#OnceABlueMoonWrites fic

[onceabluemoonwrites]

A while ago I promised a Genshin Neuvifuri divorce-flirting comedy and today I'm here to deliver! Inspired by @citroncynique's tweet and adorable art!

You can find the fic here and Emi's incredible art here!

[onceabluemoonwrites]

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[moonraven1412]

"It hurt, Neuvi! It hurt! I… I just wanted to play with the cat!"

Drawn inspired by @onceabluemoonwrites ’s fic Baying for Blood, Prying for Justice

I had fun. Even while despairing over the complexity of their clothes and similar color palettes. I need more promarkers for more shades of blue too...

The background was done freehanded with several layers of ink. The aim was to get sort of wet effect.

[ravensilversea]

Writing Patterns Meme

[Plain text: "Writing Patterns Meme" in big text. /End PT]

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Thanks for the tag @hopeswriting! I have a nice spread of fics here, across multiple fandoms and from more serious fics to more cracky fics:

1. It was a well-known fact that every dog needs a doghouse, especially if they are a talking dog who can draw pictures in the dirt with a stick. - Snoopy and the Emo-Haired Kid (Peanuts/KHR)

2. Air blasts out of the white box unit above the door as Chrome pushes it open with a hand. - The Art of Butterfly Photography (KHR)

3. Reborn wants to commit Skull’s body to memory. - Renew our vows of love (and forget the sad, dull pain) (KHR)

4. “You don’t remember me…?” Fives’ smile shakes, and he takes a step back. - But I with mournful tread (Star Wars)

5. The largest exhibition hall in the Jedi Temple is almost too small for the sheer number of clone troopers in it now. - Victory Comes Late (Star Wars)

6. Tsuyoshi runs a cloth over the blade of his sword, and Nana pours a bottle of handmade sake over the bodies before dropping a match on them. - Love in the Time of Zombies (KHR)

7. Swirls of steam rise from the mug of tea resting on a tattered crochet coaster. - Let the Rain Kiss You (KHR)

8. “You could go back, you know,” Aloy says in the middle of looting a supply chest. - I'll Tell You How the Sun Rose (HZD/KHR)

9. “Have you tried a Ouija board?” Skull asks, voice almost tinny over the phone. - Use Your Words (Here's a Ouija Board) (KHR)

10. Nie Mingjue has little warning before a sharp whip-crack and flickering purple light fills the alley he’s using as a shortcut to his brother’s rehearsal. - All's Fair in Love and War (The Untamed)

What have we learned?

[Plain text: "What have we learned?" in medium text. /End PT]

Ngl, I kind of expected more dialogue opening lines 😂 I feel like I default to those as a way to just jump right in to a fic, but clearly if I do, it doesn't survive past edits and rewrites. I think the overall pattern is that each opening line kinda sets the scene and overall tone of the fic. Like guess which of these lean more crack and which lean more serious, which are the fluffs and which are the angst, find the hidden smutty fic in there - There's two or three in this list that might throw a curveball or are kind of ambiguous, but for the most part...

(It's Ouija Board, Ouija Board does throw a curveball at the end XD)

It's honestly wild how consistent that is though. Because I write a variety of fics and fandoms, and I know I don't write the same for my more cracky fics as I do my more serious. Huh. I guess you can almost always know what you're getting into from my first lines 😂

I'm no-pressure tagging: @seijuurouxryuu, @immacaria, @masterdisastre and @onceabluemoonwrites, and anyone else who wants to play!

[kumeko]

WIP game

Months later, finally got around to doing this after getting tagged by @snickerdoodlles. Procrastination is my middle name, evidence is in the wip folder. XD Let's see if anyone bites!

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

So, I'm going to cheat on this a little because I have like...dozens of wips and no one has time for that. I really need to organize my files better because it's a mishmash of unpublished fics and wips which only makes hits harder. I half wonder if I should order this by fandom but yolo. Some will be obvious and others will be a fun guessing game. Also any series I have in progress are fair game.

a lion's pride

baby blues

merlinGwainePercyTristan

the sequel I shouldn't have written

sprained ankles

let it go

honk honk

knitting club

eleanor the architect

sab malina the curse of immortality

ingrid spirited away

damijon part 2

steampunk cloti

marius marius marius

xiaolumi week

pearlrose domestic sequel

knh epilogue chapters!

