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magicianapprenticelyra · 4 years ago

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To Pay Our Last Respects; Chapter II [IRIS, SHILOH]

[CHAPTER I]

WARNING: Contains massive spoilers from the latter parts of The Arcana: A Mystic Romance.

[With mentions of: @vesuvianoak‘s fan apprentice Ąžuolas and fan kids, Esther, Hazel, and Noah, the lattermost being to whom Iris is married to.]

IRIS

It’s been a while, but I know I’m in the spirit world. It feels real, but the way I walk is a mite slower. When I move, my whole body feels a bit weightless, and so heavy at the same time.

Once I am out of the woods, I finally get my bearings. In the distance is the hut Grandma Khamgalai and Herm have been staying in. It’s never changed, as far as I know.

There’s smoke coming out of the chimney, so I know either Herm or Grandma are in there.

As I continue to make my way there, I look down at where I step. I don’t want to accidentally step or disturb some of the neighbors.

The closer I get though, I start to get a funny feeling. When I’m within reach of the door, I slow my steps, listening.

Inside the hut, I can hear Grandma talking. At first I think it’s to Herm, but then I realize he’s moving around in the hut, cooking something. Grandma would usually be padding around nearby as he did . . . so why wasn’t—?

I hear the Major Arcana’s feet coming my way in the nick of time. I jump out of the way as the door swings open.

“Oh!” Hermit blinks, seeing me on the other side. His starry green eyes are apologetic. “Hello Iris.”

“Hi Herm,” I reply, stepping back to let him come out. As he shuts the door behind him, I ask, “Is there someone else in there with Grandma?”

“Mm,” Hermit nods, sparing a glance behind him before walking on. I follow.

“Wood pile?”

“Mm.”

“Want me to carry or do you want me to chop?”

“Both, if you are able.”

“Of course I’m able!”

We find the wood pile a ways away from the hut. It is really low, which is surprising.

“How’d this happen?” I ask, grabbing an axe nearby.

“The guest in the hut happened,” he replies.

I blink. “Human or demon?”

“Human, like you.”

I pause, setting the axe down again. “I beg your pardon?”

To be honest, I’m not that special: I know there are people that can find their way to The Hermit’s realm, but there are a lot of hoops to jump through in order to even get to this place.

“He’s struggling with a loss, like you,” Herm explains further. I grimace, picking up my axe and getting to work on getting wood for the pile.

It'll be a bit, because I'm unwilling to let Grandma go without while I'm here.

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After The Hermit and I get the wood pile about 2/3rds the way there, we hear Grandma's voice in the distance: she's calling us to come in for lunch.

I trundle after Hermit, feeling sore. Aunc Asra has told me that if I got hurt here, it's not real. I didn't take my body with me this trip at least, but it's hard not to feel a bit beat up.

Like the gentleman he is, Herm opens the door for me. I see Grandma getting the table ready . . . with our guest.

I pause after closing the door behind me. The person is not that tall. They couldn't be much shorter than Aunc Asra, to be honest.

They got a shock of auburn hair, and a face that strikes me as familiar.

"Iris!" Khamgalai greets, walking over to give me a hug. I gotta bend down really low in order to let her hug me fully. “How are you holding up, sweetie?”

“Uh, could be better,” I reply, giving her a small smile. Grandma ushers me to the table, having me on one side of her, and the stranger on the other.

"Iris, this is Shiloh," she points to the newcomer, flashing a smile. "Shiloh, this is my granddaughter, Iris."

"Hi," they greet, glancing at me before looking away sheepishly.

"Hey yourself," I reply, giving them a little wave. After Grandma lightly nudges them, Shiloh returns the little wave.

Soon, Hermit sits across from her, passing bowls of bantan and cups of tea around. When he also sets down a platter of khuushuur, I grin.

“Thank you for this,” I dip my head to the Arcana.

“It’s no trouble,” Hermit rumbles.

“. . . there’s no pork in this, right?” Shiloh asks, looking at the soup suspiciously.

“No there isn’t,” Grandma replies, patting their shoulder. “Dig in! I knew even before you got in here that you look like you’ve hardly eaten.”

Shiloh blushes vividly, already scooping the thick soup into their mouth.

As we’re all eating, I spare a few glances over to this person. Their clothes make me think of someone with refined but flashy taste, if the long sleeves and gold-colored accents were anything to go by. The material isn’t velvet, but it’s sitting heavily over their body.

What I’m really shocked about though, is their magic. Even if it’s pretty subdued, I can feel the cracklings of . . . something. Given the fact that Khamgalai made bantan, they’re probably a few hours into getting over a hangover too.

After the stranger finishes their soup, Grandma moves the platter of khuushuur over to them.

“This looks like chiburekki,” Shiloh remarks, looking at the offered food.

"Chiburekki?" I echo. Why is that familiar?

"Mhm. A fried dumpling thing." Shiloh picks up one with a wooden fork. They pop it into their mouth, and chew. The khuushuur settles into one of their cheeks as they eat, taking a few moments to savor and chew.

“What’re you in for?” I ask them, chuckling when they’re startled by me addressing them.

After stopping themself from choking, Shiloh swallows, replying with, “I dunno."

I raise an eyebrow and look at Herm. When he shrugs, I look at Grandma.

“Were they the one that got all your wood?”

“Not intentionally,” Khamgalai replies plainly. Shiloh shrinks in their chair, red to their ears as she continues with, “From what I understand, it’s something like this: when he landed in the Hermit’s realm, he got knocked into the wood pile. He smacked into it so hard it scattered to the four winds!”

“How were you drunk before even getting here?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “Had a night out with your friends?”

Shiloh shifts under my scrutiny, lips pressed tightly together.

“I’m pretty patient, kid,” I forewarn, “I can wait a pretty long while.”

Hermit gets up and leaves us alone. I don’t blame him: these are really weird circumstances. In the meantime, Grandma and Shiloh end up doing dishes together while I tidy up the living area. The two of them exchange a few words here and there. Given Shiloh is stage whispering, I can’t hear much.

After a bit more poking from Grandma, Shiloh finally caves.

“It’s . . . complicated,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He dries his hands and stumbles back over. He seats himself on a low stool.

Slowly, Shiloh leans down, stretching. As he touches the tips of his shoes, Shiloh strategically pops his back. I sit down on a low stool too, settled beside my grandma as Shiloh begins.

He talks about after he went to sleep last night, he woke up in the Arcana realms. When I ask how he knew, Shiloh responds with, “Lamps don’t just grow out of nowhere,” he laughs wryly. “It’s . . . it’s a little fuzzy but I was drinking with this demon I ran into . . .”

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SHILOH

Hours ago, The Hanged Raven . . .

“ . . . do you get visitors often?” I murmur, nursing my pint of ale in my hands.

“Mm . . . yes and, uh, no,” he replies.

I mm in understanding, trying not to stare. It’s really, really dark in here, but I can make out the outlines of his silhouette. The demon before me . . . he’s humanoid, but massive. From head to taloned feet, he’s covered in black feathers. There's some swathes of dreadfully pale skin—almost grey!—in between rows and rows of said feathers. Thanks to him handing me this pint what I think ale, I can tell he’s got claws at the ends of his massive hands too.

“So, uh . . .” I look to the ceiling, noting the cobwebs. “Have you been out much?”

“Only to hunt,” he replies. He gestures to some bones in the corner of the room. The sight makes my skin crawl.

There were still some chunks of meat on the osseous matter.

“It disgusts you, doesn’t it?” the demon looks into his massive tankard wistfully. “I know I am . . . I can’t change it however.”

“Hey you need to eat to live,” I reply, taking a swig. As the taste of Salty Bitters collides with the back of my throat, I gag. Shaking my head furiously, I heave a strangled, “Oh gods—!”

The demon has a lopsided smile as I dig into my coat pockets, bringing out a handkerchief to hack into. I stuff the cloth into my mouth, trying to soak up whatever remains of the Salty Bitters in my mouth.

“I should’ve uh, forewarned you,” the demon murmurs. “I’ve had them for so long, I don’t taste it anymore. I still feel the effects though,” he laughs, placing a taloned hand over his face.

I spit out my handkerchief, opting to drink out of my canteen of water from then on.

“It’s, cough, okay,” I reassure. “My first drink when I was of age was Salty Bitters. It’s been a while since I had any, haha . . .”

The demon lifts his cup up into open air. One of the ever-floating bottles of Salty Bitters swoops over, filling up his tankard.

“What’re we drinking to?” I ask, steadying the canteen in my hand.

“To better times,” the demon murmurs. He immediately downs the tankard in one go.

It’s after that that I excuse himself, feeling nauseous. This sort of Salty Bitters is far more potent than the ones back home . . .

“Safe travels,” the demon bids me.

As I stumble out, the scenery outside The Hanged Raven has changed. It wasn’t full of red-lit mangroves—

It’s the very edge between a forest and a massive field. I trip, knocking over a wood pile. As I lay on the ground, confused, I decided to sleep it off . . .

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IRIS

". . . and that’s how I’m here,” Shiloh concludes.

I stare at him, amazed. I look to Grandma, who looks back at me. Then, together, we look at Shiloh.

“How often do you travel the realms?” I ask, my mind racing.

“Often enough that demons don’t faze him,” Grandma replies.

“What your Gran said,” Shiloh nods.

“Um . . .” I rub my neck, trying to calm down. “That demon . . . did he tell you what his name was?”

“They don’t tend to.”

“Did he look familiar to you?”

“I rarely meet the same demon twice,” Shiloh explains, raising an eyebrow. “Why?"

“Salty Bitters is my father-in-law’s favorite drink,” Iris explains. “Julian Devorak’s his name. The fact you said this-this demon was drinking so much to cope—”

“Wait, what?” Shiloh stares at me. “That’s not possible.”

At this point, Grandma decides to get some water for the three of us. As she leaves her seat, Shiloh repeats that it isn’t possible for Julian to be my father-in-law.

“What makes you say that? Do you know Julian?”

“First off: everyone knows my dad,” Shiloh uses his fingers to mark each of his points thereon. “If my Dad is your father-in-law, you’d either be married to me or one of my siblings, if I had any. Since that isn’t the case . . .” He shakes his head some more, looking like he’s suffering another headache.

I rack my brain, trying another avenue: “Do you know Muriel?”

“Barely. He doesn’t like my dad much, so he tends to stay away unless it’s just my mom and/or Asra around.”

“Is your mom Lyra Nguyen?” I feel a strange weight in my chest. The weight is clammy, fueling my crumbling disbelief in what’s happening.

Grandma finally hands me a mug of water. I set it on the nearby table instead, my eyes flicking between the furniture within the hut, and Shiloh’s face.

“ . . . how . . . ?” Shiloh stares at me, expression matching my own.

We both look to my grandma, needing answers.

“Would Herm know?” I ask her.

“He should have some kind of answer,” Grandma nods. “We may need to wait a while, though.”

“Fine by me,” Shiloh sighs. He drinks his water, thanking Khamgalai. “May I sleep on the floor?”

“Let me get you some blankets young man. Please remove your shoes.”

Shiloh nods, immediately unlacing his long boots. I help Grandma get the blankets down from a storage closet, setting up an area for Shiloh to sleep off his hangover some more.

Pretty soon, he’s out to sleep. As for me, I take a moment to just . . . set my head on the table.

Grandma stands beside me, gently smoothing her hand over my back. “You should sleep too,” she recommends.

“I’ll sleep after we hear from Herm,” I softly reply, resting my chin on top of my crossed-over wrists. Satisfied with my answer, albeit a touch worried, Khamgalai leaves me alone.

The truth is . . . I do need sleep. Damn, forget mourning my mother and all for a minute . . .

I fight off my exhaustion with questions. When Mom was still alive, she said for every question I had, The Magician had about thrice as many in turn for me. It feels that way right now . . .

What did Shiloh’s mom see in Julian? According to my own mom and dad, he’s a hell of a nuisance at times. This was extremely so when Mom, Dad, Asra and my uncle Julian went into a crumbling Vesuvia to oust the late Pontifex Vulgora.

Is Nadia still the Countess?

Where’s Portia in all this? She’d be Shiloh’s aunt, right . . .?

What about Asra? Who did he end up with? For some reason, the thought of him travelling all on his own makes me unbearably sad . . .

“Not everyone ends up with someone, and that’s okay.” Mom always told me that. That was her comforting words to me when I was having difficulty finding a partner I wanted to spend my life with.

Considering Shiloh now, that made me wonder . . .

Did Noah exist with Shiloh’s world? Did Uncle Ąžuolas exist? What about Esther and Hazel? Having a world without them, it feels so wrong . . .

Before long, I’m fully asleep.

NEXT: [TBA]

#The Arcana #Khamgalai #The Hermit #Julian Devorak #julian x apprentice #Muriel #muriel x apprentice #OCs #OC x OC #vesuvianoak #magicianapprenticelyra #The Forthright: Iris #The Fighter: Shiloh #the scribe speaks #the scribe writes

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iridescentkippen · 5 years ago

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Love Online - An Ambi Oneshot

Hi @a-bittersweet-gal!

I got you for the multifandom gift exchange! Sorry this is a day late, my schooling has been making me busy these last few weeks and I didn’t get a chance to write this right away haha (I sat down and wrote this in an hour today- so hopefully its still good) I hope you enjoy it! ~Caroline Nora

"Welcome to Love Online! The service for all your matchmaking needs!" Amber looked at the slogan on her brother's website once more, sighing and rolling over on her bed. Her phone was bright in her hands, the only light in her dark room. It was the third day this week she had found herself stalking the page late at night, but it's not like she was going to do anything about it.

It had taken TJ months to get her to agree to sign up for Tinder a few months ago (not to mention all of the girls she’d met hadn't stuck around), there was no way she was going to put herself out there like this. She sat up, throwing her phone down. Peeling herself from her sweaty sheets, she pushed her hair out of her face and walked out of her bedroom. Walking down the hall to the bathroom, she could hear her brother still up in his room a few doors down.

She turned the sink on, splashing some cold water onto her face. Wiping her face on the hand towel, she walked out of the room and knocked on her brother's door.

"Come in!" TJ called out to her, and she slowly pushed the door open. He was sitting on FaceTime with his boyfriend Cyrus, both with big smiles on their faces. "What's up?"

"I can't sleep." He laughs, raising an eyebrow at her.

"That sounds like a personal problem. Cy and I were just talking about how we need to wife you up." Cyrus bursts into laughter, waving at Amber.

"Hey Ambs. And we were? I don't remember that," TJ shushes him and Amber sighs, leaving. There's only so long she can deal with them for. But TJ's right, she really has been single for too long. If she could just get the courage to ask Andi out, maybe it wouldn't be as big of a problem- but she's been stuck in the friend zone for years.

Walking back into her room, she flops back down on her bed and picks up her phone again. She looks at the website once more, the button to fill out the matchmaking form calling out to her. And there, at almost midnight on a Friday, Amber Kippen presses ‘Find Me A Match’.

. . .

Andi had filled out the form weeks ago. She had crossed her fingers that Cyrus and TJ would help her get another shot with Amber, but she quickly started to realize that wasn’t going to happen when the boys turned her down. It wasn’t that they were against Amber and Andi being together- in fact they were both very for it- but every time TJ had tried to set Amber up on a date, it hadn’t gone well.

Andi Mack had been in love with her best friend for nearly three years, but luckily Amber had no clue. She had dealt with Amber’s many failed dates, short relationships, and one night stands for what felt like forever. All of their friends knew and had tried setting them up several times, but nothing had ever worked- solely because Amber wasn’t into Andi. Every time Andi had a date she was always so excited for her, doing her makeup and her hair and telling her it was going to go amazing. Every time Andi would come back from the date saying it went horrible, Amber would look genuinely upset.

But Andi hadn’t given up on her feelings. She would take them to her grave if she had to, would watch Amber get married to another petite Asian girl and would be Amber’s maid of honor. Would sulk in her sadness as they had lots of perfect children and be happy and- Andi was spiraling.

When her phone ringing at midnight woke her up, she groggily answered at Amber’s caller ID. “Hey, babes, what’s up?”

“Bambi, I’ve made a big mistake,” Andi sat straight up, suddenly wide awake. Her best friend sounded worried- and she always has time for Amber’s late night worries.

“Well, what’d you do?” She giggles, pushing her hair out of her eyes and turning on her light next to her bed. “I’m sure you didn’t royally fuck up that badly.”

Amber groans. “But I did. I may or may not have signed up for TJ and Cy’s matchmaking thing,” Andi bursts into laughter, holding her stomach. “Stop, it’s not that funny!”

“You did what? Amber Kippen? Signing up for a dating website voluntarily? I never thought I’d see the day! Who are you into?” Amber goes silent and Andi knows she’s said the wrong thing. “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me.”

“It’s just- you know her really well.” Amber mumbles. Andi thinks through their friends, trying to think who Amber could possibly be into.

“Oh my gosh, Iris? Or- no no no, Libby! You’re into Libby aren’t you! You both dated Jonah, it would make sense!”

“Oh, uh, yeah! I’m into Libby.” Amber stutters back. Andi’s happy for Amber, she really is. She understands, she was into Libby at one point too.

“That’s awesome! I signed up for Love Online too! Maybe we’ll both get significant others at the same time! We could go on double dates!”

“Yeah, awesome. I’m actually really tired, Andi. I’ll talk to you in the morning,” Before Andi can answer, Amber has already hung up. What’d she done wrong?

. . .

How could Andi think she was into Libby? Yeah, Libby’s sweet and all, but she wasn’t her type at all. Granted, her type is a cute girl with short dark hair named Andi, but that was beside the point. Amber looks over as her phone lights up, expecting it to be some sort of half-assed apology text from Andi for something she doesn’t know she did. She scrambles to grab her phone as it’s a new group chat with Cyrus and TJ called Match #237: Operation Ambi. There’s a singular text in it from TJ with the words “About time you finally fessed up to being into Andi” and Amber laughs to herself.

She sends a quick text back, saying, “shut up. it’s not like you two got together super fast either” before rolling over in bed. She receives a quick “touche” back from Cyrus before sending them another message.

“so how do you guys do all this? it’s not like she exactly likes me,,,” She receives a long text back about how Cyrus and TJ will set up friendly hangouts with the two of them as a friend group before finally setting them up on a date a few weeks later, and even though that doesn’t sound so bad, it doesn’t explain her question of how. “she still needs to like me for it to work though”

“Oh she’ll fall for you, just you wait and see” TJ responds, and at that Amber rolls her eyes and goes to sleep.

. . .

Andi has started to think that maybe TJ and Cyrus decided to go through with her request of setting her and Amber without telling her. They keep on asking if the four of them can hang out- which she has no problem with- but it’s just a little bit odd. She decides to confront Cyrus about it a few weeks after it starts because they wouldn’t just do it without telling her, right? She walks up next to him in the hall, asking, “Are you trying to set me and Amber up?”

He stops dead in his tracks, turning towards her. “What do you mean?”

“You know, how I asked you and TJ to set us up about two months ago and now you’re doing something about it? I know how your service works, I was there the entire time you set up Buffy and Marty. And how come you’re focusing on my request if Amber asked you guys to set up her and Libby?” Cyrus laughs, looking confused.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Amber asked us to set up her and Libby? Since when?”

“That’s what she told me! We were talking and we said we both filled out the form. She said she asked about Libby.” Cyrus frowns.

“We aren’t setting Amber up with Libby. But we’re not focusing on your request either. Figure it out.” He then walked away, leaving her alone and confused in the middle of the hallway.

. . .

It was the big night. Amber and Andi were supposed to meet the boys at some nice restaurant, but they just weren’t going to show up. Amber was going to ask Andi out tonight. She looked at herself in her mirror, smoothing down her dress. She’d picked it out specifically because she thought Andi would like it, but she was honestly terrified. She walked into TJ’s room where he and Cyrus were hanging out, but they both went silent when they saw her. “Wow, Ambs, you look gorgeous,”

She blushed, looking down at her feet. “Thanks, Cy. Hopefully Andi won’t be able to tell how scared I am.”

“Go get your girl, sis,” TJ smiled. “Now get out, we were in the middle of something.” All three of them laughed as Amber walked out, ready for the biggest rejection of her life.

God, she hoped this would go well.

. . .

Andi was sitting at the table alone when she heard Amber’s voice. “Is this seat taken?” She looked up to see her best friend standing alone and she shook her head.

“No, I’m not sure when TJ and Cyrus are gonna show up though,” Amber giggled, avoiding eye contact with her.

“They’re, uh, not. It’s just us tonight,” Andi frowned. “I hope that’s not a problem,” Amber quickly added.

“No, not at all, I’m just confused. What’s going on here Amber?”

“Well, it looks like me and you are going to have a nice dinner where I insist I buy your meal and then you ask ‘Is this a date?’ and I say ‘I don’t know do you want it to be?’ and then we have a really good time and I drive you home and then when I’m dropping you off at your door I ask you to be my girlfriend and…” Amber trails off, realizing what she’s just said. “Shit, I really just spilled my entire plan, didn’t I?”

Both girls burst into laughter. “So when you said that the girl you wanted to ask out was someone I knew well it wasn’t because it was a friend of mine, it was because it was me?” Amber nods.

“Are you disappointed?”

“Oh god no! Amber I- I’ve been into you since our freshman year.” Amber goes silent as tears slowly fill her eyes. “Oh my god, did I say something wrong?”

“No, I just wish you’d said something sooner. Four years?” Andi nods. “God, Bambi, how did you survive me going on dates all that time? Why did you keep on going on dates?”

