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oh my god haku’s laugh at the end i’m gna cry

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[Spoiler] Day 141 Bedtime call
4. bondage (haku x reader)
kinktober at darkwick academy series! (there's a subtle plot for this series! masterlist is here)
you go on a mission to tackle the source of the aphrodisiac anomaly with the hotarubi ghouls!
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say you'll remember me
⭢ haku x mc, 3.1k
He looks up then, your prince on one knee, the moss of his hair made grey by the pink glass of sunset. If you don’t look too closely at the shopping bags on his wrist and the white block heels in his hand you can almost see an alternate future where he is holding something else, something velvet and small and full of promise for a future you will never have. or: you are cursed, and terribly, horribly in love with haku kusanagi. on ao3 here | masterlist.
thinking once again abt the secret candid warding card...
i. You are cursed, and terribly, horribly in love with Haku Kusanagi.
You sit on the smooth Hotarubi floor and watch the deft of Haku’s fingers fold his laundry. The rain drums itself between the both of you, and you pretend not to notice the way your heart folds itself smaller and smaller every time he looks up, flicking a smile through the threads of your conversation.
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tossing the sketch practice here because I will not be able to develop the skills needed to render this satisfactorily anytime soon but I need to get this out 😔
So... what if Haku’s the traitor? What would he do to MC 🤔?
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the thought of ep21 haku. the dragon horns the whole costume get up oh god haku
🔞🌶️ haku thoughts below sorry head in hands
pov you're throwing a halloween party and your friends who a) are dating and b) seem sweet but you KNOW are freaks deep down show up late, dishevelled, and looking a little too happy
the thought of ep21 haku. the dragon horns the whole costume get up oh god haku
🔞🌶️ haku thoughts below sorry head in hands

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as hotarubi’s vice captain, your boyfriend can be quite busy sometimes… but he never fails to make sure you’re updated on absolutely everything he does.
the other on my heart
⭢ haku x mc, 2.1k
If you are sliced open right now, you think, if you erupt into flowers right this moment - you will bleed the same gold that shone in Haku’s eyes that first day on the train, the same gold that shines now whenever he looks at you, all affection and adoration, devoted and devout. or: Haku’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel, and… on ao3 here / masterlist.
belated birthday fic for @ghoulspaw but i'm two months late (;´ - `;) happy birthday ily!! inspired by this one mel post and haku's affinity 11 voice line about the woes of the people and our screaming crying throwing up in the dms about driving!haku with his hand on your thigh... thank u for screaming w me abt haku always… haku gfs club 4ever... i hope u enjoy!!
“That should be all,” Haku says, surveying the trunk.
It is packed full of tightly-taped boxes, brown cardboard tops messily labelled in a chicken-scratch scrawl barely readable by dim streetlight. You squint at the top-most package, and check the last item off your list – red mizuhiki strings, requested by Festival Stall #28 – then click your pen shut.
“That should be all,” you confirm.
Haku reaches up to slam the trunk shut.
Evergreen
Summary: It’s Haku’s birthday. Something few acknowledge and even fewer understand. But you remembered. Beneath the wisteria tree, you give him a small, handcrafted gift: a pair of charm earrings made from red and purple silk, threaded with meaning and hope. In that twilight space between incense smoke and fireflies, you speak truths he’s tried to ignore and in return, he gives you a moment you’ll never forget. A gift returned. A bond sealed. A thread tied.
It was already twilight by the time you found him.
The fireflies had begun their nightly dance around the wisteria tree behind Hotarubi—a towering, ancient thing draped in cascading lavender blooms that shimmered in the fading light. Despite the still air, its blossoms swayed gently, as if stirred by something unseen.
He is leaning back lazily against the bark with incense smoke curling around his fingers like a familiar friend.
Haku Kusanagi. Impossible to predict. Even more impossible to forget.
He didn’t look up when you approached. He didn’t have to.
“You’re here,” he said, his voice low and velvety. “Took you long enough. Were you debating whether I’m worth the effort?”