DDD odette darkness

obsession?

if no one else loves you i will

something something 2 robots find balance

codepdency at its finest

the new pet

sad sex

aldermin fluff

drabble on the ship that doesn't exist in the work why

raven palace (soft)

oh no living forever alone

dan heng is not dan feng

the weird bros

And some of these I'm staring at going, huh, I haven't opened that file in a while, wtf is that about. I will find out when you do! I also really need to start writing drabbles for these one off series I'm watching so they can get beyond that initial start and I can cross them off the list....

The only saving grace is this game is not about plot bunnies, because oh boy. Oh boy. No one needs to see that lengthy file. The ones for FGO alone...

And I'll tag @risualto and @onceabluemoonwrites as my pass it forward! I can really feel my lack of activity in fandom spaces right now XD In time, in time.

[jinghengjingzine]

🌩️ Hiraeth Zine 🐉

Blue’s (@onceabluemoonwrites) incredible writing is just as amazing as her love for Jingheng! We’re very excited to see her fic for the zine~

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[aerialflight]

New Story

Title: flailing in love (help this man)

Category: BTS

Ships: Seokjin/Hoseok, Namjoon/Jimin, Yoongi/Taehyung

Summary:

“The point is, I am absolutely terrified of dating Hoseok since I’ve never dated before—”

“What?” Yoongi looks stunned, his resting face for once not mimicking a bored robot who can’t comprehend human stupidity. “What the actual fuck?”

Seokjin blinks. Oh. He forgot Yoongi’s not in the know.

“Yeah,” Seokjin sheepishly rubs the back of his head. “I’ve never been in a relationship before? Surprise?”

“How?” Yoongi demands, completely disbelieving. He gestures to all of Seokjin which, rude. It’s basic manners not to point at people. “You look like a fucking model! I don’t even like you and I think you’re hot.”

Seokjin wrinkles his nose like a five-year-old.

“I didn’t need to know that.”

-

Or, Jin doesn’t know what dating is but is determined to try and Hoseok doesn’t mind. At all.

Notes:

I don’t know how this happened, but I needed to vent my feelings and I channeled it through Jin, who I’ve slowly fallen in love with. It’s my first BTS fic so I’m kind of nervous about writing this and I hope people will connect to this version of Jin. Crossing fingers here. Also, there are quite a lot of personal anecdotes stuffed into this fic, which was the most fun part of writing this. Heck, the meet-cute between Hoseok and Jin actually is based off of a real-life experience I had hahaha!

Also, I’m gifting this to you @onceabluemoonwrites, this fic wouldn’t have existed without you. You’re an amazing beta and thank you for jumping into the rabbit hole with me hahaha!

Chapter 1 posted here!

[onceabluemoonwrites]

I'm so happy to be part of this project!

☆BUNDLE ANNOUNCEMENT☆

Hello everyone!!!! We're almost ready to open sales, but in the meantime, we'd like to announce what you can expect to find on our Big Cartel page!

There will be two volumes: Daybreak and Eventide, each with roughly 150 pages of content! You can choose a favorite based on the ships included (I'll tell you which ships are in what volume later, down below) OR you can buy them as a bundle!

Individually, the zines will cost 17 dollars each, but as a bundle, you'll get them at 15 dollars each (for a total of 30!!!) AND you'll get a bonus, illustrated pdf of The Kitsune's Tale, the fic that inspired the whole project!

Currently, all copies are DIGITAL ONLY. Please keep this in mind! While the prices might seem a bit high, please do remember that you'll be getting around 40k words in along with around 10 pieces of art, at least 3 of which are full page pieces, in EACH ZINE. As such, we've priced the zines accordingly to be fair to everyone who worked so hard on it!

And now, the ships!

DAYBREAK: BokuAka, IwaOi, KiyoYachi

EVENTIDE: TsukkiYama, KuroKen, KyouHaba

And of course, the bonus pdf available with the bundle is a YakuLev story. Though you can read it on ao3 in full, you'll miss out on the lovely illustrations made by @mutiartsomething, and they're so gorgeous, trust me.

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[adelmortescryche]

FMA Wrath!Roy AU

AN: Okay, hello hello! This is a bday gift for the very sweet @onceabluemoonwrites Happy 18th, Blue, we might have met relatively recently, but what a fun ride it’s been! I suppose I should have tried my hand at KHR for this, but that FMA alternate homunculus discussion of ours kind of led me astray. *wry grin* Here’s hoping you enjoy this? It’s a bit dark, and a bit introspective, but hopefully it’s enjoyable anyway.

Premise: What it says on the tin. An AU of FMA Brotherhood where Roy is the next Wrath after Fuhrer Bradley is eliminated, much like the previous Greed before Greeling happened. This changes some things.

