#path to nowhere garofano

[idraw4fun]

can I ask for garofano? :3 need mamA

妈妈 :)

[orhnee]

INHUMAN [SERIES]

reader: none of them are normal

reader: are you sure you sent me to the right world?

cutie system: according to the data collected, i am 99.9% not mistaken

reader: what about the 0.01%???

cutie system: 🤷‍♀️

reader: 😦

summary: you're chosen as the test subject by an entity with a cutie system as your companion, traveling world after world but the premise is that...— no spoiler (〃´▽`)

notes: this is basically a PTN AU with mostly the MOTHERS but zoya is an anomaly, she's a father. i'll add more if inspiration hit me in the head. a little warning, content might get a little bit dark starting from garofano parts. sooo.. this idea came to life because i've been too engrossed in chinese novels, especially quick transmigration (QT) hehe. it can be QT and also standalone. please be patient since this is my first time writing a series, update is uncertain when.

ZOYA

where do you think you’re going? the frost paralyzed your steps, rendering you powerless, then she appeared before you.

GAROFANO

you're not allowed to leave me. full, warm, impossibly gentle.

JELENA

be obedient, and i will not take your soul.

OAK CASKET

don't resist, don't hesitate, don't make me force you... gulp it down...

SHIN

i'm going to eat you up piece by piece, so you'll belong to me completely.

[shrimshrim4fun]

PTN woman with Christmas: Headcanons

Note: Happy late Christmas! This is gonna be the Christmas special, I hope you enjoy ^^

Featuring: Adela, Shalom, Coquelic, Zoya, Garofano

Adela:

-When she lived alone she didn’t do too much. Maybe a few small decorations lying around her house to bring in the festivity. Definitely buys those little Christmas bird decorations. If you search “Featherly Friends Birds” you’ll know what I’m talking about. She also names them and has one at the door so when she leaves she bids it goodbye.

-After you came into her life, she definitely upped up her game on decorations because now she has someone to celebrate it with. A tree which you two will decorate together, drinking hot cocoa, and baking cookies. She loves watching Christmas movies with you on the couch.

-Did indeed try to get her own tree but your jaw dropped when she pulled out her shears and tried to aim for the throat of a pine tree. But you two did go pick out one together after persuading her. She was more than excited to go pick out the perfect one to place in your shared home.

Shalom:

-She is the master of choosing gifts for others. Her gifts aim right for your heart if you will. Noting details through the year and coming up with the gift for everyone. There’s not one person that was sad or didn’t like the gift she chose for them.

-You two dance a lot with Christmas music on her record player. Usually a classic song as she runs her finger through her collection. Taking your hand in hers she guides you to the living room floor and let you two drift along with the music. “Let us sway along with the beat, as the best way to celebrate the holidays is…with you.”

-She’s not really the type to go play in the snow due to how cold it is and she’s afraid you’ll catch a cold. But did indulge a little after seeing you beg her. Using sticks to draw little drawings in the snow.

Coquelic:

-Does not enjoy the snowy weather because she has to wear thicker clothes. Complains about it as you bundle her up. You had insisted turning the heater up wasn’t enough and that she was shivering a few minutes ago.

-She cannot wrap presents for her life. The edges are poked out and it just doesn’t look…good in one way or another. And always gets frustrated after the second try which usually leads to one of the other Garden members or you to do it before she starts cussing the gift out.

-Does find it amusing when the Garden members start to play in the snow. She does soften a little as she sees how happy they are. Laughing together and safe. And of this softness ends when one of the snowballs hits her.

Zoya:

-Makes you two kiss under the mistletoe, ofc a fake one. During this time of month she carries one around with her so she has an excuse for more affection.

-Big fan of playing in the snow, especially snow ball fights. She’s usually pretty light with her hits not wanting to hurt you but if one of her members throws a snowball at you, shes full force snipping them in the face or the balls

-During this time of month you will hear showered and when I mean showered i mean you will be bombarded by gifts the whole month. From the minutes it turns December 1 she has a present for you already. If you think she doesn’t give you enough presents you will be wrong. All carefully picked by her and has this big grin on her face when you open it

Garofano:

-Oh the mom she is 😞 Very busy during this time of month. She’s making clothing for everyone in the Garden, baking treats, setting up decorations. But she’s very happy doing these things because it’s for her family, the people that rely on her.

