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king-bumis-armpit · 9 months ago

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Hey! If you are still looking for maiko prompts.

You could write a sour zuko finding out that Mai and kei lo broke up. I like imagining ways for him to find out and what his reaction would be.

And I’m always a fan of stories where Mai runs away when zuko is banished, or try to smuggle herself into his ship.

Anyway, have fun!

Put a Ring on It

Part 2 is out now: read it here.

Summary: Kei Lo buys an engagement ring. Zuko freaks out.

“I’m thinking something gold and traditional.” Good, Zuko thought bitterly. At least Mai will hate it. He had well and truly lost her. He had lost her to another man.

Author’s Note: This idea was given to me by a lovely anon! If you have any Maiko fic ideas that you want me to write, send them my way! And thank you, if you already have <3

Gene Luen Yang wants me to believe it took Mai and Zuko 3 years to get back together. Ha! I spit in your face, good sir. This fic will do it in one! (I’m kidding, I’m kidding… mostly. I hate the comics but I’m sure Gene’s a decent fellow.)

This fic takes place 8 months after the events of Smoke and Shadow, vol 3. It’s canon compliant up to that point, and canon compliant with Korra, but I know nothing about the comics that chronologically happen in between so it might contradict those. For the purpose of this fanfiction, marriage proposals in the Fire Nation are the same as modern proposals with an engagement ring.

Also! Happy (late) Mother’s Day to all the moms out there! You’re the best!!

Zuko made his way quickly through the rain, hood pulled tight over his head. He was out with only a few plainclothes guards today, hoping to maintain some anonymity. It was only a week until the Feast of the Mother of Faces, and Zuko had yet to find a suitable gift for his own mom. He wanted to get her something especially nice since they had been apart for so many years. He was pretty sure his last gift to her was a macaroni necklace, and figured he had to at least up his game from that.

His uncle had given him some recommendations of places to shop, and the first of which was a small but well-known jewelry store in the Caldera. As he slipped inside, he noted that the place was nearly empty except for the store clerk. His guards would be watching the door from a tavern across the street, and were instructed not to check in unless he spent over an hour in the building.

The spectacled shopkeeper looked up at his arrival, “Can I help you find anything, sir?”

“I don’t think so?” Zuko replied. “I’m just browsing for a Feast of the Mother gift.”

“Ah,” the man nodded in understanding. He gestured to the wall to Zuko’s right. “We have a lovely selection of necklaces and pendants that might be suitable. Prices are listed on the tags. Let me know if you have any questions or if you would like me to remove any items from the case.”

Zuko smiled and gave the man a slight bow. This was shaping up to be easier than he expected. He looked through the glass at the different options. He noticed some that were similar to pieces he recognized from his childhood. There was one in particular, a gaudy and ruby-encrusted flame, the size of his fist, that reminded him of something his father would buy. Best to stay away from those. There were some cloth chokers, similar to one that Katara occasionally wore when she was in the fire nation. He wasn’t quite sure they would be his mother’s style, but perhaps he should send a memo to Aang. (For a monk, who swore off material things, that kid sure bought a lot of gifts for his girlfriend. The thought made Zuko smile.)

Then, he caught sight of a delicate silver chain. Most women in the Fire Nation preferred gold, but Zuko knew one woman who hadn’t.

— —

“Silver matches my knives, Zuko. The aesthetic of it all is very important to me.”

Zuko snorted. They had decided to explore the numerous palace basements, and had come across one of the many treasuries, nearly all of it gold. Mai had immediately protested the lack of her favorite metal.

“Well gold is the emblematic color of our nation, so most of the royal jewelry is gold. You’re going to have to get used to it eventually.” Zuko blushed when he realized the implication of his words.

“Oh? Why is that?” Mai asked, fixing him with a satisfied smirk.

His cheeks were burning, but he decided to play it cool. “I plan to put a golden crown on your head one day… if that’s alright with you.”

Mai kissed his cheek, and then his nose, and then his lips. “I think that’ll be alright. One day. But I really would prefer silver.”

He cupped her cheek with his palm and guided her in for another kiss. That was the last room they managed to explore that day.

— —

And even though they were no longer together, Zuko thought about her more than he cared to admit. He leaned in to examine the silver chain. It carried a small charm, about the size of his thumbnail. The charm itself was also silver, fashioned into the shape of a plum blossom. A wine colored garnet– again, a favorite of Mai’s– was nestled in the center of the flower. Zuko felt his heart seize. It was perfect, but not for the person he was supposed to be shopping for.

He contemplated buying it anyway. Maybe he could stop by Mura’s after this and place an order for a bouquet. Surely his mom would want flowers. And if Mai was there, he could give her the necklace. What’s a gift between friends?

The sound of the door opening broke his reverie. The rain had gotten heavier since he entered the shop, and the new customer had practically flung himself into the building, allowing the door to slam behind him.

The shopkeeper seemed slightly irritated by this noisy appearance, but nonetheless asked him the question he had asked Zuko. “Can I help you find anything, sir?”

The man removed his hood, and Zuko felt his muscles turn to ice. It was Kei Lo.

“Oh yes please!” He gave a good natured smile, all cheerfulness and boyish charm as he swaggered up to the counter. The universe was taunting Zuko. Of course he couldn’t buy a ridiculously expensive present for Mai. She had a boyfriend. She had made that quite clear when he last saw her eight months ago.

“What are you looking for?” the man asked, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Zuko noticed how Kei Lo shuffled, seeming nervous. “I– I’m here to buy an engagement ring.”

Zuko was going to be sick. He was going to throw up. Right on the floor. Right in front of the store clerk. And right in front of Mai’s soon-to-be-fiance.

“Congratulations!” The storekeeper seemed to have fully gotten over irritation and beamed from ear to ear.

“Thanks!” Kei Lo said sheepishly. “I haven’t asked her yet, but we’ve talked about it before so I’m confident she’ll say yes.”

Zuko took several deep breaths and forced himself to quietly turn and face the display case once again. Kei Lo obviously hadn’t noticed him yet, and he knew that any interaction between them would be a disaster.

“Have you discussed ring preferences?” the older man asked.

“No, but I’m thinking something gold and traditional.” Good, Zuko thought bitterly. At least Mai will hate it.

As the two walked over to the ring cases and discussed the pieces, Zuko’s thoughts began to spiral. How had this happened? He had well and truly lost her. Mai, his soulmate, his best friend, his plum blossom. He had lost her to another man. Except…

Except he hadn’t yet! Kei Lo hadn’t asked her yet. He could buy his own engagement ring from a different shop and ask her right now! Or he could run there and ask her without one.

“Prince Zuko!” He heard his Uncle’s voice in his head, echoing the wisdom of the past. “You never think these things through! You had no plan! You could have died!” Then he said something about ice and chasing the avatar. The exact words were hazy, but the sentiment was clear. He was too impulsive.

He needed to wait and collect more information. Then he could form a plan and– and then what? If Mai wanted to marry Kei Lo, then he knew he had to support her. He wanted her to be happy more than he wanted his own happiness. But when he spoke to her in the Dragonbone Catacombs she herself admitted that she didn’t like Kei Lo as much as she had liked him. He cursed himself. He had driven her away and broken her heart twice! Now she was scared to trust him. But if he could just convince her to give him one more chance, he could fix it. He had learned how painful it was to live without her, and he would not repeat his mistakes.

His heart ached to imagine Mai in a wedding dress at someone else’s side. Even as a kid, when he pictured his wedding, he pictured Mai as the bride.

— —

“Mom! Mom! Mom!” Little Azula tugged at their mother’s sleeve. “My friend Mai is here and we want to play a game with Zuko! Please! Ty Lee is sick, so we need another person.” Zuko rolled his eyes. He considered Mai to be a shared friend since they all used to play together at Ember Island, but lately Azula had been calling her “my friend Mai.” It made him angry and he didn’t know why.

Ursa patted her daughter’s head. “I think that’s a great idea. What do you think, Zuko?”

He crossed his arms. He remembered what happened last week with the apple. But if Ty Lee was sick then Mai was alone with Azula. What if his sister was teasing her? Or telling her lies about him? He needed to intervene. “Sure. I would love to play with you Azula.” His tone of voice did not match his words, but his sister didn’t care.

“Good!” Azula grabbed his hand and marched him into the fountain garden. Zuko knew that this couldn’t possibly end well.

Mai was sitting under a tree, twirling a knife. She looked up at their approach and raised an eyebrow, “I thought you went to get mochi.”

Azula shrugged. “I changed my mind. I want to play a game.”

Mai looked at Zuko with great trepidation. He couldn’t blame her. Last time Azula said those words, he had tackled her.

“No firebending this time, Azula,” he ordered.

“Of course not,” Azula agreed. “We’re going to play wedding. I’ll be the officiant and you two will be the couple.”

It took all of Zuko’s discipline to not stare at Mai and search her face for a reaction. He heard her sigh, and he felt his stomach drop.

“Well,” Azula prompted. “Come here.” She made Mai and Zuko stand facing each other while she launched into a monologue about the rich culture of the Fire Nation. She went on for a while and Zuko was so bored that he almost forgot to be embarrassed. When Azula wasn’t looking, he noticed Mai yawning. He bit his lip to keep from laughing. “And naturally,” Azula carried on. “Fire bending comes from the breath. In order to symbolize the joining of flames, the couple will now share a breath and share a kiss.” She looked at them expectantly.

“Azula, I don’t think we should do this,” Zuko protested.

His sister smirked. “Why not? You don’t want to kiss Mai? She’s not pretty enough for you?”

Zuko saw red. “Mai is really pretty! You take that back right now!”

“If she’s so pretty, then kiss her!”

Mai cleared her throat. Pink dusted her cheeks, but aside from that her expression remained neutral, “Can’t we just pretend?”

“What do you mean?” Azula asked.

Mai shrugged. “Like this.” She leaned slightly closer to Zuko and kissed the air.

“That looks ridiculous,” Azula said.

“That’s weird. I thought you said you were better than Ty Lee at everything.” Mai’s words made no sense to Zuko, and apparently they made no sense to Azula either.

“Well yes, but I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”

Mai smirked, “I bet Ty Lee would be able to pretend. She’s more creative and she has a better imagination.”

Azula was irate. Zuko knew first hand that people were not allowed to be better than her at anything. “I have an idea,” she replied. Zuko shuddered, that was Azula’s scary voice. “Next time, Ty Lee can be the bride. I bet Zuko would kiss her.”

For once, Mai’s facade cracked. Her face scrunched up and Zuko was afraid she was going to cry. “No!” Zuko cut in. “I don’t want to play this game with Ty Lee.” Azula huffed, but Mai looked up at him hopefully. He took her hands and kissed the air like she had. “I now pronounce us husband and wife.”

“Hey!” Azula pinched his shoulder. “That’s my line.”

Thankfully he was spared a confrontation by the arrival of his mother. “Zuko! Azula! It’s time for dinner.” She caught sight of Zuko and Mai’s clasped hands and smiled. “You’re welcome to stay too, Mai. I can send a servant to your mother to let her know.”

Mai politely declined, and Zuko was sad to see her go. That night, he thought for the first time about what his wedding might be like. He imagined hands entwined with own, slightly colder than his. They were soft except for the side of her index finger and thumb where she gripped her knives.

— —

Zuko caught himself staring at his own hands, and tried to shake off the memory. Since that day, he couldn’t help but picture Mai as his bride. It was almost involuntary. But if she had truly grown to love Kei Lo, then he would have to get over it. His mouth tasted like ash.

Zuko pulled his hood down, to the point where it hung in his face obnoxiously, and he walked over to a display case of bracelets that was closer to the rings. He tried to appear nonchalant as he looked over the merchandise, but he listened to the other two men intently.

Kei Lo was in the middle of speaking. “I walked into her shop one day on a whim. She was so beautiful. I asked her out on the spot and the rest is history.”

The older man smiled. “How lovely! I met my husband at work as well. He came in to buy a gift for his grandmother and he kept coming back. Eventually, I asked him out because I was worried he would bankrupt himself spending so much money here.”

Kei Lo laughed. “Wait, he bought something every time he came in?”

“Yes,” the shopkeeper shook his head. “I think he felt guilty for wasting my time. But we’ve been together for thirty years at this point and I don’t consider any of them wasted.”

“Wow! My girl and I have only been together for seven months.” Kei Lo replied. Zuko huffed. That was wrong. He and Mai had been dating for nine months at least according to what he learned from Ty Lee. Kei Lo really should know that.

“What’s her name?” the shopkeeper asked. Zuko shuffled close still, pretending to admire the bracelets in the sale section. Unlike the others that were behind glass, these hung from artful stands. He allowed his fingers to graze a band of beaded obsidian.

“Her name is Machi,” Kei Lo answered.

Zuko spun around, but his sleeve had caught on the stand and the entire thing toppled over, making a terrible noise and scattering bracelets across the floor.

“I– I– I’m so sorry,” Zuko’s face burned hotter than the sun.

Kei Lo looked at him stunned. “Zuko?”

The shopkeeper’s eyes went wide. With the scar and the name, he put it together. “Fire Lord!” He bowed at the waist, and– for a moment– Zuko was worried the man would lose his glasses. “My deepest apologies. Had I known it was you I would have helped you pick something out for your venerable mother–”

“It’s okay! It’s okay!” Zuko reassured him and the older man rose from his bow. “I’m sorry. I knocked over your display stand and the bracelets–” Zuko righted the stand and began to gather the fallen items, but the shopkeeper would not have it.

“Oh no!” He rushed over to help. “You do not need to clean my shop, Lord Zuko. Thanks to you, my husband and I were finally married under the law.”

Zuko smiled, “I’m glad. But still, let me help you. It was my fault after all.”

Kei Lo clapped a hand on the shopkeeper’s back. “I’ll help too.”

The three of them quickly subdued the mess. The shopkeeper noticed a few damaged pieces which he took to his back room for repairs. Zuko made a note to send the man compensation.

While the store owner was removing and cataloging the damaged pieces, Zuko and Kei Lo were left alone. Kei Lo broke the silence. “So… How’s Mai?”

“I don’t know,” Zuko answered honestly, and the awkward silence descended once more.

Zuko felt relief course through his body. After making a fool out of himself, he could finally take it in. Mai and Kei Lo had broken up. Kei Lo was engaged to someone else. Kei Lo thought that Zuko and Mai were talking.

The first part was wonderful news. Zuko felt it was safe to assume that Mai had dumped Kei Lo. When he released Kei Lo from the prison, the man had made it abundantly clear that he was with Mai to stay. Besides, the thought of Mai sending him on his way made Zuko very, very happy. The only potential concern was that the breakup had happened a long time ago, at least seven months. And, in all that time, Mai had made no effort to see him. For all he knew, she could be with someone else too.

“Umm…” Zuko did not know a subtle way to ask what he wanted to know. “Have you heard if Mai is with anyone right now?”

Kei Lo shook his head. “To be honest, I’m surprised she’s not back with you. She was normally so… neutral, I guess. You know how she is. But when she talked about you, a light would enter her eyes. She would go on and on…”

Zuko felt a spark in his chest. “Really?” He could hear the pathetic hope in his own voice. “She seemed so hesitant to trust me again. I thought she hated my guts.”

“No,” Kei Lo smiled wistfully. “I take it you don’t know how we broke up.”

“To be honest, I thought you were proposing to her.”

Kei Lo let out a raucous laugh. “HA! Agni, that’s why you bumped into the bracelet stand. Were you spying on us?”

Zuko laughed along sheepishly. “Kind of. I really did come here to get something for my mom, but when I heard your request… Part of me wanted to run to Mai right then and make a grand declaration.”

“I would have paid to see that. Front page news: The Fire Lord’s Shocking Proposal.”

“Yeah,” Zuko rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s a good thing I didn’t.”

“Well, I was going to say that after all the stuff with the Safe Nation Society, Mai and I had a talk. I told her that if we were going to keep dating, I needed to know that she was over you. She has this one portrait of the two of you, and she keeps it in her dresser. I told her to get rid of it or I was gone. She made her choice.”

Zuko remembered that painting. He had one very similar to it in his own room that he kept on his desk. His was in ink and hers was in color.

And then he remembered that he should probably express some sympathy for Kei Lo. “It seems like it all worked out for you in the end though. I wish you and Machi the best.”

Kei Lo nodded. “Thank you. I’m so glad I found her. I was really upset when Mai and I broke up, but it all seems so trivial now. For what it’s worth, I think you should reach out to Mai. See if she still has that painting.”

“I think you’re right.” The two men shook hands. If Zuko had learned anything from this experience, it was that he didn’t want to wait anymore and risk Mai moving on completely. He needed to find her and apologize and beg for her to come back.

When the store owner returned, Zuko purchased the plum blossom necklace.

Endnotes: I’m open to writing a part two where Zuko gives Mai the necklace if people would be interested. (I mean, I might anyway even if you all aren’t, lol.) But I wanted to get this out close to Mother’s Day since I made up the Fire Nation version of Mother’s Day for this fic. And, a big HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY to all the moms!!!

Also, I couldn’t get into it in the story, but Kei Lo is that guy who falls for his barista, right? He went on like one date with Mai and then decided she was his reason for living. So I thought it would be hilarious if that’s how he met his next girlfriend! And then he could ambiguously say that he met her at the shop where she works which is also how he met Mai. Anyway, it was a funny head canon that made me laugh.

Thank you again to the anon who suggested this! I hope I didn’t make it too silly. I love putting our dramatic boy in ridiculous situations. Also, I plan on writing your other idea as well at some point, but this one demanded to be written immediately <3

PART 2!

#atla maiko #avatar the last airbender #atla #zuko #mai #atla zuko #atla mai #maiko #mai x zuko #zumai #kei lo #atla fanfic

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marina41trench · 1 year ago

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Izumi Iori - PTT Xmas RabbitChat 4/5: Secret Trip

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Tsumugi: Thank you for your hard work.

Iori-san, thank you for waking me up earlier!

Tsumugi: I can’t believe I fell asleep on the desk at the office…

You really, really saved me…! ><

Tsumugi:

Iori: You were plopped on the desk while holding a pen and notebook, I wondered what was wrong.

Iori: Did you make it to the job site?

Tsumugi: Thanks to your efforts, the filming ended without a hitch!

Iori: That’s good.

I’m glad I went to the office by chance, so please look after yourself.

Tsumugi: Yes… I’ll keep that in mind…!

Tsumugi:

Tsumugi: Also, um… There’s something I want to ask…

Iori: What is it?

Tsumugi: Did I… sleep talk…?

Iori: Ah, yes it was truly incredible.

Tsumugi: Eh!

Tsumugi: It was incredible?!

Iori: I was very surprised.

Tsumugi: Aaaaah please forget it ><

Tsumugi:

Iori: I’m kidding. You were sleeping quietly.

Tsumugi: R-really?

Iori: Yes.

Tsumugi: Aah, I’m glad…

Tsumugi:

Iori: But your mouth was open.

Tsumugi: Eeeh!

Tsumugi:

Iori: It was open a bit so please don’t think about it too much.

Tsumugi: Ugh, this is really embarrassing… ><

Iori: Anyway, you’ll get colds if you doze off in the office.

Tsumugi: I agree… I will sleep properly at home.

Iori: Please do.

It’s our busy season, and it’ll be troubling if you collapse.

Tsumugi: Thank you for your consideration…!

Tsumugi:

Tsumugi: You’re going to go out today, right?

Iori: Yes. I went as far as Akihabara(1) to buy Christmas presents.

Tsumugi: It’s for exchanging gifts during the party!

Is your exchange partner Nagi-san?

Iori: You're correct. It was decided by ladder lottery. (2)

Tsumugi:

Tsumugi: I thought of it when you said you went to Akihabara! (laugh)

Iori: It was a Kokona limited merchandise that you can only buy onsite.

Iori: He was emitting a bad aura for the past few days because he had to go to work on the release day.

Tsumugi: I see… That’s why you kept asking me for Nagi-san’s schedule.

Tsumugi:

Iori: I’m glad I bought it successfully.

CHOICE

1. Was the queue really long?

Iori: I went there after researching about it, but it wasn’t long.

I realized Kokona’s popularity due to the competition in distribution of numbered tickets.

2. Did you buy anything else?

Iori: I came across a King Pudding ornament and bought it.

Yotsuba-san was happy and decorated it on the Christmas tree, so please give it a look once you come over.

3. What kind of merch did you buy?

Iori: It was a chibi figure(3) wearing a Santa Claus costume.

I finally understood Rokuya-san’s boast, “Kokona’s cheerful smile is cute.”

Tsumugi: It’s no mistake that Nagi-san will be very happy!

Iori: I look forward to his reaction on the appointed day.

Tsumugi:

Tsumugi: Huh?

Tsumugi: That reminds me, a moment ago Riku-san told me both of you will go out. Are you two going shopping?

Iori: Eh.

Iori: Ah, I’m going to meet him later. Since I’m pretty near.

Tsumugi: I see!

He told me the two of you ate lunch together. I thought he asked you to spend the day off together.

Iori: It just happened that we haven’t eaten lunch yet so we had to go out.

Tsumugi:

Iori: Did Nanase-san tell you anything else?