There are few things that Roy remembers from… before. It’s easier to have forgotten, really, it’s been long enough that he wishes he didn’t remember anything at all.

He doesn’t exist in limbo, though. Not with Maes and Riza and the others still sticking by his side, even after the oddness of how just how quickly he’d been fast-tracked onto a path that would lead him straight to Fuhrer. The only reason he’s not already sitting in the seat is that it would’ve been too damned suspicious for him to have earned it as quickly as he had. Especially after their previous Fuhrer had been taken down under suspicious circumstances during the war.

Good riddance, Maes had muttered, squeezing his shoulder at the funeral. It had taken every fucking bit of sentimentality and love he had for his best friend to not give into the rage that had reared its ugly head in his gut, demanding that he snap his fingers and roast the other man alive where he stood.

Roy had disappeared with the Fuhrer, and another state alchemist on the ground. The other ‘state alchemist’ had been Envy, obviously, there to take out Bradley. Roy had been dragged along in the crossfire, a convenient body that they’d sacrificed to have a useful pawn. Nowhere near as good as what had been done to Bradley and others that had been picked and groomed for the role, according to Pride, but still better than the common stock.

He wished every day that he’d been more common than not. He doesn’t remember what it felt like to not feel fury singing through his veins at every waking moment, almost like a call to arms. Something tells him that he’d been calmer, more prone to humor before. Maes certainly seemed to think so, he cracked more jokes than necessary, constantly trying to get Roy to ‘lighten up’. When that didn’t work, he tried plying Roy with good whiskey in hopes that that would work instead, much to Gracia’s amusement with them both.

It didn’t.

Wrath’s voice in his head is… strange, in that it doesn’t really change him. It made him irate almost all of the time, like heat simmering beneath his skin. It made him beholden to Father’s whims in a way that was infuriating all on its own; enough so that he could understand why Bradley had taken a wife. Good images aside, it gave him a life outside of the humunculi’s machinations. It’s almost enough to make him pity his predecessor. Wrath makes him more impulsive – which probably isn’t a good thing, seeing as his specific brand of alchemy was on a hair trigger as is.

It also gave him a much higher physical prowess than before. Father himself thought it best to avoid the saber; that had always been Bradley’s signature, after all. Roy had found his mouth opening to confess that Maes would definitely smell the rat if Roy took up the sword at any point. The battle of wills that followed that confession had nearly ended in an order for Maes’ death. Roy suspected the only reason it didn’t was because Father had gotten bored. And hadn’t felt like breaking in a new minion quite yet.

So Roy had stuck to hand to hand combat, training himself slowly over the years until people started noticing a definite shift in his abilities. Riza had found it… amusing. But also relieving, since he’d finally addressed the one thing that had left him vulnerable in a fight if anything ever happened to his spark gloves.

Pride had jokingly suggested that he tattoo his arrays onto the backs of his hands, like Kimbley had before him. WrathRoy had smiled back at him politely, holding onto the urge to burn his elder brother to a crisp for even suggesting that option.

Oh, the other homunculi, his siblings, all knew exactly how to get a rise out of him.

About the only good thing that had come of his situation was the fact that he’d been given free rein to protect the Elric brothers in their quest. Roy had taken one look at their home, another at Ed and Al and had known. Known that they were sacrifices. He hadn’t known them, not then, not yet, but he’d known that they would be important.

In retrospect, it just figured that Al would be the first to find out.

Roy felt a tired smile tug at his lips as he walked closer to the boy, the hulking height of his armor notwithstanding. He was almost quivering in place; Roy suspected he might have been crying if he hadn’t been stuck as a soul tied to metal.

“Sir. Sir, please- Brigadier-General-”

“Orders are orders, Al,” he murmured, crossing the shallow water between them in what must have felt like the blink of an eye.

The kid screamed, and tried to get his hands up in defense to protect the girl hiding within him.

It wouldn’t be enough. Not against Roy. It hadn’t been enough at Ishval, it wouldn’t be enough now. Nothing ever was, anymore.

*

“You,” spat Ed later on, slamming his way into Roy’s office, “made my brother cry.”

Roy glanced up slowly from his paperwork, raising the single visible brow he had left to his name. He wasn’t sure what his face must have been radiating, but whatever it might have been, Ed scowled and slammed the door shut behind him.

Not that that would be enough to quell the curiosity of his team. It was enough to make Roy sigh, leaning back in his seat and lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Did it occur to you, Fullmetal, that it might have been better to not approach me after I made you brother cry?”

That it might have been better to not approach him at all, really. Because, this? Complicated things. Why did his subordinates have to be such reckless fools. Even when they didn’t have all the facts. Maybe especially then.

