#platonic kafka x reader

[apheliia]

FAMILY, OF SORTS. — in which kafka, blade, and silver wolf are an odd but quite special found family to be a part of.

— trigger & content warnings. mentions of unspecified injury.

— pairings & notes. fluff, found family. kafka & teen!reader, blade & teen!reader, silver wolf & teen!reader. 1.3k words. reader is a stellaron hunter. reader is gender neutral (they/them pronouns used).

— author's notes. the sillies <3 APHE POSTING???? APHELION POSTING REAL AND TRUE????????? i had a request for this on my old blog (from my dear beloved moot @starryshinyskies <3) so i decided to finish it 💪 nd tagging @www-brontide since i know you were excited for this post HEHE anyways how are we feeling about this formatting? if you guys don't like it i'm very open to changing it back. i'm just experimenting with my post format is all 🫶

kafka seems strangely motherly to me. caring and doting in her own unique ways, but also quite strange and odd in those same ways. an enigma of sorts.

she is the kind of person to always send the stellaron hunters' youngest member texts throughout the day; these texts range anywhere from silly and inconsequential to sweet messages letting [name] know that she was thinking about them.

(her doting nature is not dissimilar to how she thinks of and regards the trailblazer... hm.)

KAFKA

My coat got stained again :(

Won't you help me clean it when you get home, little one?

[ 1:22 PM ]

KAFKA

I saw a new movie today.

It made me think of you. It was quite to your tastes.

Perhaps we should go see it together sometime, hm?

Ah, but you're probably asleep by now...

That's fine. You do need it more than the rest of us.

Sleep well, darling.

[ 11:34 PM ]

she thinks of her little one quite frequently and has been known to pick up little trinkets from different planets that reminded her of them. a phone charm, a set of rings, something more practical like a new weapon... she once returned with a nice coat that matches one of hers. her gifts are always unpredictable but nonetheless very thoughtful.

and when or if they get injured, she is the one who treats their wound(s) with a tender hand.

she does chide them, however.

"you are a stellaron hunter, little one," she reminds, pulling the bandages wrapped around their wound a little tighter, making them wince. it is akin to a slap on the wrist—not enough pain to seriously harm them, but enough to force them to take her words to heart. "if it is not a part of the plan, try your best not to get caught or injured, hm? silver wolf doesn't like to see you this way, and it causes a unique stir in bladie. your getting injured causes quite the unrest among us all! do be more careful next time."

if there is ever a night during which they are struggling to sleep, they are more than welcome to seek out kafka's company.

she would be willing to read them to sleep, if that is what they desired.

however... a far easier method that would ensure they would stay asleep? her spirit whisper ability, of course.

they know kafka would not use it to harm them.

kafka finds their earnest trust beyond endearing. the trust of a little one like them is quite an important gift! the least she can do, she thinks, is assist them when her assistance is needed.

and sometimes, that just means lulling them to sleep.

blade is quite a difficult person to read, regardless of whether he intends to be so or not.

some days, he is distant and prefers to keep to himself. others, less so.

this, though, should not be mistaken for a lack of care. in fact, he cares quite deeply. his care is simply very quiet and he desperately, earnestly, truly does not wish to cause [name] harm.

he is also most likely the one who spars with them and trains them in the ways of combat, which... he isn't exactly the gentlest at doing. training sessions can be quite frustrating in that they often emerge sore and with new cuts and bruises (but really, these injuries are small and insignificant; they are confident in saying that blade would never truly hurt them, nobody in their family would). he does mean well in his tough methods, though.

the universe is not kind or gentle. it will never treat them that way. therefore, he does his best to prepare them so that they can effectively handle the universe's cruelty and defend themselves from it.

one of the ways in which his quiet care manifests is through his treatment of the small wounds he gives them during training. kafka has said many times that she can treat them, but blade always insists on doing it himself.

out of all of their coworkers, blade becomes the most restless when they're away. he gets particularly antsy when they've been gone for a long period or when they're out there alone. kafka always giggles and points out to him how utterly restless he becomes when such circumstances occur.

(he should be assured that they can handle themselves, given that he is their mentor—there is surely nobody else who would know their skills as well as he would—but somehow he simply isn't.)

blade is also, generally speaking, the most protective.

should they come back injured... if it is anything other than a shallow scratch on the cheek, a rage hotter than the brightest star burns under his skin. in those moments, he almost does not dare to touch them, for fear that he might harm them unwittingly... but he does. his hands are somewhat rough when he snatches their face and tilts their chin around to get a better look at the blood (is it theirs? he hopes not) and grime dirtying their face. there is a terrifying threat present in his voice when he demands, not asks, "who did this to you?"

(if kafka was not present in these moments, he might worry that his mara would get the best of him. thankfully, kafka is intentional and present in such situations.)

unless the ones responsible for the wound have already been adequately... taken care of, he will do so himself. there is nowhere in the universe that the perpetrators could hide from him.

it's about protecting them, but it is also about sending a message.

something along the lines of "anyone who lays hands on them will suffer a fate worse than death," perhaps.

death is anything but a terrible fate to blade, but he knows that it is the worst imaginable to some. he will be certain to deliver something infinitely worse, something beyond imagination, to those daring to hurt his younger teammate.

silver wolf is perhaps the least enigmatic of their little family. she isn't an open book, per se, but she's easier to read than kafka or blade... at least, for someone like [name], anyway.

she never fails to harrass them to play a few rounds (which tends to spiral into many, many rounds...) of a game or two with her. why them, specifically? she insists that blade isn't good at them and kafka is kafka. really, it may very well just be that she enjoys spending time with them, but she—of course—will not simply say that.

however... she bullies them terribly about how bad they are. it comes from a place of affection!

she is also the type to win them every single prize at carnivals, just because she likes the joy it seems to bring them. when she encounters rigged games, however, she becomes all the more motivated by her unadulterated annoyance to beat them.

what do you mean she of all people can't beat this awful and horrible rigged game? her???? the silver wolf????? seriously????????

unfortunately, it does not always end in her victory, even when she is infinitely motivated by her anger.

...and she really isn't above just taking one of the prizes when the stall's owner isn't looking. she has done so multiple times for [name].

she would definitely try to teach them hacking (keyword: try) if they aren't already familiar with it. since it has come in handy for her, she figures that they might also find use in it. it's her quiet way of looking out for them.

(her more obvious way of looking out for them is often seen when she is on missions with them. most commonly, it manifests as her snatching their arm and pulling them out of the way of an enemy before obliterating said threat.)

silver wolf is totally the sort of person to pinch their cheeks (to different degrees, kafka and blade also do this!). they are very cute to her.

overall they are a weird but very special little family to be a part of <3

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[angeliteeyes]

Hello! I'm not the same anon, but I loved your platonic astral express drabbles ( ◜‿◝ )♡ Do you think you'd be up to writing something (any form!) platonic about Kafka with a reader who is a little scared of her but also admires/platonically "crushes" on her and wishes to get closer to her? Have a great day~ ( ╹▽╹ )

Fellow emoticon user spotted (ФωФ) but seriously, thank you so much! I really enjoyed writing that one with how wholesome the crew is, so I'm happy you liked it too ❤️ here you go!

Platonic Kafka x Stellaron Hunter Reader - Admiration

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No matter how much you tried, you couldn't stop the slight tremble in your hand as you knocked on Kafka's door. She'd reassured you countless times that there was nothing to be afraid of in the past, yet here you stood, shaking anyway.

Silver Wolf never failed to tease you for your shyness, always whispering snide comments in your ear while Kafka wasn't looking. Eventually, though, even she grew tired of your nervousness.

"C'mon, you're not seriously going to act like that forever, right?" After yet another round of video games, she spoke to you. "Why don't you just ask her to hang out sometime?"

"I don't know, Silvy. She's just so cool." You sighed a little thinking about her. Ever since you'd joined the Stellaron Hunters, Kafka had essentially taken you on as a sibling of sorts. Thinking back to your first mission together still made your heart race at how professional she acted. Still... you looked up to her so much that you ended up shying away from her often.

"I mean, sure, but you've got another mission with her coming up. So just bite the bullet and get closer to her already." The sound of a popping bubblegum bubble entered your ears. Maybe she was right. If you wanted to be anywhere near as cool as her, you couldn't just timidly avoid her forever.

And thus, here you were in front of her door, preparing to see a movie with her at a nearby theater. You silently thanked Silver Wolf for winning the tickets in a competition, although you didn't recognize the film's title. When you asked about it, though, she quickly reassured you that Kafka would like it.

Muffled sounds of fabric came out from her door, inching closer to you as she called out.

"I'll be out in a minute. Just grabbing my purse."

"No worries! Take your time." You fiddled with your fingers as you waited. Now that you think of it, you wonder what outfit she chose for tonight. You frowned a little at your own attire, and prayed you wouldn't look too terribly out of place beside her.

"Alright, I'm ready when you are." As she opened the door, your eyes widened. In front of you, Kafka practically glowed with beauty and grace. She had apparently decided on a gorgeous, flowy dress you'd yet to see her wear. And of course, one of her stylish coats.

"Wow... Uh, should I go and change into something else?" You began to back up, but she put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"There's no need. Your style has its own charm, so embrace it." Your chest fluttered at the compliment and kind gesture. "We should head off now."

"Thank you... and yeah, let's go."

The theater was surprisingly packed; you quickly realized after entering. Then again, the tickets being winnable in a competition probably should've tipped you off. The two of you had to squeeze tightly just to get through to the snacks area.

Splash.

You turned around to look for the source of the noise, before freezing up. Behind you was a person holding a now-empty soda cup and... Kafka, with a coat rapidly soaking up the liquid.

"Hey, watch where you're going, lady!" They spat words at her. As if the situation was her fault, which you're certain it couldn't be. You knew just how graceful she is, and especially how cautiously she protected her coats from any stains. Looking at her murderous eyes further proved it.

Instinctively, you started to shrink back away from the two of them. There's no way she'd let them off the hook when they practically burned who-knows-how-many credits, after all.

Yet, to your shock, Kafka's face morphed into a smile. A shaky, unconvincing one, yes—and there was still her murderous intent flowing through the air—but a smile all the same. You stared at her in wonder. How could she be so calm after that? Even you would be a little peeved in her shoes.

"Let's go, shall we?" She drew closer to you and away from them. "It'd be a shame to let this gift from you go to waste."

You looked up at her in disbelief. "But... but you're soaked and they were so rude to you. Are you really okay?" She smiled at you, this time far more naturally.

"It is... annoying to say the least. Still, you're always so nervous around me. If I were to cause a scene, that would only make you more uneasy." At the sound of her words and logic, your heart melted a little. She really thought that far, just for your sake? You knew she was cool already, but wow. Internally, you squealed in pure admiration of her.

"Kafka... thank you. Let's head off now." The two of you strolled along the path to your destination, soda stains and all. Perhaps it was a strange sight for onlookers to see you two smiling like this, but you didn't mind. You were by her side, and that was all that mattered.

[mubabee]

Child!reader and MKafka

Type of dad that carries his kid constantly. my feet are cold and I don’t like this anymore 🙁 I been reading manhwas with child mc maybe that’s why I wanted to draw this

I have a Jing yuan one too I might post it

You can see this as y/n or if u had a child with him idc

[hsr-texts]

Hi hi!

