#platonic silver wolf 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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[tragedy-of-commons]

notes: based on this brainrot. platonic silver wolf & reader. modern au. the stellaron hunters are a family. reader is implied to have come from a troubled homelife. barely proofread. my heart wasn’t in this but it’s here. wc: 2.1k.

“Hey.”

Your sister—your new big sister—snaps you out of your stupor. She’s standing in the doorway to your room, her arms crossed over her chest and puffy jacket. After you whip your head around (your previous fixation was on the adjacent wall), your heart sinks.

What could she want? She doesn’t look happy at all. Her brow is pinched in what looks a lot like annoyance, her voice is expectant, and she hasn’t spared you the time of day since your arrival, pretty much. What could’ve changed? Have you done something to upset her?

Lord knows you probably have, with you being new to this whole… loving family thing. You bring your knees to your chest and shift uncomfortably atop your new bedspread.

“Stop looking like a kicked puppy,” she huffs, daring to step over the threshold. “I’m not that scary. What are you doing inside? It’s Saturday. Shouldn’t you be outside, like, playing or something? Like kids do?”

You recover a little bit. So you’re not in trouble… or maybe you are? Trying to heed her demand, you attempt to mask your crestfallen expression with something more cheery: a smile. It looks more like you’re grimacing, but it’s the effort that counts, right?

“Sorry! Um,” you swallow, avoiding her eyes. The ceiling is suddenly very interesting. “Am I supposed to be outside? I can go out there now—”

Silver Wolf swiftly raises her hand. “Nuh uh, that’s why I’m here. Since you’re not outside like a normal kid would be, I came to enlist your help,” she pauses. “Not because I need it or anything, but because Kafka is making me ‘keep you company’. So we should get this charade over with, spend some time together, so we can get her off our backs.”

Oh. Kafka. The magenta-haired woman that now acts as your mother (feels weird to think about), has been trying to ease you into adjustment for weeks. You’re socially aware enough to understand that. She’s been taking you out on shopping trips, spoiling you with splendor you couldn’t fathom months ago, and trying to get you to hold awkward, one-sided conversations with retail workers. Maybe if you were older and more rebellious like Silver Wolf, you’d feel like a cagey chihuahua being socialized; you’d feel debased or insulted by Kafka’s meddling. 

But you don’t. You’re grateful—grateful but hesitant, and that’s apparent now as you stare at your older sister with your mouth slightly agape. 

“R-Right. What did you want to do?” There’s a small part of you that’s thrilled, endeared by the thought of someone as cool as Silver Wolf wanting to hang out with you, even if you know she’s just trying to satisfy Kafka’s fish-eyed coercion. “We could… read a book?”

The ashen-haired girl scrunches her nose up in disgust.

“Or not that!” you hurriedly backpedal, shaking your head. “Whatever you wanna do.”

“Good. C’mon, follow me. And speed it up, will you?” Silver Wolf goads impatiently, pivoting on her heel while you’re stuck scrambling after her to some unknown destination. She sounds almost amused, her ponytail bobbing with the force of her footsteps, you now trailing behind her. 

“Can’t believe you would suggest reading. The future is digital, and soon all stuffy books will be rightfully eradicated in the interest of perpetuating graphic novels. Or just things actually worth consuming.” 

“What…?”

“Okay, don’t speak. You’re gonna make me start taking poison damage,” she deadpans, reaching her bedroom door. Outwardly, it almost appears the same as yours down the hall, but hers is covered in glossy stickers and graffiti prints that you struggle to read. It’s distinctly her. Silver Wolf grips the knob and turns it, ready to push the thing open, but then she throws a suspicious glance over her shoulder. 

“No touching my stuff unless I say so,” she warns, “and remember, I’m only allowing you entry because Kafka is a tyrannical maniac. Normally only Stelle is permitted in here, but she’s away.”

The latter statement gets your attention. It’s like that in this house; people are always coming and going. You haven’t seen Stelle since you got here, something she seems very sorry about—she’s supposedly away on work. What work? You aren’t sure. Kafka, Blade, Firefly, and Stelle seem to be occupied with it at the weirdest times. You’re not too experienced yet, but something tells you families aren’t usually this odd. 

“Yeah, got it,” you murmur. Silver Wolf opens her door, revealing the inside’s blinding setup.

Bright monitors idling with neon pixel art greet you, the desk supporting them standing smack dab in the middle of the room. The screens paint everything in a purplish light, made easier by the drawn blackout curtains preventing any potential sunlight from bleeding in through the window. An unmade bed dotted with plushies sits in the furthest corner, and is that…?

“Why do you have a tiny fridge in your room?”

Your begrudging older sister scoffs. “Convenience. We—no, you—really need to work on your critical thinking skills. Luckily, you’ll have a chance today.”

Before you can question what that means, Silver Wolf ambles over to the other corner. A sizable flatscreen TV rests on the otherwise barren wall, a shelf below cluttered with all kinds of paraphernalia: controllers that your instincts tell you are for Video Games (she really likes playing those), pretty figurines of people wielding swords, and lots of cables. There’s a glowing block too. Oh, you know that one!

“A PlayStation?” you hope, tilting your head as she swipes a controller off the shelf and slumps down in one of two beanbags on the floor. She doesn’t invite you to come over and plonk down on the other, so you don’t move. This is already unfamiliar, tumultuous territory.

“Uh huh. Don’t just stand there! If we’re gonna be forced to spend time together, it’s gonna be my way. We’re playing Origami Bird Clash: Arena. Sit down and try to keep up.”

