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murdersexual · 4 years ago

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So about that part II to that LeoPika fic? 👀👀👀

WTF, BOI THIS IS TRASH! Stop torturing me, my writing is t r a s h.

🚨Warning!🚨

-Rated MA.

-Sex, Drugs, Alcohol, Gambling and Gun Violence.

-NOT PROOFREAD! (Like I write shit on a tired 3am brain...)

-NICKNAMES: Koi Fish/Fishie/Fishy: Leorio. Smol Ram or whatever else I used: Kurapika.

-Sorry for any potential OOC bullshit- 🤣🤣🤣

-Sorry but not sorry for Melody- 👀😤🤣

Part II: The Whims of Fate:

Melody didn’t know how to feel, her eyes grew to the size of saucers as she saw how fast Leorio was moving. She backed away, now hanging her phone up, she tries to make her escape via the glass door elevator. Her tiny chubby hand desperately clicks onto the up button. Her own heart played a melody of guilt and fear. But that’s what you get when you snitch.

‘I-I gotta get outta here!’

“MELODY!”

The way Leorio’s voice projected echoed across the entirety of the sixth floor. Hearing him yell like that shook her to her core in more than just one way. She drew a shaky breath and her eyes flicker to the angry hazel eyed hunter and back to the elevator that seems to be moving in slow motion.

“Come on... C-Come on!”

Impatience coats her voice as she now stands directly in front of the door.

“I KNOW YOU HEAR ME!! HOW CAN’T YOU?!”

His voice boomed once more, his soft hair now waving over one of his eyes only for him to use his left hand to push it out of the way. Now he’s even more pissed... Why?

Because she ruined his ‘SURPRISE MOTHAFUCKAH’—in other words, his grand entrance.

Yet because she absolutely is f o n d of Kurapika, she’d do anything to protect him. How adorable. Maybe there’s something else that lingers in her actions...

“Why are you here, Leorio?!”

Finally, she projects her voice even though that nervousness is still present. Just as she asks that, Leorio steps in front of her. The elevator clicks open and he takes her by her collar and shoves her into it.

“WHY?!”

Obviously, she avoided the question. He KNEW she knew why he was there otherwise she would’ve given him a friendly greeting and not snitch. Her onyx orbs bore into his icy gaze. She could hear the anger emitting from his heart and she ended up closing her ears and shutting her eyes.

“Be-Because you shouldn’t be here!”

Her answer made him wonder... Yet, he didn’t release her collar. His hold can be compared to that of a death grip.

“Urgh! That ain’t tellin’ me shit! I oughta throw your ass in the fucking fountain for snitching!”

Leorio’s hands are rated E for Everybody. Meaning he WILL absolutely drop a woman off if necessary.

“I... I-! My lips are sealed! Now unhand me!”

The infamous saying that typically gets passed about when classified information is detailed to anyone that’s within a Mafia. Upon hearing that, he roughly shoves her away, the back of her head slightly bouncing off of the elevator railing.

“Ow...”

A hiss of pain left Melody, a glare is given to him as she now reaches inside her tuxedo jacket for her brand new revolver but she stops just as she places her hand on the handle.

“Do it if you’re bad...”

The entire scenario played in her head had she shot him. Her eyes blinked multiple times—seeing her death being played out in several different perspectives. Lowering her head in defeat, she adjusts her fedora and finally tells him...

“8th floor, Roulette Table number 403.”

Huh, does that number ring a damn bell?

Pressing the fancy gold button with the bold number 8 on it, a scoff emits from the fish as he now stands to the side with his eyes forward. Putting his hands in his pockets and standing coolly, he sighs while tapping his foot impatiently.

“Hmph... Ya could’ve just told me that shit from the beginning and I wouldn’t have to damn near rough you up.”

Staring at her shiny black small heeled Oxford tux shoes, she blinks while taking a second to realise that there’s always an easier way to do things. Why didn’t she play it cool? Could she have lied about this? Did her feelings cloud her judgment?

“And that I could’ve but had the circumstances been different? Then by all means. You really... REALLY shouldn’t be here...”

Nothing annoyed him more than to hear those words without no fucking why to follow. Deep down, he believes she’s probably the only one concerned about the type of trouble he’d get himself in. That or maybe there’s a hint of jealousy?

“I will only say this for the simple fact that your heart reflects impatience and curiosity: It’s for your own good. If you get mixed with any of the other families? Who will be there to save you? Nobody.”

A smirk curves onto his face, now recalling how he’s caused a lot of inconvenience on the second floor all the way up. He softly chuckles, his head dropping for a second. The doors chime and open as they reach the eighth floor. Walking out first and turning to face Melody, he gives a shrug before backing away.

“Who’s to say that I haven’t already stirred the whims of fate~?”

Melody’s breath hitches in her throat, her eyes widening only for her to smirk and watch him with softened eyes.

“You’re dressed like a really handsome Devil tonight, that told me enough, Mr. Leorio~”

Looking over his shoulder briefly, he waves his hand.

“Just call me Leorio! But don’t think I’m gonna forget that you’ve snitched! I’m letting you off easy because I gotta conserve energy for this fucker!”

Momentarily, she found herself chasing after that Angel in Disguise. Shaking her head quickly with a soft blush, she clicks the number six and heads back to her post.

‘I always find myself attracted to those with charisma that’s relative to that of the Devil himself~ I must say, had my looks never been deformed, I’m sure I’d play him a melody that even he would have a hard time forgetting.’

The doors closed and she was gone.

Finding himself standing just before the entrance. His hazel gaze softened as he felt some feminine hands reach up to his shoulders.

“Welcome~ Shall I take your coat sire~?”

Glancing behind him, he sees a ginger bunny babe with the sweetest of smiles. He took out his favourite pocketknife and placed it in his blazer’s inner breast-pocket. He already has his wallet and keys in his pants pocket. Slipping out of his heavy winter coat, he carefully hands it to her.

“Hello there~ And why I thank you. You’re too sweet~”

She winks now sauntering away. His eyes instantly found those well rounded and pale ass cheeks of her’s. He gave a nod of approval while reaching for a cup of vodka topped with cranberry. He sips it and stuffs his freehand in his pocket.

‘Hmm...’

“Where should I start~?”