Tsumugi: He asked me about the President and Banri-san’s recent happenings.

Tsumugi: Also, he told me that Tamaki-san seemed troubled on what present he could give to a girl in the facility and seek his advice.

Iori: Huh.

Iori: I see…

Iori: He certainly mentioned something of that sort before.

Iori: I’m sorry, I remembered an errand.

I’ll contact you later.

Tsumugi: Y-Yes!

Tsumugi:

TL notes:

1 - Akihabara is a district in central Tokyo famous for its otaku culture. The market is focused on anime, manga, and video games. This is where Tokyo Big Sight (where ComiKet, Comic Market, is held) is located.

2 - Ladder lottery. Lottery in which participants trace a line across a lattice pattern to determine the winner (jisho.org)

3 - The Japanese dialogue is literally "distortion figure." The "distortion" word is borrowed from the French word "déformer." These figures are typically small in size, hence the use of "chibi"... which means small in Japanese.

#idolish7 #i7 #rabbichat #izumi iori #iori izumi #ptt xmas #translation #rabbitchat #english translation

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7fckingidiots · 4 years ago

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Would you be alright with writing some HCs about the brothers and a MC who's a trans guy? Sorry if it's a tall order or too vague, they're a big comfort for me and I'd like to see what ideas you have bcs your headcanons are fantastic ;w;

HELL YEAH DUDE!!!! IM ALSO TRANS!!! AH!!!!! demigirl rights :3 but i also find a huge comfort in the boys and i hc all of them as trans because no one can Stop Me •• but i really hope you enjoy these and remember you’re valid and i care u so much! Also i hope you don’t mind but i kinda made it gender neutral so every trans folk could enjoy!

The Brothers With A Trans MC

Lucifer

He didn’t know until you came out to him honestly. He knew all his other siblings were trans but with all the work Diavolo gave him and adding new students from different realms on top of that he hadn’t really had time to notice any minor changes in you.

He feels guilty about this and immediately makes sure(like everyone else)to ask for your pronouns, name, and how you would like to present yourself from now on.

Fixes your ID cards and your papers with Diavolo right after dinner

God. He’s such a dad and he gets you things that have your new name on them. You wake up to see you have a new pencil case with your name embroidered on it with matching pencils. God.....he’s so weird i love him so much

Asmo does most of your clothing shopping but for formal wear he takes you shopping! He’s not about to buy you some cheap tux or gown ok it’s gonna be over 2000 grim and he’s gonna get you three of them STOP HIM

He’s not the best with verbal affection so he writes down notes that are like “you looked very handsome/pretty today.” or when he first starts writing them they’re like “you’re a boy/girl/kid. i’m proud of you.” Thank u mr morningstar

You want surgery or to start hormones??? He will stop all his work with Diavolo and spend forever looking up things for you, he wants you to be as safe as possible(pls he almost fainted after he realized you’d have to give yourself a shot like everyday dhdhdhjdhd hc that demons/angels don’t have to do hormone therapy i’m so JEALOUS)

Practices saying your pronouns in his study when you first come out. He just wants to make sure you feel as safe as possible in his care(and he remembers how terrible it felt to be misgendered)

Guess what....he loves you no matter what :)

Mammon

You’re blind as hell if you couldn’t see his top scars but I respect it

King DOES slip up on your pronoun change but always immediately corrects himself. Satan has a spray bottle that he sprays Mammon with when he does it. Mammon is NOT amused but the same can’t be said for Belphie.

Gender affirming activities??? Oh yeah like robbing a bank?? That’s pretty gender neutral and trans right?? Yeah!!! Wow such a good supportive brother.

If you want you can wear the formal wear Lucifer bought you to the said bank heist. Boom trans rights

You can practice painting his nails or doing his makeup if you’re too nervous to do it on yourself first!! Dw if it’s bad he also can’t do makeup or paint nails so once you let him return the favor you’re both laughing and Asmo is distraught.

KING at dying hair he will get you whatever you need and if you want an entire different hair cut entirely he’s ON it

Very used to being Loud and Brash but if you need someone to talk to about anything really he always calms down and sits down to listen to whatever you have to say.

Lots of gendered gifts from him. This said for men??? Oh ok adds to cart. Oh pink??? For ladies??? yeah that can go in there too

You’re never gonna believe this.....But he loves you and supports you :)

Levi

He was the first one to come out to you at the house!! He was just so excited! Same hat!!!

Gets literally any video game where you can design the protag/have custom pronouns and will play games like that with you for hours

Would you like a pride flag.....for u.....He has too many.....Please take the trans flag please he has no room....he bought in bulk for a pride event and didn’t consider the consequences of his actions

Miku binder but irl. He will get if for you but unironically.....thanks King. He just likes binders with patterns and i respect IT

Dysphoria?? He gives you his hoodie bc that was his trademark dysphoria hoodie and i GUESS for you he can share............he would give u anything just ask nicely he’s sensitive

Reads any character that matches up with your gender and is like!!!!! That’s you!!!! OMG!!!! You in da IRL

Goes back and edits his tweets if they use your old name or pronouns(also has he/they in his bio. this is for nothing just makes me :D)

If you haven’t chosen your name he’s gonna suggest so many fictional characters. POV levi kin assigns you.

You listen to music together that just has Trans Vibes.....maybe u cry together but there’s no judgment!! It’s just nice :)

God it’s wild but! He loves u and thinks ur great :)

Satan

Enby Satan. That’s all :)

He’s very quite about it, he supports you! He’s just not loud like his brothers

He brings you book about gender studies and LGBTQ history that he thinks would interest you(there some of his favorite books and they’ve made him feel the most comfortable in his gender)

Gives you a name list if you haven’t named yourself yet! He cares about you and wants to make sure you have the right name that suits you

He’s the one that tells you that it’s ok if you’re still figuring it all out, learning about yourself is a very tricky process and if anyone knows that it’s Satan

Any of the brothers would kill anyone who misgendered you but with Satan that shit is ON SIGHT

Asks you how you know and what were the signs that gave it away to you, but only if you’re comfortable telling him!! He just finds everyone’s experience interesting and would like to know yours as well.

Spells for fucking DAYS Satan personally kills body dysphoria the best he can(mainly bc he’s HIGHKEY afraid of you getting surgery he hates knives so much)

Makes your comfort food for you when you’re feeling down about yourself and will read whatever you want to hear outloud to you.

!!!!!! GET THIS !!!!!! He loves YOU :0

Asmo

Fucking excited!!!! This means you two are going to buy so much clothing together and he gets to style you let’s GO

Buys you whatever you want but he will make you try it all on so be CAREFUL what u wish for.....ur gonna be there till the store closes yeah......

Paints your nails with the trans pride flag!! Also does your makeup and gives you tips on how to look more masculine or fem!!

VOICE LESSONS

He will help you lower or raise the pitch of your voice if it KILLS him. It eventually becomes like a mini class after school

Helps with internalized transphobia! Hes dealt with his fair share and knows how awful it can be and he will NOT being having you experience that as well we r practicing Self Care now

Picks apart any one who misgenders you until they’re crying he has NO fucking time for that behavior in this HOUSE

Sometimes self care is eating whatever you want and sitting in the dysphoria hoodies while watching chick flicks with Asmo

He likes dressing you up but he’s always sure to set boundaries so he never puts you into something that makes you feel uncomfortable

ALSO edits his posts and takes down anything that makes you uncomfortable!!

He loves you so much!!!!

Beel

another one to hand you The Dysphoria Hoodie and it’s very large and comfy!

he’ll help you make out a work out routine that will help you get the body you want and it makes him really happy to work out with you :)

he’s gonna hold your hand if you have to take shots and will give you puppy eyes if you don’t let him. He’s just worried!!!! He wants to help

stands behind you whenever you’re nervous about coming out to someone, he will NOT have someone making you feel bad or misgendering you

he’ll see food with trans pride colors and gives it too you, probably doesn’t even know what it is half the time but it made him think of you so he makes sure to get it for you

he doesn’t trip up on any of your new pronouns or name and makes it seem like he never even knew them. dead name???? what’s that??? a type of sauce?????

will let you vent to him whenever needed and will always make you a sundae after you’ve finished. it’s comically huge but it’s tasty and does make you feel a lot better, thanks beel

makes sure you remember to take off your binder if you’ve been wearing it for more than eight hours! and if you’ve been wearing heels to feel more fem he reminds you to take those off too and has a pair of slippers for you in his room that you can wear instead

hey! get this! He loves you so, so much :D

Belphie

you’re trans? ok kid join the club. he doesn’t make a big deal at all

are you still gonna cuddle with him and join him in his quest to make lucifer’s life difficult? yeah? ok then cool what’s ur name

if he hears someone misgender you he waits till you’ve left the room and just kills whoever did it, dude’s unhinged what did you expect from him honestly

he’s actually really curious about any hormone therapy you’re on and likes listening to you rant about it to him. he likes seeing your face light up and it partly reminds him of lilith

calls your hormones something stupid like “oh dude, your gamer girl juice arrived.” or “hey your little man potion is here.” ...thanks belphie

will NOT let you sleep in a binder or push up bra!!! not healthy!! let ur chest breath guys

like mammon, he gets you gendered gifts but they’re so fucking weird? you didn’t need a girls version of a collectable hot wheels set???? he got you blue lightning mcqueen sheets?????? those EXIST here????!!!!! when does he even shop......

introduces you to new people like “this is our resident boy/girl/human. they don’t do much but i think they’re cool.”

he really does care about you but he remembers when he came out he just didnt want people to make a big deal about it so he’s just doing what would have made him feel the most comfortable, but you can still see how much love he has for you when you look into his eyes

he loves you, so, so much :)

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forlornmelody · 4 years ago

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The Fantabulous Vacation of One Harley Quinn and Her Girlfriend Poison Ivy

Rating: T (suggestive themes, cartoon violence)

Fandom(s): DC Comics

Ship: Poison Ivy/Harley Quinn

Linkage: Ao3

Summary: Harley's been burning the wick at both ends and Ivy knows just the thing to help. But it takes more than just a change of scenery to get Harley to let go.

Note: Commission for @rookie009

~*~*~*

“You’re probably wondering Mr---Watchman--”

“Tockman.” Mr. Watchman spits. “William Tockman.”

“Why I’ve brought you here today.”

Mr. Watchman rolls his eyes. “I imagine you’re going to tell me.”

“Ah! Good. You’ve stopped struggling. Progress, Mister!” Harley boops him on the nose. Maybe she made the binding too tight? “I’m not cutting off your circulation, am I?” She leans in close. “Are you comfortable? I need you comfortable.”

“I’m tied up in ropes, wench!”

“Ah, see! This is what I’m talking about!” Harley sits across from him and his fainting couch, pulling her pen from her bun and making a heading on her notepad. “You have a whore madonna complex.” Chewing her pen, she murmurs, “perhaps from the trauma of your wife’s death? Cystic Fibrosis, was it?”

Her new patient says nothing. “Mister?” Harley glances up. “Willy?”

“Help!” William Tockman dangles from his left ankle, suspended in air by a beefy vine. “She’s gonna kill me!”

“Oh please. You’re hardly worth the trouble.” Ivy steps around him and the vine, brushing the dust off her hands. “Hi Harls!” How she got the vines up this far on this abandoned apartment building, Harley has no idea. But it sure has a lot of brick to climb.

“Ivy!” Harley doesn’t so much as hug her as ram her at full speed.

Her target, used to such behavior by now, braces for impact and manages to hug back. Harley takes a big whiff. “Mm. Jasmine?”

“Lilacs.” Ivy peers over at Clock King. “You...uh, busy?”

“Mm yeah. A little tied up at the moment. Or he is, at least.”

“So I see.” Ivy chews her lip, staring out the window as if she had left a reminder there. She makes a face as the draft stirs some of the painting tarp discarded on the floor. “I was thinking maybe we could get out of town for a bit.”

“HELP.”

“Are you asking for help, Billy? Or do you prefer Willy?”

“HELP ME! THESE WOMEN ARE CRAZY.”

“Great!” Harley says brightly. “Admitting you need help is the first step towards healing!”

“Harls? Are you even listening?”

“You need help dismantling another CEO along with his company?”

“No.”

“Fundraiser for conservation efforts?”

“Harley--”

“Pride pre-game with Kitty?”

“Harleen.” That stops Harley short. Ivy never calls her that. Mostly cause she hates getting called Pamela with an undying passion. Probably childhood trauma. But Harley digresses.

Ivy sighs. “Sorry. Look. I need a vacation. We need a vacation.”

“I need help!”

“SHUT UP ALREADY.” Ivy and Harley say it together, and Ivy waves a hand, muffling Harley’s captive, er, patient with a particularly broad leaf.

“Mm... I’m a little busy--”

Ivy glances at Tockman, finally. “I can see that.”

“Lemme look at my calendar. Mmm.. maybe...next year? Definitely the one after that.”

“Harls.”

“I know, I know. But there’s my derby team, missions with Task Force X, the Birds of Prey, my day job--”

“I know.” Ivy takes her hands, gently, and squeezes them. It’s the softness that stops Harley in her tracks. “It’s why you need some time off.”

“But--”

“Shh. I already have plane tickets and a hotel booked. You don’t have to plan a thing.”

Harley can’t help the blush creeping up on her cheeks. “Aww, shucks, Ives. When are we leaving?”

“Now. The plane’s departing in--shit. We gotta go.”

“MMRPH.”

“Oh, right.” Ivy releases Clock King with a patented thud as she shoves Harley out the door. “Bye!”

-----

“So, we’re we goin’?” Harley pushes the arm rest out of the way and rests her chin on Ivy’s shoulder. She glances at Ivy’s phone as if it’ll give her some clues. She spots a sudoku puzzle. “Japan?”

“No.”

“The Amazon?”

“Nope.”

“Themyscyra?”

Ivy gives her a look. “Really?”

“Er….my mom’s? Please say it’s not my mom’s.”

“It’s not your mom’s.”

“Thank God.”

“Also, why would we fly to your mom’s house when we could easily drive? Or take a commuter bus?”

“Good point. Mm.”

Ivy smooths Harley’s hair out of her eyes. “It’s a surprise.” She snatches a quick kiss before the flight attendant rolls by. “You’ll love it.”

In this moment, Harley’s pretty sure she’d love anywhere as long Ivy’s there with her. She’s lit up by the light of the tiny window behind her, and her crimson locks glow like an angel’s. But Harley knows well enough that neither of them are anywhere close to innocent. “Say, how’d you get us past security?”

Ivy winks at her.

“No casualties?”

Her lover mockingly brushes her own chest like a scandalized church mouse. “I would never!” she snorts. “They’ll be fine. Just a little dazed and confused.”

Harley leans her head on Ivy’s shoulder. “I know the feelin’.” And really! Harley’s proud of her. Ivy’s never been one to follow rules or care for humans. But she tries for Harley. Why she bothers when Mistah J never seemed to care, Harley has no idea. But it means the world to her.

-----

The taxi drops them off in front of a large revolving door. But it’s not the gold handles that capture Harley’s attention.

It’s the lush plants growing from every nook and cranny on the place. Harley bets Ivy could spend an hour naming all of them (scientific names and personal names.) Butterflies and hummingbirds in every color of the rainbow--and the faint buzzing of bees. A solitary stream crosses their path, and a wooden bridge stretches over it. Garden terrace after garden terrace rise up from the ground to an open-air cafe at the top.

And behind the walls and the hotel proper? A waterpark.

Harley’s eyes go as big as saucers. “Ivy! You shouldn’t have!” She squeezes her into a hug.

“Thanks, sweet pea, but I can’t breathe.” Ivy manages to get out.

“Oof, sorry. Here ya go.” Harley releases her, and Ivy pecks her on the cheek.

“Best part is, they’ve a zero-carbon footprint and they’re waste free.” Harley rarely sees her grin so wide.”

“Whoa.”

“They call it The Greenhouse.”

-----

Their first day at the resort passes in a blur. Harley shows Ivy a good time in and out of their bedroom. They go snorkeling in the ocean, ride the rides so many times Harley ends up upchucking their picnic at the beach, then make love at sunset in their honeymoon suite. Harley wonders if the management thinks they’re--well, they’re as good as, aren’t they? They don’t need rings or a wedding or a place of their own or--

“Harley?”

She blinks. Ivy only calls her that when she’s worried. Harley realizes she’s been staring at the chocolates on their pillows for God knows how long. “Yeah?”

“You okay?”

“Of course!” she says automatically, pulling Ivy into another kiss.

Ivy kisses back, then runs a finger down her cheek. “You’d tell me if you weren’t, right?” The setting sun makes her hair even redder, which Harley didn’t think possible, and Harley finds herself toying with her curls.

“Hey, I’ve been wonderin’.”

If Ivy notices the change in subject, she doesn’t mention it. “Yeah?”

“How come we haven’t seen any other guests? And how come we haven’t been arrested?”

“Oh! That.” Ivy waves a hand dismissively. “I rented out the whole resort.”

“With what money??”

Ivy shoots her a wicked look that sends shivers down Harley’s spine. “Ace Chemical’s investment fund.”

“Ooooh, you’re naughty.”

Harley dives in for another kiss but Ivy puts a finger to her lips. And doesn’t let her suck on it. Rude. “So, are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?”

“Since we’ve got all this extra cash, wanna make a run at the casino? I hear they donate the proceeds to rainforest restoration.”

“Alright.” Ivy sighs and reaches for her dress. Harley has a sinking feeling that she’s going to bring this up later. Maybe if Harley’s lucky she’ll forget about it? Yeah. Ivy forgets things all the time.

“Last one there buys the first round!”

-----

Ivy and Harley sit across from each other, an immaculate brunch setting between them and two mimosas. Her lover’s plate sits almost empty, and while Harley’s lies largely untouched. She keeps playing with her veggie egg white omelet, but the next bite never seems to make it to her mouth. “And then we can go for a walk on the beach later! Have you seen those beds? Right there on the water? Mm. Do you think anyone would hear us if we--”

“Harley, wait.”

“Like, the sound of the waves would cover it up, right? Mm. Maybe not. I’m loud. Not as loud as--”

“Harley, no. Stop. Stop.” Ivy presses her hands on either side of Harley’s face, drawing her to a standstill and inches away from her. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to!”

Ivy gives her a sad smile, shaking her head gently. “You don’t have to impress me, Harls. I love you.”

Harley, in typical Harley fashion, vibrates with energy. “But…I want this to be special. As special as y--”

“This vacation already is special. Cause you’re here with me.”

“But--” I’m not that special, Harley wants to say. But she knows Ivy won’t let her get away with saying that out loud. She wants to crawl underneath the tablecloth and hide until Ivy leaves. They always leave in the end. Once they get what they want. Mistah J--

“I love you, Harley Quinn.” Ivy takes her hand, gently, rubbing her thumb over her knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And maybe. Maybe it’s that she doesn’t know what to do if Ivy stays. It’s easier to love someone who doesn’t love her back. It’s safe. Ahem. Emotionally safe, Dr. Quinzel says inside her head. For once, Harley has nothing to say. She’s too busy trying to keep the tears from falling.

“You don’t have to do anything. I already love you.” Ivy bites her lip--the way she always does when she’s thinking hard. Like how best to resurrect a drooping petunia or a rose bush that has a pest. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself. “And if it’s not too much--too early--to say this: I always will.”

“You proposin’ or somethin’?” The words tumble out of Harley’s mouth before she can stop them. Her cheeks feel like they’re blushing as bright as Ivy’s hair.

“I…” Ivy’s eyes widen. “I-I don’t have a ring on me.”

Shit. Fuck. ShitshitshitFuuuuuuuuuck. “I’msorryIdidn’tmeanit.” “It’s way too soon.” Harley puts on her best brave face--the same one she always put on when Bats showed up and Mistah J magically was nowhere to be found. “Marriage is so outda--”

“Harley.” Ivy puts her entire hand over her face. “Quinn.” “I never said I didn’t want to marry you.”

“Mmphwr?”

“Who wouldn’t want to marry Harley Quinn? You’re amazing.” She traces her eyebrows. “You’re the smartest person I know.” Boops her nose. “You’re impossible to kill. Holy fuck.” Runs her fingertip across her bottom lip. “You…” Ivy presses her lips together, looking down at the table. “You helped me love again when I hated everyone.”

“Pam.” Fuck, she’s getting misty eyed.

“I mean it. I was ready to wipe humanity off the map and start over.” She laughs a little, her voice rough as she wipes her cheek with the back of her hand. “But then you came along and nominated yourself my new shrink.”

“Don’t give me all the credit.” Wow, okay. Maybe she’s more than just misty-eyed. “You saved me too. From Mistah Jay. From Bats. From what woulda been a really boring life.”

Ivy’s smile slips slightly. “You’re not gonna die on me, are you Harls?”

Harley squeezes her hand. “Nah. You’re stuck with me.” Her words come out a little thick. “For richer or poorer.”

Her lover leans in close, capturing her lips in a warm kiss. “That’s usually pretty literal for you.”

“HEY.”

“It’s true! Guess I’ll have to see if Ace or maybe Lexcorp has any funds they won’t miss. I need to get that ring soon. Garnet? Spinel maybe?”

