#shiro: ‘wanna know how I got these white hairs?’

[punkeropercyjackson]

which pjo/hoo character would go with a vld character? because of the post of percy being allura I wanted to know what the others would be.

FINALLY GETTING TO THIS,SORRY FOR THE WAIT DANIESTIE!!!!

SO Percy is Allura obviously-Black trans princesses of 'A' kingdoms,blue-coded with white hair,big sister friends,strongest and heart member the team,autistic femmes,love running their mouths and have a backbone of steel

Nico is Keith.Almost nothing else to be said except Og Dead Sea Siblings are platonic Kallura

Bianca is Shiro as pointed out by @parkerpresentz as Nico's older sibling he went on a grand plot altering search for and who raised him and they got that socially akward repressed autistic swag

Leo is Lance.Again,no words needed except Allurance=Leo and Percy

Beckendorf is Hunk because of the big friendly black dudes trope(Hunk's canon afro-samoan)and how unserious he actually is despite trying to act otherwise,plus how closely connected he is to our Lance

Hazel is Pidge because tgirl swag,babies of the team,isolated kid trauma and her general mannerisms are just so Pidge-coded

Luke is Lotor.Colonizer 2 Colonizer communication

Piper is Romelle because of the her and Percy parallels and that indie sapphic vibe

Good job,now i wanna ask @jellyjays to draw this LMFAO

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D O G X X X V I F I N

Nothings been the same since. Not for Shiro.

She’s curled up alone in her dark room. It’s raining outside.

Her door slides open. “Shiro”.

Steps come closer with confidence. A hand whips off the bed covers. “Get up, we have company coming over and this time- I’m not gonna beg.”

Rosalina turns around and touches a pad. Light comes on.

Shiro groans and scrunches her face. “You can’t keep doing this to me. You got to try, okay?”

Shiro’s eyes peel open. There’s only bright light in view, no features. Hurts. She turns over, looks at Rosalina’s blurry figure.

“..but..”

Rosalina shakes her head. “No buts.”

“… I don’t wanna wake up.”

A few tears run down her face.

Instantly, her mama sits at her bedside and pulls her girl into her lap. School years are always the hardest years no matter what centuary.

Rosalina strokes Shiro’s hair, and wipes away her tears. She leans over. “We’re gonna keep trying to make it through.. okay? Please baby, for me?”

Shiro squints her eyes shut and nods with a tight frown. She heaves in and sputters, turning her head into her mom’s lap.

“I don’t want to see him anymore.. stop making me.”

Rosalina shakes her head slowly. She puts her hand away. “Baby. You’re alone here without me. I love you, but you need to understand, that is still Jeremy in there. And unlike you… nobody knows what’s happening to him. He’s alone, just like you. You have me but.. “ she touches her daughter’s head again. Her dark eyes looks up to Rosalina, finally seeing her.

“…I don’t think that boy has ever had anyone besides you.”

Shiro scowls. “That’s not a ‘boy’, it’s a thing.”

Her momma scowls back. “That what those other kids are telling you, eh? That you should hate him?” She leans in. “That he’s a monster? Those same kids that tell you— that you’re not real either?”

Shiro is silent. Her eyes shut and teary again. “Mija.. people’s words have unusual powers to them.. but only we can make them bind us, or set us free.”

She strokes Shiro’s long white silken hair. “We get to choose. Not them. Got it?”

Shiro nods.

“Good. Because it’ll take everything to move forward. That’s what we’re gonna do tonight, all of us.”

“— how can you move forward when people wish that your dead..?”

Rosalina grips her shoulders and looks her straight in the eyes.

“By daring to live anyways. Com’on, let’s get dressed.”

She helps her baby girl up and reminds her to use her legs. There’s plenty of rain outside, and that’s enough in here.

…

Dog’s mind is counting the seconds leading up to this thing. He never agreed to it. He never does. He just shows up.

Hoping that maybe this time, would be different. Yet each time, there’s cold silence. Shiro doesn’t sit across from him, Rosalina does. Shiro doesn’t look at him, but Rosalina does.

Rosalina tries to talk to him, but Shiro stays quiet.

Rosalina obviously cares, but Shiro…

He clenches his fist and his face feels unusual. Something immediately spills out from it, he can’t tell what it is. Clear and bits of black. Black bits recoil back to his feet from the slime and crawl up his body.

He wipes away slime from his eyes, slinging it onto the ground. Disgusting.

His mind flashes back to a crystal clear memory of Jeremy’s. The way he looked at her that day.. when he finally went to school.

He saw exactly each thought she was thinking, and all the thoughts others had too.

She didn’t know him all the sudden. Everything she said, every word, years worth of words— meant nothing.

Absolutely voided. Obsolete. To that look on her face.

He felt something strong this time wrench up in his throat.

Quickly as he could, he stomps to the island sink, and opens his mouth.

A ball of something falls out. More clear liquid. He swallows and it’s seemingly back to normal. Stars of that angry feeling still spark around it though.

His ghost still feels angry about it. How is it suppose to be different this time when he’s no longer the same person. More so— he’s not even sure that this is about how he’s changed.

He wonders, if this is what’s always been inside of Shiro. Shame.

Ashamed, of him in the eyes of others. They never could’ve—

— he eradicates all thoughts and lines of thought sequences have been immediately perished.

His mind is on reboot. He steps ahead, unchanged, unphased, and tries to analyze the most appropriate outfit for the occasion out of a wardrobe of bland clothing.

He chooses black.

…

..

.

Shiro looks in the mirror but avoids her eyes, looking to the dress her mother put her in with a shawl over top. It’s old fashiony and a reminder of how things were in Treas. She sees home in it, and it’s comfortable. But she’s not with her body.

Puberty has been strange. She’s taller, lankier, but feels off. She doesn’t look like a pretty girl to herself. She looks like a mishmash of two things put together. She can’t discern her face just right. Even though she recalls memories of dozens like it. Each have a bit of variantion in the mix, but are ultimately of the same brew.

She pulls her hair up, then let’s it flop down. Shiro doesn’t want to be seen.

And she’s already picturing what’ll happen next. She’ll be forced to sit across from it. And it’s large silhouette will be hard to ignore. She’ll look to her plate and table, probably to the floor. There’s no way she can make eye contact with it.

She hides in her hair, and her shawl acts as a security blanket. She wants to be invisible when he arrives.

Rosalina knocks at the door. “You look beautiful sweety.”

Shiro is hunching over, looking between her hair at her mom. “You’re making it sound weird. Like you’re setting me up for something.”

She walks over and kisses Shiro’s head. “No. That’d be wrong. I just want you two to give each other a second chance. Get to know him again, make a friend with his.. new self.”

She glares off into space. “Make friends with the thing that killed my best friend?” She looks up to her.

Rosalina draws a sigh and hugs her girl. “You know it’s not like that. When are you going to accept that it’s Jeremy, love?”

Shiro looks down. “He doesn’t even go by that name anymore…”

“We don’t know what it’s like. It’s a process.. and it takes time.” She backs up and looks her in the eyes. “Please, do it for me?”

Shiro sighs and shrugs. “Okay.”

There’s a ring from the door front, Rosalina turns away. “Okay! Prepare yourself!”

When her mama walks away, she felt herself scream in her throat and nearly want to piss herself. She is terrified of that thing at the door.

Quickly she runs to the bathroom before she messes up anything. Taking her time there, deeeeep breaths while she relieves and prepares herself.

..

.

Dog stands in an apartment complex’s hallway. One that has a train that goes through the building. It’s neat.

He doesn’t remember when he left, when he put on clothes.. if these aren’t made of Nanons.. and when he arrived. He’s barely lucid for this moment.

But snaps out of it when he sees Rosalina’s face smiling at him. “There you are! Come in, come in.” She guides the man in and leads him to the living room couch. His eyes do a quick scan, plants. Always plants. Antiques for dishwear. Everything else is boxy and minimalistic, like his place. Dull.

He sits down before a black screen flushed against the wall, leaning back. Rosalina offers him some tea, he takes it. His sense of taste has returned but texture isn’t the same. He welcomes the warmth.

“I’m still setting up the dinner table, just wait here.”

He nods with a blank face. Looking back ahead as she leaves him. Seeing once again, the man in the black mirror.

He’ll never get used to it.

…

Shiro is sitting besides the tub and is trying her best to stop stammering with her breathing. She’s trying to control it. This is the ritual she performs every time he visits. But this time… she knows there’s going to be a conversation. This is gonna be, the worst one.

She wishes she could die than attend this.

There’s a knocking at the door. “Shiro honey, you ready?”

“No..”

“It’s time.”

Shiro swallows. This feels like a death sentence.

She gets up and pats her eyes with cold water. Then the door slides open. Her mama takes her hand and leads her to the table. Her eyes stay glued to the floor. She sees in the corner of her eye, his shadow. Sitting there, the back of his head.

She keeps her head down. She sits.

Rosalina goes to the black blur ahead of her. “Jeremy, follow me.”

Shiro feels her breath snapping off. Keeping calm and steady. She sees the blurs coming before her, a large dark one, sits right across from her. It says nothing.

She keeps her eyes down to the plate, to the table.. to the floor. She can’t move.

Rosalina already set the table and serves them both. Dog looks to his food and wonders if he can enjoy it this time around. Then there’s the white blur.. right across from him. His body feels empty on the inside, but he can’t bring himself to look at her. There’s a special kind of pain in being numb.

Rosalina sits besides Shiro. She strokes her daughter’s arm. “Thank you for coming.. I know this is difficult for the both of you. I hope that maybe.. we can start over?”

Something switches in Dog. There’s an automatic answer in a way of compulsion that feels alien to him: “Does she want that, or you?”

Rosalina is frozen in a smile. It hit her cold.

Shiro grips her fingers. “I want my friend back.”

Dog finally looks to her. He sees her puffy eyes and her face hidden in her hair. He sees her scowl and there’s another buzzing of electrical impulses pulsating through his head from the left to the right. He feels his head cock slightly. His voice sounded more vicious this time. “What?”

Shiro swallows. She’s unable to look at him and her chest is tight. She barely breathes.

But she’s gotta be brave.

Her cold fingers take her fork and presses apart some meat, drizzled with glaze.

She takes a bite, making her breath. She closes her eyes as she swallows. “I want Jeremy back.”

There’s something that within Dog crunches down to a final compression, a final crack. Instead of unleashing it here— his mind is switched to his other body.

Reving on, it roars out in anger and thrashes at the forest and the jungle around it. Trees that make this body feel almost like a normal person. It rakes at them, pulls off bark, and roars some more.

Thankfully it’s far enough away to only be a faint echo by the time it reaches the city.

Dog picks up a spoon, trying some of the sweet potatoes. “…didn’t you say he died? He’s not coming back.”

Suddenly something drops from Dog’s face and ruins the plate of food. It’s that slime again. It turns the food into liquid on touch.

Rosalina gets up immediately, “Oh my gosh, hold on-“ she gets a napkin, she almost does it for him, but he takes it instead. “T-“ it comes out wrong- “THaNz-“ he covers his mouth. He swallows it back down and wipes his face.

“You want some water..?”

Dog nods and he slides the plate away.

He wipes his eyes and knows that originally he’d feel guilt, sorrow, but nothing right now. It feels like it’s going all somewhere else. Transferred to his other body. Where he can unapologetically be a monster.

Shiro couldn’t really eat. Not after.. that. He hasn’t done that before. “Are you.. okay?” She slipped.

She can see the hazy red looking at her. She jumps.

“-NHnH-“ he coughs up a bit and catches it in the napkin.

Slowly her eyes start seeing pale hands with black nails. There’s a line of black grain that runs up his opaque skin. She looks up more to his body. It’s not his scrawniness, he’s three times her size. Concealed in black and intimidating. There’s a plain white shirt underneath that black jacket.. but it doesn’t look like it fits right, like he hasn’t figured out clothes yet, still.

Last, his face. A pale ghostly face, with red eyes that seep through the eyelids past them. His lips are pale. His eye brows are similar to Jeremy’s, thick. His face is.. like his but not. It’s grown up. It’s not bad looking to her but not someone she recognizes. It’s like a thing trying to appear human but she knows it just isn’t.

The hideous thing about him are the plugs in the dark patch of his face, where it was once white, which is the rest of him now.

She sees something red underneath.. she sees a bit closer.. she sees teeth.

Shiro screeches and backs up in her seat. Staring at it in more clarity, she can see some of what he really is now underneath.. and it is frightening.

Dog covers his face. More of that slime leaks out between his fingers. It’s the first time Shiro seen a grown man cry. She feels uncomfortable.. this is unnatural.

She breathes fast, then it evens out. Taking it all in.

Dog gets up and heavy steps goes to the bathroom.

Rosalina watches from the island, too frozen in place at where she stands. Holding the water. She looks to Shiro.

Shiro gets up. “Jeremy?”

…….

….

…

.

He sits to the back wall of the open shower and heaves, heaves, and his sight in dissonance.

Going between two beings and a flurry of processes and errors. Most machines crash and stall. But for a thing like him— it’s a complete break down.

Damage in the forest is extensive but weak compared to what it’s capable of. Revving echoing in the winds and it starts to scramble over massive foliage with no control. All of this rage he tries to push all this breakage into his larger form.

In the midsts of dysphoria, numbness and complete storm of all emotions, one sticks out most— fear.

That fear and his predictability analysis calculating the fatality rate of Shiro and Rosalina: HIGH.

Dog shuts down, making his body limp and pupils dilate.

His consciousness is completely within his monster frame and with no fear, goes furthest away from civilzation and unleashes whatever is left inside him during a complete melt down. Pain, disgust, anger, stress— overwhelming panic and inklings of denial but eclipsed by remorse.

The systems inside of Dog’s mainframe compenstate for the overload. There’s new formations, attachments, and energy out puts redirected. There’s a large amount of exhaust released from slats opening across its body and it falls to its knees. Nanon processes extend parts out to the surrounding area, converting materials and establishing a form of repairs to better compensate.

There’s a shaking.

A voice echoes in the distance.

His eyes look up.

He sees Shiro’s face.

“Jeremy?! Hey!”

There’s a slight, hard, pat to his cheek and she quickly backs up.

His pupils constricted and he stares at her. He isn’t ready for this. Neither is she.

Shiro is still. She holds her breath. Slowly, she reaches her hand out to him. To the uncanny being sitting there in the shower.

His eyes don’t move. The red in them hurts her eyes from their blinding stare. Slowly, his hand touches her. His skin is cool. When he takes it, it feels a bit warmer.

There’s still warmth inside.

Dog lifts himself up as Shiro slowly walks backwards to give him some room.

They both stand toes apart from one another. Holding their hand.

Shiro asks- “..are you still.. Jeremy?”

Dog’s face softens. “.. I am and.. I’m not.. I don’t know.”

“Can I.. still call you Jeremy?”

“..”

He closes his eyes. Slowly, he hugs Shiro— leaning down as his size eclipses hers, and tries to be mindful to do so lightly.

“..to you and Rosalina.. I’ll always be Jeremy.”

He feels warm tears run into his shoulders, a wet spot in his soft jacket.

“…but to everyone else? I’m Dog.”

There’s a croak from her. “Why?”

He squeezes his eyes, and there’s fire in his throat, crawling out:

“Because… I am, and I am not, me.”

[demonslayerscript]

Episode 5 : My Own Steel / 第5話『己の鋼(Onoreno Hagane)』

＊Green colored words are only in anime, not in original manga, and we usually call them "ani-ori(anime-original)".

手鬼「その面、目印なんだよ。それをつけているせいでみんな喰われた」

Teoni “Sono men, mejirushi nandayo. Soreo tsukete-iru-seide minna kuwareta.”

Hand Demon “That mask. I can tell by the fox masks. Everyone got eaten just because they were wearing them.”

竈門炭治郎「全集中・水の呼吸！壱ノ型…水面(みなも)斬(ぎ)り!!!」

Kamado Tanjiro “Zen-shuchu, Mizuno Kokyu! Minamo-Giri!!!”

Tanjiro Kamado “Total Concentration! Water Breathing! First Form… Water Surface Splash!”

手鬼「鱗滝…クソ…クソ…クソ～！体が崩れて消えていく…止められない」

Teoni “Urokodaki… Kuso…kuso…kusooo! Karadaga kuzurete kiete-iku… Tomerare-nai.”

Hand Demon “Urokodaki! Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! My body’s crumbling and disappearing. I can’t stop it!”

手鬼「クソッ！最後に見るのが鬼狩りの顔だなんて…どうしてこんなことに…」

Teoni “Kuso! Saigoni miru-noga, oni-garino kaoda nante… Doshite konna kotoni…”

Hand Demon “Dammit! To think that the face of a Demon Hunter will be the last thing I’ll ever see… How did it come to this?”

幼い手鬼「怖いよ…夜に独りぼっちだ。兄ちゃん…どこだい？俺の手を握ってくれよ。いつものように…どうして…どうして俺、兄ちゃんを咬み殺しちゃったんだ…」

Osanai Teoni “Kowaiyo… Yoruni hitori-bocchida. Niichan… Doko dai? Oreno teo nigitte-kureyo. Itsumono yoni… Doshite… Doshite ore, niichan’o kami-koroshi-chattanda…”

Young Hand Demon “I’m so scared. I’m all alone. Brother, where are you? I want you to hold my hand! Like you always do! Why? Why on earth did I bite you to death, Big Brother?”