Mischief rang as he asked himself aloud. Proceeding to walk forward, he sees the blue and violet ambience, the music is A1–fun and enticing. Hell, everything all the way down to the alcohol is excellent. His eyes found the slots and just as he did on the second floor, he walks on over and leans over an older man with salt and pepper hair. He appears concentrated...

“Say, excuse me, fine sir?”

Looking to the tall youngster, he tilts his head while taking out his fancy Cuban cigar.

“What is it, Young Buck?”

With a pleasant smile he gently leans down, taking his hand out of his pocket he points to the slot screen.

“Watch the last two reels... Those move faster than the middle ones... Why do you think it’s so hard to hit the jackpot?”

With a smile, the man nods and daps him up. He adjusts his suspenders and pulls the lever.

“Thank you, son! How can I ever repay ya?”

Shaking his head no, Leorio stands straight and chuckles.

“Oh no, there’s no need, it’s what I love to do, especially as a birthday gift to myself.”

Raising both brows at his benevolence, the old man pulls out a wad of cash and calls over some of the Bunnies.

“Well I’ll be damned! Happy Birthday my boy! Ladies! Treat this young man to the finest of drinks, on me, Don Magnifico!”

Two of the girls hook around each of Leorio’s arms, his eyes instantly finding their perked up breasts, he smiles and looks back at him.

“I won’t forget your kindness, Don Magnifico!”

Don Marcelo Magnifico, age 52, standing at 6’2, still maintaining his muscle, he is one of the many Mafia Leaders who aren’t fond of other families. He’s widely known within the Underground community for his foreign cuisine and weapons import. The man has literally built a ‘Little Italy’ within Yorknew. He sees something within Leorio and he hopes to potentially get to him. Maybe he can find him a spot amongst his ranks?

From the sidelines, there are a familiar set of eyes that’s seen the entire exchange. With a dreaded sigh, the usually lax blondie found himself making tracks to the bar. Was his mind truly prepared to deal with the aggro fish?

Partially...

He gives a few taps to one of the ladies, he whispers for her to take his place momentarily at the Roulette Table. With a nod of confidence, she hopples over to take his place. Now Kurapika’s off to meet Leorio at the bar. Caution bells tolled in his head the closer he came and just as their eyes met?

The cheery and flustered face of Leorio’s instantly darkened. His lips wore that angry pout. He took one of the shots down without never taking his eyes off of him. Nearly stopping for a second, those light grey eyes momentarily averted. He could sense that rage...

“Well, well, well... Look what the cat dragged in...”

That came out so dark...

Sitting beside the angry fish is a quietly sighing Kurapika. He leans into his left hand and uses his right to snag a shot glass only to trace the rim of it.

“So what’s the fucking excuse this time? Huh?”

“There are none...”

Taken back by his honesty, those hazel eyes searched around as he hums for he’s in thought.

“Oh that’s fucking funny because I could’ve sworn you were gonna say that ol’ excuse you always say! I was expecting that shit! Did you purposely fucking forget or what?”

The idea of being chewed out never sat well with Kurapika. Most of the time, his words were hitting him in the side of his head. Finally taking that shot down and turning to face him, he scoots closer to the edge of his seat.

“Well, go on...”

He was setting himself up to actually get hit this time around. Perhaps he genuinely saw how hurt Leorio is. Why not give him what he’s always wanted right?

“I would never forget any special occasions and I would never miss anything important... I’m honestly tired. I’m sick of the lies, I’m sick of being the one trying to hold on, I’m sick of fucking trying to be the good fucking friend... At this point, I think I’m being taken for fucking granted and I ain’t got time. I’m here to tell your punk ass that you wanna do shit alone? You wanna be okay on your own? Fine. Fine. FINE! I’m done caring...”

Hearing these words made Kurapika wonder... Is he saying this out of complete anger? Or does he truly mean it? Either way, guilt was going to eat at him. Before he could combat his words, Leorio shook his head no.

“Save your petty fucking apologies... I don’t want them. I don’t need to put up with this shit. I know it’s gonna sound bad but how the fuck are Gon and Killua better fucking friends and their younger than the both of us? Fucking children. Ya hear me? Both of them called me and told me happy birthday and they’re always checking up on me... And what the fuck are you doing? Pretending that none of us exist! So you might as well lose my fucking number. This is the last time I’m gonna ever see that pathetically sheepish face of yours.”

At the moment, the fact that any of this is being said kept anything from conjuring—thoughts, retorts and anything else. That usually stoic face started to finally falter. One of his fears was this happening but he would never come to say it.

“Oh yeah? Don’t think I won’t pass up the opportunity to knock your ass into next week!”

Cracking his knuckles then drawing back his arm, he quickly cocks it, totally not caring that he may get shot, he will land that punch.

Or so he thought...

His fist was caught! Those ombré nails instantly dug into Leorio’s soft flesh. The slightest of hisses had emitted.

“At first I felt bad, but the fact that you had the absolute audacity to question my loyalty made me retract that privilege. All you do is bitch and I don’t want to hear it. You ask too many questions... Questions that if I answer may or may not put you in danger. So sorry if I’m choosing to be distant but given my position, I don’t particularly have as much free will like you do. Am I making excuses? No, I don’t make any and never will... I hate explaining myself... but because you obviously need a frequent fucking reminder, it can’t be helped.”

Leorio felt his eye twitch. He can’t find himself agitated!

“Let me—!”

Holding a finger up with his free hand, those light grey eyes had a faint red glint. But never did they leave those icy hazel ones.

“No, you’ve had your time to speak. One thing that always irritates me is how you up and assume that I don’t fucking care... When I do! So answer me this...”

Those nails pressed further and further into his skin, he even started to bend that fist of his back. Leorio did his best not to flinch.

“What time is it? Because on my watch I have... 10:21...”

Finally releasing his fist and blinking his gaze closed for a second to recenter himself, he leans back into his left hand before slowly looking to him. Leorio saw the claw marks and he couldn’t believe he was bleeding.

“...Meaning that your birthday isn’t over yet... But since you’re here, there’s no need to text nor call... So... Happy Birthday.”

That icy gaze of his warmed up instantly. He looks away for a second, his eyes appearing to search for the words he wanted to say.

