#[ my deepest apology for the wait T_T]

[mpx-susanoo]

Stir It Up

A continuation from here with @mpxkaya

Among all creatures he had stumbled over, god-human hybrids were so far the most fascinating. And troublesome. And contradictory. 

In each and every of them, war and peace were waltzing. Some floated along an ethereal rhythm, others spinned over a demonic fairground melody. There was greatness and there was darkness, constantly battling for the throne of body and soul. He sensed it, saw it, the struggle of a suppressed power inside the demigoddess gazing at him. Something sublime, promising, reeking of destruction, a dark greatness screaming to break free. 

It must be terrifying as well, Susanoo assumed, since what in chains often were feared the most.  

Toying the glass of wine in between his fingers, the Japanese god waited for Kaya’s response, to which he beamed, as bright as sparkling sea surface underneath the mid-summer sun. 

“I am of the belief that when those deepest, darkest secrets of yours get loud enough, you should let them out. But…" his eyes bored into hers, his gaze soft, eerie, embodying a moonless night at the open sea. “Whispering your sins to a trustful companion, or letting them explode like a bomb for the whole world to feel, only you know which is the better choice, yes?”

There was something in the cocktail he was taking, or because her curiosity was tickling his, that Susanoo drifted to the greater depth of his volatile ocean, taunting her to follow. The demigoddess’ next question was considered with a grain of playfulness, his head tilted for dark ocean eyes to take in a different angle of her face, his long delicate neck exposed, and the tip of his dainty index finger dipped into the cool, transparent surface of the martini.   

“What would you say if I said I do not see any corners of you that are empty?” He queried, more of a spoken wandering thought than a real question, his voice carried the silkiness of the black shirt he was wearing. “We just need to help you stir it up, you know. Friendship, love, sex, dramas, the most humane things you can list. Or something exciting, like…”  

Susanoo shifted his eyes to his cocktail, where his finger was lazily twirling in the liquid. He stopped, lifted the finger up, and watched as droplets of martini slowly drifted down back into the glass. Gracefully, the god raised his hand, his soaked fingertip gleamed under the gentle lights. As if only waiting for the cue, outside the bar, a rumble drummed behind the night sky, and the trees swung softly in the embrace of mischievous winds. 

“...Power?” 

He turned his head to look at Kaya again, a layer of playfulness was still filming over his face. Then, without breaking eye contact, Susanoo flicked his wrist, his palm opened skyward. A bolt of lightning momentarily lightened up the night, thunder followed, and rain began tapping against the glass windows.

[sayuricorner]

Rise of the TMNT X TFA: Former cybertronian gladiator!Splinter(Lou Jitsu) AU: One-shot 1 - A Blast From the Past (Megatron’s version)

Hamato family’s cybertronian forms       One-shot 2: A Blast From the past (Splinter’s version)

AU concept

Warning : English is not my first language so sorry if it's confusing ! 😅  

Hi everyone! Here’s a one-shot I wrote for the AU! ^^

This one-shot will be about Megatron’s past with Lou Jitsu in the gladiatorial arena! Hope you’ll like it! ^^

(And I hope I get the characters’s personality right or didn’t at least wrote them too OOC! T_T)

If you want to use this AU go ahead, just tag/credite me in return please! ^^

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“-My glorious lord! We just got a report from General Strika on team Chaar’s mission!” Lugnut announced to the warlord.

“-A report you say…” Megatron said from his throne.”Show it to me!”

“-Right away oh Lord Megatron!” The cybertronian cyclops exaggeratedly bowed before going toward the monitors to activate them.

The video showed General Strika with a grave expression on her face.

Megatron frowned, Strika was a femme who was always serious but when she had this expression this mean things didn't go as planned.

"-Greetings Lord Megatron ! This with displeasure and regret that I announce you that the mission to secure the Space bridge end up in a failure due to unexpected interferences!" Strika exclaimed.

Megatron frowned at this statement, "unexpected interferences"? What could it been? From what Shockwave reported to him only a little team of Autobots was in the sector, nothing that a team like team Chaar couldn't handle! Did those blasted Autobots used some new secret weapon that even his best spy wasn't able to find out about?

"-On the mission, we were engaging against the autobots team, team Athenia, and tried to secured the space bridge!” The video continue.”But then four unknown mechs appeared out of nowhere and attacked our team using fighting techniques we didn’t recognised!”

This statement confused Megatron, “unknown mechs using unknown fighting techniques”.

“-With those unknown mechs and the autobot team getting the upper hand we got not other choice but to retreat!” Strika explained, her faceplates becoming sourer.”In the name of all team Chaar I’m expressing to you my deepest apologies for this failure! As general I accept the responsibility of the failure of this mission! We are now heading back to the headquarters and will be waiting for your next orders my lord! I also send with this report the video surveillance of the ship’s exteriors which show the mechs who attacked us! Strika out!”

As the video shut down, Megatron just stand on his throne frowning.

“-Blitzwing! Show me the recordings that general Strika send!” The warlord ordered.

“-Yes Lord Megatron!” The triple-changer obeyed and turned on the video records.

Megatron stared at the now playing recording, it was showing team Chaar fighting an autobot team, the decepticon team seemed to get the upper hand until four mechs suddenly attacked the decepticon team, just like Strika said in her report. 

The warlord's Eyes narrowed at the video, those mechs didn't appear to belong to any faction as they didn't seem to wear any factions symbol which mean they’re more than certainly neutrals, they looked rather young, probably barely younglings, their group was composed of both warframes and civilframes, a rather strange composition as warframes and civilframes being willingly in the same team was rare, even for neutrals…

The mysterious mechs shared similar green and brown paint jobs and each of them had a color specific to them.