“Aww, shucks. How am I gonna be surprised now?”

Ivy scoffs. “If it’s a real surprise, it’s not a good time for a proposal.”

“But what if I want to be like those girls in those Tik Toks? Like where you propose to me but like I got my own box in my pocket?”

“Harley. A ring box wouldn’t fit in your tiny ass pockets, and you know it.”

“You know what would fit in my shorts?”

“Harleen Francis Quinzel.” Her laughter dissolves in a kiss and Harley pulls her back to their suite. They got a lot of planning to do. Though Harley has a pretty good feeling they’re not gonna get a whole lot of planning done today. But Harley’s okay with that. Pam’s always been the top of her to-do list anyway.

#harlivy #DC comics #poisonquinn #harley quinn #poison ivy #clock king #fluff isn't my usual so PLEASE tell me what you think #so sugary sweet you're gonna need to brush your teeth #melody writes #fluff

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your-denki-kun · 4 years ago

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Finding Out

Katsuki Bakugou x Denki Kaminari & Eijirou Kirishima x Izuku Midoriya Izuku and Denki are brothers

A/N: No idea what this is, but I had fun writing this. It doesn’t make sense so don’t come at me. Requests are welcome, no smut however. Sorry for any spelling mistakes, I try my best. This has also been posted on my AO3 account, go check it out.

What: Funny, mood-swings,

Word count: 3256

~3rd person pov.~

There are many things people don't know about Izuku Midoriya and Denki Kaminari. The two are very a like for example, but no one really notices since Denki and Izuku don't hang out in public or around others all that much. Katsuki and Eijirou do however know how close and different these two are from what they let on.

And in moments like these it's that they are reminded of those facts again. Eijirou and Katsuki are hanging out in Katsuki's room, just playing some games on Katsuki's PS4. As they're about to start another round the door to the dorm bursts open, a scared Denki running inside and jumping onto his boyfriend.

''Kat! Hide me!'' Denki exclaims as he shakes violently.

''The fuck did you do?'' Katsuki asks as he places down his controller and turns to his boyfriend, back to the door.

''Well, I was hanging ou-''

''Denki Kaminari, get your ass over here right now.'' A low, threatening voice growls from the doorway.

The three boys inside the room look at the door slowly, eyes widening in fear when they see the seething Izuku who's standing in the doorway of the dark and clean room in which the three boys are seated. Denki shrieks as he clings to Katsuki while Eijirou slowly gets up, holding his hands out in front of him as he approaches his boyfriend.

''Izu, Bunny, calm down please.'' Eijirou tries, hoping Izuku will calm down.

''No. I told him to be fucking careful, yet he wasn't.'' Izuku growls as he looks past Eijirou at the terrified Denki.

''Spark plug, what did you do?'' Katsuki whispers, eyes never leaving Izuku who's shaking in anger.

''I was reading one of his All Might comics and accidentally made a minor rip in one of the pages!'' Denki exclaims, never letting go of Katsuki nor looking away from Izuku.

Eijirou and Katsuki slowly turn their heads towards Denki, faces pale as their eyes widen further if that's even possible. Izuku takes a step into the room, it's heavy and makes all boys look at him once again. Eijirou jumps at Izuku and holds him from behind, arms over the greenetes to prevent him from doing anything with them, as he hardens his arms.

''Run Kami!'' Eijirou exclaims as he wrestles his boyfriend for the sake of his bro.

Denki jumps up with a nod and runs away while screaming a thank you. Katsuki slowly gets up and walks over to Izuku who's starting to trash less and less, seeing the blond is getting further away by the second. Slowly, but carefully Eijirou loosens his hold, looking at Izuku intensely to make sure he doesn't make a run for it.

''I'll buy you a new one from his money, now calm the fuck down.'' Katsuki groans as he places both hands on the shorts shoulders.

''Swear.'' Izuku says in a low voice as he stares into Katsuki's eyes without blinking.

''I swear.'' Katsuki says, looking him straight in the eyes.

''Okay!'' Izuku cheers as he starts smiling again as his eyes sparkle in happiness.

''Damn your mood swings.'' Katsuki grumbles as he removes his hands from his shoulders and turns away.

''What was that?'' Izuku asks softly.

''Nothing.''

''That's what I thought.'' Izuku smiles as he turns to his boyfriend and hugs him tight.

Eijirou smiles and wraps his arms around the smaler’s torso while his arms are around his waist. The redhead buries his face in the mob of messy green curls while Izuku buries his face in the taller's chest. Katsuki looks at them silently for a few second before taking out his phone and texting Denki that it's safe.

''I'm sorry Izuku.'' Denki says softly as he carefully walks into the room, keeping his distance from the green haired male.

''It's fine. Kacchan swore he'd get me a new one from your money.'' Izuku smiles as he skips over to the electric blond and hugs him.

''Kaaaaat! Whyyyyy?!'' Denki whines as he hugs Izuku back.

''You asked me to help, so I fucking did.'' Katsuki shrugs nonchalantly.

''You're not doing it?'' Izuku asks with puppy eyes as he looks Denki in the eyes, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

''I'm doing it!'' Denki shrieks in fear.

''Good.'' Izuku smiles as he lets go of Denki and walks back over to Eijirou. ''What did we interrupt anyway?''

''Nothing much, we were about to start a new round.'' Eijirou shrugs as he plants a kiss on Izuku's forehead as he looks up at him.

''Hmm, cool. Well, me and Denki will leave you guys again.'' Izuku smiles as he skips over to the door. ''Bye Kacchan, Eichan!''

''Bye Bunny.''

''Bye Deku.''

''Denki.'' Izuku smiles sweetly.

''Bye guys.''

''Bye.''

Denki follows after Izuku as they leave the room and close the door behind them. The two of them go to Denki's room and just talk with one another and make some homework, seeing Denki was stuck on some questions. When dinner rolls around the four of them sit together with the rest of the Naku-squad and talk, the Deku-squad also joining them.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

''Hey, Deku-kun?'' Uraraka asks, three and a half week after the incident with the comic book.

''Yes Uraraka-san?'' Izuku asks as he looks up from his homework and at his friend.

''You've been hanging out with the Baku-squad a lot, is there a reason?''

''Ah, well, Kacchan and me are on good terms again and Eijirou is a part of the Baku-squad, so I guess that's why I hang out with them.'' Izuku hums as he taps his chin as he thinks about it.

''I see....'' Uraraka mumbles as she looks down again.

''Is something wrong Uraraka-san?'' Izuku asks worriedly as he moves closer to his friend.

''You just barely hang out with us anymore. I guess I just miss you.'' She admits shamefully.

''I see. I'll try hanging out with you guys more. I guess I have been hanging out with you guys less.''

''Thank you Deku-kun.''

''No problem Uraraka-san.''

The two of them get back to homework and once they're done Izuku leaves and goes up to Eijirou's room. As he gets there he just walks inside without knocking and sees Eijirou and Denki sitting on the ground as they play some game and Katsuki sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone. Izuku smiles and flops down onto the bed.

''Finaly fucking done?'' Katsuki grumbles without looking at the green haired male.

''Yeah. Sorry it took so long. She was complaining about me hanging out with you guys too much. It's only natural considering, but I guess she isn't the smartest, so yeah.'' Izuku mumbles as he looks at the TV screen.

''Izu, be nice to your friends.'' Denki scolds without looking away from the screen. ''Mom hates it when we're mean.''

''I know Denki. Ei, can we cuddle later?''

''Sure thing Bunny.''

''Kat?'' Denki asks in a hopeful tone.

''Yeah, yeah. We can cuddle as well. Damn you affectionate people.'' Katsuki grumbles as he still doesn't look away from his phone screen.

''There is nothing wrong with wanting affection Kacchan.'' Izuku huffs in an offended way.

''Shut it nerd.''

''Be nice to him Katsuki.'' Eijirou sighs.

''Fuck off.''

''Kacchan.'' Izuku says in a low, warning voice.

''Protective much?'' Katsuki grumbles softly.

''I heard that.'' Izuku giggles.

''You know we both are Kat.'' Denki points out as their round ends.

''I know.'' Katsuki sighs as he puts down his phone.

''You two done?'' Izuku asks as Eijirou turns off the PS4 and the TV.

''Mhm.'' Denki hums as he climbs onto the bed and sits in Katsuki's lap.

Izuku softly whines as he looks at Eijirou with sad eyes. The redhead chuckles as he gets onto the bed as well and pulls Izuku onto his lap, holding him close. Izuku immediately smiles as he cuddles up to Eijirou. Denki and Izuku look at each other and smile contently before closing their eyes again.

''Comfy?'' Eijirou asks softly as he pulls his hand through Izuku's hair.

''Mhm.''

''Good.''

The four of them sit in silence for a while, both couples in their own little bubble. They get snapped out of it however by knocks on the door. They all exchange glances before Eijirou gets up and walks over to the door. He opens it to reveal Sero and Ashido, the both of them smiling brightly.

''Hey Kiri!'' Ashido cheers as she waves.

''Hey Ash, Sero. What brings you guys here?'' Eijirou smiles back.

''We were wondering if you are up to join us for a shopping trip.'' Sero grins.

''Shopping trip?!'' Denki and Izuku exclaim as they jump up and run over to the door.

''Yes.'' Ashido says with a bright smile.

''Can we go?'' Denki and Izuku ask their boyfriends as they make puppy eyes.

''Sure.'' Eijirou smiles as he gives Izuku a kiss.

''Whatever.'' Katsuki grumbles as he gets up and walks over to the door as well.

Ashido, Izuku and Denki cheer while Eijirou and Sero smile as Katsuki just grumbles softly. They all head downstairs and put on their shoes and coat before walking out. Denki and Izuku practically skip as they smile brightly and talk with each other. The rest follows them as they keep talking, keeping an eye on the two overly happy boys.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

''Have you seen Ei? I can't find him.'' Izuku asks denki as they walk around outside.

''No, have you seen Kat?''

''No.''

The two look at each other worried. They look around in search for their boyfriends. Eventually they can faintly hear Katsuki yell something. They look at each other, nod and start sprinting to where they heard him. As they get there they see a few people whom they don't recognize picking on Katsuki and Eijirou.

''The two of you will get nowhere. You are a weakling and you are too much like a villain to become a hero.'' One of the guys taunts.

Both Denki and Izuku see red when they hear that. They storm over as Katsuki yells at them to shut up. Izuku stands in front of Eijirou while Denki stands in front of Katsuki. They glare at the group of five student with their deadliest glare, causing the five students to gulp. Their hair shadows over their eyes as they grin evilly.

''What did you say?'' They both ask in a low threatening voice.

''That they won't get anywhere. That the redhead is weak and the blond is too villain-like.'' The brown haired guy from before taunts.

''I see.'' Denki says lowly as he glances at Izuku.

''Sparkplug, calm down.'' Katsuki hisses worriedly.

''Bunny, don't do anything stupid.'' Eijirou pleads softly.

''Don't worry.'' Denki and Izuku say, getting into fighting positions as they keep looking at the group of students.

Both Izuku and Denki start up their quirks, causing sparks to surround their body, never do they stop glaring at the students. The students take a step back in shock while Eijirou and Katsuki look at each other for a few seconds. It's very silent, the only thing that can be heard is the sparkling electricity. Eijirou and Katsuki turn to the students.

''Run.'' Is all they say before Izuku and Denki charge at the students.

The later group of people turn around and start running for their life, running past many other students, including 2-A. Izuku and Denki glance at each other and nod once again as their grin widens. Izuku grabs Denki and starts running while using his quirks power, causing Denki to fly after him.

Once they get closer Izuku throws Denki at the five students as he runs after him. Denki activates his quirk and shocks all the students, causing them to fall to the ground. Izuku stops beside Denki and smiles sweetly at the five students, Denki doing the same. Class 2-A and Katsuki and Eijirou reach them, seeing they ran after Izuku and Denki.

''Don't mess with my boyfriend.'' They both say in a innocent tone before turning away and walking over to their boyfriends.

''Are you okay Eichan?'' Izuku asks worried as he inspects Eijirou.

''I'm fine Bunny.'' Eijirou smiles as he hugs the smaller male.

''Kat, you good?'' Denki asks as he looks at Katsuki intently.

''I'm fucking fine.'' Katsuki sighs as he too hugs his smaller boyfriend.

''Uhm, what just happened?'' Uraraka asks as she looks at the four males.

''They said mean things to my boyfriend.'' Denki and Izuku state in a dead serious tone as they turn to their classmates.

''Okay, but why shock them?'' Todoroki asks in his usual monotone voice.

''Because they said mean things to my boyfriend and only four people are allowed to do that.'' Senki and Izuku deadpan.

''And who are that?'' Tokoyami asks.

''Me, Izuku, Eijirou and Mitsuki.'' Denki shrugs as he hugs Katsuki again.

''Me, Denki, Kacchan and Aizawa sensei.'' Izuku shrugs before hugging Eijirou again.

''Why Aizawa?'' Denki asks with a frown.

''He can be scary when angry.'' Izuku explains as he shudders.

''I guess that's true.'' Denki hums as he nods.

''Ah! Denki.'' Izuku all of a sudden says as he walks away from Eijirou and pulls Denki away from Katsuki.

''Yeah?''

''Come with me.'' Izuku states before dragging Denki off.

''What's that about? Kero.'' Tsuyu asks as she looks after the two boys.

''No idea.'' Eijirou shrugs as he looks at Katsuki shrugs as well.

The two boys walk up to Izuku's room and sit on the bed. Denki's brows are knitted together as he looks at Izuku with his head slightly tilted. The green haired boy gets up from his bed and walks over to his desk, opening one of the drawers and rummaging through it for a bit before grabbing a tube and walking back over to Denki.

''Your quirk must have hurt you somewhere.'' Is all Izuku says.

''Ah, yeah.'' Denki says as he takes of his shirt, revealing some red marks on his shoulders.

''The cream might be cold.'' Izuku says to which the blond hums.

Izuku moves closer and gently rubs the cream onto the red lines. It's something that always happens when Denki uses his quirk too much. The blond just sits there and lets Izuku do what he needs to do in order for the lines to fade. As the green haired male is done the blond puts on his shirt once again.

''Thanks Izu.''

''No problem Denki. The class will ask a lot of questions'' Izuku sighs as his figure slumps.

''I guess we can tell the class if they want to know.''

''True, true.''

The two sit in silence for a while. It gets broken by knocking on the door. Exchanging looks they shrug and Izuku walks over to the door. He opens it and sees Eijirou and Katsuki, causing him to smile brightly as he steps aside. The two of them walk inside. Katsuki walks over to Denki with a slight frown as Eijirou hugs Izuku tight.

''Why did you take Denki?'' Eijirou mumbles into Izuku's hair.

''When he uses his quirk too much he gets red lines that can become scars if we don't put the cream on it. So I took him here to look for lines and treat them.'' Izuku explains with a bright smile.

''I see. That's manly of you, Bunny.'' Eijirou purrs softly as he holds Izuku tighter.

''Did those fuckers hurt you?'' Katsuki asks Denki as he looks at him with slight worry.

''No. Just some faint mark from my quirk, but Izu put the cream on it so it's fine.'' Denki smiles as he hugs Katsuki.

''We should explain everything to the class now. They are confused and want answers.'' Eijirou says as he slightly pulls away from Izuku.

''Yeah, we probably should.'' Izuku and Denki sigh in sync.

They all walk out of the room and head downstairs, asking people to get everyone down in the common room. Izuku and Denki stand beside each other as Katsuki and Eijirou sit on the couch with the rest of the squad. Once everyone is down they look at the two brothers expectingly. They look at each other and sigh.

''You must all have questions.'' Izuku smiles as he looks back at the class.

''What did we witness?'' Ojirou asks.

''Me and Izu beat up some students because they hurt Kat and Eijirou.'' Denki hums with a content smile.

''Why are you two so close?'' Hagakure asks.

''Well, mom adopted Denki a while ago, so we're brothers. Eijirou and Kacchan know because Eichan is dating me and Kacchan grew up with us, and he’s dating Denki.'' Izuku smiles brightly.

''But Kaminari has a different last name.''

''I wanted that.''

''How come we didn't know?''

''Well we have different friend groups, but seeing Eijirou is part of Denki's friend group I hung out with them more. So I hung out with Denki more too.''

''You two aren't alike at all though.'' Shouji comments.

''Because I'm his adoptive brother.''

''No, well, yes, but like. You two don't share the same interests or hobbies and don't act alike.'' Uraraka clarifies, understanding what Shouji means.

''But we are very alike.'' The both of them say.

''No.'' almost everyone replies.

''We are!'' Izuku exclaims as his eyes tear up.

''Oh god, Izu calm down. They just don't know. It's okay.'' Denki is quick to shush him.

''But, but-''

''Shh, it's okay.'' Denki whispers as he hugs Izuku who hugs him back tight.

''Uhm, what is happening?'' A few classmates ask.

''Shut the fuck up.'' Katsuki growls as he and Eijirou get up and help comfort the cinnamon rol.

''Izu, Bunny, it's okay. Just calm down. You two are alike, they just don't see it yet.'' Eijirou shushes as he massages his scalp.

''Don't listen to the fucking extra's Deku.''

Slowly Izuku calms down, but he doesn't make a move to break his hug with Denki. Eijirou and Katsuki smile before sitting back down. Denki moves slightly so he's facing the class while rubbing Izuku's back as the later nuzzles his nose against the blonds neck, causing him to chuckle softly.

''Sorry about that. Izu has mood swings. He hates it when people say we aren't alike because in his mind it means you guys think he's lying and he hates that.'' Denki chuckles as Izuku tightens his hold on him.

''How bad can it get?''

''Bad. I once accidentally made a tiny rip in one of his comic books and he was chasing me and being scary, he called me by my full name and was cursing. Eijirou held him while I made a run for it and Kat said he'd buy him a new one. Izu made him swear it and once he did he was his cheerful, bubbly self again in a second.''

''Wow.''

''Yeah. You'll get used to it eventually. Anyway. I'll hand Izu over to Ei for now so they can cuddle. And I want cuddles from you, Kat.'' Denki whines as he lets go of Izuku and opens his arms as he makes grabby hands and pouts.

''Spoiled brat.'' Katsuki grumbles as he gets up and hugs Denki.

''I'm your spoiled brat.''

''Of fucking course you are.'' Katsuki mumbles as he picks up Denki and walks off.

''Okay, come one Bunny. We're getting cuddles.'' Eijirou smiles as he picks up Izuku who holds him koala style and walks off as well.

''What did we just witness?''

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Tied in Green

Words: 5,858 Content Warnings: Food, Lonliness, Magical S//H in a weird way? Characters: Remus (POV), Roman, Virgil Ships: Dukexiety Rating: T Genre: Emotional Hurt/Comfort

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Remus isn’t ashamed of himself. He agrees that sometimes he doesn’t like the things that suck him in. The things that he can’t get out of his head and make him feel horrible for even thinking. Those things upset him, too. But ultimately, he’s not ashamed of who he is or what he likes. But he’s pretty certain everyone else is.

He doesn’t keep friends for very long. His mom pushes him aside more often than not. Remus can be himself in private, but not here, she says. It’s what she always says. People will laugh at his jokes in school, but they never actually want to hang out. Remus is alone again, listening to his brother and friends laugh in the other room. They sound like they’re having fun and he’s jealous. But he knows better than to ask to join. He would do something to ruin it for Roman, anyway. Remus knocked twice at his desk.

Roman gets all awkward and weird and it’s clearly just a pity invite even if Remus did ask to join. They don’t make fun of him, but there’s not much of an effort to include him either. Roman and his friends don’t let him in on inside jokes, don’t ask his opinions, and sometimes talked like he’s not there. They acknowledge him if he talks, but that’s it. Remus doesn’t get included, which hurts more than sitting alone, sometimes.

Remus only wanted to spend time with his brother. His friends are always over and Remus never has the chance anymore. He’s too busy with his homework when they’re not over. He missed Roman. And Remus couldn’t deny that it hurt that Roman always seemed to make time for his friends, but never for Remus.

They used to be inseparable. His mom used to joke that they were twins because Remus never acted his age and they looked so alike. They weren’t supposed to grow apart. When they were kids, they planned on having adventures together. But this was the third time this week alone that Remus is stuck listening to Roman playfully bicker with his friends the next room over.

The headphones weren’t enough sometimes, and tonight was one of those times. Remus sighed and dropped his computer headphones on his desk. He wasn’t paying any attention to this book, anyway. They were playing a four-player game with three players and kept lamenting that the game was too hard. But they never asked him to join. He kept hoping they would. He considered just going over and inviting himself, but he didn’t feel like being pitied today. And what if he said something? What if he did something? Remus rapped his knuckle on the desk again.

Remus slipped on his boots and a windbreaker and headed out of his room, glancing into Roman’s open door as he passed. They were laughing at a TV show together. He headed down the stairs with a sigh. “I’m going for a walk, ma,” Remus called into his mother’s office as he passed and she held her finger over her lips while she was on the phone. Right. Remus headed out the front door and locked up behind himself.