“Ahem... I... One thing I’ve hated about your ass is how you gotta explain shit to me like I’m not detail oriented! But it still sounds like you’re making excuses... I don’t care what you say! Despite you didn’t apologise, you’re still giving yourself a fucking gateway to do the same old goofy shit. Time and time again, you don’t know how frustrating it is... Hence why... I just don’t care anymore. Sure, you’ve given me the words I wanted to hear, but it only takes less than a minute to fucking text. And no, I don’t give a fuck about you’re little ‘position’.”

Downing a shot before sliding over his birthday drink in front of him. Leorio rolls his eyes dismissively, now stirring his straw before sipping it.

“Hell I could be Prime Minister for all I give a fuck and it wouldn’t stop me from checking on my friends... Buuuuuttttt I guess I’m the only one who feels like that huh? Oh correction: ‘who FELT like that’...”

In all honesty, what could Kurapika say? Was Leorio really about to give up?

Recognising his silence, that hazel gaze narrows at him. His lip turns up, a look of unimpression decorates his face. He shakes his head in pity.

“Thought so...”

Facing the still upset fishy, the blondie sees his face and wonders how will he cope without seeing or hearing from him again? Slipping out of his chair, he softly chews on his bottom lip while thinking of something that he could do or say... These kinds of situations aren't his strong suit, obviously.

“Before you leave and never come back, there is something I’d like to show you... It’s not that impressive but hopefully it’ll show you that I don’t turn a blind eye to any of your advances.”

Raising an eyebrow, Leorio saw what he thought he’d never see and that’s...

That he’s genuinely afraid of losing him.

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Okay so that’s it for part II. 😞😞😞 I really such at writing. But it’s an escape for my creativity. Hope you guys find it slightly entertaining! Thanks for reading and remember to stay hydrated and wonderful! 🥰

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londonspirit · 6 years ago

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Thoughts aka ALL THE FEELS!

I’ve seen it three four times now and I’m still all over the place!!!

I’ve cried my way through the first viewing: started on Vormir and didn’t really stop until the end! And went full on bawling and ugly sobbing in the last 30 minutes or so. It got better with every time but in the end I was always in tears, sobbing (not so) silently into my scarf. Here are some random and not in order thoughts, gathered through the last four times.

- the first moments where Hawkeye loses his family were terrible, and my heart ached for him.

- HEARING Sam in the earpiece made me all mushy and squeey and there might have been noises. “On your left” will forever make me all teary eyed from now on!

- seeing all these portals opening gave me all the goosebumps: that was one hell of a fucking epic entrance!!!

- as was the Ladies’s Squad moment! So fucking incredible! I cheered so much!!

- CAROL!!! The HAIR! Her “Hi, Peter Parker” She’s the fucking cutest, and I love her so much!!!

- Peter freaking Parker!!! As little screen time as he had, it was perfect. And he finally got that fucking hug!!!! And it was a damn good one!!! *clutches heart*

- Tony Fucking Stark! My beautiful, flawed, very human superhero! My darling darling heart. God, I can’t even type this without tearing up. 11 years in the making, he’s made the final sacrifice, gave us the ultimate proof that he’s got the biggest and softest heart in all of history!!! I had a bad feeling going into the film, I feared it would end like this. Yet, it was perfect, the only way I could accept it. I’m just glad he’d got at least a few years of peace and happiness. Im so proud of him, leaving behind one hell of a legacy in form of his wife and his lovely (and probably clever as fuck) daughter who will carry on her fathers heart and soul inside of her! Im sure she’ll be doing some GREAT things!!!

- Family Stark! Soft cuddly cardigan wearing Tony, sweet understanding Pepper, cute kid who’s just as cheeky as her Dad!! *clutches heart* Im sure there’ll be a shitload of fic covering those five years and I’ll be reading them all!!!

- Pepper. Gosh, that woman. In the past, she made me want to smack her around the head, tell her to either have patience or just leave him (alone). Yet she stuck around, and for the very first time she actually UNDERSTOOD what her man’s doing. In the end she understood. And she let him go which broke my heart into a million pieces. She loves him. And there it shows. She’s always tried to keep him save, and upon realizing that she couldn’t, she gave him the peace and love he deserved and needed. And in the end, she’d let him go. He can rest indeed now. *sobs violently* Even after a fourth time seeing it (and making it through most of it without crying), that fucking sentence is my undoing. Always.

- all the tiny callbacks to 22 movies - such a beautiful love letter to everything the MCU achieved and continues to do. The elevator scene, Bucky’s goodbye in the end, Tony’s last line.. all those tiny things (thankfully fresh in my mind due to recent rewatches!) are so lovely and wonderful and I love them all for doing them!!! Such attention to detail - one of the many reasons I do love the MCU so much!!!

- fucking CHEESEBURGERS!! Never thought some simple food will be the reason for more violent and very ugly sobbing!

- PEGGY! JARVIS! HOWARD! The Ancient One! All those ‘old’ faces, that was so cool!!! And very unexpected so that was an amazing surprise!

- the fucking END CREDITS!!! The OG 6 getting their special moment!!! That was soo beautiful and made me sob all over again!!!

- Cap!! As y’all know he’s NOT my fav (and even though he was a tad OOC in this (LANGUAGE, Cap!), he won me over in this. I loved the quips (”Yeah, I KNOW!”) tho, and also LOOOOOOOOOVED him wielding the fucking hammer!!! God, that was incredible!!! I wished I could see this for the first time again and again! The entire cinema exploded into cheers, it was amazing!!! (Which naturally leads to me wanting to know whether he faked not being able to move that damn thing back in AoU or if he’s grown worthy during the last few years…) Im seeing loads of people not liking the ending, feeling that it’s not what he would do. Seriously??? That man’s saved the world/the universe soo many time, sacrificed so much to keep everyone save, and you still think - given the chance - he wouldn’t go and FINALLY have the happy ending he deserves? I mean, I’m not a comic book person, I can only go from the films but honestly, it was the only way they could’ve ended Cap’s storyline. He knows everyone’s save, there’s nothing left to do for him (cause you can bet your ass that Tony made sure EVERY SINGLE THREAT has been eliminated with that damn snap!) why wouldn’t he pursue some happiness for himself after all these years.