By the time you dive in headfirst, confusion is your best friend. The learning curve is steep and the moveset is not intuitive for someone who’s never even touched mobile games. The controller feels entirely too big in your small hands, the distance between each button stretching impossibly far. You become aware that Origami Bird Clash: Arena is a fighting game. You can challenge other players online, bots, or even your friends in real life. 

You’re clumsy, struggling through the tutorial while Silver Wolf pulls out her hair, likely suffering from the most dire case of second-hand embarrassment. To her credit, she tries to be helpful, though she’s not patient enough to be the mentor type…

“You need to—no, you have to press R2! Read the instructions again,” she winces. When you look over (mistakenly taking your eyes off the task at hand entirely), she looks to be fighting the urge to rip the thing out of your hands and complete it for you. “Dude, eyes on the screen!”

“What’s… what’s R2 again?” The sounds of your starter bird getting absolutely pummeled by the wings of the tutorial bot fill the silence as you press random buttons in hopes of finding it on your own. Oops. 

The ashen-haired girl groans. “The right trigger! Just recover, you can do it. You can’t die yet, so stop panicking.”

This can’t seriously be fun for her, you can’t help but monologue. She looks like she’s gonna blow her top.

Are you that much trouble? Kafka may have forced her to hang out with you, but that’s kinda your fault; you didn’t busy your hands, didn’t find something to do, and now you’re just being a big bother to your big sister. In between the buzz of the day, sometimes you wonder what the hell this… group of people were thinking, to take you in. 

“I’m sorry,” you blurt, feeling the mortifying sting of tears beginning to form. “I-I’m sorry I’m not good at it, I’m t-trying.” 

This isn’t good. It’s never good to cry—you’ll only make people angry, and you don’t want to do that. You don’t want this new home to be like your last one, where everything that went wrong was your fault. Recover, like Silver Wolf said. You must recover. Abashedly wiping your tears with one hand, you drop the controller into your lap.

You suck in a breath whenever she shifts in your peripherals, holding the air in your throat after she begins to reach over towards you, jutting out a little from her beanbag to close the distance. 

To your surprise, she doesn’t yell (even lightheartedly like she had been in frustration earlier), only sighing next to your ear and seizing the piece of plastic in your hands. She sets it aside on the floor, and then you deem it safe enough to sneak a peek at her. Silver Wolf still has that pinch between her brow, but she’s oddly devoid of complaints, staring at you.

“Look, don’t cry,” she beseeches, unsure of herself. It’s almost like she’s terrible at comforting people. Your vision blurs further while your bottom lip trembles, making her panic. “No, no, stop. It’s fine, okay? It’s whatever. You’ve never played before. And you’re not that terrible,” she rambles, “I’ve clashed against grown men with worse reflexes!”

Yeah. She’s terrible at comforting people.

“Damn it, I’ll get you a tissue or something. Not on your sleeve, that’s gross—”

She takes off out of the room, and by the time she comes back, it’s with a few crumpled paper towels that she all but shoves into your hands. You hiccup and blow your nose, muttering more apologies under your breath while she stands there, towering over you and clueless. At least she’s not mad…

“Sorry a-again. I’ll be better.”

“Kid, you may be new and monopolizing everyone’s attention—not like I care or anything—but you need to stop saying you’re sorry. It’s uncool and makes me look lame,” Silver Wolf says matter-of-factly, pushing up the flimsy shades resting on her forehead. “And if you’re gonna roll with me to keep Kafka out of our business, you’ve gotta be cool.” 

Cool. She’s right, you’ve gotta measure up to her attitude to fit in. But that’s not what makes you stall in your reply. You stand up too, even if you feel unsure on your feet. 

“You want to ‘roll with me’? B-But I thought this was… a one-time…” you gesture vaguely.  

“Ugh, just let me make you stop crying,” she plants her hands on her hips before waltzing over her desk in the middle of the room. Earlier you’d spotted the minifridge sitting just beside it, which your big sister kneels down to open, rummaging and subsequently clanging through its contents.

“Do you like Monster?”

“...I don’t think I’ve—”

“Well, you will soon enough. Heh.” Silver Wolf pops her gum and makes her way back over, shoving a can in your face. It looks way too big and heavy to drink in one sitting, making you wince, but you take it anyway after stuffing the paper towels in your pocket. You yank on the tab, watching the carbon dioxide ominously leave the opening after a snap. 

“We don’t have to finish the tutorial right now,” she stretches, “but maybe if you feel better—the Ultra White will def help—we can try again later. And if you learn to abuse combos like me, that’s a plus.”

Your heart warms a little, rises just a smidge. Maybe things will be different here after all. Even if she’s just saying that to make you feel better, wouldn’t it be nice to have someone to be around?

Most of your time is spent staring at walls, thumbing through the frail paperbacks you managed to bring from home, and wishing. For what? You’re not sure. A lot of your new family members seem eager to talk to you, but they’re adults. They’re not quite able to coax you out of your shell, evidently lacking the means to.

But Silver Wolf is different. She’s your sister, not your guardian. And not to mention, she has dyed purple ends and she uses… curse words. She’s cool, and maybe, if the last five minutes are anything to go by, she could think of you as cool too.

Well, if you ever learn how to “abuse combos”, that is. You aren’t quite sure what a combo is yet. 

“Um,” you squeak. “I’d like to f-finish it now. I’ll try again.”

She looks surprised—then she grins. “Now that is the spirit I’ve been looking for. The basics will serve you well online, kid. You just gotta get good.” 