The fall night was enchanting. It was somewhat chilly for a windbreaker, but Remus welcomed it. Remus enjoyed having sleeves to play with, so he liked fall and winter. This windbreaker has a zipper on the cuff that Remus fiddled with while he walked down the street. He didn’t have anywhere in mind to go, honestly. He just wanted to get out of there. It didn’t feel right.

He could go to the corner store that was near his house that had a great selection of weird gummy candies. He could also go for some pizza-flavoured chips. This was a stomach ache waiting to happen, but Remus wasn’t exactly known for self-control. He was known for taking dares from strangers and getting suspended for scaling the wall of the school just to see if he could.

He kicked at an acorn as he walked down the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets. He was going to eat an entire package of pizza chips and he knew it. And they always made his breath smell like throw up, which Remus thought was incredibly cool that the flavourings could taste so good and smell so bad as soon as they got wet.

No one else liked his pizza-chip breath, though. Actually, he was the only one he knew who liked those pizza chips. Sour cream and onion sounded good, too. He liked to eat them with the pizza chips. If you got the right brands of chips, it was like eating pizza and ranch. His mom might get mad at him for just leaving to buy snacks at the corner store, so he’d need a way to hide the bag from her.

Remus wished he knew how to reign himself in, he honestly did. He was always running his mouth and getting himself in trouble before he even knew what was happening. He knew he could be unpleasant, too. And he was worried about what he was capable of. Remus had some bad thoughts and dark knowledge and he didn’t want to act on them, but they were there. He knew how to do lots of bad things. In a weak moment he could, right? He didn’t want to… but…

He tried his hardest, but he wasn’t soft and cuddly. Roman’s friend Patton was sweet and nice and Remus would give anything just to sit with him and watch a movie sometime. Patton talked through movies, too. They could whisper to each other and split a bowl of popcorn. It would be amazing. Patton smelled like fabric softener and made Remus feel bubbly with delight.

But Remus unsettled Patton. He was too nice to say it, but Roman asked him to dial it back for Patton’s sake more than once. Logan at least was interested when Remus brought up interesting things that popped into his head. But Remus had seen Patton recoil before. And Roman would sigh and roll his eyes and tell Remus that they shouldn’t talk about that. Patton would apologize sometimes.

That generally made Remus feel worse because it’s not like he intended to freak out Patton, but it wasn’t Patton’s fault for not liking the subject matter, either. They just came out of Remus’s mouth and it was his inability to not run his mouth that was the cause. Remus pulled at the zipper a few times, feeling bad all over again for it. It had been a while since Remus’s last fuck up with Patton, but Remus never forgot. He knew he should stop pining pointlessly.

Someone was coming up on the sidewalk drew Remus’s eye and out of his self-pity pit. It looked like there was a fellow weirdo out tonight. Someone in a stylistic fox mask and a trench coat was coming down towards Remus on the sidewalk from over the small hill Remus had to walk up to get to the corner store. The outfit reminded Remus of a comic book villain. Actually, if they flipped the fox mask for a kabuki one, they’d basically be Yokai from Big Hero Six. Remus wondered what a cosplayer or whatever was doing on a nighttime walk, and also if Remus could join them. Remus had a mostly put-together Deathstroke cosplay in his closet he could go put on.

“Hey, can I ask what the costume is? It looks great,” Remus waved when he got close enough for the stranger to hear.

“Thanks, but this is just me,” The stranger shrugged, walking up to Remus. “How would you like to be someone else, though?” The stranger asked out of absolutely nowhere.

“I’d give anything,” Remus replied before he even considered it.

“Even your soul?” The stranger asked, and Remus stopped to weigh his options. What was Remus doing with his soul, anyway? “I kid, you don’t actually have to think about that,” The stranger chuckled out a deep rattling noise that shook their whole torso while they shook their head. “Nothing so permanent. How about some time?” They offered again, an amused smile barely peeking out from under the mask.

“Like sitting through a seminar or something?” Remus asked, shifting his weight on his feet and furrowing his eyebrows.

“No, that’s so dreadfully boring. Just a bit off the end for as long as you use what I’m offering. It’s a very fair trade,” They reassured him dismissively. This was red flag central for some grade-A weird, dangerous shit. Awesome. Not awesome? Remus wasn’t sure. He still wanted to be someone else.

“Oh, is this some deal with the devil shit?” Remus hummed curiously, still not sure how to parse this situation.

“No, no. Not affiliated. Just someone that gets called the devil often. I’m sure you can relate,” The masked stranger waved their hands.

“Boy, do I ever,” Remus agreed and crossed his arms. Remus’s stupid suggestions often got him in the hot seat. Not that he didn’t deserve it, but… “The exact amount of time? Not some stupid equation where I’m getting screwed like a prom date?” Remus did the smart thing and double-check for once instead of his impulsiveness taking the wheel.

“Damn, who are you dealing with usually? No, the exact amount of time. Second per second off the natural lifespan. If you started taking better care of yourself, you’d barely lose a thing,” They shrugged, speaking as if they didn’t understand the distrust.

“What’s in it for you?” Remus furrowed his eyebrows at the masked stranger, tapping his finger on his crossed arms.

“I get the time and the entertainment value of it all. The paranormal gets boring without doing this kind of thing every once in a while,” The stranger twisted their hand in the air and leaned on one leg. They put their hand on their hip and looked Remus up and down.

Remus was still suspicious about the whole thing. Something-something and deals with the fae? Not that this looked like a fairy or anything. Actually, how would Remus know how to identify the fae? The fae could look like anything, and Remus doesn’t have any iron on him.

“Iron does nothing to me, anyway. Soft and cuddly, right? Something Patton would like? I’ve got just the thing,” They held up a finger and a bright green ribbon materialized around it.

“Ah, didn’t realize you were listening,” Remus chuckled to himself. The stranger clearly knew what Remus wanted. He hoped that was the only thing they heard, though. “You know what, fuck me up, fam,” Remus declared, holding up his hand in the air triumphantly. The ribbon appeared in Remus’s hand and he gripped it enthusiastically.

“Just tie it onto yourself. Take it off to be human again, so put it somewhere easy to reach. And if it goes more than a small distance from you, it’ll show up in your hand again. This is only yours, so don’t bother trying to use it on someone else or giving it away. It’ll never work. If you try to show it off, it also won’t work, because that’s a fucking headache. You’ll have to change somewhere private. Have fun and try not to get yourself killed, please. That sucks for the both of us,” They sounded delighted while Remus looked at the silky ribbon. It was a bright green, like fresh leaves in spring and not subtle at all. Exactly his style. Remus shoved the ribbon in his pocket and bowed deeply, twisting his hand in front of him and stepping one leg to the side.

“So what does it do?” Remus asked, looking up to the masked stranger from his bow. They had lifted their mask just enough for Remus to make out a sharp-toothed grin as they faded from existence. Well, that was delightfully creepy. “Oh, points for style,” Remus hummed, and he made out the faintest deep cackle that also faded away.

What a nice… whatever that was. Mysterious entities that could read thoughts and create things from nothing were good in Remus’s book. He felt the ribbon between his fingers in his pocket. It felt pleasantly warm. He could find out what it did by putting it on. But this probably wasn’t private enough to use it. He was out in the open. Maybe it only mattered if people were looking at him? Well, he still had his chip-acquisition duty to get to.

Remus resumed his walk down the street. He couldn’t have anticipated a depression walk resulting in a deal with a demon or whatever, but it certainly was a better outcome than usual. He continued to feel the toasty ribbon in his pocket as he walked down the road. The possibilities filled his mind as he trekked on. Soft and cuddly, huh? Another Patton? That would be weird. A bear? Bears probably aren’t cuddly for very long. Remus would love to be a bear, though. Remus, but capable of fighting his impulsiveness? Unrealistic, even for magic.

Were there… weird magic people always listening to his thoughts? He really hoped not. Remus had some awful thoughts. Terrible, horrible, sickening thoughts. Thoughts he was always thankful that at least no one could hear. And someone heard. Magical beings probably wouldn’t listen all the time, right? If they were listening to all of his thoughts, they never would have talked with Remus. Or they would have treated Remus way worse. He also couldn’t imagine some weird magical entity wanting to listen to Remus thinking about what cooked stink bugs might smell like and what he would look like with a giraffe neck even when he wasn’t having shitty thoughts. Maybe they only listened out for random wishes. Was that a genie? No, there weren’t three wishes and the fox mask demon got something in return.

He should be more concerned about literally cutting his life short with a magic ribbon, but he wasn’t. Remus couldn’t think out that far. Every time he questioned if it was the right idea, he wondered what he got to turn into. It was something non-human, and it seemed like the random magic stranger didn’t like things that would make a big kerfuffle, so it was probably something that would blend in. It made the most sense with what they said. Unless it was all a trick, anyway.

Remus opened the convenience store door and made a bee-line to the snacks aisle. He grabbed some gummy brains and rats and examined the shelf for anything else. Candy moustaches? Sure, why not? Remus turned aisles to grab chips and headed up to the register, also tossing up a bottle of soda from a cooler near the register.

The cashier kept one eye on the TV while checking Remus out, not even acknowledging him. That was normal, at least. Remus waved after he picked up his bag of snacks, but the cashier was staunchly watching the TV again. He cracked open the bags of chips to snack on as he walked down the sidewalk, taking a handful of each flavour and shoving them all into his mouth at once.

It was a tasty combo. If Remus ate them down enough, he could roll the bags and make them easier to sneak past everyone, and since they were open, he’d have to eat them evenly, anyway. It was a win-win. Maybe not for Remus’s life span, but that was years out and Remus didn’t know how to even conceptualize that. He could start jogging or something. That’s healthy, right? Probably not enough to cancel out eating an entire bag’s worth of potato chips on the way home. But he already planned on doing that and just because he got a magic ribbon didn’t mean he needed to go changing his very important impulsive plans.

How did his lifespan work, anyway? Mm, chips. Remus decided he didn’t care. Was that an awful thought? Well, maybe as long as it was only Remus’s life span. It’s kind of like deciding to only eat fast food or something. He could ask the mysterious fox mask person if he ever saw them again, but otherwise, there wasn’t much else to do about it. He had more important things to do, like make sure he ate the same amount of chips from each bag.

The walk back to his house went much faster as Remus gorged himself on chips. He rolled up the remaining chips bags so they wouldn’t stick out of the shopping bag. Perfect, now he shouldn’t have to share if Roman saw and his mom won’t see and he won’t get in trouble. He still had a random grocery bag, but maybe luck would be on his side. He didn’t want to share any of this. It would throw off the balance of the bags.

The front door unlocked with a click and Remus stepped in, locking up behind himself. He glanced at the wall clock and realized the trip took a solid forty-five minutes longer than it should have. Does talking with weird demons warp time? He hoped he wasn’t in trouble. He could legally be out, but his mother didn’t like him wandering around at night getting in trouble. Remus walked down the hall, waving to his mom in the office. She didn’t even look up from her computer. What was she doing working that late, anyway?

Roman’s bedroom door was closed as he passed it. Remus sighed as he stepped into his bedroom and closed the door behind him. He had no reason to worry; it seemed. Nobody cared that he came home safe. Remus kicked off his shoes, which thudded on the floor, and dropped off the snacks bag on his desk.

Remus looked around the room and reached into his pocket. Well, it was the moment of truth. Did Remus hate being perceived in the manner he was so much he was willing to literally shorten his lifespan to be something else? He stared at the ribbon. Finding out what it was he could turn into would help him decide, right? This should be an important decision. Or something. He didn’t care anymore. Remus put his foot upon his desk chair and tied the ribbon into a bow on his ankle. As soon as the ribbons pulled into place, Remus felt overwhelmingly dizzy. Like he did a backflip into another dimension and out again.

His brain wasn’t working at first. There was so much new input he didn’t expect that it took him a moment to settle into even comprehending. Things were brighter and louder and stronger smelling. And… taller. Or he was significantly smaller. He did not know yet. Remus stumbled and fell over, reaching up for his head. There were no fingers, though, only a paw pad pressing into a damp nose. Huh. Remus closed his eyes and tried to get his bearings. He swore he had better senses and spatial awareness. Remus wobbled over to the floor-length mirror after he pulled himself up.

That was the largest cat he’d ever seen, staring back at him with bright spring-green eyes in the mirror. It was not a cat breed he’d recognized. He was thick with fluff and had tawny grey fur spotted with black tabby markings. Remus swished his tail and spun around, looking at himself before turning back to the mirror. A big fluffy cat certainly fit the bill. Remus wanted to pet himself, even.

Walking on all fours didn’t take any adjusting to after he gained his bearings, and there was no pile of clothes where he was, so magic must have been helping Remus to adjust. His tail was weirding him out, though. He could only control it if it consciously focused on it, but otherwise, it swished about without his input.

He licked his paw and ran it across the top of his head to make the big gray tuft there stick straight up. Other than being probably three times the size of his nana’s house cat, Remus was pretty cute. He sat on the floor and examined himself. He should turn back, right? No, he should check stuff out to help him decide. Remus headed around his room.

Things were bizarre at this height, but it was an interesting type of strange. Remus weaved under his desk chair and went under the desk. It was a nice hidey-hole as a cat. He disliked small spaces less; it was comfortable under here. He pushed his head on the corner of the desk and his eyes widened. Fuck, that feels nice. No wonder cats do it all the time. Remus pushed his head against the side of the desk a few more times.

Remus looked up at his loft bed. Could he get up there? Remus backed up across the room to get a running start and had to swerve to dodge the bed frame. Fuck, he was faster than he expected. He backed up to jump on top of his dresser instead and made it easily in a single leap. Remus primed himself for the wide gap at the edge of the dresser and bounded, landing easily in the middle of the bed. Wow, he could leap farther than he thought, too. It might have helped that he was big. He dug around in the sheets and curled up. Being a cat wasn’t the most fun possible choice when magic was involved, but he was loving every second of this.

He hopped down with silent ease off the bed and jumped up to work the knob. It took him multiple tries to grip it, but he got the door open and walked next door to Roman’s room. The door was closed, but that was no match for his monster kitty paws now that he knew the trick. Remus opened the door with ease and strutted into the bedroom. Roman was doing homework with his headphones on at the floor-height table. He bounced his knee while he sat bent over the textbook and his notebook, humming along to the music.

“Yeah?” Roman’s eyes moved to the door after a lag while he finished writing something. “Oh!” Roman chuckled to himself. “Did Remus bring you home or something?” Roman asked, holding out his hand. Remus walked up and sniffed Roman’s hand to keep up the act. It smelled strongly of pencil graphite and notebook paper, but there was a faint hint of some sugar cookies under that.

Remus bumped his head into Roman’s hand and Roman pet him. Remus thought it would feel more like a massage, but it was mostly that the motion was soothing. It made Remus feel safe and comfortable and loved. The petting was smooth and made his brain tingle in the best way. Remus flopped down on the floor next to Roman, who kept petting him. Roman leaned to look into the empty hallway.

“Re?” Roman called out, and Remus meowed in reply. “Hm. You’re very smart to get the door open, but stay out of my mom’s office. She won’t mind if you visit us, but she doesn’t like pets,” Roman warned Remus. He was well aware. Can’t please everyone. Remus laid his head against Roman’s leg and started purring. It must have been reflexive because he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.

Roman continued petting Remus slowly while he went back to his homework. Remus’s ears twitched at the small noises the pencil made against the paper. He wouldn’t mind just sitting here doing homework quietly with Roman as a human, either. Maybe he could try again. But not right now. He couldn’t describe how happy he was to relax with Roman and get affection like this. It was honestly worth any minutes he lost off the end of his life.

What were minutes, anyway? They didn’t make a difference in the long run. Remus wasted minutes of his life on absolute shit. This was worth it. Remus closed his eyes and relaxed, listening to the muted sounds of Roman’s music and the rustling of pages while Roman worked. The time passed and Remus never second-guessed the use of his time again.

“Hey, kitty. I’ve got to get ready for bed. C’mon, let’s get you back to Remus,” Roman alerted him, standing up. Roman stretched out his legs. Remus meowed in objection and rubbed against Roman’s jeans. Roman moved past Remus and headed out his bedroom door into the hall. Remus followed, rolling his eyes. Roman pushed open Remus’s door the rest of the way and stuck his head in. “Remus—” Roman stopped talking and looked around the bedroom.

“Huh. I wonder where he is,” Roman hummed. He squatted down and signed, picking up Remus. “I guess I’ll take you back out myself,” Roman told him, and Remus meowed in objection again. “Sorry, kitty, we don’t have food or a bathroom for you. You can come to visit again, though. I don’t know exactly where Remus found you,” Roman explained evenly and headed downstairs. He unlocked the backdoor and dropped Remus outside. Remus spun around to glare at Roman before bolting back into the house.

“Cat, no!” Roman shot quietly, holding out his hand. Remus bounded up the stairs and rushed into his room. He couldn’t pull the door closed, so he rushed under his loft and yanked at the curtain before pulling off the ribbon with his teeth.

That dimension-hopping sensation overwhelmed Remus again, and he fell against his desk while the world did a triple somersault and took him with it. Remus ran his hand through his hair and exhaled hard, the air hissing through his teeth. He held his head with both hands and filled his lungs completely. The world didn’t smell as strong as a human. He let out the air slowly.

“Kitty,” Roman whispered, sticking his head into Remus’s room. “Kitty, where are you?”

“I’ll handle it, Ro,” Remus informed him, pulling open the curtain on his loft bed to look at Roman.

“Oh! I didn’t see you in there. Cute cat. It’s almost bedtime, so hurry,” Roman waved and stood up straight.

“G’night,” Remus waved back.

“Oh. Yeah. You too,” Roman sighed and turned into the hall. Remus slowly pulled himself up to his feet. The dizziness was all gone, but he was still disoriented from the missing senses and the height. Remus was so tall. How did he never notice?

Remus needed some contingency stuff. He pulled a fashion scarf out of his dresser and tied it onto the doorknob so Remus could pull his door closed. Well, there was still the potential of getting locked out if he left and couldn’t turn back… Remus glanced at the window. It’s the second story, so it’s not a big deal if he left it unlocked, right? Remus didn’t know how he’d get up there just yet, but maybe he could jump from the tree? The gap was wide for a human, but as a cat, he should be okay. Maybe he could change back and move some stuff around in the backyard. Remus unlocked the window with a small nod to himself.

He started to get ready for bed but ended up glancing at the window again. Maybe he should make sure he can make the gap, right? Remus kicked off his socks and opened up the window enough to get out, pulling out the screen and leaning it against the wall. He crawled through and sat on the slanted roof and closed the window again. He took a deep breath of the night air and looked up at the moon.

A good night to prowl. He tied the ribbon on his ankle and turned into a cat again. It was much easier this time, though it was still extremely disorienting. Remus waited to regain his sense of up and down before standing up and walking along the ledge of the roof towards the big honkin’ American Elm in the backyard. Roman and Remus’s tire swing still hung from a low, thick branch.

Remus primed himself and took a running leap of faith towards the Elm. He soared across the gap easily and ended up overshooting just barely able to sink his claws in another branch in time and avoided hitting one that was on his lower left and tumbled to the ground. Remus scrambled to pull himself up and took a deep breath for his pounding heart.

He looked down, and it looked like he was miles from the ground. He suddenly understood how cats got caught in trees because this was freaky. Remus knew intellectually that he could hop down to a lower branch or jump for the tire swing. The branch he was on didn’t allow for much mobility, so he made a hail-mary for the tire swing, landing in the net over the hole and getting his paw caught while the tire swing swung from the motion. Remus hissed at the net and pulled his foot out carefully before hopping down to the ground.

Well. That was scary-awesome. But Remus was a free cat right now who happened to be able to jump farther than Remus could even comprehend. Remus made a run for the fence and used his back claws to propel himself up the fence and bounded over easily. He jumped down into the grass and ran for the sake of it.

All the fun of running away without actually doing so. There was a playground they used to go to as kids that Remus wanted to check out. It was long since not fun anymore, but as a cat, who knows? Remus wanted to feel like a kid again. He was too amped up to sleep anyway, and he was once again at a height he could enjoy a playground at and it was all he could think of.

He bounded across yards and down the lane. The public park was between Remus’s neighbourhood and the apartment complex next door, so Remus had to make two blocks on much smaller feet. He was moving much faster, though, and had more endurance. He enjoyed the wind in his face as he ran down the lane.

The playground’s parking lot was lit, but the playground itself sat shrouded in darkness. That was no problem for Remus’s cat eyes, though. They adjusted almost instantaneously as he stepped into the shade and walked into the park. The playscape was probably not comfortable on his paws, but there were other things to check out, still. Remus walked past the play structure. The web might be fun. That was still kind of fun as an adult. The park was technically closed, though, and he couldn’t play on it while kids were here. He could hurt one of them or someone would think he’s a pervert, and he’d get in trouble and go to jail.

Remus wasn’t alone out here. There sat a person who looked Remus’s age sitting on the swings. Their head hung limply, and they held onto the chain at eye height. They were barely swinging at all. It was more like a minor despondent sway. They looked really miserable. Remus couldn’t swing as a cat, but he also was curious about the other stranger. One stranger tonight gave Remus magic powers, so random night strangers were much more interesting now.