- 3 hours have never felt this short!!! There was barely a lull in the storyline (after my third viewing i would choose only two scenes to run to the loo and they’re pretty early on so…), the pace is incredible, the plot’s tight and well thought through. Yes, the time-traveling isn’t perfect but honestly, that’s not the point. It’s about the people, the OG Six and their relationships, built through the years, about love and respect, about the trauma they all went through and how they dealt with it. It’s all about the people, the plot for once is only secondary. And that’s fine. It works when you don’t think about it too hard (just don’t, you’ll only get a headache from it). And even if, there’s a few explanations out there already, and I can totally live with that. I don’t need this explained in the smallest detail. It works perfectly (for me), that’s all I care about.

- I also wonder about a few things: just read that Hollands lines might have been altered and now Im dying to know whether that’s true. I wouldn’t put it past the Russos to have him say something else entirely and then did ADR with a gazzilion lines only to throw him off. Same goes for everyone else: did they KNOW they were filming Tony’s death and his funeral? Or did they film more and differently and didn’t tell them what as actually happening? When did they tell RDJ that he was going to die? And how? Was he allowed to have a say in it? SO MANY questions. I NEED ANSWERS!!

- Tony’s speech in the end!!! That was not only Tony speaking, to me that was also RDJ, saying goodbye (finally able to actually LISTEN to him w/o sobbing too loudly). And that makes it even more wonderful and sad and heartbreaking and lovely!´I will miss him so fucking much. He’s been MY hero from the start; and even though there have been more over the years to adore and worship, when it comes to choosing one over the others, I will always chose Iron Man! .. .no, I will always chose TONY STARK! He’s been my first superhero, I’ve been with him all the way, and I will always remember the time when he was Iron Man, ready to die for the world, hell, the universe, sacrificing all he had for the lives of everyone else. Which in the end he did without hesitating.

All in all it was the perfect homage to the Original 6! A perfect ending, coming full circle after 11 years! Everyone got their arc closed, their story told. There’s new blood now, Carol and Scott, Shuri and Valkyrie, Strange and Spidey, and more, they will keep everyone save!

So yeah, seeing it four times (with a fifth one in the works (on Sunday) and perhaps a sixth with a friend along the line), I’m still loving every damn second, and it’s still the best and most epic and perfect film in the entirety of the MCU! I will miss Tony, his snark, his biting sarcasm, his huge heart, his looking after everyone whether they want it or not. But the MCU is in good hands, I have the feeling Carol will be taking over that part (the sass is already there!), and I’m sure the rest will do pretty damn great! You can rest now, Tony

#endgame spoiler #endgame spoilers #spoiler #spoilers #avengers: endgame #a4 #mcu #marvel #personal #thoughts and feels and emotions #full of spoilers #delayed posting #long post #spoiler post

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qiaoyifan-fan · 7 years ago

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Today- GaoQiao (pt.3)

Aaaand that’s the end of Gao Yingjie’s POV. I do plan to do Qiao Yifan’s POV, but that probably won’t be until next month as I will be out of the country.

And I’m sorry I can’t really write romance LOL

Gao Yingjie’s POV: pt.1/pt.2/pt.3

Qiao Yifan’s POV:

Tomorrow:

Warning: definitely OOC, and does contain spoilers

Gao Yingjie had heard of Team Happy. Almost everyone had, after all. They were the ‘dark horse’ of the Challenge Tournament, so to speak. A Battle Mage named Soft Mist, Steamed Bun Invasion the Brawler, one of the most infamous Ninjas- Deception, Sleeping Whole Summer Again the Berserker, a Summoner called Concealed Light, the Cleric Little Cold Hands, and a Warlock named Windward Formation , led by God Ye Qiu’s, no, Ye Xiu’s Unspecialized character, Lord Grim. But to him, the most important player was the Ghostblade. Qiao Yifan and One Inch Ash.

Qiao Yifan had improved greatly. As Yingjie watched One Inch Ash attack over, and over again, he wondered about the player behind the account.

Yifan, you’re doing so well. I’m sorry that I’m not there with you.

On the day of the Challenger Tournament final, Gao Yingjie flew to City H. He only told Wang Jiexi, receiving permission with an understanding nod. He didn’t know whether Happy would win or not, but either way, he had to be their for Qiao Yifan. As he was flying, he watched the tournament. It was only until the plane landed, did the tournament end with Happy’s victory.

Yifan! I’m coming! I’ll see you in person soon and tell you my feelings. In person… In front of Team Happy… Alone…

Gao Yingjie froze as he took his first step out of the airport. Was he really ready for this? Would Team Happy accept him? They would be rivals now, would Yifan hate him? Would he reject him? He rushed back into the airport, asking a staff member for paper and something to write with. After frantically scribbling down his letter, he rushed to call a taxi, heading to Xing Xin Internet Cafe.

Thankfully, when he arrived, no one noticed him. Team Happy’s fans were all celebrating and causing a commotion, no one had noticed the him quietly slip in. They were all gathering in a small group, chanting, trying to encourage someone, or someones, to continue drinking. It looked as if the people drinking must have been extremely drunk. Many cups and some bottles were strewn on the floor. He walked quickly to front desk, trying to attract the attention of the current manager.

“Ah…Sister? Excuse me…Sister?” Gao Yingjie tried to ask the manager, who was playing Glory.

“Yes?” She didn’t look up from her screen.

“I would like to meet someone from Team Happy…”

“Like I’ve said many times, Ye Xiu is currently… Ah! You are Gao Yingjie, yes? Tiny Herb’s successor?” After glancing up at him, she excitedly attempted to help him. “Who are you specifically looking for? Sun Zheping and Ye Xiu are actually knocked out now- Sister Mumu and Sister Rou Rou are trying to get them back on their feet. Can I have your autograph? Everyone else is supposedly having a drinking competition over…there.” She pointed to the growing mob.

Yifan? Drinking? He can’t handle any alcohol, can he? Is he okay? I have to check on him!

“Thanks, sister!”

“Wait… my autograph?”

“Later, I promise!”