幼い手鬼「あれ？兄ちゃんって…誰だっけ？」

Osanai Teoni “Are? Niichantte… dare dakke?”

Young Hand Demon “Huh? Wait, who’s this ‘Brother’ person?”

炭治郎（悲しい匂い…）

Tanjiro (Kanashii nioi…)

Tanjiro (What a sad scent.)

炭治郎（神様、どうか…この人が今度生まれてくる時は、鬼になんて、なりませんように）

Tanjiro (Kamisama, doka… kono hitoga kondo umarete kuru-tokiwa, onini nante narimasen-yoni.)

Tanjiro (God… Please… The next time this man is reborn, please make sure he doesn’t turn into a demon.)

幼い手鬼「兄ちゃん！兄ちゃん！兄ちゃん！手ェ握ってくれよ」

Osanai Teoni “Niichan! Niichan! Niichan! Tee nigitte kureyo.”

Young Hand Demon “Brother! Brother! Brother! Hold my hand, will you?”

手鬼の兄「しょうがねぇなあ、いつまでも怖がりで」

Teonino ani “Shoga neenaa, itsumademo kowagaride.”

Hand Demon’s Brother “You’re hopeless, you know? Still such a scaredy-cat.”

炭治郎（錆兎、真菰。そして、殺された他の子供たち。勝ったよ。もう安心していいよ。きっと、約束通り帰るんだろう？魂だけになろうと、狭霧山へ…大好きな鱗滝さんのところへ。死んでいたら、俺の魂も帰った）

Tanjiro (Sabito, Makomo. Soshite, korosareta hokano kodomo-tachi. Kattayo. Mo anshin shite iiyo. Kitto yakusoku-doori kaerun-daro? Tamashii-dakeni naroto, Sagiri-yamae… Dai-sukina Urokodaki-sanno tokoroe. Shinde-itara, oreno tamashiimo kaetta.)

Tanjiro (Sabito, Makomo… and everyone else who were killed… I won. You can rest easy now. I guess you’re going home as promised. Even though you’re just souls, you’re going back to Mt.Sagiri… and to Mr.Urokodaki whom you love very much. If I’d ended up dead, my soul would’ve returned there, too.)

ーーーーー

炭治郎「聞きたいことがある。鬼になった人を元に戻すには、どうしたらいいんだ？」

Tanjiro “Kikitai kotoga aru. Onini natta hito’o motoni modosu-niwa, doshitara iinda?”

Tanjiro “There’s something I wanna ask you! How do I turn someone who’s become a demon back into a human?”

炭治郎（教えてくれ。禰豆子を…人間に戻す方法は！）

Tanjiro (Oshiete kure. Nezuko’o… ningenni modosu hohowa!)

Tanjiro (Please tell me! How can I turn Nezuko…back into a human?)

炭治郎「…ハッ。藤の花…ハア…切り抜けた」

Tanjiro “…Ha. Fujino hana… Haa… Kiri-nuketa.”

Tanjiro “Wisteria? I made it.”

ーーーーー

炭治郎（たった四人？二十人くらいいたのに…。あの人もいない…。あの時、俺が気絶なんてしたから…助けられなかった）

Tanjiro (Tatta yo-nin? Niju-nin kurai ita-noni… Ano hitomo inai… Anotoki, orega kizetsu-nante shita-kara… tasuke-rare-nakatta.)

Tanjiro (Only four of us? But there were at least twenty. I don’t see that guy here, either. It’s all because I blacked out at that moment. I couldn’t save him.)

我妻善逸「死ぬわ…死ぬ死ぬ…ここで生き残っても結局死ぬわ、俺」

Agatsuma Zen’itsu “Shinuwa… Shinu, shinu… Kokode iki-nokottemo kekkyoku shinuwa, ore.”

Zenitsu Agatsuma “I’m gonna die. I’m a goner. Even if I survive now, I’m gonna die in the end anyway.”

白髪・黒髪「おかえりなさいませ」

Shiro-kami, Kuro-kami “Okaeri nasai mase.”

White hair & Black hair “Welcome back.”

白髪「おめでとうございます」

Shiro-kami “Omedeto gozaimasu.”

White hair “Congratulations.”

黒髪「ご無事で何よりです」

Kuro-kami “Gobujide nani-yori desu.”

Black hair “We’re pleased to see that you’re safe.”

不死川玄弥「で？俺はこれからどうすりゃいい？刀は？」

Shinazugawa Gen’ya “De? Orewa kore-kara do surya ii? Katanawa?”

Genya Shinazugawa “So? What am I supposed to do now? Where’s my sword?”

白髪「まずは隊服を支給させていただきます。体の寸法を測り、そのあとは階級を刻ませていただきます」

Shiro-kami “Mazuwa taifukuo shikyu sasete itadakimasu. Karadano sunpo’o hakari, sono atowa kaikyuo kizamasete itadakimasu.”

White hair “First, we shall issue you all uniforms. We will take your measurements, after which your rank will be engraved.”

黒髪「階級は、十段階ございます」

Kuro-kami “Kaikyuwa, ju-dankai gozaimasu.”

Black hair “There are ten ranks in all…”

白髪「甲(きのえ)」

Shiro-kami “Kinoe.”

White hair “Kinoe.”

黒髪「乙(きのと)」

Kuro-kami “Kinoto.”

Black hair “Kinoto.”

白髪「丙(ひのえ)」

Shiro-kami “Hinoe.”

White hair “Hinoe.”

黒髪「丁(ひのと)」

Kuro-kami “Hinoto.”

Black hair “Hinoto.”

白髪「戊(つちのえ)」

Shiro-kami “Tsuchinoe.”

White hair “Tsuchinoe.”

黒髪「己(つちのと)」

Kuro-kami “Tsuchinoto.”

Black hair “Tsuchinoto.”

白髪「庚(かのえ)」

Shiro-kami “Kanoe.”

White hair “Kanoe.”

黒髪「辛(かのと)」

Kuro-kami “Kanoto.”

Black hair “Kanoto.”

白髪「壬(みずのえ)」

Shiro-kami “Mizunoe.”

White hair “Mizunoe.”

黒髪「癸(みずのと)」

Kuro-kami “Mizunoto.”

Black hair “Mizunoto.”

白髪「今現在、皆さまは一番下の癸でございます」

Shiro-kami “Ima genzai, mina-samawa ichiban shitano Mizunoto de gozaimasu.”

White hair “Currently, you are at the lowest rank, Muzunoto.”

玄弥「刀は？」

Gen’ya “Katanawa?”

Genya “And our swords?”

白髪「本日、刀を作る鋼、玉鋼を選んで頂きますが、刀が出来上がるまで十日から十五日かかります」

Shiro-kami “Honjitsu, katanao tsukuru hagane, tama-haganeo erande itadaki-masuga, katanaga deki-agaru-made tooka-kara ju-go-nichi kakari-masu.”

White hair “Today, we will let you choose the ore for your swords. However, the swords will take ten to fifteen days to complete.”

玄弥「ハァ…んだよ」

Gen’ya “Haa…Ndayo.”

Genya “Are you kidding me?”

白髪「その前に」

Shiro-kami “Sono maeni.”

White hair “But first…”

黒髪「今から皆さまに鎹(かすがい)鴉(からす)をつけさせていただきます」

Kuro-kami “Ima-kara mina-samani Kasugai-Garasuo tsuke-sasete itadaki-masu.”

Black hair “We will now assign each of you your own Kasugai Crow.”

炭治郎「カスガイ…ガラス？」

Tanjiro “Kasugai…Garasu?”

Tanjiro “Kasugai Crow?”

白髪「鎹鴉は主に連絡用の鴉でございます」

Shiro-kami “Kasugai-Garasuwa omoni renraku-yono karasude gozai-masu.”

White hair “These Kasugai Crows can be used primarily for communication.”

善逸「鴉？これ、雀じゃね？」

Zen’itsu “Karasu? Kore, suzumejane?”

Zenitsu “Did you say ‘crow’? Isn’t this a sparrow, though?”

玄弥「ふざけんじゃねえ！」

Gen’ya “Fuzakenja nee!”

Genya “Don’t give me that crap!”

玄弥「どうでもいいんだよ！鴉なんて！」

Gen’ya “Dodemo iindayo! Karasu nante!”

Genya “Who the hell cares about some stupid crow?”

玄弥「刀だよ、刀!!今すぐ刀よこせ!!鬼殺隊の刀…色変わりの刀!!」

Gen’ya “Katana dayo, katana!! Ima sugu katana yokose!! Kisatsu-taino katana… Iro-gawarino katana!!”

Genya “I want a sword, you hear? Gimme one right now! The Demon Slayers’ sword! The Color Changing Sword!”

炭治郎「この子から手を離せ!!離さないなら、折る!!」

Tanjiro “Kono ko kara teo hanase!! Hanasa-nai-nara, oru!!”

Tanjiro “Take your hand off her! Or else I’ll break your arm!”

玄弥「ああ？なんだテメェは」

Gen’ya “Aa? Nanda temeewa.”

Genya “Who the hell are you?”

善逸「ええっ！どど…どうしよう?!」

Zen’itsu “Ee! Dodo…Doshiyo?!”

Zenitsu “Wh-Wh-Wh-What should I do?”

玄弥「やってみろよ!!」

Gen’ya “Yatte-miroyo!!”

Genya “Let’s see you try it!”

黒髪「お話は済みましたか？」

Kuro-kami “Ohanashiwa sumi-mashitaka?”

Black hair “Are you finished chatting?”

黒髪「では、こちらから玉鋼を選んでくださいませ」

Kuro-kami “Dewa, kochira-kara tama-haganeo erande kudasai-mase.”

Black hair “Now then, please select an ore.”

黒髪「鬼を滅殺し、己の身を守る刀の鋼は、御自身で選ぶのです」

Kuro-kami “Onio messatsushi, onoreno mio mamoru katanano haganewa, gojishinde erabuno-desu.”

Black hair “The steel for the sword… that will annihilate demons and protect you… will be of your own choosing.”

善逸「多分すぐ死にますよ、俺は…」

Zen’itsu “Tabun sugu shini-masuyo, orewa…”

Zenitsu “Well, not that I’m going to live very long. Probably.”

炭治郎（選べと言われても…どう選べばいいんだろう？玉鋼なんて初めて見るし、見た目には全然判断つかないや）

Tanjiro (Erabeto iwaretemo… Do erabeba iindaro? Tama-hagane nante hajimete mirushi, mitame-niwa zen-zen handan tsukanaiya.)

Tanjiro (They’re asking us to choose, but how are we supposed to pick one out? I’ve never seen an ore before, and I can’t tell the difference anyway.)

玄弥「全然分かんねえ…」

Gen’ya “Zen-zen wakannee…”

Genya “I have absolutely no clue.”

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産屋敷耀哉(うぶやしきかがや)「そうか…五人も生き残ったのかい。優秀だね。また私の子供たちが増えた。どんな剣士になるのかな」

Ubuyashiki Kagaya “Soka… Go-ninmo iki-nokottano-kai. Yushu dane. Mata watashino kodomo-tachiga fueta. Donna kenshini naruno-kana.”

Kagaya Ubuyashiki “I see. As many as five of them managed to survive, huh? Excellent. The number of my children has increased again. I wonder what kinds of swordsmen they’ll become.”

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炭治郎（甘かったな…。どの鬼も、まともに会話できる状態じゃなかった。問答無用で殺そうとしてくるし。ごめんな、禰豆子。鬼が人間に戻る方法…ちゃんと聞けなかった）

Tanjiro (Amakattana… Dono onimo, matomoni kaiwa dekiru jotaija nakatta. Mondo-muyode korosoto shite-kurushi. Gomenna, Nezuko. Oniga ningenni modoru hoho… Chanto kike-nakatta.)

Tanjiro (I was so naïve. I couldn’t even have a talk with a demon. All they did was attack me and try to kill me right away. Sorry, Nezuko. I never got to ask them… how to turn a demon back into a human.)

炭治郎（支給服すら重い。一刻も早く帰りたいのに、体中痛くて…）

Tanjiro (Shikyu-fuku-sura omoi. Ikkokumo hayaku kaeritai-noni, karada-ju itakute…)

Tanjiro (Even my uniform is heavy. I wanna get home as soon as possible, but my whole body hurts.)

炭治郎「着いた…禰豆子…鱗滝さん…」

Tanjiro “Tsuita… Nezuko… Urokodaki-san…”

Tanjiro “I made it. Nezuko… Mr.Urokodaki…”

炭治郎「あ～！禰豆子、お前…起きたのか!!禰豆子！うっ…いててて…」

Tanjiro “Aaa! Nezuko, omae…okitanoka!! Nezuko! U… Itetete…”

Tanjiro “Hey! Nezuko! You… So, you’re awake? Nezuko!”

炭治郎「ああっ、お前なんで急に寝るんだよォ！ずっと起きないでさぁ！死ぬかと思っただろうがぁ!!」

Tanjiro “Aa, omae nande kyuni nerun-dayoo! Zutto okinaidesaa! Shinukato omotta-darogaa!!”

Tanjiro “Why… Why’d you fall asleep all of a sudden? Never waking up once! I was worried you were going to die, you know?!”

鱗滝「よく…生きて戻った!!!」

Urokodaki “Yoku… ikite modotta!!!”

Urokodaki “You came back to us alive.”

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鱗滝「そうか…異形の鬼をやったか」

Urokodaki “Soka… Igyono onio yattaka.”

Urokodaki “I see. You killed that morphed demon.”

炭治郎「はい」

Tanjiro “Hai.”

Tanjiro “Yes.”

鱗滝「ついにな…。本当によく帰ってきた」

Urokodaki “Tsuini-na… Hontoni yoku kaette-kita.”

Urokodaki “At last. I’m truly impressed that you made it back.”

炭治郎「はい」

Tanjiro “Hai.”

Tanjiro “Yes.”

鱗滝「鬼には…いくつか種類がある。血鬼術という特殊な術を使う鬼は、異能の鬼だ。今後はそのような鬼とも戦うことになるだろう。その者たちとの戦いは、これまで以上に困難を極める。しかし、炭治郎。お前ならきっと大丈夫だ」

Urokodaki “Oni-niwa… ikutsuka shuruiga aru. Kekki-jutsuto-iu tokushuna jutsuo tsukau oniwa, inono onida. Kongowa sono-yona oni-tomo tatakau kotoni narudaro. Sono mono-tachi-tono tatakaiwa, kore-made-ijoni konnan’o kiwameru. Shikashi, Tanjiro. Omae-nara kitto daijobuda.”

Urokodaki “There are several kinds of demons. The demons who use a special spell called the ‘Blood Demon Art’ possess supernatural abilities. You may have to fight those demons, as well, from now on. And battling them will be far more difficult than anything you’ve known until now. Even so, Tanjiro, I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

炭治郎「はい。…あの、禰豆子は他の鬼と違うと思うんですけど、もしかしてその…なんとか術なんですか？」

Tanjiro “Hai. …Ano, Nezukowa hokano onito chigauto omoun-desu-kedo, moshika-shite sono…nantoka-jutsu nandesuka?”

Tanjiro “Right. Um… I think that Nezuko’s not like the other demons. Do you think it could be that Whatchamacallit Art?”

鱗滝「いや、そうではないな。あれは血鬼術の類いではないだろう。これは憶測だが、禰豆子は人の血肉を喰らう代わりに、眠ることで体力を回復しているのかもしれない」

Urokodaki “Iya, sodewa naina. Arewa kekki-jutsuno tagui-dewa naidaro. Korewa okusoku-daga, Nezukowa hitono chinikuo kurau kawarini, nemuru-kotode tairyokuo kaifuku shite iruno-kamo shirenai.

Urokodaki “No, I don’t think so. I wouldn’t call that an example of the Blood Demon Art. I’m just guessing here, but it could be that Nezuko’s recovering her strength by sleeping instead of consuming human flesh.”

炭治郎（俺が…禰豆子を守るから）

Tanjiro (Orega… Nezuko’o mamoru-kara.)

Tanjiro (I’ll protect you, Nezuko.)

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〈十五日後―――〉

〈Ju-go-nichi-go―――〉

〈Fifteen days later―――〉

炭治郎「ん？ええっと…」

Tanjiro “N? Eetto…”

Tanjiro “Um…”

鋼鐵塚蛍「俺は鋼鐵塚(はがねづか)という者だ。竈門炭治郎の刀を打ち、持参した」

Haganezuka Hotaru “Orewa Haganezuka to-iu monoda. Kamado Tanjirono katanao uchi, jisan shita.”

Hotaru Haganezuka “My name is Haganezuka. I have forged Tanjiro Kamado’s sword, and I am here to deliver it.”

炭治郎「あっ！あの…竈門炭治郎は俺です。中へどうぞ」

Tanjiro “A! Ano… Kamado Tanjirowa ore desu. Nakae dozo.”

Tanjiro “Um, I’m Tanjiro Kamado. Please come inside.”

鋼鐵塚「これが日輪刀だ。俺が打った刀だ」

Haganezuka “Korega Nichirin-toda. Orega utta katanada.”

Haganezuka “This is the Nichirin Sword. And I forged it.”

炭治郎「あの…お茶入れますから、中へ…」

Tanjiro “Ano… ocha iremasu-kara, naka’e…”

Tanjiro “Um… Please come in so I can serve you some te―”

鋼鐵塚「日輪刀の原料は、太陽に一番近い山で採れる猩々(しょうじょう)緋(ひ)砂鉄(さてつ)と猩々(しょうじょう)緋(ひ)鉱石(こうせき)。それで日の光を吸収する鉄ができる」

Haganezuka “Nichirin-tono genryowa, taiyoni ichiban chikai yamade toreru Shojo-Hisatetsu to Shojo-Hikoseki. Sorede hino hikario kyushu-suru tetsuga dekiru.”