That fact alone made Remus also wanted to return the favour to the universe if he could. The fox-masked being cheered Remus up. Maybe Remus could cheer up the sad person who appeared to be 70% hoodie by volume and kicking at the pebbles under the swings. Remus walked up in front of the person and sat down, meowing. Their head was down and their hood was up, so Remus couldn’t see their face.

The stranger didn’t look up from soundlessly staring down at nothing. Remus stepped closer, meowing again. He looked up at the stranger’s face from the ground. They looked empty. Their eyes were unfocused and their expression was somewhere between numb and desolate. Remus meowed louder, and the stranger blinked. They recoiled their head and rubbed their eyes, blinking a few more times before their eyes focused enough to notice Remus.

“Oh. Hey,” The stranger greeted Remus. Remus rubbed against the person’s legs. He hoped they weren’t allergic. They watched Remus weave around their legs for what felt like an eternity, but they never sniffled, so it seemed okay for now. “You’re really friendly, huh?” The person reached down their hand and Remus bumped into their hand right away.

The sad person let out a weak chuckle through their nose and scratched at Remus’s chin. Remus froze for a moment and pushed down into the stranger’s hand to help them scratch harder. That was better than pets. That made Remus feel like his entire body was tingling with elation. The stranger stopped scratching and sat up on the swing. But Remus wasn’t having that. He jumped up and deposited himself right on the person’s lap.

“Woah,” The stranger seemed amused and went back to gently scratching behind Remus’s ear. Remus purred like a motorboat idling on a lake. One that might explode and kill twenty bystanders and sink a dinghy named Frank. Remus’s back leg twitched automatically as he settled down. He was probably vibrating the entire stranger he purred so hard.

When the stranger stopped again, Remus meowed and licked at their hand, sitting limply next to Remus again. “You’re kind of needy,” The stranger sounded amused, switching to petting Remus with their other hand instead. Remus carefully laid down and licked the stranger’s hand again.

Remus liked it when cats did this, so he hoped this person would, too. They reached up to rub their eyes again and paused, sniffing the air. They sniffed again and tried smelling where Remus licked them.

“Fuck, cat, that’s noxious. What the hell did you eat?” They snickered, putting their hand back down. Remus tried to say ‘chips’, but a weird meow came out instead, so he rested his head on the stranger’s hand.

“Do you belong to someone?” The person asked curiously. They sat up more and looked around the area. They dug around at the thick fur on Remus’s neck and hummed in dissatisfaction. “A nice cat like you deserves a good home. It’s not safe out here for you,” They shook their head and went back to petting them. “But thanks for visiting,” They smiled down at Remus. “I’ve got school, I should get going,” They sounded sad, but Remus jumped off and spun around to sit and watch them get up.

The stranger dragged themselves off the swing and waved to Remus. Remus meowed and waved a paw back, which made the stranger give a small smile in return. Remus had school too, so he should probably get home. But he got them to smile, so it satisfied the need to do something nice for the world in return as he bounded down the street back towards his house.

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courage-a-word-of-justice · 4 years ago

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Fairy Ranmaru 3 - 5 | TWEWY 3 - 5 | HGPC 6 - 12, 22 - 24 | Back Arrow 7

Adding the tag for Fairy Ranmaru, because that's the only anime I have really set for this season.

Fairy Ranmaru 3

· Update: For some reason, I didn’t quite realise he was speaking English the first time and then repeating himself in Japanese. It’s only a very short scene, which is probably how it happened.

· LOL, that one well-timed beam that only vaguely obscured Uruu’s butt…

· If I heard small Uruu right, he calls her okaasama and not okaasan.

· LOL, Asahi (morning) = Yuuhi (evening) beer.

· I wonder what’s up with Houjou? Is he gonna be evil, like (SPOILERS!) the manager in Mahou Shoujo Ore? Why doesn’t Houjou have wings, anyway? Update: Notice the main quintet get rid of the wings in some shots and then conjure them when necessary. It might just be Houjou hasn’t needed his wings yet…

· Hmm…I’ve been thinking about how Japanese HypMic fans buy lots of CDs and merch (crazy amounts, have you seen the shrines???) to do something similar, but their purpose isn’t really to keep their characters’ careers going in as much as it is to further a plotline…so is it really on the same level as this [buying all the photobooks for the sake of helping the relevant celebrity succeed]? I dunno, you decide.

· LOL, conveniently-placed light beams are really terrible this episode.

· …wow. That got…uh…suggestive (?) (I was really shocked when I saw that the first time. How did they manage to get away with that on late-night TV???)

· We went from Madoka Magica -> moe world -> ukiyoe world…what’s next?

· …uh…suggestive? (x2)

· They really like the pot theme, huh…?

· I dunno if that was meant to be poignant that Ranmaru said Uruu was crying on the inside, but…I laughed at it.

HGPC 6

· Wait, so why was Nodoka’s mum unemployed? Was she moving for work? Update: Seems she quit her job because Nodoka was hospitalised.

HGPC 7

· (no notes, sorry!)

HGPC 8

· SKY appears to be “Sukoyaka”. Update: Yep, later you see Chiyu with the track outfit and it says SKYK.

HGPC 9

· (no notes, sorry!)

HGPC 10

· (no notes, sorry!)

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· This general with the big beard kinda looks like Archie (from Pokemon).

· Hmm…I think I like Prax already, with the sole exception her Briheight looks rather similar to a palette-swapped Muga.

TWEWY 3

· This song must mean so much more to people who’ve played the game…(The OP, I mean.)

· Shoumetsu…it means “erasure”, technically. Will wait and see if it means more in context.

· Subaru using his normal voice as Beat. I think Ichiro is also his normal voice, or slightly gruffer and/or lower.

· Tower Records, as anime fans know, is an anime/music store. They’re well known for their “no anime, no life” stuff (exhibit A: the HypMic Rhyme Anima version).

· Ooh, Shibuya Marui. Reminds me of the one I saw in Akihabara.

· One of the signs in the back says “Shibuya First Bank”.

· “…1 Days” (sic).

· Why do I seem to recall Neku can only use one of his badge powers as a time…? Where did I learn that from?...I don’t know.

· The final boss defeated in episode 3. There is surely more around the corner…

· Ohhhhhhhh! That’s a big twist!

TWEWY 4

· Parco = this department store chain. Known mostly for P’PARCO shopping centres.

· *opens calculator on computer* The square root of 10814 is 104…Shibuya 104. Update: It’s 109 in real life, but 104 here.

· Are those…crabs? *Crab Rave plays in background*

· The Reapers at the top have cardinal directions in their surnames, but Uzuki doesn’t. That’s because her first name means the 4th month of the calendar. Update: Kariya has the character for “hunter” in his surname, too.

· LOL, Yoshidaya (in the back, a parody of Yoshinoya).

· I wonder, why is Joshua’s power so similar to Neku’s fire pin…?

· Rhyme has “dream” as one of the kanji in her name.

· Kangaroo Noise…(*thinks about HypMic ARB* Not more kangaroos…) (<- kidding)

· Oh no! I read spoilers before this so I knew Beat was going to become a Reaper, but…oh nooooooooo!

HGPC 11

· Exploding dandelion seeds…now that’s novel!

HGPC 12

· Ah, so here’s Batetemoda’s intro…(he’s such a chuuni…)

HGPC 22

· Skipped a bunch of episodes because I saw them already.

· The decision to write “Asumin” without the U is a bit weird, I think, but still a valid one.

HGPC 23

· (no notes, sorry!)

HGPC 24

· (no notes, sorry!)

Fairy Ranmaru 4

· LOL, he (Juka) tossed poor Bakkun…

· LOL, censorship bottles.

· Brass ring. I’d never heard of the term before and I’m an English (kinda-)native speaker. (Technically Cantonese is my first language, but English is my best.)

· Did you see Uruu’s rubber duck?

· Bakkun’s a couch now! Cute!

· …so basically, Juka is a healer. Got it.

· Note how the F is green now…

· I always look away at the kiss scenes. They’re a bit of a waste of time, methinks.

· LOL, the randomly-placed effects and beams over Juka’s bits.

· Oh, Sunflowers. That would explain why Starry Night is Juka’s painting in the OP, like Uruu’s is the Great Wave.

· …and here’s Starry Night now, right on cue.

· JKRM???? (Shouldn’t that be L…?)

TWEWY 5

· The A in “CAT” looked slightly like it had cat ears.

· Wait, if this was with flip phones back in the day, did they still have apps then…? Or was it programs?

· Ooh, orange badge.

· ”Fresh Humburger”, LOL.

Fairy Ranmaru 5

· Note the opening segment has a plain chatreuse background for Ranmaru (aside from a scratched effect, like someone’s rubbed a pencil lead over it), fireworks for Homura, the Wave for Uruu, Starry Night for Juka and…I don’t know what Takara’s is, but it’s bright yellow and has spots on the edges.

· LOL, Bakkun’s use of sauces. If they only eat curry, why do they have tomato sauce and mustard, anyway…?

· I don’t think I ever properly understood what “out to lunch” meant…”temporarily not in command of one's mental faculties.” There you go!

· The sign’s F is gold this time…

· Yeah, around when she said “you bought all my vegetables”, I noticed the boxes said “carrots”, “potatoes” and so on. I didn’t even know “carrot” had kanji until yesterday, believe it or not (and I learnt that from a HypMic fan comic…*sweatdrops* Samatoki hates carrots).

· I dunno why, but men in anime sure seem to be proud of eating meat…

· LOL, weirdly-placed light beams over Takara’s butt. (I don’t know whether to call the staff “cowards” for refusing to showing the full butt or not.)

· Even the money has pots on it! I love how this anime keeps on going with that joke…(lel?)

· As it turns out, fuhen means “unchanging”. Yaochou likewise means “fixed game”, but it’s a pun on the word for “grocer” (八百屋, readyaoya and sharing the first two kanji, hence the English translation of “Fixed Grocer”).

· Oh! I had to think about it a little, but Ruise = Seiru (sale) backwards. (Update: Sort of, there's a line in the middle that has to be covered for with the I.) “Oshida”, I think, is meant to mean “authority”, so to put that with Fuhen would mean something like “eternal authority [over Ruise and her dad, due to their debt]”. Update: You know when the bull gets pushed out of the ring? That’s called oshidashi.

· Hmm? That star badge Takara wears in human form seems to be that yellow thing on his shoulder in fairy form.

· Hmm…come to think of it, “bull” was the name of a type of stock market speculator…What a pun!

· Why does Takara keep licking his lips???

#simulcast commentary #Fairy Ranmaru #Back Arrow #The World Ends With You #Subarashiki Kono Sekai #Healin' Good PreCure #Chesarka watches F-Ran #Chesarka watches TWEWY #Chesarka watches Back Arrow #Chesarka watches HGPC

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gimmeyoon · 5 years ago

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Drink About [2]

↳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jin

↳ Setting: College AU

↳ Word Count: 5.7k

↳ Warnings: M: for mature, Smut (fingering (f), marking, dirty talk, unprotected sex (no glove, no love friends) a heated Spider Man debate that may or may not reflect my own opinions, don’t @ me)

❝you just wanted to get drunk and dance and now he’s all you think about❞

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"All I'm saying," Sana said, as she, you, and Joy made your way to the main dining hall on campus, "is that Tom Holland is more characteristic of the comic book Spider-Man and he actually seems like a teenager."

"Okay, but Tobey Maguire seemed like a teenager to me when the movies came out," Joy argued. "It's all about perspective."

"Perspective," Sana laughed.

They had been arguing the finer points of which Spider-Man was the superior since you had left your apartment 10-minutes ago, and even as you neared the dining hall, there was no coming to an agreement in sight.

Unless you counted the fact that neither of them had mentioned Andrew Garfield as an agreement.

They didn't stop their discussion, even as the three of you passed your student IDs to the worker at the entrance who sent you a small smile that seemed to say, 'I feel your pain and I am sorry you must endure this.'

You make your way to your favorite part of the dining hall, walking a little ahead of your friends, as to not be associated with how loudly they are still fighting over the better Spider-Man. Just as you see your usual table, someone rounds the corner and bumps into you, uttering a sorry almost as soon as it happened.

You know the voice before you look up, hesitantly meeting Jungkook's wide eyes. You haven't seen him since you kissed nearly two weeks ago, and you find yourself smiling stupidly, just happy to see him again.

"Hi," you said, your voice quiet as Sana and Joy approach you.

"Hi," he replied, silence falling as Sana and Joy stopped to join the two of you.

"Uh," you started, looking between your friends. "We were just discussing the better Spider-Man portrayal."

You can see Joy looking over at you with a face that no doubt says you were not discussing anything, but you pay her no mind as Jungkook lights up at the topic.

"Tobey Maguire, obviously."

"Yes," Joy said, a little too emphatically. "Thank you for having some common sense."

He nods his head, silence falling between the four of you. It feels like the longest awkward silence you have ever endured, a weight on your shoulders as you pray for anyone to say anything, literally anything.

"Well," Jungkook starts, offering a small smile, before motioning that he needs to get past the three of you.

"Oh, right," you said, a little too quickly, as you shuffle to get out of his way, pushing Sana as you move in her direction.

His smile is genuine this time, when he said, "thanks," and moved on to the buffet line.

"Riveting," Joy whispered, laughing as soon as you reached your table.

"Shut up," you said, glaring at her.

"He was probably just nervous, " Sana said. "I mean you made it sound really romantic when you told us about it, and he seemed nervous about kissing you, so he's probably just nervous about talking to you PFK."

"PFK?" Joy asked, as the three of you walked back towards the buffet, you table now secured.

"Post-first kiss."

"Your mind," Joy said, imitating a chef's kiss.

"Enough," you whispered, as Jungkook came into view again.

"Do you actually think we're stupid enough to talk about him while he's right there?"

You looked at Joy and smiled. "My mom said if I don't have anything nice to say-"

Joy mock-gasped as she turned to Sana.

Sana shook her head. "After all this time; I thought we were friends."

"Sorry you had to find out this way."

The three of you moved through the line, you trying your best not to stare at Jungkook ahead of you and almost sighing in relief once he was out of your sight. You were sure Sana was right, he was probably just nervous. That's why you hadn't reached out to him, so how could you hold it against him. He always seemed so confident around his friends, it was almost jarring to think that he could get nervous.

You were able to make it through dinner without any more teasing from Sana and Joy, though you did find yourself looking over at Jungkook's table periodically, despite knowing it was not in your best interest. You're almost certain Taehyung saw you staring at one point, but you tried to play it off like you were scanning the whole dining hall.

Sana is talking about a picture some girl posted on Instagram, when you see him out of the corner of your eye. You try not to make it obvious by whipping you head in his direction, but as you slowly turn to face him, you realize Jungkook is approaching your table. A nervous glance towards his friends, confirms that they are in fact watching this exchange, wide smiles plastered on their faces, as the yell something you can't quite make out.

Jungkook looks back at them though, turning his red ears to you as he does so.

"Breathe," Joy said beside you, which confirms your worst fear, that you looked like an absolute idiot right now.

It feels like an eternity before he makes it to the table, your heart beating quickly in your chest the whole time.

"Hey," he started, pushing his hair behind his ears. "So, um, how have you been?"

You nod your head, though he hasn't asked a question. "Good, yeah, good. And you?"

"Good," he agreed, with a head nod of his own.

You wonder if this is more painfully awkward than when you approached him at the Beta Tau party. You think it might be because there are more witnesses this time.

"I wanted to text you," Jungkook said, breaking the heavy silence surrounding the two of you. "But I realized I don't have your number, and there was something about sliding into your dms that felt... creepy." He laughed nervously at this and rubbed the back of his neck.

He looked cute as he did this, and you couldn't help but smile at him, feeling more relaxed. You weren't sure if it was the relief that he hadn't ghosted you because he didn't like you or the fact that he clearly was as nervous as you were, but you felt as if a weight had been removed from your chest as he looked down at his hand that rested on the table.

"I wouldn't have thought it was creepy," you replied.

"Because she likes you," Joy added.

You turned to glare at her, just as Jungkook began laughing.

"Good," he said. "I like her too."

"Really?" you said, turning back to him.

"I thought I made it clear," he started, looking between Sana and Joy.

"When you kissed her?" Joy offered, a teasing tone to her voice, that had Jungkook's attention returning to his hands.

"Yeah."

"Ignore her," you said, leaning forward so that you were in their line of sight. "I can give you my number. That way you don't have to feel creepy about reaching out to me."

"Yeah?" he smiled. "Awesome." He pulled his phone from his pocket, unlocked it, and handed it over to you. "Would you wanna hang out sometime this week?" he asked, as you typed your number in.

"Sure," you said, looking up at him with a smile so wide your cheeks hurt a little.

"Cool," he replied, nodding his head. "I'll text you the plan," he said, as you handed him his phone back.

"Great."

He smiled at you one last time, before waving at the table and walking back to his friends. Once he was back with his friends, Sana squealed beside you.

"You're both somewhere between awkward-as-hell and would do anything to get a date with the other," Joy said, laughing a little. "I want to be a part of your date so bad, just because I can't tell if you'll have the best night of your life or you'll both sit in silence."

"Shut up," you grumbled, as Sana pulled you into an awkward seated hug.

"Don't listen to her," your friend said. "She would be just as nervous if Dean tried to talk to her."

"When did this become about me?"

Sana and Joy continued to bicker like the old married couple they might as well be, but you only paid a little bit of attention as you focused on the way Jungkook's friends were teasing him in the exact same way. Jimin, you were sure that was his name now, had pulled Jungkook into the same awkward congratulatory hug that Sana was holding you in.

Joy was probably right. The two of you were similar and that was either going to make or break your date.

A few days later you find yourself at the town's bowling alley with Jungkook. As expected, you both were mostly silent as you took the bus to the alley, but that was pretty normal behavior for public transportation.

Jungkook had insisted on paying for the rental shoes and the two games he had signed you both up for, and you couldn't tell him no because it was the most serious you had seen him. He even made a point of reminding you that you paid for his meal at waffle house, which you reminded him went against every fiber in your being because he had the audacity to order a burger, and eventually the two of you agreed that you would buy the snacks after the first game.

You were a little surprised when Jungkook said that you would be going bowling today. You couldn't remember the last time you had been bowling, but as Jungkook got ready for your turn, you realized he was taking this game very seriously. You knew he was competitive, but as he wiped his ball down with a cloth, you were beginning to think this was a hobby of his.

"Jungkook," you started, drawing his attention away from the ball. "Do you bowl?"

"Sometimes," he shrugged. "The have Rock n' Bowl on Thursdays, so occasionally Beta Tau comes here after pregaming for drinks and bowling."

"Drunk bowling," you mused. "sounds about right."

"Does it count as shenanigans?" he asked, his smile making his eyes crinkle at the sides.

"Well that depends, was the plan to end up at Rock n' Bowl, because if so it's not shenanigans."

"Ah, so shenanigans must always be unplanned."

"Yes," you said, as Jungkook made his way to the lane. You watched him fight the urge to raise his fist in victory as he knocked all except two of the pins down on his first try. He managed to get the second two as well, claiming a spare.

"Are you good at everything?" you asked as he turned back at you, looking very proud of himself.

"No," he said, blushing slightly. "I'm not very good at school."

"What's your major," you asked, as you stood to grab your own ball.

"Undecided," he replied, and by the tone of his voice you could tell he didn't want to talk about it. It really wasn't a big deal, it was normal to be undecided, but you figured telling him that wouldn't make him feel any better, so you dropped the subject, and bowled your turn.

You knocked four pins down. which Jungkook pretended to think was a good turn. As if he hadn't gotten a spare right before you.

"What about you?" Jungkook asked, as he sat down after getting another spare. "What are you good at? Besides shenanigans, obviously."

"Obviously," you echoed with a laugh, as you stood up to take your turn.

"But seriously, what do you like to do?"

You frowned as you managed to only knock down one pin. "I mostly focus on school," you replied turning to him. "I guess I don't feel like I have a ton of time for anything other than my dream."

"Which is?" he asked, a fondness in his eyes.

"I want to be a social worker," you said, before turning your focus to the bowling lane. You managed to get 6 more pins, a pretty okay turn in your opinion.

"That's cool," he said, not moving to get up as you sat down beside him. "Why is that your dream?"

"I just like to help people," you shrugged. "My mom and I volunteered at social services a lot while I was growing up, and I always felt proud of myself after. I want to do something that makes me proud."

"That's beautiful," he replied, no teasing in his voice as Joy probably would have.

"Thanks," you said. "It's kind of all I've been focusing on since I was a sophomore in high school. Joy and Sana couldn't believe I dropped my schedule to go out with you tonight," you said, blushing a little at the honesty. You had planned to write a paper tonight, but seeing Jungkook felt more important. You can't think of any other time you had felt such a way.

"Oh no, I'm sorry," he said, looking just as embarrassed as you felt.

"No, no, no," you said a little too quickly. "It's really okay, they just like to tease me because I'm anal about things like that."

You realize what you've said as Jungkook quirks his head to the side, his brow furrowing.

"Like a control freak," you said quickly, trying to amend your poor choice of words quickly. "It's a common word used to describe uptight people."