Gao Yingjie tried to weave through the mob, clutching his letter tightly. After some struggle, he finally saw the mess called Team Happy. One loud, older man was laughing freely holding and spilling the cup of beer in his hand. Wei Chen, Windward Formation. To the right of him was a man in his twenties, wearing glasses. Despite the suprising amount of empty bottles in front of him, he didn’t seem all that drunk. He’s…handsome. An Wenyi, Little Cold Hands. Sleeping on his shoulder was a younger boy, dainty, almost petite, his face a cherry shade of red. I can’t really tell who he is. He seems cute, though. Next to him was a man wearing a hood. He was only holding one small cup of beer, and yet every sip he took flushed his face even more. It seemed as if he was trying to act with an aloof face, but his flush betrayed him. Mo Fan, Deception. On the left of Wei Chen sat two boys, attempting to fight, or at the very least, they attempted to struggle. The taller, blond one, was laughing hysterically as he shook the smaller one. The shorter one was looking as if he was doing anything and everything he could to not throw up. Steamed Bun Invasion, Bao Rongxing. Concealed Light, Luo Ji. Then that means…

Yingjie’s eyes moved to the petite boy, who was now conscious. Now that he could clearly see him, it was obvious that it was Qiao Yifan. Qiao Yifan started to chat with An Wenyi, his face still an adorable shade of red. As they spoke, An Wenyi seemed to blush. Qiao Yifan leaned in to say something in his ear, and whatever he must have said caused An Wenyi to turn freakishly flushed. Yingjie saw red. He wanted to walk over there, and carry off Yifan into the sunset, anywhere away from this person who would even dare to speak with Yifan in front of him, and so closely too. And yet… Yifan looks happy. Maybe… Maybe he likes him. He is handsome. Better looking than me, at least. And they look so close…

I’ll just leave.

Gao Yingjie, trying not to cry, pushed back through the crowd, bumping into a woman.

“Ah! I’m s-sorry! I-I just was r-rushing! I’m r-really really s-sorry! I-” He quickly bowed in apology, trying not to look at the tall woman who was most likely glaring holes into his back.

“Woah! You’re Gao Yingjie, right? Little Qiao’s friend?” Ah?

He looked up at the woman, realizing that this was Chen Guo, the boss of Team Happy and owner of the internet cafe.

“Y-yeah. I was going to visit him, but it looks like I have to visit him some other time. He’s…busy,” Gao Yingjie attempted to fake a small laugh.”Oh! Can you give him this later? It’s for him. Thanks- I have to go soon. My flight is in an hour.” Yingjie pushed the letter into Chen Guo’s hand, then dashed out the door.

I guess today just wasn’t the day.

Oh. I forgot to give the lady her autograph.

Gao Yingjie didn’t really contact Qiao Yifan after that. The only times he interacted with him was at Boss fights. And even then, they had no reason to talk with each other. They were enemies. After giving a curt greeting, they had to try and kill each other. Gao Yingjie didn’t mind. That much. It was easier that way. Like this, Gao Yingjie wouldn’t have to ask if Qiao Yifan had gotten his letter. Yingjie wouldn’t have to ask if Qiao Yifan knew about his feelings or not.

Of course, they would eventually meet. The first time Happy fought Tiny Herb, they never had an individual match, only fighting against each other in the group battle. He never considered the probability that they might fight individually, but that thought was challenged today- Tiny Herb and Happy’s second match.

“The second individual match! Happy’s Qiao Yifan and One Inch Ash! Tiny Herb’s Gao Yingjie and Kind Tree!”

Gao Yingjie froze as his teammates looked towards him, his heart torn. He still loved Yifan, and he was so happy that they could be considered equals. But, they were equal as enemies, and he had to win. He didn’t want Yifan to lose, of course, but someone had too. And it couldn’t be him.

After I win… I will tell him. Today. I will-no, I am going to tell him.

“The second individual match! Team Happy’s Qiao Yifan and One Inch Ash wins!”

Or…not.

As he sat back down in his chair, he ignored the reassurances and attempted comforts given to him by his teammates. Instead, he thought about what he should, or even could, do.

Could I even confess to him, now? What if he- what if he laughs in my face? Would I still even be worthy? It’s even possible that he likes someone else now… His imagined his Yifan in the arms of another- one particular boy in glasses- and tried not to cry.

Even as he fought in the team battle, his thoughts still lingered on his Yifan. He had no problems ordering the team to focus Little Cold Hands. While a natural tactic, Yingjie took some pleasure in watch Little Cold Hands try and run away. Eventually, Yingjie’s jealousy got the better of him, and he made a few critical mistakes. Kind Tree finally ran out of health under the haze of dark ghost boundary.

“Team Happy wins!”

Gao Yingjie started to tear up as they lined up to shake hands. His tears finally fell as he came to Qiao Yifan. Both juniors of their teams, starting together, and yet ending up at vastly different places.

Quietly, Yifan handed him a tissue so he could wipe his tears.

“Yifan, you are so strong now…”

“You are still a genius, Yingjie.”

“But that doesn’t matter, does it? We lost.”

“Practice more. We’ll meet again on the battlefield.”

“Next time, I won’t lose.”

“Okay.” Yifan lightly smiled, then turned back and walked away with his team.

Yingjie watched the hallway Yifan had disappeared on, his heart hurting.

In the end, I never got to tell him.

I’ll prove myself to you, Yifan. I’ll show that I am worthy of you. I won’t lose. Not to anyone.

Happy against Samsara. The final match of the tenth season.

He left City B with Wang Jiexi, Liu Xiaobie and Liu Fei, planning to watch the last match of the season. He knew that a few more pro players would go to this match than usual. He at least knew that Lu Hanwen would be going, as well as Dai Yanqi.

As they arrived in the stadium, Lu Hanwen and Dai Yanqi dragged Xiaobie and Liu Fei to somewhere he didn’t know, leaving him alone with Wang Jiexi as they took their seats.

“Yingjie? Yingjie? Little Jie?” Wang Jiexi waved his hand in front of Yingjie’s face, trying to get his attention.

“Hmm..? Oh! C-captain? Yes? What is it?” stammered Yingjie, his thoughts of Yifan interuppted.

“You…like Little Qiao, right?”

“Ah…”

“It’s been obvious for a while now.”