Really enjoy your blog, and now that requests are open again, I had something a little funny I hope you enjoy!

Kafka, Himeko, Welt and Jing Yuan in a scenario where the reader (Who let's say is about a young teen... maybe 14 or 15) accidentally calls them dad/mom, and get all flustered about it... and to make things worse (this part is optional) they say this in their respective groups' groupchats, so the others are just like "oooooh!" and other stuff like that!

✎ accidentally calling them mom/dad

❥ notices :: thank you so much for your support! i couldn't resist making a brooklyn 99 joke in one of these

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[icysnails]

Hello. I was wondering if you could you write a platonic angst story where the reader is Blade's child. I was thinking that because Blade barely spends any time with the reader unless it's during one of their extremely harsh training sessions the reader decides to run away especially after one particularly rough training session where the reader was injured after they accidentally talked back and that night the reader starts packing their stuff but they accidentally left behind their late mother's pendant and Blade found it the next morning. (I hope you're okay with writing this and I wish you a good morning, afternoon or good night ☺️)

Family.

A/n: Hello Anon!! Thank you for your request!! I am so sorry this took so long- school + extracurriculars started so I had way less time to work on writing outside of school (TvT) But this was so much fun to write! I got a little bit carried away and it ended up being a found family type thing with all of the Stellaron Hunters– I tried to focus on Blade being a father figure as much as possible though! I hope you have a fantastic day, and I hope you enjoy!! ૮꒰ ˶• v •˶꒱ა ♡

Warnings: all relationships are platonic, found family trope, betrayal, suicidal ideation (Blade), mentions of death, reader's parents are dead, flashbacks, reader runs away, mention of bullets + broken glass, overthinking, Blade being insecure, reader uses a sword, reader gets injured a couple of times (If i forgot anything, please let me know!!)

Genre: angst, slight fluff

Pairing: father figure!Blade x gn!child!reader (PLATONIC), mother figure!Kafka x gn!child!reader (PLATONIC), sister figure!Silver Wolf x gn!child!reader (PLATONIC)

Word count: 7.3k

Blade is a cruel man. 

There is no love in the red pools of his irises, no signs of any humanity. Dark circles adorn the skin just below his merciless stare, eyebrows slightly furrowed in an eternal state of aggravation. It was no wonder enemies cowered at the mere mention of him. He holds nothing back, and if an enemy was unfortunate enough to meet the steely edge of his sword, they were sure to be broken and lifeless by the end of the encounter. Unfortunately, he isn’t much different off of the battlefield either. 

Blade is bitter and selfish and cold, to the extreme that even Kafka and Silverwolf are convinced that he has forgotten how to feel.

The thorns of the mara in his veins torment him constantly, the pain never faltering, even after decades. The other Stellaron Hunters had begun to wonder if those thorny, agonizing vines had punctured through his heart as well. It would be understandable, to an extent. After all, he is a man who has experienced endless with suffering and loss, his mind poisoned with grief and the sole desire to die. No more pain, no more fighting, just darkness- the mere thought was enough to drag a bitter smile out of him.

He was used to the dark, used to feeling like an empty vessel. 

But why, if he was so familiar with agony, would he impose that same feeling on you as well? 

You had always been alone. You were only a toddler when your parents were taken from you, the only proof of their existence being a necklace your mother left with you before she died. You had spent your youngest years void of any parental guidance, hopelessly wandering between foster homes and planets, hoping someone would take you in. You gave that up by age ten, running away from your home planet to travel the galaxy. From that point on, most of your time was spent sneaking onto Starskiffs, hiding in empty cargo compartments on any moving vehicle you could find, and even stealing authorization keys to search occupied space stations, all in search of someone whom you could call family. 

But what exactly did the word family mean?

You always thought it was a strange word. It had such a subjective meaning, yet it was talked about so often. You didn’t understand what it meant, and no textbook definition could help you. All your efforts to find its meaning were in vain. And yet, your curiosity haunted you. 

With every new destination, the word family buzzed among the crowds constantly. No matter where you had landed yourself, all you could do was spectate. You watched as children laughed and clung to the legs of their guardians, as relatives sobbed in unified grief over flower dressed gravestones, and as teenagers linked arms with each other, growing away from the protective grasps of their parents. 

Every planet you traveled to, every dragging, lonely step you took, that sickening, seemingly joyous word that made you feel so isolated was there.

Six months after you had ran away, you went out alone to buy food. It was late at night, and you were preparing to head off to another planet the next day. Luckily, you bumped into a nice shopkeeper earlier who gave you some extra credits because she thought your coat was cool (in reality, she was just worried about you wandering off all alone, but didn't want to pry about your parents' whereabouts). So, you headed out amongst the crowds as you always did, pouch of credits in hand and determination plastered on your face.

But a woman stopped you on the way there and asked why such a young child was wandering around alone at night. She had a little girl with her, who looked no older than you. 

She asked you if you had any family she could call to come and get you, with the assumption that you were lost. You couldn't say anything. Instead, you just stared, your wide-eyed gaze pinned on the child that almost mirrored you. Almost. Perhaps if the world were kinder, your eyes could have donned the same innocent, joyful light. One of her hands was encased by her mother’s, while her other hand kindly reached out towards you. A cheerful “hello!” rang through the air as she tried to shake your hand. 

You stepped away from her. It was hard to breathe. You had seen all this before. Yet why was it so painful this time? 

Internally, you demanded the Aeons to tell you why the truth of your situation had to be rubbed in your face so blatantly. You were alone. You wondered if it might be good to explain that to them, to create some kind of connection with these people, but no words would leave your throat. Your heart felt like it was splintered in two.

You didn’t know how long you stood there staring, but you were sure the devastation tearing you up inside was evident on your face. The woman called out to you one more time, her worry falling on deaf ears as you backed away slowly. You took one more look at the girl before turning on your heel and running as fast as you could, sobs wracking your chest so deeply it hurt. 

You hadn’t returned to that planet since then.

You wanted the life that little girl had. You wanted to have a guardian.

But as the years went on, nothing changed. Your travels continued, and you came to terms with the fact that you might never know what family felt like. You made acquaintances as you traveled, friends, even. They never stuck around for long, though. The darkness always swallowed them up one way or another. And with every loss, the painful void in your chest numbed and steeled over a little more.

You thought that your life would always be this way. In truth, you had forgotten that there was any other way to live.

However, that was before a certain group of Stellaron Hunters swept you away from your life of solitude, and recruited you into their dangerous yet thrilling world. 

A year later, you found yourself on a sand covered planet. You were on a train, heading to one of the planets' larger cities from a smaller town. There wasn’t any way you walk- it was too hot and the distance was too far. Otherwise, you would have spent your savings on something other than train tickets.

The trip was uneventful and for most of it you just stared blankly out the window, exhaustion and boredom settling in your bones. You were tired from running errands for the previous town's residents- it was onerous but it happened to pay well. Though you were happy to have a break, your mind wasn’t used to the quiet. The barren landscape outside did nothing to help. It was a dry, flat expanse that was dotted only with dead weeds and the scraps of broken automatons. In short, nothing of interest.

Aside from that, all was going well. You had enough credits to last you at least six more train rides and get food and extra supplies, and you had several acquaintances with whom you could stay in the next city. You made a point not to talk about your budgeting skills, as it would usually spur a torrent of questions from whoever you were talking to. You couldn’t blame them though, children your age typically didn’t devote themselves to a life of aimless travel. 

The train stopped right on time, and you stepped onto the platform that was crowded with people. As usual, you were met with the sight of teary-eyed relatives hugging each other, children running around and playing, and couples greeting each other. You kept your head down, feeling more inconvenienced than sad. In their excitement, the crowds always seemed to block your path to the other platforms. Besides, they say time heals all wounds, so why would you care, anyway? You awkwardly shoved your way toward a nearby stairwell, grunting as several people bumped into you. Just as your fingers made contact with the stair’s banister, ear shattering sirens echoed throughout the station.

Emergency lights flashed on and off in a blinding rhythm, the red glow engraining itself into your mind. Suddenly, pixelated bullets flew towards the ceiling, shattering several of the glass panels. Screams rang out in response, and the previously happy crowd flew into a panic, ducking to avoid the broken glass. However, the glass shards evaporated into more pixels before they could hit the crowd, preventing any damage from being done.

Amidst the swarms of people trying to escape, you cautiously walked closer to the source of the commotion. You really shouldn’t have, but the nagging curiosity in the back of your mind compelled you to do so. And even if it seemed dangerous, there was something off about this incident. After all, if the initiators were out for blood, wouldn’t they have attacked the crowd directly? If whoever caused this wasn't intending to cause harm, they must be looking for something.

As you got closer, you saw three figures: A magenta haired woman with lightless eyes, a pistol in one hand, and a glowing thread of purple silk in the other. She was leaning back against one of the platform’s pillars, watching the whole scene with fake amusement. The second person you saw was a smaller girl decked out in a myriad of purples and blues, her drill style ponytail swaying as she typed up coordinates on a hologram screen. And lastly, you saw a red eyed man with a glare so sharp it made your heart sink. You certainly did not want to be subject to whatever rage he had stored away. From the looks of it, he could kill you in a split second.

For some reason, all three of them seemed familiar. You couldn't quite place it, but you quickly realized, you knew who they were. Their faces were plastered on all of the IPC’s wanted posters, which were scattered on literally every planet you had been to so far. You couldn’t remember their names exactly, but you knew that, together, they were known as the Stellaron Hunters- the universe’s most wanted criminals. You should have recognized them from the pixelated bullets earlier- how could you have been so naive?

You could have tried to run, but it would be futile. You were already out in the open, and they had already seen you.

Your eyes widened in sheer panic as the man dressed in black set his gaze on your shaking form. There was no way you’d survive this encounter. Absolutely zero chance. He stepped toward you but was interrupted by the sound of a clanging of a spear. The station’s security officers surrounded the Stellaron Hunters, demanding that they freeze and turn themselves in immediately.

You covered your ears and ducked as a fight broke out, the Stellaron Hunters throwing themselves into battle. Your eyelids were screwed shut in fear until the sounds of fighting had ceased. When you opened your eyes, you looked up to see that all of the guards had been knocked out, and that the taller woman standing above you, watching you in a way that was eerie, yet... comforting somehow. Even so, your better judgment caused you to back away, frantically scrambling on the hot cement of the platform. The red eyed man yanked you to your feet before you could stand up, and a panicked noise left your throat as he dragged you toward his two companions. you caught a glimpse of his sword that was poised in his other hand, taking note that he was ready to strike if necessary.

“It’s a kid.” He grumbled, still glaring at you. 

The tall woman chuckled and took a step forward, observing the way you struggled to get out of her companion’s grasp. You were getting more anxious by the second, she could tell. No matter how strong and collected you acted, you were still just a kid, and you had the minimal strength of one.

“Let them go, Blade. I don’t think they mean any harm.”

Small, scared breaths left your throat as you were released, your shaking legs failing to hold you up. You fell to the ground, staring in shock at all that had occurred. What would have happened if they didn’t let you go? How much danger were you really in, and how the hell were you still alive?