“Because I didn’t think I had a chance,” Amber reaches across the table, taking Andi’s hand in hers.

“You definitely do.”

#andi mack #amber kippen #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #one shot #my writing #andi mack fanfic #love online fic #my fics #my fic

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tyrus-time · 6 years ago

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Alright to add onto the post I sleepily made last night about a Tyrus/Ciris carnival para||el:

One of the most interesting parts (to me) of that original “double hang” is how Cyrus attempts to perform heterosexuality and hegemonic masculinity by trying to mimic how Jonah behaves.

Jonah successfully wins a prize from the ring toss and gives a thing to Amber -- this is a very classic (hetero) social script for attending a carnival with a date.

Cyrus attempts to do the same thing, but he can’t manage to land a single ring. Five episodes into the series, and it’s already been firmly established that Cyrus is clumsy and unathletic. This is an extension of that, and it shows how Cyrus’ failure at hegemonic masculinity results in his inability to ‘properly’ follow a heterosexual social script. However, Iris doesn’t really seem disappointed (bless her sweet heart). She instead completes the ring toss and wins a prize -- a stuffed dinosaur -- that she hands to Cyrus, thereby reversing the gender roles of this social script.

There are various meanings/messages that a viewer could draw from this. We don’t know what Terri/the writers exactly intended with this scene. But, since Iris was the catalyst for Cyrus realizing his sexuality, I think it’s reasonable to interpret that Cyrus’ variance from hetero gender roles is emphasized here to show how “different” he is, thus laying the groundwork for his gay identity storyline. Of course, inability to ‘correctly’ perform gender does not necessarily mean someone is LGBTQ. However, sexuality and gender performativity have been directly associated with one another for a long time, and this notion continues to influence society.

ANYWAY, back to Tyrus.... I don’t know if TJ will actually be in the next episode or what, and as always, I’m trying to keep my expectations very low so I can be thrilled when I’m proven wrong.

However, IF Cyrus and TJ were to spend time at the carnival together, I think it would be fantastic to show them doing something like the ring toss... only this time, Cyrus and TJ win it together. Their whole relationship has been built on helping each other with new things and viewing each other as equals (despite their different skill sets). I think it would be really sweet to show TJ teaching Cyrus how to throw the rings, just like TJ has taught him how to somersault, motorbike, etc, and they play the game together.

But, pfffft, that would never happen, Disney won’t give us the gay, we’ll just have to write some fanfic, it’s not like we’re gonna see any tyrus para||els like that on screen, haha, right guys?

#tyrus #andi mack #cyrus goodman #ash tag #andi mack analysis #ash rewatches andi mack

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borusawa · 6 years ago

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Hell

A/N: Hey guys, this is a special story. First because it’s a sequel that nobody asked for of heaven. Second because that’s my first angst one shot. The last reason is they’re married in this story and around 26 years old. I enjoyed it though haha. Married BoruSara is life. I dedicate this story to @karinrumi for being such a nice person. Send her a lot of requests, make her work.

Pairings: BoruSara

Beta reader: @abbypdg

Warnings: rated M

Word count: 1,976

No. Sarada could not believe she was having the same talk for what it seemed like the 327th time. Boruto took a deep breath for the 45th time, only that night. They both were in the edge of despair. However, none of them was ready to give up just in that moment, each one in a side of the living room, but both standing far apart.

“We’ve been married for years I cannot believe you’re still complaining over this.” Boruto sat on the couch resting his elbow on his legs, his fingers interlaced with his blond locks.

Sarada huffed. “And I cannot believe you’re still doing the same stupid mistake.”

“Do you really think I’m doing it on purpose?” He raised his gaze to meet hers. “I don’t like to see you that way.” Boruto couldn’t stand one more minute of fighting. They’d been arguing for over a couple hours, even the initial rage and shouting were far gone. By that moment, they were only two people trying to make shit work and failing.

He got up, she shivered. He gave one step towards her, she broke eye contact and looked to the side. He stayed still. Sarada gave all the signs indicating that he should back off, and he knew better than ignoring those.

Boruto took a deep breath for the 46th time.

“Please don’t start this now.” Sarada hissed closing her eyes and placing two fingers on her temples.

“This what?” He started to feel agitated again, for her body language was saying the opposite of what he would like to read that night. Or any night to be fair. He just couldn’t accept that after he just came back from a two-month mission, they would spend their first night together fighting.

She turned to face him, dropping her shoulders and fierce look in onyx iris. “Trying to kiss me to make things fine. I really think we should try to get in a conclusion this time.”

“Fine. I’ll do whatever you want me to.” And again, he sat on the couch with another loud sigh.

“Breathing loud is not helping, you know?” She didn’t even look at him while saying that.

He got up, blue eyes on her once more. “Okay. I can’t touch you, I can’t breathe. What do you want from me then?” Boruto shouted, he couldn’t control the rage bubbling inside of him anymore. Sarada’s eyes widened, she’d never heard him raising his voice to her that way before. He started to agitatedly pace across the room in circles, being observed steadily by the surprised eyes of his wife. He stopped. She gave a small step back. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe this is all that I can be, and I cannot be the perfect guy you expected.” His voice was calmer, but his words were what worried Sarada the most. His gaze fixed on the floor. “But what if it’s you the one projecting too many things into me, things that I cannot be? You want me to be someone I’m not. That’s not fair.” Realization hit her.

For the first time she was wrong. And she knew that.

After a long silence Sarada sighed. "You know, maybe it's possible to love someone and let go."

"What are you implying by that?" Confusion spread on his face.

"Otherwise we will be going through this over and over again."

"What? I don't..."

Sarada cut him off. "I'll be fine." Boruto sighed as soon as those words came out of her mouth and she started to gather things around in the living room. "I'll be in my office when you need me."

“It’s midnight.” He got closer but that time she didn’t show any reaction.

“I always have work to do.”

She closed the door, he started to think. When the door was closed, she started to cry.

Sometimes love is not enough to keep two people together. He denied it. She was starting to accept.

The moon was full and glowing in the clear night sky. The streets of the village Sarada swore to protect were now scaring her more than any other thing. Not that she was scared that something might happen to her – she was the Hokage after all – but she couldn’t avoid the strange feeling of being fragile. The cold dark streets kept her from seeing the stars shining galaxies away and even if she looked up, the tears would blurry the view. Her glasses were off at that point, but she could see the Hokage tower getting closer. She wasn’t going to work, of course she couldn’t, Sarada just needed some time alone. The building was quiet. She tried to greet the guards properly but her voice didn’t come out. They looked worried but made no questions. Who would? Everyone in the village knew her private life, therefore her husband’s absence did not go unnoticed by the gossip. They know nothing, they don’t understand but it’s okay. I won’t explain, I don’t need to, she told herself walking up the stairs. She had a great sense that everything they would go through would be worth it if it was for the village. However, she could not avoid the hurt.

Meanwhile, Boruto stayed sitting on the couch at the same position for so long that his body was already feeling numb. He couldn’t move. He could feel the pain in his heart, the wetness on his cheeks and the ache growing in the back of his head though he lost the ability of moving. His mind, on the other hand, was racing. He was incapable to keep track of his own thoughts. They were messy, sad and he felt like he was drowning. Nevertheless, he was sure of one thing: he would not let go, she knew nothing. He would never let go. With that in mind he rushed to the door.

The night sky was still clear and the glowing moon was still on its highest point. When he got to her office, he had a bag on his hands and she was facing the night sky with swollen eyes and giving her back to the door; the only light in the room was provided by the moon and the little stars so visible through the glass of her window. No need for greetings – his presence was noticed ages ago. She didn’t avoid the encounter and that was a good sign. Boruto got closer to her table still facing the back of the chair.

“I brought black tea and dangos for us. Well, for you.” She didn’t give a reaction so he just kept talking while placed the things over the table and poured the tea in two mugs. “I guess the store two blocks away from our house is not 24h anymore.” He heard a giggle so he waited. The silence of the building made the waiting feel longer.

“And what made you guess that?” She whispered.

He smiled just by hearing her soft voice. “I was there and it was closed. It’s only 2am.”

“I like your logic, it’s infallible. Except that today is holiday.”

“Is it?” He got on her side, leaning over the table and handing one mug to her. She took it with no questions and her small smile made him flutter. “Which one of them?” She giggled more. “What?” He smiled.

“I should know it, I guess. But I don’t.” She took a sip of the tea, staring at the sky like it was the last time she would see it. He could only look at her.

“I can’t avoid but notice how beautiful you are under the moonlight like this.” She immediately looked at him and he spotted a small blush burning on her face. “It’s nice to know I still have this effect on you.” Her blush increased and she returned her sight to the sky in order to hide her blush.

That moment was strangely familiar for both of them; the beautiful night sky and a room only enlighten by the moon, the silence trying to hide the anxiety behind every small motion. The feeling that this time something was different.

“I’m sorry for tonight. You must be tired from your mission and I guess I was too stressed from work that I just…”

“We’re fine now, aren’t we? That’s all that matters to me. We just needed to cool down.” Boruto cut her off, getting even closer to her and taking her hands in his, interlacing their fingers. This act made a sweet smile born in Sarada’s face and she looked into his eyes. Those eyes… She promised to love them till the last day of her life.

“It’s been so long since the last time we were together, we shouldn’t have fought.” She got up and hugged him, resting her head on his chest where she could hear his heartbeat and feel the heat emanating from his body; his arms quickly found their way around her.

“Fighting is nice for one reason.”

She departed a little only to see his face. “What would that reason be?” In the deep of her heart, she knew what he was talking about.

He leaned closer and kissed her softly. “You know.”

“Again with this story?” She giggled before closing the distance between their lips. The kiss became heated in no time, making Boruto sit on the desk and Sarada sitting on his lap, spreading her legs. He never answered the question, no words were needed. In no time his hands started to travel her body, bringing them closer.

Out of nowhere he broke the kiss. “I guess we should go home now.”

“For what?” She tilted her head, a playful smirk in her lips.

“To execute a funny idea I have.” Boruto couldn’t avoid the smile while she kissed his neck; he was trying to be the reasonable one among them. But he almost didn’t want to.

“Execute it here.” Sarada said with the sexiest voice he’d ever heard.

“I like the way you’re thinking.” He changed their position, pressing her back against the table. It was 2am, but the night was only starting for them.

It was always like that. They fought, noticed that their love was so much more important than any reason to fight, then they had make up sex and everything ended up okay. Eventually, that would happen all over again, but they would never break apart, that was a largely known fact. After all, the love was there. And love was enough for them, always will be.

…

“Are you hearing this?” One of the two shinobis standing in the Hokage tower’s lobby asked his friend, assigned for the same mission and standing beside him.

With a really troubled face, the second shinobi answered. “Well, if a person is not deaf and is in a 20 meter radius from this building… I guess they can hear it.”

“Do you think she is okay?”

“I’m pretty sure he is not killing her, or else why would she be screaming “Don’t stop”?”

The first shinobi sighed. “I’m so glad I’m not their neighbor.”

“This didn’t keep any of us to hear it either way.” He chuckled a little but became worried again in no time. “Do you think they’ll stop soon?”

The other one frowned before answering. “I thought they would stop the first time they made silence. And all the three times after that.”

They stood in silence for a while, loud moans and screams filling the night air.

“So how is your family?” The second shinobi tried to bring a subject to distract them from the sounds.

“The kids are fine and my…” A specific loud scream took both of them out of track, scared expressions taking control. “Okay, we can’t ignore it.”

“At least we tried.” Both of them nodded with wide eyes.

#boruto #borusara #borutoxsarada #borusarafics #borusara oneshot #naruto next generation #i love the last scene just because in my headcanon sarada is really loud #sarada #sarada uchiha #boruto uzumaki #fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot

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jflashandclash · 6 years ago

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Traitors of Olympus IV: Fall of the Sun

Thirty-seven: Ajax

I am No Longer A Baby Panda

Later, Pax would say he admired his mother’s stylish entrance.

At the time, he was just horrified. And maybe a little annoyed. He’d been proud of himself for getting back Frank’s stick and not having to sleep with his sister (something, he realized, really ought to cue him in that he had hit an all-time-low) and now the Goddess of Night had to steal the limelight—haha, steal the light—and tackle Apollo out of the sky.

Everything happened at once.

As the sun fell, ghostly silhouettes groaned out of the blackness. The lingering ghosts spilled from the forests, out of the shadows they’d been watching, and cackled with gleeful war cries.

Rotting corpses staggered towards Camp Half-Blood, an army at least four times larger than the one the Romans had been holding back earlier. Melinoe, her half-mummified, half-fireplace fabulous carcass, led the charge.

The piercing notes of a pipe echoed through the fields and a huntress, a Greek, and a Roman[1] standing guard at the border collapsed.

A suction of warm air eased away from the camp, and Pax knew the Mist shield—if it had been recovering—was completely down again.

The ground rumbled. Pax hoped, but doubted, that it was Nico or Axel to the rescue with a secret, giant mole army.

Instead, a massive black serpent exploded from—if Pax had to guess—that hole in the ground that Jack had voice-activated outside Hera’s cabin. You know, the major weakness of their defenses in the center of the camp that really ought to have a Welcome, Python, sign, We Forgot You RSVPed.

By now, the screams were omnipresent.

When Python collapsed onto the Apollo cabin, Pax liked to think there were as many screams afterwards as before Python decided to use the once-golden structure as a back scratcher.

Romans spilled out of the barracks. Greeks scrambled out of their cabins, er, the cabins that were left.

“Turn on the field lights!” Frank shouted from somewhere by the barracks.

The Canadian’s orders came to light and brought the ghastly attackers to high definition. The thump of the field lights echoed around the strawberry field. Pax had to wonder if substitute sunlight could weaken ghosts, and, if so, whether the Romans should seriously consider adding horticultural LED grow-lamps to their infantry.

Michael Kahale and Butch were with half-a-dozen demigods towards their edge of the strawberry field, apparently having been planning defenses for this evening. Well, surprise!

In a breath’s pause, Butch looked towards Python and Kahale blinked at the advancing ghoul army. The debate on whether to help with Python or guard the border lasted all of Michael Kahale ordering the troops to stand strong on the strawberry field. “To arms! Defend our barrier!”

What a mighty battle cry Michael missed out on; Pax would have said, Defend our berries!

Pax felt like he was watching an old family movie as his mother tossed her Molotov cocktail up and down. The flame flickered, making the malicious zeal in her eyes glitter. She wore black tactical pants, a torn up red and black shirt with a circled and slashed A, a black bandana to conceal half her face, and—

When she launched her Molotov cocktail, everything became too real.

Pax wanted to say, Nice throw, since he’d forgotten his mother was a goddess and lobbing a bottle of alcohol was as easy as tossing rice at a wedding, though that probably was what she tossed at weddings. The bottle went clean over half the strawberry field, far beyond where Percy was cursing Eris at his throne of Saturnalia.

The glass shattered.

Michael Kahale went up in flames.

There were more screams.

He dropped to the ground, rolling, tearing at his armor.

Two other soldiers dropped beside him. One went to rip Michael’s armor off, the other frantically shoved dirt onto him.

Watching the fire and screaming centurion, Pax clutched Frank’s stick to his chest. He felt like the stupid thing could burst into flames by sheer peer pressure.

A laugh with the same giggling mania as the Joker’s filled the battlefield along with the flick of a match.

Eris jumped up and down in excitement as she tossed another bottle from hand to hand. “Terror Muffin! Come paint with me! I’ll bet I can make my masterpiece more vibrant than yours!”

Pax, stupidly, went to shout a warning, like Michael Kahale and the others might be confused or capable of defending themselves from the whole “flaming bombs” thing.

As he opened his mouth, something much louder made an inhuman wail about ten feet behind him.

There was a crunch of metal and bone.

At the same time, the Silver-Tongued helm attached to his waist shrieked.

One of our brethren is in danger!

Really, Pax wanted to ask the helm why it didn’t open up more often. He was offended by the lack of weekly coffee chats—Axel’s helm talked to Axel all the time--but now wasn’t the time.

The shriek left him confused, with a lovely punched-by-a-minotaur-in-the-stomach sense of dread.

One horrifying thing at a time.

When he looked up to see the Molotov cocktail’s destruction, a blinding flash of light arched over the demigods.

The bottle hit something, exploded along the arch, and burned out, leaving the split second image of a brilliant, mini rainbow.

As the beams of colors faded, Pax could see Butch, the giant child of Iris, scowling hatefully in their direction. His arms were raised, one with a mister bottle, the other with a flashlight.

Rainbows were some powerful shit.

Pax wanted to slowly back up, put his hands in his pockets, and walk away whistling.

But he had to stop his mother from withdrawing a grenade from her utility belt.

He needed to chastise her: utility belts were definitely something that shouldn’t be used by evil. Only comic book heroes.

“Mom! Stop!” Pax cried. The shock faded enough for Pax to sprint towards her.

Her grenade didn’t even have a pin in it. From what he could see, it was held together by a hair band.

As she slipped the hair band back onto her wrist and cranked her arm for the throw, Pax slapped her hand.

The grenade tumbled out of her grip. While in mid-air, he kicked it as hard as he could towards Farm Road.

In the last few moments, he tackled his mother away—

An explosion popped his ears. Dirt sprayed his back.

Before the dust had settled, his mother was already squirming to shove him off. Pax wished he could hug the homicidal out of her and have them all go on a nice, non-violent family picnic after this, whatever was left of his family. Merry wouldn’t hurt Hiro, but he’d watched Jason kill someone Pax loved before. He hoped Lapis and Axel were okay.

“My Little Terror Muffin, what’s the matter?” she cooed, digging her talon-like nails into his recently-fractured shoulder. “The Greeks and Romans massacred all your friends and hunted you into hiding. This is the perfect opportunity for you to have a little fun. Don’t you want to honor your friends and let Momma have a nice Bring Your Son to Work Day?”

�� Pax whined in pain. He fumbled to withdraw a dart from his belt with his hand with functional tendons. He feared he didn’t have the dexterity with the other. Pax didn’t know if his darts would knock out a goddess, or if he had any Morpheus dust left to do the trick.

His belt wasn’t there.

Axel had shredded it and Pax left the remains in the Hermes cabin. All he had was Frank’s stick and the Silver-Tongued Snake helm on a rope around his waist, because he feared the Hermes little ones would play with it.

Pax wanted to cheerily brush his mother’s comment off. Instead, his mouth worked on its own. “Stop pretending all the messed up stuff you and Dad do is for me!” he snarled.

Pax meeped when his mother lifted him up like he was a small child. When she stood, they were several feet higher off the ground than they should have been. She was feeding off the chaos around them, growing. He trembled to think she’d be more powerful with each second of this battle.

But, Pax realized, he was her son. It ran in the family.

Although he felt small and baby-panda-like, Pax could discern the delirious sensation coursing through his limbs, like it had during the pandemonium when the Heroes of Olympus collided with the Traitors from Mount Othrys.

The feeling normally made him nauseous. Normally, he wished desperately he could get a high off a party, like Merry, or off two people in love, like Calex, or a song, like Kally.

This time, Pax didn’t try to stop the tugging in his stomach. An uncomfortable acceptance settled over him, putting him at ease with the surrounding screams and mayhem: Greeks and Romans were going to die during this battle, he and his brother were never going to be the same after what Ares and Aphrodite did to them, his family was in tatters and needed major therapy, everyone in this camp would die if he, Kally, Alabaster, and a handful of fighters didn’t level up, and if he kept pretending his family was a pack of misunderstood puppies.

Axel or Jack or someone else always came to the rescue. If Pax could let go, maybe if he stopped acting like a baby panda, he could protect other baby pandas still in Camp Half-Blood.

“Terror Muffin, I only want you to experience life and glee as fully as I do,” Eris cooed. She was about to toss him, he could feel her winding up. But Pax was the Silver-Tongued Snake, the former spymaster from Kronos’ army, and known for weaseling his way out of everything. “What is that silly saying they have? Be the change you want to see in the world? I’m setting a good example for someone I love.”

She nuzzled the top of his head with her chin. Her body tensed for the throw.

In a motion Hunnie, Baller, and Nietz would have been proud of, he latched onto his mother, digging his functional fingers into the skin above her kidney and chomping down hard with his teeth.

Eris lost her grip on Pax.

He thrashed and squirmed his way out, springing off her to land on his feet.

Pax stood a foot taller than the highest field light, his breath was ragged, and a hysterical laugh spilled from his lips. “I am not a baby panda!” he cried triumphantly.

Eris touched her back, her fingers returning with golden ichor smearing them. “Terror Muffin?” she asked, her serial killer grin one of amusement.

“Sorry. Internal monologue. It’s a main character thing,” he said. “Now, for the reprise. You and Dad always say you do this stuff because you love me.” Pax doned the Silver-Tongued Snake helm, feeling the warm enhancement of strength slither through him. He cracked his neck and withdrew Frank’s stick like it was one of his daggers. “If this is love, I don’t want to be loved!”

Pax really hoped this battle would be over soon, else he wasted a kick-ass line.

Eris’ wide, excited gaze turned adoring. “Your tricks won’t work on me, Terror Muffin. There’s no one you can turn into that would make me stop. You can’t puppet me the way you did the little Valdez. We have the same powers. You’re my son.”

“I’m not just your son. And I’m not letting you, or anyone else from our family hurt these baby pandas,” Pax said. He wished he would have pickpocketed her lighter off her, but he hadn’t felt one when he weaseled away. Instead, he focused on Frank’s stick, hoping it was as easily influenced as he thought. He also hoped this thing had a “slow burn” option or an alarm that would flash with, Destruction of Canadian: Imminent.