The tallest of the group, a car warframe, had red, the second warframe, a copter, had purple, the first civilframe, a car, had blue and the last one, a civilframe and minibot, orange.

But what get Megatron’s attention was their way of fighting.

It wasn’t any kind of cybertronian combat style he saw before!

And yet… It was familiar…

Keeping looking at the recording with more attention, Megatron then noticed a symbol on the mysterious mechs’s chest plates.

A circle divided into five slices with a dot on each slice.

Megatron’s optics went wide, those combat techniques, this symbol…

“-Lou Jitsu?...” Megatron whispered in shock.

At the mention of the name, both Lugnut and Blitzwing quickly turned from the monitors toward their lord, Lugnut’s optic was wide in surprise as well as Blitzwing’s.

Megatron just stood here in silent, still staring in shock at the still playing video.

“-My lord?” Blitwing Icy’s confused voice broked Megatron from his shock.

The warlord regained his composure and quickly get up from his throne.

“-I’m retiring in my quarters! Do not bother me unless it’s important!” Megatron ordered in a, strangely, calm voice.

“-Yes(glorious) lord Megatron!” Both Blitzwing and Lugnut answered as Megatron left the throne room.

Once he entered in his quarters, Megatron reflected in silence on what he just so.

He then got remindings of his youth during his times as a gladiator long time ago, when his life took an unexpected turn, when he met HIM.

(Flashbacks)

He remember the gladiatorial arena, the smell of dust and energon, the cheers of the crowd, the constant fights, the imposing presence of the area master…

As long as he could remember, this was all the things he knew in his early days, fighting as a gladiator and fighting for his survival for the entertainment of the crowd and the arena master.

The gladiatorial arena he was in was a very harsh environment where only the strongest survive and the weakest beat the dust.

This is in this environment that one day HE appeared.

A blue and orange car civilframe with a symbol of a circle divided in five slices on his chaste plate, wearing ridiculously big stylized yellow glasses and harboring a smile full of determination and arrogance.

When he first arrived, Megatron didn’t paid him much mind, didn’t even really bother to remember his designation, nobody in the gladiatorial arena did, civilframes never lasted long as gladiators, they were way too weak and not build up to face warframes and in everyone’s optics this civilframe wasn’t going to make exception. 

That’s was until the new comer’s first fight, during which they realized how wrong they were.

Megatron remember how shocked he was when this civilframe, this very small civilframe compared to the gigantic warframe he was facing, beat his opponent with a ridiculous ease and using fighting techniques he never saw before.

It reminded him a bit of the ninjabots fighting style but at the same time it was different.

And with this way of fighting, the civilframe was able to easily take down his opponent like it was nothing.

Like he was invincible!

Since this moment, the civilframe’s designation was in everyone’s mouth: Lou Jitsu!

A strange designation for a cybertronian.

Megatron, although impressed by Lou Jitsu’s abilities, haven’t tried to talk to him, in the gladiatorial arena it’s was everyone for themself, gladiators weren’t up for such things like “Comraderies” and were rather messing with each other.    

However, Primus seemed to had other plans as one particularly event brang Megatron to get to know Lou Jitsu.

He was in one of the training rooms preparing himself for his next fight, he have been a gladiator for a good time now and was beginning to build himself a notoriety as a gladiator as was even on good tracks to become one of the arena master’s “champions”.

However, this also made him a target for the other gladiators.

For gladiators being a champion was the ticket for glory with “luxurious advantages”, Megatron always thought those to be a bad joke. What is the use of glory and luxury in the detriment of freedom? But it wasn’t like he had any choice, none of the gladiators had.

By so, a lot of them were ready to do anything to level up their chances to become one even to the point of putting the dirtiest stunts.

Which is why that day, Megatron have been beat up by two other gladiators who profited from him being alone in the training room to take him by surprise.

The young gladiator tried to face them, unfortunately, due to the surprise ambush the two aggressors didn’t let him the time to fight back and were even laughing at him and taunted him for “his weakness” as he was heavily injured by their punches.

“-Ah! Not so great now, are we Megatron?” One laughed.

“-Look at him! Looking like his is about to “break apart”!” The other joined before smiling sinisterly.”How about we test how much his body can take? I’m sure once he is in bits the arena master will gladly remove him as a potential champion! Weaklings are no use among gladiators after all!”

His accomplice grinned at the suggestion.

“-Good idea! Let's see if he is this tough!”

Megatron tried to free himself as one of the gladiators lift him and trapped him with his arms as the other was in front of him and was getting ready to begin to throw the punches.

Megatron just gritted his dentas and stared at the gladiator in defiance, he wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of showing he was in pain! they could hit as hard as they want, he will not break down!

He. Wasn’t. Weak!

But as Megatron was getting ready for the first impacts, a small hand, very small compared to the gladiators, was grabbing the gladiator’s in front of Megatron hand, stopping him from punching Megatron.

“-Now, now! Is this really how you should treat one of your gladiator comrades?” A familiar voice with a foreign accent playfully asked.

Right there was standing Lou Jitsu holding the gladiator’s in front of Megatron fist with a surprisingly strong grip and looking at the three of them with a smirk.

The two aggressor stared at the civilframe gladiator before the one who Lou Jitsu was holding the fist frowned and scold.

“-Tch! None of your business Lou Jitsu So if I were you I’ll go bother somebody else!” 

The second aggressor then tried to pull away his fist, only to realise that no matter how strong he would pull, Lou Jitsu kept a strong grip on his fist.