Haganezuka “The materials for a Nichirin Sword can be obtained from the mountain closest to the sun. Scarlet Crimson Iron Sand and Scarlet Crimson Ore. These produce steel that can absorb sunlight.”

炭治郎「そうですか…」

Tanjiro “Sodesuka…”

Tanjiro “Wow, is that right?”

鋼鐵塚「陽光山は一日中日が射している山だからな。曇らないし…」

Haganezuka “Yoko-zanwa ichi-nichi-ju higa sashite-iru yama dakarana. Kumoranaishi…”

Haganezuka “Mt.Yoko is bathed in sunlight all day long, you see. Never a cloud in the sky, nor any rain.”

鱗滝「相変わらず、人の話を聞かん男だな」

Urokodaki “Aikawarazu, hitono hanashio kikan otokodana.”

Urokodaki “There he goes again, never listening to what others say…”

炭治郎「うわっ！ひょっとこ？」

Tanjiro “Uwa! Hyottoko?”

Tanjiro “A clown mask?”

鋼鐵塚「ん？んん～？あぁ、お前『赫灼の子』じゃねえか。こりゃあ縁起がいいなあ」

Haganezuka “N? Nnnn? Aa, omae ‘Kakushakuno ko’ja neeka. Koryaa engiga iinaa.”

Haganezuka “Hey, you’re a Child of Brightness, aren’t you? Now that’s what I call lucky.”

炭治郎「あっいや…俺は炭十郎と葵枝の息子です」

Tanjiro “A, iya… Orewa Tanjuro to Kie no musuko desu.”

Tanjiro “Oh no, I’m the son of Tanjuro and Kie.”

鋼鐵塚「そういう意味じゃねえ。頭の毛と目ん玉が、赤みがかっているだろう。火仕事をする家は、そういう子が生まれると、縁起がいいって喜ぶんだぜぇ」

Haganezuka “So-iu imija nee. Atamano keto mentamaga, akami-gakatte-irudaro. Hi-shigoto’o suru iewa, so-iu koga umareruto, engiga iitte yorokobundazee.”

Haganezuka “That’s not what I meant. See how your hair and eyes are reddish color? When a kid like you is born into a family that works with fire, it’s considered lucky and a cause for celebration.”

炭治郎「そうなんですか。知りませんでした…」

Tanjiro “Sonan-desuka. Shirimasen-deshita…”

Tanjiro “Is that right? I had no idea.”

鋼鐵塚「こりゃあ刀も赤くなるかもしれんぞ。なぁ鱗滝」

Haganezuka “Koryaa katanamo akaku naru-kamo shirenzo. Naa Urokodaki.”

Haganezuka “There’s a good chance that this sword will turn red! Right, Urokodaki?”

鱗滝「ああ」

Urokodaki “Aa.”

Urokodaki “Yeah.”

鋼鐵塚「さぁさぁ、抜いてみな。日輪刀は、別名色変わりの刀といってなあ。持ち主によって色が変わるのよ」

Haganezuka “Saa-saa, nuite-mina. Nichirin-towa, betsumei iro-gawarino katanato ittenaa. Mochi-nushini yotte iroga kawaru-noyo.”

Haganezuka “Come on, hurry up and draw it! Nichirin Swords are also known as ‘Color Changing Swords.’ They change color depending on the bearer.”

炭治郎「あ…おお！」

Tanjiro “A…Oo!”

鋼鐵塚「黒!!」

Haganezuka “Kuro!!”

Haganezuka “Black!”

鱗滝「黒いな」

Urokodaki “Kuroina.”

Urokodaki “It’s black, huh?”

炭治郎「えっ！黒いとなんか良くないんですか？不吉ですか？」

Tanjiro “E! Kuroito nanka yokunain-desuka? Fukitsu desuka?”

Tanjiro “Is it bad or something if it turns black? Is it unlucky?”

鱗滝「いや、そういうわけではないが…あまり見ないな、漆黒は」

Urokodaki “Iya, so-iu wake-dewa naiga… amari minaina, shikkokuwa.”

Urokodaki “No, not necessarily. But you don’t see this pitch black too often.”

鋼鐵塚「俺は鮮やかな赤い刀身が見れると思ったのに！クソ～ッ！キエエエエ！」

Haganezuka “Orewa azayakana akai toshinga mireruto omotta-noni! Kusooo! Kieeee!”

Haganezuka “And I was so hoping I’d get to see a bright red sword! Dammit!”

炭治郎「えっ？あいたたた…危ない！落ち着いてください！何歳ですか！」

Tanjiro “E? Aitatata… Abunai! Ochi-tsuite kudasai! Nansai desuka!”

Tanjiro “Ouch! Stop! Please calm down! How old do you think you are?!”

鋼鐵塚「三十七だ！」

Haganezuka “Sanju-nanada!”

Haganezuka “I’m thirty-seven!”

鎹鴉の天王寺松右衛門「竈門炭治郎ォ、指令ヲ伝エル！」

Tennoji Matsuemon (Kasugai-Garasu) “Kamado Tanjiro, shireio tsutaeru!”

Matsuemon Tennoji(Kasugai Crow) “Tanjiro Kamado! Here are your orders!”

炭治郎「え？しゃべってる…」

Tanjiro “E? Shabetteru…”

Tanjiro “It talks!”

鎹鴉の天王寺松衛門「北西ノ町ヘェ向カエェ。ソコデハ少女ガ消エテイルゥ！毎夜毎夜少女ガ消エテイル‼!ソコニ潜ム鬼ヲ見ツケ出シ、討ツノダ！竈門炭治郎、心シテカカレ！鬼狩リトシテノ最初ノ仕事デアル」

Tennoji Matsuemon(Kasugai-Garasu) “Hokuseino machi’e mukae. Soko-dewa shojoga kiete-iru! Maiyo maiyo shojoga kiete-iru! Sokoni hisomu onio mitsuke-dashi, utsunoda! Kamado Tanjiro, kokoro-shite kakare! Onigarito shiteno saishono shigotode aru.”

Matsuemon Tennoji(Kasugai Crow) “Make your way to a town to the northwest! Young girls have been vanishing there! Night after night, young girl have been vanishing! Hunt down the demon lurking there and kill it! Tanjiro Kamado, prepare yourself well for this task! This is your first assignment as a Demon Hunter!”

炭治郎「最初の…仕事」

Tanjiro “Saishono…shigoto…”

Tanjiro “My first… assignment…”

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大正コソコソ噂話　その４　―Taisho Secret―

炭治郎「鎹鴉、皆さんにご挨拶だ」

Tanjiro “Kasugai-Garasu, mina-sanni goaisatsuda.”

Tanjiro “Kasugai Crow, say hello to everyone.”

鎹鴉の天王寺松右衛門「オ前ニ指図サレルイワレハナイ！コノ！コノ！コノ！」

Tennoji Matsuemon(Kasugai-Garasu) “Omaeni sashizu sareru iwarewa nai! Kono! Kono! Kono!”

Matsuemon Tennoji(Kasugai Crow) “I don’t take orders from you!”

炭治郎「いてて！いて…」

Tanjiro “Itete! Ite…”

Tanjiro [“Ouch! Ow…”]

鎹鴉の天王寺松右衛門「フン！」

Tennoji Matsuemon (Kasugai-Garasu) “Fun!”

炭治郎「もう…。ここで、大正コソコソ噂話」

Tanjiro “Mo… Kokode, taisho koso-koso uwasa-banashi.”

Tanjiro “Jeez. Now, it’s time for a Taisho secret!”

鎹鴉の天王寺松右衛門「ソレヨリ！次ノ任務ダ。早クシロ！」

Tennoji Matsuemon(Kasugai-Garasu) “Sore-yori! Tsugino ninmuda. Hayaku shiro!”

Matsuemon Tennoji(Kasugai Crow) “Forget that! It’s time for the next mission! Hurry up!”

炭治郎「分かった…分かったよ！」

Tanjiro “Wakatta… Wakattayo!”

Tanjiro “All right! I got it!”

炭治郎「次回、第六話『鬼を連れた剣士』」

Tanjiro “Jikai, dai rokuwa, ‘Onio tsureta kenshi’.”

Tanjiro “Next, Episode 6, ‘Swordsman Accompanying a Demon’!”

鎹鴉の天王寺松右衛門「オ前ラ！来週モ見ナイト、ツツキ回スゾ！」

Tennoji Matsuemon(Kasugai Garasu) “Omaera! Raishumo minaito, tsutsuki-mawasuzo!”

Matsuemon Tennoji(Kasugai Crow) “Hey, you there! If you miss it, I’ll peck you!”

炭治郎「おい！」

Tanjiro “Oi!”

Tanjiro “Hey!”

*Orange-colored sentence is my translation, since I couldn’t find real one in You Tube.

(Continue to episode 6)

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Can you tell us a bit more about the incident Shiro mentioned?

"You wanna know about the incident?" She was looking at the anon then thinks. "it was a while but I know it was a first time for us seeing her get angry." Hanoka said remembering it.

"She told me she was happily walking with her cousins from the store with things. They were happy which is good passing a few people but...Jemisha hear something that upsetting her pretty badly."

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"Your nothing but a freak just like them! I bet your better for targets so the hunters can get rid of you! Just like your useless cousins, the other members of your family! Just like that whore of your mother and monster of a father!!"

Jemisha was looking quiet but she saw them still taunting and insulting them before the area got frozen over slowly but quickly. The other stops seeing the upper part of Jemisha's face dark but her red eyes were glowing in rage. Her black hair flowing around her with the same silver white aura while she bares sharp fangs ready to rip this guys throat out. She even wished she had her dagger with her to skin him alive.

"...W...what the fuck?"

"...How....dare you..insult my cousins.." she growls now showing her tail poofing up and her nails showing talon nails now. The aura around her was deadly and murderous while she saw them backing up about to run. She rushes over to slam her elbow into the other's stomach, making them barf blood from the force of strength. They slam into the wall but Jemisha was above them for her to see them trying to move.

"You insulted my family," she suddenly breaks the others leg as he screams from the bone being broken.

"You insulted my family," she then breaks their arms. "You even fucking dare to insult my parents!" she had water surround the guy to freeze them before breaking their bones again that she heard it. The other was crying and scared seeing a very murderous woman above him as her eyes showed no emotion within the red blood glowing eyes.

"Your lucky I won't made a water dagger, stab your heart, and rip it out or better, have wolves shread you to bits...." she lowers down now grabbing their shirt.

"IF you know what's best for you, don't insult my family, my parents, or anyone ever again or I'll fucking end you. Understand?" she growls seeing them nod quickly crying.

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"After that, I saw Jemisha come back home but noticed the blood on her. She said it wasn't hers but the other she beat up for insulting us. That should tell you my baby is dangerous...very dangerous to anger. And I'm proud of her for proving that. It also turns out the other was never heard from again. Seems our baby scared them for life...."

[void-tiger]

Writer Nonnie abd I like the implication that Ryou just doesn't know or probably care if he has eyebrows at any given moment. They probably grow out just fine but since he's always working and 70% of the time it includes explosions it's probably patchy like that mechanic guy from ATLA.

Right???

From Engineer!Ryou fanon I just get the impression that he’s a worse walking disaster than either Holt Sibling. Cue ‘splosions.

Shiro: “nO. You do not need quintessence-enhanced rocket fuel, Ry!”

Ryou: “It’s fiiine, Taks! I already ran the similations.”

Shiro: “Simulators aren’t the same thing!”

So...he just forgets to notice if his eyebrows are part of his face or not xD

He probably has also cosplayed as ATLAB Guy or Gaara at least once when dragged to Space!ComicCon by Shiro and Jiro. Jiro called dibs on Strider!Aragorn. Shiro’s living it up as Vash the Stampede and absolutely humiliating both his younger siblings

[raziroo]

Cotton Candy

Pairing: Lotor x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Saying "Shit" twice

Word count: 2,076 (yay) (also, I edited this, I still need to update the word count)

Author’s Note: I'm crap at writing dialogues, and this is my first time writing for a gay couple. I'm so sorry if it seems forced or unnatural or shitty. Don't be afraid to call me out.

Story Moodboard!

It’s with a grunt of effort that I manage to lift the carton containing the cotton-candy-maker.

‘Here, dad,’ I say as my dad takes the box from my hands. ‘That’s all?’

‘Yep, that’s all of it. We’ll conquer this carnival with our delicious cotton candy,’ I nod, doing jazz hands while saying the last part. Dad chuckles. I grin.

‘Hey, Honey!’ I turn back, squinting to spot where my other dad is in the crowd of bustling people. Where, where…? Yep, there he is – in his embarrassingly brilliant sunshine yellow and bottle green striped shirt and hot pink trousers, a sharp contrast to his natural bright red hair. Don’t say that it can’t look that bright; you’ll never know just how blindingly bright bottle green can really be until you see the shirt my dad’s wearing. And trust me, he usually dresses in simpler tones; such bland tones that you’d be surprised to know he was capable of wearing colourful hues as well. It’s only that he’s very passionate about his job, and so whenever we set up a booth in fetes such as the current one, he never misses to match the shop logo.

‘Hul-lo, father dearest, how seems to go your day?’

‘Oh, quite lovely, if I do say so.’

‘Well, that’s simply charming –’

‘Alright, enough,’ my other, not redhead dad snaps with an exasperated sort of smile on his visage. You see, my not redhead, a.k.a. brown-haired dad happens to be British. And that means that me and dad would rather paint our teeth blue than to not tease him. ‘You both need to shut it and start helping me with the decorations, now. You know I’m trash at all that.’

‘Aw, now don’t get discouraged,’ I say, patting dad on the back. ‘After all, not everyone can be as blessed as me, can they?’

‘Hey, why don’t you go look around for a bit? You’ve been helping out since before I have.’

‘Yeah, he’s right, pet. You should.’

I huff, rubbing my palms on the fabric of my jeans. ‘You guys sure? I’m not tired, if that’s what you’re worried about.’

‘We’re not worried, we’re just saying you should also get a look, you know? There’s a lot of surprising booths this time around. I mean, there are aliens participating too, so…’

‘Hmm,’ I play with my bottom lip a little, then, ‘yeah, okay. I’ll be back in like, an hour? Forty five minutes? Sound okay?’

‘Sounds great.’

‘Bye, then.’ And with that, I turn on the heels of my Converse, wandering about the pretty stalls and eager children and kissy couples and aliens with curious features.

It really feels bizarre, just how astonishingly fast mankind has accepted the existence of aliens. It seems simultaneously ages and just a day before when conspiracy theorists raged all around the world, presenting baseless theories and concepts as to why and how the three-man squad on the Kerberos mission disappeared. Then came the Galra, bringing along with them global terror – because alien life, intelligent alien life existed and humanity remained oblivious all these millennia, and now they were actually attacking us. It could’ve been, perhaps even was, in some other dimension, the end of Earth. But then a defender appeared; Voltron appeared in all its glory, bringing along with it proof that however much these purple aliens claim that humans are scum of the universe, humans were, in the grand scheme of things, the ones that saved the universe too.

It feels even more puzzling to actually be on a first-name basis with the leader of Voltron; that’s right, I’m personally acquainted with Keith Kogane. It was around six months after him leaving the Garrison did I come across him. He’d been loitering around the neighbourhood, had ended up in a fistfight with some other kids, and along with that a split lip and bruised cheek. I’d been watching. When the fight ended, I (somehow) persuaded him to come along so that I could at the very least provide him with a band-aid.

Long story short, we’d bonded over how our moms were no-shows and how dads were the best and we became surprisingly close friends; the only difference was that after the death of his old man, he lived alone. I’d been adopted by my two current fathers. I told him about how when they’d initially adopted me, I was excruciatingly shy. I wouldn’t even come out of my room except meals. It was only when I came to know that they knew how to make candy floss had I timidly approached them if I could have some, because previously I’d always been grossed out at the thought of having to eat that. I’d overheard this group of kids saying that cotton candy was actually just dyed granny hair, so that’s where that came from.

I love cotton candy now. So much so, that even at the age of twenty-six, I will pout if someone takes some of mine without my permission. As if I’d ever allow them to.

Speaking of Keith, I haven’t seen him in years. We lost all contact when he turned eighteen, and then he went off into space, and even when he came back, I didn’t get a chance to meet him. I bear no ill will, though. He must have formed some close relationships. Our past friendship is comparatively much more trivial.

I spot a booth selling grilled corn. I instantly head there.

As I’m about join the crowd of humans and aliens who also want corn, a familiar call of my name leads me to pull a three sixty.

Lo and behold. Keith Kogane.

Despite him having obviously grown a lot, the face was still the same. I’m sure that, if he gets a split lip and bruise on his cheek right now, he won’t look all that different.

There’s a questioning hesitance on his features; he’s probably wondering if he’s got the right person. My pleasantly surprised smile and raised eyebrows assure him. As I step away from the grilled corn stall, I notice a motley crowd behind him; some are purple, some are holding Voltron plushies, and some look way too curious to be in a carnival. The introduction is going to be fun.

‘Keith! You're gonna live a hundred years - I was just thinking about you. But anyways, it’s – it’s great to see you,’ I say with a little giggle. ‘Though I am kind of surprised you actually approached me. The sixteen-year-old you would never.’