The tip burst into flames.

Pax bit his tongue, whining at the blood dribbling out—how did Axel do this every time without complaining?--and said the incantation he’d only ever successfully recited during the battle for Mount Othrys, something he’d heard Frasco do before he died. “Xma’su’tal Xib, Liik’il Ch’iich’!”[2]

Pax spit his blood into the flames. The red glow flared a brilliant turquoise. Pain flared as he felt his limbs elongate and his bones alter. What he was excited to say, and had rehearsed a few times in his head, was, “I’ll show you why you don’t mess with a Mayan warrior-prince!” but what came out was more of a, “Aye! Aye! OW! How does Axel do this all the time?!”

Sorry for some of the bravado, I’ll admit, I’ve been watching WAY too much anime recently.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed :D

Footnotes:

[1] As Mel pointed out, excellent start to a joke, “A huntress, a Greek, and a Roman were standing guard…”

[2] “Abandon the man, ascend the eagle/bird.”

#TOO #HOO #PJO #fanfiction #Pax #Eris #Have you ever wanted to see someone from the first Cohort on fire?#You have?!?!#:D

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thebeautifulgame7 · 7 years ago

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Reputation: A Sergio Ramos Story

CO-WRITER: @jazzhandspotter

CHAPTER INDEX

CHAPTER TWO:

Sergio’s POV:

“Mirian, I’m telling you, I don’t know how I’ve never noticed her, but Lia has got this really hot best friend, apparently she comes to games all the time.” I told my sister as we sat down at dinner, just the two of us tonight in downtown Madrid. If I’m being honest with myself, I needed a woman’s thoughts that weren’t Lia’s, she was too invested already. Lia also forgot to mention Iris having a boyfriend too.

“You, miss out on a hot girl? Unheard of.” My sister joked as she took a sip of her drink.

“That’s what I’m saying.” I responded enthusiastically. “And here’s the best part, she understands football too.” I said, taking a bite of the chicken dish I had ordered.

Mirian raised her eyebrows, “a girl understanding how your sport works, she is the total package.” She sarcastically replied to my comment, making me roll my eyes.

“You know what I mean, like she’s not just there hoping to get a glimpse of Ronaldo without his shirt.” I explained. “She didn’t even care that I had my shirt off when we met, she was too busy telling me how terrible my play was.” I added, seeing my sister stifle a laugh as she finished her bite of food.

Mirian smiled and wiped her mouth, “Well a woman of good intellect then, because that game was not your best.” My sister shrugged.

“Ouch thanks, I know that, but I wasn’t expecting her to tell me the first time we met.” I answered, looking up at my sister before stabbing my chicken with my fork.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy a little feistiness in a conversation with a woman, lord knows you don’t get that at a club when you’re picking up girls.” Mirian teased and I frowned slightly.

“You should know better than anyone else that I do not sleep with as many women as everyone thinks, the media just likes to make me out that way because it sells magazines and newspapers.” I responded, pointing my fork at her as I spoke, as if it furthered my point.

“All I’m saying is that the women you do tend to hook up with aren’t high on the IQ charts bud.” Mirian answered, nonchalantly.

“That may very well be true, but they make up for it other aspects, and let’s be honest, I’m not looking for a good conversation when I’m taking a girl home for the night.” I smirked as my sister rolled her eyes at the comment.

“So this Iris girl, what’s got you so entranced? I hardly hear you go on about a girl anymore. Can’t remember the last time come to think of it.” Mirian asked, and I paused for a moment to think.

“She didn’t want to go home with me. She actually shut me down.” Mirian went to speak but I put my hand out, “wait before you say anything, I know how bad that sounds, but it stuck with me.” I hastily added and Mirian motioned for me to continue. “I thought I had her and she was just playing hard to get, but all her flirting was just fake, and her boyfriend came to pick her up at the end of the night.” I finished explaining and looked to my sister to see what she had to say.

“Wait she had a boyfriend the whole time?” Mirian asked and I nodded, albeit a little frustratedly. “Oh my god, Sergio, she played you at your own game, that’s priceless. How did she shut you down exactly?” Mirian smirked and leaned in, suddenly very engaged in my story from the previous week.

“Iker and Lia got in their car and headed home, but she didn’t go with them, so naturally I assumed she was waiting for me to invite her back to mine for the night. I held the door to my Porsche open, asked if she was coming with me, and just as I was explaining to her how unforgetable the night would be for her, her stupid boyfriend shows up.” I explained the situation, still frustrated by it all even a week later.

“Sergio, that is the best girl story I have heard from you in a long time.” Mirian started and I rolled my eyes. “I mean, she just totally had you thinking that she was right where you wanted her, only for the night to end with her getting in a car, that wasn’t yours, and driving off with her boyfriend, leaving you to go home alone.” She added and laughed a little.

“Yeah yeah don’t remind me.” I waved her off, a little annoyed at how much joy she was getting out of this situation.

“You know, they probably had sex too when they got home.” Mirian teased and smirked, much to my dismay.

“Gross don’t say that.” I scrunched up my face and looked down at my food, avoiding her teasing looks.

“Sergio this is so rare, for you not to get the girl, and I’ve never seen you so unsettled by it.” My sister said, continuing to push my buttons.

“Yeah, I know, and it’s so annoying, what makes her so special?” I answered, glancing back up at my sister, someone familiar behind her catching my eye.

“Well maybe she-” Mirian started but I shushed her quickly.

“Mirian, shh shh, hold on.” I said distractedly as I recognized the woman at the front of the restaurant, now walking towards us to be seated. “She’s here.” I spoke quietly.

Mirian immediately turned around to see who I was looking at, knowing already who the ‘she’ I was referring to was. I blushed almost instantly.

“Mirian are you kidding me? Could you it make any more obvious, fuck.” I said in a hushed, but frustrated tone, all the while my sister had turned back to me, laughing quietly at my reaction. Thankfully, Iris and her boyfriend, whatever his name was, didn’t seem to notice.

“Oh my god you’re blushing, you like her! You’ve got a crush on Iris.” Mirian teased me getting a little too loud for my comfort.

“Would you just shut up Miri, please?” I said through gritted teeth, trying to hide behind my menu from a few onlookers.

You should say hi, maybe ask her to come home with you after she’s finished having dinner with her boyfriend, I bet he’d love that.” She teased and I gave her a death glare.

Iris and her boyfriend slowly got closer when I stuck my hand up and waved, smiling as I did so. Iris did not look very happy to see me, her boyfriend looking even more upset. “Iris, hey!” I cheerfully spoke as they got close.

“Sergio… hi.” She answered forcing a smile that soon disappeared when she noticed I was sat with a girl. Mirian locked eyes with her and gave her a small smile that Iris did not reciprocate.

I stood up quickly, suddenly nervous, “Sorry where are my manners? Iris, this is my sister, Mirian. Mirian, this is Lia’s best friend, Iris.” I smiled and gestured to Miri.

“Oh... you’re sister. No hot date tonight then?” Iris smirked slightly and raised an eyebrow.

I blushed like an idiot and looked down at my shoes briefly before catching Iris’s eyes, “Haha, n-no, not tonight, just Miri and I catching up.” I smiled nervously, knowing my face was probably turning bright pink by now. I looked over at her boyfriend who did not look pleased at this interaction. My smile faded, “And… you are?” I asked, looking at him as he glared at me. I noticed him wrap a protective arm around Iris’s waist rather rapidly forcing her into his side a little roughly, as if he was guarding his territory.

“Joey.” He gruffly put it, shoving his free hand out to shake mine. He gripped my hand hard, and I did the same to him.

“This is Joey.” I looked at Mirian who was watching the exchange. She bit back a laugh as she watched my jaw clench.

“I’m her boyfriend.” Joey added, a man of many words.

Joey and I held eye contact for a period of time that must’ve made the girls uncomfortable because Iris chimed in. “So nice seeing you again, Sergio, and meeting your beautiful sister, but Joey and I need to get to our table now.” She said, a few nerves present in her voice. “Don’t we babe?” She nudged Joey, who finally broke our eye contact at that point.

“Right.” He spoke, knocking into my shoulder slightly as they left, unnoticed by Iris.

I sat back down in a huff and looked at Mirian, “Wow, you guys are going to be best friends. I can just tell.” She said in mock excitement.

“Was it that obvious?” I asked her, resting my head on my hand.

“Only a little bud.” She winked. “But you and that girl, Sergio I haven’t seen you blush like that since you were fifteen.” Mirian nudged me from across the table.

“Stop, it just caught me off guard okay? She’s pretty and you know I can be shy around new people.” I spoke, trying to deflect her comments.

“Yeah you were shy meeting new people when you were eight years old maybe, but you’re almost in your thirties, and meeting new people comes with your job.” She shot back, knowing she had caught me in my lie.

“Whatever, and I’m twenty-eight, I’ve got two more years.” I shrugged her off, hoping she wouldn’t push me on this whole ordeal,

“You can deflect all you want Gio, but you like her, a lot; and you don’t know what to do about that.” Mirian sat back, taking a sip of her water.

***

I couldn’t get my exchange with Iris and her boyfriend off my mind since we met at the restaurant. Something about her stuck with me, and seeing her with such, such a brute, was off-putting. Of the little I knew of her, she deserved better. I needed to see her again, apologize for how I acted. How was I supposed to know she was taken? There was one person I could call for a favor like this. I just hoped he would answer.

I sat on my couch, waiting for Iker to pick up the phone, “pick up man, please.” I said to myself, sipping my drink in the emptiness of my house.

“Hola?” Iker’s voice interrupted the silence after three rings.

“Iker, I need some help with something.” I started, biting my lip after I said it.

“Another girl won’t leave after a night with you?” He sighed tiredly, causing me to roll my eyes.

“No, this is different, why is everyone convinced that all is do right now is sleep with women.” I frustratedly answered, clenching my jaw.

“So what is it then?” Iker asked, as I shifted on my couch, spreading out more.

“So I ran into Iris a couple days ago while I was at dinner with Mirian…” I started, Iker humming in response, wondering where I was going with this. “She was with her boyfriend, Joey or whatever. Hey how long have they been together?” I asked, derailing my train of thought.

“Hmm almost a year I think, could be a little more than a year, why?” Iker responded, sounding a little suspicious.

“Just wondering, look there’s no way of dancing around this, I think I like her and, well, I want to apologize to her for how I acted.” I confessed over the phone.

I heard Iker sigh loudly, “uh, well she’s taken so the whole thing about you liking her, I can’t do much about. You wanting apologize, I can help with.” He said. I ignored the comment about her being taken, maybe I could change that.

“Really? How?” I must’ve sounded a little too eager because I could hear Iker laugh on the other end.

“Lia and I can bring her to the team dinner next week.” He said plainly.

“But it doesn’t mean she’ll want to talk to me, I was a jerk last time.” I responded, suddenly questioning myself.

“So make sure the seat next to you is open, Lia and I can be an annoying couple so she’ll have to come sit with you. No one likes third wheeling an obnoxious couple.” Iker replied, at ease with the whole situation.

“Yeah, yeah that’s good, this can work.” I smiled into the phone.

***

I was running around my room, and closet like an idiot, dripping water everywhere from my wet hair and chest. I had no idea what to wear to the dinner tonight. I wanted to something nice that would impress Iris without looking like I was trying to.

I needed a woman’s opinion on this so I FaceTimed Lia, she’d know better than anyone else what I should choose.

She picked up almost immediately. “Lia hey! I need your help, this is serious.” I spoke rapidly, as I flipped through my closet.

“Whoa okay, slow down a little. Why are you naked?” She laughed a little, causing me to look down at the screen.

“I just got out of the shower. What am I supposed to wear? I want Iris to think I’m cute but not trying.” I hastily spoke as I continued looking through my vast amounts of clothes. “What about the red leather jacket I have? Actually, no that’s too much. What about-”

“Sergio, Sergio… Sergio!” Lia yelled through the phone pulling my attention back to her.

“What?” I asked, albeit a little distractedly, looking down at the phone in my hand.

“Look at me, Sergio, you need to calm down.” Lia soothed me, forcing me to take a deep breath and pause. “Just throw on some nice dark skinny jeans, your white Nike Air Force 1’s, a nice white t-shirt, like the Gucci one you just bought with the logo, and maybe a black biker jacket or bomber jacket.” She added, instructing me with a steadiness in her voice. Lia always had a way of handling my panickiness with grace. “You’re going to be fine, she’s just a girl.”

“Thank you, you’re the best.” I smiled at Lia on the phone.

“I know, now I have to go make sure my man looks the part, don’t forget to comb your hair and tidy up your scruff nene.” She winked before we said our goodbyes.

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Genyatta - KARAOKE MAYHEM 2.0 (Genyatta Week 2018 - Day 1)

Well! Here we are! Let’s hope I’m doing this right haha! Super long and really badly written, sorry. But my arm was literally falling off near the end so I needed to finish it fast! Enjoy!

WARNING: VERY fluffy. Like. Holy fuck. Obviously gay shit. OOC mostly because I'm still new to the franchise haha. Also headcanons. Loooads of them. Mostly for Zenyatta tho.

Other things to note: Most characters not seen in this fic are either working for the Talon or haven't joined Overwatch yet, or in some cases are just away atm. Mostly because I can't be fucked to add them ALL in the fic, there is like, gazillion of them, Jesus. I'm already pulling my hair with the amount I have uuuugh Iris embrace me...

Oh! Here’s also a Youtube-playlist to all the songs used in this fic! Listen to it for effect!