“-You know…” The civilframe started in a strangely calm tone.”I am someone who don’t usually lose his temper very easily, despite what I show of me, I’m open minded and comprehensible and know when to had some common sense…”

For some reason this was begin to make feel the two aggressors very uneasy, Megatron swore he could feel the atmosphere becoming very thick and almost unbearable.

“-But if there’s one thing I hate it’s cowards who use such shameful tricks to get what they want even if it’s mean attacking and hurting others, so here’s how it will go!”

The three other gladiators’s optics became wide at the darker and threatening tone in Lou Jitsu’s voice.

Ever since his arrival in the gladiatorial arena, the civilframe had always be nonchalant and easy going, no bot ever saw him angry, or at least “angry serious”.

“-Either you will let him go WITHOUT making any kind of damages and leave without making a fuss… Or you decide to be stubborn and I’ll gladly show you what I do to the lot like you!” Lou Jitsu warned as he cracked his knuckles.

Megatron stared at the scene in apprehension, like everyone else in the arena, those two idiots witnessed Lou Jitsu’s fights, they knew what he is capable of when he is his nonchalant self would they be stupid enough to take the risk to try to take on him when he is this unusually serious?

The response came quickly as he felt “idiot N°1” quickly drop him on the floor and leave the training room with “idiot N°2” as if they were chased by scraplets.

Groaning a a bit in pain from the beating from earlier, Megatron was about to get up when he saw Lou Jitsu, having once again his confident smirk on his face, right in front of him and extending a servo to him to help him to get up.

Although wary, Megatron took the servo and easily got up.

…Just how strong was this civilframe?

“-Well, I think those two will not bother you for a good while! Not with the scare I gave them!” Lou Jitsu laughed.”Anyway, you alright there buddy?”

“-... Nothing that I couldn’t handle…”Megatron answered stoically.

“-Eh! I guess so!” The civilframe laughed before extending his servo in salutation.”Megatron right? I don’t think we really introduced each other! I’m Lou Jitsu nice to meet you!”

The gladiator stared confused at the civilframe’s friendliness for a few minutes before ending up returning his salutation gesture and shaking his servo.

“-So am I!”

From this meeting, Megatron and Lou Jitsu crossed paths more than one time as if fate wanted to make sure they would interact as much as possible.

The greediness of the arena master even made them “roommates” much to Megatron’s annoyance.

If one would ask him from his few “meetings”, Megatron found Lou Jitsu… Rather annoying!

The civilframe was abrasive, arrogant, over-confident and on top of that: He. Wouldn’t. Stop. Talking!

And he was forced to share his “dorm room”, his only space of peace, with him.

For hours Lou Jitsou would talk about his “homeworld” about how he was apparently a celebrity, a “very talented one” in his own words, how he get in “this world” thanks to a weird artifact and how a misunderstanding lead him to become gladiator among a lot of other things about himself in a very abrasive manner.

Megatron was doing his best to just half listen to him and honestly he was wondering how much of what he was saying was actually true.

Then, one day, Lou Jitsu found out some of his poems.

For a long time, he found himself a passion for writing, especially poetry and had wrote a bunch of them some were about space, the flora and fauna of Cybertron and also about an utopia of Cybertron where everybot could be what they want to be regardless of their frame type.

This was, however, a hobby he kept a secret and his writing hidden in his “room”, having been constantly denigrated in the past as “a warframe has no place being an artist nor an intellectual”.

So when Lou Jitsu found out some his writing, Megatron expected to be laughed at.

What he didn’t expected, however, was to get genuine compliments from the civilframe for his writing.

Lou Jitsu actually liked his poetry and even said he had a great potential…

He didn’t know what to think about it…

Since then every time he would write something, Lou Jitsu would insist on reading, the civilframe would be excited when learning Megatron wrote something new, he would even reading it out loud, reciting it in a theatrical manner.

One thing he could give to Lou Jitsu is that he was a good speaker, listening to him reciting his readings was very entertaining, more appreciable than listening to his bragging anyway.

“-You know, your writing is very good!” He remember Lou Jitsu tell him one day.”Maybe when you’ll be able to leave the gladiatorial arena you could try to publish your work?”

“-Really? You think a warframe would have a chance to be published?” He asked sceptical.

“-Pffha, that’s bollocks! Let me tell you one thing Megs! If a civilframe like me can kick the aft of warframes way bigger than me, you, a warframe, is capable to write amazing writings and get recognition for it! I mean those poems are proofs of it! As your friend I’m telling you this: you had a big potential as an author and you shouldn’t let frame prejudices keep you to develop this potential!”

This statement put Megatron into a lot of thinking, never in his existence somebot actually encouraged him to do what he wanted despite his frame type, it was confusing and… Kind of nice?

And “friends”? Lou Jitsu saw him as such? He doesn’t really remember what happened nor when it happened which made them “friends”, he didn’t recall anything special happening which made Lou Jitsu see him as a friend… Was Lou Jitsu just the kind of bot with who it was easy to become friend with?

Truly, Lou Jitsu was a mech very hard to understand!

As time passed, the two have gone through a lot of battles becoming famous champions in the gladiators world, the arena master even put them in co-op fights for more entertaining fights.

One of those fights made them face Lugnut back when he was known as the gladiator, the “Kaon Krusher”.

The fight has been rough, even back then Lugnut had always known to be very brutal, however Lou Jitsu and him have been able to take him down and win the fight.

He always wondered if they didn’t had damaged to cybertronian cyclop’s processor as ever since the fight Lugnut idolized them both, particularly Megatron, putting them on a pedestal and showering them in admiration and praises much to Megatron’s embarrassment and Lou Jitsu’s amusement.