Then, the monotone voice of the grey haired girl met your ears. 

“What a waste. Looks like those signals were nothing but a glitch.” She sighed. “There's nothing for us here.”

The scary man who grabbed you- Blade, as the woman called him- looked down at you crumpled form, eyes softening just the tiniest bit. Your fearful gaze met his, and you didn’t dare move. The two other hunters made conversation about their next moves in the background, while Blade narrowed his eyes coldly.

“Why aren’t you running?”

…What?

“Go. Lingering here will only bring you suffering”

Your fearful gaze then turned to one of confusion. It was unclear if his words were meant to be a warning or advice. Either way, it gave you the strength to pull yourself off the ground and attempt to respond, but all that came out of you was a strangled groan. Your body hurt, and everything had happened so fast that your mind was still trying to catch up. It wasn’t that you were trying to make an impression by staying, you just couldn’t bring yourself to run because of the adrenaline coursing through you. You hunched over and placed your hands on your knees to get your bearings. After a few minutes, you finally responded.

“Y- yeah, I… uh…” You hesitated, unsure of what to say. “...I have another train to catch...?” 

It came out like a question, which was unintended. It was the truth, but you were so nervous that you would say something wrong and provoke him. Your life may have been spared for the moment, but they could still change their minds, and you didn't want to re-dig your own grave.

The man beside you let out a small sigh before turning his gaze back to his two companions.

“Fine.” He muttered.

A few moments passed with you and Blade sitting in comfortable silence. or, it was comfortable him, at least. He was still and silent, ignoring you entirely. You just kept fidgeting the whole time, unsure if you should stay or run for the hills. It was borderline suffocating. thankfully, the tall woman came over again, ending your misery.

“Well, we’re off.” She said to Blade, prompting him to walk towards the edge of the platform where the smaller girl stood. Before walking off, she turned to you one last time. 

“Take it easy, kid.”

Something in your heart screamed at you to speak up. A strange urge began eating away at you, telling you that if you didn’t do something right now you’d regret it for the rest of your life. But do what? What could you do without potentially dying? It was stupid. And dangerous.

But that old feeling of longing, that desire to be a part of something wouldn’t leave you alone. Your desperation to attain a family of your own had been reawakened. Your undying hope, which laid dormant for years, was now ruling your judgment.

Just as they turned to leave, you stumbled forward and cried out.

“Wait!”

All three heads turned towards you. 

A purple set of eyes knowingly scanned you as you trembled, a smirk growing on the woman’s face. 

You anxiously gripped at your clothing, trying to summon up the courage to put on some kind of brave face for them. Before you think, pleas for them to take you with them were spilling from your throat. You told them that you wanted to see the universe and that if they gave you that opportunity, you’d do whatever you could to assist them. It was a partial lie- exploring the universe did sound fun, but it wasn't what you were truly after. Your true motivations were far too personal to tell them just yet. It felt like a wound had unexpectedly reopened ever since they arrived, and you were sure you’d crumble if you forced yourself to explain.

Luckily, you didn’t have to. You had the strangest feeling that they already knew your story to some extent. Even without the influence of your longing, you couldn’t deny that it was the opportunity of a lifetime. It wasn’t every day that you came across three highly skilled fighters who could quickly travel anywhere they wanted. You could save years worth of credits and injuries if you went with them.

Once you had finished your frantic explanation, you took a breath to calm your pounding heart. The silence you were met with was deafening, which you took to be a bad sign. A deep chuckle reverberated through the elegant woman’s chest as she took a decisive step closer to you. She hummed in amusement, holding her hand out for you to take.  

“You may not be crucial to our mission,” she leaned down to your height, voice almost a whisper, “but if that’s what you want, then who are we to disagree?”

You took her hand, heartbeat slowing to a calm pace as you did so.

The days you spent with the Stellaron hunters were some of the most peaceful days you had ever experienced. 

You weren’t constantly slinking around trying to find information and resources for your travels, and it was the first time you had slept in a room that had officially been dubbed as your own. You weren't hopping between inns and the homes of your few friends. Even expenses weren't an issue anymore. It felt strange to have time on your hands. Guilt inducing, even.

You didn’t get too caught up in that though, since the confusion and questions plaguing your mind happened to be stronger than your melancholy. It was beyond your understanding how three of the most dangerous criminals in the entire universe could be so kind and willing to take you in. Perhaps it was because you had seen too much. You were a witness to Blade knocking out over ten armed guards. However, they were so powerful that they seemed to be able to get away with anything. Either way, you were a part of their goup, and that's what mattered.

As time went on, you grew closer to the Stellaron Hunters. Especially Kafka, who you learned was much less intimidating in regular life, and Silver Wolf, who was still as deadpan as before, but seemed subtly happier with you around. You also were officially introduced to Blade, and were promised that he wasn't always so brooding. That was hard to believe, though.

Silver Wolf was like a sister to you. She dragged you with her everywhere. She said it was a part of your duties to accompany her on errands, but in reality, she just enjoyed having you with her. Whenever a battle presented itself, she would have you on the sidelines cheering for her as she obliterated enemies in the blink of an eye. It was clear that your support went straight to her ego, but she also secretly wanted to impress you so that you'd view her as some sort of mentor. Silver Wolf wanted to be a reliable guide and friend to you, especially after you had been alone for so long. Thankfully, you didn’t mind spending time with her. In fact, chatting and playing video games with her became one of your favorite ways to kill time. The latter was clearly her passion– after all, her combat techniques were solely revolved around her exceptional hacking skills. 

Silver Wolf taught you how to play all her favorite games, staying calm and patient with you when you kept losing. Often, she would discreetly take you out to arcades during your free time, and every time it would be humbling due to your lack of gaming experience. However, losing meant that you had more time to watch her win, which was never boring. In any other situation, you might have been jealous, but it was just so mesmerizing to watch her play. Besides, she gave you all her prizes, so you weren’t going to complain. But what you found to be even more amusing was watching her lose it over the few games she hadn’t mastered yet. Her face would contort into one of sheer disbelief and anger as she held onto the machine tightly, aggressively mashing buttons and mumbling insults. You would always laugh and try to cheer her up in response. It always gave her a huge ego boost, and convinced her to try again, despite still being angry. You never expected to gain such a dear friend when you joined the Steallaron Hunters, and you wouldn’t trade any part of your friendship for the world.

Kafka was another story, though.

At first, Kafka terrified you. She held so much power over the other hunters- well, really over everything, that you were sure she’d destroy you if you stepped out of line. Her empty eyes and ruthless reputation didn’t help either. 

Ever since your arrival, Kafka kept a close eye on you. She made sure that you were alright as you settled in, and that you weren’t feeling unsafe or lonely in your new environment. She offered you comfort and advice and cared for you like the mothers you had witnessed on your past journeys. 

One night, a month after you had arrived, you hurt your leg on a walk and Kafka was right there to patch you up. She shushed you gently as you tried to protest that you were fine, and dragged you to the nearest chair so you could sit. She took a first aid kit from a nearby cabinet, and began tending to your wound. You winced as rubbing alcohol combined itself with your blood, and you quietly explained that you had been doing this your whole life- that it wasn’t her job to take care of you. Kafka paused and looked at you, eyes showing a rare glint of sadness. She whispered to you that those days were over. You weren’t alone anymore, and you should ask the three of them for help whenever you needed it. You weren’t a burden to them. 

Kafka wasn’t sure what the cause of it was, but something in her chest began to ache when she saw you injured. She had never felt fear before. She deemed it impossible before you came along. She had always been known as a ruthless, unshakeable force of danger, who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals. But now, she had to keep you safe. Part of her wanted to berate herself for getting so protective over someone, for willingly weakening herself by caring about you. But you needed safety and a group of loving people to return to. You were just a kid, after all, and even after the short time you had been traveling with them, she had begun to feel like your guardian.

Tears filled your eyes, her words weighing down on your lungs. You couldn’t truly believe her. Not after all you had been through. But even so, Kafka was right in front of you, smiling softly, waiting and willing to take care of you. She wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. It was a foreign feeling, one that scared you more than anything else. But you were safe. You were at home. 

So you let yourself cry. Your heart split open, all the bottled up agony from your past finally bursting out. You curled into yourself, the gash on your leg long forgotten. Kafka kneeled before you and gently wrapped her arms around your shaking form. One of her hands carded through your hair, while the other rubbed your back soothingly. Gentle whispers fell from her lips, promising you that she was with you. You were safe.

You weren’t sure how long had passed when you calmed down. Maybe it had been hours. Whatever the truth was, Kafka remained by your side, not pulling back until she was sure you were okay. After you had stopped crying, she leaned back, meeting your sad, exhausted stare. She looked down at your bleeding wound, grabbed a roll of bandages, and cautiously wrapped it around your leg. When she was finished, she smiled and stood up, placing a hand on your shoulder. You matched her smile, assuring her that you were fine.

However, after a moment, Kafka’s comforting smile was replaced with a teasing smirk. Confusion sparked in your eyes and your eyebrows furrowed as if to silently ask what the problem was. She just chuckled and took a seat across from you, crossing her arms over her chest and tilting her head back as though she was assessing you. Her next words not only shocked you but caused your entire being to wilt in annoyance and anxiety.

“I think it’s about time we start training you in combat. If a scrape has you in this much pain, imagine the damage a real battle would do. We can’t have you dying on us, now can we?” 

She paused, thinking for a moment before reaching her conclusion. 

“Yes… I’ll have you train with Blade. His abilities never disappoint.”

And that was how your ongoing feud with Blade began. 

When Kafka decided to pair you up with Blade, you were pissed. However, you knew she was right. If you were falling apart just from accidentally scraping yourself, how were you supposed to handle actual threats? You would be utterly useless in a fight. And if anyone managed to get past the Stellaron Hunters and attempt to harm you, you would be dead on the spot. There wouldn't be a fight, just abrupt darkness, and a very disappointing end to a life such as yours. It would shatter the hearts of Kafka and Silver Wolf, who had already sworn to protect you at any cost. As you got older, the target on your back only became bigger. With the Stellaron Hunters’ reputation becoming more notorious by the day, civilians and authorities alike were bound to find out about you. Self-defense was a necessity.

But Blade never spoke to you. You felt as though you were a nuisance to him. Just another issue to be dealt with, another soul to pester him throughout the day. The way he glared at you made you wonder if you had done something wrong, or if you were imposing by being around. He made you feel out of place. Even after thorough reassurance from Kafka and Silver Wolf that his behavior was entirely normal, you still couldn’t help but worry. It was only after several months had passed that you came to understand that it truly wasn’t you- he was just grumpy. And that began to annoy you. If he wasn’t open to being somewhat nice, then why should you bother? You could glare back just as hard, and ignore him just as easily. If that's what he was getting at, then so be it. However, Kafka was the leader of both of you, and she wanted you to train. Despite your mild hatred of Blade, Kafka already had done so much for you. She only wanted the best for you. You could at least attempt to abide by her wishes.

So you gave in and begrudgingly stated training with Blade. 