OVERWATCH - KARAOKE MAYHEM 2.0

"Seriously?" Genji asked, lowering the paper Hana had just handed him. "Yup!" Tracer chirped, jumping a bit. "I thought it would be fun to do something for the coming New Year and what better way than to revive the good old Karaoke Mayhem!" Genji let out a groan and threw his head back over-dramatically. Zenyatta, gently floating next to him, chuckled warmly as he took the paper handed to him. It was an invitation to the party Tracer had named Karaoke Mayhem back in the good old days of Overwatch. It had been when Genji was in Blackwatch, still young and hateful towards life, vengeful against his brother, lost and lonely. Back then he had stayed in the party just for the free drinks and snack, but as McCree had started singing Cotton Eye Joe he had locked himself in his room to brood. And McCree had been the THIRD to sing. But now things were different. Genji had found piece, he was full of life, and his relationship with his brother was getting better by the day now that Hanzo too worked to Overwatch. He mostly showed negative emotions for humoristic effect. But part of him still begged him to only go for the free food and NOT to sing anything. "It's a completely free-for-all experience!" Lúcio said. "I know there are some who will refuse to sing at all, but the invitation is always open and we have the whole night to use! So if you change your mind about wanting to participate of the stage, just hit me up and I'll find the songs ya need!" "The earlier you make your choice, the better, but no pressure!" Hana giggled. The tree said hasty byes to the two omnics as they still needed to give the invitations to many other members and to plaster the posters reminding everyone of the party in every free space on the walls. "Last time I wasn't able to enjoy any of it, mostly due my own discomfort with myself..." Genji said as he looked at the invitation, printed on bright pink paper, probably designed by D.Va. "What was the other reason then?" Zenyatta asked, folding his own invitation neatly and putting it in his pocket. "McCree's singing." Genji said with a smirk that was hidden by his mask, but Zenyatta laughed warmly which made Genji's heart flutter. "Well hopefully you'll stay long enough for my performance!" the monk said calmly, with a hint of excitement in his voice. "Whoa! You're going to sing, master?" Genji asked, positively surprised. He had known Zenyatta would participate, mostly to spent time with the team, but to actually go on the stage and sing? That made Genji's mind go all wild. He had never heard Zenyatta sing, and they had been spending a LOT of time together since they first met, and more now that they were with Overwatch. They trained together, their rooms were next to each other, they meditated every day for hours, Zenyatta would join the team in the cafeteria despite not needing to eat himself... yet not once had Genji heard his master more than hum occasionally when tending his plants or when cleaning. The thought of Zenyatta's warm and calm voice bursting into a full on song made Genji's legs shake. "Why yes! I am planning to. Just one song though. I'm quite rusty after not doing it for a while, but it will feel good to use my voice for it's original purpose after such a long time..." Zenyatta said, holding his hands together on his chest, clearly exited, despite his voice being so calm. "It's original purpose?" Genji asked. Zenyatta had mentioned that he was originally made into a worker for a restaurant, thus his calm and collected composure and lean and sleek build. He, and his late brother, had been replaced with the newer models soon tho and were abandoned, thus giving them all their time to experience tranquility. But where would Zenyatta need a good voice for if he was just a waiter? As if he was reading Genji's thoughts, Zenyatta answered: "Serving wasn't the only job I had in the good old joint... I also had to provide our guests with entertainment on occasion." "So you used to sing to them?" Genji asked, sitting in a lotus-position on the ground in front of his master to show that he was interested enough to sit and wait for the omnic to finish the story. Zenyatta floated slowly down until his body touched the ground. "Indeed. There was a stage in the restaurant where me and my brother often gave our best performances to our visitors. Many found it quite enjoyable. I had few admirers too!" Zenyatta let out a chuckle. "A young girl with short blonde hair once even asked for my autograph! I didn't have a name back then, so I just gave her a serial-number." Genji laughed, it seemed he wasn't the only fan his master had. "Did you enjoy it? Performing, that is?" he asked. Zenyatta let out what could have been seen as a happy sigh if he was a human. "Yes. Very much. Part of me misses it..." "Though not everyone found it that amazing. Some just didn't like omnics, but many also said that we were just build to spout songs out of our systems. That is not true though. Just like with humans, you need more than a good voice to sing! You also need to understand rhythm, leveling your voice, pitch... It takes some time to learn. Luckily I had all the time to learn in the kitchen while washing the dishes for the evening. My then boss heard me, and actually complimented me! Next week he pulled me off my own duty to cover for a singer who's voice-box had overheated suddenly. After that, I sang every once in a while to our guests." Zenyatta let out another sigh. "I... kinda miss those days." He lifted his hands in his lap, staring at them. "The late nights of me alone in the kitchen cleaning and singing to myself. My somber and dramatic performances. The "Happy Birthdays" I would sing to the children. The performances I would pull off with my dear Brother to make our guests laugh... I wish you could have heard him, Genji. Mondatta's voice was truly something else. If his speeches gathered crowds, his singing would have brought the world together in an instant!" Genji wanted to take Zenyatta's hand in his own. The omnic very rarely spoke of his late brother, especially like this. Last time the conversation had turned to Zenyatta overheating and hiccuping, only to excuse himself and lock himself in his room. Genji didn't know if Omnics could cry, but he was sure that was what Zenyatta had been doing for the following hours. Loosing Mondatta had been a huge blow to him. And Genji understood him perfectly. When his mother and father had died he had felt the same. Instead Genji decided to hold his hand on his master's shoulder instead. "I'm sure I would have enjoyed his performance greatly." he assured his master. Zenyatta lifted his head a bit, and even if he was physically unable to, Genji was sure the omnic was smiling to him. "What about you, my student? Will I find you on the stage as well?" he asked then, clearly ready to not think about his only family-member he had lost so painfully. Genji was taken back by the question. "Ah, I don't know... I've been in karaokes before, in my youth, but Hanzo said I sound like a dying whale when I sing..." Zenyatta laughed warmly. "That would be spirit-lifting!" "I suppose. And embarrassing." Genji sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "But... If I got few laughs out of people, it would be worth it!" Genji meant to say "few laughs out of YOU" but changed it last second, not wanting to seem too forward to his master. "I'm glad you think of everyone else before yourself, Genji!" Zenyatta chimed. "It only proves your progress. I'm proud of you, Sparrow" Genji felt butterflies in his stomach as he heard those words. Zenyatta had told him he was proud of Genji before, but every time was more magical than the last. Genji was glad he had his visor on, otherwise Zenyatta would have seen the deep red shade his face took on these words. He simply bowed a bit and muttered a hasty "thank you master". --- Rest of the day Genji walked around base and thought about his master. His sensual voice bending into rhythm of the music and finding the perfect pitch for every word. But no matter how hard he tried he could not imagine it. He had to hear it. And he would, in few days. But the wait felt abysmal... "Yo! Genji!" Cyborg turned to see Lúcio skate to him, carrying something that seemed like musical equipment. "Yo!" Genji said waving his hand. They would have done a high-five but Lúcio's hands were too full for that. "You seem busy with the preparations." ninja said as he started walking alongside his friend. "Yup! I've been keeping track of everyone's music-requests, putting up lights, preparing the back-drops... Now I'm little worried we won't get everything done before the big day!" Lúcio huffed. "If there is anything I can do, please ask!" Genji said. He needed something to do anyway, he might as well help his friend in need. Genji found that working with Lúcio, Lena and Hana was more play than work. Everything was a race with Hana, Lúcio would spew out jokes and give them appropriate music to work for and Lena just had that halo of happiness that shone wherever she went. Genji let out a content sigh. He was happy for friends like these. He felt bad for acting the way he did in the past, and would work his way to be better person for everyone! But he would not be this way without his master... At one point Genji saw his master talking with Lúcio. He thought about going and saying hi, but saw that their matter seemed personal, and concerted on his work, or at least tried to. Twenty minutes later Lúcio returned to the others, reading trough the notes he had taken when talking to Zenyatta. "Your master sure knows what he wants from his show!" Lúcio said, flipping the book close and stuffing it in his pocket. "I hope he isn't too demanding?" Genji said, laying down a box filled with old microphones. "Not at all! I actually prefer people who know exactly what they want and need. It helps preparations a big time!" the ebony man said, smiling. The four then started testing the mics. They needed multiple, some for people who wanted to sing together, some in case some would break during the mayhem itself. They got seven working mics and threw the rest in Lúcio's room for spare-parts. "So what about you, ninja-boy?" Lúcio asked once they were walking back to the stage. "Are ya gonna sing?" Genji chuckled. "I've never had such a good voice... Ask Hanzo." "Dude, he's your brother! Of course he would think you sound like a stuffed elephant! Maybe you're just little... rusty." Lúcio snickered, gently elbowing Genji's arm. Genji let out a wholehearted laugh. Just few years before, he would have strangled Lúcio for making fun of his looks, but Genji was okay with his new body now. He knew Lúcio didn't mean to make him feel uncomfortable, and if he ever did, he would be sure to apologize in a heartbeat. Zenyatta had told Genji that in order to learn how to truly laugh, you first needed to learn to laugh at yourself. "Maybe so. Want to help me wash it off?" the cyborg asked. "Sure man! And if you're more comfortable with your local songs, just ask and I'll find them for ya!" "Sounds like a plan!" --- Last few days Genji helped his friends to put up the stage, and they got it done just in time. In between preparations, Lúcio would give Genji some voice-training. He helped Genji to find a good pitch for his voice, follow the rhythm and even some sick dance-moves. Hana and Lena were an excellent audience, giving cheers as he did something right, and laughing wholeheartedly when he missed a mark or made a funny noise, most just to make the girls laugh. Lúcio was a great teacher. Patient and filled with optimism. It filled Genji with a feeling he could only describe as friendship. Genji would think of his old "friends" he had in school. Most were jerks that only wanted to hang out with a rich kid. Rest were ass-kissers and air-headed cheerleaders Genji kept around for looks. He had never had this much fun with other people, not even his own brother when they were kids. And it made him feel safe and content. "You're making good progress, bro!" Lúcio chimed happily. "Tho in my opinion you still need some practice to be perfect. Unfortunately we don't have time to perfect your act before the big moment, but I know you'll do great none the less!" "All thanks to you, man!" Genji said, lifting his hand and Lúcio high-fiving him gladly. He then looked behind Genji and chimed a quick hello to someone, running past the cyborg. Genji turned around to see that Zenyatta had entered the room, carrying a box of some kind. He whispered few words to Lúcio, who smiled and nodded, taking the box. Zenyatta waved a quick goodbye to Genji and the girls and left as swiftly as he had entered. "So when you gonna tell 'im, luv?" Tracer asked suddenly. "Hmh?" Genji hummed, barely turning his head. "You know. That you like him?" D.Va added, smirking. "Who?" Genji asked, confused. "Zenyatta!" both girls and Lúcio who had walked to them shouted. "WHAT!?" Genji felt his voice glitch with surprise. "How do you- I mean when- I mean-" "Genji. Buddy. Everyone knows." Lúcio said, holding the box on one hand and landing other on the cyborg's shoulder. "Everyone expect Zenny apparently." Hana giggled. "How... long have you..?" Genji stuttered. "Ever since you almost took a bullet for 'im on a mission." Lena said. "Ever since you gave him, "The look" to him on the dinner on my first week here." Hana said. "Ever since ya put so much effort into your new move just to make 'im proud." Lúcio said. Genji let out some steam from his seams. "Tho-those could all be seen as platonic things, you know!?" "The fact you said "could" kinda sealed the deal, luv." Tracer said, landing her hand on Genji's arm. Genji groaned and slumped on the near by sofa. Lúcio took the box under his desk and joined him and the girls on the sofa soon after. "So. When?" Hana continued where they started. "Never. He's too good for me." Genji said matter of factually. "What!? Luv! You're perfect for 'im!" Lena gasped. "He is calm, collected, sweet, you're loyal, brave and strong! You complete each other!" "Lena's right, dude. Besides, I'm sure he likes you just as much!" Lúcio said. "Really?" Genji asked, trying to keep another puff of steam in, failing. "Well I mean... I can't really read 'im, no face and all that, but he talks about ya a lot!" he answered. "True! Every time I talk to him he says how proud he is of you!" Hana chimed in. "Yup! Even when the conversation has NOTHIN' to do with you!" Lena laughed. Genji let out another puff of steam to hold himself from overheating. Zenyatta... really liked him back? He could scream. Indeed, he might actually just do that! "Who talks about who?" Hanzo's voice chimed in just when Genji was about to let out a glitched scream of excitement. "Zenny about Genji." Hana answered. "Ah, that. Yeah, he does. A lot." Hanzo sighed, rolling his eyes. Even Hanzo confirmed it! Genji no longer felt like screaming, he felt like crying. With happiness. "What, we talkin' 'bout Zenny and Genji-boy?" McCree asked walking in. Where did all of these people keep coming in!? "Yup." Hanzo simply said. McCree laughed hard. "It is a surprise ya'll aren't all over each other yet! He totally has a thing for you, partner!" Now Genji didn't know what to feel. Happiness, embarrassment, annoyance, glee... It all manifested with a steady stream of steam that finally escaped his vents and a deep sigh. "So... not planning on telling him?" Lúcio asked, landing his hand on the cooling shoulder of the cyborg. "I don't know anymore... I just... want him to be happy. I want to make him laugh. I want to... make sure he lives every day of his life in bliss..." Genji sighed. Thinking about Zenyatta and his warm voice, his cute laugh and sweet embrace made Genji momentary forget where he was, but luckily for him, he was surrounded by friends and family who were happy for him. "By the dragons, you ARE in love!" Hanzo exhaled with clear surprise in his voice, but soon smiled and put his little brother in a arm-lock. "And here I thought I'd never see the day you settle down!" Hanzo laughed, ruffling his brother's hair gently. Genji was surprised of his brother's sudden showing of love, but took it gladly. "I think you should tell 'im, luv. I'm sure he would like it a lot." Tracer giggled, glad to see the two brothers so close all of the sudden. "I know. But... I'm not sure how yet..." Genji said as Hanzo finally let him go. "You could do it in the Karaoke Mayhem! With a help of a song!" Hana nearly squeaked. "Oh God no!" Hanzo yelled, over-dramatically. "Zenyatta's audio receptors will burst!" "Hey man! Genji's gotten better with his voice by the day! He may not be perfect, but at least Zen won't need to be repaired right after!" Lúcio chimed in, putting his hands around Genji's shoulders proud of his work. "Still, I think a song would be bit... over-dramatic..." Hanzo said more seriously. "No it would not! It would be romantic!" Hana giggled, stars in her eyes. "I would love if someone I liked sang to me!" "You're a romantic tho." McCree said. "Zenyatta is more... down to earth. I'm sure just stating yer feelings will be enough to 'im!" "You blokes are boring!" Lena scoffed. "But Genji, it's your call. Sing to him or don't, that's your choice to make, luv." Genji thought about it a long while. Finally he laughed a bit. "I'll tell him of my feelings, but not with a song. I... want to think about this trough with more time. I want it to be perfect. For now, I only want to make him laugh and enjoy himself." cyborg finally said. He looked at Lúcio with a smirk under his visor. "I know what song I'm going to sing at the party. Will you help me with the backdrops?" "Ya don't even need to ask, my dude." Lúcio said, smiling widely. --- The evening begun with a low techno-tones booming from the speakers as people started gathering in one by one. Lúcio visited each, welcoming them and asking one last additions to their performances, possible song-changes etc. Tracer flashed around making sure everyone had enough drinks and snacks, and D.Va paced around both exited and nervous of her performances. She had taken two songs, one at the very beginning, one near the end. Genji's turn was around the middle, just before Hanzo, and the two brothers, sharing table with McCree, tried to guess each other's songs. Genji was glad none of their guesses were right. When it came time to guess McCree's song, both brothers simply looked at each other knowingly. McCree laughed and tried to convince them that Cotton Eye Joe was not his choice for the first song this time, and although Hanzo let out a sigh of relief, Genji knew Jesse better than that. When Zenyatta arrived, Genji waved to him and invited him to sit with them. Zenyatta complied happily floating in the chair next to Genji. "It's good to see you in such good spirits tonight my student." the omnic said happily, talking bit louder than usual to make his voice audible over the rumble of the techno. "I can't help it! We've made such an effort for this to be as perfect as we can, the least we can do is to enjoy it ourselves!" Genji laughed, and was delighted to hear Zenyatta join him. "I suppose you're right. Although I must confess I feel bit jealous of you friends who got to spend so much time with you during these few days." the omnic then said. Genji felt flustered. Zenyatta was... jealous? For him? He then realized that during the last three days he had been spending less and less time with his master, in helping his friends and the singing lessons from Lúcio. He barely had time for their daily meditation. "I'm sorry I've left you alone like that, master. I never realized our time together meant so much to you..." Genji said, leaning closer that Hanzo and McCree, engaged in a heated debate over which was better; sake or beer, would not hear them. "Don't apologize, my sparrow." Omnic said, clearly smiling despite the lack of mouth. "It has been a bliss to watch you interact with your friends. I'm glad that you share your friendship with other people as well and not just you old boring master." Genji blushed. He wanted to tell his master that he would always have time for the omnic, that spending time with him was such a bliss he would never trade it to anything else, that his master was the only one he let see his most hidden things of his personality... but he took a silent breath and simply replied: "You are far from boring, or old, master. You're ten years YOUNGER than me." Zenyatta laughed again, but before he could answer, they were interrupted by Lúcio stepping on the stage with a mic. "Thank you all so much for comin' to the Karaoke Mayhem 2.0!" he chimed, followed by a wave of applause. "The list of the performances is on the wall over there" he pointed at the wall near the tables "so feel free to get yourself ready for your own while you wait. For now, let's stop talking and start singing!" Applause again. Before they died off, Lúcio, deepening his voice a bit, mumbled in the mic: "Ladies and gentlemen... It's Mambo N. 5!" Cheers followed as a familiar song started to play off the speakers. Lúcio sang with his great voice, making dance-moves that would have seen impossible for any other person. As the chorus came, they soon noticed he had changed the lyrics a tad bit... "A little bit of Angela in my life A little bit of Mei by my side A little bit of Lena is all I need A little bit of D.Va is what I see A little bit of Zarya in the sun A little bit of Ana all night long A little bit of Fareeha here I am A little bit of you makes me your man" Everyone cheered and laughed, all the girls in the base having a different reactions to their names coming up in the song. Mercy blushed, Mei even harder, Tracer laughed and gave a thumbs-up, Hana, who was recording the performance with her phone simply smiled, Zarya gave a cheeky smile and took a sip of her drink, Ana gave the man a toast, Pharah covered her face embarrassed. There was a huge roar of cheers and applause as Lúcio finished, bowing. Hana was next. Much more braver than before, she jumped on the stage and a jumpy K-pop-song started booming from the speakers. Hana's high-pitched voice started singing in Korea some song Genji had never heard but enjoyed none the less. Next up was Tracer. She flashed on the stage and laughed. Soon the familiar beat of "Wannabe" started playing and everyone cheered again. Lena would flash back and forth in time, singing the whole song by herself, using different pitches for each spice, sometimes Genji would swear he saw more than one Tracer on the stage at once, but cheered for her like everyone else did. Next up was Fareeha who sang her version of Cher's Believe. Her performance was not as jumpy as the three others, but it was a nice change of pace after so many exiting songs. McCree was next, and Genji was little surprised that he was singing Country Road instead of Cotton Eye Joe. But everyone seemed slightly disappointed when he didn't. Not that they said it out loud. Reinhardt was next and he sang an old German ballad, tearing up at the end so much he could hardly breath anymore. Genji could feel the old-timely nostalgia the crusader must have felt when singing and found himself misty eyed as well. He clapped to Reinhardt louder than the others so far. Winston was next, and sang Man on the Moon. Knowing Winston's past with the said space-rock, it gave his song a nice twist of irony. Tracer had her second turn after that, singing MMMBop, now much more calm performance, jumpy and happy yes, but without flashes between time and space. Genji was little shocked to see his name pop up next on the big screen. He got up, embraced the cheers and applause he received, and jumped on the stage, taking the mic from Tracer who winked at him. She must have heard from Lúcio what he was about to sing. He nodded at the ebony man, who turned his music on, and the lights off. When the ambient chimed in, some "woo"-ed a little, recognizing the classic instantly. It wasn't until the electric voice on the background first sang "Domo arigatou, Mr. Roboto" did Hanzo groan so loud it almost drowned the music. Genji smiled under his mask, and started the song. Thankfully the song didn't require amazing voice or perfect pitch, so he went overboard and acted out and dramatically on the stage, making everyone laugh. Except Hanzo who had hidden his face in his hands in shame for his blood-relative. With those cheers and laughs Genji heard his master's voice. The omnic would have dropped from his chair if he wasn't floating. That made Genji so happy he finished the song with as grace he had left, replacing the ending's "I'm Killroy"s with "I'm Genji!"s. Everyone cheered and clapped, Zenyatta even getting on his feel and standing to applause him. Genji was beaming under his visor. He had made his master laugh. His night could not get any better than this... "That was delightful, Genji!" Zenyatta said as Genji sat back on his spot between him and Hanzo, who still was hiding his face. "I didn't think you'd do it, but darn it boy, you did!" McCree chimed in. "I have no brother." Hanzo muttered getting up and making his way to the stage. Hanzo's song was much more serious than his brothers at least. Genji didn't remember the name of the song, but he recognized it as the same their father had often sang while driving, cooking or having a drink with friends. Tho Hanzo sounded much like their father (let alone LOOKED like him), Hanzo's tone was much more serious, somber, sad almost. Genji didn't even notice the tears that made their way down his face until Hanzo finally finished to the sound of loud applause. "At least one of us has some dignity left." he then said, sitting down on his place and taking his drink. Genji laughed a bit, noticing his voice cracking a bit. Hanzo noticed this and watched as his brother took of his visor to clean off the tears. "It's the song father used to sing, wasn't it?" Genji asked, still cleaning his face, Zenyatta handing him a tissue, wherever he pulled it from. Hanzo hummed and nodded. The elder brother smiled just a bit as he wrapped his arm around his younger brother's shoulder. "Didn't mean to make you cry tho." he said, almost as an apology as Mei began Donna Summer's Power of One with her meek and quiet voice. "You didn't. I got dust in my eyes." Genji lied, knowing he would not be believed. Hanzo laughed just a bit, holding his brother closer. Genji smiled back, his face exposed now and putting his mask on the table. With a content sigh he listened to Mei sing, getting braver by the word, soon going so strong and high that she seemed like a completely different person. If he wasn't so fixated on watching Mei's performance, he would have noticed how Zenyatta was looking at him, head bend slightly to the left, shoulders up, as if he was smiling... Angela and Zarya had almost refused to sing, Mercy due being embarrassed, Zarya because she didn't care, but Ana had been able to coax them into singing "I feel like a woman" with her, and all three seemed to enjoy the experience quite a lot, even having a group hug at the end. Maybe it was just because both Ana and Zarya were bit drunk and Mercy was just happy she had sang after all, or maybe the girls had forged a whole new friendship on the stage, Genji was eager to see. Ana's second turn was right after her first, and she embarassed her daughter by Singing Meredith Brook's "I'm a Bitch". Everyone else found it quite fitting however. Lucio would then sing one of his first singles, getting everyone pumped up again. Barely after Lúcio had finished, a familiar sound of bass started blasting off the speakers. Hana was standing on the stage soon, singing one of the most well known songs of her homeland. Gangnam Style. Most of the watchers got up to dance with her while Hana used her chirpy voice to make even Hanzo smile, despite no-one having any idea what she was saying. The beat and Hana's dancing was enough to get them pumped up. Even Genji got up to dance, and pulled Zenyatta to dance with him. The omnic was bit confused at first, but soon danced in perfect sync with his student. All too soon the song was over. When the party people finally calmed down, Genji saw Zenyatta's name pop up on the screen. His heart missed a beat. He had almost forgotten that his master would be singing too! And he had already thought his night would not get any better... Zenyatta's motor whirred louder than usual, and the omnic slowly got up, checking on his robes to make sure they were straight, and levitating his orbs on the table. "Watch over them while I'm on the stage, Genji." he whispered to him, making his way to to Lúcio who was holding the mic for him while everyone else cheered. Genji watched Lúcio whisper one last thing in Zenyatta's audio receptor, the Omnic nodding and taking the mic, slightly bowing. Ebony man bowed back and made his way back behind his desk. Zenyatta turned to face the crowd, seemingly eager to get to singing again. Genji didn't notice how he was at the edge of his seat, holding his breath. Slowly the lights dimmed to almost none at all, the only thing making light was Zenyatta's forehead-lights with their cold blue gleam. Silently the music started, and Genji recognized it soon as Owl City's Fireflies. Every time a little chime ringed in the song, the backdrop showed a colorful flash, adding more and more, until the room was filled with light. As the song kicked up, Zenyatta brought the mic to his face... and sang. "You would not believe your eyes If ten million fireflies Lit up the world as I fell asleep 'Cause they fill the open air And leave teardrops everywhere You'd think me rude but I would just stand and stare" As the omnic's synthetic voice calmly made out the vocals of the song, Genji felt shivers on his back. Master's voice was... like that feeling you get when you see snow for the first time in your life, or when a bird lands on your hand to feed of the bread-scrums you're giving it, or when the first gleam of sun breaks its way trough the clouds after a rainfall. He watched the slow, subtle movements Zenyatta made while singing. Those small moves that were in perfect synch with the rhythm of the song. "I'd like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep 'Cause everything is never as it seems" The first chorus was sang quietly, almost as a whisper. Whisper Genji wanted to believe was only for him. Just to his ears. "'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs From ten thousand lightning bugs As they tried to teach me how to dance A foxtrot above my head A sock hop beneath my bed A disco ball is just hanging by a thread" The second verse was much more pumping that the first one, Zenyatta moving much more openly, almost like he was dancing to the beat. Genji beamed, watching his master enjoy every step he took, every word he sang, every movement he made in the rhythm of the song... Genji knew that the second chorus was louder, almost booming, knowing it would be the "Wow"-moment of the song. Genji held his breath and waited to see what would happen. He noticed Lúcio bending under the counter and opening the box Zenyatta had given him earlier that day. What came out made more than just Genji gasp in awe. "I'd like to make myself believe That planet Earth turns slowly It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep 'Cause everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep)" From the box, thousands of small balls of light flew out, surrounding Zenyatta like fireflies he was singing of. They circled him like the orbs he had left behind just moments ago. Genji looked up to them fly around the room, and around the audience, gasping with wonder. As one landed on his nose, Genji saw that it indeed WAS a orb, just much, much smaller than the ones resting on the table right now. The light came from the shining symbols carved on them with great care. Genji wondered how long it had taken Zenyatta to make all of them, and where he had gotten the materials. He then noticed Mercy whisper something to Ana. Genji wasn't as good reading lips as Hanzo was, but he thought he saw her say "It took many hours to finish these little buggers. I'm glad they turned out so well!" Genji smiled. Of course. Angela would seem like a person with time, know-how and materials to help Zenyatta make all of these little things. "Leave my door open just a crack (Please take me away from here) 'Cause I feel like such an insomniac (Please take me away from here) Why do I tire of counting sheep? (Please take me away from here) When I'm far too tired to fall asleep (Haha)" The song went back to calm and collected again, Zenyatta now returning back to his more subtle ways of movement, interacting with the "fireflies" around him. All of the echoed lyrics in the background had a woman singing in them, and for a moment Genji though he could recognize the voice... But he brushed it off his mind as Zenyatta turned to face him on the stage. "To ten million fireflies I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes I got misty eyes as they said farewell But I'll know where several are If my dreams get real bizarre 'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar" All throughout the verse, Zenyatta was staring straight at Genji, face expressionless, but voice with a slight hint of thousand feelings all mixed into one. Pride, happiness, sadness, glee... Genji was only half listening to the words themselves and just staring at the Omnic with wide eyes and a gentle smile on his face. Zenyatta was singing JUST FOR HIM right now... those words were just for him to hear. Now the things everyone had told him were confirmed to be true. Zenyatta did have feelings for him. Genji felt his heart burst with joy as Zenyatta turned back to the other audience to finish the last chorus. "I'd like to make myself believe That planet Earth turns slowly It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep 'Cause everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep) I'd like to make myself believe That planet Earth turns slowly It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep 'Cause everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep) I'd like to make myself believe That planet Earth turns slowly It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep Because my dreams are bursting at the seams" As the last words disappeared into the night, Genji found himself standing and applauding as hard as he could, alongside everyone else on the base, cheering and whistling to the most amazing performance they had seen in a while. Even Zarya smiled and gave few genuine claps and a toast to the Omnic. Zenyatta simply bowed and thanked everyone on the mic before handing it to Lúcio. "Master... that was... absolutely amazing!" Genji gasped, taking the omnic's hands in his own without even realizing it first. "Thank you Genji. Your words mean a lot to me." Zenyatta said, sounding bit winded. He quietly squeezed Genji's hand, making the other notice he was indeed holding them, and quietly freed his other, waving it few times, gathering all the wandering orbs and retreating them back to their box. After he was done, he took a deep breath and sat down. Controlling all of those small orbs at once must have taken some wind out of him, Genji though, sitting back to his place. Hanzo smiled warmly at his brother, seeing how he was still holding on to his master's hand. But McCree had disappeared. "Thank ya all for coming tonight! You all made this night amazing!" Lúcio spoke to everyone trough the mic, and everyone cheered. "Now feel free to stay behind and enjoy the great company! But before we wrap the karaoke-portion of this night up, there is still one more song we have to hear for this party to truly be seen as a Overwatch's Karaoke Mayhem!" he continued, smirking. Genji put two and two together; McCree was nowhere to be seen, and there was still one more song to. "Nooooo" he groaned. And just few seconds later, Lúcio jumped off the stage and McCree's voice started residing the well known words of Cotton Eye Joe. The crowd either groaning, laughing or cheering with tears in their eyes. Some were happy to hear Jesse's gravely voice sing the old classic, and some could not believe he actually did it. Genji turned to Hanzo just to see him mouth "We're done!" to Jesse. It happened to be a silent moment in to song and McCree mouthed away from the mic "But baby, I love you!" looking heartbroken. Hanzo simply blushed and looked away. Genji felt a wash of realization over him. How Hanzo and McCree spend most of their time together nowadays, how Hanzo interacted with the cowboy much more different than anyone he knew, how they even spend most time in this party! Genji almost threw himself to Hanzo to hug him and tell him how happy he was for his brother, when Zenyatta tugged his arm. "Can I speak with you in private?" He whispered. Genji's heart skipped a beat. "Sure." he muttered, as they left McCree finish the song and Hanzo to blush. --- "I can't believe I didn't notice before!" Genji gasped as they walked outside the base, the faint ending notes of Cotton Eye Joe on the background. "Notice what?" Zenyatta asked. "Hanzo and Jesse! They've been together this whole time! And I didn't notice until now! Haha!" Genji laughed, grabbing Zenyatta from his waist and twirling them around a bit. Zenyatta yelped, but laughed them as Genji let him down embarased. "Sorry. I'm just so happy for them! Jesse was my best friend back in the Blackwatch days and Hanzo... well, is my brother! And I thought he would never find anyone he would be happy with! And they are perfect for each other!" cyborg said, walking around, not able to keep himself still. "Hanzo is serious, loyal and smart, but bit too grumpy at the times. Jesse is funny, laid back and strong willed, but has a bad habit of forgetting to work before play! They are made for each other!" Zenyatta chuckled. "I'm glad to see you so happy for your brother and friend. It really warms my motor to see you so happy for someone else." "Haha, about time I suppose..." Genji laughed, stopping his pacing to face his master. He took a silent breath. This was it. He didn't care anymore! He would tell his master his feelings, here and now! All he needed was an opening... "So. What did you want to talk with me?" Genji asked, taking Zenyatta's hands in his own again. Zenyatta sighed happily, lowering his face a bit, as to smile. But he lifted his head soon and said: "You're ready Genji." "Ready?" Genji asked. "Ready to face the world as who you are. You are happy, you are one with your new body, you have friends and your relationship with your brother can only get better from here. You're ready now." Zenyatta said, happily. But then he lowered his face again. This time he wasn't smiling. "You... don't need my teachings anymore. I... have no more to teach you. You're... ready." Genji felt his heart sink. THIS was what Zenyatta wanted to tell him? That he was no longer the cyborg's master!? Genji felt his breath shorten, and only then remembered that his mask was still on the table alongside Zenyatta's orbs. "Ma... Master?" Genji began, but Zenyatta lifted his hand gently to stop him. "Just Zenyatta will do from now on, Genji." "Z... Zenyatta? Does this mean... you won't be my teacher anymore?" Genji stuttered. "I'm sorry this affect you so badly, Genji. But that is only bigger reason to let go now..." the omnic sighed. "It's... okay..." Genji said, taking a deep breath. Zenyatta had been more like a friend to him for months already! In bigger picture nothing much would change. Plus! Now they would not have an awkward teacher-student-thing to get over once he would tell about his feelings! This was a good thing! "We... we can still have our daily meditation, can't we?" Genji laughed. His remaining skin scrawled when Zenyatta didn't laugh with him. "I'm afraid not, my friend. I'm... leaving the Overwatch tomorrow." Everything went dark in Genji's mind. He could not process the words he had just heard. On the background he could hear a somber love song, as if to mock him. "... no..." was the only thing Genji could say. "No, master... Zenyatta! You can't go! I- We need you here!" "I'm happy you wish for me to stay, but the world needs me out there, not here." Zenyatta said, his voice clearly somber with sorrow. "I'm a monk, Genji, not a fighter. I wish to return to the road, find more people to help, more students to give my time to. I can't do it here..." All of the sudden Genji's mind went back to the night they had just spent together: Zenyatta saying how he felt jealous to his friends, how Genji had ignored Zenyatta during these last few days, the words of the song when Zenyatta was singing only to him: "I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes. I got misty eyes as they said farewell"... Zenyatta had been planning his leaving for a long time already... "No, nonono, Zenyatta, you can't leave now! I... I..." the words got stuck in Genji's throat and were replaced by sobs. Zenyatta seemed like he wanted to take Genji in his arms, but in the last minute backed off. "I'm sorry Genji..." he sighed, walking away slowly. He didn't return to the party, and instead headed for his room, only levitating his orbs back to him. "I'll leave first think tomorrow. I... would like it if you came to say goodbye. But I understand if you feel too angry to." the omnic said, stopping for a second. With a shaky voice he finished: "If I don't see you anymore; I'm proud of you Genji. Goodbye..." Genji fell on his knees as the tears came hard. This was not how this night was supposed to go! He was supposed to make Zenyatta laugh and happy! He was supposed to tell how he loved him! He was supposed to LIKE him! Why was he pulling away!? "Genji?" he heard Lúcio's voice near by and soon felt his arms around him. "Genji! Man, what happened!? Where's Zen?" the ebony man shouted, trying to get Genji to stand up. "You were wrong. All of you were. He doesn't like me... He... He's leaving Overwatch tomorrow!" Genji almost screamed, tears flowing from his eyes. Lúcio let out a gasp, and called Hana and Lena. The two girls, alongside Hanzo, McCree and Angela were soon there. "Brother!" Hanzo shouted, seeing Genji on his knees on the ground. "What happened?" he asked, wrapping his arms around his little brother. Genji sobbed something about Zenyatta leaving, and Hanzo looked up to the others who all turned to each other, not believing their ears. "That... doesn't make sense..." Hana sobbed with tears in her eyes. "Zenny was so happy when talking about Genji! They were supposed to get together and married and---" the rest was choked up by the girl sobbing and crying and muttering something in Korean. Lena hugged her and sobbed herself. "I don't believe any of this!" she sighed sadly. "This is not how it was supposed to go!" "Actually..." Mercy whispered and everyone turned to her. "When Zenyatta and I were working on those orbs, I asked how he felt about you, Genji. He said so many beautiful things about you. In such a voice that could not be mistaken to anything else but undying love!" Angela sighed with tears in her eyes. "But... he also said something that made me worried... He said he was not good enough for you." Genji lifted his head from his brother's shoulder and looked at Mercy with confusion on his face. "He also said he misses the monastery, the road, the buzz of big cities, smiles of the people he has helped... He misses his old life. But he could not see how he could fit his old life and his love into one life. I told him we would find a way together, but he said he already knew the answer... I though when he sang to you and then took you out that he would confess all this to you... I... I'm sorry, I should have talked to him more..." Genji felt like he was more torn between happiness and sadness than ever in his life. More than when he first met his brother after their fateful fight, more than when he first joined Overwatch, more than when he first met Zenyatta... He wanted to go and take Zenyatta in his arms and tell him how much he loved him, leave Overwatch with him and travel back to the monastery... He also wanted to let Zenyatta go, wanted to let him live his own life in piece. He wanted to go to Zenyatta and yell at him for even thinking that he wasn't good enough for him! All of these feelings fought inside him while the others around him sobbed, cried or simply looked sad. Hana was wailing in Lena's arms, Jesse had tipped his hat over his eyes to hide them, Lúcio was pacing back and forth not knowing how to feel, Hanzo was still holding him, eyes hazy with tears, Angela was swallowing back her's. That was when Genji realized that these people cared for him as much as he cared for them, maybe even more! They wished happiness for him, and when it was stolen from him, they cried with him... Genji took a deep breath, wiped his eyes, nodded at his brother, showing he was fine enough to be let go of, got up and looked at his friends. "I know what to do." he said quietly. "But I need your help." "Anything, man!" "Of course luv!" "U-*sniff*-Uh-huh!" "Whatever ya need, partner!" "Tell us what you need Genji!" "Anything, brother." Genji smiled. He spew out simple commands to each. Hana and Mercy to wipe their tears and go get Zenyatta back to the party as soon as they could. Hanzo and McCree to sit him down and make sure he would stay put. Lena and Lúcio to follow him back on the stage and help him out to put up a show just for Zenyatta. --- It was fifteen minutes when Hana and Angela rushed trough the door, dragging confused Zenyatta between them. Hanzo and McCree gave the omnic a cold stare, pushing him down on his seat and sitting on his both sides to make sure he would stay there. Zenyatta looked around confused. Hana and Angela had just broke down his door, Hana, with red eyes and raspy voice, had screamed something in Korea that Zenyatta's translators now processed as "heart-breaker" and "Dumb monk" along many other not so nice words. Angela had just been quiet and asked Zenyatta to come with them once Hana was done screaming at him. Now Hanzo and McCree were giving him cold looks as if he had killed someone. When Zenyatta noticed Genji on the stage, the sorrow he had felt before the girls came bursting in came back to him. Genji was holding the microphone in his hand, and Zenyatta knew what would happen next... part of his was afraid... and part of him wanted to burst into tears with joy. A soft piano started to play on the background when Genji came to the light to everyone to see. Many were surprised and confused to see Genji on the stage. Wasn't the karaoke over already? But when they noticed Zenyatta sitting on the middle of the room, they all gasped softly and nailed their eyes to see what would happen. Even Zarya took a better position to see what these two weird omnics were up to... Genji started to sing, in Japanese, but thanks to his translator Zenyatta understood each word. So far only him and the Shimada-brothers could understand the words sang on to the air, and that was exactly how Genji wanted it to be. "I'll become a happy butterfly, and ride on the glittering wind I'll come to see you soon It's best to forget the unnecessary things There's no more time to be fooling around" Genji had partly chosen this song because it had Butterflies in it, and he knew Zenyatta loved them. "What do you mean, wow wow wow wow wow? I wonder if we'll reach the skies But, wow wow wow wow wow I don't even know what my plans are for tomorrow" On the chorus many recognized the song. "Hey, isn't this from that super old anime?" Hana asked from Lena, whispering over the music. "Yeah, sounds like it. But It's a pretty song, so, I think it'll work!" Tracer answered. "After an endless dream, in this world of nothingness It seems as if our beloved dreams will lose Even with these unreliable wings, covered in images that tend to stay I'm sure we can fly, on my love" The words "on my love" were in english, so everyone could understand exactly what Genji was singing about and a quiet "aaw" washed over the room. Zenyatta was still as a stone, optics watching Genji. "I'll become a merry butterfly, and ride on the earnest wind I'll come to see you where ever you are Ambiguous words are surprisingly handy I'll shout it out, while listening to a hit song What do you mean, wow wow wow wow wow? I wonder if it'll echo through this town But, wow wow wow wow wow There's no use anticipating" The slow tone of the song didn't really give Genji much free will to dance to the beat, not that he wanted to. Most of his concentration was on the words and not to burst into tears in the middle of the song. Not yet. Maybe at the end... "After an endless dream, in this miserable world That's right, maybe not using common sense isn't so bad after all Even with these awkward wings, dyed with images that seem to stay I'm sure we can fly, on my love" Zenyatta was as still as when the song began, but from the slit's of his optics Hanzo and McCree could see something clear, like tears, slowly fall on his face. It was coolant. Many omnics would start "crying" it when their feelings got them overheated. His internal cooling system was swirling hard, and the Omnic seemed to be slightly shaking. "After an endless dream, in this miserable world That's right, maybe not using common sense isn't so bad after all Even with these awkward wings, dyed with images that seem to stay I'm sure we can fly, on my love" Genji let out a gasp as the song was over, dropping the mic down in his hands. He looked at Zenyatta with tears flowing from his eyes. Neither of them moved an inch for what seemed like a minute. Everyone, even Zarya, were on the edge of their seats... Finally, so fast neither Hanzo or Jesse could react, Zenyatta got up and started running. But not away. Towards Genji. The cyborg let out a happy sigh, opened his arms and let the omnic run into them. Everyone started cheering wildly. McCree even took out his gun and shot the cealing few times. Genji held the shaking Omnic in his arms so tightly, as to never let him go. "I'm sorry..." was the only thing coming from Zenyatta's voice-box. Repeating over and over, more sad, more somber than before. "Don't apologize. You're confused. You don't know where you belong, where you should go. Should you stay or leave. You have no reason to apologize..." Genji reassured despite his own voice cracking multiple times. "Genji... I don't deserve you..." "And I don't deserve you." "I don't want to leave... you or any of these amazing people..." "You don't have to..." "But... I miss home... I miss my life..." "We can always visit monastery! And take holidays to travel together!" "You... how can you come up with the answers to all this so easily?" "Because I love you." Genji held Zenyatta's shoulders and his forehead against his own. "I love you Zenyatta. I love your laugh, I love your voice, I love you the way you are. I'll live my life making you happy, protecting you, and if I ever let you go, I would not be able to live!" Zenyatta let out what sounded like a cry. Burrying his face on Genji's shoulder he sobbed. "I'm sorry Genji... I... I thought you didn't... I was so lonely... I'm sorry... I love you. I love you too my Sparrow! I love you so much!" "I'm sorry I left you alone for such a long time. I promise I'll never leave your side again! I promise... I love you..." The two Omnics were the only ones who heard the words they exchanged, only few words slipping trough the team's cheers and roars. Hanzo tried, and failed, to keep tears in, and McCree gave him his hat to hide his eyes with, openly crying himself. Lena, Hana and Angela were hugging, jumping and creaming with joy. Lúcio played some calm love-music on the background, fighting back tears. "Oh my god, just KISS ALREADY!" they heard from the audience. Everyone looked up to Zarya who had shouted it. Zarya looked down on everyone. "What?" she asked, lifting her class. "That's what everyone I waiting for, right?" and took a sip from it. Genji chuckeled, melting when he heard Zenyatta join him. He lifted the Omnic's face straight to his and pressed his lips against the seam on Zenyatta's face. Zenyatta pressed gently against him as the team cheered and clapped for them. Genji swore he could hear his brother wailing with tears of happiness, suddenly muffled by something, most likely Jesse's shoulder. But he didn't turn to look. All he cared for now was Zenyatta. END So yeah. here ya go! Some fluff for you all! God this took whole day to write! And it suuucks and is super cheesy haha! XD If there are typos I don't care lel Before you say that Zenyatta was being mean or out of character, please remember that you only read Genji's point of view here. I didn't do that good of a work to explain how Zen felt about this, but I might write a mini-fic about it if enough people whine about it lol.