Later

“Would you mind explaining why your little sibling is bouncing off the walls?” Kafka asks Silver Wolf, mirth dancing in her gaze. Despite the stern phrasing of her question, she’s very amused, as she often is. 

The ashen-haired girl shrugs, watching you pace laps around the kitchen. “Dunno. That’s crazy.”

Kafka chuckles. “I’m glad you two had fun.”

“Ugh. We didn’t,” Silver Wolf sharply refutes, “I was just doing what you told me to do.” “Whatever you say, Wolfie.”

[aventurineswife]

Requesting Reader having trouble sleeping (nothing angsty, they’re just more of a night owl) so they’re just like “welp, might as well be gaming” and whoever finds them in their room catches them playing something like Animal Crossing, Resident Evil, or Nier: Automata.

…Now that I’ve typed this, I think Silver Wolf would be perfect. Just late night gaming buddies. ����

“The night is still young, but we're not sleeping”

Tags: Silver Wolf x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Stelle x Reader, Gaming, Late-Night Vibes, Casual Bonding, Comfort, Friendship, Lighthearted.

It’s already well past midnight, the usual quiet hum of the ship broken only by the soft clicking of buttons in your room. You lean back against the pillow, eyes glued to the screen, the soft glow illuminating your face in the otherwise dark space. Your controller moves with expert precision in a game of Resident Evil, the latest challenge being to outsmart hordes of zombies.

You could barely get comfortable in bed, so why not indulge in a bit of gaming?

Suddenly, the door creaks open, and a shadow stands in the doorway. You glance up and meet the cool, calculating eyes of none other than Silver Wolf, arms crossed and eyebrow raised as she observes your midnight hobby.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” you ask, not missing a beat.

Silver Wolf leans against the doorframe, the usual smirk tugging at her lips. “You’re up late,” she says, her voice almost teasing. “I didn’t take you for a gamer.”

You shrug, pausing your game with a dramatic sigh. “You know, sometimes it’s just one of those nights. Can’t really sleep, so might as well be doing something fun.” You flick your controller again, and Silver Wolf’s gaze moves to the screen.

“Huh. Resident Evil, huh? You’re really just going to take on zombies in the dead of night?” She smirks again, clearly amused. “Let me guess, you’re the type who keeps a cheat code handy?”

Silver Wolf steps into the room, drawing closer. “Mind if I join in? I can help you break through the tricky parts.” Her voice is playful, almost challenging. You gesture to the space next to you on the bed, and she sits, pulling her legs up with her usual casual grace. Before long, you’re both working your way through the game together, Silver Wolf seamlessly taking over the controller with an expert touch.

You grin and wink. “Of course. Gotta keep it interesting.”

"Guess I’m not the only one who loves a good challenge," you remark, half amused and half impressed.

She tilts her head and gives you a sidelong glance. “The universe’s a game, after all. Every level’s just another thing to conquer.”

It’s the middle of the night, but you’re wide awake, your thoughts spinning in circles. Unable to fall asleep, you give in to the temptation to fire up the console. You settle in with a game of Animal Crossing, the peaceful music and calming tasks offering a distraction from your wandering mind.

Not even five minutes into the game, you hear soft footsteps approaching your room. Sunday, with his usual composed demeanor, appears at the door, his eyes soft and almost too perceptive.

“Ah, I see you're still awake,” he says, voice gentle, as if he already knows the answer.

You glance up with a half-smile, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, sleep just isn’t happening for me right now. So, I’m playing Animal Crossing. You know, trying to escape reality.”

Sunday takes a step into the room, his wings fluttering slightly in the confined space. “I see. The quiet, peaceful life... a comforting choice, I suppose.”

“Yeah, exactly. Just... planting some flowers, fishing, and, you know, living the island life,” you reply with a playful shrug, turning the controller over to him. “Wanna join? I could use some help decorating my island.”

He smiles softly, sitting down next to you, his long fingers lightly brushing over the controller. “I’ve always found solace in simpler things. Perhaps I could add a few items that reflect... balance and peace?”

You can’t help but smile at his offer, his tone inviting yet carrying a sense of profound calm. The two of you settle into a comfortable silence, designing your island as Sunday occasionally offers thoughtful commentary on your choices.

“I suppose sometimes, escaping into a world like this isn’t such a bad thing after all,” he says quietly, his voice tinged with a note of introspection. “Though it’s also important to return to reality when the time comes.”

Stelle’s soft footsteps creaked across the floor as she entered your room, having heard a faint hum of your game from down the hall. The door was slightly ajar, and she peeked inside, only to find you engrossed in Nier: Automata, your focused eyes on the screen as you slashed through enemies.

She leaned casually against the doorframe, arms folded. “Yo, you up this late?” Her tone was cool, but there was a playful undertone to it.

You glanced up, surprised by her sudden appearance. “Yeah, you know how it is. Can’t sleep. Figured I’d get some gaming in instead. You ever play this one? Nier is wild.”

Stelle raised an eyebrow, stepping into the room with that signature coolness of hers. “Nah, never really got into it. But, I respect the grind.” She glanced at the screen as a new wave of enemies approached. “You’re pretty good at this.”

You shrug, tossing her the controller with a grin. “You think so? You should give it a go, though I gotta warn you, it’s not for the faint of heart. It’s intense.”

Stelle smirked and took the controller, her fingers effortlessly gliding over the buttons. “It’s whatever. As long as I don’t have to fight any of those weird robots with human heads. That stuff is freaky.”