-The pro at wrapping presents. I guess it’s just a mom ability that just happened 😭 The edges are neat, no creases, and all of them look so pretty. She brushes it off like it’s nothing but secretly baths in the praise you give her

-When you asked her what she wanted for her present she placed a bow on your head before asking “am I greedy for asking for you?” It indeed made you blush and she chuckled before placing a kiss onto your head

[bloom-into-blue]

ℂ𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕕

Summary: a chance meeting, a lucky run in, whatever you wanna call it. There's a gorgeous lady before you and... Thinking is hard. Just feel? Easier said than done.

Contents: just Garofano meeting the reader in her tailor shop! Reader is referred to with feminine gendered terms.

Word count: 1.6k

Author's note: I wanted to put something out as i mentioned before, and honestly, Garofano is one of my favorite ladies... First sfw fic of the blog. Can you believe it? Wild. Anyway, it is currently minutes before Valentine's so this makes sense to my timezone.

To say life has been kind would be a generous statement.

When you wake up, the sky is barely turning into a pale shade of orange and blue hues, though you can barely even notice it when one of your pillows is inexplicably covering half your face. Your neck aches, sore from whatever shitty position you assumed during your sleep. The worst part is that you know you can't linger on this too much, not when there's your university assignments looming in the back of your mind, ever present and ever the pain in the ass.

…Then, as you take your phone to check exactly how long you have until your suffering begins, you realize it.

It's a day before Valentine's.

Your body is so used to the stress of university that it forgot you're currently still on vacation.

It's hard to avoid a small chuckle to yourself, when your worries shift from impossible professor standards to instead focusing on what you'll wear for the party your friends are planning for two weeks from now. Maybe life isn't so unkind, actually, even if the specific look you want is something you can only achieve by commissioning a tailor. The details aren't too worrisome, not when you've saved up enough for it.

Then, your memory jogs again, making your nerves freeze before you’re bolting out of your messy bed, hair equally tousled up.

You've already scheduled a meeting with a seamtress.

It's taking place in two hours.

—-

The first thing that hits you is the smell of carnations, potent as it envelops you the moment you step into the tailor shop.

Then there's the bell that rings above you, which prompts a woman older than you to glance up from her spot at the front desk, eyes kind and a sweet smile ready at a moment's notice. The first thing you can think of is how utterly gorgeous she is. “Welcome, dear,” she greets with ease brought by experience, most likely; even her voice is gorgeous, damn it. “What brings you to my shop?”

You honestly got lost in the sound of her voice, deep and rich, enough so that you forget English is a language you can – and should – speak right about now. “Uh… I came by the other day. ‘Nother lady, like… helped me book an appointment,” you manage to mumble as you take in the woman doing her best to attend to you. You remember the last time you dropped by, when a woman with straight, black hair told you the seamstress in charge wasn't available at the moment, but would be sometime soon, so booking an appointment would be a most excellent choice.

Now, standing in front of a goddess with curly, violet hair, it seems as though you can finally meet the seamstress you've heard so many positive comments about.

The lady before you chuckles as she covers her mouth with her hand, refined as a noble. Christ, how are you going to survive this. “You must be the girl Sumire talked about, then. Come on then; we wouldn't want to take your measurements when the glass outside doesn't shield you,” she prompts kindly, stepping closer and going as far as to set a gentle hand on your back as she guides you to a section of the shop that isn't visible from the outside.

“Y-yeah, thank you, miss…” you trail off, unsure of what to call her.