#genyatta week 2018 #genyatta #genji #zenyatta #overwatch #ow #babys first fanfic lel

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moonraccoon-exe · 7 years ago

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Heyyyyy Racc ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) how flustered do you think Gladio would be if he found out Ignis had a twin??.. (sister or brother, your choice! )

Hahahaha, Y E S!!!

I’ve had this here for quite a while but I can’t stop thinking about it and probably won’t. I’ve been laughing at the mere mental images this brings me, and I so have to share something about this!!

First off; Ignis with a twin? HNG, YES.

I’d LOVE both cases, because if it was a sister then we could have some sort of Fem!Ignis at least visually and ASTRALS ABOVE, yes.

But imagine if it was a brother. I think that that would mess with Gladio a little more. No, wait, I just had ideas for both scenario ahaha, awman, I need to write stuff for this! Due to length this only includes Brother but ohman. I’m having so much fun writing this.

Edit: *dEEP BREATH* I ADORED AND LOVED WRITING THIS, this is now one of my new absolute favorites, thank you so much!!!

[Adding a Keep Reading at some point]

Gladio dealing with discovering Ignis has a twin brother (& their adventures after he does):

I’ve been adoring the idea of the situation being like that rumor from Marvel’s Avengers on Chris Evans and his troubles with identifying whether he’s talking with Scarlett Johansson or her stunt actress.

Same happens to Gladio: is this Ignis or is this his twin brother?

First time Gladio interacted with him, he still had no idea Ignis had a sibling, let alone a twin.

Gladio was fourteen.

Ignis, due to his great intellect and potential, was taken to the Citadel since very little, but he couldn’t bring his brother along, so Brother is staying with their Aunt at the Scientia house, while Ignis stays at the Citadel with their Uncle.

Ignis isn’t the most talkative on his personal life and, when young, he was very damn shy, so he didn’t bring up to conversation he has a brother (it either didn’t occur to him or he just was too shy to talk on his private life).

So, despite all the years together as friends, Gladio has literally no idea Ignis has a sibling.

One day, Ignis’ brother was visiting for a proper tour around the Citadel. He waited in the hallway while Ignis went into the bathroom.

Gladio happened to stumble upon him.

“Yo, Iggy! Hey, what are you doing ‘round here? :)”

“Oh. I’m not-”

“I was looking for you, say, I forgot to give you your pen back at school yesterday, so here you go.”

“Thank you :)”

“No worries, Iggy.”

“I’m-”

“*gasps* Oh, no, dad will kill me if I’m late. Sorry. See you later, Iggy!”

“Oh. Well, hurry, I wouldn’t want you to die, big friend from school.”

Gladio was a bit ?? because what the fuck did Ignis just call him, but the almost naive way in which he said the rest made him laugh a lot, so he just shrugged it off and left.

That was literally his first interaction with Ignis’ twin.

Jkssks this idiot.

You cannot judge Gladio, the Scientia have the same bloody hairstyle and both wear glasses.

They’re like waterdrops, except Brother has a darker shade of green in the eyes and a different birthmark.

Gladio continued to live unaware that this was not Ignis.

One day, Ignis was very, very, as in absolutely v e r y sick.

Still, he insisted to go to the Citadel because “he has work to do”.

Brother smacked him.

“LISTEN HERE, I already knew the way you’re going stress would kill you in a year or two, but I can’t believe you want to fasten the process by also throwing yourself into the Stress Pit while agonizing.”

Ignis tried to insist he’s fine and kept it very, very clear he can’t miss work and someone has to do it.

Guess who’s going in his place.

Twin bro is the shit.

Twin bro is taking Ignis’ clothing and going to work in his place so Ignis doesn’t miss his work day but also gets to rest in bed.

It wasn’t in the plan to pretend being Ignis. He just happens to look the same.

Across the day, Bro waves back at “Hello, Ignis”s and “How are you, Ignis?”s and he doesn’t mind.

There’s a few who recognize he’s Brother (king Regis and Noctis, as well as Clarus and Cor), but the majority mistake him by Ignis.

He doesn’t mind nor is he correcting them.

Guess who happened to stumble upon him again.

“HEY, Iggy!! You’re looking good, yesterday you looked kind of bad, are you okay?”

“Oh. Well, Ignis is fine.”

Gladio’s laughing because “haha Ignis is refering to himself in third person.”

“I’m happy. Say, the other day, at my house. Thank you. The way the teacher puts it, it’s ridiculous, but you helped me understand very well, and today I got a 100% on the test.”

“Ah, I’m glad about it! :)”

“Yeah. You know, I used to think tutoring embarassing, but it’s very helpful. I know I’m not awful at school, but you make it a thousand times easier. You’re so smart, how does your head not explode? Nice sweater, by the way. Are these glasses new?”

“Oh? Ah, no. I’ve always had them.”

“Hm? I thought they were black, but I may just be an idiot. Do you want a candy? I saw Monica and she gave me a few.”

“Oh, that’d be nice! :)”

“Here you go. Do you like orange or strawberry better? Don’t tell me. Orange.”

“Hah, yeah :)”

“Nice. Also, did you know about Beric?”

“Who’s Beric?”

“Ahaha, Iggy, you’re extra funny today. Beric from school. Turns out he [blah blah blah]”

Gladio talked long and comfy with him having no idea this isn’t Ignis.

Brother has literally no idea what Gladio’s talking about.

He doesn’t mind, though.

Brother let him call him Ignis and talk with him as he pleased and never corrected him and just agreed or laughed even though he doesn’t understand what is going on.

That night, Brother told Ignis everything that Gladio told him.

“I think he thinks I’m you.”

“Hm…Gladio’s not as silly. He’s very perceptive. He’s got a very sharp eye and great intuition. I guess he must have noticed by now.”

Ignis’ expectations of Gladio are too high.

As time goes and by the time they’re 15 and from then on, sometimes brother goes to the Citadel to help.

Sometimes it’s to replace Ignis when he worries Ignis is stressing too much, sometimes both are around the place attending different duties.

Brother is in charge of minor ordering of archives, messenger activities, etc., while Ignis continues with his major ordering, Council and etc.

Even when both are at the same time at the Citadel Gladio still doesn’t notice there’s a Second Ignis.

The Scientia twins are coming and going everywhere all the time, so they’re barely ever together or in the same place.

So, Gladio only sees one.

“Woah. Iggy? I thought…I thought you were…ahaha, never mind. Good day! :)”

“Hey, Iggy! How did you get here so fast? I last saw you at the hallway of the throne room! Winged feet, huh? :)”

“Oh? They told me you were during Council meeting lessons! What are you doing here? :)”

“Lmao haha Ignis wtf you couldn’t have come here so fast.”

“Ignis, literally what the fuck, I just…around the corner and… *takes a look* *stares at Brother* *stares around* *stares at Brother* How the fuck.”