“O-oh. Please, don’t tell anyone! If Liu Fei finds out she’ll tell Yanqi, and if Yanqi finds out everyone will find out, including Yifan andIreallydon’twantthattohappenorelsehe’drejectmeand-”

“Calm down. And you’ll have to tell him eventually, or it’ll be too late. Don’t beat yourself up about what might happen. Waiting too long causes more heartbreak than initially being rejected.” Wang Jiexi stared out to where Team Xing Xin would be sitting. “It’s better to tell them as soon as possible. Being too late- knowing that you might’ve had a chance is one of the most painful things in the world. And besides it’s not as if you’ll- well, if you gather enough courage you might find out.”

“Captain…Are you okay?”

“It’s starting now.”

“O-Okay.”

“Glory’s tenth league- Glory’s champion’s, Team Happy!”

He should’ve been cheering, and yet, his heart hurt more than ever. Qiao Yifan made it. He was a part of a champion team- proving he was better than people had originally assumed of him. He was no longer small and invisible. Yingjie was no longer good enough for him.

He- He’s a part of a champion team now. So am I- but have I contributed to that? I’ve probably been dragging our team down. Now, will I have to single-handedly win a championship? Yifan needs someone worthy of him. Someone who is worthy enough to be loved by him.

Today, I finally realize- I am not that person.

“Yingjie, let’s go and congradulate them.” Wang Jiexi stretched, and stood up. “You don’t want to keep Little Qiao waiting, do you?”

I… I kind of do.

“Oh…Of course not! L-let’s go!”

They walked over to where Team Xing Xin was talking with other players. Seeing Yifan -with An Wenyi, of course- Yingjie dashed off into the other direction, running into Chen Guo.

“Oof! Ah! Gao Yingjie! I-I’m really sorry!” Chen Guo rubbed her head with a sheepish smile.

“Oh…It’s fine. I ran into you, after all. Don’t worry about it!” Frantic to leave, Gao Yingjie hastily apologized and tried to continue running away, but stopped by Chen Guo’s firm hand.

“No, that’s not what I’m talking about. Remember last year, when you gave me that letter? I had lost it, and had never given it to Little Qiao. In my embarrassment, I didn’t even tell Little Qiao that there was a letter. I’m really, really sorry.”

What? He- He didn’t reject me?

“Yingjie?”

Oh no.

“Are you alright? You look a bit pale, is everything okay?” asked a soft, familiar voice.

It was Qiao Yifan.

“Wha- Oh! Yeah, I’m fine! I’m fine really. It’s just- I’m in a bit of a rush right now I have to go-” Yingjie stammered out, not exactly knowing what to do in a type of situation like this. He considered running, before quickly being interrupted.

“Yingjie! I love you! I always- Ever since meeting you I…” Qiao Yifan trailed off as he saw that Yingjie was starting to cry. “I…I should go-”

Gao Yingjie grabbed Yifan and pulled him, his lips meeting Yifan’s.

Soft…

It was a pure kiss. It was passionate, romantic, but not overly so. It was one of longing. One where they poured all of their pent up love into.

They pulled away when Gao Yingjie ran out of breath, and he noticed that his Yifan was crying as well.

“Yifan...I love you too. Since our first meeting.”

It was only then that they realized everyone around them were cheering.

#the king's avatar #quan zhi gao shou #qzgs #qiao yifan #gao yingjie #gaoqiao #my fic #tomorrow au #here's some more shitty writing y'all #and honestly i really am AnQiao trash #lol

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Miss- err, Mr. and Mr. Croft, Part 7/Anniversary, Part 1

Important Author Note: Unless it is specified who says which part, the dialogue typically alternates between Tsuna and Hayato.

WARNINGS: OOC, Language (there is a lot of cursing), Violence, Indiscriminate Killing (Tomb Raider Typical Killing- applies to humans, animals, and mythical creatures), Dialogue Heavy, Set In The Tomb Raider Games 'Verses, So May Not Make A Whole Lot Of Sense If You Don't Know TR (unless you, like me, don't mind that), Uses Dialogue From The Game, Collection of Snippets/Drabbles/Scenes Featuring Tsuna's And Hayato's Adventures In The TR Games, Beware Of Unexpected Mood Whiplashes, Ship Teasing, Slight BoyxBoy (why do I even warn about this anymore?), Platonic 5927 (To The EXTREEEEEEEME!), Snark, Badass Tsuna And Hayato, Badasses In Dresses, Perverted Swords, Cute Hammers, And As Always: Shameless Self-Indulgence/Ridiculousness.

Disclaimer: Don't own TR or KHR.

Legend 'verse: Nepal

Tsuna looked out the plane's window to observe the storm raging outside, "I don't like this weather."

"What now, Tsuna?"

"Is there something wrong, Tsuna?"

Tsuna looked at a concerned Amelia Croft, ignoring Hayato, "I was reminded of that time we were in a plane crash, when we were around twenty."

"Oh, that."

"Yes, Hayato, that."

"Should I worry?"

Tsuna paused, carefully observing Amelia, "Yes." He grabbed her hand in his tiny one.

Amelia pulled him and Hayato to her side, surprising both, "I'll take care of you two. Don't you worry."

Hayato opened his mouth to interject about how they can take care of themselves and Amelia, she didn't have to worry, and she should ignore Tsuna with his worrying words, but Amelia beat him to the punch, "I know that you're not little kids, but… let me do it, please?"

At the look in Amelia's eyes, Hayato relented.

Tsuna decided to change the topic, "What do you think Richard is doing right now?"

"Probably immersed in his research again."

"I hope he doesn't forget to eat." Amelia fondly chuckled.

Then the plane violently shook, causing Hayato to topple to the floor.

"Henry, what happened?"

"Lady Croft! Please stay seated!"

Tsuna looked outside one of the windows and winced at the sight of the wing burning outside.

"Tsuna! Hayato!" Amelia grabbed Hayato and secured him into a seat. Tsuna followed her lead and sat on seat on his own, letting her secure the belt. Amelia had just secured herself into a seat when lightning hit the plane head on and it tilted down dangerously, dropping through the air.

"What is this place?" Tsuna looked around the room.

"Well, damn." Hayato shared a look with Tsuna, "We're finding archeological places to scour on accident now?"

"Hush, Hayato."