You laugh at her response, completely at ease with her presence. “Yeah, that part’s... definitely out there. But hey, what else would you expect from a game like this?”

As she played, her usual stoic expression softened into one of amusement. “Okay, I kinda see the appeal now. It’s not just about the battles... it’s about the whole vibe. Like, the way the world feels. Kinda deep, y’know?”

“Exactly!” You reply, your excitement matching hers. “It’s all about questioning what it means to exist. Kind of hits you right here,” you say, pointing to your chest.

Stelle smirks, handing you back the controller after a few moments. “You’re deep, I’ll give you that. Maybe I’ll stick around for a bit. Just don’t expect me to lose to you.”

With a shared look, you both fall into the rhythm of the game, tackling it together in the quiet hours of the night.

[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

[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

[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.

[nogenderbee]

StarRail Stallaron Hunters Masterlist

ღ fluff | ☆ platonic | ☪ angst | ♤ one-shot | ✄ headcanons | ♘ talks | ✉ ordered | ♬ favorite

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To be added...

To be added...

Them with reader who's interested in their past ღ ✄ ✉

Them with teen!Collei-alike!reader ☆ ✄ ✉

Them with teen!Fischl-alike!reader ☆ ✄ ✉

Them with teen!Nene-alike!reader ☆ ✄ ✉

Them with a reader who summons cute monsters to fight ღ ✄ ✉

Them with Mafuyu-like!teen!reader ☆ ✄ ✉

Them with Lynette-like!teen!reader ☆ ✄ ✉

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[toruskiii]

Group chats texts with them!!!

Genre: Fluff, crack Characters: Multiple x gn!reader (platonic, but you can view it as romantic if you want...somehow) Warnings: mild cussing, may be ooc [masterlist] [about me]

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ────♡

Dan Heng, March 7th, Caelus, Stelle

Blade, Kafka, Silver Wolf, Firefly

Jiaoqiu, Feixiao, Moze

Boothill, Argenti

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ────♡

[tragedy-of-commons]

I BELIEVE IN SILVER WOLF SUPREMACY.

Thinking about Modern AU Big Sis Silver Wolf. In my head, it first made a lot more sense for her to be the youngest, with her being so spirited and juvenile, loving all of the new Youngster Tech™, etc. But imagining her with a little sibling is way funnier. Trying to adjust to suddenly not being the sole recipient of attention in this unconventional, patchwork family.

She says she doesn’t care. She “doesn’t care” that you’re suddenly being taken out on shopping trips with Kafka, or on sprawling, aimless car rides with Blade. Silver Wolf “could not give a fuck” about Firefly making kandi bracelets with you or showing you their myriad of vacation photos. Maybe she’ll observe quietly or insert herself here and there, but it’s totally not her style to be upset. Indifference is the coolest thing in the world, and she must die on that hill, handheld console of choice at her aid.

…but maybe you aren’t so bad.

It’s nice having someone younger around. No functioning adults with jobs to bug her about chores and college plans—someone she can teach. By the time she warms up to you, she’s cajoled a controller into your unsure hands, and she’s teaching you how to play Mario Kart and Smash. The basics will serve you well in this world! And you can be funny, too. She’ll get you to speak for her while she’s playing COD or something so it sounds like a little kid is absolutely destroying these grown ass men. 

You pick up some of her mannerisms and habits, which perhaps fuels her ego a little too much. You’re gonna develop cavities soon from chewing as much bubblegum as Silver Wolf does, but hey, siblings are supposed to be endless fun! If anyone bullies you (especially online), she has their IP addresses and real names within two minutes—and she’s not afraid to enact revenge. You being mistreated also reflects on her, y’know?

Or so she says. Silver Wolf supposedly “doesn’t care” about you, but everyone knows the truth: you joining this family is probably the best thing that’s ever happened to her. Besides that triple 5* pull, of course.

[kiame-sama]

Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 22

(Sebek's fur is sticky and somewhat uncomfortable to touch for very long. This is because- though it looks like fur- it is actually very thin and fine crocodilian scales that shed like fur. His 'fur' feels like twine mixed with sherpa. He does shed a LOT but he is double-coated and quickly becomes compacted. He needs to be brushed at least twice a week to keep it looking good. Lilia or Silver usually brush him, but he cries in joy when Malleus brushes him.)

Warnings; Yandere, multiple yanderes, platonic intentioned yanderes, romantic intentioned yanderes, yandere vs yandere, yandere teams, social media team vs guard team vs outsiders team, Lions can't purr but magic lions can purr, loose yandere alliances, social grooming behavior, foreshadowing for those text analysis savvy folks, cooking, a new group of yanderes have entered the chat, Grim is a little brat to everyone except his Human, Hellcat, Gnoll, Werewolf, Nemean Lion, mention of Dragon, Raiju, Cervitaur, and Vampire Bat, Harpies galore, Water Nymph, Drider, Merman, Bakeneko,

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Grim purred sleepily as he lay across your shoulder, watching you cook away and marveling at the warm smells of food. Like the many times you had cooked prior, you knew there would be many following their noses to the kitchen area of the dorm and you figured Ruggie was busy keeping guard. If there was one thing that was certain no matter where you were, it was the fact that Ruggie would be nearby any time you were making food.

Though a few days had passed, you had finally felt like you were getting accustomed to the behavior of the dorm and their enigma of a Dormleader. The entire dorm acted like one big pride of lions despite being made up of many different species. It was likely due to the fact that Leona was the leader of their group, so they adhered to the social customs of their leader. Luckily for you, it was part of the Lion's social customs that females and Cubs- as he seemed to affectionately call Grim- were regarded to be a rank above most males of the group.