“Garofano, dear,” she fills the blank with a smooth wave of her hand and a charming smile. You have no idea if she's aware of the effect she's having on your heart or not, she doesn't let on even a little bit! The warmth on your cheeks is probably a dead giveaway to your current state though…

When you arrive at a more secluded area of Garofano’s shop, she doesn't waste a second before grabbing whatever she needs, though… you're not proud to admit the way your eyes take in her figure. For a brief moment, you think you catch her looking at you from the corner of her eye, but as quick as it happens the moment passes, leaving you flustered and trying to tear your gaze away.

Once Garofano finds the measuring tape she was looking for, she turns to you with a smile wide enough that the crow's feet around her eyes are noticeable. God, she's so beautiful– focus. She just spoke.

After waiting for a moment, she seems amused by your puzzled reaction if her velvety chuckle is anything to go by. “I said, take off your coat, dear. I can't measure you well enough if you're all covered up,” she teases softly. Oh god, Garofano's aware and she's fucking with you.

You comply with her instructions in a hurry, left now with just the tight-fitting clothes you were recommended for this appointment. It feels… like you're more vulnerable than before, even though you're still clothed. Perhaps it has something to do with the violet eyes taking in your figure.

Garofano reaches for your hand and guides you gently towards a small podium in the middle of the room, measuring tape in hand and glasses you hadn't seen before atop her head. “Please, tell me if anything I do makes you uncomfortable. I would loathe to make a lady as beautiful as you uneasy,” she murmurs against your ear before carefully unrolling the tape and beginning her work properly. Thank god she moved away, otherwise she would've felt how your ears are almost burning up with how flustered you are.

If nothing else, at least you're going to remember this throughout all of Valentine's day. Her hands feel so gentle… You chastise yourself internally; she's a professional and you're making this weird! You have to stop thinking about how hot the older lady is! When she kneels behind you with a quiet grunt, her hands are ever careful as the tape brushes against your covered leg… No, stop, you're thinking too much!

She probably noticed how tense you are. Garofano's voice is far gentler when she tries to break the ice. “So… I was told you wanted a suit that fit you as comfortably as could be, while also making sure it looked good on you. May I know the occasion, dear?”

At least you can answer that. “Uh… My friends and I are throwing a party? It's supposed to be casual, but some of us insisted on formal wear, and… Well, here you have me,” you explain before ending it with a sheepish chuckle. “Can't really find suits that fit me well enough, y'know?”

Garofano hums quietly, her hands around your waist making you let out the tiniest little breath. “I do know that particular struggle. At least I can help you in this case,” she replies, her hands gently moving to wrap the tape around your waistline. She's behind you, but you can feel the little pauses she takes to jot numbers down, and by god, you wish you could see the way her glasses look atop her nose. When she starts measuring you up again, you could swear she's taking longer than before for whatever reason…

You hope to god you're not making all the tension up.

—-

The measuring is over in about half an hour, and you're sure those thirty minutes of your lifespan evaporated alongside a few years thanks to the intensity of this gay panic.

“It should be ready in about a week, miss. Please, don't hesitate to come to me in case of any concerns you have,” Garofano said with a soft smile, taking off her glasses as she walks you to the front of the shop once more. You were right, the sight was as beautiful as you thought it would be while it lasted.

You realize… maybe you do have one concern.

“Look, you can tell me off if I'm weird about this, please make sure to turn me down if I'm, like, completely off-base here or if I'm being creepy or whatever, I would absolutely understand if you thought I was being too forward, like way too forward actually–”

“Sweetheart,” she cuts you off with a worried frown instead of that lovely smile. “Breathe, please. In… out.”You're out of breath when she calls you out, so with a quiet whine you nod and do as requested, feeling some semblance of composure arrive, so it brings a smile to your face when her lips quirk up in response. “Now, you're welcome to ask whatever it is that's on your mind.”

The reassurance isn't enough by a small margin, but whatever courage you manage to have is slightly emboldened by taking another deep breath. “Ma'am, you're stunning. I… Forgive me if I'm overstepping any lines, I just think– Um… If it's no bother, how would you feel about going out with me?”

You barely have time to process you wouldn't even be able to take her to the fancy sort of restaurant she deserves for a date, not with the shitty pay you get at your job.