During those times he also get to learn more about Lou Jitsu, where he was from, what he was, thought, he don’t know if everything the civilframe told him was true… Because, an organic who became a cybertronian? Seriously?

There has been nights during which he also got to see his "hidden" side

During those nights, he would find himself bringing an overcharged Lou Jitsu, by high grade gifted by fans, back to their dorm room after finding him lying down in the middle of the battle Arena and "stargazing".

In those Lou Jitsu would blather a ton of confusing things like how Megatron was "the best buddy he ever had" or "if he ever had kids one day he will make him their godfather" whatever all those worlds mean.

He would also sometimes becoming suddenly sad and burst into cries about "family sacrifices" and "his regrets" and would trap Megatron in a tight hug.

The young gladiator would just awkwardly let him do it, he wasn't able to get him to let him go anyway, until the civilframe passed out.

Thanks Primus, all this happened sometimes at night and in their dorm room, Megatron didn't know if he would have survived the eternal embarrassment if anyone saw them during those moment.

He was also very grateful that Lou Jitsu always acted the next day as if anything which happened the night before didn't happen.

As Time passed and the two's nautoriety as gladiators became bigger, Megatron's distaste for Cybertron's society growed bigger and bitter.

He standed less and less the way warframes like him were treated and wished more than anything than to overthrone this foolish government and crush them under his peds.

He began to write more revolutionary essays against the autobots politics, against the class system and preachings about freedom for all warframes which lead him to write his most important work.

"-"Towards Peace" uh?" Lou Jitsu commented as he read the title of his latest work."Well, let's see how it's goes!" He added with a smirk.

As he startled reading the text the way he always had done, Megatron smirked as he listened the civilframe.

He was quite proud of his work and the more he hear Lou Jitsu recite it, the more confident he became about his convictions to get rid off the current cybertronian society and it oppressive system.

“-”Be happy in your work, they say, for it enriches you. Be grateful for your alt mode, for it defines you. Be thankful for the system-it protects you. Be mindful of your betters- they think for you. I say enough. Reject your work. Reject your alt mode. Resist the system and your “betters”? You have none. We are all equals. And we have a right to decide how to live our lives.” Megs, this is amazing! Probably one of your best writings!”

“-Thank you! I’m quite happy with the text myself!” Megatron nodded.”Though, it’s only a first step of what I want to accomplish, if I am out of there one day, I plan to shake Cybertron to it’s core and eradicate all this oppressive class system and change everything for the best of the cybertronian kind!” He explained stoically.

“-You had big ambitions, I can tell! As for getting out of here, well, I would be you I wouldn’t say“if”, in fact getting out of there should happen really quickly!” Lou Jitsu cryptically said.

“-What do you mean?” Megatron asked confused.

“-Oh you’ll see! Just wait my fight against Bonecrusher tomorrow!”

The fight against Bonecrusher, he would never forget this fight.

In this time, gladiatorial fights were losing popularity and were on the verge of disappearing, so, in a desperate move to revive the gladiatorial fights and keep his arena alive, the arena master decided organized a big event, a fight between two massive champions: Lou Jitsu and one of the biggest champion of gladiators, Skullcrusher.

And to spice the event, the arena master added an award: the winner of the fight will be granted freedom and one wish that the arena master will grant no matter what it is.

At the time Lou Jitsu’s cryptic words confused Megatron, he couldn’t understand what the civilframe’s fight against Skullcrusher had to do with him getting his freedom back.

The response only came the day of the fight.

In the arena the fight intense, the public was over-excited as Lou Jitsu and Skullcrusher fought with an extreme violence while Megatron and the other gladiators were looking from the “backstage”, which was just a fancy word for the brigs build around the arena.

Lou Jitsu seemed to had difficulties despite holding up well the pace, which was not really surprising.

Skullcrusher was known to be an extremely violent gladiator who was rumored to be so brutal with his adversaries that he even reduce their bodies to dust which grant him his designation.

Then suddenly, Lou Jitsu got trapped in Skullcrusher’s grasp, everyone on the arena was holding back their breath at the sight of the giant gladiator tightening his grip, menacing to break the civilframe into bits at any moment.

But, as everybot thought this was the end, Lou Jitsu then let out a cry which is still marked in everybot’s CPU to this day.

“-HOT SOUP!!!” The yell resonated in all the arena as Lou Jitsu suddenly freed himself from Skullcrusher’s grip with an newfound strength.

His adversary, shocked by this turn of event, tried to attack again only to be caught short by Lou Jitsu who hit him with a gigantic strength with a metal bar which was in the arena.

Everybot could only stare in shock and amazement as the civilframe fought Skullcrusher with a power which was nothing like they ever saw before, Lou Jitsu was stronger, faster and more agile and was fighting with the most mundane things which fall in his servo and turned them into deadly weapons.

Finally, when a beaten up Skullcrusher fall on the arena’s floor, the verdict came up.

Lou Jitsu won.

At the victory, the public exploded in joyce, celebrating Lou Jitsu’s victory’s, even the other gladiators were celebrating.

In the whole arena could be hear Lou Jitsu’s name in acclaim over and over.

This was until the arena master make sign to the public to calm down and then standed up toward Lou Jitsu with a solemn expression.

“-Gladiator Lou Jitsu!” The arena master announced.”You had fought and defeated the gladiator Skullcrusher in one of the most impressive battles that this arena got the honor to hold! As promised to you and all the bots present today, you are rewarded with freedom and the right to ask for ONE wish! Anything you’ll ask for! So tell me great champion, what does your spark desire for?”