He smiles awkwardly in return. ‘Y – yeah… I, just… oh God, this is – I’m sorry,’ he says, his inner turmoil evident.

‘It’s all good. I know you’re shit at small talk, so… like, introduce me? Maybe?’

He nods rapidly, brows furrowed. ‘Yeah, um,’ he turns to the people behind him, telling them my name, how we met, the whole affair. I give them a wave. Most of them greet me back.

‘And, this is Shiro and Curtis,’ he points to the tall, white-haired yet young man, holding hands with a tanner guy, ‘Lance, Pidge and Hunk,’ he points to a lanky, bright-smiled guy, a buffer, kind-seeming person, and a short chestnut-haired woman who, despite wearing baggy jeans and a baggier tee, looks somehow better dressed than me. ‘Then that’s Allura, Coran, and Romelle, they’re Alteans,’ a woman with enchanting beauty and a regal aura surrounding her, a redhead who’s significantly older than the rest with an impressive moustache, and a youthful appearing girl with a big grin, ‘and Lotor, he’s Galran. The Galran Emperor, in fact.’ Lotor is a tall, lilac-skinned man with aristocratic features who shares the same cheek markings as the Alteans. Oh, and he’s unfairly gorgeous, his hair a luscious mane of white which I just know will be soft. It’s hard not to stare. You remember how I said Allura looked like royalty? Yeah, the way this man carries himself, he has the aura and visage of a God. Even in a white tee-shirt and jeans he looks way better than should be legal.

I rip my eyes away.

‘So…are Noah and Oliver here too? I’d love to see them. I mean, I never did get to thank them to permit a possible criminal to sleep in their house.’

I laugh. ‘Never mind that, but we actually sit up a stall here. I could, you know, maybe even get you guys something to eat.’

‘Free? Please don’t.’

‘It’s nothing, really, just… I don’t know, accept it as a small thank you present for not letting the planet go to shit.’

A bit of thinking. Even after a nod from Shiro, it was Lance who said yes. Good ol’ Keith.

When we reach the stall, my British dad is the only one we find there. He looks up, about to say something to me, when he notices Keith.

‘Dad. You remember Keith?’

‘Your possible criminal friend who turned out to be the saviour of the universe Keith?’

‘That Keith. He wanted to see you.’

‘Oh? Well then,’ he dusts his hands, stands up, and greets Keith. Both of them engage in a conversation.

‘You guys wanna try something?’

‘What do you got?’ asks Pidge.

‘What do we got? Um, we got chocolates, candy, marshmallows, jellybeans, tortilla chips, ice cream, popcorn – butter, cheese, caramel, peri peri – Lays, like, a lot of Lays, and the good old cotton candy. What d’you want?’

So, after providing the humans with two Cream n’ Onion Lays, a pack of tortilla chips, a double scoop of butterscotch and chocolate, a small tub of popcorn, and three cotton candy sticks, I turned to the aliens.

‘I’m assuming you guys aren’t familiar with a lot of this stuff, so you could either pick whatever looks to be good, ask your friends, or I could recommend something. What’ll it be?’

Romelle was the one who asked, ‘What’s ice cream like?’

‘It’s sweet. It’s cold. And it’s like… heaven in mouth.’

‘Ooh. I want an ice cream. The… pink one?’

‘That’s strawberry. You can eat it in a cone, or in a cup.

‘What’s the difference?’

‘Well, the cup you can’t eat. The cone is like a crispy biscuit,’ judging by her face, she didn’t know what biscuit was. ‘I’ll just give you a cone. It’s all on the house, so no worries if you don’t like it.’

I watched eagerly as she licked the ice cream. An unreadable look crossed her face. Then – ‘This is almost as good as Hunk’s cookies!’

‘Really?’ Coran asked, twirling his moustache. ‘Well, then…’ he squinted to read the names of the various flavours. ‘I would like “cookies and cream”. Yes.’ A cone of cookies n’ cream was served.

‘Allura?’

‘Do you have something that isn’t sweet?’ That was a plot twist. I’d have taken her as someone who appreciated sweeter foods.

‘We do. You want spicy?’

‘…Sure.’ Peri Peri popcorn was given and enjoyed.

And last… ‘Lotor. What would you like to have?’

It takes me a lot of will to not laugh at Lotor’s way too analytical expression. ‘What would you recommend?’

‘Me?’

‘Yes.’

‘Out of all this stuff, candy floss is my favourite.’

‘Candy floss… the item that looks simultaneously like a cloud and an old woman’s hair?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I would like a helping of candy floss, then.’

As I hand Lotor a stick of cotton candy, I wait with anticipation for his reaction.

‘How am I supposed to eat this?’

It takes me a moment to process that. ‘Uh, you just… pinch a little of the stuff in between your fingers, then eat it. Or you could just, um, go in directly, which I’m thinking isn’t really your style.’

He narrows his eyes, but follows my instructions nonetheless. Only a second after putting the stuff in his mouth, Lotor purrs.

Everyone around him, being me, Coran and Romelle (Allura’s off telling Lance how great Earth food is), looks with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. Lotor appears as if he’s just died inside. The berry-shaded blush on his face is adorable, though.

'I didn't, like, poison you or something, right?'

'No. It's that... I would never in my lifetimes have expected something so tooth-rottingly sweet to be this delicious.'

'So you're okay?'

‘Yes. In fact, I quite like… this cotton candy.’

I grin.

[lostcoves]

ft. bodyguard!goshiki tsutomu x fem!gang princess!reader

genre: smut

wc & warnings: 1.5k | drunk!(y/n) in the beginning, gun violence, murder, gangs, mention of arranged marriages, cunnilingus, blowjobs, cum swallowing, mommy kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, virgin!(y/n) and virgin!goshiki

premise: as the daughter of one of japan’s most notorious gang leaders, you have a duty to protect the integrity of the gang. but when your father proposes an arranged marriage to a rival gang’s heir, you turn to your bodyguard goshiki tsutomu for a shoulder to cry on.. and something more.

note: my contribution to @theehoneybunii’s back to the streets collab! it was a joy to write! i wanna thank @ultimate-astridwriting​ for beta reading this piece for me, you’re the best <3 remember to filter #lostcoves.nsfw if you’re a minor and DON’T INTERACT WITH THIS!!!

the casino was buzzing with energy, as bodyguard goshiki tsutomu watched you play craps drunkenly with other attendees. you let out a holler of victory after winning another round, happily accepting your winnings. 

goshiki sighed and checked his watch, “miss (y/n), we gotta get going,” he whispered to you, “your father will be expecting you open soon. wouldn’t want to anger him with tardiness.”

“that old man can suck it,” you spat, your words slurred. goshiki ran a hand through his bowlcut and gently grabbed your arm, “please, miss. (y/n).. i don’t want to get in trouble if we show up late.”

your expression softened, “okay, let’s go.”

goshiki helped you pack up the cash you won and placed it in his bag. he offered you a smile and promised to you, “we can come back to the casino tomorrow, miss. (y/n).”

“you won’t be going anywhere,” a security guard approached the two of you, stern and arms crossed over his beefy chest. goshiki stood in front of you protectively and asked the security guard, “is there a problem, sir?”

“your little girlfriend is under suspicion of cheating,” the security guard answered, reaching out for your arm, “she needs to come with me for questioning.”

goshiki latched onto the guard’s arm and glared, “whenever she’s going, i’m coming with her.”

the security guard pulled out his gun, “you’re a dead man, goshiki.”

goshiki smirked and quickly disarmed the security guard, taking the gun and putting a bullet between the guard’s eyes. a loud bang echoed throughout the casino, attendees screaming in terror and scattering about. 

“did you really have to kill him?” you asked, pouting slightly. goshiki looped his arm around your waist and smiled, “see that tattoo on his wrist?” he gestured to the dragon tattoo on the dead man’s skin, “it’s the sign of the kokuryū, your father’s rivals.”

“i see,” you replied, as the two of you exited a panicking casino. a limo pulled up and goshiki opened the door for you, you entered the limo with goshiki and took a seat. goshiki signaled the chauffeur to drive.

“here,” goshiki handed you some crackers and a bottle of water, “to sober up.”

“thanks,” you gulped down the water and ate a few crackers.

“your father has news for you.”

“he does?” you asked, eating a few more crackers.

“just don’t get- we’re here,” the chauffeur announced your arrival to the residence of the white jackals. goshiki exited the limo and did a perimeter search to clear the area before letting you out. 

“goshiki,” your father- shiro- greeted his daughter’s bodyguard upon entry to the white jackals’ headquarters. goshiki bowed respectfully to shiro, “boss,” before stepping aside. you embraced your father tightly and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “daddy!”

“there’s my precious angel,” shiro squished your cheeks, “it’s good to see you in one piece. did you win anything at the casino?”

“about ten grand,” you smiled.

“that’s my girl,” your father chuckled, “now, let’s get to business.”

“goshiki said you had news for me,” you stood beside goshiki, nervous. you hoped it was good news. your father nodded and answered, “i do. i have arranged a marriage between you and the heir to the blue dart frogs gang.”

“you.. you what?” everything froze.

“it’s necessary to secure our position as a gang, especially since the kokuryū has been gaining more influence,” shiro explained to you, “i don’t expect you to be loyal to your husband and neither does he but i do except you to maintain a public appearance of love with him.”

“daddy..” tears formed in your eyes, “i.. okay,” you admitted defeat.

“thank you for being understanding,” your father sighed, “i’ll be sure to buy you something nice in return. goshiki, take (y/n) to her room.”

“yes, boss!” goshiki exclaimed. he held out his hand to you, “let’s go.”

you took his hand and goshiki led you back to your bedroom. inside, you collapsed on your king-sized bed and sobbed into your pillows. an arranged marriage!? was your father insane?!

“miss. (y/n)..” goshiki sat down next to you on the bed.

“go away..” you cried, your voice muffled by the pillows.

“is there anything i can do for you?” goshiki asked, stroking some hair out of your face. you looked up from your pillows and sniffled, “stop this marriage for me, goshiki.”

“you know i can’t do that,” he responded.

“i know,” you muttered, hugging goshiki for dear life. he held you close and gave you a kiss on the top of your head, “i’ll be here for you, every step of the way. i promise that.”

“goshiki..” you cupped his cheeks, “i love you.”

“(y/n)..” goshiki looked scared. how would your father react if he found out about this? you smiled fondly at goshiki and whispered in his ear, “i’m not married yet. it will only be one night.”

“have you sobered up?” goshiki didn’t want to take advantage of you.

“i have,” you began nipping at his neck, “make love to me, tsutomu.”

“okay,” he answered breathlessly. quickly, goshiki got up and locked the door before returning to your bed. the two of you exchanged passionate kisses, as you stripped one another of their clothes. 

“you’re beautiful,” goshiki hummed to you, admiring all of your body. he loved it all, especially what others would consider to be imperfections. to him, you were a shining star.

“so are you, handsome!” you giggled, gesturing to his toned abdomen and lightly tanned skin. goshiki smiled at your laughter, it was warm and joyous. he wanted to hear you laugh more. 

“kiss me,” you told goshiki. 

“your wish is my command, princess.”

goshiki pressed a trail of kisses against your skin, kissing up your legs towards your face. you giggled more at the sensation, goshiki felt his heart flutter at your giggling. he ended it with a tender kiss on the lips, holding you close. 

“you’re wet,” he murmured, his slender fingers rubbing your soaking cunt.

“a- ah! be gentle..” you asked goshiki, face heating up. 

goshiki crawled down and kissed your clit, earning a wanton moan from you. eager to please you, he began lapping up your slick juices, nose bumping into your clit.

“f- fuck!” you came, extremely sensitive from being a little virgin baby. 

“thanks for the meal!” goshiki thanked you. 

“my turn,” you pushed goshiki down on the bed and attacked his neck with kisses. he moaned happily, as you trailed down his body and towards his hardened cock. you took his cock in your hand, admiring its length and thickness, before giving it a few strokes.

“sh- shit..” goshiki moaned, also a little virgin baby.

“want mommy to kiss your cock? mhm? make you feel good with my tongue?” you purred to goshiki teasingly. he nodded rapidly and cried out, “yes, mommy! wanna feel your tongue and mouth on my dick!”

“alrighty then!” you took goshiki’s length in your mouth, slurping and sucking to the best of your ability. it was a bit awkward at first but you managed to figure out to suck dick properly after a few tries. goshiki’s moans made your cunt wetter, as you bobbed your head up and down on his dick. 

“coming!” goshiki yelled before shooting his load down your throat. it tasted funny- was this the taste of cum?- and you swallowed it. you removed your mouth from his cock and informed him, “tell mommy that she did a good job.”

“mommy did a great job!” goshiki praised you, hugging you tightly. you chuckled and told goshiki, “my baby boy did a great job, too.”

“can- can i put it in?” goshiki asked of you, his cock still red and hard.

“of course you can,” you laid back on the pillows and spread your legs, showing off your dripping pussy to goshiki. 

“this.. this would be my first time,” goshiki confessed to you.

“mine as well so be gentle,” you reminded your bodyguard.

goshiki nodded and pressed a kiss to your cunt before lining himself up to your entrance and sliding himself in. he bottomed out with a shaky breath and checked to see if you were okay, your face already contorting from a mix of pain and pleasure.

“fuck me good, tsutomu!” you shouted, as goshiki thrust himself inside your pussy. your walls were sucking him in like a vice, goshiki nearly came from the sensation. yet, he held out and pounded into you, groping your breasts to stabilize himself.

“fuck, fuck, fuck-” he chanted, “-you’re so tight, mommy! so tight and warm! i love you, i love you, i love!” goshiki sobbed.

“i love you too, baby boy!” you exclaimed before you two came, goshiki shooting hot seed into your womb.

you collapsed in goshiki’s arms, as goshiki pulled his softened cock out of your cunt. some seed spilled out of your pussy, goshiki smiled at the sight. he kissed on you on the forehead and whispered, “i love you.”

“i love you too,” you whispered back.

[facets-and-rainbows]

Blue Exorcist 10th anniversary book Q&A session

The 10th anniversary book has a section where Katoh answers 100 questions submitted by fans on Twitter, so here they are translated/paraphrased! May contain manga spoilers up to the recent flashback arc, so be warned.

(Note that I’m playing it very fast and loose here because there are A HUNDRED OF THEM, so not exact wordings, but it should capture the gist. Lemme know if there are any you want elaborated on)

1. Katoh likes the feel of traditional drawing more than digital but is impressed with how far digital has come

2. Meph THOROUGHLY ABUSES spacetime to watch all his shows and ensure that he gets all the merch he wants

3. Did the girls take all of Yukio’s school uniform buttons in middle school? Yes, they did (apparently it’s like A Thing for girls to ask for a button from their crush at middle school graduation, based on some sad movie from the 60s where a guy who got drafted as a kamikaze pilot gave a girl one of his uniform buttons to remember him by)

4. Rin's tail is about a meter long

5. There are tons of servants working at Mephisto's mansion. Belial is in charge of them

6. Katoh borrows from all sorts of neat real locations when making settings

7. Katoh identifies with pretty much all the characters the most! Except Lucifer.

8. Demon designs she's proud of include the impure king and hachirou, pretty much anything that was the main one in an arc

9. Katoh lists a bunch of her favorite musical artists/music she’s listening to recently: King Gnu, Official Hige Dandism, Kenshi Yonezu, BAD HOP, Sakanaction, Keyakizaka 46, Hypnosis Mic, Aimer, B’Z, Queen Bee.

10. Awww the rabbit manga that characters are often reading isn't just Robo to Usakichi, it's an even older one that she drew as a little kid

11. She likes industrial style interior designs

12. Rin and Yukio alternated who got the top bunk growing up, because they couldn't agree on it lol

13. Katoh cares a whole lot about panel layouts and speech bubble positions, might even be her favorite part of the process (it shows!)

4. Katoh does NOT have a mashou, lol

15. Rin has probably been practicing in secret so he can learn to carry stuff with his tail

16. Izumo probably got into shojo manga around 1st grade, her mom had some around the house

17. Specialty dishes: Rin - lots of stuff but especially nabe Yuri - stuff you can throw together quickly Shiro - stuff he learned from Yuri and/or cookbooks, alongside teaching Rin Yukio - Does. Not. Cook.