For a few hours every day, you and Blade would find any open area and he would walk you through different defense techniques. You expected the technical side of it, but you did not expect that you would be sparring right off the bat. On the first day of training, he threw you into your first match and charged at you with the assumption that you had sharp enough reflexes to block him successfully. Obviously, you weren’t at all prepared since you had zero experience with combat. Turns out Kafka really wasn’t kidding when she said Blade knew how to fight.

Lessons carried on like this for weeks. You would return from sparring exhausted and bruised, feeling completely done with everything as you limped to your room to sleep. You felt generally bitter, making it hard for Kafka or Silverwolf to help, and Blade just acted like it wasn’t his problem. The most he did was help you up, and that was only if you put up a good fight. But thankfully, after a while, Blade began to notice how badly the sparring affected you. It wasn’t like you were on the brink of death, but you were still in pain. And given your age, there was no doubt that it was a lot more overwhelming than anticipated. So Blade subtly began to take care of you a little more. It wasn’t much- he mainly just gave you icepacks whenever you needed them and helped you walk, but it was the most he knew how to do. He was clueless when it came to caring for people, especially children.

You were a persistent kid, which Blade found surprising. He thought you would have given up within the first week of training, but you just kept working at it. And while Blade found your stubborn behavior annoying most of the time, it assured him that you had enough courage to fight alongside him and the others. He knew you didn’t like him much, and he knew a part of you blamed him for the injuries you got, which was reasonable. As annoying as you found him, Blade never gave up on you, even when you messed up or got so frustrated that you cried. He never babied you during these moments either. Instead, he would walk you through what went wrong and have you run through the solution until you had it down cold. Even if you were upset, he wanted you to push through it and use your anger to become stronger. You had been fighting your whole life. You had the tenacity and potential to gain the strength that you required. Blade could tell that, even after joining them, you wanted a purpose. You wanted to explore the universe and find your place among the glowing webs of stars. However, the beauty of the galaxy came with dark and unfamiliar territory. If you were to traverse the universe, you had to learn how to handle to darkest parts of it.

Little by little, you improved. You worked as hard as possible until you were able to withstand Blade’s strength and evade his attacks properly. You had a long, long way to go before you could actually defeat opponents, but you could at least hold them off, which was just as important. Despite how grueling Blade’s teaching methods were, you did come to respect him more as your mentor. He looked out for you in his own distant ways and seemed to actually care about you. In truth, Blade had started getting protective over you- not that he would admit it. It wasn’t an overbearing kind of protectiveness- he just wanted you to stay out of trouble. It was nice to pass knowledge onto someone, and protect them from the world's dangers by doing so.

The truth was, even if Blade acted indifferently toward you, he secretly was really proud of you. He admired your kindness, even after all the pain you had been dealt. You kept smiling and picking yourself up, finding your back to the light time and time again. Perhaps that's what made you so different from him. His will to keep fighting was growing fainter by the day.

Even with your differences, you both became closer. Blade kept an eye on you whenever you left the ship, talked with you whenever you got bored, and even helped you whatever chores you had to do. Sure, you were stubborn, but Blade never grew to dislike you. Your relationship felt routine and safe- it held a sense of comfort that felt normal. Blade caught himself questioning if this was what family was meant to feel like. He couldn't remember, but a faint, distant memory assured him that it was. If he could contribute to the familial safety you longed for so much, he would gladly do so. 

Was that even possible, though?

Blade had very little experience with love of any kind. Any memories he had of his past friend and family were long gone. His own sense of self was unstable, so how could he provide stability for you? He couldn't bear the thought of causing you pain. Or, there was a chance that he would rub off on you. That you would start to become like him. That prospect was enough to make him feel sick. So he began distancing himself from you in any way he could.

Now, whenever you crossed paths he would treat you especially coldly. Most times he saw you, he walked past you and pretended you didn't exist at all. He was back to being rude and dismissive, even more so than when you first met him.

Instead of encouraging you during training, he would call you weak and pick apart everything you had done wrong. This was not received well by you. After all, you didn’t know if Blade’s behavior was your fault, or if this was just how he truly was. You felt dejected and lonely, even with the support from Kafka and Silver Wolf. Though you loved them immensely, Blade was also someone you cared about, and you didn’t want to lose another parental figure. After weeks of being ignored, hatred replaced any good image you had of him. What used to be a safe, happy friendship soon morphed into an incessant rivalry. 

It felt like Blade only wanted to see you unhappy. You imagined that he was secretly gloating over your distress- that you were nothing more than a temporary amusement to him. But you were wrong. So, so very wrong. Blade hated seeing you upset because of him. He was failing you by ignoring your wellbeing. You were just a kid. More importantly, you trusted him.

But it was for your own good, wasn’t it? His past was dark, and perhaps he was too, by nature. He would never forgive himself if he allowed harm to come to you. Even if that meant leaving you behind. No, he would much rather watch you grow up and live happily from afar. 

Kafka still wanted you to train though, so Blade couldn’t avoid you entirely. Sparring was the only time he saw you anymore. Your sessions with him were difficult, but not because the material was hard. In fact, it was harder for Blade than you. You would glare at him constantly and show complete indifference to everything, making it nearly impossible to communicate with you. He wasn’t doing much better either- he couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you. It felt like the consequences of his neglect were crawling up his back, ready to snap at him at any moment, and he knew that any day now, you would finally break. Soon, everything would fall apart.

You knew Blade was heartless, but his cruelty was amplified when you trained with him now. He went all out, forcing you to scramble for scraps of knowledge he had previously given you to win. But that wasn’t enough this time. You were too tired, physically and emotionally, to continue. You felt smaller and weaker than you had ever felt before.

Lightning-fast blows struck you from all sides, the scent of bloodstained spider lilies clouding your senses. You weakly pulled your sword out of its sheath and tried to block his attacks, but doing so would knock you off balance from the force of his blows. You fell back on the ground, coughing and clambering to your feet, promptly hurling yourself towards Blade with hopes of hitting him just once. Built-up anger from the last few weeks rushed through your heart, tears of desperation dripping down your cheeks. God, you were tired of this. Blade used to be your friend. You wanted to know what changed, and you wanted that piece of your family back.

In your fury, your reaction time fell short. Blade darted behind you and shoved you to the ground, watching coldly as you crumpled over in defeat. A glint of regret shone in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up by turning his back to you. Once more, you picked yourself up, your throat burning from the lack of a break. It must have been hours since the start of your match, but it might have just felt that way because you were the one getting injured. Never before had Blade fought you this hard. You weren’t prepared, and he knew that. You internally questioned if he was actually trying to make you despise him, albeit sarcastically. It hadn’t occurred to you yet that it might actually be the case. You shakily lifted your head to look at him, angrily mumbling something that Blade couldn’t understand.

Blade took a breath and turned around to face you, blank expression unwavering. 

“What was that?” He growled. The world seemed to fall silent as you locked your gaze with his in an act of defiance.

“I said, I hate you!”

You hated that you were crying. You hated feeling weak. You hated what he had put you through.

But you didn’t hate him. Not entirely.

You wanted to hate him fully. You wished you were strong enough to. But even then, as you wiped your tears and walked out, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him. Maybe it was the memories you had of when he felt like family, maybe it was inherent kindness or just plain stupidity. You couldn’t feel hatred. All you felt was dejection. So naturally, you began spiraling. 

If Blade didn’t want you around, there was a chance Kafka and Silver Wolf didn’t want you either. If it was possible that they secretly hated you too, you wouldn’t allow yourself to withstand their rejections as well. You might as well just get out of their way, and save yourself the trouble. It was nice feeling happy for a while. But it wasn’t what you were made for. It wasn’t how you were used to living. Perhaps this was a sign that your destiny rested in the familiar arms of solitude, away from the glowing crowds.

That night, when you returned from training, you bid Kafka and Silver Wolf goodnight and began packing your bags. When you were sure everyone had gone to sleep, you took your leave. You slipped out of the ship’s main entrance, the frigid night air numbing the uncertainty in your chest. You started walking, not sure where you were headed. You were out of practice with your usual travel routines, but that wasn’t important. As long as you were away from the Stellaron Hunters, you would be safe. Lonely, but safe. But even with your half hearted reasoning, you still felt a sinking feeling that this wasn’t right. That you might regret this. You shoved it off, cursing at yourself quietly for getting so softhearted. It was time to cut ties. It was for the best.

However, you had made one vital mistake. While preparing to leave, you had purposely left behind any photos or items given to you by Kafka, Silver Wolf, or Blade. In your rush to leave, you accidentally left behind something incredibly important to you: your mother’s necklace. 

You took it off and left it on your desk by accident. It was the last existing link between you and your biological parents and you cherished it because of that. So when Kafka found it the next morning, along with your neatly made bed and discarded photos, she knew something was very wrong. Silver Wolf burst into your room shortly after she found them, questioning Kafka about your whereabouts. She had no answer, all she could do was say she hadn’t seen you. Silver Wolf left worried and agitated, grumbling about how they had to find you. As Silver Wolf left, Blade approached your doorway with the intent of finding you for your training session, because at this point you would have been late. Gripping the necklace tightly, Kafka turned to face Blade. She knew there tension had been growing between you and him for the last month. If he was the cause of your absence, she would not let him get away unscathed.

Blade’s expression was serious, but Kafka could see the glint of confusion in his eyes. He seemed entirely clueless, so perhaps interrogating him wouldn't do much.

“There’s no sign of them anywhere on the ship,” she said softly, trying to keep her voice steady. “There’s only this.” Kafka gestured to the thin chain that lay forgotten on your desk. Dread immediately shot through Blade’s heart.

You had left.

And it was all his fault.

He neglected you. You had every right to leave. He was meant to be a guardian to you. It was his job- no, his privilege to keep you safe, and failed to do so. And now you could be anywhere in the galaxy, wandering aimlessly once again. Blade carefully took the necklace, trying to keep his composure as questions and visions of the worst raced through his mind. What if they never found you, or what if you had gotten hurt? What if it was too late, and you were already–

He didn’t allow that thought to finish itself. Catastrophizing would only slow the process of finding you. 

But would you even want to come back? Why would you, when you felt unwelcome enough to leave in the first place? And even if, by some miracle, you came back, would you ever trust him again? If you ever granted him forgiveness, would he even deserve it?

This was what he wanted, wasn’t it? That was why he pushed you away- so you would leave him alone. You were gone now, and he had gotten what he wanted. Was he truly so terrible that he would still be unhappy, even after he had achieved his desire?

It wasn't meant to go like this.

You weren't meant to leave them. It was his fault though, so maybe it was best to let you go.

Kafka’s piercing gaze bored into the side of Blade's head as she watched the gears turning inside his head. She took a short breath before heading towards the door. She was scared of losing you, and angry that they hadn’t noticed your absence until now. There was no time for emotions such as anger. You were missing. They had to find you.

Blade stood in the center of your room, now entirely alone. The metal of your necklace dug into his skin as he clutched onto it for dear life, his eyes falling to the pictures on your bed. You seemed so happy before. So did Kafka and Silver Wolf- he was happy too, though he was reluctant to admit it out loud. He had broken the loving family you had brought together. A strange family, but a family nonetheless. 