The whole arena got silent, everybot was waiting in anticipation what Lou Jitsu’s wish would be.

The civilframe smirked at the arena master and after a few seconds of silence begin to speak.

“-Arena master…” Lou Jitsu begin, the tension was getting thicker on what the wish could be.

This is when Lou Jitsu announced what will change the whole cybertronian society forever.

“-I, Lou Jitsu, wish for all the gladiators to had their freedom back and that each of them receive a good monetary compensation for all the time they were forced to fight in this arena!”

Megatron remember how shocked everybot was, him included when Lou Jitsu announced his wish, nobot expected him to make this kind of demand.

This was when Megatron realized.

This was what Lou Jitsu meant the night before, he planned to use his wish to free him, to free all of them.

The arena master tried to refuse the wish which didn’t surprised Megatron at all, the scumbag would rather drop deactivated than giving away his “business”.

What Megatron haven’t expected was for the audience beginning to protest the refusal.

First the protest begin with a young blue and white bot who looked like he was from the autobot academy, then others in the audience joined in and soon after the whole audience was protesting and booing at the arena master.

With the pressure of the protests, the arena master got no other choice but to give in and granting Lou Jitsu’s wish provoking the audience to burst into celebration, scanding Lou Jitsu’s name and were soon joined by the other gladiators, Megatron surprised himself joined them as well.

After all that all the gladiators were able to leave with a compensation like promised, the arena master have been fuming as all his gladiators left but there was nothing he could have done to stop them without taking the risk to feel the wrath of one them, especially Lou Jitsu’s.

This was when Lou Jitsu and Megatron parted ways, it has been weird for him after all the time Lou Jitsu and him have hanged out together, he could even tell he was… A bit sad to say “goodbye” to the mech who he saw as a “friend”.

Both, especially Lou Jitsu, wished good luck to each other for the future, Lou Jitsu with his quest to “find a way home” and Megatron for his “projects to change Cybertron for the better”.

He remember the last thing he say as they parted way.

“-Knock them dead Megs!” Lou Jitsu had said to him before leaving primus know where.

Time passed and Lou Jitsu was never saw nor here from again, but the civilframe gladiator definitely marked Cybertron’s history and was now known as a hero.

Time passed and Megatron trying to bring changes to Cybertron became bitter from the injustice of the system, seeing that reason wasn’t getting him anywhere, Megatron realized that violent means was the only solution, if the society didn’t wanted to change then he was going to force them to by conquering them.

This is when he joined the Decepticons, this is when he challenged and defeated that Megazarak fool and took his place as the leader of the Decepticons.

This is when he went from Megatron the gladiator to become Megatron the warlord of the Decepticons!

(Flashback end)

“-Mein lord do jou receive me?” Blitzwing’s voice from the warlord’s communicator interrupted Megatron’s reflection.

“-What is it? I ordered to not be bothered unless it was important!” Megatron asked irritated.

“-My deepest apologies lord Megatron! But ve just get an alert from ze spy scatelites! Four unknown mechs have been spotted on Earth and seem to fit general Ztrika’s description of ze mechs vho attacked her team!”

“-... I see… I’m coming right now Lugnut and you prepared yourself and wait for me! We will give those mechs a “welcoming committee”!”

“-At jour orders mein lord! Oooooh a velcoming committee? Iz there gonna had a party? I love parties! Especially zhose involving bloving up other mechs to bits! ahahaha” Blitzwing’s random persona commented as Megatron closed the line.

Megatron’s thoughts went back on the mysterious mechs and their potential connection with Lou Jitsu, it was a very long time since the last time Lou Jitsu was even heard of and he often wondered what he could have became. Could those mechs had a real connection with the former civilframe gladiator? Was this just a coincidence?

But if it’s turn out to not be a coincidence and those mechs truly know Lou Jitsu, would the presence of those mechs mean that Lou Jitsu was back?

This is something Megatron will have to find out, he was curious about what Lou Jitsu had became after all this time and deep down, he wouldn’t been against to see him again.

However, a traitorous little voice keep ringing in his CPU one single thought, a thought that the warlord was trying to ignore as he left his quarters.

“But would Lou Jitsu be happy to see you again after he learn what you became?” 

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Okay how about first cuddles with Bakugou? Like he is almost feral about being held and having reader snuggle into them. And then....then he realizes the powers of a good cuddle. His body relaxes and accepts the cuddles. You know, just Bakugou leaning how to be a soft boy. 🥰🥰🥰 Hope this helps!! Happy Writing!!

This T_T my heart absolutely melted. This was absolutely self-indulgent on my end and I’m so happy you requested it!!!!

I decided to make it a part 2 of this one shot since so many people asked for a part 2 🥰🥰🥰 Lol also it’s long so I’m sorry

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Friday Night pt. 2:

Third-Year Bakugou Katsuki x Third-Year gender-neutral Reader

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Genre: Fluff, pining, cuddles, first kiss, just Bakugou going feral when he finally gets cuddles

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Bakugou didn’t sleep like you thought he would.

Even with the fever ripping through his body, he laid there so peacefully. On his back, eyes scrunched shut, mouth in a thin line, the first time you had ever seen him not scowling, actually. It was like sneaking back into school after hours and watching the teachers work silently, in their natural habitats.

You didn’t know what you were expecting him to look like unconscious. Snarling snores, maybe. Resting on his stomach, gripping the sheets in his fists hard enough to rip. Probably thrashing, screaming and cursing at his dreams. Imploding smokey holes into the mattress.

