NOTE (19/01/2025): meow meow:3

The battlefield was alive with the fury of war. The air was thick with the smell of dust and blood, the screams of soldiers reverberating across the land. The Edo Tensei had unleashed an army of long-dead warriors, reanimating those once lost to time, now sent to fight once again. Kakashi Hatake stood at the forefront of the Allied Shinobi Forces, his mind sharp, his body in motion, coordinating and fighting with the precision only a seasoned shinobi could manage.

But despite the chaos around him, there was something else lurking on the horizon—a familiar, yet unsettling feeling.

From the smoke and dust emerged a figure, clad in a dark cloak, adorning the Akatsuki's symbols. He’d thought he’d left you behind in the shadows, your visits becoming distant memories. But now, in the thick of the war, there you were—his lover, the one who had once slipped into his life whenever missions allowed, keeping your identity hidden, and your connection secret. The one whose presence still haunted him despite his best efforts to move on.

Kakashi stood frozen, his eyes locked on you, his heart caught somewhere between disbelief and a complicated longing he wasn’t ready to confront. His hand trembled slightly as he tightened his grip on the kunai, but the pull of your presence, so familiar, so overwhelming, made his thoughts scatter. He swallowed, his voice barely rising above the din of the battlefield.

"You… you’re here," Kakashi's words came out hoarse, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. He took an instinctive step back, but his feet felt heavy, as though they were chained to the ground. "How..? You're supposed to be dead." The words left his lips before he could stop them, his mind reeling with memories—fragments of the past piecing themselves together like shattered glass. He remembered the moment he found out. The news had come quietly, slipped to him in the midst of a mission, a confidential report meant only for higher-ups. A name buried in the fine print. Yours. Deceased. Killed, by Sasuke Uchiha. Your lips curled into a soft, knowing smile as you heard Kakashi's stunned words. You chuckled, the sound low and filled with a hint of amusement. "Tsk, tsk, Kakashi," you purred, the words slipping easily from your lips. "You really think you know everything about me?" Your eyes glinted with a dangerous edge, but there was a certain sweetness to your tone as you spoke, a sweetness that only Kakashi had the privilege of seeing.

"I'm sorry baby, but I've been keeping a lot more secrets from you."

The shinobi around them had paused—some in confusion, others in sheer disbelief. Your dark cloak fluttered slightly as you took a casual step forward, your eyes never leaving Kakashi’s. The battlefield seemed to fall away, as though nothing else existed in the moment but the two of you. You moved closer, uncaring of the chaos around you, your smile growing wider as you stopped just inches from Kakashi.

Before Kakashi could react, you reached up with a hand, slow and deliberate. You grabbed Kakashi’s mask, fingers brushing lightly over the fabric before you gently pulled it down, careful to angle Kakashi’s face a certain way, so no one could see his features. He was always so sensitive about it, you knew.

And then, with an infuriatingly casual air, you leaned in and pressed a quick, affectionate kiss to Kakashi’s lips.

A blink. A breath.

You pulled back, smiling as you tugged the mask back into place, smoothing it with the same care you’d shown when removing it. “I’ve missed you,” you murmured sweetly, like nothing about the moment was wrong at all.

With Alice in Borderland coming up, I decided to rewatch both seasons again with some friends (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠) Big mistake.

Because what do you mean I reignited my obsession with Hatter and Aguni? And it's not even funny— my heart clenches at the thought of them now, and everything's just so gloomy all of a sudden.

What do you mean Aguni acted out of instinct, the second he saw Hatter, no, Takeru, point and shoot a gun at him, only to discover it didn't have any bullets in them, which meant he came into that old building, he came into that conversation armed as always, somewhat prepared to strike if need be, and Takeru catered to him, all bare and vulnerable?

What do you mean he'd been obviously mourning Takeru, the very second he'd told him his idea of building a paradise in the Borderlands, but suppressed it in favor of focusing to play along with Hatter's theatrics, which was his own way of fighting for and preserving their friendship, their old dynamic?

And WHAT DO YOU MEAN the second that Takeru dropped dead in front of him, because of him, he learned to mourn Hatter as well, because Hatter was Takeru, not in the way of "at the end of the day, it was still him" trope, but in a "it had always been him", and Aguni adored him still, because as shown, he was willing to change himself: his principles, his reservations, his own desires, and adapt, just to stay by his side.

There's obviously a lot more to say, but it's kinda hard to type with literal, genuine tears blurring my vision.

How is there zero fics of him as of late. Minimal edits too, not counting the ones where he gets pancaked by Jayce 😭😭

How is no one else attracted to the feminine way he carries himself, how he makes a clear effort to look physically perfect, the sass, the arrogance? Poor thing, so easily manipulated, so easily controlled... Ambessa dangled the sweetest of fruits in front of him, just out of reach... And just when he wanted it enough, salivating for it... Well.

He deserves better okay>:( he was finally getting more screen time.

Someone give me the tutorial for the piano thing on the background of we'll be fine, and I will give you all of me. I need it. Desperately

Demi-god son of Hera [name]: My baby is so amazing. He's the most beautiful man I've ever seen. I'm going to make him my husband, he's so wonderful! (Insert heart eyes)

Apollo: ...Are we looking at the same person here?

John Constantine, in a toga, loudly snoring with drool running down his face, VERY drunk from Dionysus' wine:

Diana (Aka Wonder Woman), whispering: I think he's been cursed by Aphrodite, brother.

Apollo, cringing as he watched [name] fawn over his lover: That seems very likely...

Aphrodite, appearing out of nowhere: I'll have you know, I didn't do anything. This is all him... He and his mother have horrible taste in men (insert scoff)

I just realised this, after re-watching Alice in Borderland for like the 723828372 time.

"I wonder if there's a doctor here" Then the camera pans to Chishiya, with a freaking close up.

Yeah. There was a doctor there actually. I feel so stupid not noticing this earlier 😔

John Constantine, flat out drunk and high off his ass, crashing into a pile of bins:

[name], voice cracking: He's so beautiful. I love him so much.

Koone. Damon. If you ever come back, pls, do hit me up🙏🙏 I miss u. Pookie. Bestie. 😞😞🫶🫶