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help smiling. “You noticed?”
“I always notice you.”
Your breath caught, just for a second. But you recovered, stepping closer and kneeling beside him on the cool mossy ground.
“I brought you something,” you said, pulling a small box from your bag. “Happy birthday, Haku.”
He finally turned to look at you. His sharp eyes—green with flecks of something old and glowing—narrowed slightly, unreadable.
“No one usually remembers,” he said after a pause. “Or they pretend not to. It makes the day pass quicker.”
You swallowed. “I didn’t want to pretend.”
There was a beat of silence, filled only by the low rustle of leaves above and the faint chime of spirit bells in the distance.
Then he reached out, brushing your fingers lightly as he took the gift. The touch was featherlight but lingered long enough to make your heart trip.
He opened it slowly. Nestled inside were a pair of handcrafted earrings—thin, delicately shaped threads of crimson and violet silk, each bound to a small silver ring and threaded with tiny onyx and amethyst beads.
They weren’t identical—but they were unmistakably a pair.
Haku held them between his fingers, tilting his head as the light caught the threadwork. His expression, usually unreadable, softened.
“…Red and purple,” he murmured. “Aren’t you bold.”
You smiled nervously. “I remembered what you said before. Red thread for fate… and purple for protection. Amethyst wards off bad spirits, right?”
He was quiet. His thumb brushed over one of the earrings, slow and almost reverent.
“They say the red thread of fate ties people who are destined to meet. It frays, tangles… but never breaks,” you said quietly. “And purple’s for nobility, too. For the heart. I guess… I just wanted you to wear something that felt like a charm. A wish.”
A breeze passed through, fluttering the wisteria blossoms above.
Haku looked at you—not teasing, not lazy, but still. Present.
“…You gave me a pair.”
“I thought maybe… you’d wear one. And I’d keep the other.”
His eyes flashed with something unreadable—but it burned, just for a second, like something fragile being stirred awake.
“I see,” he whispered. “Then I’ll wear it on my left. Closer to the heart.”
He let the gift rest in his palm, then gently closed his fingers around it.
“Most people avoid the past. You look it in the eye.”
He tilted his head, golden eyes meeting yours. “That’s dangerous, you know.”
“Only if the past still controls you,” you said quietly.
He laughed—soft, breathy, almost startled. “You’re not like the others.”
A breeze swept between you then, carrying a strange warmth despite the hour. Above, the long wisteria petals swayed like silken ghosts, as if listening in.
“You always talk like someone who’s trying to understand me,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, half-lidded gaze locked on yours. “Why?”
You hesitated, heart thudding. But it was his birthday. If not now—then when?
“Because you pretend to be lazy and indifferent, but you’re always the first to notice when someone’s hurting. Because you look like you’re floating through life, but you're carrying far more than anyone knows. Because…”
Your voice softened, almost breaking.
“Because I think you’re lonely, and you don’t want to admit it.”
For a moment, he didn’t move. The silence was so deep it nearly hummed. Then—Haku reached out, more boldly this time, his palm cupping your cheek like he’d done it a thousand times in another life. His thumb brushed just beneath your eye.
“You really shouldn’t say things like that,” he whispered, voice unusually unsteady. “You’ll make me fall for you.”
The words struck like a bell across water—clear, trembling, impossible to take back.
You didn’t look away. “Maybe I want you to.”
His gaze lingered—watchful, searching. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, in your fingertips, everywhere.
Then his hand slowly fell, dragging a whisper of warmth across your skin. He looked away with a soft, resigned exhale, like the moment itself had left him defenseless.
“…I’ll remember this,” he murmured. “Tonight. You. This gift. Even if everything else fades, I’ll remember this.”
The incense by his side burned low, its ember faint, glowing like a dying star.
You thought that would be the end of it.
But then Haku reached back into the gift box you’d given him—the earrings still resting inside, silk threads trailing like twin fates.
He held one out to you.
“The right one,” he said casually, but his voice had a lilt to it. “It’ll suit you.”