Jungkook nods his head, and that should be enough for you to stop, but you can't force back the word vomit.

"It comes from Freud, he coined Anally retentive."

"So, you're smart," Jungkook chuckled, causing you to release a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"And a klutz," you nervously laughed, hoping your self-deprecation would help make you feel better. It worked a little, especially when Jungkook smiled and shook his head.

"You're cute," he said, pushing his hair behind his ear, as he stood to take his turn.

You replayed that moment in your mind for the rest of the night, and even after he kissed you outside of your apartment again, this time more sure of himself.

Joy and Sana soon grew used to finding you and Jungkook at the kitchen table with a pile of books and papers surrounding you. Jungkook had taken your comment about your schedule seriously, and insisted that he wouldn't stop you from following it, but rather join you. That meant he ended up studying with you almost every night in lieu of an actual date.

Jungkook swore he didn't mind though. He smiled brightly when he showed you how his test grades had improved. He offhandedly made a comment that his parents would be proud to know dating you was making him a good student. You thought about that for weeks. You wondered if he liked you enough to introduce you to his parents. You wondered if he liked you enough to actually ask you to be his girlfriend.

Tonight was very much the same as every other night, Jungkook and you working silently on your own homework, occasionally taking breaks to talk and actually spend time together that didn't involve school.

You're in the middle of writing a paper for one of your sociology classes when Jungkook excuses himself to go to the bathroom. You look up when he returns, and he holds up the geode he gave you on your first night together.

"You cracked it open," he said, looking at the crystals inside the rock.

"Was I not supposed to?" you ask, a little worried that you might not be familiar with the common curtesy laws of geodes.

"No," he replied, shaking his head. "I just didn't know you kept it, let alone opened it."

"Of course I kept it," you said, standing from your seat and walking towards him. "Besides," you started, taking the geode from his hands. "This was in my room, not the bathroom."

Jungkook smiled widely as you walked back to your room. "I made a detour on the way back."

"Creep," you replied, as you placed the geode back on your night stand. You turned around coming face to face with Jungkook, who was looking fondly back at you.

"You kept it," he said again.

You rolled your eyes, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. "Of course I kept it," you said before kissing him. "I kind of like you or whatever," you said, pulling away from him.

"Yeah?" he said, following behind you. "I kind of like you too," he teased, as the two of you sat back down to do your work.

"Liar," you said, not looking up from your paper. "You're clearly obsessed with me, creeping into my room like that."

Jungkook laughed beside you causing you to look up at him.

"Yeah," he admitted, his eyes twinkling with delight as he looked back at you. "I am obsessed with you."

"How could you not be?" you teased looking back at your papers. "I'm the total package."

"Definitely," he agreed, grabbing your pen from your hand and bringing your attention back to him. He motioned towards himself with the pen, earning a raised eyebrow from you in question. Rolling his eyes, he leaned into you and kissed you again.

"Studying," you breathed, as you opened your eyes to look at him again. "We're supposed to be studying."

"What if we study each other?" he asked, kissing you again.

"Gross," you said, when he pulled away again.

"Yeah, not my best work," he agreed with a laugh.

"Focus," you smiled, grabbing your pen back from him.

"Yes, ma'am," he teased, sticking his tongue out at you as he went back to his homework. You tore your eyes away from him fighting everything in your body that said you would much rather spend time studying that tongue than writing this paper.

"_____!" Taehyung called as you walked into Beta Tau Sigma with Joy and Sana. "Jeon, your girlfriend is here!" he yelled across the crowded hallway, causing you to cringe.

"There's no need to announce my appearance like a town crier," you laughed as Taehyung pulled you into a hug.

"Of course there is," he said, looking appalled that you would even suggest such a thing. "You are always a guest of honor at Beta Tau."

"Is that so?" you asked, placing your hand over your heart.

"Is what so?" Jungkook asked as he stopped beside Taehyung.

"It turns out I'm a guest of honor," you said, winking at Taehyung as you did so.

"And your girlfriend," Joy added, earning a giggle from Sana and an elbow to the ribs from you.

Jungkook glares at Taehyung for this, only receiving a boxy smile from his friend.

"Ignore her," you said, moving to grab Jungkook's hand a lead him deeper into the party. "See you later, Taehyung," you called over your shoulder.

"And what about us?" Joy called back.

"See you later, Sana. Joy, suck my ass."

"You wish," she called back, a smile on her face.

You turned back to look at Jungkook as you entered Beta Tau's living room. "Sorry about her."

Jungkook shook his head. "She's right. I should officially ask you."

"I don't care," you replied, though it was partially a lie. You never called Jungkook your boyfriend because you didn't want to assume this was anything more than what the two of you had defined it as. And based on the zero conversations you had actually had about your relationship standing, you had no clue what he thought.

You knew he liked you, you knew you were dating, and you knew you were having sex, but if Jungkook wanted to put a label on any of that, he hadn't said anything close until now.

"Taehyung probably said that since I call you my girlfriend all the time," he said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world and didn't make your heart beat erratically and give you the overwhelming desire to jump his bones right here in the middle of the party.

"Oh?" you said, trying to keep your cool and not sound like some girl obsessed with the thought of being called his girlfriend.

"Yeah," he admits, bashfully, looking away from you. "Is that okay?" he turned back to you, his doe eyes wide.

"I wouldn't mind being your girlfriend," you said, smiling widely. "Has a nice ring to it."

"Yeah," he smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. "I could get used to being your boyfriend."

"I mean," you said, looking up at him, a smirk on your face. "I didn't consent to that."

"Oh?" he asked, a laugh of disbelief following it. "So you're my girlfriend, but I can't be your boyfriend?"

"Well you never asked to be my boyfriend."

"I assumed they went hand-in-hand," he said.

"Listen, we can discuss the terms later," you said, earning a chuckle of amusement as you grabbed his hand that rested on your shoulder and led him to the kitchen. "How about we do it over drinks?" you asked, grabbing two White Claws from the fridge, and handing one to him.

"I mean, if you insist," he said, leaning against the kitchen counter. You moved to stand between his legs, smiling up at him as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

Sitting the drink on the counter, Jungkook leaned in to kiss you, his hand on your waist pulling you flush to his body.

"Can I be your boyfriend now?" he asked, pulling away from you.

When you opened your eyes, you saw him looking back at you with a smirk on his face, clearly proud of his methodology.

"I don't know," you teased, knowing good-and-well that there was nothing that could convince you otherwise. "I might need to reexamine that evidence."

"Are you sure you want to be a social worker, and not a lawyer?" he laughed, kissing you quickly on the forehead, before grabbing his drink again.

You couldn't help but pout as he brought the drink to his lips instead of kissing you again.

"What?" he asked, his eyes filled with mirth as he teased you.

"Nothing," you sighed in exaggeration, as you drank your own drink.

"Wouldn't it be nice to have a boyfriend, so you could kiss him whenever you wanted?" he asked, his eyebrows raising.

"I can see the appeal," you replied nonchalantly, sipping at your drink.

Jungkook grabbed your drink from your hand, placing both his and yours on the counter, before lightly grabbing your face and leaning in towards you. "Let me be your boyfriend," he smiled, before pressing a light kiss to your lips.

"M'kay," you hummed, leaning in to kiss him again. Jungkook laughed against your lips before kissing you back, hungrier this time, without a care for the party that was going on all around you.

You've spent almost every night at Beta Tau Sigma for the past month. Joy and Sana pretend not to miss you, but the few nights you've stayed at the apartment, they've insisted on having an adult slumber party (exactly the same as regular slumber parties, but with wine).

You like routines, and this is a routine you really like, having become used to waking up in Jungkook's arms. His place made more sense, because he had a 9:10 that he needed to go to and you could head to your’s after going to the gym in the morning. All you had to do was shove your workout clothes into your backpack every night before heading over to Beta Tau. It was easy, and on the days when you both had late starts, it just felt more natural to go to the house than to constantly switch where you slept.

The only downside was having Jimin exclusively refer to you as different versions of "frat rat," though Jungkook was always ready to defend your honor and was bigger than his brother, meaning Jimin often insisted he was joking through his laughter as Jungkook tackled him against a wall. Neither meaning any harm of course.

As the sun bleeds through Jungkook's blinds and draws you awake, you instinctually turn into his arms, one thrown lazily over your body, the other propping his head up, a little bit of drool falling from his mouth. You laugh quietly as you snuggle closer to him, his arm drawing tighter around you as your movement stirs him awake.

"Morning," he mumbled, smacking his lips as he pulls you flush to his body.

"Morning," you echoed, kissing him lightly before burying your face in his chest, breathing in the scent of him as it surrounded you in the early morning hours.

You lay like this for a while, silently enjoying each other's presence. Jungkook rubs circles lightly into your back, the only true sign he hasn't fallen back asleep, and you sporadically place soft kisses to his chest, collarbone, neck, and the like.

With no warning, Jungkook rolls the two of you over, him landing on top, and starts attacking your neck with kisses. You giggled as his nose brushes lightly against your throat, the tickling sensation quickly replaced with pleasure as he begins nipping at the same spot.

"No," you mumbled half-heartedly, in an attempt to stop him from leaving a mark. Jungkook complies, kissing your body lower and lower until he reaches your breasts. He places a kiss to your breast through the fabric of your t-shirt, or rather his t-shirt currently on your body, before moving to rid you of the material and leaving you in nothing but your panties.

Jungkook instead nips and sucks at your breast, leaving his mark on a part of your body that can be hidden throughout the day. You've learned in your time together that Jungkook loves hickeys, he loves marking you as his own, and you love being marked as his. You wouldn't even mind him leaving them in a visible place, if you didn't have to go to class and look your professors in the eye.

Your fingers find purchase in his hair as he claims your body as his own, tugging lightly as he focuses his attention on your nipple, nipping at it slightly before rolling his tongue around it. He looks up at you at your tugging, his eyes still a little sleepy and he offers you a lazy smile before moving lower down your body and disappearing under the duvet.

"Jungkook," you laugh, attempting to kick the covers off of your body, but instead hitting your boyfriend.

"Watch it," he laughs, pushing the covers off himself, his eyes bright with laughter as he looks up at you. "You want to see me or something?" he asks, his tone cocky.

"Don't want you to suffocate," you lie, knowing full well you want to see him as he eats you out.

His favorite meal in the morning he teased once, earning a punch in the arm from you, but the more you thought about it, the more you realized that was exactly how he treated your body. As if he was starved for you and couldn't get enough. You would never get tired of seeing that.

He places a kiss to your hip, before removing your panties and throwing them across the room. He stares at your cunt with no shame, something that had you trying to shut your legs the first time he did it, but now made you feel powerful. He would do anything to have you, he had said so many times, and as he looked at you in a way no man had dared do before, you knew he was right. He never made sex feel meaningless, as if every time with you was the best sex of his life.

He ran a finger up your slit, circling your clit once he reached it, and looked up at you to judge your reaction. It wasn't necessary, you reacted just as you always did, a blissful sigh leaving your lips as he finally turned his attention to where you wanted him most. He smiled as your eyes reopened to look down at him, just as he introduced a finger from his other hand to your cunt, pumping teasingly slow.

The sound of your slick and breathing fills the room, Jungkook smiling as a moan tumbles from your lips. He adds a second finger scissoring you open, until you beg him for more. It feels good but it not enough to send you over the edge.

Jungkook chuckles as he moves to kiss you softly and then with a passion you don't think you'll ever get used to.

"Ready?" he asks as he reaches between your two bodies, gripping his cock.

"Always," you smile, earning a snort from Jungkook as your legs come up by his arms.

"Is that so?" he muses.

You hum in agreement as he slides his tip in.

"You just love my cock, yeah?" he asks, grunting a little as he continues to slide in.

"God, yes," you agree; your legs pressing into his sides as your head falls back into the pillow.

"Good girl," he says, now buried inside of you. "You take my cock so good, baby."

You go to agree, but your words get lost as he begins to thrust at a devastating pace, that has another moan falling from your lips. Jungkook echoes your cries as you pussy clenches around him, a string of curses fall from his lips, as he moves so that his arms rest on either side of your face.

"You look so beautiful," he says, smiling widely before kissing you messily.

"You look pretty good too," you say between deep breaths after he finally pulls away from your lips.

"You're going to look even better in a few minutes," he smirks, changing the position, so that he is kneeling between you, giving him access to your clit.

"God I hope so," you replied as he began rubbing your clit, knowing that he's promising you an orgasm. You have no doubt, feeling it build with each thrust.

"Close?" he asks a few moments later, panting a little as he continues his assault.

"Yes," you reply, bringing your own hand to one of your nipples, and rolling it between your fingers.

"You're killing me," he laughs leaning down to place a kiss to your collarbone before continuing his movements.

Soon you're coming undone beneath him, Jungkook cursing in pleasure, as he pulls out from you, and pumps himself a few times before coming onto your breasts. His favorite place to cum, he'll never let you forget.

You're panting, breathless when Jungkook falls down beside you, half-heartedly swatting at him to get you a towel or something. He laughs at this, burying his face in the pillow, before suddenly getting up and walking across the room to grab the towel he used last night to dry off.

"For you," he says with a goofy smile, handing the towel to you.

You roll your eyes as you accept it and clean yourself off. Jungkook falls back into bed as you do so, groaning about his early class time.

"You've already had a great start to your morning," you said, throwing the towel towards his hamper, and rolling into his side.

"Yeah," he started, placing a kiss to the top of your head. "but now i have to leave."

"That's so sweet," you coo, leaning up to kiss him.

"I know. You really have the best boyfriend in the world."

"Oh absolutely," you agree, your tone slightly teasing him.

"Uh-huh," he mumbles, his hold on you tightening as he shuts his eyes, as if he is catching his last few moments of sleep. "I love you."

It feels as if the room goes completely silent. Neither of you have made such a claim before, though you knew you felt the same way about him. You don't know why it feels as if the air has been knocked from your lungs, but all you can do is stare back at him wide-eyed.

His own eyes open as he looks down at you. "Well say something, please. I'm dying over here."

"Liar,” you say, causing his eyes to widen. “you’re clearly obsessed with me.”

He laughs at this, burying his face in your neck, before placing a kiss beneath your ear.

“I love you too,” you admit, causing him to look back up at you.

"Thank god," he smiled, laying back down and closing his eyes again. "I mean I showed you my dick, so if you didn't say it back, I'd have to murder you. Can't have anyone who's seen my dick walking around campus, just holding on to that knowledge."

"But what's more important," you replied through your laughter. "Is you showed me your heart."

Jungkook snorted as you placed your hand lightly over his chest. "That was so cheesy, I take what I said back."

"Sorry, no take backs," you shrugged before moving to get out of bed.

Jungkook reached for you trying to pull you back into bed, but you avoided his grasp and began putting his t-shirt back on, followed by the clothes you packed in your bag.

"Wait, let's shower together," he pouted, rolling to the other side of his bed so he was closer to you.

"I think I'll pass on the communal shower you share with your brothers, though I do feel disgusting right now," you said, pointing to your chest. "I'll just skip the gym today."

"Deviating from your schedule?" Jungkook questioned, his eyes going faux wide as he pretended to gasp. "Who have you become?"

"A slob," you replied, as you stood at the edge of the bed and kissed him one last time before turning to leave his room.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he called, causing you to scan the room.

You shook your head no, while Jungkook continued to gesture to himself.

"Anything you might need to say? Get off your chest?"

"None that I can think of," you teased, turning back to the door and opening it to leave. "Oh," you said suddenly, turning back to face him.

Jungkook smiled proudly at you, leaning back as if he was waiting to take it all in.

"Don't forget your econ test tomorrow."

"I know that means I love you," he yelled as you shut the door behind you.

He was right. That was what it had always meant. Ever since you realized you were head-over-heels infatuated with him.

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quillomens · 5 years ago

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Fic: The Cottage, the Godson

Slightly bittersweet fluff from my sinfully fluffy Cottage series that gets scribbled in notebooks when I have four free minutes or in ten minute bursts between commission chapters. Read it here on Ao3

Harriet Downing stood outside the tiny bookshop in Alfistron Village with an air of uncertainty. The windows were filled with books, mostly lovingly used paperbacks, and beautiful potted plants were arranged artfully outside the door. The only thing that made it stand out among the shops of the picturesque square was the carefully handwritten sign in the window that read “Large Snake in Residence.” Which was…a bit ominous.

“You’re sure this is it?” she asked, turning to look fondly at her son. Warlock had shot up recently, and he seemed to be made of an unnecessary number of elbows and knees, but the sight of him made her heart ache in a gentle echo of the first time she’d ever seen him, thirteen years and a few precious months before.

Warlock looked up. “Yeah. They said it’d be the one with the snake and the wings.” He pointed up at the wooden sign. The shop didn’t appear to have a name, just as it somehow hadn’t been listed on the village website. He grinned, a flash of boyish joy that was far too rare these days. “This is the place!” He rushed forward with unaccustomed enthusiasm and all but kicked open the door, calling out as he did the names of two people he loved as a bell jangled merrily over his head.

It hurt, though it shouldn’t. More people to love Warlock was good, she was blessed their old gardener and nanny had kept in touch after their retirement. But, oh, where were the rolling eyes and the hunched shoulders and suspicious looks he turned on her all day?

Harriet sighed and straightened up. Warlock was a teenager going through a difficult time, and she was the primary caregiver (and therefore primary target) in his life. He’d work through it!

She hoped.

She stepped into the little shop just in time to see Warlock throw his arms around the chest of a tall, thin redhead who could only be Nanny Ashtoreth – if Nanny had been more given to tailored slacks and expensive looking silk blouses rather than tailored suits. And most unfamiliar – Harriet had often chattered with Ashtoreth, but she’d never seen the wide, bright, smile that lit up the sharp features, disarmingly charming. She looked so much more happy than the Ashtoreth Harriet knew.

But the sunglasses were there, and the red hair curled into the familiar 1940s design.

“Much too tall,” she was saying to Warlock in her careful burr. “You’ve nearly caught up to Francis.”

“Is he here?” Warlock asked eagerly. “I knew you two had run away together Nobody would listen! Said Francis was out of your league!”

Harriet hid a laugh behind her hand. She could still remember his serious face two years earlier, his claim that the homely gardener and the fierce nanny were “really in love no matter what Nanny says” and had run off to elope. No one had taken him seriously until the letters started coming. He didn’t share them with anyone, save the first few with Harriet so she wouldn’t worry (he could be a sweet boy), but it had been clear from the beginning that, though writing separately, each wrote so freely of the other that they must be close.

Ashtoreth looked almost – was that – shy?! Harriet had never imagined such a thing! She’d expected a sharp quip about just how far out of her league Francis was. Instead she looked like, were she any other woman, she would have been blushing. “He went to get some things for tea, my dear. He’ll be back in a moment.” She lifted her head then and her smile turned polite instead of startling as she said, “Good afternoon, Ms. Dowling. Did your trip go well?”

“Yes, no problems.” Harriet smiled back. They’d gotten on well enough, during Ashtoreth’s years working for the Dowlings. She came across as severe, but she had always been scrupulously fair (if rather odd) in her treatment of Warlock, and there had been a few times when Harriet had seen under the serious exterior to a sharp and witty sense of humor underneath. “It’s…it’s terribly kind of you to invite us.”

That was an understatement, all things considered. They had agreed, at Warlock’s urging, to let him stay with them in their cottage near the ocean for a full week while Harriet dealt with paperwork and lawyers and her own aching heart.

Ashtoreth looked a bit uncomfortable at that, and she opened and closed her mouth as if not knowing quite what to say, but the jingle of the bell saved her from answering. A man with familiar white-blond hair came bustling through the door with a basket in his hands. “Oh dear,” he said in an odd voice before it fell into the more familiar broad accent, “I did hope I’d beat you back.”

Harriet blinked. She rubbed an eye. She looked again.

“Brother Francis?” she asked, confused, even as Warlock said, “You weren’t kidding he looks different!” to Ashtoreth.

Francis smiled at her beatifically. Gone were the yellowed teeth and the fluffy sideburns and the strange smock. Instead he wore a comfortable cabled jumper in pale blue and tailored trousers. Only the scuffed shoes and mess of short curls were the same.

“Of course, dear,” Ashtoreth said blithely. “If we were to be seen in public together, there had to be certain improvements.”

Francis shot her a mildly reproachful look but she just smiled that sharp smile at him as he set his basket on the table in the open room. “Good afternoon, Ms. Dowling! And our young lad!”

Warlock walked forward, hand out for a polite shake, only to squawk as the plump man pulled him into a hug that looked like a solid 15 on a 1-10 hug scale. Harriet didn’t remember him being particularly physically affectionate. “Aye, it’s good to see you, young Warlock! You’ve been rememberin’ all I taught ya?”

“Most of it,” Warlock said, and Harriet didn’t miss the way he briefly went still, just as he did in her arms, before pulling away to maintain appearances. “And Nanny too.”

“Give me two shakes of a lamb’s tail to unpack,” Francis said cheerfully, “and we’ll have a lovely tea. Do you have any luggage?”