At first you had felt a certain animosity from the group, now it felt like you were some kind of precious pet put on a pedestal to be admired but never touched. No, the only three who were allowed near you or Grim were the three assigned to guard you. Leona was a particularly strong enforcer of this expectation and even ran off several of his own dorm members for getting too curious about you or the kit.

You felt a bit more at peace with Jack, but there was still a strong stress that ate away at your comfort any time the Wolf was nearby. Sometimes you could stand to be almost brushing against his fur with how close you let him get, other times you startled when you saw him enter a room. Jack was quite patient despite your mixture of warm and cold attitudes towards him and always seemed to take it in stride. At least his presence seemed to somewhat be helping you come to terms with what had happened.

Ruggie was thrilled to be at your side any time he had the chance, especially whenever you were cooking something. For your morning and evening meals, Ruggie had always been a constant and had even become part of your schedule. Honestly, it would have felt wrong to be at any other dorm because then Ruggie wouldn't be able to whine and cackle for food at meal times.

Beyond the two, the Lion King himself had been quite the persistent presence in spite of his usual refusal to attend classes. He didn't try to keep you from classes again following the rough reprimand from the lovely Selkie, but he did start showing up to any of his classes that overlapped with your own. Leona had been akin to a frightening beast that stood just behind you, making most run away before they even worked up the courage to approach you.

Apparently it had been a good call to stay in the dorm of the Lion, as Ramshackle had more than a few unwelcome visitors in the time you had been away. Idia ensured to tell you about every poacher or thief that tried to get in- always angrily chastising the 'failing protection ward' around the school- and how they were subsequently given a rather shocking reminder that you were not an easy prize to obtain. Hearing about it really didn't offer you much comfort, but it seemed to give Idia some pride to know these interlopers were repelled by his inventions.

You had not seen hide nor hair of Malleus yet you always felt like you could hear the faint sound of thunder in the distance. Even when you thought you were alone, it was as if somewhere in the back of your mind you felt like you were being watched. Silver had checked in many times in the past few days and never seemed convinced when you told him you were alright. Lilia also seemed to seek you out between classes and was far clingier than he had been before.

"Hey, Mama?"

"Yes, Sweetheart?"

"I like it here and all... But I miss home."

You paused at the almost sad tone Grim had as he looked up at you with those large blue eyes of his. He had seemed to be getting along with everyone in the dorm- or they all at least tolerated the kit- but his words concerned you.

"Do you miss Ramshackle or are the students here not being nice to you?"

"Lion-a-guy makes sure they're all nice to me, but I still wanna go home. The beds here aren't all big and soft like the nest. Lion-a-guy is warm, but he isn't like cuddling Antlers or Bat-wings. I kinda even miss Loud-Dog."

You almost snorted at the names the kit had given the other Hoard members, knowing he wasn't the best at remembering names. That or he truly didn't care enough to learn their names. Either way, the kit's casual naming of the group was rather adorable and straightforward.

"Even Sebek? Seems like you're feeling homesick."

"Home-sick?"

"It's where the newness of somewhere wears off and you get tired of being somewhere other than home. You want to go back home enough that it feels like a chore to be anywhere else."

"Yeah! Like that! I miss Tsuno too. He always made sure you were safe. I guess Lion-a-guy does that now, but Tsuno does it better. Even Flames, Sad-Guy, and Fire-ball aren't too bad."

It took a moment to figure out who the last three were, but once you recalled Papa Hades and the Ignihyde dorm leaders, it wasn't too hard to figure out who was who. Naturally, you held Grim's opinions on the others in high regard and it was nice to get a gauge on his views of them.

"What do you think about Ruggie and Jack?"

"Chuckles is funny! He always looks so silly with his tummy up in the air after he eats, but I don't like that he wakes us all up for that dumb training. ... I don't know about Fluffy-tail. I don't think I like the wolves, Mama."

"Yeah. I'm trying to relax around Jack too. You have to remember, he isn't like those other Wolves. He hasn't chased us or tried to hurt us, but I get it. It's hard to just forget what happened, especially so soon after."

Grim frowned at this, his ears drooping down and he rest his chin on your shoulder. It had occurred to you shortly after your injury that Grim was not going to be okay and would need help to handle what happened. Here was this little kit who had been trying to survive alone for his entire early life. He only recently has learned the comforts of a home, a consistently full stomach, and protection. Naturally he would be deeply rattled by anything that threatened the comforts of his home. You were one of those comforts.

"Grim, Honey, I think we need to have a talk with everyone about that day."

"But... it hurts."

"I know. But it also hurts me to know you saw everything that happened. I wasn't even awake for what happened when Tsuno found us. These kinds of things... They hurt. They hurt a lot to talk about, but it helps the hurt feel less painful when we face it. But if we don't talk about them, they become like injuries that are infected and hurt even more."

"I don't like thinking about it..."

"I don't either, but if we never address what hurts or why it hurts, we can never really heal from that injury."

Grim looked from you, to the stubby and ripped up wings on his back. The torn limbs stretched somewhat before he pulled them tight against his side.

"Like my wings?"

"Sort of. Your wings were hurt beyond what your body can fix. Papa Hades said he could possibly fix your wings, so it will take outside help to heal them. It might take outside help to heal the hurt, but we need to talk about it first to see what it is we need to heal."