18. Can't pick a favorite place she's been on research, but there's no place like Japan

19. Kinzou's band isn't currently meeting because demons, but he's probably still thinking of new songs

20. Hardest characters to draw: anyone with detailed flowing hair. Hardest to write for: Lightning and Gedouin. She had to go read books about serial killers specifically for material for Gedouin, lol 

21. Suguro actually gets a dorm room to himself, though allegedly Yukio is technically assigned as his roommate, lol. Didn't end up that way what with Yukio being a teacher and also Rin’s whole...situation

22. Shiemi makes some of her own hair accessories! Cute

23. Katoh doesn't mind if you include stuff with fan letters but check with the editor first

24. Time for making each chapter: Planning/storyboarding: 1-5 days. Sketching: 3-5 days. Drawing/inking: the rest. Just...the rest of the time

25. Neither Suguro nor Izumo have dated before and neither is currently dating. But that's probably just because things were hectic for them! It could happen

26. Yukio breaks 5 or 6 pairs of glasses a year, someone get this kid a strap or something

27. How many spare glasses does Yukio have? Check the fanbook lol it's in there (dang it Katoh)

28. The demon she wants us to pay the most attention to is Lucifer. Because plot.

29. What's under the Order's big meeting table? It's a BOTTOMLESS PIT and if you fall in it you DIE that's what makes it COOL (laughs)

30. What are the job requirements for the angelic legion? Literally just Arthur liking you and inviting you to join

31. She WANTS to do more character profiles but just hasn't gotten to it

32. Rin's tail feels like a cat tail, texture wise

33. The "red Assiah fire" is literally just actual fire nothing special

34. Rin's current hair color is light blue fading to white at the ends

35. Thoughts on Rin's growth: she likes that he stays positive in awful situations and she also thinks it's very main character of him to face the past instead of avoiding it

36. Mephisto didn't purposely surround Rin with stuffed animals when he woke up after going crispy. Mephisto's bed is just Like That

37. Kurikara was based on a cool sword she found in a sword book, but that one was technically just a ceremonial sword. The symbol on it us a Sanskrit letter kaan (sp?) associated with Fudou Myouou

38. Kuro can communicate with normal cats and hangs out with them often

39. Sometimes Shiemi's skirt is extra fancy around the hem what's up with that? Apparently it's an optional accessory that comes with the skirts help I haven't noticed this and don't know any fashion terms in any language

40. When coloring, Katoh always tries to have an overall theme in mind ("emphasis on blue" etc) so it comes together in the end

41. Yes the twins are genetically related to Shiro because of Goro (she says they're like his nephews but I say GENETICALLY at least they'd be indistinguishable from his children)

42. Strongest mom of all the strong moms around here? Yuri! Did you SEE her give birth??

43. Are you careful about your own health Katoh-sensei? Not particularly! Her mom has had to bring her food at work sometimes! Don't do this at home kids

44. At the dating events Shura goes to, does she drink cocktails in moderation? Yeah, she probably downplays her normal drinking habits at these things. But normally she's down for just about any kind of drink

45. Lucifer just really likes oysters okay

46. How many pages of manga does Katoh draw in a day? If she's being good about self-care: three. Maximum number ever: TEN

47. Mephisto is one of those folks who can eat like a garbage compactor and never gain weight. Possibly because his body resists that sort of change the same way it resists aging etc

48. First food Rin cooked: fish burger type patty. Yukio's favorite things Rin cooks: fish simmered in soy sauce, yellowtail with daikon radish. It's fish all the way down

49: Did Rin ever get more monthly allowance from Mephisto? It doubled! He gets TWO 2000 yen bills now (rip) [T/N: That's uh, that's USD $37.26 a month or 33.10 euro]

50. Why isn't Rin more popular with the girls? He gets nervous talking to them, plus he's too oblivious to notice even if he DID have some fans

51. Why change Suguro's hair? She gets bored with keeping everything the same, and she wanted a visual representation that he was getting serious and going into kind of a training arc

52. Things Katoh pays extra attention to when drawing: trying to capture the feel of whatever she's drawing (like "that looks warm and soft" or "I bet that guy stinks" cough Lightning cough)

53: Does Rin take after Yuri more? (He's got her eyes!) Katoh tried to draw Yuri so she looks like both twins. Personality, too - Yukio has her smarts and Rin has her optimism

54: Do you ever wanna be like Mephisto? Well she'd like to be able to get away with just ANYTHING EVER, but no, let's not be like Mephisto

55. Konekomaru not only carries around a cat toy in case he meets any cats, he MAKES cat toys to carry around based on what he thinks the cats would like

56. How'd you come up with Shima? Go read the fan book!

57. Do the kids have Twitter/Instagram accounts? Rin - probably not. Konekomaru might be on some social media. Paku and Izumo are totally on instagram

58. Is there something Rin makes that you wish you could try? All of it! That's the whole idea! He's good at cooking!

59. Will we ever have a (G-rated) reveal of what ALL of Mamushi and her family's tattoos look like? Maybe! She'll think about it

60. Does Arthur have a repertoire of different hairstyles? Not really, he just puts some of it up on the top. Heck he might even have people to do that for him

61. If you wrote a shojo manga what would it be about? She'd have to do a lot of research before even coming up with a story, since there are so many style differences between the genres aside from just the subject

62. The other two of Mephisto's top 3 favorite foods: Cup ramen and....f-fried bubblegum?? Is that a THING???

63. Where do you start when drawing a character? Usually the outline of their face but if it's a complex pose/composition she'll start with whatever's in the foreground (like hands)

64. If Katoh could have a familiar, what demon would she choose? Mephisto. As the all-powerful author, she might actually be able to command him as a familiar!

66. If you swapped Yukio and Rin's relationship around what would change? not much, you'd pretty much have Rin going to the Illuminati and Yukio going to the past

67. Top 3 foods/souvenirs to try in Kyushu? Well she doesn't know what’s good CURRENTLY but when she was there she always used to like burdock tempura udon, hakata torimon (a kind of manju with white bean paste inside), and Chikae style cod roe. today I learned Katoh went to high school in Kyushu

68. Katoh listens to music a lot while she's storyboarding, then when she and the assistants are all drawing and inking they put various videos/movies and stuff on in the background

69. For all his hitting on girls, is Shima actually popular with the ladies at all? He's got enough girls in his life that he probably COULD find a girlfriend if he really wanted, but the double agent thing tends to get in the way. He still wouldn't be as popular as Yukio though (side thought/translator’s note: Shima would be proud of being number 69.)

70. Katoh has the ending planned out in a big-picture way, but there are still a few details here and there that she's fretting over

71. It's cute when the boys put their ties over their shoulders when they're working on something! Where'd that come from? She just figured a tie might get in the way and that seemed like a realistic way to get it out of the way

72. Looks like Yukio is getting some facial hair! What about Rin? They're both about the age for it, but maybe Rin can't grow a beard yet. Maybe a little peach fuzz here and there

73. Katoh's favorite blue exorcist merch? There were some exorcist licenses a while back, and the exorcist pins. Basically it's really cool that these little accessories she drew ACTUALLY EXIST NOW, LIKE YOU CAN HOLD THEM IN YOUR HANDS

74. Okay realtalk how long do we have left, I don't want the series to end yet? We're solidly in the second half by now but it's not, like, ABOUT to end yet

75. Katoh would be a Knight meister, based on what characters she likes to play in games and such

76. How many people in the whole exorcism cram school? More than you think! She doesn't give a number but apparently licensed exorcists also attend classes for new meisters, etc, so there's a wide age range attending

77. How's Arthur feel about, like, studying Taming on the way to becoming Paladin? He's at least mostly accepted that you have to use demons to fight demons effectively

78. Konekomaru started wearing glasses in his first year of middle school, so like 7th grade (more recent than I thought!) He has one spare pair, in contrast to Yukio lol

79. Katoh's current obsessions? Ghost/scary stories! She's even been going to live readings of them recently

80. Media Katoh consumes for inspiration? A wide range of foreign teen drama, horror/suspense, shojo manga, light novels, anime, etc. Special focus on things where two boys are in conflict or there are brothers involved

81. If they weren't exorcists what jobs would they have? Rin - chef. Yukio - doctor. Shiemi - uh, florist?

82. Inspiration for the design of True Cross Town? Katoh and her assistants gathered up a bunch of references, picked out stuff they felt matched the tone, and mashed them all up together

83. Did you use any references etc for the school/exorcist uniforms? She says she probably should have but she just kind of made them up before publication

84. Favorite part of drawing? For color pages, picking out a color scheme. For black and white, drawing in all the little details (though she doesn't always get time to lately)

85. Once again confirms the demon kings' weird hair is a representation of their horns. ADDS THAT PEOPLE WHO CAN'T SEE DEMONS CAN'T SEE THE WEIRD HAIR

86. Now that Yukio's at the Illuminati, where's he gonna get his Jump SQ and spare glasses? Well he probably never planned to stay for long, but hey it's a big ship and they might have an optometrist and/or newsstand there

87. Do you base the demon characters on any references etc? Not really, she just gets a general idea of popular demon designs and then makes up her own in her own style

88. Merchandise Katoh personally wants to have made: stuff that an adult could just use in their day to day life. Also, it's not gonna happen, but if her favorite figure brand made AoEx figures she could die happy

89. If Beelzebub's host body was a beautiful woman, how would Shima react? Would the womanizing win out over the bug phobia? Katoh replies that Shima would probably just faint from being near a girl that pretty, before the bugs even got involved

90. Will the twins ever get to smile and eat dinner together again?? We'll just have to wait and see!

91. What do you check at a "scenario check"? what's a scenario check man I dunno They check for people being out of character or the setting feeling off. They had a lot of these checks for the anime, but they also do them for the drama CD, games, and all that other stuff where multiple authors are involved

92. Why does Shura use baldy as an insult for people who are clearly not bald? She feels like they have some kind of metaphorical, mental kind of "baldness" and she's calling them out on it. Whatever that means

93. After Blue Exorcist ends, what do you want to draw next? She has SO MANY IDEAS, SO MANY

94. Did Katoh make up the Shinto chants that, for example, Izumo used against Gedouin? They're assembled from bits of actual Shinto prayers according to what feels right in the scene

95. Yukio reads the Jump SQ, right, and, just hear me out here, he likes gag manga, right? Does this mean he reads Salaryman Yukio? It's something he would read, but let's say that in the AoEx universe there's just a very similar manga that he finds oddly relatable

96. What do Yukio and Shima do in their free time on the Dominus Liminus? oh my god you guys this ship has so many amenities.  Yukio probably spends time reading in the library, which they totally have. There's also, like, a gym, and a movie theater, and a THEATER theater, all of which are free. Shima probably hangs out at the pool (!) and goes to the movies, and hits on illuminati girls, lol

97. Easiest character to draw? The ones with boring simple hair, lol. Lightning gets an honorable mention for ALSO not having eyes in most shots, but Rin wins--he was specifically designed to be easy for Katoh to draw because that's what you want in your main character

98. How do demons understand gender? They just possess whatever feels like the best match to how they feel in Gehenna, whether that's a man, or a woman, or a rat, or whatever

99. Where do you start when you're coming up with a story? She starts with character design and how the characters relate to each other. Currently she's just continuing an existing story, so she works on splitting up the overall plot into episodes and fleshing it out with scenes and information about characters

100. When do you feel most happy? She honestly feels like she lives a very happy life overall. Mentions noticing a lot of little things, like how nice her cats' heads smell when she cuddles them or taking a nice cold refreshing drink of water. There's happiness in everything. aww.

[wingblade1357]

その人は君だよね？

I was doodling a scene for Kalim’s personal story part 2 and it suddenly turned to a novel illustration. I was aiming to use Shiro Amano style’s but asdfghjkllll painting is so hard.

I’m still debating whether to do it in a story or comic (since till now I still haven’t finish drawing Azul’s part 2 asdfghjkllllll😂😂😂)

EDIT: I added the draft of Kalim’s personal story part two! It’s right down after the read more because it ended up pretty long.

“Hikari~~~!”

Before Hikari could turn, someone tackled her from behind, embracing her in a warm hug. She almost stumbled, but she quickly balanced herself and the extra weight on her back.

“Funyaaaaa!” Grim yelped in surprise at the sudden movement. “GAHH It’s him again!”

Hikari patted the person’s arm, “As lively as ever, Kalim-senpai.”

“I thought I told you to call me just ‘Kalim’? No formalities needed!” Kalim said with a huge grin. He released his hold on her and he glanced around when he noticed two of her friends are missing. “Where’s Ace and Deuce?” He asked, tilting his head curiously.

“Those two got club activities.” Grim answered.

“And you two?”

“No club activity for me today.” Hikari said. She also noticed Kalim was alone. After the whole Scarabia fiasco, the two friends sorted things out. Jamil was free to be whatever he wanted and not Kalim’s shadow. The tradition between the Asim Family and the Viper family has changed. Kalim also tries his best to be independent and not rely on Jamil too much. It was a drastic change, but they’re taking it slowly. Step by step. “What about you? You’re in the Light Music Club, right?” She asked back.

Kalim grinned, “Yup! I was on my way when I came across you two!”

“As always, this guy’s easily distracted.” Grim deadpanned, sighing. “Anyways, c’mon!! We need to go to Sam’s before he closes!!” He whined, ordering for Hikari to hurry it up.

The white-haired boy blinked, “Do you need something? I can pay it for you!” He offered genuinely.

Hikari quickly raised her hand to decline. “It’s okay! Don’t worry! I can pay for it.”

Kalim pouted. Hikari was always declining his offer. One time, he even offered to renovate the Ramshackle dorm, but again, she declined saying that was the Headmaster’s responsibility. The other time, he offered jewels from his Treasure room, but again, she declined saying that she doesn’t need jewelry or money. She was strange, but in a good way.

“Gilbert, Ted and Jasper are not in the dorm today! It’s their monthly ghost gathering.” Grim said with a grin. The ghosts often offered to make dinner for the Ramshackle residence, though it was mostly them giving the leftovers from the cafeteria for free since they know the Cafeteria Ghost very well. Hikari and Grim didn’t mind as long as they get free food and still keep the dorm’s budget. “It’s Hikari’s turn to cook!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hikari sighed, patting Grim’s head. Grim favored her cooking more than ever. He said it was tasty and she should cook everyday, but she declined. To a certain degree, she likes cooking, but she does have those days when she’s too lazy or just don’t want to cook. Her profession wasn’t a chef like her brother.

“Ehhhhh!!!! I wanna eat your cooking too!!” Kalim exclaimed, his eyes sparkling like a thousand stars.

“You’re welcome to eat dinner with us.” Hikari invited. Kalim invited her plenty of times and sometimes, she has to decline since she doesn’t want to trouble them. It was mainly because each time Kalim invites her, he would go overboard with the party. She though it was just going to be a nice dinner, but turns out it was a full party with a parade. “I was thinking Filet Mignon Poêlé and maybe for dessert... coconut cream pie?” She remembers one of Kalim’s favorite thing is Coconut juice, maybe something related to coconut will make him happy.

“Ohhhh! Sounds delicious!!” Both Kalim and Grim cheered.

“We better get going and buy the ingredients from Sam. See you later then Kalim-senpai!” Hikari waved her hand goodbye to her upperclassman.

“Yeah! See ya!”

Kalim stood there, waving his hand above his head.

——x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x——

“No! You can’t!”

“Why not?”

“Because—!!!”

Kalim pursed his lips, closing it tightly. This was the first time he ever disapproved of Jamil’s decision. He would always agree with Jamil’s way since whenever Jamil takes care of it, things would go as planned. Not this time.

Jamil sighed, “I understand your feelings, but things will remain the same if we don’t move.” He said with his arms crossed. “She’s here and you’re doing nothing?”

Kalim stayed quiet.

“I don’t understand why everyone but you forgot about her...” Jamil said. For years, Kalim kept mentioning a name—a person, but no one believed him. “Aren’t you tired of waiting?”

After Jamil overbloted and saved, there was a long forgotten memory that resurfaced. He remember someone—someone who was always there for him and told him to be himself. The person who told him he was free to express himself the way he wanted.

The hands he felt save in.

Finally he could understand what Kalim was talking about all these years.

Kalim’s imaginary friend wasn’t imaginary.

She was real and there with them.

He wants to know. No. He needs to know.

“Hikari... doesn’t seem to remember as well...” Kalim confessed, looking down to his hands.

“You said it yourself and she did as well back then. As long as our hearts are connected—“

“I know! But I.... I don’t want you to use your unique magic to force her to confess... it just seems wrong.”

Silence basked the two.

“...Fine. I suppose you’re right on this one.”

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

“Hikari~~!”

The brunette could hear Kalim all the way from the kitchen. “I’m in the kitchen!” She was too busy preparing for dinner that she didn’t even realize it was already time. Grim was busy doing his homework, but ended up taking a nap in the common area. She turned her head when she heard footstep coming closer. “Sorry, Kalim-senpai! Looks like you have to wait a little longer for dinner.”

“Uwaaaa! It smells so good!” Kalim peeked inside the kitchen, a big smile across his face.

“We bought some snacks. You can eat that first if you’re hungry.” Hikari pointed to the box of biscuits she bought from Sam at a special price. She turned her back on him to continue cooking.

“Thanks!” Kalim sat on the stool and propped his head up, leaning over the island and humming a tune he learned from his club. He stared at the brunette as she moved around to grab some spices from the cabinets.  He remembered everything. She looked the same as she did ten years ago—as if she didn’t age a bit. She had cooked for him and Jamil a few times during the short period when she was his bodyguard. Neither once did he get poisoned or kidnapped when she was around. “You know...”

When was the right time to ask? Jamil had warned him there was no second chance.  And he was right. Tomorrow or the next, who knows how long she was going to be with them.

“Hmm?”

There was a chance... that she might disappear again.

Everyone will forget her.

And this time, maybe even he will forget her.

“I think I’ve told you that aside from Jamil’s food, I always get a stomach ache, right?” Kalim began.

Hikari glanced over her shoulder, giving a reassured look. “Don’t worry, Kalim-senpai! I didn’t put anything funny—“

Kalim laughed. “I know! I know! I trust you!” He jumped off the stool and stood beside the island, staring at the ingredients on top of it.  “I’ve been poisoned more times than I could count.”

“But there’s one remedy that always healed me. She was the one who taught me how to make it!”

“That remedy is Panacea.”

Hikari turned to look at him with wide eyes.

Kalim smiled. “That person... It really is you, right?”

Cliffhanger lol

[mamabearcat]

I know April Fool’s is over but...