Blade kept staring. He wished he could go out looking for you. Unfortunately, wishes are not reality.

Blade would not search for you that day. He would be chained to where he stood, fighting with himself internally as time slipped by quietly. You could have died already. And he was just standing there, staring.

No, he would not look for you.

Because the truth cannot be denied, nor masked with excuses- in the end, Blade is a cruel man.

One who cannot be changed by anything.

[jd-loves-fiction]

I would like to ask reader x stellaron hunters (i dunno if you accept multiple characters, if not im fine with only kafka) with a reader that fights like denji from csm.

Like, if you havent seen or read csm i would describe denji fighting style as bashing his head against a wall until it breaks, theres the eternity devil fight that you can probably find on youtube (altought its kinda gory, just telling beforehand.)

Its fine if you dont take the request but if you do thanks in advance :D

🌑 I have in fact not watched CSM but I'm vaguely familiar, so I've kept this pretty vague in the descriptions :)

✦ 𝐊𝐚𝐟𝐤𝐚 ✦

Worried sick + weirdly impressed

She finds the way you fight to be quite interesting, very curious as to why you choose it in particular

Will be asking a thousand questions, particularly about whether or not you feel pain and if yes, why you don't seem to mind it

If it does bother you, she will not hesitate to offer help through her 'Spirit Whisper' (what she uses on Blade to help with the mara)

But if you wish to endure it without help, then she'll respect it but care for you as best she can after fights

Truly, she'd rather end fights quickly so you dont have need to hurt yourself but she cant deny the excitement she feels at fighting by your side

Though her people are incpable of feeling fear, for you, she might just about taste it on the tip of her tongue

✦ 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 ✦

This hypocrite

Hurts himself constantly and yet worries about you so so much

Scolds you for being reckless constantly even tho he is the same, which you tell him - a fruitless conversation everytime

Always watching your back like a hawk on the battlefield, taking hits for you when he can - he'd rather hurt himself even if you can take it

Loves sparring with you tho!

It soothes him to know that you can keep up with him in battle

That being said he's the type to constantly remind you to take care of yourself, rest, eat well, etc

It's also comforting to know that should the mara take him over you'll have a chance to fight back against him, at least

✦ 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 ✦

So hype✨

You're like an SSR character, extra extra special and she's glad to have you on their side

Doesnt give much thought towards if it hurts you or not - all she knows or cares about is that it's cool as shit

Lowkey constantly asking to fight you because she sees it as a challenge to complete

Keeps equating you to a boss in one of her videogames

Hypeman no.1

Always hyping you up and asking about combos MID BATTLE😭

Menace but at least she's always down for the chaos

✦ 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐲 ✦

Hypocrite no.3

So so worried 🥺

She's just generally very caring, especially towards those at her side, so obviously will keep an eye on you at all times

But as a soldier, she's not going to try to hold you back, even if she really wants to

She's got her own pride and so would never think to tarnish yours

BUT oh my god if you could stop risking your life every five seconds😭

She gets it, she does really, but she's naturally very empathetic and because of her trauma... Let's just say she's of two minds on the whole situation

Gets over it if you come out mostly alright - generally tries to focus more on the here and now

Please reassure her of what she already knows, that you're strong, capable and that she can trust you to come back to her at the end of the day

[reticent-writer]

I don't mean to sugarcoat it but I would love to see a Kafka x male teen reader(platonic)

Kafka x male teen reader (platonic)

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✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･**･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿ Wanted Stellaron Hunter Y/N Dead or Alive 1.5 billion credits

You read the poster aloud to the group who sat on a couch after leaving the loufu.

"Look who finally got a name for himself. Congrats, you have been seen." She walked up to you, took the poster from you, and looked at it proudly, "They got a good picture of you too."

You looked between her and the poster with a frown.

"If you're saddened by your bounty being so low. Don't be, nobody knows even a fraction of what you can do yet." Blade was next to walk up to you and patted your shoulder.

"It's not that... I didn't follow the script. I did the opposite of what Elio told me to do." You pouted causing Kafka to laugh.

Your job on the Loufu was to ensure the 'Pons' were in place and not to be seen. However, you had never seen the trailblazer in person and just wanted to get a peak. Unfortunately, the general saw you and recognized that your clothes were out of place. He called you out on it, you gave half-answers he was suspicious and took you (forcefully) to the master diviner.

"That was in the script."

"What."

"Elio predicted you disobey and follow the trailblazer. You did your main task, that's all he wanted from you." Silver Wolf explain not looking up from her game.

"Oh..."

"Yep, you did your job perfectly, n/n." Kafka cooed at you.

✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･**･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿

[mirrology]

hihi ! thinking about himeko and kafka being divorced parents to a teen reader that travels with himeko in the astral express!! then kafka visits the reader but himeko gets a lil overprotective of them :3

pay your child support, hsr thoughts.

You were a stellaron hunter. You were found by Kafka on a rogue planet. You played the part of a “distraction” aka leading people away from the other stellaron hunters. You had always followed Kafka around. She essentially acted like a parental figure.

Even though you were useful, Elio thought it was better if you had a normal life. You were still a teen, after all. After many days of debating, it was up to Kafka to lead you to your new home. It was easy to trick you. Your trust for Kafka was stronger than anyone's else’s.

So she dropped you off at the astral express, right in front of everyone. She even gave a little explanation, how nice!

But you felt betrayed. How could she just leave you here with people you didn't know?

You were weary of everyone, even though they looked like they had good intentions. The express was different from the stellaron hunters. They felt more lively, and they had freedom, something that you noticed that the stellaron hunters didn't.

Himeko was quick to welcome you, although a bit reluctantly, but she quickly learned that you meant no harm. She was comforting and motherly when she needed to be, especially when you got into shenanigans with March and the trailblazer (and dragging Dan Heng into it, too)

Himeko once got you to try her coffee and let's say that you couldn't taste anything for at least a week.

You were getting used to the life in the astral express, going on trailblazing expeditions to many different planets with the people you now considered friends and family.

But you did miss Kafka and the others, you wondered what they were up to. Just as you were lost in your thoughts, guess who showed up? Yup, it was Kafka.

Your eyes lit up once you spotted her and ran over to greet her. She claimed to be there because she missed you, you kind of didn't believe her but you still were glad that you got to see her again.

Himeko walked into the parlor car as she was searching for you for your nightly skincare routines. She spotted Kafka and demanded to know what she was doing in the express.

Kafka: Just visiting my favorite child, of course!

Himeko: You mean the one who you left with us?

Kafka: (in a teasing tone) Hm, it was for a good cause, Miss Himeko~

Himeko: (now frustrated) If you're still going to act like their guardian, then at least don't abandon them.

You: … (thinking) they act like a divorced couple…

The two women came to an agreement that Kafka would visit on the weekends, and Himeko would take care of you for the rest of the week.

You find it really funny that every time that the two interacted, they acted like two moms to you, which you didn't mind.

[yanderehsr]

Good Day.. I had this thought in my head all day and I wanted to hear your take on it: Yandere platonic stellaron hunters (Blade Kafka and silverwolf) over a toddler reader. Maybe Elio foresaw Reader being vital to their future plans. Of course Elio just dumps the reader to kafka and they’re all inexperienced with taking care of an actually baby so chaos ensues. I thought of a scenario for each character:

Blade looking for vengeance and just being very blood thirsty but Toddler reader just gives him puppy dog eyes and he just melts:

Blade: All must pay the pric..

Toddler Reader: Dada (does a spit bubble)

Blade(looking shock forgetting for a moment about his vengeance): Can you.. did you just.. can you repeat that..

Silverwolf tired of babysitting toddler reader and listening to baby shark all day long. She gets a genius idea

Silverwolf(hacking the herta space station just to play baby shark throughout the station): If I have to suffer this I’m taking Herta with me!

Toddler Reader(tries to sing baby shark)

Herta: Just shut it all down! (Slowly loosing her mind)

Kafka irresponsibly have toddler reader attach to a baby carrier with headphones on as she goes to the luofu for her mission.

(Kafka shooting at everyone with her guns):

(Reader just chilling on her baby carrier as she listen to Cocomelon)

(Cloud Knights shocked to see a baby on kafka): She kidnaps babies too?!!!

-Sorry for the long request, I just had to get it out of my head. Thanks for reading and I hope you can give me your take on this dysfunctional family.

No need to apologize, and finally Silver Wolf is requested🥰

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour

Out of the three it is only Kafka that wants to raise a child, she finds you cute and that is all it takes for her to be interested, she takes you everywhere she goes, to any mission. Of course she wouldn't take you out to a fight, she doesn't want you hurt.

Silver Wolf takes a bit longer to warm up to you, she is awkward, she doesn't really open up to other people. She tries to play video games with you, it doesn't go well. Herta amd Screwllum are surprised when there is a baby with Silver Wolf in the simulated universe

Blade takes the longest, he doesn't want to raise you, but he grows attached and that is enough to make him grow obsessed, he takes you everywhere, it has started a fight or two between him and Kafka about who gets to have you. He even takes you to his battles, he is confident that he can protect you.

Just don't try and leave them when you grow up, they have frown to attached to you, they might not even let Elio use you to whatever you were supposed to do.

"Awwww, look at them, they are just so cute"

"Keep your hands off, it's my turn to watch them"

"Let's just go, they can continue the fight without us"

There we go, three chaotic caretakers, and I love them all three🥰

[alito234]

platonic yandere hsr x Reader with the Omnitrix

This work was translated since I don't know much English.

to begin with you are an anomaly you should not exist but hey here you are, you were born on a planet deserted by humans you grew up with a species although intelligent it was not human you lived well until a meteorite fell and there was the damn watch that obviously sticks to your arm and voila now you are a super hero, for the next few years you practiced with the watch for two years and although your family was happy for you and your new powers they knew that you would eventually leave but they were happy for you after all you are their little baby from another kind, you finally get ready to leave the planet at only 12 years old, transformed into a jetray and with a last goodbye you are going to exploit the universe without knowing what awaits you.

stellaron hunters Their first meeting is simply disastrous. They had to kill someone in Elio's name but you stood against them. They clearly didn't take you seriously after all. You're just a brave brat who doesn't know what he's doing. They were shocked when you blinded him before he could see. you transformed into gravattack, you fought transformed into gravattack and you sent him flying obviously none of them were happy but they were still interested in you after all I had never seen anything like you, for Kafka you are interesting I had never seen someone like you a shapeshifter plus I had many questions why a little boy like you had that kind of Power, for Firefly she is curious about your behavior, how you defended a stranger without hesitation. That seemed adorable and noble of you, although she was also upset with you for harming Sam. For Blade, it's simple, she wants to kill you, it doesn't matter much that you are a child. you are a threat and he will It could be for two reasons, one because you humiliated him by simply making him float and not really fighting him, finally, Silver Wolf is interested in the Omnitrix and wants to try to hack it.

when they told Elio about you... he just stayed silent before laughing and asking if they were serious... if he wasn't happy at all, you are an anomaly neither you nor your aliens should exist and now you are a damn threat for your "destiny" In their second meeting it is in Penacony you were simply enjoying the music and the show with your little savings (being a hero is a very poorly paid job) when Kafka tried to use his Spiritual Whisper on you...of course it didn't work against the Sonorosian (echo echo) and you simply multiply to leave her stunned with your sonic screams

Due to his second failed attempt this time it was Blade who tried to cut off your arm directly...he came back with a strong radiation infection but he was pretty calm after all you finally took him seriously...of course his immune system was completely screwed but at least this time it was a fight, silver wolf and firefly were together....both ended up hacked by upgrade and without technology Sam will be out of service and silver wolf's chip was improved...unfortunately it was also destroyed winning the eternal hatred of the lady So if they hate you a lot, after all, you always get in the way of their plans, of course, until that time.