But not...this. Not so peaceful, not the way he turned and slightly smiled at whatever his brain came up with. Not the way he would gently breathe in and out of his nose. Not the way his right hand sat limply at his side, his left crossed protectively over his worst wound near his stomach. Not the way his hair stuck out on the pillow gently cushioning his bruised face.

Neither Bakugou nor Aizawa would tell you how he got hurt, raising your suspicions. With graduation looming and the hero license exam nearing, you had figured your teacher had taken some of the top third-year students out for extra training. Bakugou had garnered more control over his quirk, granted, but he still needed the extra training. He liked to push himself too hard, take too many missions. Your outburst earlier in the evening sunk that into his thick skull. 

Some part of watching him felt wrong, knowing he would blast you into outer space if he caught you looking. But this was your job tonight, to sit by his side and watch over him as he healed. 

He suddenly gasped in his sleep, eyebrows furrowing as he clutched his deepest wound. The air rushed out of his now-open mouth, accompanying the slightest whimper. You lurched forward and activated your quirk, falling to your knees to look within him. 

It staked your heart to see him in so much pain, but nothing was wrong, just some blood rushing to his wound. Not too heavy to come through the bandage, though, so you blinked and let it be. 

And then you took a calculated risk. Maybe it was foolish, maybe it was wrong, maybe you thought “to hell with it” about his malicious tendencies. You knew it wouldn’t cure him, and you knew he would probably disintegrate you into a pile of ash and smoke, but you wanted to try. That tugging feeling in your stomach wouldn’t leave you alone, so...

You kissed him.

Well, his forehead. It was hot and dripping with sweat, and you knew it was dangerous, you knew his power was stored in his sweat, but you did it anyway. You had to. You had to try something to ease his pain. 

He shifted beneath your touch, and you dove back into your chair and tried to act nonchalant. 

Like that would work. Nothing escaped Bakugou, even when he slept.

His eyes peeled open, eyebrows quirked as he took in his surroundings. A brief whiff of smoke aired from his palms until he realized where he was. In “some extra’s dorm.”

“Hey--” his voice crackled like his bombs as his eyes fully adjusted to the dim lamplight. His peaceful facade remained. 

“Hey,” you whispered back. Even injured and half-asleep, he still intimidated you. 

“What happened?”

You breathed, relief flooding your core. He hadn’t noticed. “The pain woke you up. But you’re alright. Go back to sleep.”

His eyes trailed lazily across the room, until they met yours. Those crimson red irises could strike fear into the hearts of friend and foe, but when they looked at you, they were soft, confused, trusting. Sleepy.

“That’s not all.”

You settled back in your chair, fiddling with the wicker arms. “That’s what happened.”

“You kissed me.”

You suddenly prayed to every god that you would die. Shiiiiiiiiit, he felt that? 

Panic covered your hands, making you lose feeling in your fingers. A buzzer sounded in your head, like an evacuation alarm. You cleared your throat. You wracked your brain for an excuse, but came up empty. Lying to him was a surefire way of getting blasted through the nearest wall. And, if the way he looked at you was any indication, you’d better tell the truth. “Only on the forehead.”

Bakugou studied you. Now his eyes were calculating, cunning. Now you couldn’t tell if he were looking at you as friend or foe. “You know my sweat could blast your face off.”

It would be a mercy compared to what you were about to go through. “You...just looked like you were in pain. I wanted to help.”

He stared at you for a few more painful seconds. His gaze pierced your sternum like a knife. Then, as if Heaven itself opened, he smiled.

He smiled. 

“I wouldn’t mind another,” he murmured, turning his head back to the ceiling. Try as he might, you saw that grin, joining the blush running across his cheeks. As much as your crush feelings were hyped, you couldn’t help but feel more relieved at the fact that you were still in one piece. 

You crept forward, hesitant to do as he suggested. He was a bucking horse, a wildfire that changed direction with the wind. It was all you could do to avoid getting burned. 

As you leaned over him again, your size dwarfed by him, that calculating sheen stayed put. Was he going to burn you as you were defenseless? Was he going to blast you? He wouldn’t. He had better instincts than to hurt the very person taking care of his injuries as he laid helpless in bed.

But if he was being vulnerable with you, then maybe you should be vulnerable with him.

When you were just a few inches away, Bakugou’s eyes still open, he suddenly reached up and yanked your head down, interlocking his lips with yours. You sputtered, jerking to pull off, but his hand kept you there, eyes fluttering shut as soon as you made contact. After a moment, when you felt your soul reenter your body, you shifted to support yourself better, kneeling half-way on the bed, crossing your chest just above his.

He was warm. You could feel his warmth even while you sat feet away. Unlike Deku, whose skin was always cool and clammy, he was warm. Either by his quirk or fever or just himself, he was burning up, fiery to touch, like a cast iron brand digging into your side. That’s how he made his way in this world, torching the earth and salting the fields if he didn’t get what he wanted, setting off explosions to mold and shift reality into what he desired. He was molten lava, desperate, eager, wanting, burning and terrifying to touch, a spark set ablaze to decimate anything in its path.

Pulsating, and beating, and alive.

But when you lowered your fingertips to his shoulder, and you flinched--breaking the kiss to softly gasp--he frowned, focusing on your face, the way your eyes looked at your hand and how your sensitive fingers rubbed together.

“You okay?” he whispered, gravel voice hushed in honor of the moment.

You heard the pain laced beneath his voice and turned to look at him. Your hand fell on the mattress beside his chest. As his eyes bore into your head, you watched him, the way his muscles rippled, the way his very soul seemed enchanted by your kiss. If you activated your quirk, you were sure you could see the way his blood danced beneath his skin, the rush of chemicals to his brain, the excitement flaring in his nostrils.