It's… it's better to be upfront about that, so you steel your nerves before Garofano can answer, though you do find her surprised expression more than a little adorable, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. She's as gorgeous as she's cute– focus!

“I can't really take you to some five star restaurant… I know it's honestly a pretty bad offer, you should just forget I brought this up.”

Before your spirits can somehow deflate any more, Garofano takes a step forward and the sound of her heels shuts your train of thought down immediately. “Darling,” she begins with a gentle tone and a smile that is equally as sweet, “I don't think of myself as a woman who needs the highest luxuries. You're a beautiful prospect, I will gladly give you that.” The chuckle she gives in response to your flabbergasted expression is worth any sort of embarrassment you could've felt this entire morning. “Perhaps tomorrow could be a good time for our… date?”

The widest smile rises to your lips at the generous offer.

Maybe Valentine's day won't be so boring for a change.

[purpleberiii]

"Calling the sinners by their correct name"

☆Prompt: How would the sinners react to you calling them by their correct name.

☆Warnings: Nothing too intense, a hit of pain towards the cinnamon rolls (Hamel, Anne), mentions of Chelsea having lots of sugar babies (including you)

☆Includes: Hamel, Anne, Bai yi, Shalom, Eirene, Chelsea, Cabernet, Oak Casket, Garofano, Sumire.

HAMEL

Hamel is a pure innocent baby; one whom you adore to death. While she's mostly quiet, she's very chatty with you, not the type of chatty to talk your ears out, but Hamel would express how she feels with you.

When you called Hamel by her right name, she was dumbfounded. You usually called her sweetheart, or dove so hearing you call her Hamel made her immediately think she did something wrong.

"I don't like that. Please don't call me Hamel," she pleaded with you, her eyes teary. Guilt immediately took over your body and you had to comfort her and tell her she did nothing wrong.

ANNE

Anne is just like Hamel but she's much more talkative, even in public. Anne is not afraid to let anyone know that you are hers. Your relationship with Anne was quite the sweet one and you would act like a caring wife towards her even though you both only started dating for months.

When you called Anne by her right name, it took her a few minutes to process what just happened. "Did I do something wrong my dear?" She asked in a small voice. You knew to yourself that she was as innocent as an angel so it hit you in the guts when she used such a small voice. Like Hamel, you had to comfort her, the guilt crushing your soul for hurting such a small adorable baby.

BAI YI

Bai yi knew she was a case to deal with and she took it upon herself to annoy you or tease you everyday. She absolutely loves it when you shower her in cute nicknames and affection.

So when you called her by her right name, Bai yi chuckled before saying, "Oh? What's up with you?" She didn't take it to heart when you called her that but if you kept calling her Bai yi, she might just die.

SHALOM

Shalom is the type of lover to give you all sorts of nicknames and for her, just one nickname would do, 'Darling'.

"Shalom." When she heard her right name come out of your mouth, she'd just stare at you until you finally call her darling.

"I was beginning to think you didn't love me anymore," she sighed dramatically.

EIRENE

Eirene is a busy woman, she hardly had time to spend with you due to her work but nevertheless she loves you to the core.

When you called her by her right name, she didn't bother with it; well on the outside atleast. On the inside, she's panicking, asking herself what she did wrong. She checked back on her previous interactions with you, ensuring that she didn't say anything wrong.

When you told her it was a joke, then she'll be the one to call you by your right name until you beg for her to stop. She enjoys seeing you beg. She's not mean tho :/

CHELSEA

Sugar mommy Chelsea is such a kind and caring person to all her sugar babies but you are her favorite.

When you called her Chelsea instead of Sugar mommy, expect to be bombarded in a ton of questions. "Is the food not to your liking?" "Did I do something to upset you?" "Is anyone being mean to you?"

When you didn't give her an answer that satisfied her, she tried her next strategy, gifts. Lots and lots of gifts that made the other sugar babies jealous of you.

How could her attempts not sway you? You had to tell her it was a joke and you felt had that she bought all of those gifts, but she didn't.