“Gladio, have you seen Noctis?”

“He’s at the training Hall :)”

“Thank you! *leaves*”

Gladio’s tying his shoelace and stands back up to find Ignis standing in front of him.

Gladio’s flinching and yelping in a jumpscare.

“Hi, Gladio. Excuse me, do you know where Noctis is?”

“Lmao, Ignis, wtf. I just literally told you he’s in the training hall.”

“What? Oh, right. Okay, thanks. *leaves*”

Gladio watches him leave, shakes the head and thinks he’s just hallucinating, so he turns around and goes, only to find Ignis coming from the other hallway a few seconds later.

“Ah, Gladio! I’m sorry, which way is the training hall?”

“IGNIS WHAT THE FUCK.”

“Did I upset you? :’(”

The Scientia twins have literally no idea they’re messing with Gladio.

Gladio still has no idea or clue Ignis has a twin.

Whenever Gladio happens to engage in conversation with Brother, he has no idea it’s Brother.

Literally, Gladio will stand or sit there with him and talk like this is Ignis and call him that.

Brother has long assumed and has it a hundred percent for sure that Gladio’s just kidding when he treats him like it’s Ignis.

He assumed that Gladio knows him and is aware that he’s Ignis’ twin, and both because he doesn’t know his name and because that’s his way of kidding about the whole situation, as if doing this on purpose in some way of laughing at himself for their first interaction, he just calls him Ignis.

Truth is Gladio really thinks he’s Ignis when they’re interacting.

When Gladio’s sixteen he starts growing feelings for Ignis.

He adores just staring at him instead of the chalkboard at school, he really likes his hair and his brain and his feelings and his heart and his eyes and everything about him.

It was eventual, but he figured he really adores the guy and has a crush on him.

“Besides, I feel…Iris, I feel I’m seeing him everywhere all the time. That must mean he’s got me bad.”

Hahahahahahaha, oh Gladio.

Gladio spent most part of his 15′s and part of his 16′s hiding the feelings because “They’re ridiculous, I’ll get over this” but lol nope, it only got worse, to the point he’s agonizingly, desperately, insufferably, profoundly and excruciatingly crushing on Ignis.

Can’t look at him without going red to the ears and entirely stupid.

This state, of course, makes it impossible for him to pay attention and notice there’s two Ignis.

The poor thing.

One day he couldn’t contain the feelings anymore and had to confess so he went straight towads Ignis.

Except that’s not Ignis.

ahahahsdioashdasiohaha this mess, I love it so much.

“Uhm…Ignis…can I talk with you for a moment? >////

“Sure, Gladiolus. What’s wrong?”

“I…I uhm…I was…I was wondering…I mean- no, it’s not- no-”

“:) ?”

It took Gladio veeeeeeery long to get anywhere.

“And I just want to say… >////////

Look at that sixteen year old Gladio. His undercut hairstyle, his still hairless face, so young and smol and inexpert and silly and shy, entirely red in the face and almost sweating from the nervousness, standing in front of Brother, who’s just all (・・ ) ? holding his clipboard and blinking up at Gladio.

“Listen. You are…you are…the most incredible person that I know. Ignis, I am- I want- I just want to say- you don’t need to pressure or feel engaged or guilty or anything, I just want to say- Ignis I’m- thing is…you are…the way you make me feel. It’s stupid and I’m getting tired of it, because I can’t sleep because I think too much and it’s always you in my head, and I can’t look at you without having brain death, I literally sometimes forget how to speak just because I saw you, and I can’t eat because it tickles so much inside I’d throw up, and I’m…what I what to say is…Ignis just don’t- I don’t- I am-….”

“ (・・ ) ? “

“…Ignis, I really really really really like you like you have no idea and I wanted to offer we go somewhere you’d like!” he bows to him, “I-I have no troubles if you say no!”

There’s a very long and dead silence.

Trembling 16 y.o. Gladio’s still in reverence in front of Brother who’s still all (・・ ) ?

“…I’m sorry. :’(”

“Why?”

“I…don’t know. I don’t mean to upset you. I just…really like you. And I would really like to go…to go…out? Sometime…someday…anywhere…just as long as…as it’s…with you?” Brother is impressed Gladio’s face has not exploded from how red it is. “Uhm…you don’t…have to say yes if you don’t wanna. Sorry, Ignis.”

There’s another long, dead silence and nobody’s moving.

“…oooooh…you’re- oooh, *gaSPS* GLADIO THAT WAS SO SWEEEEET!! ❤ ”

“Really? :D”

“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll love it!”

wat

Gladio’s now all (・・ ) ?

why is Ignis referring to himself in third person wtf.

He’s too scared of ruining things between them so he just rolls with it.

“Uhm…yeah?”

“Gladio, that was so sweet, I’m sure he will say yes, just wait and- omg I’ll tell him to go look for you tomorrow, this is so sweet, I had no idea you- *histerical contained giggle* YOU TELL HIM THIS EXACT SAME TOMORROW, it’s so sweet! You’ve got this, IT’LL TURN OUT FINE AND HE WILL SAY YES”

“…?? (・・ ) ??”

Gladio’s very puzzled and also a bit creeped out.

What just happened

Is that a yes

Brother broke out running because HE’S SO EXCITED OMG IGNIS WON’T BELIEVE THIS

Gladio’s just standing there staring into the void and frowning lightly and feeling so confused he feels lost because

wtf is Ignis doing

Was this his way of telling him “I need to think but I’ll tell you my answer tomorrow”?

“I’ll tell Ignis”.

Wtf.

Ignis

Ignis wtf r u doing

Gladio’s V E R Y confused.

Brother thought that Gladio was rehearsing.

Jjkdsjksdjsfsd THESE IDIOTS ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡

Brother thought, once he understood what Gladio was asking, that Gladio had wanted to ask Ignis out for a while now, but has been way too shy and can’t gather the courage; as a solution, he thought about approaching Brother and pretend it was Ignis since the beginning, so while he knows this is not Ignis, he’s pretending he is and imagining this is the moment, so he can let it out and get rid of the shyness, so this is his rehearsal for the real thing.

Brother’s expectations of Gladio are too high, too.

The next day Gladio’s going around the Citadel when Ignis appears from a hallway a bit shy like

“Hi, Gladio. Uhm, Kaji told me you wanted to tell me something important, but he refused to tell me-”

“Wait wait wait. Who?”

“Kaji.”

“Ignis, listen, I don’t know what’s with you but you’ve been acting very weird. Listen, if it’s because of what I said yesterday, forget it, really. You don’t have to act like you’re mentally insane or something as crazy.”

“…excuse me?”

“If you just want to say no, say no, no need to invent madness or anything.”

“Gladio, what are you talking about? Kaji said-”

“Who the hell is Kaji?”

“Kaji. Kaji Scientia?”

“….who?”

“My brother?”

Dead silence again before Gladio’s shaking the head. He’s going all dry and cold on Ignis.

“Your brother.”

“Yes. You talked with him yesterday and-”

“Wow. Wow, okay, you’re saying-” sarcastic laugh. “Your brother. Twin, I suppose.”

“Well…yes?”

“Fantastic. Great. This is amazing. I thought you were better than this, Ignis. I’m very disappointed. I understand I’m not your type, but to invent a twin brother just to pretend it wasn’t you I was talking to yesterday? Wow. You, you really are incredible.”

“What?”

“Your sarcasm really knows no limits. How incredible of you.”

Ignis is about to reply, but he doesn’t get to say anything and he’s just frowning at Gladio with confusion when there’s a yell from behind the Shield.

“HEEEEY GUYS! Did he already tell you!? :D”

Gladio’s turning around.

Kaji Scientia walks towards them.

Gladio’s eyes grow so wide his eyeballs almost fall out their sockets, his jaw drops so low it almost touches his chest, and he’s turning to look at Ignis, back at brother, Ignis, brother, and continues until Kaji stands at his other side so Gladio’s standing between the Scientia Twins.

Kaji’s all naive smiles and Ignis is all sarcastic raise of an eyebrow.

It took a second.

The Citadel had never ever before witnessed a louder “WHAT THE FUCK” in all its history.

It takes literally twenty minutes before Gladio can calm enough just to listen and half comprehend.

“IGNIS YOU HAVE A BROTHER!?!?!!? IGNIS YOU HAVE A TWIIIIINNNNN!?!?!?!”

“I thought you knew!”

“YOU LET ME TALK TO YOU ALL THIS TIME LIKE YOU’RE IGNIS AND NEVER CORRECTED ME!?!!??!”

“I thought you knew!”

“I’VE SPENT AN ENTIRE YEAR WITH THE TWO OF YOU IN THE SAME PLACE AND I HAD NO IDEA!?!?!?”

“We thought you knew!”

It’s yet another half an hour before Gladio comprehends better and stops panicking.

“WAIT A- WAIT. WAIT, DOES THAT MEAN THAT-” he turns to look at Ignis. “WHAT I SAID YESTERDAY I SAID…” slowly turns to brother without making eye contact “…I-I….I-I said…to you…”

“It was ADORABLE, you have to repeat the same words to Ignis because hnngffgf.”

“Wait, what was adorable?”

“Gladio wants to conf-”

“NOTHING.”

“Kaji, what was the important thing you said-”

“NO-THING”

“Gladio’s too shy but he wants to ask you-”

“I SAID NOTHING.”

And that’s the story of how Gladio ended up wrestling with poor Kaji Scientia while Ignis smacked Gladio to force him to let go and Gladio’s confused the entire time because he’s fighting an Ignis while another Ignis fights him and how in the world.

Everybody’s making fun of him for the rest of his life.

“I am surprised you only noticed when you had both in front of you. I thought you were an Amicitia but you may as well have been adopted.”

“Dad >:’‘‘( “

“Hah, you didn’t notice before? Pscht, talk about brute.”

“NOCT >:(”

“*insert a Regis joke about this all*”

“…your Majesty :’‘(”

“What a poor eye. And you call yourself a Shield.”

“Cor, stop >:’(”

Tbh it took Gladio a while to stop feeling flustered whenever he interacts with neither of them.

He’s profoundly embarrassed for not having noticed, ofc, but he’s also personally embarrassed with Kaji for not knowing his name or proper existance, and he feels personally bad for Ignis because he doesn’t want Ignis to think he doesn’t care about his personal life, so not knowing something like the fact that he has a twin makes him ashamed of himself.

None of the brothers mind, and they’re both moved by the way Gladio takes this so personally.

“Omg he cares.”

“See, he’s a good choice, say Yes, Ignis.”

“Omg no, I can’t do that.”

“But why, don’t be shy.”

“What if I’m not what he expects?”

“OMg Ignis he’s literally dying for you, he expects nothing.”

“Hnfgnmf, Kaji I can’t.”

“But he’s such a good choice for you, don’t tell me you don’t like him.”

“Well ofc I do but-”

“His face, Ignis.”

“OMG I know he’s so handsome”

“His physic”

“Hnfgmnf yes”

“He cares”

“I KNOW”

“GO TELL HIM YES.”

Basically Kaji is the romance devil on Ignis’ shoulder who whispers to him ‘yes omg do that’ when Ignis doesn’t want to do a thing.

The twin brothers are gossiping on Gladio matters.

After the initial weeks of flustering whenever he sees any of the two, Gladio starts just laughing at the situation and rolling with it.

As time passes, he still confuses them, though.

The twins are now doing it on purpose.

Sometimes Gladio will go with one and talk with him like he’s the other, and he won’t say a thing and will see how long Gladio takes to notice he’s talking to the brother of who he thinks he’s talking to.

“Wait, you’re not Ignis.”

“Ten minutes, two seconds.”

“Why are you writing that?”

“Ignis and I are taking note of how long you take to notice you’re talking with the wrong twin.”

“Wat”

His record is five minutes forty nine seconds.

The twins literally have a list for that.

The only moments the twins break the fun is whenever Gladio wants to get affectionate (if it’s Kaji).

I forgot, ofc Ignis said yes and now they’re dating, how lovely.

So, you know, sometimes Gladio mistakes Kaji by Ignis so he’ll be chilling and talking with him, and sometimes he’ll try to grab his face and smooch, but brother always yelps out like a pterodactyl and shoves Gladio off him.

“GROSS”

“Wha- WAIT YOU’RE NOT IGNIS.”

Kaji’s ace, btw, so no troubles there.

You can understand it’s sometimes super startling for Gladio because he has for sure this is Ignis so

“Haha, aw Iggy. You really have no idea how much I love you…”

“Eeeewwww.”

“…well aren’t you the most affection- WAIT YOU’RE NOT IGNIS”

“Twenty minutes three seconds.”

“Come ‘ere, you idiot! *bear hugs and tries to kiss his face*”

“EWWWWWWWWWWWWW AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! S O M E B O D Y H E L P M EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”

“YOU’RE NOT IGNIS!”

“You’re so cute, Iggy. Come here, you moogle nose, adorable creature, sweet angel, my dearest heart, piece of my soul, part of-”

“UUUUUUGGGGH I AM DISGUSTED.”

“Wow, okay, no need to- *GASPS* YOU’RE NOT IGNIS, DAMMIT”

“Forty minutes, fifty three seconds.”

Ignis plays, too.

“So the other day I was telling him ‘So how do you expect me to know when you’re lying? You were raised a strategist, you’re too good keeping secrets but it’s not always a good thing’, you know”

“Uh huh”

“So I was like, ‘you shouldn’t be keeping things like that from me, you know I’m your boyfriend and your friend’

“Uh huh”

“And he was like all sass and class like ‘it’s not like I make any harm’ you know”

“Uh huh.”

“And then I was- ………….”

“……”

“WAIT YOU’RE NOT KAJI”

“Nineteen minutes, thirty four seconds. Also, your impression of my voice is pretty…unique.”

“So I was like ‘mother of Shiva, Noctis, you can’t do that’ but he was like ‘Eh’”

“Ah hah.”

“And the little shit almost convinces me to go to the arcade and skip training.”

“Oooh.”

“Yeah and I was like “Omg Ignis is going to be so angry at me.”

“Uh huh.”

“And it took a moment and I almost surrender but I didn’t give in to that.”

“Nice.”

“Yeah. Just don’t tell Ignis, the mere idea that I considered it will make him angry at me.”

“…..”

“….”

“….wait yOU’RE NOT KAJI.”

There was this once, omg read it

Gladio thinks he’s with Ignis and he’s ‘made sure’ according to himself, so they’re alone at the training hall and they’re a bit older and hormones are a bit crazy, okay

So some innocent smooching ended up heating up until he was making out with Ignis, and until he had the guy pressed to the wall.

And Ignis is gently biting at his lips and their tongues are a mess, and Ignis may or not have hooked a leg with Gladio’s and Astrals above the kiss is so good.

And then when they break apart it’s just for air and Gladio has the forehead resting on Ignis’ and Ignis then caresses his face and looks at him with dark eyes and some lust and then he says in almost a pur

“I’ve always had this fantasy and temptation. Always.”

“Really?”

“I’m so glad you’re giving in to it, too” so the brown haired in his arms and against the wall hugs him closer to whisper at his ear “Let’s just not tell Ignis. Okay?”

Gladio swears his heart stopped for five minutes.

Needless to say, he immediately broke apart, stared at whoever he’s holding, eyes wide and face pale, and he’s not even able to talk, he just mouths “…really?”, before the other guy gives him a little dark giggle.

Gladio fucking shoved him off himself.

“…you’re not Ignis.”

And another of those playful smiles.

He stepped away pretty roughly and only stared long and long and long before he could say or do anything.

“Kaji. Listen. This should have never…I didn’t- I don’t mean to-. Whatever you thought-…how could you do this? Pretend to be your brother, and then do this to me? And worse, you dare do this to him? Kaji, I don’t feel towards you like I feel towards him and I will never do. He’s…my only one. You look the same, but you’re not the same. So if you thought for a second that I’ve ever wanted…”

Kaji’s looking at him with teary eyes and a moved expression.

Gladio at first took it by sadness and he continued to lecture and nag him and it lasted about five entire minutes before he got an unexpected reaction.

Kaji started smiling.

It was very very clear he’s trying to contain it and he only looks at Gladio and he doesn’t seem ashamed or anything, just very very very amused and trying not to burst into laughter.

And then Gladio catches it.

“….wait…you’re-you’re…”

Scientia burst into laughter.

“Ignis! >:(”

“I’m so sorry, Gladio, dear, ahahahaha!!”

Gladio has the most perfect (ಠ ヘ ಠ) face that has ever existed.

Gladio was (`ヘ´) all the rest of that day.

Ignis had to feed him Noodles so he could talk to him again and stop being all moody.

Tbh Ignis was particularly and especially cuddly and clingy with him for the following days/weeks, so #WorthIt.

“You care (´︶`)♡”

“You know, you could have put me to test some other way, now I can’t look at your brother without feeling odd. Thank you for the trauma.”

Ignis regrets nothing.

Him and Kaji have had some good laughs about it.

Back to Gladio sometimes mistaking Kaji for Ignis and trying to be loving with him and Kaji screeching like a pterodatyl:

Every time this happens, Gladio gets super flustered.

He really doesn’t mean to mistake them, it just happens.

So he gets super flustered and embarrassed when he gets affectionate with brother.

He’ll burn red in the face like when he was sixteen, will lower the head, avoid eye contact, and be an apologizing mess.

Gladio never feels more embarrassed than in those moments.

He feels super bad and exalted.

This is Ignis’ damn own brother and Gladio almost smooches his nose, omg, earth please swallow me I cannot cope with the shame I am terrible

It’s already bad to have Kaji walking on in them cuddling

Ofc Gladio gets super mega incredibly flustered when he mistakes him for Ignis.

Gladio had no idea those levels of embarassment are possible.

They’re so big they stalk him whenever he thinks about any of those moments.

At least Kaji takes it the fun way and screeches.

Sometimes the Scientia twins like to go full fake drama on him if it happens that Ignis walked on in Gladio mistaking Kaji for him.

“*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH*”

“OMG YOU’RE NOT IGNIS”

Ignis, from the door: “*GASPS* Gladiolus!! You’re cheating on me!!”

“IGNIS! NO, I’M- *sigh* Omg please no don’t do this to me again”

“And with my own brother! :’‘(”

“Ignis, he’s forcing me!! :’‘‘(”

“Oh no! The misery! You cheat on me with my own brother and you’re forcing him into this!”

“Guys, this has never been funny >:’(”

“Oh Ignis. Brother of my blood. I cannot look at you anymore.”

“Oh, brother of my soul, do not talk like that. It was not your fault.”

“Oh, brother of my heart-”

“GUYS >:’‘(”

“- please *unnecessarily super mega dramatic* forgive me.”

“I forgive thee, brother.”

“Oooh, Ignis. You merciful soul *hugs his knees*”

“COME ON THIS IS GETTING OLD”

“Brother, shall we go and comfort each other and leave this heretic to his own luck?”

“Yes, we shall. Give me your arm.”

“Guys, please”

And that’s how the Scientia twins leave for an ice cream leaving Gladio behind just for fun.

How has Gladio not gone mad

“Excuse me, Iggy-”

“Not Iggy.”

“Sorry, Kaji. Uhm, Iggy- wait you’re Kaji.”

“Try again.”

“…so…Ignis? I- wait no, Kaj- no, wait I am confused.”

This is usual.

“Ig-”

“Not Ignis.”

“Sorry. *is about to leave* Wait. Are you sure you’re not Ignis trying fool me to think you’re not Ignis just because you’re busy?”

“You’ve got me. I’m Ignis.”

“…wait are you Kaji covering your brother?”

“*sigh* You’ve got me again. It’s Kaji here.”

“…wait.”

This is super usual.

Sometimes Kaji helps in their relationship.

He’s Ignis’ confidant, so Ignis tends to tell him most of his stuff he doesn’t talk to others.

Stuff from his relationship with Gladio, for example.

Kaji knows both mean only good for each other and that Gladio’s a good guy, but he’s also aware misunderstandings and accidents happen.

He’s also very painfully aware of how much Ignis can ignore himself or think himself obstacle or a bother, so brother understands sometimes Ignis doesn’t open up to Gladio in matters that he should and only tells Kaji.

Guess who can’t keep the mouth shut.

Kaji wants their relationship to work out bc of how aware he is that these two are sincere with each other, so he assumes it’s fine to sometimes give a hand into it.

This one day, Gladio’s going around and Ignis approaches him, looking a bit embarrassed/upset.

“Uhm…Gladio…I uhm…here.”

He’ll just hand a folded paper and leave.

The note contains a polite message from Ignis saying something like ‘It’s all okay, but I didn’t like your comment about (X) last night. It made me feel a little sad. Sorry I tell you via this. I’m not upset, I only wanted to let you know. - Your Iggy’.

Did I mention Kaji has mastered how to fake Ignis’ handwriting and that that was not Ignis?

Gladio’s usually going to look for Ignis, apologize, and hug him.

Ignis has literally no idea it’s Kaji’s doing.

This is usual.

It doesn’t really matter; things get solved and his relationship with Gladio improves.

And the best part is that this eventually gives Ignis the confidence so he himself opens up to Gladio later in the future.

Best brother award goes to Twin Brother.

After entire years dealing with the Scientia twins messing with him both accidentally and on purpose, there’s a point where Gladio hits the limits that are past his limits and he can’t deal with this anymore.

“YOU TWO DO SOMETHING, YOU’RE TWENTY AND STILL LOOK THE SAME, OMFG, CHANGE STYLES, NE OF YOU BECOME GOTH OR SOMETHING, OR CUT YOUR HAIR, OR WEAR LENSES, OR SOMETHING, YOU CANNOT BE TWENTY AND STILL BE IDENTICAL FFS.”