He was an inferno incarnate, breathing and wild and alive, letting you touch him with all the slow calmness of an ocean breeze.

You slowly blinked, losing yourself in the imprint of his lips on yours. You unconsciously reached up to your mouth, tracing the outline of it with your fingertips.

As you make a sound of satisfaction, he smirked, trailing a hand up your calf to rest placidly on your thigh. “I said, extra, you okay?”

“Umm. Yeah.” Your eyes follow his hand, expecting it to burst like his grenades. “You’re just really hot.”

He scoffed, smacking your thigh--but gently, just feeling your skin. “Damn right I am.”

“No, not like that.” You rolled your eyes. “I mean, you are hot--attractive, I mean--but your skin...ummm, it burned me.”

“Oh,” he grunted. His eyebrows furrowed, losing that playful edge. He took away his hand, bunching around the sheets instead. 

You massaged your sore fingers as he contemplated. You nearly missed his hissed out, “Sorry.”

So it was a night of firsts--the first time he heard you curse, the first time you heard him apologize, your first kiss and his, too, as far as you knew.

“It’s okay.”

Bakugou moved, waving your helping hand away in case he burned you again. Once he sat up, he leveled his eyes to yours and very lightly, gingerly, took your hand and raised it to his pouty lips. You waited for the sting, but as he kissed your fingertips, all you felt was warmth, like molten chocolate, like a woolen scarf, like the sleepy feeling of an open oven door. 

He finished by rotating your hand in all angles and degrees, making sure to cover every inch of your palm, knuckles, and wrist in his love. The residual buzz traveled from your hand into your heart. 

“It’s my emotions,” he murmured against your skin. “My quirk acts up when I’m emotional.”

He kept his eyes nearly shut, only focusing on pressing more adoring kisses to your skin. When you returned your other hand to his chest, he shuddered, staring back at you with wide eyes. You saw what he was about to say--“Don’t touch me, I don’t want to hurt you”--and folded your finger against his lips.

“You won’t hurt me,” you whisper. “You’re powerful, but I’m not afraid of you.”

You moved your hand down and leaned forward, returning his kiss. The hand he once possessed smoothed under his jaw, outlining it with a finger to pull him close. You tasted the hesitancy in his lips, no longer masked under the bravado of his previous kiss, and smiled. You searched for his hand and found it, bringing it to your waist, giving permission to the boy who rarely waited for others’ approval. But he waited for you. He respected you.

I know you won’t hurt me. 

And that single move was when he realized he was so, so feral for your touch.

His long, powerful arms wrapped around your middle, hauling you completely onto the bed and scooting you into his lap, hugging you as close as he possibly could. There was no soft bone in his body--he devoured you, desperate for your love, your lips, you, you, you. A boy who had been scared to touch all of his life--knowing what it did to people, what he could do if he tried, the damage he even did on accident--was now clutching someone who wasn’t scared, someone who cared, whose hands knotted in his hair revealed just how desperately you needed him, as well. 

You filled him with your love, and he you, and you felt a tear escape, the kind that you cry when watching a sunset, or eating ice cream, or listening to your favorite song, when you’re so happy that smiling just isn’t enough.

Bakugou felt the wetness on your cheek and paused, cradling and dipping the back of your head so he could kiss it away. “What’s wrong, Firework?”

You veins ran hot at the pet name so naturally falling from his lips. “Nothing.” You smile, biting your lip. “I’m just happy.”

He nuzzled your forehead. “Good. Now, let’s lay down. You need to sleep.” 

You smoothed the bottom of your pajama shirt as he stretched to turn off the lamp. As you began to wriggle out of his grasp, he suddenly grabbed you tighter and held you as he shifted, lifting the blanket and dragging you both below. You began to protest on account of his injuries, but he squeezed you tighter against his chest. 

“I’m not letting you out of my arms again,” he whispered, with a kiss to the head.

Once you both were situated in the dark, you rested your head on his shoulder as he scratched your back. The long, slow strokes nearly lulled you into sleep, but one question filled your mind.

“Baku--”

“Katsuki.”

You couldn’t see him, but he moved his face nearer yours, catching your hand planted on his chest. “Call me Katsuki.”

“Okay.” The draw of his informal name sent a chill down your spine that you’re sure he felt. “Katsuki, why call me Firework?”

He smiled into your hair, shifting your weight onto him. Drowsiness choked his voice. “Because fireworks are beautiful, brilliant, and I like to look at them.” His knuckles found your cheek, and he brushed them against it. “And you are beautiful, brilliant, and I like to look at you.”

Satisfied, you closed your eyes, drinking in the feeling of his warm skin and arms cradling you, desperate, never willing to let you go, and you never wanting him to.

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[salmonmakiii]

Hello!~ I love your time stamp series!

I’d like to request a timestamp as well!

18:37 with Oikawa as a husband, with angst to fluff please!

Thank you so much <3

Of course!!! You submitted this one so I’ll tag you just in case you don’t see it. If you want me to remove the tag, please tell me!! and also my deepest apologies this took too long :”

[18:37]

About : Oikawa x gn reader Note : This is my first writing after a while, hope I still got it T_T, angst, fluff

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The brunette hissed at the voice he’d heard for the past thirty minutes. He blamed his big mouth for saying those words. If only his emotions didn’t get the best of him, he wouldn’t be out here searching frantically for you. Nonetheless, he tried calling you and continued to jog around the neighborhood.