Grim nodded, gently pressing his forehead into your chin as he began to purr again. You were quick to reciprocate that affection to the little kit that snuggled closer to your neck. A thought briefly crossed your mind as to what you would do if Grim couldn't go with you to your true home and your heart hurt at the thought of leaving the small kit behind. If it truly came down to it, you didn't know if it was worth abandoning the kit to go back to your true home.

"How about we finish up breakfast and then we can see about chatting with the others, okay?"

"Okay, Mama!"

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You looked out at the group of Savanaclaw students practicing for the Spell Drive. You still struggled to grasp the rules of this seemingly odd game, but Leona only seemed invigorated by your presence. Apparently the seven chosen to play- Ruggie, Leona, and Jack included- had been benefitting greatly from the meals you cooked them. Even the four students you didn't know well seemed to be energized and strengthened by the meals you created.

Every time Leona scored or managed to block the unfortunate students selected for the opposite team, he would turn to you with a cocky grin. It almost seemed like Leona was showing off just for your sake. Truthfully, it bothered him more than he would admit to see you weren't looking up the many times he had glanced at you.

You were busy texting several of the staff members to run your idea by them, hoping they could provide more insight into the situation. Divus was of the mind that you and Grim both needed to share what happened to help yourselves move past it, but he insisted it was a staff only matter. Trein was of the mind that the Housewardens and the Vice-Housewardens should be included in these talks as they would have to be the ones to help comfort you on particularly bad days.

"You gonna look at your phone all morning, Mousey?"

A low growl rumbled from beside you and you almost jumped, not noticing the Lion's approach before he was standing right next to you. Your obvious lack of awareness displeased the proud Lion, as he was of the belief that you should be watching the team soundly beat the competition. Still, he was willing to let you explain your actions before growling out his frustrations.

"I'm talking to the staff, Leona."

"About what?"

"About what happened that day."

This made Leona's ears angle back, displeased by his own memories. He had seen blood plenty of times before and had been on the hunting side prior. Still, seeing your life fading away so quickly and how vivid the blood looked after your attack, it was not a pleasant memory for the Lion.

"... What about it?"

"Grim and I... We aren't okay. Sure, my leg has healed quickly thanks to Professor Divus, but I don't think either of us are still actually okay with what happened. Hell, I don't even like thinking of it, most days. Jack has been a great help, but I just... It's hard to not see and hear those Wolves when he is around. I still don't think it's fair to him to have to do all of this, but I do think Grim and I need more than just exposure therapy."

Leona sighed, sitting next to you as you pet the torn up ears of the Hellcat. He knew you weren't completely comfortable and he had seen the negative reaction your Cub had to any mention of what happened that day. Even now, the little Cub was shaking and pressing close to your stomach, curled up tightly in your lap.

"Your physical wounds have healed, but the mental wounds still exist."

"Yes... It feels like I'm always being hunted... Watched... I feel so worried about things, even when I know I'm safe."

Leona stayed silent for a moment before you felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you and Grim onto his lap where he held the both of you gently in his arms. It was an oddly comforting feeling to have the Lion cuddle you in such a way. Sure, he had been much more snuggly in the past few days since you entered his dorm, but this somehow felt different.

A deep almost growling purr came from the Lion as he held you and Grim securely in his arms, comforting you and attempting to soothe you. As you relaxed in his arms, the large Lion nuzzled your cheek and hummed. Soon you felt a warm, rough, and semi-wet muscle slowly drag across your cheek as you realized the Lion was trying to groom you. Much like Lilia, Leona kept the grooming gentle and did not attempt to hold you closer, so you could escape if you wanted.

Something about the act was incredibly soothing despite how you had once reacted to Lilia's grooming attempts with incredulity. Maybe you were just getting used to the way the beastly men showed affection and camaraderie. Perhaps you just wanted comfort and recognized that this was how the monster men showed and gave that comfort.

Ignoring your phone, which has begun to buzz almost angrily, you lifted a hand to pet the Lion. Lilia said grooming was a way to show you were thankful, so why not pet the Lion that was trying rather hard to soothe you. As your hand rest on his fluffy ears, the purring only got louder and the Lion tilted his head into your touch.

Leona was much softer than you had expected him to be, his golden and dark ashen tresses flowing between your fingers. His ears were almost soft like kitten fur with just a touch of roughness to them that made the texture feel unique under your hand. Even Grim seemed content as the Lion rest a large hand atop the kit's head, petting him gently.

It was the loud and now incessant buzzing of your phone that drew you out of the petting feedback loop you had begun. On the screen was Crowley's number ringing angrily and buzzing with now several missed calls.

"Yes-?"

"Oh thank goodness! My little chick, you shouldn't worry me like that! I was calling to tell you about the increased security I managed to secure for the Spelldrive. How about you and your guards come up to my office so we can talk about it?"

"But, they're busy practicing-"

"Good! See you in a bit!"

You sighed at the brisk way your complaints were pushed aside. Leona was frowning deeply and his tail flicked with annoyance as you lowered the phone. No doubt the Lion had heard and understood the words of the Headmage, setting you back down on the bench and off of his lap as he stood.

"Alright, you lot! Enough for this morning. The Crow wants to talk with the Human, so that means Jack and Ruggie better have their asses showered and ready to go in five minutes."

Both Ruggie and Jack raced away to the showers, not wanting to displease the leader of their pride. The others actually seemed crestfallen at being told to hold off their practice. It was a far cry different from that first morning where it seemed like the other students were dragging their feet. Maybe the meals you made them really did help to energize them in some way.

"Aren't you going to shower too, Lion-a-guy?"