In one of their missions in Penacony they had to kill a slaver on his vacation but there you were they thought you were going to stop them again... but not this time, surprisingly you wanted to stop him because they almost discovered your little home planet and you weren't going to. Allow me, in reality you get along very well with them, they simply have a lot of interests in common like video games with Silver Wolf (you almost always beat him) this makes them have a rivalry, he finds it interesting how you are so good even though you are only If you haven't been playing for a short time, she becomes something like a cool cousin or with the cute firefly who now owes you her life, why guess that you cured her of her entropy loss (bless the creator of the Omnitrix and the genetic repair function) and that's how you won the affection of the girl who is the one you get along with best after all, she only sees you as a little child, she gives you little things like toys that you can't afford because of your miserable hero salary or candy being an amazing big sister

With Blade and Kafka the relationship is more complicated, Kafka asks you many questions about yourself that you awkwardly answer. His questions range from your favorite color to whether you are no longer a virgin. He is clearly interested in your past and how, technically speaking, you are an orphan, which only makes that they are much more interested in you the simple fact that you are so trusting with them something that they love after all it would be very easy to manipulate you and guide you to the "correct" path at their side guiding you like a mother, and finally blade....the evil bastard does not miss the opportunity to try to kill you, from pushing you off a building or in front of some criminals with weapons, he has already tried to stab you and he has done it only for the Omnitrix to transform you into swampfire to resist his stabs and put a strong punch for the attempted murder against you, yes well he simply wants to discover how difficult you are to kill, yes they have a quite complicated relationship after all if you were not so heroic or they were not murderers they would probably be almost friends (except blade that guy he just wants you dead)

They finally have the exslaver and although you only try to take him to a desert planet as punishment... Kafka puts a bullet in his forehead, something that bothers you, although not too much, if it causes the conflict of ideals to start, after all, you are still a problem due to your existence...unless you join them,

Kafka is the one who proposes it simply with a "if you want to stop us from continuing to murder, just join us and you will know why we do it and you will have someone to trust"

Obviously you refuse, you can't just become a Villado, this will disappoint everyone, especially Firefly, who had already become attached to you...the only one who's happy, let's say, is Blade for the simple fact that it means he can keep trying to kill you, the unfortunate one still I try to meet him with a punch from Atomix in the entire stomach, sending him flying, it seems that the fight is going to begin but Kafka stops you with a simple warning "eventually we will come for you little one so either you come for us by the good and we will give you certain freedoms or you will not like what happens when we find that beautiful world where you come from "

you freeze at their threat you trusted them and now this was your punishment they knew about your family and most importantly they knew about you dear home you hesitate for a moment as you consider your options the idea of killing them crosses your mind but you simply dismiss it You're not like that...but if you're a little cheater, you quickly change to amphibian, erasing her memories of your planet from Kafka's head. This surprises the group and angers Kafka, who already grabs the tentacle to pull you towards her and give you a strong punch. "You thought it would be so easy, little brat" Firefly quickly changes to Sam and holds you... you apologize before electrocuting her and fleeing from there transformed into xlr8 and although Firefly wants to go after you Silver Wolf stops her "let him go "Eventually we will meet again" Silver Wolf said amused "after all if that little boy wants to play cat and mouse we will play with him"

coming soon astral express

[raeart-xo]

Silly Kafka Hibino/Reader thing ?

Summary: Kafka safely walks drunk reader home after a work get-together and makes sure they are looked after once there.

Notes: Reader insert is gender-neutral but has longer hair and some of the work loosely implies female anatomy/feminine traits.

The idea was floated in my general direction by @ceviinx in a Discord server we are in, so naturally, the fic is dedicated to her (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Link to the AO3 post above, or read the whole thing here below the break:

(STOP! Don't forget to read the tags!)

You, Kafka, and some of his work colleagues as well as colleagues of your own were all out together at a nice fancy little izakaya restaurant. Naturally, you were sitting beside Kafka. He's not anything special, but the both of you are kind of close. You aren't sure if you like like him, or if you're just fond of him. Whichever it is, everyone was drinking. You're not great at holding your drink, and your drunk self is...

“Ugh...I swear... I- uhbfh...I'm never drinking again...” Your words slur, your footing is unsteady and your legs wobble beneath you. Maybe it was one drink too many, maybe it was five. However many it was, it has resulted in you slumped over, vomit and half a drink on your shirt, shoes in your hands, braced against the body of Kafka. As gross of a state as you're in, he does his best to mind you.

“Well c'mon now, we both know that's just not true.” Kafka replies with a dry chuckle. He has one arm around your waist, the other arm holding one of yours secure around his broad shoulders. He makes an effort to hold you more steady as he guides you tentatively up some stairs. Your legs disagree with this decision, feet screaming in agony and balance completely off-kilter, but you have no choice.

“Just a little further, hold out a bit longer, ‘kay?” He reassures you, tone gentle. Your body doesn't want to, but you groan out some kind of sound of agreement as you reach the top of the stairs. Bare feet scrape against the concrete until, finally, Kafka stops in front of the door to your apartment. “Keys.” He prompts gently.

You drop your shoes on the ground, giving your pockets a good rummage as Kafka mumbles in wonderment at exactly how and when you managed to take your shoes off between here and the restaurant. Oh, there they are! You pull the keyring out of your pocket and try, embarrassingly, to insert a key into the lock. You swear you can manage it, you do this all the time, this should be easy--

“This is painful to watch.” Kafka complains, snatching up the keys with his hand and sorting through them with his finger and thumb. He selects the right key and throws the door open with ease.

Immediately, you break free of his grip to stumble into your apartment. Tripping over yourself, you crawl like an animal to your toilet. The toilet bowl calls to you, and Kafka leaves you to your own devices for a few moments as he gathers up your shoes and takes off his. He drops your keys onto the kitchen counter and joins you in the bathroom. The man squats down on the floor beside you and rubs your upper back soothingly as you spill whatever is left of your guts into the toilet.

“I'm sorry...” You whine between gasps for breath. Tears stream down your face. You sit up straighter and run the back of your hand over your mouth and the palm of the opposite hand over your eye.

Kafka raises an eyebrow at you. “Sorry? For what?” He leans closer and gathers some of your hair up, taking care to hold it behind your head. Something he realised he should have done sooner, since some of the ends of your hair are already damp with...something.

“I'm gross and drunk...” You slur out, “and-- uhb...you could be home in bed right now but-” You hunch over again and spit into the toilet, taking a few deep breaths.

When you sit back up, your hands seize the hem of your stained, baggy shirt and pull it over your head. You struggle with it, and Kafka needs to take his hand out of your hair, but eventually manage to remove the offending garment. When you do, Kafka seems to be making a very concentrated effort of keeping his eyes off of you.

“You're not gross.” He says towards the wall. “I deal with way worse at work. A little bit of puke’s not gonna count me out.” He very tentatively returns his hand to your upper back. Calloused palm rubs the smooth skin and feels comfortable. You lean over the toilet and giggle madly, your hair falling into your face before he has any time to notice through his eye contact with the wall.

“Kafka’s so cheesy.” You snort, tilting your head back and spitting your hair out of your mouth. When you catch a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye, his face is beet red from ear to ear. Despite this, his expression reads like he's trying to remain stoic. He's doing a bad job of hiding it, but your drunk brain is doing a worse job of reading into it.

Kafka helps you gather your hair out of your face with a resigned sigh, wondering to himself if there are any hair ties nearby but not wanting to risk rummaging through your things. In the few moments he takes to ponder this possibility, you've begun to wander off. Feeling a little better after throwing up all the gross, you try to stand on unsteady legs to walk across to your bathroom and Kafka has to catch you for that mistake.

“What are you doing?” The man asks, sounding a little annoyed or maybe shaken. He's holding you in his arms and you look up at him with blurry vision and blink a few times.

“I wanna bath.” You grumble. He stares at you blankly. The thought of you taking a bath when you cannot even keep your own hair out of your toilet or stand upright without support is one that ends only in disaster in his mind. But how does he convey that without sounding like a total creep?!

“Uhh...” The man holds that vowel for a while, until the note dies out on its own. You clearly need it, but... Tactfully now Kafka, don't make it weird. “By...yourself..?” No!!! That's so weird!? He reprimands himself, but you're blissfully ignorant of his internal struggle.

“Hmm..” You lean back against his chest and think about it. “I guess you can join if you wanna..?”

“THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT-!!” Kafka blurts, loud and flustered. He'd probably shove you away if he could do so in good conscience. The man takes a moment to collect himself. He only partially succeeds. “I just don't wantcha to drown in the damn bath! What kinda lousy friend would I be if I let that happen on my watch, huh?!”

You stick a finger in his face and shush him, but you can't help but laugh in his face too. “Shhh...I have neighbours.” You giggle, “Stop yelling and start taking me to the bathroom.” Despite the slur in your words and the childish giggling, your order leaves Kafka no room to argue. So he obliges you. Practically carries you to the bathroom and sits you down on the floor while he fiddles with your taps.

Kafka holds his hands under the stream of water to make sure the temperature is good while you undress behind him. Was your nakedness to be expected? Yes. Was it still very much to his horror? Also yes. He does a good job of hiding his reaction however. You step into the bath and sit down as it's still filling, knees close to your chest and hairbrush in hand.

Internally, Kafka winces at the thought of you getting in without at least rinsing off first. But it isn't his place to say anything about that. He pulls over the bath stool and sits next to you outside the bath.

When it appears that you're struggling with the hairbrush, he frowns and reaches out a helpful hand. He curls his fingers in a “gimme” motion and you get the idea. You hand over the hairbrush and turn your back to him.

Part of you expects to feel like your scalp is being attacked. But you're pleasantly surprised by how gentle he is. He takes a section of hair in one hand and combs the brush down through the ends of your hair, gradually moving up closer to your scalp and then moving onto the next section of hair.

It's over disappointingly quickly. You realise you'd found yourself enjoying having your hair brushed by somebody else for once. He sets aside your hairbrush and runs his fingers through your hair, seeming rather pleased with himself. You hum at the pleasant sensation and tilt your head back far enough that you're looking at him upside-down. He gives you a nervous smile. You stick your tongue out at him.

Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, Kafka stands up momentarily. He reaches for the shower hose and pulls it from its perch. “Alright.” He says decisively. You watch him gather more of your toiletries up. The water is about up to your hips when he switches the stream from the bath tap to the shower head.

“What's all that for?” You ask, running your hands through the shallow water and resting your cheek on your knees.