Warlock rebooted for a moment before squawking and rushing outside to get the bags he’d left on the cobblestones out front. Francis chuckled and moved – somehow still bustling – through a door and into a small kitchenette. The shop didn’t seem large enough for a kitchenette from the outside, but she was no architect.

It felt so warm here. So cozy.

Loved, she thought, and felt tears press at her eyes. She wanted a home that felt this way. She’d never had it. And here Ashtoreth and Francis had managed it in their little bookshop. Their home must be downright perfect.

She met Ashtoreth’s glasses and said, softly, “Thank you,” while Warlock couldn’t hear. “It’s been so difficult-”

“Life often is,” Ashtoreth said sharply. The door jangled but seemed to be stuck – Harriet could hear Warlock cursing on the other side. “But you will work through it and rise above.” She said the words as if they were fact, written somewhere in gold letters on marble. In that moment Harriet, who had been prey to tears and uncertainty for so long over her decision to break her son’s family in half, believed her. She wiped a tear away with half a smile.

Ashtoreth crossed to the door but paused with her hand on the shaking handle. “You’re very brave,” she said, and something soft crossed her face. “It’s difficult to leave the past behind and start over.”

She opened the door and let Warlock in, easily taking the smaller of his bags and explaining how they’d get it down the lane to their cottage. Francis set the table with a beautiful antique china set and tea from a large, piping hot thermos. There were cookies and little sandwiches and some cakes, all clearly bought nearby.

Harriet sipped her tea and nibbled cucumber sandwiches as she watched her beautiful boy chattering and laughing with his nanny and gardener. He talked about school and his friends and his games – the last of which Ashtoreth knew a surprising amount about. He never once mentioned home, and neither did Harriet.

It was Francis who kept Harriet neatly in the conversation, asking about her work and the trip over with her and Warlock. Her son had even laughed when she told the story of the debacle at airport security, when she’d finally discovered she somehow had a dime in her bra. He’d acted horrified at the time, as if she’d meant to embarrass him on purpose, but now he laughed along with the others, dark eyes alight.

Oh, she’d missed this boy. When had she seen him last? It had to be months. And it was all because of her, being selfish, wanting something better. Maybe she should have waited until he was eighteen? Maintained his stability? But what if Thad raised a hand to Warlock one day, as he had to her? What if-

Soft fingers squeezed hers. She startled and looked at Francis, who winked at her almost roguishly. “I never know what she’s going on about with these games of hers,” he said, lifting his hand away. “I know they like to get you to spend money on buying pretend money. She’s especially proud of that.”

“Proud?”

“Ah-oh, nothing, nothing.” He waved a hand. Harriet was reminded of a number of odd non sequiturs she’d heard from him over the years. “Does Warlock need watching on that count?”

“No, but only because we’ve cut off access,” Harriet admitted., but she hasted to add: “He’s really a good boy, Brother Francis, it’s just been-it’s been hard for him. He’s angry and scared.”

Francis hummed quiet agreement. “And you?” he asked kindly. He’d always been so kind, almost unnaturally so, in the same way Ashtoreth was always almost comically severe.

She opened her mouth to say she was fine, just fine, that’s what everyone wanted to hear when they asked how you were, after all. Nobody wanted a woman to fall apart, to talk about her husband’s affairs or his absences or the time he nearly hit her because he was so tense about his job. No one wanted to see a woman cry while she admitted she’d failed as a wife and she was struggling as a mother and everything, everything felt too hard right now.

But somehow, instead, she said, lower lip trembling, “Much the same.”

Francis nodded seriously. He glanced across the table at Ashtoreth who was, with unfamiliar animation, arguing the finer points of Minecraft fan-made content with Warlock, and his smile was so soft that it ached under Harriet’s ribs. “We recently left behind everything,” he said quietly, voice pitched for her ears only. “Not just our jobs, though we knew Cr-Ashtoreth wouldn’t be needed much longer; you’d kept her on longer than we thought you would. But our . . . families. We had to, to move on. To have this. Something better.” He looked into Harriet’s eyes, and something unfamiliar warmed her from within. “I won’t betray the confidences of Warlock’s letters, but he does understand why you’ve made this choice. And though he can’t say it . . .” they both looked across at the boy, who glanced back at them questioningly, “he believes you and he will find a better life. And so do I.”

The tears came. She tried to hide them, because this wasn’t the time or place, but they fell of their own accord, warm and wet down her cheeks. She grabbed one of the soft napkins to hide behind, successfully stifling any sound. She had made the decision for both of them, because she loved Warlock and didn’t love Thaddeus. She hadn’t, not for a very long time. Maybe not since she found herself, all alone, in a hospital in Tadfield.

“Mum?” He sounded like a little boy.

Harriet rubbed hard at her face and lowered the napkin, wobbly smile in place. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to get upset.” She stood up. “Thank you so much for the tea, but I must be going. I’m sure it’s just lack of sleep. I’ll be right as rain after a night in the hotel.”

Ashtoreth’s soft voice held something like a hiss, and Harriet barely heard it. “Be honesssst.”

Warlock bit his lip, looked away, squirmed in his chair, and then jerked to his feet. He shuffled three steps before crossing the last bit of distance at a run and wrapping his arms around his mother’s waist.

Harriet almost hesitated before wrapping her own arms around him and pressing her eyes against his soft hair. “Warlock?” she asked shakily.

“It’s okay, Mom,” he said. “I’ll be okay here. You won’t have to worry about me. And I’ll-” he stopped, cleared his throat. “I’ll miss you.”

Harriet smiled and gave him a final squeeze as he pulled away. “I’ll miss you too,” she said, and the tears were there but hidden away behind something that could be like peace. She looked across at the two odd people who had agreed to help them when her own parents berated her for divorcing and wouldn’t take them in. They stood together, arms around each other’s waists, not-quite-watching and instead smiling at each other in a way that felt like a couple who had been married for sixty years and still found comfort in the other’s eyes.

She could have a chance at that. She could start over, and try again, no matter what her parents had to say about it.

“Now be good,” she said, and Warlock sighed and rolled his eyes and acted terribly insulted, and Francis laughed and Ashtoreth led her out the door and made sure she had transportation to where she needed to be, and Warlock squeezed her hand one more time as she left with a tin of cookies and a book to read on the road and a sincere, “You should stay a couple of days as well, when you get back” that she was going to seriously consider.

There was laughter as the door closed behind her and she heard Warlock say, “So how far are you guys from the beach?”

Harriet stopped and took a deep breath.

She could do this. She wasn’t alone.

She smiled to herself.

God did sometimes send the unlikeliest of angels, when you needed them most.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #warlock dowling #quill writes #cottage series #fanfic

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soimarriedayuki · 4 years ago

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Names

With out context or at least very little as I appear to have made note of this conversation without much detail as to how it even came to be.

While visiting a friends house to celebrate their small impending drain on financial and energy resources we appear to have fallen into the naming game.

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“Come on you must have worked out a name already you haven’t got long to go now.”

Someone in the group calls out in a far to friendly voice which instantly generates feelings of dread.

Have I told you all about the strange fact that I actually am not a massive fan of children? I mean they are ok... I really couldn’t eat a whole one. Naturally I also have one and I will destroy anyone that dared hurt her. I have not nor have I ever been however a big enthusiastic fan of the whole world that is babies.

I’m actually more than a little happy that I married Yuki and he is in fact a hell of a lot more hands on with things that never occurred to me. I mean you’d think food, clothing, shelter, toys, safe environment and general monitoring would have been enough. Wrong. I was constantly amazed that I was being dragged out shopping to places that had miniature versions of stuff to be told we needed to buy this and that by a man who avidly avoids all forms of shopping as if his life depended on it.

I am not and never will be a very Mumsie mother. I’m also not a particularly girly girl either. Not that these two things have anything to do with each other I was just trying to make the point that you can be one thing and still not fit a standard demographically generated image in society.

Now I’m afraid I went rather off topic. Back to the friendly gathering...

“Oh well we were looking at different things. He picked up some books I picked up some books and I think we have narrowed it down to a few now.” New mum to be is all smiles and beaming delight.

Honestly I looked at her sometimes and thought “so this is what they mean when they say glowing?” When i was pregnant i wasn’t glowing so much as melting.

“No need to rush we didn’t have ours till after she was born.” I have no idea what possessed me to even say that out loud. I ended up instantly regretting it as all eyes turned to me.

“You didn’t?”

“Oh my... what did you call them before you had a name?”

“Bump.” Yuki said rather bluntly behind me. He has a way of knowing when I’m wishing to vanish and ends up playing the part of perfect smokescreen.

“Really?”

“Well technically he didn’t call her that to start with it was more a Opps or Ah!” I smiled remembering how nervous and excited he was after i broke the news to him. For all the world I was not 100% sure of anything myself seeing him like that changed the game a little. Insert fluffy meme/gif here.

“That makes me sound terrible” Yuki grumbled putting the can of cold beer on my neck expecting me to jump and looking defeated when I failed to do more than flinch.

“You only just figured that out?” I said smiling as I patted his hand.

“So What did you call them while Yuki here was being all... well him.” One of Yuki’s friends from school waded into the conversation with his usual provocation of the creature that is my husband.

When i first met all of Yuki’s friends it was just like this. A BBQ and what felt like endless ribbing as they all teased him.

“What is that meant to mean?” Yuki groused and glared at his friend.

“Oh come on man i mean you aren’t dumb but you do a great impression from time to time.”

“Yeah it’s one of the reasons we all like ya!” Another from over by the grill cried out causing us all to laugh.

“With friends like you it’s no wonder i ended up marrying her.” Despite his complaint Yuki was in fact smiling.

“I will take that as a compliment. Anyway I called her the Womb Invader until the first clear scan then I think it was Mungbean.” I shrugged eager to move this line of questioning along just so it can end faster.

“Mungbean?” The confused looks around me were a little comical.

“Well that is what the shape reminded me off.” I said shrugging.

Maybe because I was never that into the whole creating a new life thing I could look at things involving the development of it from a different way? Or maybe as Yuki points out i’m just weird and should ignore it.

“I can’t believe Tiny was nearly called Mungbean.”

“Did you seriously not have any ideas on names?”

“Well the problem we ended up with was --” Yuki attempted to steer the conversation.

“Everytime i suggested a name Yuki told me he already knew someone with it and he didn’t think he would be comfortable naming his daughter something whilst imaging someone else.” I cut him off and his eyes looked down at me accusingly as if he couldn’t believe i just sold him out like that.

Sorry sweetheart but whilst teasing you is fun I do refuse to be the only one here talking about uncomfortable things and being the only one to suffer. Ok so there are times I can be a little sadistic.

“That sounds like a very Yuki thing.” His friend laughed slapping Yuki on the back making him cry out.

“Hey!”

“It’s not just him though dear you did that too. Remember I said if it’s a boy i told you i liked the name Cameron and you said you wouldn’t call your son that because all you would think of was Parliament.” The friends wife spoke up with a apologetic look on her face as she looked between Yuki and her hands on husband.

“I didn’t say that I said I wouldn’t call them that because it made me think of-- yes you’re right i guess we all do that.” The friend backed down and the conversation seemed to end for a few moments while we all thought how easy it was to hear a name and think of someone we disliked being attached to it.

“So how did Tiny get her name?”

And back again...

“Well after she was born she got all cleaned up by the nurses and Yuki had to hold her. The only name we didn’t completely veto came out his mouth when he called her and she opened her eyes and grabbed his pinky.” I smiled remembering how he nearly cried. He will never admit that is what it was like but I was there and I know what I saw.

“Awwwww that is so sweet”

“I know. I still feel sick everytime i think of it.” I pull a grimace on my face and another round of laughter happens.

“So what do you call her now? you know like pet names?”

I honestly don’t know why we had suddenly become so interesting but even the new parents in waiting were leaning forward looking for answers.

Together Yuki and I spoke in overlapping voices for the audience.

“Monster, It... there was a point i called her a little Lilliputian. Little One, Tiny Oh and creature...”

“Princess, Sweetheart, Tiny, kid... my girl.”

Yes you really don’t have to fit one profile perfectly to be a parent. As long as there is love you will do just fine. Trust me... i’m a mum.

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superman86to99 · 5 years ago

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Superman: The Man of Steel #26 (October 1993)

REIGN OF THE SUPERMEN! In this issue: Steel vs. the Cyborg... or, if you prefer, John Henry vs. the Machine. The Man in Black and the Man of Steel are still exploring the Cyborg Superman’s ginormous Engine City (formerly Coast City) when they hear a massive rumble -- looks like someone put the keys in the ignition, which is bad news for everyone on Earth. See, the Cyborg’s plan was to put several of these engines across the planet to turn the Earth into a knock-off Death Star, but his lackey Mongul betrayed him and decided to start the first engine before time. As a result, the whole planet will spin out of orbit and break itself apart due to, uh, physics and stuff.

Our heroes bump into Mongul as he’s making his escape, and he decides to stick around a little while longer to beat their asses. The Man in Black decides to fight Mongul to allow Steel to go into the engine itself and hopefully turn it off before it destroys the planet. Now, Mongul might be a planet-killing bastard, but at least he’s considerate enough to give the Man in Black and Steel a little moment to themselves before they separate. Aw.

“It’s you! The guy who looks exactly like the steel mask I’ve been looking at!”

So, Steel goes into the engine, but the thing is so massive and complex that he doesn’t know how to even start turning it off. Luckily, he gets some unexpected tech assistance from the Cyborg (well, some chunks of metal animated by the Cyborg’s mind) and his complete inability to STFU.

Steel basically just lets the Cyborg keep talking about how the engine works as they fight, then uses that information to formulate a sophisticated plan to shut the machine down. That plan is called “jam the Cyborg and himself into the gears and make the whole thing explode”.

It works! The Cyborg is still alive and he still has a giant, kryptonite-powered fortress in his power, but at least the planet won’t crumble anymore, so that’s something. Anyway, let’s check on how the Man in Black’s been doing against Mongul...

Uh-oh.

Character-Watch:

Superboy had his big character-defining moment a few weeks ago when he pushed himself to the limit to stop that missile, and now it’s Steel’s turn. If Superboy’s moment was about rising up to the occasion, Steel’s is more about using his engineer brain to outsmart the Cyborg. His best stories are the ones where he tackles impossible problems until he finally breaks them down (literally, with a hammer). What a cool character. Too bad he died in this issue and stuff.

Plotline-Watch:

Halfway through the issue we see Green Lantern Hal Jordan coming back to Earth from a mission in space and he’s like “And now to take a big sip of water and check on my beloved home town of Coast City...” Don Sparrow says: “Some rough news, to be sure, but Hal’s been a noble hero for so long, I know he’ll be able to handle the disappointment like the hero as he has been consistently been portrayed for all these decades…”

Don’t worry, we’ll see Hal go “down there” in Green Lantern #46 soon!

We also see Old Man Eradicator flying down on Engine City. It’s all coming together!

Supergirl, once again in her invisible form, tries to help the mostly powerless Man in Black against Mongul, but he showers her with a convenient oil pipe and takes her out of commission in two seconds. If I were the Man in Black, I’d ask for a refund on my Emergency Secret Weapon.

Jeb-Watch: Lois sees Jeb “Homewrecker” Friedman for the first time since he kissed her last month, and he tries to get her attention with a pretty shocking accusation: that she (*gasp*) loves Superman. Jeb expert Don Sparrow says: “I’m pretty famous for my hatred of Jeb in these pages, so I gotta love how hard Lois is ignoring him. Aside from dismissing his sexist jabs, his would-be haymaker about her loving Superman and not Clark is flat out ignored, and to my memory, never brought up again. Besides, if Clark is dead, as Jeb thinks he is, what would be wrong with Lois loving Superman? Stupid Jeb.” Suck it, Jeb.

And I’ll just let Don keep talking now. More after the jump!

Art-Watch (by @donsparrow):

This entire issue feels to me like it’s being backed with a guitar solo, and the cover is no exception: pure badassery, as Superman and the Man of Steel run from explosions like action movie stars. The opening splash on page one doubles down on the badassery, with Superman wielding an Image-comics-scale firearm (and while Jon Bogdanove has never shown an inability to draw feet, the convenient smoke hiding them does also remind me of Rob Liefeld, so more Image homage). [Max: I think he covered the feet so we can’t see Steel using his jet boots to look taller than Superman, again.]

Then ANOTHER splash follows on page 2-3 where we see the scale of our heroes relative to the giant engine structure.

Mongul’s bearhug looks pretty painful on page 6, and page 7 gives us yet another variation on the great poster from the Cyborg Superman’s first appearance. [Max: Those shots of Cyborg inside the machines always give me Superman III PTSD.] I love the mixture of low-tech and high tech that Bogdanove uses to show us the alien Engine City. Aside from wires and gears, we also get shapes that look very analog, like transistors and the like. Also the Cyborg being shown coming to life through his structures is a real visual playground for the art team, with some of his forms looking like himself, and others looking downright monstrous.

Did I think we’d get to see an oiled up Supergirl when I opened this issue? No, no I did not.

The beating Mongul lays on Superman is very painfully drawn, particularly that last left hook Superman takes. [Max: Why does this look so familiar? It could be that similar cover image with Bibbo punching Superman, but I have a feeling both things are homages to something else. Some Neal Adams thing maybe?]

Mongul’s power level has always been something of a mystery to me. Alan Moore’s “For the Man Who Has Everything” put him on a par with Superman, right up there with Darkseid for power level. But then when Superman fought him in the gladiatorial games on Warworld, Superman didn’t have much trouble beating him, even though he had been out of range of a yellow sun for a very long time and was therefore, again, only using a fraction of his regular power.

The sequence of Steel hammering away at the Cyborg is well done, and appropriately reminiscent of The Mechanical Monsters, from the old Fleischer Superman cartoons (a well that Bogdanove rightly revisits a lot!)

STRAY OBSERVATIONS:

This issue serves as a precursor to the Man of Steel comics from the early 2000s, where John Henry Irons served as an unofficial partner to Superman in Superman: The Man of Steel when it was being written by Mark Schultz (one of the more readable Superman titles of the mostly awful Joe Kelly-Joe Casey era).

Mongul’s done a lot of lousy things over the years, but it was downright decent of him to just flat out stand there and wait for Superman and Steel to have their bro moment before attacking the very-weakened Superman. [Max: Great minds, Don.]

This issue reads very choppily, as a lot of the transitions are jarringly abrupt. From when Superman barely finishes his sentence when they come against Mongul, or later when we cut away from Jeb midsentence to the Cyborg, then jumping right to Steel in the engine room, it can be confusing as a reader. Anyone else notice this?

Looks like Bog has skipped right past the Clint Eastwood of last week, and is taking the Eradicator right into R. Lee Ermey territory.

It’s fitting that in what amounts to the final issue of this being a Steel comic (until his own later series) that they finally raise the John Henry story, as the inspiration for Steel’s name. In an industry with a reputation for underrepresenting people of colour, Simonson and Bogdanove’s Superman: the Man of Steel has consistently featured prominent African-American characters, and portrayed them with nuance and dignity rarely afforded in the mid-90s.

I would have liked to seen a little more acknowledgement from the Cyborg of just how much his plans are screwed up, but I suppose it’s all supposed to further demonstrate how insane he is. One thing after another, his plans fail (Superboy survives, saves Metropolis, Warworld conversion fails, SUPERMAN IS ALIVE, Mongul betrays him, Green Lantern is coming to help, etc). Now he’s saying “ah, it’s all cool, all that matters is my plan to kill Superman!” Except that he thought that Superman was dead when he hatched this whole plan! [Max: I guess they had to make it sound like there was still stuff on the line before the big climax... but yeah, that was weird. No one’s buying it, Hank.]

Aside from a few pages where they go ALL OUT (like the aforementioned Engine City spread), there’s a real dearth of backgrounds in this issue, with tons of figures on solid or blank backgrounds.

I’m glad we got a little update on Lois after Superman jetbooted away again, it was kind of her to assure them that this is indeed the real Clark who has returned. Still, that conversation could have been a lot more awkward than it was.

FOOLS! The Man in Black is an impostor! My money’s on Bibbo now.

#superman #louise simonson #jon bogdanove #dennis janke #steel #coast city #mongul #ma kent #pa kent #jeb friedman #hank henshaw #hal jordan #green lantern #supergirl #eradicator #old man eradicator #agh no i thought about superman iii goodbye sleep #reign of the supermen

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celebrationsage · 5 years ago

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maybe unpopular opinion but I don’t like FR content that takes certain site mechanics literally, like buying dragons off the AH, Roundsey raffling dragons, or exaltation, at all. I mean I guess it reminds me of old Neopets comics which is nice, but it’s way too bleak for me. Let me live in my dream world separate from the game mechanics!

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strawberryybird · 5 years ago

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So whats your favorite thing about each of your fe3h favs? Anything you could just go on a long rant about for any of them? or interactions between them that you wish had happened or wanted to happen.

Waking up in the morning and going through all of the drunk blogging and “-thank-u-for-weathering-my-deep-need-to-be-liked-and-given-attention-off-main-I-guess” if this isn’t a whole mood on its own I don’t know what is. Anyways it sounds like you had fun and it was definetly fun reading everything. I hope you are feeling okay the day after everything. And to tack on a random question which fe3h character would you want to get drunk with if it was just the two of you?