"Eventually, and you know my name is Leona."

"... Stinky Lion-a-guy."

"Hey-!"

~•§•~

You walked behind Grim who happily led your group forward to the Headmage's office, his tail waving as he pranced ahead. Leona walked with you, glancing outside at the storm that seemed to have been raging for several days. You wondered if it was possibly Malleus but there was no way he could keep a storm going for days on end like this, right?

"We're here!"

Grim called out, using his little paws to somewhat shove the doors. Despite how much he tried to push both doors open, they barely moved for the kit. Instead, you gave them a subtle push to help the kit and he smiled excitedly at you as they swung open, allowing you all entry.

"I did it!"

He cheered and leaped up into your waiting arms, purring and completely convinced he had managed to push the large doors open for the group.

"Yes, you did. Good job."

Grim purred as you entered the office, seeing there were already several others waiting along with Crowley. You easily recognized Vil, Rook, Divus, and- surprisingly- Cater. It was the others you didn't really recognize.

Standing with the Owl Harpy who you recognized as the head of Royal Sword Academy were three others students. Che'nya was among them with an ever relaxed and lazy grin on his face, his pronged tail waving behind him to match the relaxed appearance. There was a Harpy boy with black hair, ruffled up and mixed with gentle gray feathers, his wings reminding you of a mourning dove's patterning. The third was what seemed to be a merman with deep maroon hair and bright blue eyes. His scales held a gentle green tone to them and he somewhat reminded you of Cater despite the purple clam-shells that decorated his crisp white uniform.

"There you are, my precious baby bird," Crowley was first to step forward, ushering you away from Leona who just glared at the Harpy as he dragged you closer to the desk and further from the group, "I would like to introduce you to a few of the Royal Sword Academy students! Ambrose has kindly offered to have his students aid in your protection for the upcoming Spelldrive Tournament, since it will only be Night Raven students playing this time round. Though there will be many RSA students keeping watch, these three have been selected specifically as your guards for the day of the Spelldrive-"

"Wait," Leona suddenly spoke up angrily, "hell no! Savanaclaw are the ones selected to guard her this week! Not these pompous-"

"You will be participating in the Spelldrive as will Ruggie and Jack. None of you will be able to keep an eye on my precious little bird while you are playing, Leona."

This made Leona growl, crossing his arms but refusing to argue as the Crow was correct. He knew he wouldn't be able to do both at once, but he was still angry about it regardless.

"My dear (Y/n), this is Neige Le'Blanche, Erikír Helmsman, and Artemiyevich Pinker. They will be keeping an eye on you during the Spelldrive and ensuring no poachers try their luck."

Che'nya's ears went back at the last name listed and you figured that was his actual name instead of the one he commonly went by. Despite how unhappy the feline seemed about the naming mishap, he seemed genuinely happy to see you as he easily walked forward.

"Well, hey! Only been a few weeks since I last saw ya but even still, good to see your axe wound healed. How's Mr. Up-tight-Rule-Monger?"

"Riddle's good. Still mad at himself, but he probably will be for a while."

Crowley didn't seem overly pleased at the familiarity from Che'nya but he didn't stop the feline from wrapping an arm around you. Grim didn't even seem that angry and you wondered if it was because he recognized Che'nya from Riddle's Overblot.

Upon seeing Che'nya behave in such a familiar way, it encouraged the two other students to approach. You heard the faint sound of a bird-hiss from Vil as the other smaller Harpy approached you with his wing-tips slightly dragging on the floor behind him. The Harpy seemed rather sweet as he looked at you with large brown doe-eyes and a gentle smile.

"Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you! I'm Neige Le'Blanche, but you can just call me Neige."

"Hi, Neige. Nice to meet you."

Before the third man could approach, Vil cut in with a deep tone and clear disdain for the Royal Sword Academy students standing before him. His multi-colored wing blocked you from shaking hands with Neige, the proud Harpy glaring with his crest raised and his eyes narrowed.

"That's enough of that. How nice they agreed to help, but (Y/n) is a Night Raven College student and these boys should remember that."

"Vil," you scolded gently, the Harpy frowning petulantly as he turned to plead with his eyes, "don't be so uncouth with them. It's only fair I get to know them too if they are going to be helping me out. No need to brush them off like they are nothing."

You could see as the feathers on the neck of the Harpy ruffled an extreme amount, huffing and crossing his arms in frustration. Begrudgingly, he moved his multi-colored wing so the final student, Erikír, could walk up to you. The man had a smooth jawline and his green scales complimented his dark red hair, only seeming to add to his purple clam-shell decorations. He was quick to drop to one knee, kissing the back of your hand and almost seemed to relish the feel of your skin against his scales.

"A pleasure to meet you, beautiful (Y/n), truly a pleasure. You are even more breathtaking in person than Che'nya could possibly describe. Prince Erikír Helmsman of the Coral Sea, at your esteemed service."

"The pleasure's all mine, Prince Erikír."

"Please, just Erikír will do. Or Erik, if you would like."

Grim growled softly at the Merman who seemed to heed the warning of the little Hellcat, backing off to give you both space. As you tried to familiarize yourself with the group standing before you, Rook was the next to interject.

"We are all here now, allons-nous?"

"What?"

"Right, I assumed our esteemed Headmage didn't tell you. We're going to be starting those social media pages today, so we need to get outfits and pictures properly taken. With such a popular and famed cast, we can surely get several photos taken that will shed a favorable light on you, my lovely Mademoiselle Trickster."