Oikawa had his wins and losses before and he handled them quite well. He was a grown-up, wise enough to accept his losses and not to be too cocky or childish whenever he wins. But something about this season’s loss seems to get to him. You were there, watching him when the other team scored a point that leads to their victory. His opponent was a rookie in the season, and your husband’s team didn’t have much information about them. Both of the team was equal in terms of teamwork and power. Although, you watched your husband long enough to know that the opponent’s setter is still inferior to him, and you’re sure that his team knows it too.

After the game, you decided to meet your husband outside of their locker room. You cheered him on asking about how awesome he was and how intense that game was. He could only give you a small smile and rest his hand on your head, giving it a little tap. You knew from then on that he wasn’t okay. And for the past week, your suspicions were right.

Ever since then, he’d been caging up himself in the gym and in his private court. He’d leave first thing in the morning and would come back late at night. He was too tired to even reach your shared bedroom and most likely would end up on the couch. This wasn’t the first time your husband acted like this, but this was by far the worst.

As days passed, it felt like you were living alone. The usual mornings where you would wake up to him beside you and how you would stay longer in bed together now were replaced by the cold and empty bedside every time you awake. No more loving kisses and cuddles to start the day, no more having breakfast together. Even at night, he didn’t whisper sweet nothings to you like he always did. You missed him.

It may sound selfish but he is your husband.

Yesterday, you made the decision to confront him about this. You stayed up till late at night, your eyes heavy and the gravity beneath your feet seemed heavier, especially after a tiring day from work. The sudden sound of the front door opening caused you to sit up straight from your place on the couch. You blinked your eyes awake, giving them a little rub, and turned your attention towards the door. There you saw your husband, tripping over his feet from trying to take his shoes off. You stared at him, seeing that he hasn’t noticed your presence. He walked to the couch, scratching his head, still not noticing you.

“Tooru.” You called out to him firmly. At the sound of his name, he lifted his head, eyes a little wide and confused.

“You’re still awake? Why aren’t you asleep yet?” He asked, dropping his weight onto the couch, causing you to jump a little. He laid his head down on the couch, sighing loudly.

“I was waiting for you. Also, the bed has been… too cold for my liking.” You glanced at your husband who seemed to pay no mind as he closes his eyes and covered it with his arm. The room went quiet and you could feel the irritation clawing at your back. You understood his situation well, but come on! At this point, he was being childish.

“Tooru, we need to talk,” Seeing that he didn’t respond but know that he’s listening, you continued.

“You need to relax, Toru. You’re overworking yourself.” You sighed, putting a gentle hand on his head.

“Our team lost to a rookie. I felt it. I felt like something wasn’t right with me that day.”

“Tooru, it’s not your fault. In volleyball, you work as a team-“

“So it’s MY team’s fault for losing?” He asked. You pulled your hand away and stared at him.

“You know that’s not what I meant,”

“Oh, then I’m sure you’re just complaining because I’m not spending enough time with you, right?” He suddenly snapped. You continued to look at your husband, the words stuck in your throat.

“Iwaizumi already nagged to me about this. I don’t need you reminding me. Just leave me alone and give me time.” He huffed, covering his eyes with his arms once more. You were baffled and hurt. Holding in your tears you made your way towards your shared bedroom, leaving your husband alone.

The next morning, Oikawa set off early as usual. But he didn’t see you wandering about the kitchen or the living room like the days before. He went over to the bedroom and saw no sign of you. He thought it was because you had to go early to work so he shrugs it off. But ever since he step foot outside of his house. He had an uneasy feeling in his chest. Maybe he was too harsh to you. Maybe he was being too selfish.

He went early today because of that unsettling feeling gnawing at his back. Because of it, he couldn’t focus much on his practice. He tried texting you or calling you in between sessions. But he got no reply whatsoever.

Must be really busy then…

He couldn’t explain the tightening on his chest with each step he walked towards his house. Once he opened the front door, the house seemed too empty for his liking. There was no sound whatsoever, no sign of anybody inside.

And here he is right now, still searching for you.

Oikawa stopped for a second, his feet aching. All those non-stop training are finally kicking in. He bent down and massaged his calves, trying to soothe the pain.

“Good job, Tooru. Your damn ego and big mouth just HAD to- ARGH DAMN IT!” He yelled at no one in particular. Those anxious voices in his head start to cloud him when a familiar voice washed it away.

“Tooru?”

Oikawa stood up straight looking at the figure in front of him. His anxiousness blown away the minute he saw you. You were still in your formal wear, although a bit disheveled, you were unharmed. Ignoring the aching in his feet, he jogged to you and engulfed you in a hug.

“Where have you been?! You didn’t answer my text or calls- I was worried!”

Your eyes widen at his outburst, putting a hand on the back of his head, you sighed and hugged him back.

“I’m sorry… I shouldn't have given you the silent treatment.” You whispered, caressing his hair.

“It’s okay, you have the right to act that way, but when I text about your wellbeing, please answer. I was so worried something might happen to you.” Oikawa pulled away and put a gentle hand and your cheek.

“I’m sorry for acting so mean to you.” His voice was almost a whisper and you can feel the pain in every word. You gave him a small smile as you placed a kiss on his head.

“I could never stay mad at you, Tooru.” You giggled in hopes to ease the tension.

“Good. Because once we’re home, I need you to do wonders with your hand – my calves are killing me.” Your husband leaned onto you.

“I’m convinced you won’t be able to live a day without me.” You teased, with his one hand around your shoulder, he pinched your cheek.

“Hey, I’ve been living just fine!”

“Barely…”

“You’re too mean, honey!”

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Tag: @siriiel

[juuten]

hey!!! can i request going on bike rides w juza ? ^^

Hello, anon! Thank you so so much for waiting and my deepest apologies too T_T I hope the story is to your liking ❤