Tsuna was about to turn around when one of the column-like rocks shook, its rocks separating from it at the top without dropping to the ground, exposing another rock inside that glowed with a green aura that emitted light, before they returned to their place, appearing as if they hadn't moved at all.

"What was that?" Hayato felt a weird feeling nudge at him, as if something was attempting to 'encroach' on his 'territory' without permission. His eyes landed on the dais in the middle where a sword was sheathed inside. "Tsuna?"

"Do you feel that?"

"Tsuna! Hayato! Have you found anything for the fire?" Amelia asked as she came up from behind them.

"No." Tsuna was frowning at the room, "We should leave this place."

The sword moved, sinking deeper into the dais and turning like a door knob. The place started to shake, and a stone circle that was on the ground rose, glowing like a portal.

"There is something inside?" Hayato clutched at Amelia's skirt.

"I think so?" Tsuna pushed at his flames, managing to coax out only enough flames to cover his hands as his body still wasn't used to the amount Tsuna was in the habit of summoning.

"It's saying something." Amelia inched forward towards the sword.

"What? Who are you? What about Hayato?" She motioned for Hayato to keep away, "You stay away from him, he didn't do anything!"

Amelia looked at the sword as a sound echoed from the portal.

"Amelia…?" Tsuna inched towards her; she raised a hand to stop him.

Whatever she heard echo from the portal at that moment terrified her, as she cried out, "Oh god, no!" She pulled out the sword.

"AMELIA!"

There was a blinding flash of light, and after it disappeared, Amelia was nowhere in sight.

"Amelia?"

"AMELIA!"

Anniversary

"Sounds like fun. But I'm here to make an introduction. Lara Croft, meet Jacqueline Natla, from Natla Technologies."

Tsuna and Hayato looked curiously at the blond woman on screen.

"Good afternoon Mr. and Mr. Croft." Tsuna and Hayato stiffened, she could see them?

"That was unexpected, though."

"What brought it on, Natla being able to see us?"

"Besides, the way she approached us was different this time."

"True. In the last world, Lara Croft's motivation for adventuring was different. This time around?"

"Yeah."

"Hey, since Natla approached us again, and now we're heading off to Peru in search for Qualopec's tomb, again, you think this will be a repeat of last time?"

"I don't know. Lara's background this time around is different, so there may be differences."

"Never mind the fact that Natla knew about Richard. You think they were connected?"

"Possibly."

"You know, Hayato, while I think that this jump you did with guns drawn to shoot the wolves is cool, I still think the one you did before, with cutting the rope with the knife in your boot, dramatically discarding your cloak as you drop down while shooting the wolves, was way cooler."

"Thanks."

"I don't remember there being a mechanism to stop the arrows last time."

"New world, different details."

"The caves felt bigger, last time."

"Tsuna- new world, different details."

"Talk about different details, fuck, I don't remember any bridges breaking from underneath us!"

"It was a shock."

"It's strange."

"What's strange?"

"I haven't heard you snark about improbable places to find medipacks in, in ages."

"You complained about it when I used to do it and now after I finally stopped, you miss it?!"

"Well, it was nice background noise."

"Ass! If you missed it that much, I'll gladly pick up the habit again!"

"No! Wait!"

They walked cautiously across the second bridge, and when they reached the other side without it breaking they sighed in relief.

Tsuna walked towards the edge and peered down, "Wasn't there a bear at the bottom last time?"

"Yeah. Remember how loud you screamed when you accidentally fell down and the bear surprised you?"

"You… shut. Up."

"Oooh, scary. What are you going to do?"

Tsuna narrowed his eyes at Hayato, drew his guns and back-flipped down the pit. There were growls and gunshots, and then the sound of a heavy body dropping to the ground.

"Tsuna, you vicious, vicious bastard! What did that poor thing ever do to you?!"

"Did a bear just come barreling right at us?" Hayato kept his guns out.

"Yeah. I think I handled the pack of wolves last time well enough, I wouldn't have minded a repeat. But a surprise bear?"

"'Well enough'?" Hayato scoffed, "Need I remind you of how you climbed up the nearest wall to escape them?"

"Hayato!"

"But I was impressed by that. There were no foot or handholds, how did you do it?"

"…"

"Alright! I get it! I'm sorry."

"No you're not."

"I spy with my little eye a medipack where it shouldn't be."

"Tsuna, please."

"Hey look, we got the wolf pack you asked for, are you happy?"

"Not very, no."

"Wow, look! Shotgun ammo!"

"Tsuna!"

"No swinging blades, or trap doors that lead to water pools this time around?"

"I kinda liked that trap door leading to a water pool."

"That could have been a trap door leading to a Certain Death! You have weird tastes, Hayato."

Tsuna looked at the waterfall in front of him, "T-rex?"

"T-rex."

"I don't remember the part with the T-rex taking that long to reach."

"New world-"

"Different details, I know."

Hayato gave Tsuna a half-hearted glare at the interruption, "But you're right about not taking long to reach the T-rex. Actually, I distinctly remember accidentally stumbling across the place during our initial exploration of the place."

"Kind of hard to forget shooting at the huge T-rex from the narrow holes we stuffed ourselves in to avoid that thing's swords-for-teeth."

"You got that right. But it kinda ruined the initial terror of being confronted with a huge, carnivorous creature gunning to eat you."

"In the end, that is. You can't possibly tell me that your 'initial terror' wore off that quickly into the confrontation! You were still shaking like a fucking leaf even after the T-rex dropped dead!"

"… not gonna deny that…"

"Oh, wow. A perfectly functioning shotgun! What's next? A revolver?"

"Tsuna…"

"Hush, Hayato. Don't forget to thank Mother Nature."

"…"

"This place looks like it might be the dreaded T-rex' place."

"Well then, I guess it's time to brace ourselves then."

"There are definitely more baby T-rexes this time around."

"'Baby T-rexes'? There is nothing 'baby' about those monsters!"

"You'd be surprised about how fucking terrifying babies can be!"

"Are you talking about that hitman baby with the curly sideburns again?"

"Out of all the terror inducing titles, like 'the World's Greatest Hitman', that I mentioned to you, you only call him by 'hitman baby with curly sideburns'?!"

"Hayato." Tsuna gulped as he raised his guns.