CABERNET

Oh boy don't mess around with those woman. Although she loves you, calling her Cabernet is a crime.

Like all the professionals you'd have to call them sir/miss, you HAVE to call Cabernet sweetheart.

"Cabernet." "That's sweetheart to you, little one," she pointed her staff to you in a threatening manner.

From that day onwards, her real name was never used again (by you atleast).

OAK CASKET

This woman is such a calm and composed woman. She gives off a motherly figure vibe so hearing you call her nicknames like 'darling' or 'love' or 'honeybunch' will absolutely make her fall even deeper in love with you.

When she heard you call her by her right name, she'd simply chuckle and say, "what have I done to upset you my dear?"

Things like that wouldn't bother her because she knows what when she's ready for you, you'd be definitely forgetting her name.

GAROFANO

She's just like Oak Casket but a much less more quiet version. Hearing you call her Garofano wouldn't bother her, until she realises you weren't going to stop calling her that.

She loves the nicknames you give her and it makes her feel much more loved for so with a slightly upset expression, she'd ask, "Why are you calling me that?"

When you realised that she didn't like it, you stopped and immediately apologised. She forgave you of course but warned you to never do it again.

SUMIRE

Pretty girl assassin has alot on her plate but always makes time for you. She loves having you rest upon her lap while she talks and rambles about her missions.

She seemed so engrossed in telling you how her mission went, it took her a few minutes to realise that you called her Sumire and not 'baby'.

"But I am your baby. Not Sumire," she'd stare at you, letting out a small sigh before plunging on top of you and prepping your faces with kisses, apologising for making you mad even though she did nothing. You just wanted to see her reaction to it.

A/n: took a few days to write this but I still don't like it 😭

[shalomsexual]

NEIGHBOUR NEXT DOOR

Prompt: In which Reader and her kid just moved into the neighbourhood and is welcomed by the sweet older woman next door. As reader settled in, she began noticing her neighbour's behaviour has changed.

Warnings: Possessive Garofano, G!P Reader, mentions of death, drug abuse...

Game: Path to nowhere

Modern Au!

The chirping of birds awoken you from your deep slumber. A heavy weight pressed down on your chest as you looked at your four year old sleeping peacefully, her tiny arms gripping your shirt. You sat up slightly, gently laying her down on the side of the bed before getting up.

Your wife had passed two years ago, and living in your previous city wasn't working out for you. Everything seemed to remind you of the woman you once loved. Her death didn't come off as unexpected. You knew she was bound to die sooner or later from all the drugs she took. It never registered in your brain as to why she would take so many. You may sound like a monster for thinking that it was better off this way, only because she never paid attention to your daughter; always neglecting her of the parental guidance she needed or the love and care she needed. It was all left on you- not that you minded though. Your kid is the sweetest human on the planet so it wasn't hard to take care of her on your own. But that was all in the past. As you moved to this new neighbourhood, you were determined to start afresh, giving your daughter the life she deserved.

You started off the day with a warm cup of coffee and made breakfast for the little angel for when she'd wake up. The boxes that contained your stuff was left unattended too as you had only arrived yesterday. Looking at it with a sigh, one by one you began unloading the boxes, attempting to make everything neat but unfortunately for you, you had problems organising stuff. Feeling frustrated, you kicked an empty box to the side and your actions were cut short by the ring of your door. Straightening out yourself, you opened, only to be greeted by the sight of an older woman. Her purple hair was tied with a dark green ribbon and her skin was as white as milk. Her purple eyes had a hint of softness and gentleness in them as she gazed at you, holding a box of freshly baked cookies. "Good morning dearest. I assume you're the new neighbour?" She asked, smiling.

You cleared your throat and smiled. "Y-yes I am. I'm Y/n. I just moved here yesterday."

The said woman chuckled at your flusteredness and couldn't help but muse with a teasing glint. "There's no need to be flustered y/n. I'm Garofano. I brought you some cookies as a welcome gift to the neighbourhood."