You blinked. “Me?”
He rolled his eyes fondly. “Didn’t you say it yourself? A pair. One for you, one for me. That’s what makes it a charm.”
You hesitated, then leaned forward.
Haku moved slowly—not like he was stalling, but like this was some private ritual, older than both of you. His fingers brushed your ear as he hooked the crimson-and-violet earring into place, careful, gentle.
“There,” he murmured, his voice quieter now. “Left thread for me. Right thread for you. That way, even if we walk opposite paths…”
His eyes met yours.
“…we’ll still be tied together.”
Your breath caught.
The petals of the wisteria tree rustled overhead, the incense thread burned its final curl into the night, and for one fragile moment, you wondered if you’d ever felt more seen.
Scarlet fate Fragments of the Past / Hiiro no Kakera 4 / Shirahana no Ori
Original title: 白華の檻 ~緋色の欠片4~ Genre: otome, history, romance, drama Age rating: 12+ Length: Large (30 - 50 hours) Developer: Design Factory Co., Ltd. & Otomate Publishers: painted_phoenix Platform: PC (Windows 7, 10) Language: English interface and text, Japanese voices Contact: painted_phoenix
Description: Tamayori hime is the priestess who's in charge of sealing the sword that might bring the end of the world. To do this, she bears her loneliness and everybody's sin without complaint. However, everything changes when she meets a god in the middle of a snowy night. Gentouka has the power to grant immortality, and has been chased around by the government officials. And following his lead, more trouble and complications enter the life of the priestess.
The 4th installment brings gamers into the glamorous and decadent Heian period in this bittersweet love story.
Links: Yandex
I would have never followed this project to its logical end if not for these 3 points:
1) The main heroine, who outdoes lots of otome MCs. I’ve never seen such a marvelous combination of beauty, intelligence, decisiveness, and kindness. She always keeps her cool, makes rational decisions and, most importantly, fights for her happiness. Shiki isn’t some Holy Mary – she is ready to kill in the name of everything she holds dear. She’s neither an ice queen, who never cares about the people around her, nor a damsel in distress, who expects to be rescued by some knight in shining armor.
2) The plot, filled with drama and twists. Based on Japanese folklore and history, the game has many fights, intrigues, betrayals, and deaths. This VN has a very depressive mood. There are dark themes, war, murder, betrayal, crimes. For the soul of each characters lies the sin of varying severity.
3) Thanks to Liz, artist, Shiki Ugaya now has her own sprite in the game. Capturing Shiki’s very soul, she created various facial expressions that fully convey Tamayorihime’s personality.
Major advantages of the PC version over the PSP version:
1) While the PSP version doesn’t have the heroine’s – Shiki’s – sprite at all, in the PC version, Shiki’s sprite has its own place on the screen. This became possible thanks to two talented artists: Aanu was responsible for Shiki’s face and gave her 72 different heartfelt expressions; Aigul created Shiki’s poses and different physical states, as well as designed all of her stunning clothes.
2) Aigul created sprites for Shiki’s mother, young Akifusa, young Shiki, young Tomonori, and designed different visual elements for other characters.
3) The PC version has a custom design of all gameplay elements – from the user interface to side frames.
Some bugs:
0) The game is now in open beta testing, but stable performance of all its routes is confirmed. 1) Sometimes the game can just up and freeze on you without a reason, reboot helps. ヽ(。_゜)ノ 2) Opening settings on an animated background is not recommended. 3) Too much skipping can result in a crash. Consider saving data every time you get a choice option. 4) The game can sometimes prevent you from creating a new save slot and only allow saving data in an occupied slot, forcing you to rewrite existing save data. I didn’t manage to reproduce the problem, but try to avoid saving in the middle of the action on the main screen and when the ‘skip’ button is pressed (regardless of the route).
Some errors:
1) Error file not found:./data/scenario/system/plugin_third.ks Place the attached file here: /data/scenario/system/, error should disappear. Source of safe files:
Disk:\Users\(Your username)\AppData\Local\tyranoscript
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