It’s morning here in Australia, and it’s already April 2nd - Good Friday in fact. I woke up after an incredibly stressful week in which I moved my family from the little unit we’d lived in for the past sixteen years to another one a suburb away, while still working retail in the evenings. So much money spent. So much stuff. So many emotions. So little sleep. So it’s not surprising that this morning I had a bizarre dream. A dream in which Inuyasha, and another movie and Easter all got mixed up together.

Kagome gave a tired sigh, doing her best to stretch out her back after folding all the clean cloth nappies from the washing line. Thank goodness Juro was nearly out of nappies - they would be needing them by the time their next baby was born. Which judging by the heaviness in her womb, really wouldn’t be too far away. Thank goodness it was just one baby this time.

The gigantic stew pot on the fire bubbled, releasing the scent of savoury vegetable soup. It smelt almost ready, and the steamed rice sitting on the edge of the fire should also be just about done. Time to call her family in for dinner. She waddled over to the doorway and braced her arms against the frame to take a deep breath, before calling out as loudly as she could.

“Juro, Kuro, Hachiro, Shichiro, Rokuro, Goro, Shiro, Saburo, Hajime, Haruko, Keiko, Natsuko, Akiko, Rini, Satsuki, Momo, Moroha and Inuyashaaaa! DINNER TIME!”

Children poured towards the doorway from where they’d been sent off to play in the forest nearby, after she’d released them from doing their afternoon chores. They eagerly ran towards her, the older ones carrying the little ones. Kagome dropped a kiss onto the top of each head as they passed through the doorway, even though her older boys squirmed a bit. Moroha came last, carrying little Juro who was rubbing his eyes sleepily, his tiny pink nose twitching at the smell of the stew.

“Cawwots Mama?” he asked, blinking at her, holding out his arms and leaning towards her.

Kagome lifted him out of Moroha’s arms with a smile. “Yes, there’s carrots in there for you my baby boy”, she grinned, ruffling his white hair, being careful of his soft ears, still a little floppy. It would probably be another six months before they stood up straight. All her children had inherited her husband’s ears, something she’d been very happy about. She bopped her son teasingly on his twitching nose. “But you have to eat the other vegetables too, if you want to grow up as big and strong as your Papa.”

She shifted the toddler over to rest on her hip as she smiled lovingly at her eldest child, Moroha, now almost sixteen summers old. Older than she’d been when she’d first met Inuyasha. It was a frightening thought in some ways - was she really this young when she’d been off fighting youkai and recovering the shards?

“Did you see your father on the way home sweetheart?” Kagome asked, watching as her family helped to spoon rice and soup into the bowls. Moroha nodded as she joined the line for dinner.

“Yeah, he was just talkin’ to Miroku, he’ll be here in a minute.”

A small scuffle broke out between the triplets over who got the largest piece of carrot in their bowl, and Kagome was quick to step in before the fight got out of hand.

“Rokuro, Goro, Shiro, behave yourselves! What would your Papa say!”

A tall shadow fell through the dooway.

“He’d say he’d hope you’re not causin’ trouble for your poor tired Mama boys, or that stew will be goin’ in my stomach instead a yours.”

The boys glared at each other, but settled down. “Sorry Papa, sorry Mama.”

“That’s better.”

Moroha filled the smallest bowl for Juro, and Kagome put him down so he could toddle over to his biggest sister, making himself comfortable in her lap as he did his best to spoon the food into his own mouth, mostly successfully with a few near misses.

Inuyasha touched his soft nose to Kagome’s in greeting, looking her over carefully. She looked exhausted. He’d been out helping Miroku with his vegetable garden today, seeing he could dig much faster than the human could, but looking at Kagome, he knew it was time to stay close to home from now on.

He helped his very pregnant wife to sit on a cushion, rubbing her back to help ease the kinks out, and she melted against him, looking over her large family with a happy sigh.

Momo spooned out rice and soup for her mother and father, and he smiled approvingly at his daughter as she brought it over to them, then sat down to finish her dinner. The room was filled with the sounds of happy eating, their children finishing up the soup and rice quickly, then turning their eyes expectantly towards their parents as they finished up their own dinner.

“No story until your dinner bowls are washed up and put away”, said Inuyasha firmly, and the children sighed, but got to their feet and lined up at the tub.

“Actually”, said Moroha softly, “instead of a story tonight, there’s something I want to say.”

Seventeen pairs of tall fluffy ears and one pair of human ones twisted towards her.

“It’s something I’ve been thinking of for a while now. And I wouldn’t be leaving straight away, not until after the new baby is born and you’re all settled in Mama. But I’ve decided, and Setsuna, Towa and Hisui are gonna come too. I can make the world a better place.”

She took a deep breath, then stood up, tearing off her typical red clothing to reveal a navy blue suikan and shorts underneath. She plopped a blue hat on her head between her long fluffy black ears. “I am going to be a police officer.”

Everyone blinked.

“What’s a police officer?” whispered Inuyasha into Kagome’s ear.

Kagome smiled with pride at her eldest child. “It’s someone who helps others and stands up for those who can’t defend themselves”, said Kagome. Inuyasha gave his eldest daughter a wide buck toothed grin.

“Well, if that’s what you wanna do, knock yourself out kiddo, I’m proud a you.”

“Wait, what? You’re not gonna try and convince me to be a carrot farmer like you?”

Inuyasha snorted. “The only reason I’m a carrot farmer is to feed you lot. Before you kids arrived, your mother and I travelled around fighting evil and helping people. So if you feel a calling to do that, who am I to stand in your way? Just steer clear of stinky wolf youkai and you should be fine.”

“Inuyasha, it’s been fifteen years since we’ve seen Kouga”, Kagome sighed. “Don’t you think you should let that go?”

“Nope. He called you his. And he stank. Grudge forever.”

Kagome rolled her eyes.

“Anyway Moroha, I agree with your Papa. We will miss you of course, but if you think this is what you want to do with your life, we’re proud of you.” She held out her arms to her eldest daughter. “Just stay safe and come home and visit us once in a while so you can tell us about your adventures.”

Moroha dropped down to hug both her parents.

“I’m so happy! So happy you’re my parents and you love me and you never went mysteriously missing without a trace leaving me with a huge debt to pay off or anything!” she sniffed.

“Uh... okay.”

Moments later Moroha was covered in a pile of brothers and sisters, all hugging and laughing and crying, saying how much they would miss their big sister.

“Aww, look at that pile of fluffy bunnies”, Kagome smiled tearfully. “I love my family so much. I just never expected there to be so many of them.”

Inuyasha hugged her tightly. “Well, that’s what you get for marryin’ me”, he whispered into her ear teasingly. “You know what they say about rabbits.”

[summoner-chan]

I actually wanted to do a fanmade Valentine Event but like never got to finish it since my brain isn't committed to long term plannings-

So I'm going to just drop it here for everyone to see (≧▽≦)!! + This is a base reason for me to do so because I did some character sketches for the said event (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Anyways, hope you enjoy reading!!

Valentine Chase: Catch the Valentine's Hare!

Main Characters: MC and Darius (Fanmade Character+Character Debut that I'll be showing soon don't worry ;^D)

Side Characters: Shirou, Kengo, Ryota, Toji, Agyo, Claude, Snow, Bathym, Pollux, Horkeu Kamui, Nomad, Ophion, Melusine, Licht, Maria, Gabriel, Zabbaniya, Arsalan, Tanngrisnir, Juliette (another Fanmade Character+Character Debut that I'll be showing soon) and Luka (last Fanmade Character+Character Debut that I'll be showing soon!!)

Summary: Just as you were about to dance on the stage, you were swept away by a loveless wolf?! Looks like your companions have to chase down both you and the mysterious canine therian in this frenzied Valentine chase as you uncover the true motives of the cool headed and quiet wolf!

[Part 1/?]

Location:???

[The background is directed to the night sky, the full moon visible as it looms over a land adorned with growing pine trees]

???: This body....is barren. Nothing is blooming

(A wolf like silhouette appears into the screen)

He turned away to face the brightly lit moon, shining down it's light to the figures. How long has it been he wondered? He had them for company but it only seemed like the butterflies were the ones who truly understood him.

Ah yes, the arhopala anthelus or also known as the Oakblues butterfly, he didn't knew why he remembered the butterfly with such details but it stuck with him longer than he could remember. Swarms of it tend to follow him around, especially his enchanted arm that resembled to a dead tree's rotting branch, leaving bits of bark in its wake

???: Well you never know if you try

(A hooded silhouette appears, smaller and shorter than the previous silhouette)

The taller figure sighed, his gaze still fixed to the moon. It seems like he's ignoring them

???: .......

(The smaller silhouette shook violently temporarily, before slidding away to the side of the screen, disappearing from the scene)

[End Scene]

[Screen then fades away to black before shifting to a new scene]

Location: Shinjuku Concert Stadium

[The background is directed to a large stage decorated with multitudes of red,pink and white, each having a heart shaped cutout pattern to each end of the ribbons. The front of the stage had a single row of metal barriers to contain the fans from climbing up the stage]

[SFX: People chattering and the sounds of equipment moving]

[Shiro,Kengo, Ryota, Toji and Agyo's figures are shown individually, each of their expression is shock]

[The three options appear]

⭐: What's with everyone's faces?!

✨:Do I...look that bad?

❤️:As expected! I AM astoundingly cute!

⭐ Route

Shiro: Urk! S-Sorry, we're just-

Kengo: We're still not used to you having those kinds of get-ups! The last time we saw you dressed nicely was at that fancy casino we had to bust in!

Ryota: Well you DO look nice in that costume! Besides, it's a nice change to see you out of that school uniform for once you know

Toji: That, I could agree with Ryota Yakushimaru. It is indeed refreshing to you like this

Agyo: MC, You look so cute in that!! Really fits your eyes! Hey could I get a picture with you? Pretty please?

✨ Route

Shiro: N-No! You look great! Not even the single strand of hair seems to stick out! You look wonderful as ever, MC! Though...you did took us off guard... especially me..cough! What was that? I said something? Possibly not, MC!

Kengo: Well what that nerd said about you looking great is the one thing I could agree on! Wonder if the clothes durable for a fight..Hey, MC! Wanna try sparing right here so we could test it out?!

Toji: Is fighting all you could think of Kengo? MC needs all the energy they can get since the event is going to last till night so could you at least use your muscle brain for once to consider MC's stature?

Kengo: Huh?! You tryna pick a fight with me calling me a muscle brain?!

Ryota: Guys! Could you stop it?! MC is going to perform soon and this whole fighting thing might bring their spirit down....

Toji:....My apologies

Kengo:Yeah I didn't think about it that way...so uh...sorry

Agyo: Apologies accepted! Come on, let's brighten those faces up with some candies I brought with me!

❤️ Route:

Everyone: Huh?!

Toji: You!...You!.. Gah...I am at loss of words of your high confidence, MC...You seem to know very well how push my buttons around....Gah! What's with that look?! Stop staring!

Shiro: Well it's a good thing that you have high confidence in yourself, MC! With that attitude, you'll be sure to capture everyone's hearts when you're up on stage later on!

Kengo: Heh! What'd you expect from my partner? They're definitely going to rock out this entire event!

Ryota: Hehe! You're just brimming with a golden light, MC! Your confident smile is totally attracting people in!

Agyo: You're right, Ryota! I could definitely smell in the change of air and it's really good! Wahhh,MC! Teach me how to be confident too!!

[ END EVENT ]

Haha, yup! This is the only thing I came up with and this is barely half of the first episode (^～^;)ゞ and it was supposed to be much more longer but brain committed watergun on itself so-

For the next post, I'll post the main character sketch of the event so please do anticipate it!

[kumeko]

A/N: For the End of the Universe Zine, I wanted to explore a small story in a dystopian world

Summary: In a dystopian world, Keith took his small pleasures. His drives while dropping illegal goods. His ever-complaining mechanic and his low repair prices. The rare night with Shiro. He didn’t need more than that.

He definitely didn’t need Shiro’s dreams of saving everyone, of saving anyone.

…

…

…

…

“Jeez.” Hunk squatted down next to the dented motorcycle, his hand hovering over the metal like he didn’t know where to touch. Horrified, he looked up at Keith. “What’d you do this time?”

“Nothing unusual.” Keith shrugged, his hands in his leather jacket. Considering how fast he had driven to reach here, his black clothes stuck to his skin uncomfortably and he really wanted a shower. “You know how it is.”

“I don’t.” Hunk tied a dirty bandanna around his head. Keith was never sure if that was to protect his hair or if he just thought it looked cool; if it was the former, judging by the dirty overalls and grease stains on his face, it was a failed effort. “I thought transporters had to be careful.”

“Careful and quick,” Keith corrected, walking over to a side table. Pushing away the cigarette butts and bottle caps, he picked up a newspaper. Replicants Stage Coupscreamed the top headline. “And even then it’s hard to avoid the government dogs.”

Hunk tapped the side of the motorcycle and the pedal fell off with a loud clatter. Groaning, Hunk shot Keith a baleful glare. “Why? I give you a great bike and every single time you break it.”

“It’s either that or my life,” Keith pointed out. He flipped through the newspaper quickly, scanning headlines. Issues with the current president, interest rates rising again, a food shortage with no end. The same old fare, nothing at all unusual about the headlines. When Hunk didn’t say anything, he rolled up the paper with a sigh. “Sorry. I’ll be more careful next time.”

“…that’s what you always say,” Hunk grumbled, accepting the apology nonetheless. Pulling out his tool kit, he sat down next to the bike. “It’ll take a day or two to get in top condition.” Pointing a wrench at a grey box perched on a chair, he added, “Oh, and deliver that to Pidge while you wait.”

“Huh?” Keith crossed his arms. “Why would I do that?”

“Because you’re a transporter?” Hunk rolled his eyes. “It’ll be the easiest job you’ve had. Nothing dangerous inside, no one chasing you. Just do it.”

Keith raised a brow. “And how much are you paying me?”

“I’m fixing your bike.” He tapped the back threateningly with the wrench. “You wanna get stuck here forever?”

“Fair point.” Picking up the box, he almost dropped it in surprise. Considering his job, Keith was pretty strong but that would just barely help him with this package. “What do you have in here? It weighs a ton.”

“Spare parts, an engine to take a part, the usual things.” Already in work mode, Hunk absentmindedly waved him off. “Just get it to her today, she has a client.”

-x-

The streets were as dirty and crowded as ever, with throngs of people flowing to and from work. Or to and from the pleasure district, to be exact. Popup shops crowded every corner, offering anything from drugs to weapons to the latest stolen technology. Neon-coloured signs hung off various buildings, enticing pedestrians to enter.

Keith pushed his way forward, his gaze firmly fixed in front of him. He hadn’t missed any of this while he was on the road. There wasn’t really anything keeping him here, fixed to this city. Hunk was a great mechanic but they were a dime a dozen, one in every town. No, to be exact, every town was the same. The same grey, the same dirt, the sense of loneliness and loss.

A world in greyscale. The only time he saw colour was when he was racing down the highway, an illegal package in his satchel.

-x-

The bells chimed as he entered Pidge’s repair shop. A small space, squeezed into the very end of a depilated building, Keith had walked past it three times before spotting it. Inside, the white shelves were lined with the latest in limb replacements, fine technology that actually made it better to lose a body part than to have it.

“In the back,” Pidge called out cheerfully, followed by the sound of metal clicks. She was with a customer then.

“I swear your place gets smaller every time I come,” Keith said dryly. A lightbulb flickered as he made his way to the back room. Even the space between the shelves felt narrower than the last time he came.

“Or you’re just getting fatter,” Pidge shot back, a pleasing lilt to her voice. Someone was in a good mood today.

“Like that’s possible.” Keith snorted, waving a package as he entered Pidge’s unofficial clinic. “Hunk wanted you to have this.”

At one point, the room had probably been a manager’s room or something like that. Now there were curtains on windows and a long bed for the particularly strenuous limb repairs. Not that Pidge’s current operation seemed like one of those. Seated on a worn-out chair, she had her latest patient sitting across from her, his mechanical arm in her lap. A man with a streak of white hair. He glanced up and Keith almost forgot to breath.

Shiro.

Shiro was back.

“Must be the parts I ordered.” Still tinkering with the arm, Pidge glanced over her shoulder. “Just put it on the table, I’ll take a look after.”

“Sure.” Keith tore his eyes away from Shiro long enough to set the box down. Shiro was back. Trying not to sound overeager, he asked, “What happened to you?”

“The usual.” Shiro winced as Pidge tried to reconnect the arm. “There was a trap. We almost got caught.”

“And then your hand got caught instead,” Pidge chimed in, closing an eye as she examined her handiwork. “What’s this, the tenth replacement? There’s a reason you’re my best customer.”

“Eleventh,” Shiro corrected with a sheepish smile.

“Ugh. It’s a good thing I don’t paste my name on these babies, otherwise I’d be dead right now.” Pidge grimaced. Somehow, Keith didn’t think that would save her for too long. Her work was too advanced, too impressive, and all it’d take was a couple of questions to find out just who made the rebellion’s general’s arm.

Taking a deep breath, Keith finally turned around and gave Shiro a proper once over. Dressed in a tank top and sweat pants, it was easy to see that there were no injuries on him. There wasn’t any blood or bandages. A relief, considering it all. It was a rare time when Shiro got away with just a broken prosthetic. Noticing his stare, Shiro smiled. “We didn’t lose anyone, at least.”