“Well you obviously ain't in the bath to marinate.” He replies. A large hand coaxes you to lift your head back up. You do. “Cover your eyes maybe.” He prompts. You rest both of your palms over your face. He pushes your hair back and runs the shower stream over your hair, making sure it's completely saturated before giving the rest of you a once-over with warm water. Then, he switches the shower off entirely.

You hear the snappy sound of a bottle being opened and peek between your fingers to catch a glimpse of Kafka squeezing shampoo into his palm. He closes and sets the bottle aside, rubbing his hands together. Sudsy fingers massage your scalp. You close your eyes, leaning into the touch. His hands are strong, but gentle. He isn't just ticking boxes, he's bathing you with care and intent. Your heart feels warm and your stomach is tingly -- but not in a sickly way.

Kafka reaches for the shower head again and, after prompting that you tilt your head back, gives your hair a rinse. He works the shampoo through your hair, making sure to leave no unrinsed residue behind.

Next up is conditioner, which he applies to the ends of your hair and then carefully combs out. Another rinse. He continues like this, gingerly washing each part of your body and cleaning you up nicely. The flustered and awkward Kafka from before is long gone. He's entered a flow state. It's the best you've been treated probably ever, so you have no complaints.

By the time he's almost done with you, you can barely remember ever feeling gross. You're still brutally drunk, of course. But at least you don't feel disgusting as well-- and honestly, you feel just a touch more sober now. It's as Kafka silently rubs a soapy washcloth into your back that you speak again.

“Mmm...Kafka...” Your voice is soft. Kafka perks up, his hands still continuing in their motion across your back.

“Yeah..?” He responds.

“Why are you doing all of this?” You ask him, looking over your shoulder at him. His eyes are fixed on your washcloth. He pulls it away and wrings it out over the bathwater. Just momentarily, he spares you a glance.

“I dunno. Why...wouldn't I?” He answers with a question of his own, bringing up the shower head one final time to rinse over your body. It's a fair point, yet the dusting of red on his cheeks begs a few more questions that you're in no state to pose. It doesn't make you any the less curious, though...if anything you kind of feel...hmm.

Kafka leans over the tub to pull the drain plug, arranges your toiletries back where they belong, and wanders away to find you a towel. You spend a few moments just sitting there in the draining bath. Thinking. Feeling. You hug your legs to your chest.

Not long goes by before Kafka’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. You don't quite catch what he's said but when you look up at him, he's standing beside the bath with one towel on his shoulder and another held open with his gaze averted from you. You arise from the bath and practically collapse into his chest, expecting him to wrap the towel around you. He does.

You snake your arms around him and squeeze him as tight as your body will let you. He's warm and his body is soft. He does his best to keep his cool but inside he is totally panicking. Dutiful hands wrap the towel securely around your body, but that doesn't do much for the wet hair soaking through his shirt.

For Kafka, the amount of time you cling to him is as uncomfortable as it is heavenly. The close contact flusters him, and the temporary coolness he had towards your nudity seems to have run its course. Luckily for him, it doesn't last too long. When you unwind your arms and take a half step away, he feels both relieved and disappointed. He does his best to swallow the latter feeling.

“Come on- let's go get you dressed and get you to bed, ‘kay?” He offers, slipping the second towel from his shoulder and running it over your head to dry your dripping wet hair. You look up at him with a big, stupid, drunk smile. He smiles back and helps you along the hall and into your bedroom.

Unlike him, you have a nice, spacious apartment with western style bedroom and a raised bed. One that you're eager to collapse into but Kafka makes a point of steering you towards your dresser. You huff and, begrudgingly, secure yourself a pair of underwear and a shirt. When you drop your towel without warning, you see Kafka nearly jump out of his own skin and watch him trip over himself to turn away.

You slip on your underwear and pull the shirt down over your head. Oh how nice it is to wear clean, dry clothes. You hang the towels over the end of your bed and collapse into the soft mattress. Before your body sinks into the covers, you roll over onto your back and look at Kafka, still with his back to you.

“Are you staying?” You ask. He jolts and looks over his shoulder.

“Staying? The night?” He asks back. You nod. He shifts his weight awkwardly beneath him. He didn't exactly plan to stay out, why would he have? “If you want me to...” He hums, making his way to your bedroom door. You stop him.

“Where are you going?” You call out.

“Uhh...the...tatami room..?” He replies sheepishly, worried he's done something wrong.

“Why? Stay here...” You say, patting the empty space on your large mattress. Even from here, you can hear him swallowing hard.

“Is...” Kafka stands awkwardly by the door. “Are you sure-?” He pats his hands against his sides and nervously drums his fingers across his outer thighs.

“Before I fall asleep.” You grumble with a yawn, climbing under your covers.

The man stands around looking stupid for a few more moments. His trek back towards your bed is made with stiff, robotic movements. When he sits in your bed, he's clearly tense.

“Come here.” You tug insistently at his shirt. He scoots closer and sits cross-legged now, hands in his lap. Much to your irritation. All you wanted was a free body pillow, but it seems Kafka wants to make your life harder.

“Down. Here.” You huff, clawing at him like a zombie. Finally, finally. He obliges. He uncrosses his legs and shyly slides under the duvet, laying on his back with his hands resting on his stomach. You throw an arm over his chest and wrap your leg around his, the soft material of his comfy sweatpants is nice against your bare skin.

It takes some time, but Kafka eventually relaxes. He reaches an arm out to shut off the bedside lamp and allows himself to get comfortable.

“You're a good friend...” You mumble, resting your cheek against his chest. His heart is so loud. “Good pillow too.” You giggle, squeezing his soft body tightly to yours. You feel a hand come around to gently rub your back.

“Yeah...’course I'm a good friend.” Kafka rumbles gently. It sounds like he's going to say more, but he doesn't.

Silence. At least verbally. His heart is thundering in his chest. You wonder if he can feel yours fluttering through your back. As though it could grow wings and fly off.

“Kafka...” You murmur.

“Yeah?” He looks down at you. Not that he can see much in the darkness.

“Mmm...” You hum, burying your face in his neck. “Nevermind...remind me to ask you in the morning.” You say sleepily, running your hand down his stomach to lace your fingers together with his.

“Yeah...okay...” Kafka replies, throat suddenly dry again. He squeezes your hand tightly. You allow the warmth of his body, the thumping of his heart, and the gentle circles he traces into your back lull you to sleep. In the morning, when you're more sober...you will ask him that question properly.

[totallybakedcake]

Operation fix hair alert

I saw this post by @newellthedragon which is here it's basically the kaiju alarm goes off in the middle of the night and the defense force officers desperately try to fix their hair, their is a comment there by @supermanstoddlerleash where they comment- narumi frantically trying to fix his hair so he doesn't run into battle looking like a pineapple and I just couldn't resist but make a fic on it.

Used my own scenario

It was late at night, you were training, and a random thought sparked in: "Can't a Kaiju alert happen anytime? We defense force officers might even have the worst bed hair while saving thousands of lives and teasing the shit out of each other."

Just then the Kaiju alarm rang, and you thought, "Perfect timing."

It happened in a blink: changing into the defense force uniform, going to the kaiju's location, and even killing a dozen yoju. You still searched around for any officer who had bad bed hair, but the honju came in front of you, and Okonogi informed you that it was a fortitude of 8.2.

The rest of your memory was unclear; the honju was very powerful and threw you towards a glass wall, where it felt like crying on every piece that you removed from your back. Closing your eyes, it felt like death was near, but a sharp pain and the ground drifting away made you open your eyes again.

"Commander NARUMI?" Your eyes went wide as you saw his face. It showed his dark circles, which had most probably worsened, and his eyes, which were looking straight out of a horror movie because of his sleep-deprivedness. The most ridiculous thing was his hair. It looked like a freaking pineapple walking around; you burst out laughing; it hurt. Your ribs, lungs, muscles, and practically everything in your body hurt, but it was too hard not to laugh at the condition of Gen's hair.

"OI, be respectful to your superior officer's name." Gen felt like he could burst out of anger at you at any moment. It was in the middle of the night when even he was asleep, but the kaijus had to break that beauty sleep, and now everyone is making a clown of him.

Seeing your condition did make him just 0.1 percent sympathetic towards you, but that wasn't enough for him to start a whole ranting session while carrying you in his arms and killing Kaijus; he just needed to vent, okay?

"Is that commander pineapple?" Hoshina couldn't help but snicker at the Narumi Gen; it was the real representation of a pineapple-gone-wrong situation. As Gen carefully put you down, he started yelling profanities at Soshiro, who was clutching his stomach from laughing so hard.

"If you gosh damn bowl-cut won't stop, I swear I will eradicate you!" "Bold of you to assume I would let that happen, Captain Pineapple, gone wrong."

"Augh, you moron." They kept going on and on, ignoring you. It was fun to listen to them, though your body aches were increasing by the second. Suddenly, your vision had black patches appearing, and your body was getting lighter and lighter as everything went black.

Gen and Soshiro stopped their argument when they heard a loud thud seeing you knocked out of the floor.

They quickly picked you up and started taking you to the medical department.

"Oi, this isn't over, fox eyes." Gen whispered and yelled to Soshiro.

"Of course it isn't, Captain Pineapple."

People wonder how they gave each other these 'cute' nicknames.

This wasnt that good but I had fun writing it.

Lots of thanks for following me and even liking my posts! Feel so glad and delighted<3

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[mubabee]

Blade baking with child!reader 😮 (and a little extra with genderbent!Kafka)

he would let you put cute beads in his hair(maybe)

[lovelymalleus]

“Smile!" || Blade x G/N Child! Reader (PLATONIC) - Honkai: Star Rail

A/N: This is my first post, so if it's bad in any way; please tell me and feel free to give me some helpful tips! The reader is 11 in this as well which explains the childish behavior. I was at first going to make them 12-14 tbh, but I wanted them to seem more child-like.

"Uh…How about this one!”

You were desperately trying to get Blade to laugh at your jokes, which were genuinely terrible, just to see him smile, but it was to no avail as Blade only sat there with his face as flat as a board.

“Knock, Knock!” You began with a grin, leaning closer as you swung your legs back and forth in your seat.

“You said we were done with these ones…” Blade grumbled, his eye twitching at you.

“Just answer!”

Blade sighed before turning back to you tiredly, “Who’s there?” He answered exasperatedly.

“Interrupting ghost!”

“Interrupting ghost w—”

“BOO!” You suddenly cut him off with a playful grin, jumping on him, causing Blade to let out a startled grunt and swiftly catch you by your waist as you fell in his lap.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Blade's face was as still as a rock. It's like he was being held at a gunpoint to not smile at the joke you just told him, or even the other terrible ones.

"Are you done yet?" Blade asked in annoyance, his eyes percing into yours as he held the child's smaller figure in his grasp, your hands thrown over his neck.

But deep inside the swordsman, he loved all the child's foolish jokes, and he even saw them as his own little sibling. He'd just never admit it.

The 11 year old only groaned, frustrated with how he'd never laugh or even crack one, little smile at their jokes.

"Come on! Just give me one smile, Bladie!" You whined, tugging at his cheeks to widen his lips so it can look he's smiling, yet it just fell straight back into a frown, "Why are you so hard to crack?!"