“You’re right. It’s supposed that once we hit adulthood we’re supposed to shift and transform and look entirely different from our TWIN BROTHER.”

“Do not sass me, Ignis >:(”

“I am not Ignis.”

“DO NOT SASS ME, KAJI.”

“No, I am Kaji, he tricked you.”

“THAT’S IT, I’M DONE.”

Gladio’s grabbing the first one he reaches and starts messing with him.

Thing is this Scientia’s offering fight, so they end up wrestling and the event repeats itself and Gladio ends up wrestling one while the other smacks him, except this time he has no idea who is who.

Gladio didn’t reach to hurt, he aimed to mess with the hair.

“Ew Gladiolus what are you doing!? Let go of me, no, no!! What are y- eewww, why saliva!! Stop it this instant, I’m going to- kfgjnf, no!! What are you doing to my hair, stop!!”

And that’s the story of how Gladio invented Ignis’ sticking-upwards hairstyle.

This is the only way he can difference the Scientia twins from afar, understand him.

….sometimes the twins exchange hairstyles during a day.

You know what’s also very usual?

“Not that I complain or anything, Gladio, but all this talk on what you’re planning to get Ignis for his birthday makes me feel a little left out. You forgot mine.”

“*GASPS* NO WAY, KAJI, ARE YOU SERIOUS!? When was it!?”

“You don’t remember? ;(”

“Kaji, no, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I forgot, I’m-”

“….”

“…”

“You goddamn idiot, your birthday is the same fucking day.”

Kaji likes to make a drama out of what Gladio gifts him on their birthday.

“Of course. Ignis’ is better.”

“Of course not, just the thematic is different.”

“OF COURSE. Who says I don’t want a gift like that?”

“Kaji, he’s my boyfriend, I can’t gift you the same things.”

“Yes of course, because nobody loves poor Kaji.”

“Kaji you’re asexual.”

“Leave me alone to die out of loneliness and isolation.”

Just as a side note, imagine Scientia twins musical duo

I THINK I’M BREATHING FOR THESE BROTHERS I’m loving the visuals omfg.

Gladio likes but also hates when both brothers pamper him just to mess with him.

Like he has Ignis kissing his face and Kaji stroking his hair.

He has Ignis playfully biting at his ear and Kaji massaging his hand.

He has Ignis hugged to a side and Kaji to the other. Well, they are hugging him.

He has Ignis piggy-back style and Kaji’s clinging from his leg.

Ignis is smooching his face and he’s got Kaji koala-hugged to his back.

Too much love.

They’re identical.

Stop.

Romantically, Gladio loves only Ignis.

Visually, the gods damn, he has a pleasure buffet when he sees the Scientia twins together.

Kaji trained for Crownsguard too, so while not acrobatic like Ignis, he’s got the same body, basically.

Kaji’s identical to his boyfriend, were you expecting for Gladio to not like him at least visually?

Omfg how dare are these brothers so attractive.

You know the kind of impossible fantasies people have, as in, the one fantasy (in any sense) that they know impossible so it’s not a goal? Only just that, an impossible fantasy? As in something very wild they know they won’t look for, just fantasize about?

Gladio’s is, but of course, having these two for threesome.

Again, that’s only in his mental archives of Impossible Fantasies, not a goal and certainly not something he’ll die without.

Still, imagine the possibilities.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Maybe they Scientia agree.

I wanted to do Sister too, but I gave all my imagination to Brother so currently I don’t have things for Sis :(

But I have to point this out:

Gladio’s very, very, v e r y flustered about Ignis’ twin sister because

“This is what Ignis looks like. WITH BOOBS.”

You can tell Gladio’s constantly avoiding her because he turns red and all idiot and fights not to stare at her boobs.

It’s not her boobs, it’s not them why he’s staring.

It’s the idea of “this is what Ignis looks like boobiefied” what has him staring.

But ofc he can’t explain that to Twin Sister. But also can’t lie with “I like your boobs”.

I mean he likes them.

But it’s not that why he’s-

See, this is the kind of mess Gladio’s trying to avoid.

…Gladio may or may not have the same impossible fantasy here.

Do not judge me, have you looked at the Scientia twins!?!? Geez.

Hahaha, imagine Sis cuts her hair short.

So she looks even more like Iggy now.

“THIS IS WHAT IGNIS LOOKS LIKE WITH BOOBS.”

Why is Gadio thinking so much about that, anyway

This was so much fun to write, you literally don’t have an idea how much I enjoyed it, ahahah, aaaaaaaaaaah!!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS GOLDEN ENTRY, I’m loving all the visuals and I hope you did so too! o(≧▽≦)o

PS: ‘Kaji’ means Fire in japanese, or so said the internet. :)

Edit: Look at these two arts for the Scientia twins! Here & here!

#one of my favorite gladnis asks #this was so much fun omfg #the scientia twins are all sass and jokes #poor gladio #i adore this au #thank you so much yuu #this is so pretty #i hope i did it justice #yay gladnis!#ignis with a twin #coon's favorites #coon answers #coon stories #coon writes

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Hi. Love your blog and your personality. Was thinking that the body swap of deveo and dominic is a bit similar to that of reverse flash and harrison wells in season 1. Also if it is deveo's powers that destroyed his body would it not do the same to dominic's body since he transferred his powers to him?

Thank you, you’re so sweet! I didn’t think about the Wells/Thawne switch, but that makes sense. I do think that it’s possible Dominic’s body will begin to deteriorate as well, but Devoe did say it was precisely Dominic’s powers that allowed the mind to transfer. So perhaps we can hope that Dominic can hold out?

@eboniangelvibez said:

I have so many questions after the mid-season finale of ⚡️? I knew they were going to frame Barry for DeVoe’s murder, but that Brainstorm twist....Is Brainstorm still alive? If so, could he potentially take back control of his body? Are Iris and Marlize going to interact in 4x10? Is Enlightenment a form of mind control? What is the true endgame? How do the other bus metas fit into it?

I hope Brainstorm’s still alive! I want him to be instrumental in helping Barry stop Devoe by taking back his own power. I think Iris and Marlize may be interacting soon, and I honestly can’t wait.

As for the rest of the plan... I’m not gonna think too hard on it lest the writers disappoint me, lmao.

if Iris is going to be pregnant by season's end i hope they at least give us a love scene/post-coital scene when Barry gets released from prison! i mean, come on. that would be useful.

LMAO, you wanna see those babies made? I understand.

looks very likely to me that Iris will be pregnant by the end of the season, and i think we'll get a happy ending finale this time, actually, with them finding out it's twins. and you know what, that puts their birth right around The Flash's 100th episode next year. too perfect. (i hope they move the crossovers to a different time next season).

We deserve that happy ending! And I can imagine they might use the next crossover for the twins... Just so long as no one else steals their baby delivering thunder this time rofl.

Untill they find out Barry's the Flash he can basically vibrate in and out the prison. That's probably how we see some of those filming pics of him as Flash

Just so long as the prison doesn’t have cameras or alert guards, haha.

So according to justjardjr DP has finished filming for the flash as of last Monday December 4th. Is that just for her character you think? Cause they're still filming the show as of today. I'm just wondering if the flash will have the same break as SG and whether or not CP is done filming too. What do you think?

JJJ was wrong, because Danielle was on set again last night. Flash’s break starts on Dec. 16th.

@eboniangelvibez said:

Tati, I believe Todd Helbing said at SDCC that S4 and 5 of Fl@sh was already mapped out...? Given the promo for 4x10 do you think that S5 could be about whether metas are innately good or evil?

That thought hadn’t occurred to me, but I like it.

Wow, someone (or several someones) must be really upset about that double wedding -- with The Flash account tweeting the gift unwrapping scene. It seems uncharacteristically petty. (Hopefully this leads to a 5th wedding ceremony, 4th wedding dress) This is what I was afraid of when the double wedding spoilers came out; the 2 couples (who really have nothing to do with each other) being pit against each other.

Fandoms can’t wait to be pitted against each other, lol. That’s why they fall for it every time.

How is it that Arr*ow has such low ratings and so many fans protest to Olic*ty on the show and yet Olic*ty seems so popular in polls and online? The numbers just don’t seem to add up to me?

Fanbase passion =/= total viewership. If anything, the shows with the largest viewership don’t actually have loud fanbases. TBBT doesn’t ever dominate polls, and This Is Us certainly isn’t doing so right now.

so i feel like Supergirl's bizarre scheduling move is due to the fact that show is obviously on production delays now due to Kreisberg's firing. my question is why do you think this isn't true for The Flash as well, since I thought that Kreisberg was more involved in that show than the others? is it because Todd Helbing is actually in more control over there than we thought? or because they had planned the whole season out earlier on, like they said over the summer?

Supergirl has an extra week of winter break this year, but otherwise doesn’t seem to be far back in its production. AJK had the most control on The Flash and Supergirl, but it’s possible that Todd has been or is being internally promoted to sole showrunner vs. them finding someone new for SG. I don’t know the machinations, I just know that SG isn’t actually that far behind on production - one week wouldn’t set them back much.

I know people are thinking Wally is the one moving to LOT, but I've also seen some speculation for Caitlin as well & I could see that as well since they did have her interacting with most of the LOT cast during the crossover & because of her storyline in the last episode where she questions whether or not she's useful without her powers. I also feel like if they did move Wally it would be to the titans show since Kid Flash has actually been a member of the titans.

Keiynan was seen on the Legends set a few weeks ago, that’s the only reason I think it’s him. But Caitlin/KF makes sense storyline wise too.

#the flash #arrow for ts #supergirl for ts #eboniangelvibez #hijaysworld #anonymous #tatiana's thoughts #more asks under the cut #long post for ts

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followmetoyourdoom · 7 years ago

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Halloweening // Chpt 3 - Opposite Sides

Final chapter for Iristo weekend, and I’m starting to wish i had thought about the title for more than 2 seconds but oh well. Prompts are Halloween Candy, check; Movie Night, ...kinda check; and Opposites, ...I mean, it’s Iristo, they’re opposites by nature. Anyway, here it is.

Read it on ao3 or below:

Everyone met up around an hour later, Praxina smirking subtly, Nathaniel's cat ears mysteriously missing. Auriana's makeup was smudged and Talia seemed to have loosened up a lot more, though she still refused to wear a costume. As for Iris and Mephisto, they were laughing and giggling together as if they'd been friends their whole life.

"Woah," Nathaniel said in awe as Mephisto and Iris walked over. "Where did you get that costume from? It's exactly like in the show."

"Magic," Mephisto replied.

Iris' eyes went wide and she stepped in front of Mephisto, pushing him behind her. "Haha, yes, magic sure, pfft, as if. No, Mephisto is just uh…" She struggled to find an answer, but there really was no explanation.

"It's okay, I get it," Nate held his hands up. "I flaked out on you, I'm glad you've got someone to match with. Though this means you're the only vampire now, Prax," he said, turning to her.

The other three girls exchanged a look. Since when was Nathaniel on nickname terms with Praxina?

She shrugged. "He can dress up as a Paloofian swamp monster for all I care."

Nathaniel snickered. He didn't quite know what a 'paloofian' swamp monster was, but it did not sound flattering. "Still, I wish I could whip up a quick vampire costume."

"I have a spare set of teeth," Praxina offered, magicking a set into the hand behind her back.

The human boy took them with a grin. "Perfect! I can be a member of some sort of secret vampire cult. You'd be the leader of course," he added with a wink.

Iris rolled her eyes and dragged Mephisto away. Sure, he made an effort for her. This was worse than Missy latching onto him every second, luckily it would just be for the night. And at least she had Mephisto to comfort her for the time being.

"Time for trick or treating?" Mephisto suggested hopefully.

Iris chuckled and squeezed his arm. "Sure. You got something to put the candy in?"

Mephisto gestured to his mouth with a grin.

At this Iris had to snort. "You won't fit it all in there. Or, more than likely, you'll make yourself sick trying to eat it all."

"Is that a challenge, Princess?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Definitely not! Also we," she gestured to Auriana and Talia who were chatting by the festival entrance, "usually pool candy and share it."

Mephisto stopped wiggling his eyebrows and raised them in contempt instead. "Share?"

"Yeah when you give stuff out eq-"

"I know what sharing is," he interrupted. "I just don't do it. I'm evil, remember?"

Iris suddenly remembered everything he'd done to the contrary. How much he cared for his sister, how he'd complimented her, how much he seemed to be enjoying not being evil for once. "Sure," she said with a knowing smile.

Mephisto sighed heavily and subtly magicked one of the pumpkin baskets he saw people carrying into his hand. "There, happy now?"

She peered inside the basket. "I'd be happier if this didn't already have candy in."

"What sort of villain would I be if I didn't steal candy from a baby?" he quipped with a smirk, but he did click his fingers and return the basket to it's own, making up his own basket out of thin air. "There. Now are you happy?"

"Make me one too?" she asked sweetly, giving him puppy dog eyes and smiling up at him.

In the end, he ended up making one for everyone and they began making their way along the main street. As their made their way to the first house, Iris stopped suddenly and gestured to Mephisto to lower himself to her level. She whispered something in his ear and he grinned widely, excitement shining in his eyes.

Nathaniel tilted his head slightly. "I wonder what they're talking about."

"Knowing my brother, either Iris just told him the location of an oracle gem, or just suggested something very very dumb."

"Oracle gem?" Nate asked, confused.

Praxina waved her hand nonchalantly. "The powerful gems that make up the crown of Ephedia. Me and my brother need to collect them and give them to Gramorr in order to defeat the princesses."

Now Nathaniel was even more confused. "Was… was that the backstory that went with the vampire costumes?" he suggested hopefully, ringing the doorbell.

She looked up at him and grinned, showing off her modified teeth. "So she hasn't told you, interesting…" Perhaps Mephisto was right, hanging out with the princesses and their human friend was indeed proving to be an invaluable source of intel. "I'll tell you later," she promised.

Nathaniel was about to thank her when - just as the door opened - Iris and Mephisto ran forwards. They jumped up into the air, perfectly synchronised, and landed in a superhero pose in front of the open door.

"Ladybug!"

"And Chat Noir!"

They said the last part together: "Here to save the day!"

The owners of the house they were at clapped enthusiastically, handing over almost triple the amount of candy they'd been giving everyone else. They never expected a show!

Mephisto grinned as he passed Praxina. "Look at all this candy!" he stage whispered, shaking the basket at her. Praxina rolled her eyes, uncaring until Mephisto continued with, "I bet I get more candy that you do."

Her head snapped around and she glared at him, then marched right up to the front door.

"Give me all your candy!" she demanded, eyes glowing.

The family laughed. "Oh noooo, the vampire is mind controlling us!" The woman holding the candy bowl slowly tipped it into her basket. "Whatever shall we do!" She stopped abruptly and patted Praxina on the cheek. "Is that enough dearie? Here we'll give some to your boyfriend too."

"He's not my boyfriend!" Praxina spluttered, taking her candy and running back down the drive without sparring Nathaniel a glance.

How dare these humans treat her like that and assume-

"Aw you did get more candy than me," Mephisto pouted, looking into her basket. He grabbed Iris' hand and ran to the next house. "We'll beat you in the end though!" he called behind him.

Praxina narrowed her eyes.

Nathaniel walked up behind Praxina and waved his basket at her. "I tried that mind control thing you did and got loads of candy too, not as much, but still." He chuckled, "We should try it together." He gestured to Iris and Mephisto. "Your brother is teaming up with Iris to get more candy, who says we can't do the same."

"Very well…" Praxina said slowly as Auriana whooped in the background, having just received her candy. "But we are not pretending to be a couple."

"I never even suggested that," Nathaniel said quickly. "Why… were you thinking about it?"

Praxina's face turned red. "NO!" She regained her composure and flicked her hair over her shoulder. "Let's just… go."

Iris and Mephisto were already halfway down the street by the time everyone else caught up to them and now had several baskets of sweets, not knowing whose were whose but not really caring all that much. Mephisto had accepted the idea of pooling their candy in the name of beating Praxina, and Iris was happy to say it was all Mephisto's provided they shared in the end. The arrangement just worked, especially since Praxina was stubbornly keeping her candy separate from Nathaniel's.

There was a mad dash to hit every single house they could, Iris giving Mephisto an advantage by knowing the fastest route around the entire neighbourhood. But Nathaniel gave Praxina the same advantage.

"Shall we just go home?" Auriana suggested as she and Talia sat on a street bench, watching the two couples run around like headless chickens.

"I thought you'd never ask," Talia muttered, standing up.

Most of the other trick or treaters had gone home by now, and houses were starting to run out of candy, Iris receiving a questionable single sweet and Mephisto an apple. As soon as the door closed, he dropped his smile and the apple.

"I think that was the last one," Iris mused as Mephisto struggled under seven or so baskets of candy.

"Good," he muttered, "I don't think I can hold anymore."

Iris gasped as she almost dropped one of hers. "Nope me neither. And you wanted to just put it all in your mouth."

"You say that like I still don't."

"Nu-uh, half for me, remember?" Iris pouted and Mephisto laughed good-naturedly, not a trace of malice in his voice.

He bumped shoulders with her. "I remember, Princess. Now let's get out of here." Without a second's pause, Mephisto teleported the pair around the back of Aunt Ellen's house on the pier, setting the candy down on the floor.

As he began counting and sorting, separating the candy into two equal piles, Iris bit her lip.

"Do you also remember how I suggested that you watch Miraculous Ladybug when you had some down time?"

"I do," Mephisto said without looking up.

She looked back at the house, her head screaming at her for what she was about to say, but her heart cheering her on. "Would you like to watch it with me? Now? In the house?"

This time he did look up, confusion etched on his face. "Why are you asking?"

Iris shrugged and sat down crossed legged in front of the pile of candy. "Because Auriana wants to watch scary movies and they bore me. Because I won't be able to carry all this candy inside on my own. Because I know you'd love the show with all the villains." Because I'm not ready to go back to being enemies.

Just as Mephisto was about to reply, Praxina teleported next to him and he yelped, falling into the water.

The lack of Nathaniel concerned Iris. "You didn't kill him, did you?"

"Of course not," Praxina snapped. "He went home, and I came to fetch my brother." She dumped her baskets of candy on the floor. "And to settle our little contest." She surveyed the pile of candy, clearly bigger than her own. "Which I seem to have lost," she muttered, tongue clicking in annoyance.

"THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME OUT OF THE WATER, IRIS." Mephisto's voice from the water called out. "THANK YOU FOR SAYING SORRY, PRAXINA."

"You can fly."

"You can teleport."

Neither girl was impressed, though Iris was smiling and leant over to give him a hand up.

Mephisto smirked, an evil glint in his eyes. "You shouldn't have done that, Princess." He reached up for her hand, but instead of letting her pull him up, he pulled her into the water after him.

Iris shrieked and lost her balance, grabbing onto the only thing she could - Praxina's leg.

The two girls tumbled off the pier and crashed into the water, coughing and spluttering to the surface. Praxina teleported back onto dry land immediately, face twisted and distorted into a look of pure outrage. Mephisto caught Iris underwater and teleported next to Praxina, keeping a firm hold of the Princess.

"I should hand you over to Gramorr right now for that!" Praxina spluttered, trying to ring her hair out.

"But you won't," Iris assured her, trying not to think about Mephisto's arm under her knees or the hand on her back sending shivers up her spine. "You wouldn't be able to teleport both me and the candy to Ephedia."

The was a pause as both twins weighed up the piles of candy. "She has a point."

"Shut up, Mephisto."

There was a longer, more drawn out pause which Iris eventually broke by wiggling out of Mephisto's arms, her mask close to revealing her blush. "Look," she said with folded arms, facing the two twins, "you two can either stay out here in the cold, wet through, with some candy. Or, you can help me carry this lot inside and we can share it all and watch cartoons. And then you can sleep in a nice warm bed under a roof instead of the cave Mephisto told me you live in."

That did indeed sound like a very tempting offer. Especially since they'd have the chance to snoop if they got into the house.

"Only I'll need to get Talia to make sure there's some sort of magical contract sorted out so you can't attack us while we're asleep," Iris mused. "I'm certain I read something about a binding spell."

Klatznik. So much for snooping.

Mephisto and Praxina exchanged a look. "We'll talk about it and protect the candy while you go get Talia, just in case," Mephisto finally said.

Iris nodded and ran off, the protective barrier shimmering as she passed through it.

"So."

The twins sighed.

"You want to watch the stupid human show and eat the stupid human candy and go to sleep in the stupid human bed, don't you?" Praxina muttered, eyes fixed on the house.

Mephisto nodded, looking in the same direction. "And so do you."

"Gramorr will demand to know where we've been."

"He'll demand that anyway," Mephisto said through gritted teeth. "We can always lie. Intel, remember."

Praxina pursed her lips. "Wouldn't entirely be a lie. I have intel on the smoothie human."

Mephisto snorted. "Oh yeah, like his favourite colour? I'm sure Gramorr will appreciate that little tidbit of information, it'll certainly come in handy when he's trying to defeat the princesses and take over Ephedia."

"We can use him against Iris, idiot," Praxina shot. "Also his favourite colour is aqua," she continued, much quieter.

"So are we doing this or not?" Mephisto asked as he noticed the girls leave the house.

Another glance at the candy, an overview of the house and the princesses, a look out of the corner of her eyes at her brother who was shivering, a puddle of water at his feet.