That wasn’t what he was worried about. At all. Keith crossed his arms, his eyes roving over Shiro’s biceps, his well-defined chest, and trying not to remember what it felt like to have that body curled over his. To have those hands on him. “I didn’t think you did. There was nothing in the newspapers.”

“Yeah, I guess they’d mention it if they caught us.” Shiro lowered his gaze. “Especially if they caught Allura. The rebellion would be over in an instant.”

“Rebellion.” Pidge clicked her tongue, finally setting down her tools. “You’re making it sound better than just a rag-tag of people who still think they change something.”

“We can,” Shiro answered simply.

No, you can’t, Keith thought, and perhaps more so than the world they lived in, that was the real tragedy: hope.

-x-

This wasn’t love. This was sex, pure and simple. A raw need, a primal urge. A way to forget the present. A way to feel something other than despair.

Keith bit Shiro’s throat, feeling the resulting rumble tremor through this body. Shiro’s hand interlaced in his. His nails scratched on Shiro’s back. All he could smell was Shiro’s musky scent. All he could feel was Shiro’s touch. Nothing else existed—not the road, not the government, not the possibility of death.

“Keith,” Shiro moaned, but Keith didn’t say anything back. He refused to.

This wasn’t love and therefore, he didn’t have anything to lose.

-x-

Through the half-open blinds, neon lights spilled into Keith’s bedroom. It was a spartanly furnished room, consisting of just a bed and a table. And now, Shiro, who was lying face down in a pillow to block out the light. The pinks and oranges from the street signs painted Shiro’s pale back and Keith traced familiar patterns over the many scars that littered his partner’s skin. The one on his shoulder blade, from when he’d been thrown in prison for eight months. The one on his side, from when a gun had almost hit his stomach.

Propping his head up on his hand, Keith idly touched the scar on Shiro’s lower back. Hearing Shiro’s breathing change, Keith asked, “Why do you fight?”

For a long moment, he thought Shiro was going to pretend to be asleep. Instead, he finally turned over, the sheets tangling up around his legs as he stared up at Keith. His single white lock glowed in the dim light. “Because it’s the right thing to do.”

“There’s no right, not anymore. Not here.” Keith dismissed the argument entirely. That was old world crap. His nail scratched line left by a blade on Shiro’s chest.

“There’s always a right. Especially here, especially now,” Shiro countered, grabbing Keith’s hand. “If I don’t fight, then who will?”

“Someone else.” Keith lowered his eyes. They had this same discussion every time, this useless argument that never changed anything. Soon, Shiro would disappear again, off on some doomed rebellion plot or the other. Maybe he’d die this time, his picture plastered on the photos.

“There’s no one else.” Shiro tightened his grip, interlacing their hands. “Just us.”

And maybe that was true too. But Keith wouldn’t stay around to find out—if he was going to be left again, he might as well leave first. There was always something that had to be transported, some job that needed doing. He’d find one as soon as his bike was fixed.

Instead of answering, he pressed his lips on Shiro’s chest, his hand already reaching down. At least during sex, he didn’t have to think these useless thoughts.

-x-

“All done.” Hunk proudly wiped his greasy hands on a dirty towel and Keith wasn’t sure if his hands or the towel were dirtier than before. Holding onto the handlebars, he glared. “At least give it a few weeks before you break it.”

“No promises.” Prying the bike free, Keith gave it a once over. It looked almost new, except for the scratch on the side. “Impressive.”

“Of course it is! Who do you think you’re talking to?” Excited, Hunk tapped on the engine. “I also spruced up the engine a bit—it’ll go a little faster than before.”

“Nice.” Sling his leg over, Keith slipped onto the seat. Turning the key, the engine purred under him. “I’ll take it for a test spin.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll count the cash.” Hunk picked up the metal box Keith left by his workbench. “It’s all here, right?”

“Yep, paid in full.” Keith revved the engine and closed his eyes. Yeah, that sounded right. “Got a job lined up for tomorrow, so you finished just in time.”

“I finished exactly on time—I said I’d be done now!” Hunk rolled his eyes, popping open the box.

Pulling out of the garage, Keith felt his mood brighten. There was something about the open road, about the one thing, the one place where he wasn’t restricted. There was freedom in flying down the road, the wind in his hair, and nothing but an archaic vehicle to keep him safe. It was a simple happiness.

There weren’t too many of those anymore.

-x-

Shiro was still at his place when he returned, and that was an oddity. Keith had almost expected to find an empty bed, their usual arrangement. Instead, Shiro was brazenly sitting on his kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee.

“You’re here,” Keith said, more a statement than a question.

Shiro looked just as surprised as he felt. “I thought you left.”

“I had to grab some supplies.” Keith set his helmet on the table. Shiro was drinking from the wolf mug. His favourite mug. Did Shiro know that?

“Oh.” Shiro’s fingers curled around the table’s edges. “I was just about to leave.”

“It’s fine.” Keith entered his bedroom. It was funny. Shiro’s scent still lingered on his sheets. Picking up his first aid kit, he glanced back at the kitchen. At Shiro’s back, at the weariness in his shoulders.

It wasn’t that easy to be optimistic, was it. It wasn’t easy at all. His feet moved automatically and before he knew it, his hand was on Shiro’s shoulder, squeezing it gently.

“Keith?” Shiro asked, looking up curiously.

“I’ll help,” Keith muttered. A pile of newspapers was stacked in the corner, remnants of him checking for any rebel news. Any sign that Shiro had died. He did that every time he arrived at a city and maybe it was time he stopped lying to himself. It wasn’t love but he would be heartbroken nonetheless if he just read about Shiro’s death and did nothing to stop it. Maybe he could show the futility of it all and drag Shiro out of the mess entirely.

“Keith…” Shiro smiled at him brightly and Keith swallowed.

It wasn’t love.

Maybe, if he said it enough times, his body would believe him.

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a/n: i apologize for Luci’s hc being kinda written in general! as i’ve said, i tried to write it not too long, but after amaimon i went overboard, especially with Yukio xD also, regarding Shiro’s hc: the timeline is set when the twins are 3-4 years old, so he’s quite young there. under “read more” due to the length!

✰ Characters: Lucifer, Amaimon, Shiro, Rin, Yukio (written in that order).

✰ Words: 1,3k

Lucifer:

suspicious. VERY suspicious. resists the urge to squint at his "son", so he just keeps staring at him without saying a word and blinks occasionally. even if he looks similar to him or you, he still doesn’t trust it; he might be as well a clone that’s pretending to be his child.

actually thinks it’s a prank pulled by Mephisto, since his child mentioned time traveling.

he believes it’s his actual child once he mentions something that only Lucifer and you know - for example, the initial names you planned to give to your child.

very interested in his son’s own interests - he’d ask a lot of questions and smile proudly if he announced he helps his father reach his goal; when his child doesn’t follow his steps, he just nods and asks how his studies are going (because, quite frankly, I don't think he’d force his child to join Illuminati and do stuff related to it)

as the conversation goes, he starts to notice the features he’s inherited from his mother - both in his personality and looks. it makes him feel excited to be a parent, knowing his strong genes allowed his beloved to also create a beautiful child together.

Amaimon:

confused, a lot, but he won’t question it. he just does his thing, and to be honest, doesn’t care much.

that being said, he starts to care when he realizes his so-called “child” is following him everywhere and trying to eat chips from his bag. for some reason, he lets his son take a handful of chips, staring at him and squinting menacingly.

when his son is done eating, they both just look at each other with the same blank expression.

it clicks in his head once his kid mentions your favorite brand of sweets like it’s nothing; Amaimon looks shocked for a minute, then his usual, bored expression returns.

unlike Luci, he doesn’t ask much questions, but enjoys hanging out with him as long as possible. Amai notices his son’s personality is like his, but his appearance is exactly like yours.

he’s honestly more open to the idea of having a child; In a way that he doesn’t actually mind them existing, but when they grow up, he’ll have another person to do his shenanigans with. once he gets past the diaper stage, he’s fine.

Shiro:

literally he just

when he looks back at his son, he sees him lighting a cigarette.

“well, shit.”

Shiro looks at the exact same copy of him. both in personality, and appearance as well. and it terrifies him. yet, the only reaction he lets out is a loud laugh. (thank god that “copy” has been made naturally..)

again, like Luci, thinks that Mephisto is making fun of him.

his son, on the other hand, isn’t laughing. he looks quite unsure and almost sad; that’s when he says, “it’s good to see you, old man. it’s been a while.” he doesn’t end the sentence though, wanting to say he’s glad to see his father after a few years of seeing his name only on a gravestone.

Shiro, despite being quite some time away from death, understands what his son meant to say nonetheless; he then decides to spend some time with him, asking how things are going in the future. His son isn’t very willing to talk, but he tells him in a calm voice, “there have been some bumps here and there. but I’m fine now. they’re fine, too. so you don't have to worry about that two devils, either.” and smiles genuinely; it makes Shiro’s heart melt completely because he recognizes that smile - the smile he gets to see on your beautiful face every day.

when his son was gone, he still yelled at Mephisto. Poor demon, it wasn’t his fault this time, actually.

Rin:

opens the door and screams. the person on the other side also screams. Rin’s so shocked and confused he might pass out; he manages to stay on his feet, though. (even though,, he doesn’t know why he screamed in the first place)

when he calms down a bit, he immediately notices that the person standing in the doorway looks kinda similar to him - he’s almost as tall as he is, but his eyes and hair differ a little.

the person greets themselves with the same last name, then breaks the news - “i’m your son! nice to meet you, dad! you can call me by my name or Shiro, that’s a nickname I’ve received from my friends!” he says happily, scratching nervously the back of his neck.

Rin’s expression softens a little; he sees the way he acts and is almost sure the kid is telling the truth. He invites him inside and softly closes the door.

Meanwhile Rin tried to ask if he wants a drink, his son interrupted him whilst taking a photo frame in his hands and yelling excitedly, “oh man! that’s mom?! you have a good taste, dad!” Rin just blinked at him, mumbling a slight “thanks?”.

after the initial shock has passed, his son told him a little about himself and generally, they shared some good time together. that is, until his son asked if he knows what happened to auntie Shura.

Rin tilted his head to the side, his white locks tickling his eyes; he said a confused “no..? is it... bad...?” his worry has started to risen.

“well... she got pregnant with triplets! or.. will... get...?”

Rin choked on his spit, to say the least.

Yukio:

Yukio’s been silently enjoying his coffee, quite early in the morning. After all, that’s what he deserves after that entire bullshit with satan and his eye.

Since the order allowed him to take some time off, he decided he’s gonna dedicate it for healing - both mentally and physically.

As the clock showed 8am, the sun rays hit his face harshly through the curtains - he decided to go to a store to buy some of the products you’ll use to make breakfast later.

He felt uneasy going to the store. He felt something was not right... but he ignored it, thinking it’s probably still because of the previous events. Going through the aisles and taking his sweet time, he grew even more confused, seeing that most of the products he was gonna buy is missing - they couldn’t have bought everything. Sure, lots of people left the store when he walked in, but it’s barely 8.30am.

Leaving the store with just a few products, it was hard to say he wasn’t annoyed. That’s when he felt someone tapping his shoulder, making him ultra-aware of his surroundings.

“Are ya lookin’ for this?” another male voice asked, smirking, “Sheesh, you probably look really annoyed, and I haven’t even seen your face!”

Yukio turned around, facing a male that quite resembled him - the same height, build, the only thing he was missing was glasses. Yukio, being annoyed as it is, wanted to politely brush him off, but he was interrupted mid-sentence.

“I’m Okumura. Your son, to be exact,” his features softened, eyes gazing at the pavement he stood on, “I got this stuff for you. This is what mom always needs for breakfast, right?” the male smiled gently, handing him the grocery bag. Yukio took it hesitantly.

“I know it’s all so weird, but, do you wanna maybe go on a walk with me? I like the weather today,” he fixed his [hair color]-colored locks, smiling brightly, “and I like spending time with you, dad.”

Well, Yukio’s walk to the store’s certainly gotten more interesting than he originally thought.

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Caged Hearts

(Hawks x Miku)

(((Chap 2 Cat&Mouse)))

((Pt. 1)) ((Pt. 3))

The loud smattering of applause finally made Hawks look up from his second serving of roasted chicken dinner, and he nearly choked when he saw the winged goddess herself gliding through the crowd in a silver gown.

Oh my god, oh my god, what is she doing here? What the—Shit! I need to get an autograph.

Thanks to his dizzying train of thought, it took him longer than necessary to register that the lady of the hour was actually gliding towards their table. In fact, it didn���t register until Mirko and Lady hopped to their feet to pull Syren into one of those squealing group hugs girls did.

“I’m so glad you guys could make it!” Syren exclaimed.

“You kiddin?” Mirko pulled back with a grin, "we wouldn’t have missed it for the world! You were amazing, girl.”

“Thank you.” She beamed

“Seriously, you were incredible,” Lady added.

“Oh, hey, we have some friends we want you to meet.” Mirko gestured to their table.

“This is Kamihara Shinya, aka Edgeshot.”

“Nice to meet you,” Syren smiled.

“Likewise,” Edge gave a curt bow of his head, “your show was a delight.”

“And this is—“

“Oh my god, you’re Hawks!” Her eyes widened.

He could only gawk in response.

It wasn’t until Mirko cleared her throat pointedly that Hawks finally dropped the fork, which had been half way through its journey to his mouth, to reply.

“Heh, yeah, th-That’s me.” He gave her—what he hoped—was a charming smile.

“It’s so great to finally meet you!” Syren said, beaming brighter than he had seen her beam all night.

It should have eased his nerves some that she seemed to be a fan of his. It didn’t.

“Same here.” He replied.

“Well,” Mirko clapped. “I’m going to go to the little lady’s room!”

“Great idea,” Lady hooked her arm through Mirko’s. “I’ll come with.”

“You kids have fun!” Mirko winked. Hawks could have sworn that was directed at him.

“I actually think I saw someone I know earlier,” Edgeshot spoke up next. “I’m going to go say hello. Ms. Syren, why don’t you have a seat?” He gestured to his spot beside Hawks as he stood.

“Sure.”

With that, Hawks’ last buffer was gone.

Those slick assholes.

He didn’t know if he wanted to kill the lot of them when they got back or thank them.

Syren slid into the booth next to him, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him. Her ivory wings brushed against his own.

The singer’s excitement was literally palpable. His feathers were picking up the enthusiastic fluttering of her heart.

Alright, Keigo, play it cool.

“It’s so great to finally meet you, Syren gushed, "I’m such a huge fan."

“Well, that makes two us, Angel.”

Syren blushed. Hawks felt her heart rev which eased his nerves.

Wow, she really is a fan of mine. Alright. This is good. This I can handle.

After all, fans were easy. All he had to do was turn on some of that old Hawks Charm™️, and he would be back in control of his frazzled nerves.

“I have to say, beautiful, I loved your show.”

“Really?“

“Really. I gotta say, I’m surprised you didn’t end with The View from Up Here.”

If it were possible, Syren’s grin grew even wider.

“Oh, you really are a fan! I decided to debut Take Off on a whim. My managers were like: ‘you can’t do that; the audience won’t recognize the song merp merp merp!’ but I told them: ‘this is a meaningful artistic choice! It’ll resonate more with the audience.’ You know, it’s easy to talk about the view from the top once you’re already there, but the scariest part for most people is taking that first step, 'The Take Off,' so to speak so—oh I’m sorry, I’m talking to much aren’t I?”

Hawks snapped his gaping mouth shut and shook his head.

“N-no, not at all.”

I love your view on your craft. Also, your voice is so textured and expressive it almost feels like a constant massage. I could literally listen to you talk for hours and never get tired.

He was definitely keeping that little anecdote to himself.

“I can’t speak for everyone else, but it definitely resonated with me.”

a soft grateful smile danced on her face. “Thank you,” She placed her hand on his arm and gave it a squeeze. “That means Everything coming from you.”

The gesture, friendly as it was, lit a fire under his skin. So much for getting his nerves under control.

Luckily, Syren quickly moved on. Her lavender eyes landed on one of Hawks’ most prized possession, his gold Rolex.

“Oooh!” She trilled. Her wings fluttering excitedly.

God she’s adorable.

“You like this, sweet heart?” Hawks chuckled, holding up his forearm to give her a better view of the jewelry.

She hummed in agreement, reverently stroking the band.

Hawks unhooked the watch, and motioned for Syren’s arm. Even fastening the watch as tight as he could, it still slid

Down her delicate wrist, making her giggle. He smiled.

“It’s so pretty.”

“Heh, it is nice, huh?” He replied, fastening it back on his arm.

A thoughtful smile crossed Hawks face as he stared at the pearl face and reminisced.

“it was the first indulgent purchase I made after becoming a hero. Pretty shallow I know, but hey, when you risk your life every second of everyday, you deserve a little indulgence I say.”

He’d meant to play that as a joke, but he almost couldn’t help the bite in his tone.

“Hawks,” Syren said gently.

His golden eyes met hers.

“I know we just met, but I have a proposal-“

“Woah, already?” He interrupted with a chuckle. “That’s pretty sudden, Angel, can’t a guy get dinner first?”

A flush lit up Syren’s brown cheeks as she giggled.

“Not like that, silly. I was going to ask if you’d come to my birthday party next weekend? I know we just met, but I would really love it if you came.”

“A personal invitation from the birthday girl, herself?” He brought a hand to his chin and rolled his eyes to the ceiling thoughtfully. “Now what kind of guy would I be if I refused an offer like that?”