"Because showing any emotions, similar to happiness, is weakness, Y/N." Blade answered simply, his voice deep and raspy as he lifted you off his lap with his eyes still stuck to yours blankly, "You'll understand that once you grow older."

Blade was a man of duty. Duty to his life, his work, his role, and many others. Showing emotions was a sign of weakness to him; an admission of defeat. But deep down, he felt things. Much of it. He just didn't allow himself to do so. So when you made him crack a smile with your silly jokes, he got frustrated at himself. For breaking his code, even just once.

"Uh-huh…Whatever you say, Edge-Lord…" You mumbled, your face forming into a deadpan as you turned to the side.

Your words however earned you a smack across the head from Blade, causing you yelp in surprise.

“I WAS JOKING!”

“Find better humor then.”

You only grumbled to yourself, slumping against the dark sofa you were sitting on before a smirk crossed your face, "Wait, so does that mean Kafka's weak? She always laughs at my jokes!" You retort with a cocky grin.

"Kafka isn’t laughing at your jokes, she’s laughing at you."

Blade's cold words earned a huff from you, offended by how harsh he had said it.

You and Blade had a somewhat sibling-like relationship which Kafka and Silverwolf relentlessly teased Blade about, yet he refused to admit he saw you as anything near a sibling or family member in that matter.

“Hmph! Fine! Don’t expect me to talk to you for the whole day then!” You pouted, pretending to be mad at him so he can finally give in and smile at you.

Yet all you got in response was silence as he continued to sit there, his arms folded and staring straight ahead with his eyes closed.

But, he was slightly amused with your words since he knew you can’t go one second without following him around like the curious and naive child you are, usually holding onto his bandaged hand half the time.

You stared in-front of you for awhile in silence before your eyes slowly began to droop tiredly and you turned back to Blade.

"Blade?" You called quietly after a moment of silence, earning a lazy "Hm?" in response, "Can I…Sleep in your lap…?” You trailed off, feeling ashamed for giving in so easily and acknowledging him even after you said you wouldn’t, “Please?”

It wasn’t really a surprise you were so tired…You did just come back from a mission with Kafka, you didn’t do much since your role in missions is just to be the lookout due to your young age. You were slightly tired when you came back of course, and it seems like the exhaustion finally kicked in.

If this were any other person, Blade would've flatly said no, but this was you...Blade didn't understand why, but he could never say no to you.

Blade then arched a brow at your words, red eyes opening, and he held back the teasing smirk that threatened to creep upon his lips, “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t speak to me for the whole day?”

“Oh shut up!” You glared, pulling your knees up to your chest with a frown that looked more like a pout, “So can I sleep in your lap or what?” You continued quietly, turning away and pressing your cheek against your kneecaps in embarrassment with your words.

The older man was quiet for a while. He didn't like being affectionate, he didn't like being kind either. He just didn't like to give in. But to you? He would always make an exception.

So slowly, he lifted the child up and plopped them in his lap, holding their surprised figure close. There were no words spoken, but deep inside, Blade felt something. Maybe it was affection. Maybe it was a little bit of love. Perhaps it was admiration or fondness!

But he was never able to figure out what it exactly was.

Your eyes slightly widened in shock at the fact the so-called “cold and heartless” Blade was carrying you in his arms as if you were his child before a grin spread across your face and you nuzzled into his chest and pulled your legs closer for warmth.

You felt two arms wrap around you to keep you warm and another held your head closer to their chest, yet you didn’t need to open your eyes to see who it exactly was since you already knew.

Silence filled the air for awhile as you laid in his arms before you finally broke it.

“You want to hear another jo—”

“Don’t ruin it.”

This kinda reminded me of the audio "Leave me alone, baby! …..AUGHHH YOU'RE MY BABYYY! YOU'RE MY BABY AND I LOVE YOU SM" blade fr fr

[aventurineswife]

Mini troublemakers!

Summary: When each Stellaron Hunter encounters a robot reader with the unique ability to create adorable, miniature replicas of themselves, their reactions reveal hidden facets of their personalities.

Tags: Kafka x Reader, Firefly x Reader, Silver Wolf x Reader, Blade x Reader, Robot!Reader, Platonic Relationships, Mini Robots, Friendship, Slice of Life, Fluff and Light Humor, Bittersweet Moments.

A/N: 🥺💖THIS IS SO CUTE!!

Tag (as I can't answer your request so I have to resort on tagging you instead): @lavenderlovekakavasha

Kafka

Kafka observed with an intrigued smile as you, the robot, tinkered with a miniature version of yourself. A tiny, whirring replica with shiny eyes turned and beamed up at her. "A little army of yourself, hmm?" she mused, her smooth voice drifting in a teasing tone.

She leaned closer, letting her wine-colored hair spill over one shoulder as she observed the smaller bot. “Adorable. A bit of charm and smarts combined, just like the real thing.” She tapped the mini bot’s head lightly, a glint of amusement in her eyes. "It suits you, actually. I might have to commission a tiny assistant from you myself. Maybe with one of my coats.”

The little bot chirped in response, and Kafka’s laughter was low and warm. "Let’s see what you can do with it,” she said, her gaze focused, “and if you’re up for a little fun.”

Firefly

Firefly watched with quiet admiration as your small robot creation moved around. She crouched down, reaching out a cautious hand to the curious, cute little bot, which hummed softly as it approached her. “These… you created them yourself?” she asked, her tone holding a mix of wonder and reserve.

When you confirmed, she gave a small, almost hidden smile. “They’re… fragile, but strong. Like something meant to last in its own way.” The bot blinked at her, and Firefly’s eyes softened. “Reminds me of the Iron Cavalries back in Glamoth. Only… friendlier.” she added, stroking one of the bot’s tiny antennae.

She looked up at you thoughtfully. “Do they ever get scared?” she asked, a hint of something deeper in her tone. “Out there on their own?”

You reassured her, showing how they could always find their way back to you with a signal, and Firefly’s smile grew just a little. “Then they’re lucky.”

Silver Wolf

"Okay, this is genius!" Silver Wolf leaned in, peering closely at your little bot. It made a light, buzzing sound, like a computer processing, and Silver Wolf’s eyes lit up with excitement. “So, they can copy themselves, hack simple systems, and even do cute dances. You realize how much we could exploit this?”

She nudged the bot playfully, letting out a snicker as it wobbled and then righted itself. “With a few tweaks, I bet I could turn these guys into the ultimate diversion—just imagine the look on Screwllum’s face when these little cuties start hacking his defenses.”

The little bot tried imitating her gesture, lifting a stubby little arm in a “cheer” motion, and she laughed. “Yup, they’re my kind of bots! We could be an unstoppable team. You up for a little programming jam session?”

Blade

Blade stood in silence, his eyes fixed on the small robot rolling around in front of him. You watched as he knelt down, expression unreadable, while the little bot wheeled over and stopped at his foot. It beeped softly, looking up at him with a wide, innocent lens.

He seemed almost hesitant, looking from the small bot to you. “It’s… small,” he finally said, as though the idea itself was strange. The bot moved closer, and Blade didn’t flinch, even as it nuzzled against his hand like a pet.

“Strange to see something so… unburdened by fate,” he muttered under his breath. There was an intensity in his eyes as he reached out to gently touch the bot’s head. “If only everything could be so simple.”

The little bot let out a chirp, and you told him it was their way of saying they liked him. He let out a rare, low chuckle. “Then I suppose it’s good it doesn’t know who I am. Still, I… appreciate it.”

He glanced up at you, something softer in his gaze. “Keep them close. They’re safer that way.”

This is very lazily written, sorry y'all. I'm not feeling well today.

[batsvnte]

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄 — Everything has to be in order to make this trip worth it. In one hand you had a bag full of supplies. Water and food with bits of medical equipment in case you get in trouble that was running low. A journal with some sort of entertainment to write about your travels. It’s always been like this for an while and you were fine with just that.

But, there had been unexpected hiccups in your wandering adventure so you opted to have another item on you. A wagon that you had gotten (scammed) from a man who was a local of another planet. He didn’t really look like a local, just some random visitor. You didn’t really have any other option than to choose some wagon that could possibly hold anything and everything you needed.

By that, anything could mean an grown man that was knocked out who was incidentally bleeding out slowly on your wagon. When you had stumbled upon him, his wounds were deep and he was bleeding vaguely fast. You couldn’t leave him on the ground with abominations running rampent around the place and you didn’t know if you had enough time to get help before he died from the wounds inflicted. So you did the best thing you could think of.

You had done the best you could to tend to his wounds without using up all of your supplies. Getting your hands covered in blood wasn’t on your list for the day, but it didn’t really matter at the moment. You just hoped that they would focus more on the injured man on your wagon than the fact that it looks like you had murdered him. You were too young to go to jail.

Getting a good look at his appearance, you couldn’t place where exactly you had seen him before. He was on his side where the wound wasn’t located on. Though his blueish, raven hair covered parts of his face. You couldn’t focus on that now. You just had to get him some help at the moment.

It was a torturous one hour of having to wait out monsters strolling by, wheeling the wagon to one place to another without the worry of him falling out and going up the little hills that could possibly mean danger on the other end. It was horrible taking those shortcuts that you were extra weary.

But thankfully, the wagon had held up long enough to come across an small little store. You nearly felt like collapsing in the process of relief that you found the store in time, but at the same time it was one that had an automatic system mandating it. An AI that you had no trouble with. But it was a buggy one with major and minor difficulties with one being that you couldn’t call for help.

You did have a plan in mind to get through this. Which took nearly forever with washing the blood and getting bandages, medicine, and other things needed.

“Will that be all?”

“Yeah…..”

It was wrong to leave the guy out in the back of the store with semi-untreated wounds. Fast tapping against the glass counter as the robot had process everything that you had purchased. Nearly 50 credits but it would be worth it. You cautiously glanced out the door for anyone else coming in and also at the robot that took forever to get everything.

“Have an go—“

No time to let the clerk finish its sentence. You felt bad but it wouldn’t possibly matter right now. Rummaging through the bag as you sped walk back over to where you last left the wagon, but as you rounded the corner there was… nothing. Nobody. The man was gone.

The only thing that was evidence of his existence was the bloodied bottom of the wagon. And a neatly folded paper at the corner of the wagon that was free of blood. You plucked it up from its spot, unfolding it with careful care.

“Thanks for taking care of Bladie <3”

Confusing and a bit weird. No other word that could tell who it was from. A friend of ‘Bladie’s’ you had assumed. You shoved note back into one of the pockets of your jacket and took an small blanket to cover up the top of it. The smell would draw attention but for now would do it. Just as long as you didn’t run into anyone.

It wasn’t till much later you gotten into another spot where you could rest your legs. Hopefully taking the time to clean the blood from the wagon. You couldn’t stop thinking about the man and the note left behind. The name was familiar, and the man as well.

Looking up you found a poster plastered on the rocky wall in front of you. The picture of the man that you had found with an bounty and information about him. Your stomach dropped as you took in the information.

“Damn… I helped a wanted criminal”

The possible thought of getting into trouble loomed over you. Though it would be a funny little story to mention to your friends. You were too distracted by that to noticed that there was an purple sticker stuck on the side of your wagon.