Hi Hello!! thank u for enjoying my drunk blogging !!! and for the asks!!! (and the lovely comments on my fics actually hi there ur wonderful!!!) i’m currently cursing the damage i’ve done to my sleep schedule and suffering under my (truly deserved) hangover lmao ;p apologies u don’t get drunk me, only uncaffeinated hangover me, but we talk to the same degree and make the same spelling errors lol

ah yes.. im a fountain of moods (all of u still with me here are saints hhhh)

ok content time:

the second one first: i absolutely want to get drunk with ferdinand von aegir. the man’s a hop, skip and a vodka shot away from a mess. i love him. he’d be full of conversation and would buy the rounds every time as a true nobleman should !! he’d probably be really good at instigating drinking games but horrible at playing them.. i love party gay ferdie von aegir.

i’m going to LIMIT the faves i list because truly i love them all very much but i have to at least pretend i have some restraint and i don’t want to make this even More of a wall of text it’s going to become . SO

edit: ok i started writing this at like. half ten pm. when the fuck did it become monday.

edit edit: Disclaimer time: these are my conclusions and my conclusions alone. I’m not saying I’m objectively right or correct. I’m very much approaching this from an English Lit-ish point of view because that’s just how I look at a lot of media. I’m not asserting my opinions or conclusions as the only viable to interpret this media, and if anything I say offends you then I am sorry, it was not my intention but I acknowledge that I have hurt you. This is not the exhaustive list of my thoughts on the whole thing, there’s a lot more depth and detail I didn’t go in to.

My favourite thing about Edelgard is the Everything, but notably I really love her proud nature and how in VW it quite directly gets her *spoilered*, and in CF it’s integral to her success (bc it’s her own rigidity within herself that keeps her standing i think) and I Like Tragic Characters (and it’s very elinor dashwood). because it’s one of the qualities that can throw her character into a villainous light & it’s really interesting !! but at the same time.. it’s not quite ‘pride’ purely, and it’s kinda the wrong word. it’s some mixture of determined/stubbon, anger, self-reliance, and that really hard veneer of personality u develop when you’re around people who aren’t healthy for you to be around, and the very very critical need to be right about the choices you made because the weight of the consequences would kinda ruin you if you weren’t. (the dean winchester effect huh) and wrap that up together with a big scoop of ‘i believe my way is right’ (’and my way Has to be right’) and then u get a lot of what i LOVE about Edelgard’s character

My favourite thing about Dorothea is really how she was the character that Hated the war. genuinely the contrast between white clouds dorothea & timeskip dorothea Breaks My Heart EVery Time I See Her !!!!! that and Spoilers!!! (her last words in AM unrecruited is edelgards name and i literally had to stop and cry about it for five minutes.) she’s one of the characters that post-war doesn’t have a Massive political stake in the war - like there’s her anger towards the current class system (another reason i bloody love her PLEASE give me angry feminine characters) but i think it’s her bonds with edie (or byleth&whoever if recruited) that keep her actually fighting in the war & it’s kinda different and i like that (actually i think she parallels/sends up/contrasts really really nicely with mercedes in that way)

my favourite thing about Marianne is just everything. how she finds worth within herself if you play VW (and the very very harrowing hc that she didn’t if you don’t), how she’s full of a quiet rage for the crest system but you eek it out of her as you play the game. how she’s still loved by the deers despite her appalling mental health (fight me on that canon) and the game essentially has her ‘save’ herself by finding worth and life within herself. i love her so much ok. (i also love her because she committed identity theft.. she and i share a name with the second dashwood sister oho (but i don’t use that name on the internet hhh) (also because my favourite shakespeare play is king lear (no really it is), my birthday is in red wolf moon too, i used to have very long hair i wore in a plait most days for school, little 11 and 17 year old me acted Exactly like white clouds marianne did & genuinely i love marianne von edmund to pieces but God it hurts to see her in game sometimes bc her journey mirrors a lot of mine & i love this character. so much.) WOW that was a lot. am i sure im not still drunk

so claude is not only one of my favourite characters in the whole damn game, but also shares the name of one of my favourite painters so i simply have to love him ;p however i can’t give a proper opinion on him yet because i haven’t finished playing deers yet :( but !! i love how (as is with all the lords) he has a veneer of personality to him, but in contrast to Edie where it’s quite seemless with her actual personality, Claude’s veneer of personality seems very opaque and plastered on. i may or may not just be wildly imagining things but he’s a very different personality in his lower supports with Lysithea than he is in his B support with Marianne, for instance. like, i love characters that are obviously a lot more socially intelligent than i could ever be, and claude is *chef kiss* BEAUTIFUL ON EVERY LEVEL.

i’d wax lyrical about Ingrid too but honestly there’s many better people out there with the good ingrid content than i could do. shortly, i love the New Take on the pegasus knight archetype she brings, and i really like her perspective on femininity !!! she’s such a good character & she brings so much to the game and to the pegasus knight character too!!!!! she’s such a bright personality and altho i wish so many of her supports weren’t centred around make-up (hhh dorogrid fans i pray for you), i think she’s really going to pave the way for whoever’s next in that character slot. (like, you can’t tell me she’s not an offshoot of Phila from awakening lmao)

no ok i’m adding in Hubert because i love this vampire man. i really really love the devoted servant archetype and we all know i love edelgard’s tragedy. and i love hubert. so much. the way he enables edelgard in pretty much everything is just so so interesting to think about, and i love his intensity about it. he’s like the ever present reminder that edelgard’s will kinda has to work otherwise the potential consequences of her being wrong are personified in hubert imo. it’s only touched on in VW in his letter but like. god i wish we got more but it’s a wonderful starting block. i love his comic relief as well, he’s such a fun character to have !!!! and also i have so many hubert fics in my bookmarks that just Get him. i love hubert. oh i love hubert.

i’m going to cut myself off there because . that’s just a LOT.

as for characters i would sell a limb to have them talk to each other, honestly it’s Edelgard/Marianne. (and only 51% because of all the projection i have going on with those two ok don’t at me i k n o w). that support chain would be too powerful and honestly i wish they had one becuauese it would have gone so Hard about what Edelgard was doing and what Marianne thought about it, and how they connected over it & they probably would have had their supports set over cups of tea or smth .. it would have been amazing.

(but i’d rather have nothing than an awakening-level-content support where they talk about eating fucking bear meat instead of talking about how they grew to trust each other with and their ability to save the fate of the world HUH AWAKENING. (i’m salty about fredrobin forever)

also hilda/dorothea supports . we were robbed. they’re best friends and you can’t actually tell me otherwise. they run the disaster bi chat of garreg mach. honestly i just would Love a support chain for them that starts with them talking about self care routines and something really small like accessories or perfume and it goes into how self-esteem and how dorothea has to find the same worth in herself as hilda so easily can. (hilda’s the queen of self esteem she’s a babe) and in CF they could have dialogue and then we cry about it. and in SS they talk about how they both chose their place with Byleth and not at edie/claude’s side like i’m just free balling here it could be Anything and i’d love it.

also big shocker .. dorothea/marianne supports . they both hate themselves in their profile CAN THEY PLEASE CHAT.

also i accidentally fell in love with the claude/edelgard ship and i desperately need them to interact on the same level that edie and dimitri get to because.. aren’t there supposed to be three main characters huh intsys .. and like i get what the game goes for with two of the lords embroiled in a personal war against each other at the heart and the third actually finding something close to the truth because he’s not involved in age old grudge matches but at the same time That’s one of the things that really really falls flat for me in the game. dimitri’s villain is edie, edie’s villain is big dragon wife, claude’s villain is the lack of communication that everyone in fodlan suffers from apparently. lack of communication and lies. ymmv with what im saying rn but i would have preferred if all three lords had strong personal ties to each other and in Each Route it was brought up. or just snip dimitri’s dialogue out of CF because i have beef with how that WHOLE moment went down on so many accounts hhhh honestly it makes me angerey to think about lol

.. back on topic- can the lords pls talk to each other because it would be SO interesting in white clouds and i like seeing how their personality presentations clash

also . can i marry manuela yet. my crops are dying here.

.. im so sorry about this but it’s midnight and i’m too tired to edit so. have this. thank you so much for the questions!!!! very kind (and brave) of you to ask me!!!!! i had a lot of fun writing all of this & as always if anything you didn’t quite /get/ i’m happy to re-explain myself!! :)

#ask #OH HELL THIS IS A POST HUH #fe meta #i mean it's not its just me having opinions rather loudly on ur dash #also that paragraph about edelgard is pretty much what i keep in mind to write her for my rtau fic #this is LONG im SO SORRY but NOT SORRY AT ALL #ur an actual angel if u sat thru this all #anyway. thank u so much for the ask that's so kind of u and i sent this mess back out into the world #my apologies oml #ok it's gone midnight im hitting post before i chaneg my mind #kalinary

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steve0discusses · 5 years ago

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Yugioh Season Zero: Yuugi Gets a Tomagachi Pt 2

So because I spent like...weeks away from Yugioh I recently decided to kinda review what was even going on in this show, and so, as I was quickly going through my own recaps this week while putting this Season Zero episode together, I was reminded about this observation I made so innocently so long ago.

I keep making jokes with this show and then the jokes end up being real. Like it just keeps happening, so I don’t know why I bother trying to dive so far into the hypothetical thinking “Yugioh would never possibly do this” but...I’ll keep trying.

So, lets see just how dangerous a Season Zero Tomagachi can be. (v bad)

So about 3-4 days have passed since Honda left school for maternity leave despite the fact he is a 14 yo biological male and was never pregnant. I’m glad he’s here to break gender norms and I’m glad that the teacher has just accepted this.

Anzu has decided it’s time for an intervention and thinks, “if I can talk sense into Yuugi occasionally, maybe I can talk some sense into this purple haired alien that we’re also friends with?”

Miho, I swear.

(read more under the cut)

Yuugi has decided to show off his digital pet, which looks a whole lot like the Olympics mascot from 1996.

Izzy. That was the name of the Olympics mascot from 1996. I got the stuffed animal of him for my birthday and that’s the only reason I remember this weird ass 90′s fact.

I do not like the weird bangs that are Tomagachi arms, and it says a lot about the volume of Yugi’s bangs that they could have tiny arms attached to all those little bangs and it would...match up.

Now I watched a dubbed version done by English voice actors (hence why I’m getting all these names wrong) and I figured, I may as well take you on the same journey I went through watching this episode, starting with the name of Yuugi’s pet here.

Some of you, who know every single thing about Yugioh, are right now like “oh girl, do you not even see how you’re getting played all over again? Do you not realize what you JUST walked into?” and don’t worry, we’ll get there. But first, I have to go through this entire episode. Don’t worry, I’ll address the elephant in the room shaped like “the Joshua Tree” but with bangs that are hands.

(if you are too young to know about the lore behind U+Me=Us, then please look it up and listen to their entire discography and know that we were so hardcore about U+Me=Us that, for a very little while, they topped TRL over Destiny’s Child and Britney Spears)

And so they decide to do the very awkward fusion thing where you slap the butts of these Tomagachis together, but Jounouchi’s tomagachi is way too tsundere to date.

Anyway, in walks this boyman who I think gets bigger and bigger every scene he is in, like Violet Beauregarde. I mean...the door is...only so big. One of y’all brought up in the comments (I think gingerninja) that his name means “whale” in Japanese. Indeed he is.

He decides to show us his shiny golden pet, and remember this is 1999, so here’s some...1999 technology alright.

Dear lord, never draw these nips again.

Just...never again.

This is just...

How is this the only post I’ve made in months that hasn’t been flagged?

...Anyways, Kujirada’s monster, instead of going on awkward play dates, just kind of devours whoever he goes up against in a battle. It’s sort of confusing though because like...the same process for battle is the same as for this weird social network/dating scene.

Like there was absolutely no battle system until just now, when this thing started eating other people’s little monsters.

RIP Johnny and Somomo, who we knew for like all of 4 seconds. Truly one of the most devastating blows of Yugioh lore to see the death of these little monster assholes that have consumed all the time that these kids should have spent studying/actually attending school.

And then, our hero arrives and he’s a freakin mess because he hasn’t slept in 3 days.

And I was fully expecting for Honda to also lose and gain a valuable lesson in how to better use his time. I was waiting for Yuugi to pull out his little pet and go through a whole transformation sequence right here and now. But, something impossible happened.

I can’t believe the episode is already over and it was Honda that won. You heard it here first, kids, always skip school for video games, the Yugioh way.

I mean...kudos to Honda, I guess. I’m just really surprised he won something. I mean, the last time I saw him play a game he full on died by being tossed into a pit of lava and then he got turned into a robotic monkey for like 12 episodes.

Haiyama, meanwhile, did not take this very well, since he was the one from the bathroom who was being coerced into giving money to Kujirada in order for Kujirada to buy the golden pet, who just lost within a day of buying it.

As Haiyama leaves, we kind of assume that Haiyama is about to get his ass kicked in, because he’s small and cute and wears glasses, and this is Yugioh Season Zero, and those are all the things required to get your ass kicked in.

When just...everything starts to get really, really weird.

Also, this happened,

And FYI whenever I do these Season Zero episodes, I also look into the other translations on Youtube and the one I looked at seems to have also noticed that the Warehouse situation in Yugioh has gotten a little bit out of hand.

Ah, I see what you did there, random Youtube guy. I mean I love the abandoned warehouse, personally, he’s a core actor in this show. But yes, I do see how it’s turning into a little tiny bit of a meme.

Hilariously, Kujirada makes sure to run directly past Yuugi on his way to the abandoned warehouse district while carrying this girl in a sack over his back.

It is the middle of the freakin day.

So you’ve probably guessed the main twist by now, mostly because of the lack of characters, but as Tristan comes to the end of this warehouse, out steps our very large 3 Stooges boy who keels over and is...entirely covered in bloody lashes????

For your consideration--Haiyama has the yellow glasses and this face type, yes? and Kujirada has the hair? You stick the two together and remove entirely the problematic whipping sequence and you have yourself a

Of course I say this and maybe Weevil is also in S0 and Haiyama is just his own type of nut.

With a whip for some reason. OMG why does this child have a bullwhip?

Also how on EARTH did he manage to get Miho all the way up there???

So Haiyama explains, while pulling out a photo album of just tons of people in it, a comically large photo album of people that I guess he just keeps in his butt pocket, that these were all the people who were doing dirty deeds for him in exchange for money. No idea how the hell Haiyama got all that money, but he likes to blow it all on what is essentially slavery because apparently once you get money from Haiyama, you’re stuck with Haiyama for life.

Like really there is so much gang imagery in this show, it’s like a big PSA of “Don’t Join a Gang, Kids! Or Your Classmate Will Whip You With a Bullwhip Until You Pass Out In an Abandoned Warehouse” and it’s like damn Yugioh fine, I wont, damn.

But like the whole murdery photo album was certainly something because uh--there were more people in there than Kujirada so it’s like...did they die? Did all those people die? Did you in fact murder all those people, Haiyama? Did you manage to kill all those people at age 14 like you’re some sort of Bakura? Like, it’s Yugioh, so I really am just assuming they died but like...can’t add it to the death count until they outright say, right?

And then Yuugi’s timing was pretty excellent.

colorist kinda messed up on Yuugi’s teeth here. It happens. Cartoons are hella hard to make so we’ll give it a pass.

The TRAJECTORY.

Haiyama then decides to point out to Honda that Miho is essentially using Honda like he uses Kujirada and that was...kind of cathartic for me, actually. Thank you, villain, for recognizing that this whole Miho obsession thing is uhhhh kind of wrong. I guess we’ll see if the fact that Haiyama pointed this out to Honda will actually stick or if Honda will forget it by next episode.

Although, in Miho’s defense, she may be too stupid to know that she’s actually using Honda. She may just be that stupid. I honestly can’t tell what her deal is at this time.

But then Haiyama decides to try and extend the great offer to Honda of being whipped and manipulated for the rest of his life in exchange for keeping Miho alive, which um. Wow Yugioh, this is a 14 year old kid. Wow, that’s some dark stuff wow, this basically serial murderer has just been hanging out in the back of their class for their what we assume is their whole lives, and NO ONE NOTICED?

Like again, this entire class is just...they gotta be plants. There’s gotta be at least 3 people in this class being made in test tubes underneath Domino by Gendo Ikari, there’s just no way they aren’t.

And what’s crazy about Zero vs the rest of Yugioh is that in Zero they just happened upon a freakin maniac. They didn’t like...search this guy out, or enter a contest that they knew was freakin cursed. No, they just wanted to play with a Tamagachi. That was it. Instead, they found out that their one classmate has been abusing their other classmate to the point of hospitalization for the past several years.

They just wanted to play with a Tomagachi.

After that, Yugi had a fun intro sequence into Yami Yugi where a beam of light expanded across his face from the middle and that was actually a very nice effect 10/10 I can’t actually cap the animation but you can trust me. For a low budget thing that this season appears to be, that was a nice low budget way to do a good effect.

(seriously, if Yuugi lived a normal life would he have ever known he was cursed? Would Pharaoh have ever woken up at all?)

Honda at this point passed out due to the constant whipping, which is very surprising because I’m so used to Tristan, who once threw Double Spike Mullet Man over his shoulders. Honda is kind of a weakling in comparison.

So, Yuugi looks down at this device with a little monster in it and is like “yo I have a great idea, lets make the monsters fight eachother” and so we got like...a Yugioh meets Pokemon aesthetic, and FYI Yuugi’s monster still has the weird hand bangs. It’s...it still looks like that.

And, turns out the kick that Jounouchi’s monster gave to Yuugi’s monster made Yuugi’s monster learn how to hate, enough to gain a new power.

...so, in the end, Yuugi spent a really long time making his monster just a very nice guy, and would have absolutely lost if Jounouchi’s tomagachi hadn’t kicked Yuugi’s tomagachi’s ass. I guess that’s symbolic.

PS never forget that these are Tomagachi’s with a 20-50 pixel screen.

and there you are, Haiyama eaten by his own Tamagachi.

Yuugi was like “and THAT’s why you don’t whip the people who are your pets. You treat your pets with love.” and it was like wtf that guy was devoured by his own Tamagachi.

And then you think about it a second later and it’s like “WTF YUUGI. Yuugi. That’s still not a very good message.” And like I figured...this is probably a translation error that they accidentally made Yugi seem like he was cool with using people so long as you’re nice about it, but it was in the other version I watched as well so I think the real desired meaning just...didn’t quite make it to the final draft. I hope.

Straight up, this episode would have scared me absolutely to death while I was still in the Tomagachi craze and feeling very guilty about not taking care of them. Like can you imagine just killing your Tamagachi over, and over when you’re 10 and then watching this episode? Like Gremlins did irreparable damage to me as a kid, can you imagine what this episode would have done?

This guy was devoured by a Tomagachi and Yuugi just watched.

Don’t worry, Miho says “momma” here so she is still about as blase towards Honda as ever.

They did pan down to show us that Haiyama is still alive after this whole event. Of course he’s...passed out so he’ll probably just end up in the hospital wing in Domino they’ve reserved for Yuugi’s classmates.

...Eaten by a tamagachi.

Now, a little bit of story time, in the process of putting these caps together, I figured well after the fact that I should, youknow, go and check on the spelling of all of these characters (because again, I watch the dub so I have no subs to tell me how things are spelled) and the sub version had omitted quite a bit of the episode, including the parts where Yuugi says his pet’s name.

...so I was like...is Yuugi’s pet named Yuutou or Yuutsu? And surprisingly enough, when I typed into Google “what is the name of Yugi’s tamagachi” ...

DAMN IT, YUGIOH.

HE REALLY DID CANONICALLY NAME HIS PET U2!

Freakin U2. SPELLED LIKE IT LOOKS LIKE.

That makes no freakin sense, whatsoever. Yuugi is the type of person who listens to weird grungy alternative from whatever local show his weird anti-establishment cousin tells him about and would just--I mean he has so many accessories and eyeliner, he does not put in his Mom’s CD of U2 and drift off, no, he puts in a burnt CD of early Radiohead while he spends 2 hours dying his bangs in the sink. There is no universe, let it be Season Zero or Season whatever where Yuugi acknowledges U2.

I can’t believe this is Canon.

I just...Wow. U2.

U2.

Y’all I am shook that Yuugi is a closet U2 fan.

FYI, I have been listening to U2 for the entire time I’ve typed this. I mean, Pride is a good jam.

Anyways, I know none of you that are too young to know 2gether looked this up when I mentioned it earlier, so here you go, one of the best worst songs ever made. In case you were wondering what I was busy doing as a young tween instead of having a Yugioh phase.

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#Yugioh #ygo #Yugioh season zero #tomogatchi #yuugi muto #jounouchi #honda #anzu #miho #U2 #this episode was mad effed up wow #I mean damn that was um #that whole thing with the freakin whip just came out of nowhere huh #tw blood #tw whipping #I mean you don't really see the blood but even so it's...it's cuts youknow #2gether #U + Me = Us (calculus)#So sad that this song was lost in time youknow the kids these days they know about backstreet they might listen to N*Sync but 2gether? No.

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