Vil then spoke again, picking you up far too easily and setting you on the large Drider's back despite your surprise. It seemed like even Cater was displeased with the RSA students even though Rook spoke highly of those present. You got the strong sense that there was going to be friction between the students of the two schools, but hoped they would be able to keep it mostly to a minimum.

"Now, let us away to somewhere with better lighting and start this photoshoot!"

You nodded, allowing Rook to carry you. Behind you, Leona and Vil locked eyes, nodding in silent agreement. Those RSA students would not get the chance to get their filthy overly kind hands on you if the two Housewardens had anything to say about it. A loose alliance forming between the now irritated Dormleaders against these insufferable Royal Sword Academy students.

[lair-of-platonic-yanderes]

Platonic! Yandere! Blade x Child! GN! Reader Short

A follow-up to Platonic Yandere Alphabet

Warnings: OOC. English is my second language. Platonic Yandere.

Just fluff.

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It's been four months since you met him. Three months since he "takes you in".

You two were traveling together. Well, he was traveling. You were dragged around by him.

At first, you tried to fight back. You wanted to yell. You wanted to cry. You wanted to escape.

When you yell, he pets your head.

When you cry, he lets you hit his back.

When you tried to escape, he would return you, simply asking not to do it again.

He never yelled, he never hit, and he never punished.

Blade, as you quickly learn, was a wanted criminal. Dangerous man who was taking care of you.

Your determination was crumbling. You didn't know how to feel about Blade.

You were tired. The sun settled down two hours ago, and you two haven't put up a camp yet. You were on a planet you didn't know the name of, walking on the mountain road to reach the summit of that dumb mountain. And before that, Blade left you in some cave, telling you to stay there, while he was doing Aeons knew what somewhere else.

You followed after Blade, trying not to complain. He rarely reacted to them anyway.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. He turned towards you. His red eyes stare into your soul.

"You are tired."

Not a question. A statement.

"I guess."

There was no purpose in hiding it, but you liked to be a bit of a brat towards Blade.

Blade approached you, picking you up. You, who had a backpack on your back. He picked you up, like you weighed nothing.

Blade continue walking forward.

Soon, you finally get to the summit.

Blade put you down and started setting up the camp.

You tried to start a conversation, but he ignored you or asked you to wait some more.

When camp was settled, Blade started looking at the starry sky. You finally snapped.

"Did you bring me her to watch at the stars? Can't we find a clearing in the forest and not..."

Blade's hand gripped your shoulder. He pulled you towards him.

Now you were sitting before him, with your back facing him. He pointed at the sky.

"Here. Look."

You looked.

One star fell, leaving a beautiful trail behind it. The second star followed. Then third.

Hundreds of falling stars filled the night sky.

"Meteor shower..."

You whispered, not being able to look away from the sky.

Blade didn't answer. You heard him taking something from his bag.

Soon a full paper bag was put on your lap. With a corner of your eye, you saw that it was full of carnival food, decorated with small stars.

"I thought that you would like to see it. I heard that there will be a meteor shower on that planet. Got that food earlier today when you were in a cave."

You just nodded, mesmerized.

"Thank you..."

Blade just hummed. He moved again. And now his tailcoat was wrapped around you.

You two watched the meteor shower that night. You didn't notice how you fell asleep, curled near Blade's side.

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Sometimes, Silver Wolf asked you how it was traveling with Blade.

You didn't know how to answer her question.

It was difficult.

It was scary.

It was exhausting.

Sometimes, it was funny.

Sometimes, there was something familial.

And sometimes there was mesmerizing beauty.

[yanderehsr]

At this point after reading those Paimon! Reader asks made me curious of what the Stellaron Hunters think of Paimon! Reader? Like considering she appeared with the Trailblazer wouldn't Paimon! Reader have a connection on Elio? Like she was purposely Trailblazer's guide and companion? What do you think Silver Wolf, Kafka and Blade's reaction on Paimon! Reader

Nah, Paimon!reader is not something that is in Elios script, he is really confused about your existence.

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping

Silver Wolf: She doesn't care at first, the only interest she has is Elio's confusion about you. So she decides to spy on you, it's easy enough, you don't even know that she is there, and she just starts staring, at everything you do, all the time, it takes 2 days before she remembers that she hasn't played any games.

To be fair you were just so enjoyable to watch, everything you did made Silver Wolf smile, oh how cute you were and oh how much she would like for you to stay with her instead of the crew, she grows jealous and that jealousy grows until she can't keep herself from taking you away, please keep smiling for her, she needs this.

"How about a game, maybe that can make you smile"

Kafka: Oh she finds you cute, absolutely adorable, she actually saw you at Herta's space station but ignored you back then, she had a mission to complete after all, and you did nothing to catch her interest. Her obsession starts when she tells the crew to go to the Xianzhou Alliance.

You are just way too adorable, your cute tantrums, your voice that is highpitched and childlike. How could Kafka resist stealing you away, who cares if you go against the script, if you're with her then you won't interfere either way.

"Even when you cry you still look cute sweetie"

Blade: His first reaction is to eliminate you. You don't appear in any of Elio's scripts and that makes you a threat, that is until he encounters you, how in the hell are you supposed to be a threat. As soon as you noticed him you fly away.

Blade gets a nickname by you, "Blade freak". Nicknames are signs of affection right? Are you trying to be affectionate. He will kidnap you from the crew, he enjoys it when you throw tantrums, he finds it cute but he will never admit it.

"You don't need that crew so stop crying, it's hurting my ears"

[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.

[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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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.

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