"Yes, Tsuna?" A bead of sweat rolled down the side of Hayato's face.

"Remember what you said about the 'initial terror of being confronted with a huge carnivorous creatures gunning after you' being ruined?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't think it was, ruined I mean."

"I fucking agree."

"Good. Now, how the fuck do we take down this giant T-rex Hayato there are no places to hide from this monster ohmygod-!"

"Keep calm?"

"I can't keep calm!"

"Someone was generous enough to offer us huge, spiked, rocks in this place. Let's use them."

"Okay."

"And Tsuna?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't burst into flames."

"I'll try."

Tsuna reloaded his guns and re-aimed at the T-rex which was turning towards Tsuna; Hayato was on the other side and staring at Tsuna with worry.

Tsuna was caught in between the T-rex and the building behind him. Tsuna's arms shook before he strengthened his resolve and raised his guns higher, aim unwavering.

The T-rex charged at him.

Tsuna ducked to the side, took aim and-

His bullet hit the T-rex' eye, causing it to blindly stumble and ram head-first into the building that was formerly behind Tsuna.

As a part of the building toppled on top of the T-rex, killing it in the process, Tsuna sagged in relief. Only to jump when Hayato slapped him on the back, "You did a really good job, Tsuna!"

"O-oh?" Tsuna put a hand on his furiously beating heart, "I can't believe I did it."

Hayato laughed.

"Stop!" Tsuna hissed, "You may attract more to us with such a loud sound!"

"Okay, okay." Hayato stopped laughing but he kept smiling fondly and proudly.

Tsuna blushed.

"Wow, what a mess. Why couldn't the hall be intact like the last time?"

"The floor, or what was left of it, didn't really need to be ruined more."

"Now, where could the lever for the third gate be?"

"You think it's up?"

"Let's climb up and see."

"Well… it's not like we need the floor anyway. We can always jump, right?"

"Let's be careful here. Another rock may drop on top of us."

"There wasn't any, thank god."

"Does the guy think that we can't sense him shadowing us?" Tsuna whispered.

"He thinks he's smart, but he isn't. He can't see us, it's obvious."

Tsuna's hand twitched as he looked at the piece of Scion on the pedestal in front of him; he remembered what happened last time he and Hayato just casually plucked the artifact off the pedestal, so he needed Hayato to be ready to bolt right next to him in case the temple fell down on top of their heads again.

"Hayato…"

"Yes?"

Tsuna looked up to see Hayato heading towards the throne that held who must have been Qualopec, and had two strange creatures standing guard next to it. Tsuna twitched at the sight of the creatures as they looked like badly mummified animals standing upright with no skin covering their muscles.

"What are you doing?"

"We haven't paid much attention to this side of the temple last time. So I'm curious…" Hayato silently read what was written on the wall, "It mentions that Qualopec was a ruler of Atlantis. It also says that there are three pieces of the scion. And mentions the triumvirate."

"Huh."

Hayato inched closer to Qualopec.

"Hayato…" Tsuna raised his gun, "I don't think you should get too close."

The creature on Qualopec's left moved and launched towards Hayato who jumped back, creating a distance between them; near the Scion piece, Tsuna reacted and shot the creature which then dropped to the floor. He took out his other gun and trained it on the other guard.

Hayato backed up towards the Scion piece, his own guns out.

"Hayato, let's just leave."

"Okay."

A moment after Hayato picked up the Scion piece, the place shook. He immediately headed towards the exit with Tsuna, not even sparing a glance back.

"Kicking Larson, the same way, in the same place, in front of the same waterfall. Twice." Hayato clapped, "Good job, Tsuna. And consider me impressed. I thought you were going to just shoot him and be done with it."

"Should we head to Greece already?"

"I don't know. I feel like ruining a lift and wrecking Natla's office again."

"Not much wrecking this time around, such a shame."

"Hey! There are lions here." Tsuna's eyes sparkled.

"Tsuna no."

"Tsuna yes!"

"You think Pierre would confront us?"

"I should think," Hayato started carefully while eyeing the two lions flanking Tsuna, "That anyone with a self-preservation instinct would steer clear of a lion tamer in the company of two lions."

Tsuna beamed and put an arm around each lion, the two lions moved closer to him and rubbed against his sides, letting out satisfied rumbles.

There was neither hide nor hair of Pierre.

"Look! Two more lions!"

Hayato put his face in his hand.

Tsuna looked over the edge, then back at his lions, "My babies, you think you can jump and climb down?"

Hayato just stared around him, ignoring the deep conversation between Tsuna and his 'babies'.

Hayato finished pulling the four levers to open the four doors that led to the rooms where the keys they needed would be, just as Tsuna finished safely escorting his 'babies' down to the ground.

(Hayato didn't want to know.)

"Oi, Tsuna! You better start pulling your weight!"

"Alright! I get it! I'll go get the keys!" Tsuna then turned to his 'babies', "Wait for me here, darlings~ Mama just has to go get the keys so that we can go forward~"

"Hey, Hayato~ Got you Poseidon's key! But wow, did you have to do all that? The whole raft pulling, water level adjustment and climbing?"

"Ah, the lever…" Hayato paused as he watched Tsuna go cuddle with his babies.

(How could Hayato mention that he merely swam and only had to pull a lever to open a door behind which the key just lay on the ground? And that there was nothing overly complicated about it?)

"Alright~ Imma go get the next one~"

Tsuna was overly chirpy today, wasn't he? Hayato looked contemplatively at the lions staring at their departing 'mama'.

"Here, Damocles' key."

"How did you do with the swords?"

Tsuna shuddered, "Fucking terrifying. The smallest one is about as tall and as heavy as I am. If not heavier. There was a group clustered above the key and fell just after I took it. Never mind the spikes on the ground."

Wut?

Hayato did not expect the way to the keys (or out of the room) to be a lot more dangerous and/or complex.

"Maybe I should go get the last two keys."

"Nonsense! You opened the doors, I get the keys."

Hayato hesitated, should he really let Tsuna go?

"Tsuna-"

"I insist."

"O-okay."

"Hephaestus' key."

"How… was it?"

"Could have been better, but much better than Damocles' to be honest."

That… did not tell Hayato anything.