“An asshole,” she replied.

Hawks let out a bark of surprised laughter at her frankness.

“Well that does it, huh? I can’t have my favorite singer thinking I’m an asshole. Alright, Miss. Syren, I’ll be there.”

She bounced giving a giddy little clap. “Yay!”

Hawks smiled, relaxing in her effervescent presence.

“So,” he inched closer to her, feeling suddenly emboldened. “What does the birthday girl want?”

“Oh no, Hawks, you don’t have to buy me anything,” she waved her hands, dismissively. “just you coming will be enough.”

“Syren, I promise you, babe, it’s no problem.” He threw an arm over the back of her chair.”

A blush colored her cheeks. He smirked. He was still nervous, but the more flustered she got, the more at ease he felt. Not to mention the thrumming of her pulse was sending a sweet little vibration through his wings.

“Hawks, you really don’t have to-“

“Angel,” he drawled in a low, warning tone, “if you know my reputation, you know I’m very persistent in getting what I want.” His golden eyes ran over her body, suggestively. “So, you may not wanna play cat and mouse games with me, beautiful. Unless you like getting caught.”

He didn’t even need his quirk to pick up on Syren’s flustered energy. It was written all over her adorable, blushing face.

“W-well, I, um, I love jewelry, sparkly things, anything to do with music, and backless dresses like this one.” Her voice cracked as she stammered out her reply.

Her nervous energy excited Hawks. He found himself wanting more. Wanting to see just how far he could push her.

“Oh?” his eyes ran over her once more. “Let me see.”

Syren turned away from him. The silver gown she wore dipped dangerously low in the back, showing off a well-toned physique. Her ivory wings flexed, as if to showcase the muscles that kept them working. But what drew Hawks’ was the thin, sparkling silver chain that fell just above her ass holding the slinky little dress in place.

He almost couldn’t help himself as he hooked his fingers beneath the chain and allowed them to travel up the length of her spine. He marveled at the way her wings fluttered as she shivered under his touch. When he reached the juncture between where they protruded from her back a pretty coo escaped her.

Holy fuck.

His voice took on a low, suggestive tone as he asked: “Like this, baby?”

Syren turned to face him, whipping her curtain of silky white hair over her shoulder, and hitting him in the face.

“Just like that, daddy.” She purred.

Hawks choked.

He choked on literal air.

Hawks: 0

Syren: 1,00,000,000

Damn...was not expecting that. Alright, bud, you can bounce back. Smooth and witty, kid.

“Thank you.”

Syren laughed.

Hawks: -1

Syren: 1,00,000,001

“Hey kids, we’re back!” Mirko’s booming voice announced as she and Lady slid back into the booth arm in arm.

Saved by the bunny.

“Hope you two didn’t have too much fun while we were away.” Lady winked, smirking at them.

Hawks aimed a pointed look at her messy hair before glancing at Mirko’s smeared lipstick.

“Not as much fun as you two had, I’m sure.” He shot his friends a smirk of his own.

Lady blushed; Mirko just chuckled.

“Say, you guys didn’t tell me you knew my number one hero!” Syren piped up, placing a hand on Hawks knee.

His heart skipped a beat, both at the title and her touch.

“To be fair, we also didn’t tell him we knew his number one celebrity crush either.” Mirko replied.

Whelp, guess I’ll just die of embarrassment now. Good bye cruel world.

Before he could commence with dying, however, Syren nudged him.

“Your celebrity crush?” She quirked a brow playfully, but he could see the hopeful gleam in those crystal eyes of hers too.

“Guilty as charged, Angel.” He grinned back at her.

The pair held each other’s stare for a beat until Mirko coughed something that sounded a lot like: “She’s single!”

I swear I’m gonna skin this rabbit.

“So, since you two got acquainted, I take it Shiro told you about her birthday party coming up?” Lady asked, leaning forward on her elbows.

“She did, and I agreed to come.” He replied, coolly.

“I can’t wait for you to come!” Her bubbly tone didn’t match the suggestive glint in her eyes or the way she licked her lips slowly as she glanced at his.

Was everyone at this table conspiring to kill him slowly or what?

Mirko smacked her his arm.

"Hey, you better not be coming to the birthday girl's party empty-handed either, Hawks!"

He smacked her back. "C'mon Cotton Tail, what do you take me for? Of course, I've got something special in mind for the lady."

"Oooh!" Syren bounced again. "What is it."

He turned to her, playfully wagging a finger in her face.

"Nuh uh, Angel, it's a surprise. You'll find out soon enough. Promise."

“OK Hawks," she smiled back. Her voice rolled down his spine pleasantly. He had a sudden urge to hear her say his real name the way she said 'Hawks.'

She laid a hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as she leaned forward. His golden-brown eyes dipped straight to the abundance of cleavage spilling out of her low-cut gown.

"Now that you know what I like, I can’t wait for you to give it to me.”

Hawks: -3

Miku: 1,000,000,003

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Scent. a Haikyu!! Fanfiction pt.12

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“No, I haven’t tried it out yet. I’m thinking of doing a blind playthrough”, I muttered into the mic after catching the question about an upcoming game in the chat. My eyes flickered over the messages that were incoming quickly, but most of them were just reactions or weird requests, so I took a sip from the energy drink on my table and kept my eyes on the monitor. “Shirois joining us for Among us later, you guys can ping her on the server”, I stifled a smile because I knew she was going to get spammed, but it was technically her fault for being late again. I had the feeling that I heard someone come in, so I retracted one side of my headset from my ears to catch who it was. “Who is it?”, annoyance in my voice as I was pretty sure I hung up my ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door. “Who do you think it is?”, Kuroo’s voice boomed through the room, not caring for a second that people might see him. “Ah guys, it’s just Kuroo” “What do you mean just Kuroo?”, he stepped closer to tower over my chair and leaned in closer to read the chat box, “Oho? That’s a lot of people! Hello~”, he chimed and grinned into the camera. “Alright, alright nobody missed you, go away!”, I grumbled, looking at the chat filling with messages for Kuroo now instead. Hearts everywhere. “Hmm~”, he got closer again, his hands clasping my shoulders on each side. I knew he wanted to get a reaction out of me, that idiot, but I’m not going to give him what he wants. “Looks like I’m more popular than you want to admit!” He pushed his weight onto me and I almost slumped into the chair, I forgot how massive that dude is. Annoying With a direct movement, I shoved my elbow somewhere into his direction as I heard a gasp followed by a low groan. Confused, I looked at the chat typing ‘oh’s and ‘shit’s as I turned around to find Kuroo clutching his shoulder with an expression that looked foreign to me. With s quick motion I pressed the button to disable my camera and muted my mic. Kuroos face tried to quickly turn into a grin as he rubbed his shoulder, but the strained muscles of his arm showed me something different. I scented the air and normally I would be met with the warmth of apples and cinnamon, a scent I found way too intense since childhood, but all that was left of it was a stressed and fouled apple. The cinnamon became so intense to a point that it hurt my nose and I stood up from my chair. With a couple of clicks I ended the stream prematurely, and my head snapped to the alpha still holding his shoulder. “Why did you end the stream?”, with a last hope of not starting this conversation he glued his eyes to the now black monitor. “What happened”, I snapped, sounding more angry than scared or confused. But I felt all of those emotions. Was it as bad as I thought? Maybe it was just a sprain? But the shoulder is such an important part of playing volleyball. Kuroo opened his mouth without looking at me and I shook my head, “look at me”. Reluctantly, he matched my gaze and I hoped my tired expression would overshadow my anxious mind. “It was a couple of weeks ago”. I kept quiet, urging him to continue. He sighed and sat down on the bed, his arm still supporting his shoulder. “I was just a small sprain in the beginning, the coach told me I could keep training. We played mock games a lot and had some matches outside of training. I think I either sprained it again or it got worse some other way, beacuse when I went for a block one day my arm was pushed back”. I winced and made a face and Kuroo nodded. “The athletic trainer and the doctors said it’s just inflamed, but that means no hard training for a month” A month. That’s way too long. “What about the tryouts?”, I mumbled. “I don’t know, I don’t think I can make it till then ya know”, he tilted his head back and a loose laugh came out of him, “Tryout are next week, I don’t think my shoulder will suddenly be all buddy buddy with me”. My eyes stayed on his shoulder, and I just now realised I actually hit him directly into it. My vanilla scent stifled, and Kuroo caught that. “It

doesn’t hurt anymore. Just when I move it too much”, a grin etched onto him, “or when I get hit into it”. My pity for him dissipated for a moment. Cracking jokes now, is he even an adult? “I guess I’m sorry”, I grumbled with a disgusted expression. “Hm”, he huffed out and his demeanor shifted back into a serious one. “Bokuto doesn’t know anything”. “Hah?! How?”, I took my headphones off completely and turned my chair closer to the alpha. “We were in different teams that day, the camp was almost over so I just sayd to him that I would train something else”. I.slumoed back into the chair. “Let me guess, yiu were actually doing physical therapy right?” Kuroo nodded, his head snapping to the door as someone came in. White chocolate wafted into the room as she walked in, her eyes trained on Kuroos shoulder. “Shiro”, I chimed. Her face contorted into a mix of no emotion and too much emotion, as she sat down next to Kuroo and kept looking at his injury. Slowly, she touched just above his collar bone, leaving the alpha to twitch a little and press his teeth together. “You”, clasped her hand on her mouth and stood up again. Walking toward me with a vacant expression and her scent getting almost mouldy she stood still and took in a deep breath. “Shir-” “HOW MANY TIMES DO I TELL YOU TO BE CAREFUL? HUH?”, her voice feeding into a screech and Kuroo winced and ducked his head. Her voice was not only angry, but incredibly soothing to me. Yet for Kuroo, it felt like nails on chalkboard. Sigma voice. Designed to let alphas have a taste of their own medicine and the only feature of voice thta calms betas. I almost snorted if it weren’t for the situation. Serves him right. “It was an accident”, Kuroo whisper yelled. “Then don’t get into accidents!” “That’s doesn’t make sense!” She huffed and plopped herself back onto the bed. “I really wanna hit you”. “Oh, go ahead Kenma already had his turn!”, Kuroo snickered and I groaned. A sudden silence fell over us, as we all contemplated what would happen next. It was pretty obvious that Kuroo would have to varsity out this semester. Technically, that wasn’t too bad. Still I knew that Kuroo would beat himself up anyway. Especially when Bokuto finds out, as they had both been roaring about the fact they could finally be in the same team. If the doctors estimate was correct, his shoulder should be better in one or two weeks, it would still not be the best idea to start a training as hard as varsity. “So, what are you going to do?”, Shiroasked, her voice calming down to her natural base. Exasperated, Kuro pushed his hands through his mess of a hair, pausing for a moment. “I’ll have to find something else to do for the meantime”. “What if you talk to the coach? They might let you try out later?”, Shiroinquired, but I already knew how Kuroo would react to that. First of all, the coach wouldn’t agree to that. Not he was overly mean or strict, but he was sure to give out few chances and not let others in whenever they wanted to. When the try-outs are over, they are over. And taken by Kuroo’s puzzled expression I was correct in my assessment. Kuroo won’t take pity chances. “The coach won’t do that anyways”, I muttered. “Exactly”, Kuroo let himself fall down onto the bed, “I’ll just try next semester”. “That sucks, I really wanted to watch the games”, Shirogrumbled and quickly caught her mistake as we both snapped our head towards her. “Oho~ So you like watching me hm?” “Stop I didn’t mean it like that!”, She shrieked as Kuroo loomed over her with his left arm spread out imitating some sort of monster. “I will fight you!”, Shiro put her hands up and readied herself. “Okay, you both forget that the big nerd is injured”. “Ah-” “Yeah right” Shaking my head I turned around in my chair, trying to leave the gnawing feeling of anxiousness behind me as I turned on my computer again. Let’s start this stream again.

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[braincoins]

“Sorry, do I... know you?” 

He turned to look at her and the first thought that came to her was ...and if I don’t, how do we fix that? He was tall, broad-shouldered - though she’d got that from seeing him from the back - and handsome, even though there was a scar on his face and some of his dark hair had gone white in front. 

He blinked at her, then cleared his throat. “Do you think I’m familiar?” he asked. 

Her eyes went to this throat. No collar. He was in a black jacket and dark purple shirt, black jeans and some dark gray sneakers that might have been white once. But nothing stood out, nothing jogged her memory.

She frowned and looked back to his face, trying to think. “Something about the eyes...” she murmured.

“Sorry?”

“Oh, uh,” she blushed, realizing what that must have sounded like. “I just... maybe your eyes look familiar? Ugh, that’s even worse.” 

He chuckled a little. “Don’t worry about it, Allura.” He started to turn away.

“WAIT!” She said it too loud for the quiet sanctuary, which was just empty enough to echo and just full enough for people to glare at her. “How do you know my name?”

He cleared his throat again. He might have been blushing? Hard to tell in the flickering candlelight. “I’m sorry. I should have said ‘Miss Fala.’ Force of habit.”

“Force of what habit?” she hissed at him. “You’re not making any sense.”

“Uh...” He looked around. “Here,” he said, indicating a door to one side of the dais. “We can go in there and talk. I doubt you want this discussed in public.”

He led her to the door and held it open for her, then closed it behind them and flicked on the lights. They were in an office of some sort. She eyed the certificates on the wall. “Isn’t this the priest’s office?”

“Yes,” he said. “But Father Sadler always liked me; I think he’ll let me get away with it, under the circumstances.” He leaned against the desk, sort of half-sitting on it. Long, long legs... focus.

“So?” she demanded.

“I was at your exorcism.”

She blinked. “What?” she asked with a nervous laugh.

“I wasn’t one of the priests carrying it out, but I was allowed to accompany them, as a seminary student.”

“I wasn’t possessed by a demon! Th-that’s...”

“You were,” he insisted. He held up a hand to forestall her protest. “I didn’t believe in it either, at first. But it’s hard to ignore it when you see it like that. Your eyes were bloodshot, your sclera were dark and your pupils glowed red like a hot coal. You spat and it burned whatever it touched. Perhaps the most compelling evidence was when the exorcism was finished. 

“Your skin had been... ashen, dry and cracked looking. Your lips looked like they were encrusted in vomit. And... well, I already described your eyes. The feeling of evil in the room vanished and... and you changed. You... looked as you are now.”

“As I am now...” she repeated, not really meaning it to be a question. She just... was taking in everything the young man was saying. 

But he seemed to take it as a question and he gave a clarification. “Beautiful.”

She blushed again and shook her head. “Sorry, I just... this is so hard to... why didn’t anyone tell me afterwards?”

“They should have,” he agreed. “The priests exorcised you, spoke to the family, and we left. I stayed and watched you a bit. You looked like you were asleep, but your eyes fluttered open briefly, and you looked at me, a bit dazed. And I...”

“...patted my hand and told me to go back to sleep,” she finished for him as it came back to her.

“Yes. And you did. Or you seemed to. I’m sure you were exhausted; from the reports of your family and friends, you were fighting your demon tooth and nail. I’m sure your efforts helped ours. Or, well, theirs. The priests’.”

“And no one told me?” She sighed heavily and looked through the floor, rather than at it.

“I suppose they wanted things to just try to go back to normal?” 

“No wonder everyone’s been acting so cagey lately. So... afraid of me.” She looked up. “Are you afraid of me?”

“No,” he said instantly.

“Why not? Everyone else is, and they’ve known me longer.”

“Because they saw what the demon did through your body, and even knowing it wasn’t you, some part of them still feels as if it was. It looked like you, possibly sounded like you. It’s hard for them to separate.

“I saw the demon, and then I saw it release its hold and set free the beautiful young woman in its clutches. I never thought of you and the demon as the same person. I have never had a problem separating the two.”

Back to blushing. “Should you be saying these things? You’re a seminary student, right? So, you’re going to be a priest one day?”

It was his turn to clear his throat, to blush (she was sure of it in the better light of the priest’s office). He looked away from her. “I... was a seminary student. Monsignor Dos Santos allowed me to go on the exorcism because I was questioning my faith. I suppose he thought seeing proof would settle my doubts. But that’s not how faith works. And, besides, after that...” He shook his head. “I only have more questions. I left seminary school the day after we returned.” He looked back to her now.

“Oh. So... now you’re...?”

“Out of school, unemployed, and trying to figure out what to do with my life. The usual, I suppose.” He chuckled dryly.

“Well, sounds like me,” she replied. “I lost my job and most of my friends. Wanna get a coffee and try to figure out our lives together?”

He smiled. “I’d like that, Miss Fala.”

“Almost-priests who helped save me from demonic possession get to call me Allura,” she told him.

He smiled wider. “Allura then.”

“But I still don’t know your name,” she prompted him. “If you said it at the exorcism, the demon heard it, not me.”

“O-oh no, I didn’t say it then, but you’re right.” He stood up and extended his hand. “I’m Takashi Shirogane, but most people call me Shiro.”

She stepped forward and took his hand in hers. “What would you like me to call you?”

He blushed again and said, “Anything so long as it’s not ‘late for dinner’.”

She groaned and he laughed and he held the door to the office for her again. “Is that what I can look forward to for your sense of humor if we start dating?”

“Hey,” he said as he turned the lights out and shut the door behind them, “look at it this way: if we start dating, I already know how to handle your... inner demons.”

Their laughter disrupted the penitents at prayer, but neither of them noticed as they headed out of the church.