Perhaps it was Nathaniel's influence, perhaps is was her own sisterly instincts kicking in, but either way, words that had followed her every since that fated day returned with a vengeance. The words wove their way through the strings of black magic and nestled against her heart, sending them up up up until she could hear her Papi almost as clear as day in her head: You two have to take care of each other now, you're all the other has left.

"Let's do this, brother."

#lolirock #iristoweekend #iristo #praxaniel #taliana #yeah i know it's for iristo week but i had to okay #my writing

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kitxy · 7 years ago

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10 Questions #4, 5, 6, 7

Rules: Always post the rules, answer the questions given to you, then write 10 questions of your own, and tag some friends!

This post is so long, sorry about that!

I was tagged by @pixeltown, thank you ( ‾́ ◡ ‾́ ).

1)What’s the worst thing you’ve eaten out of politeness?

When I met the boyfriend of my best friend, she cooked a stew for us. It was buuueee. I didn’t wanna tell my friend when her boyfriend was.

2)When was the most inappropriate time you busted out in laughter?

I don’t know, probably at the lectures.

3)What is your favorite type of build/house on ts4?

I like a house with a Tudor style.

4)Favorite object on ts4?

Ice-cream maker!

5)What is your favorite piece of clothing?

Jeans! JEANS! I love jeans!

6)Do you believe in Aliens?

Yes! I think that we are not alone in this world. Somewhere in this or in another universe there is life. I'm scared to think that we are alone in this world. Imagine what a great space and we are alone. Fearfully!

7)What is the last thing you drank?

Green tea.

8)When is your birthday?

4 june.

9)Who is your favorite singer?

I don’t know. So many good singers. I can’t choose. I like many singers.

10)What serie do you like best?

The Big Bang Theory.

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And I was tagged by @greenfooddog, thank you (*^‿^*).

1. What is one video game you play besides sims?

Skyrim.

2. Where do you find inspiration for your blog content?

In music. I find inspiration there for everything. I would not be able to live fully without music.

3. If Sims only let you play as a single character for the duration of your game (first person, RPG style) which of your sims would you choose to be?

Iris Greenwood. This is probably understandable, because she is the founder of my legacy and I wanted to play this sim.

4. Which supernatural character type is your favorite? (Werewolf, Vampire, Alien, Witch, Zombie)

Zombie. I wrote this before. I like games and movies with a zombies.

5. Have you ever made CC?

Nope.

6. What is your ratio of sims accidentally killed to intentionally killed?

It's sad when sims die. But sometimes it is necessary for the plot or makes the game just more realistic.

7. Are there any activities you do try to do while playing sims? (i.e. I like to clean and read when playing Sims 2 and waiting on load screens)

Oooh, I have a bad habit. I can’t do only one thing. I have to do several things at the same time, otherwise I get bored. Even at work I can’t concentrate, if I do only one thing.

8. Which expansion (or possible pack) is better: Pets or Seasons?

OMG, ooh... I think... Pets. I really love animals. They are so cute and I miss them in the Sims.

9. If you had to live in one of the worlds or neighborhoods (any game installment), which would it be?

In the sims I’d like to live in Windenburg. I like such old European cities.

10. Have you ever created a person you know or a celebrity and played them in the sims? (i.e. I once made my former best friend’s family in Sims 2, but I didn’t give her step dad any character points because I didn’t know him and I forgot to include her little brother at all *cries*.)

Oh, yeah! I created all my friends and family. A couple of times the city was completely populated by my friends and friends and played. It's strange, but funny.

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And @myglitterysims, thank you °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

1. What’s your most embarrassing moment?

Haha... If I eat soy sauce, I get an allergy around my mouth. Small pimples like irritation. It was at the wedding of friends. In the evening before the wedding my mother cooked something with soy sauce, and I did not know about it. I had a slight allergy. I stood at the wedding with my friend, and not far away from us guys. One of them I liked. And... My friend looks at me and says loudly: "Yes, you shaved your mustache!" All the guys turned sharply and looked at me. I blushed and said, "What mustache? I'm allergic!" I still do not know why she said that. (I've never had a mustache.)

2. What would be your perfect day? Plan it out from breakfast to bedtime.

This day I would spend in nature with all my friends. Evening campfire with a guitar. On the sea or in the mountains.

3. How do you like to be comforted when you’re sad or upset?

The last time I cried from stress at work and studying, just could not stand it. And the man because of whom I cried for the last time is my ex-bf.

4. What’s your favorite memory?

August. Night. Sea. A meteor shower. Walk barefoot on the sand. The sea makes a loud noise, but it calms. I feel calm and satisfied.

5. Who was the last person who made you cry and why?

Ex-bf. We had a complicated relationship.

6. If money was no object, what would you buy?

I would solve all my and my family problems.

7. Which celeb would you want as your BFF and why?

Dunno.

8. Which family member are you closest to?

My mom. She is the best. She always supports me and worries about me. I know that she always needs me and she always waits for me. I love her.

9. Where do you want to travel?

Recently I want to visit New York on Broadway.

10. What’s one thing most people don’t know about you?

Approximately 2 times a year I have outbreaks of depression. They are so strong that I don’t wanna live. Only my family and good friends know about it. Now you too. ______________________________________________________________

And @hazel-bazel-sims, thank you (☆▽☆).

1. If you could marry any NPS from all the sims games, who would it be?

Mmm... Joaquin Le Chien, I like this guy.

2. Who is your favorite Sims Youtuber?

The Sim Supply

3. Is CC or Mods a must have for you? If yes, which Mods are your favorite and tag your favorite CC Creator!

My must have is command center, but I sure, I already have it. ;)

Favorite CC Creators: @blogsimplesimmer @chocolatemuffintop.

4. Alpha or Maxis Match?

Maxis Match.

5. Which sims pack do you wish we had in the sims 4?

Pets.

6. What’s the weirdest thing you have done in the sims?

I dunno. My plot for the Sims is always some strange.

7. What games do you play when you’re not playing the sims?

Skyrim.

8. What is your favorite food?

Ice cream. I always love a different taste.

9. Do you have any pets?

Yes, I have a cat. But the cat lives with the parents, but I'm in another city, but is it the same?

10. In all your years playing the sims, when did you play it the most?

I played a lot and spent time in the sims at 13-15 years.

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Yeah! I’ve done it!

My questions ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶.

1) Zodiac sign?

2) Your dream?

3) What would you like to learn?

4) Does fear of public opinion stop you?

5) Do you consider yourself a beautiful person?

6) Do you believe in love at first sight?

7) What was the best dream you had?

8) How many followers do you have?

9) Are you an extrovert or an introvert?

10) Who in your life influenced you the most?

I tag: @sundaessims @foreversimsxo @lilplummerbob @jcherellej @simsdork @kikacute��@simsluname and everybody who want do to it. I hope you enjoy it! (✧ω✧)

#tag

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mrevaunit42 · 7 years ago

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Hello everyone, Mr.E wishing you a fantastic day and week and hope it’s going great for you!

So first off, happy birthday to @hipster-rapunzel and @xxinfamousxx321 WOOO! HAPPY BIRTHDAY (throws confetti)

so this is my birthday gift to @hipster-rapunzel who wanted me to write a story about an oc i previously told her about. so i was like alright and here it is.

So this is just a little thing i wrote, it’s okay in terms of writing because I didn’t want to world build too much but the basic premise is a girl is attending a magical school but has been stuck in the remedial class *Which she is the only one student in* for the last 6 years because her magic isn’t strong or even functioning properly. Magic here operates under different styles and is created through a combination of focus and imagination. its a lot to explain.

so that’s really it. I mean if you all like it, maybe i could more into details but for now, this story is just it. So have an amazing week, stay awesome and here we go. You are about to read one of the oldest OCs I ever came up with. I hope you enjoy!

@artgirllullaby @hains-mae

The village was quiet as the sun slowly rose into the sky. People were sleepily making their way out of their houses, tiredly rubbing at their eyes while greeting each other with a lazy wave or grunt.

“Heads up everyone, it's 7:45!” Someone called from the window

Everyone gave a sleepy nod as they shuffled this way and that, hiding in any little nooks and crannies that they could find. Some took shelter behind carts or against walls while the sound of hurried and panicked footsteps against the cobble road filled the air.

“Morning everyone!” a 16 year old girl called out to everyone in the square as she sped her way past.

“Morning Penny” the square replied.

Petunia Allison Maxwell or as she preferred, Penny, was once again late to class though she wasn't too worried. This wasn't the first time and she doubt it'd be the last.

Penny's stormy gray eyes darted back and forth as she made her way through, her hand a frantic blur while she waved hello to every single person she could manage to spot.

“Mr. Turner, Miss Audery, Mister Stevens, Bob.”

“Penny” Bob replied, the massive giant of man gave a slight nod before continuing on his way.

Penny skidded to a stop in front of the bakery, her medium length midnight purple hair swaying back and forth as she took a long deep inhale of the freshly made bread that wafted through the air.

“Late again Penny?” a friendly voice called out as an older man of 40 with black hair and a thick mustache walked out of the backroom carrying the latest batch of pastries, gently placing them on top of the counter.

Penny gave a sheepish smile, shrugging innocently as she approached the register “It's not considered late if it's a daily thing, right Mr. Athos?”

The older man simply shook his head “I'm pretty sure the school won't see it that way. Hey I noticed a lot of students were heading out earlier than usual. Anything special today?”

Penny gave a nervous chuckle “It's PE day.”

“P...E? Like physical education?”

“Oh no no no, it stands for Practical Exam” Penny explained “It's the only way to get into a higher class.”

“Ooooh right, Cyn was tell me about that last night. Didn't explain it as well as you did though. You think this is going to be your year Penny?”

Penny sighed tiredly “I sure hope so. 6 years stuck in the same place isn't exactly great for an up and coming spellcaster you know?”

Mr. Athos gave a reassuring nod “I'm sure you'll be great. Here, one Bear claw for the studious young lady.”

“thanks!” Penny beamed cheerfully

“And one moldy, three old day bread for bribing.” Mr. Athos handed over a carefully wrapped package which Penny took gingerly.

“Awesome, you're the best! Wish me luck! Bye Mr. Athos!”

“Good bye Petunia”

“DON'T CALL ME THAT!” She shouted in response as she ran out of view.

Penny could feel the beads of sweet run down the back of her neck as Merlin's Academy for the Magical Arts came into view.

The school was surrounded by large, intimidating iron bars that seemed to stretch high towards the sky. The buildings ranged from short and squat to towering skyscrapers that leaned a little too dangerously to one side. Each one was painted a different color represent one of the different magical arts and the lessons one could expect to find within their hallowed walls.

Not that Penny actually knew what was inside each of the building....

“Almost there” Penny told herself, huffing and puffing “Almost there!”

Crash.

Penny let out a frustrated groan as she found herself face first against a watery clear surface that appeared out of nowhere. Ripples spread out from where Penny's face made impact.

“Oh come on!” Penny whined, rubbing her aching nose.

“Well” A booming, gruff voice called out as the sounds of stone scrapping pavement became louder and louder “That's what happens when people are late for school.”

“Well....” Penny shrank into herself as a figure waddled out of the security booth.

It was a massive creature made out of stone. Its face was smooth and life-like despite being made of rock. Two large carved teeth protruded out of its lower jaw, its eyes were smooth and pupil-less though she could feel its stare on her. Two stubby, short horns fit neatly under his little blue cap, its body was muscular under the pale blue uniform and obviously the one feature the artist went to great lengths to perfect. Penny gulped anxiously as its two bat-like wings basked her in their shadow as the creature scooted forward on its circular base.

“Why are we late today Petunia?” The gargoyle asked in an exhausted tone.

“It's Penny Bart” the teen answered with a finger raised high “And my alarm clock broke.”

The creature nodded in disbelief “I thought you fixed that yesterday.”

“A hydra destroyed my bathroom.”

“Those hydras are quite troublesome...and don't live in the village.”

“Would you believe that I'm just lazy?”

“Oh definitely” Bart agreed “You know every time you lie, you get another freckle on your face?”

“Don't say that I have too many already! Come on Bart, let me through! It's PE day and I need to get to Miss Hart's class before she decides just to flunk me.”

Bart let out a bellowing chuckle “You're late Penny, those are the rules.”

Penny sighed dramatically “I guess I'll just take this moldy bread and feed it to one of the river statues. They love the treats I bring them.”

Bart smacked his lips hungrily “I mean....it would be a shame if you were to forced to stay in the remedial class just because you couldn't take the exam.”

“thank you!” Penny beamed as she tossed the disgusting treat high into the air and taking a step back.

Without warning, Bart unfurled his wings and took off high into the sky, spiraling after the snack before munching down on it with a mighty crunch.

The world shook violently as Bart crashed back to earth with a deep thud, embedding himself a good foot into the ground.

“Okay Penny” Bart sighed contently “You may pass....after the checklist.”

“Yes yes, I am wearing my standard issue uniform” She gestured to her long white sleeved collared shirt, light blue vest, black skirt with black socks and loafers “And I have my pencil and my insurance card.”

“Check and check” Bart nodded “Okay, good luck Penny.”

“Thanks!” Penny replied, her face shining brightly before falling into panic once again “I'm totally going to fail....”

Penny's mad dash resumed as she passed by the beautiful, 2 story red building of the alchemical laboratory and made her way to a little tiny shack far off to the side away from any sort of civilization, its paint peeling and revealing an earth brown color scheme that would've never worked in any sort of environment.

She was nearly at the door when she noticed a familiar person awkwardly shuffling towards the same location.

Penny dug her heels in as hard as she could and nearly tumbled forward from her sudden stop. She could feel her heart beating loudly in her chest as the person turned around slowly.

It was a boy about her age with messy black hair and the coolest shades ever covering his eyes. He wore the dark brown version of the school's blazer/dress pants instead of the unoriginal black with a reddish brown tie.

He tilted his head back and forth almost like he was trying to hear for something though his gaze never fell on the unmoving Penny.

“Phil?” the boy called “Phil, is someone here?”

A squawk replied from the boy's shoulder as a pudgy, stout but beautiful gold and crimson colored bird cried out in response “AH somebody's here, somebody's here!”

Penny glared deeply at the bird, putting a finger on her lips in an attempt to silence the bird but there was an evil twinkle in Phil's gold iris

“It's Petuniaaaaa”

Penny clenched her fist angrily as a chuckle escaped the boy's mouth.

“Penny, is that you?”

“Heeeeey Fredrick!” Penny nervously answered, already feeling her cheeks burn brightly “How are you doing good old buddy old pal?

“Haha I'm good. Heading to class” Fredrick gestured to thin air on his left rather than the building on his right “And you? Late as always.”

“W-well I...personally wouldn't say...late...per....say”

“So late it is.” Fredrick grinned mischievously

Penny sighed in response “Yeeeeeeah Fredrick. Today's PE day and I...just couldn't sleep”

“Well, Petunia, I'm sure you'll do fine”

“It's Penny Fredrick”

“No” Fredrick scratched his chin thoughtfully “I think it's Petunia. It's easy to get confused since you keep calling me Fredrick.”

Penny's flush worsen “I...”

“So I'll call you Penny and you call me Fred, deal?”

“Deal” Penny mumbled.

Phil snickered at Penny's discomfort.

Penny bit her lip, taking a slow, deep breath. She couldn't strangle Phil despite the syrupy urge to. Seeing eye birds were expensive and she didn't want Fred to wander the halls helplessly.

“So, since we're late” Fred spoke up “I think we should get going. See you around Penny.”

“Bye Fredr...Fred!” Penny corrected herself before giving him the most enthusiastic wave she could muster.

Fred chuckled once more as he groped for the door's handle and disappeared down the hall within.

Penny smacked herself “He's blind! Why did I wave at him?! Ugh I'm going to kill that stupid bird. After the test.”

Penny sighed and pulled open the front door only to find herself staring at an empty classroom and a very displeased Miss Hart waiting for her. The older woman was in her late 20s with reddish brown hair, piercing green eyes and a scar that ran down her chin.

“Miss Maxwell.” Miss Hart spoke soft but firmly “I believe you are late.”

“Hee...” Penny timidly chuckled “Well you see I...”

“take your seat.”

Penny gulped “Yes ma'am.”

Penny played with the tiny miniature sword she had created while Miss Hart was talking about the necessary safe precautions about taking the Practical Examination.

“Miss Maxwell”

Penny shot up quickly but flinched as the minuscule weapon slid out of her fingers and landed on the floor with a barely heard thunk.

“Y-es Miss Hart?”

The older woman's gaze narrowed “Are you ready for the Practical Examination?”

“Umm....yes?” Penny replied, unsure what the correct answer was “I mean I've taken it 6 times so I'm very familiar with the whole process....”

“Then all students prepare for the examination.”

Penny looked to her left, her right and behind and as usual, found empty pews and tables in the remedial classroom.

“I'm ready ma'am!” Penny nodded excitedly

Miss Hart rolled her eyes as gestured to Penny's desk and swiped with her hand.

The desk was flung sideways without warning and broke into dozens of splinters.

“Umm Miss Hart?” Penny asked in an anxious, quizzical tone “Shouldn't we move this out of the classroom? I mean Practical Examinations aren't really supposed to be conducted within the...”

“I want to get this over with” Miss Hart interrupted, gesturing Penny with a finger.

The air surrounding the teen began heating up rapidly

Penny dropped to her knees as flames sparked into existence, swirling for a moment before being promptly extinguished

“Miss Hart!” Penny cried out as she rose to her feet “I really don't think...”

“Are you going to sling spells or just sit there?” Miss Hart answered, swiping the air in front of her.

Penny gulped as 3 massive broadswords impaled themselves into the floor just inches in front of her face.

“I guess we're not doing this by regulations” Penny murmured to herself, pointing directly to the approaching teacher.

The air sparked and crackled with fiery embers. Penny bit her lip in concentration, willing the air to catch ablaze but despite her best efforts, the sparks did not burst into flames.

Miss Hart shook her head, unsurprised by the result of Penny's spellcasting.

“Look Penny, if you want to do magic, you need to feel it!”

“I AM FEELING IT!” Penny shouted, unable to keep the desperation out of her voice.

“Remember the four fundamental styles of magic.” Miss Hart yelled back, closing her open hand into a fist “Alteration.”

Penny gasped, stumbling backwards while the wooden panel flooring sprouted vines that snaked towards her feet almost like they were alive.

“Manipulation!”

Penny covered her face as a fierce wind raged inside the classroom, scattering papers every and nearly knocking her off her feet.

“Transformation!”

Penny gasped, falling backwards and barely managing to scurry away from the broadswords that fell over, transforming mid-swing into large, imposing battle axes that sunk into the floor just in front of her

Penny could feel the tears well in her eyes. She was failing once again. 6 years of being stuck in the remedial class. 6 years of trying everything she could, studying and willing her magic to grow, to become more powerful and nothing. Nothing to show for it and another year of being stuck in the same class, a class that only existed because her magic was so sub par! This wasn't fair, this wasn't fair!

Miss Hart slowly approached the fallen student, her eyes cold and distant.

“And of course the most powerful, rarest of all....” she spoke slowly as she lifted her hand “Cre...”

Penny let out a horrible scream, one laced with all her failure, all her anger, all her despair and shot up to her feet.

Miss Hart's eyes widen as Penny's gray pupils shifted, becoming an icy white as her hair transformed from purple to a shimmering gold.

Penny's stare was empty and lifeless but before Miss Hart could react, she simply gestured to her teacher.

Penny fell to her knees, coughing wildly as she struggled to figure out what happened.

The last thing she remembered was Miss Hart preparing a creation spell and now she was on all fours, coughing her brains out and her mouth having a very unpleasant ashy taste.

Penny coughed as strains of golden hair intermixed with the sea of purple hung freely in front of her

gold? She didn't remember getting highlights.

Penny shook her head. Maybe she was just tired and imaging things.

“Miss Hart” Penny weakly called out, brushing her hair out of her face “I don't know what spell you used but you need to restrain yourself a bit.”

Penny looked upwards and felt her heart drop.

Miss Hart's simply stared at her, her jaw clenched tightly. She was surrounded by large, circular stone pillars that seemed have formed out of nowhere and if Penny didn't know any better, she would've said they almost looked like a hand reaching out for her teacher.

“Well...” Penny spoke quietly “I..guess...I passed?”

Miss Hart's eyes flared angrily “You failed.”

Penny scoffed “Failed? I like to point out that I clearly obviously evidently performed a creation spell and made...stone...fingers....or something! My magic is getting better and I shouldn't be stuck in the...”

“You failed” Miss Hart repeated coldly “Now get out of here.”

Penny felt a cold icy feeling spread through her body as Miss Hart's words echoed dully in her head.

“...I.....yes Miss...Hart.”

Penny could feel the tears building but refused to let them fall in the presence of her teacher. She didn't want to give her the satisfaction

Penny gathered her scattered belongings and bolted out the door, barely able to keep herself in check as she raced home.

Ripley Hart let out a tense, nervous sigh she had been holding. That was too close. Far too close for her liking.

She stared at the stone fingers that appeared from nowhere, running her hand over their smooth surface.

“....these are perfectly cut” She muttered to herself “Expertly crafted with an impressive detail.”

“It's bad isn't it?” a new voice asked carefully.

Ripley turned to find an elderly old man sitting patiently in a nearby seat. His beard was thick and bushy, probably to make up for the lack of hair on his skull. His sliver eyes peered thoughtfully towards Missy Hart as he waited for an answer.

Ripley nodded in agreement “It's really bad. Sir.....I think he's waking up.”

“....Well shit” the old man answered.

#My story #My oc #enjoy

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