You took the cookies with a smile and as you were about to speak, you felt a tug on your pants. Looking down, you saw your daughter rubbing her eyes. "Mommy, you left something on the stove..." she mumbled. Your eyes widened as you quickly ran into the kitchen, completely forgetting to turn it off after cooking.

"Sweetheart! Tell the nice lady to come in!" You shouted from the kitchen.

Your daughter looked at Garofano before smiling. "Hi! I'm (whatever you wanna name her). Mommy says you can come in." She opened the door slightly wider for Garofano to pass. The said woman absolutely adored kids. She would make clothes for the kids in the neighbourhood just out of the goodness of her heart.

As Garofano walked in, she noticed the mess the apartment was in and couldn't help but smile a little. After all, she knew how first times can be for moving in, especially with a child to take care of. "Sorry about the mess. I was trying to pack my stuff up but I have trouble with organising things..." you rubbed the back of your neck in embarrassment.

"Ah. I completely understand. If you like, I can help you." Her offer seemed so good but you couldn't burden a stranger with your troubles.

"Yes please do. Mommy can't do it all alone." Your daughter smiled widely making the older woman's heart swell with joy.

With a brief introduction of your daughter to Garofano, the two of you began packing, with Garofano giving you some tips. The little chore had drawn you closer to the woman, making you get to know her. It seemed like it was in fate's plan to make you two meet as you both suffered the same incident- your spouses dying.

As Garofano listened to you talk, she couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness welling up inside her. It was strange to feel this way about a stranger but to her, you weren't a stranger- not anymore atleast. She just hoped you didn't consider her a stranger too.

You offered to cook lunch for her as a thank you and she happily agreed. Your daughter had wiggled her way into Garofano's heart in a short amount of time. The three of you ate lunch and conversed and it was safe to say, you and the older woman had gotten close since then. Real close. And as time flew by, you got comfortable about her, sharing your personal feelings from time to time and she returned the same. Eventually, she began looking after your daughter, giving her the care and love a mother should- not that you didn't. You were just more into the fatherly role like teaching her how to ride a bike, taking her to school and what's not.

Garofano fell. She fell hard. Never in a million years did she thought she'd fall for someone THIS hard. It was like 4th of July when she's with you. It's like the moon who needs to sun to shine. That's what she felt about you and she was sure to let you know in all ways. But you being your oblivious self, couldn't pick up on the hints. It boht frustrated and aroused Garofano. To have someone so cute and obvious in her grasp was like hitting a jackpot to her. She would sit close to you, always touching you some way or the other. It didn't matter, she needed to be close to you. Your oblivious also had a limit. There were times where you'd notice her behaving strangely, like glaring at any woman talking to you, intentionally brushing against your member. You didn't question it though, only thinking it might be your imagination.

"Garofano, do you like my mommy?" Your little girl asked Garofano who was reading a bed time story. You were downstairs cooking dinner for you two as you had invited her over once more.

"Do you think I like her sweetheart?"

"Well... you always seem to be happy when you're around her. And I think she feels the same way."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. Will you be my new mommy?"

Garofano smiled before kissing her head. "We'll see when the time comes." She soon joined you after the child had fallen asleep. The aroma of delicious good filled her nostrils and she couldn't help but sigh in delight. "It seems lovely in here, honey."

"R-really? Thank you. Is she asleep?"

"She's sleeping like a baby."

"Good." You took out the food before serving it to her. Once you both were seated, you continued. "Thank you Garofano. These past few months have been enjoyable for her. She's never really had a motherly figure in her life and you've really filled the part."

"Did I? I'm glad I can be able to help her even though I'm not her real mother. It fills my heart with joy when I'm with that little bundle of joy. She's a sweet child and she'll forever be happy."

Garofano looked at the way your eyes softened ever so slightly. You had always seemed to become a different person when it's anything concerning your daughter. It's one of the things that made her feel deeply attracted to you. "You're also a sweet person. From the first day you came over with the cookies. It showed me how good of a person you are." The countless phrasing praises were thrown back and forth at each other. Once dinner was done, she offered to wash the plates and you cleaned up around the table.

You walked her to her door, though it was only a house away, you felt it was the right thing to do. "Thank you for having me over, darling."

"Anytime. I enjoy your company. Alot." Her eyes shone upon hearing your statement.

"Really? That means alot." Silence fell among you two and slowly, under tension that was there, you leaned in, until your lips met hers. She didn't react much, only pulling you closer by gripping your collar. Your arms wrapped around her waist as you hugged her closer. When breathing became a problem, you pulled away. "Oh my~ you're very bold." She mused, her finger tips touching your lips. You smiled and playfully bit her finger.

"I just love being bold to hot people." That was definitely a lie. You didn't even know where the confidence came from but you were just glad it showed up at the right moment. "Be mine, Garo?"

"Oh dear I was always yours from the start. When I saw you, I didn't want anybody else, except you and now that I have you, I don't plan on letting go."

[chiefscufflink]

#5

Married to garofano <3

[ptn-imagines]

Can I request hcs for Garofano with a F!Chief who has very soft spot for her? Normally Chief is pretty strict and don't really bend the rules but she developed deep feelings for her and it shows as she sometimes pretends not to see her breaking the rules. Thank you!!!

Ah, Garofano. Like all the adult members of the Garden, I'm besotted with her -- and I also happen to think she looks really good with her hair down and covered in blood. Needless to say, I liked her interrogation. Enjoy your headcanons!

Strict F!Chief who has a soft spot for Garofano

While Chief is still known for her kindness, she is also known for her strictness. She’s far from cruel, but she doesn’t really tolerate breaches of the rules or pointless messing about.

It doesn’t matter who you are – B-Ranks and S-Ranks are treated the same. There is no difference between a Sinner who has been at the Bureau for years versus one who was detained yesterday, save for some official lifting of sanctions the former might have acquired through being on their best behavior.

Even someone like Hella has to be very careful with what boundaries she pushes. Chief isn’t afraid to discipline her Sinners, though not in an unkind or disproportionate way. She’s just… stern. Some of the Sinners find it endearing.

Of course, this strictness just makes it more obvious when the Chief allows one particular Sinner to bend the rules – Garofano.

Though her interactions with the assassin seem quite ordinary, closer scrutiny will reveal that it’s not what she does, but what she doesn’t do. Garofano seems to be able to break the rules with impunity (as long as it concerns Chief; Nightingale still has no problems with disciplining her).

The tailor isn’t a particularly disorderly sort, which probably helps the Chief with overlooking her transgressions. For Garofano, “rule-breaking” mostly consists of being in out-of-bounds areas, or lingering out past curfew on a dispatch mission.

Not so long ago, a simple dispatch mission that Garofano, Coquelic and Sumire had been sent on due to their relevant skills had lasted until well after midnight. Such an incident should’ve warranted thorough questioning about their whereabouts if not stricter punishment, and indeed, when she looked at Sumire and Coquelic, the Chief was frowning. Then, her eyes fell upon Garofano, and her stern expression melted. She didn’t question them at all, simply muttering that it was late and they should get to bed right away with no detours if they weren’t hurt.

Garofano herself doesn’t have much of a proclivity for mischief, but she’s able to bargain for some protection for the more troublemaking members of her family – mostly Coquelic and Gekkabijin. It’s common custom for a Garden member to recruit Garofano into their hijinks if they’re planning on getting into trouble, since even if all she does is smile and sweet talk the Chief a little, it can protect them from all but the most serious of transgressions.

A lot of Sinners are envious of Garofano, and a lot of staff are exasperated by how soft the Chief is on her. However, pretty much everyone who isn’t aggressively territorial over the Chief agrees that they hope something comes of the likely-mutual feelings between Garofano and the Chief. The latter is always so tense all the time; surely having a girlfriend would be good for her to relax. And as far as Sinners go, Garofano was one of the less out-there choices, as long as you were willing to overlook her profession… and Chief clearly was.