Fullmetal just snorted, though, not even bothering to sit down, instead towering over Roy’s desk, waiting until Roy actually looked up at him again. When Roy did look up, he was met with a splendid sneer that made Ed’s face screw up to an amusing extent.

He had to hide his smirk with some real effort. The Elric brothers never disappointed, did they.

“Wow. You’re not even fucking denying it, are you, fuckface.”

“Language.”

“You’re a fucking- you’re a homunculus, you killed Al’s friend, you made him cry, and you’re telling me to mind my language?” Ed asked incredulously, making Roy roll his eyes.

“When you put it that way, it certainly sounds ridiculous. No, not so loud, Edward.” he raised his voice in warning, eyes going narrow in his head when Ed tried to protest. Roy’s use of his name must have registered even if the tone hadn’t, because he subsided immediately, if with a scowl.

“Edward,” he repeated, trying to gentle his voice, “this is older than you, and a whole lot more complicated than it looks on the surface. You… really shouldn’t have come here. Not about this.”

“Why? You gonna kill me too?” bastard, went unsaid. Roy stared him down, unflinching, even when Ed’s hands fisted on top of the desk.

When he didn’t get an actual, verbal response, Ed shifted in place, uncomfortable. And still visibly angry. Wrath’s temper ticking away inside him sat up just a little, beginning to take notice, but Roy tamped it down. It was thankfully willing to listen, for once. It always had been, when it came to Ed and Al. Maybe it was because they were children, maybe it was because they were sacrifices, maybe it was because Ed…

“I,” he said after a long, taut moment, “have killed many a man, woman and child in my time. Many, Fullmetal. Not because I’ve wanted to, but because I was under orders to do so, and most of those times, I couldn’t say no.”

“That’s bullcrap-” Ed cut in, incensed, but his mouth shut with a click when Roy brought an open palm down on the surface of the desk, the sharp sound easily cutting through the stillness of the room.

“I,” Roy repeated, sotto voce, “Couldn’t say no. And that’s exactly what’s going to happen here if you don’t keep your mouth shut and listen.”

Wonder of wonders, the boy actually listened. Looked particularly mulish while doing so, but he didn’t look like he was going to cut in again. Deciding that that warranted at least some give on his part, Roy tugged off his eye patch with a sigh, blinking a few times and rubbing around the socket until the tight feeling lessened. When he glanced back at Ed, the ouroboros mark bare on his face, the boy was staring back at him with narrowed eyes.

“If we’re not really fucking careful, we’re both going to die.” He said, bland, a hard smile slitting across his face when Ed started at the swearing. “Because we’re both expendable at this point, Edward, you less so than me. So drag a seat up close, and tell me what you know.”

*

He might not remember much of what he used to be, before. But one thing he did remember was that Roy Mustang might have been a dog, but he sure as hell didn’t bow down in front of people who wanted to kill his people.

Wrath didn’t change that. Wrath just made him hit faster and harder. Wrath didn’t lie to Father, no, but it allowed Roy to get away with leaving certain things unspoken. Wrath hated being used about as much as Roy did, really, and where Bradley had been trained to take it, Roy certainly hadn’t. Conspiracy apparently ran in all their bloodstreams, waiting to stick it to their creator.

The first time he met Greed after he and the Xingan Prince figured themselves out, the other sin laughed and laughed and laughed. Long and hard. Much to Ed’s exasperation.

Roy just smirked through the red veil falling over his vision, and tried not to kill the fool on the spot.

[khrshoutouts]

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[ditchedxxx]

21 questions

I'm late I'm so sorry vslndjwndks.

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Nickname: Katie. Sometimes Kates?

Zodiac: I'm not sure if you mean starsign or the chinese year thing, so I'm doing both. I'm a libra, born in the year of the dragon lmao

Height: 4'11 and 3/4 shut up i'm tiny

Last movie I saw: Bleach, the Diamond Dust Rebellion lol. My dad just downloaded it and I had nothing to do so.

Last thing I googled: Uh. A recipe for afritada bc my dad wanted that for dinner.

Favorite musician: ooohhh that's so hard I listen to a lottttt of artists. I think rn the answer is Jojo, because I've loved her music since I was little! Too little too late was my jam as a kid, and god, did I love her newest albums. Oooooh and the updated old ones? The 2018 versions of leave (get out) and too little too late... so good.

Hm. I gotta add tho bc Sara Bareilles and Michelle Branch are right up there with her. 3 year old me could sing Michelle Branch's Breathe, and i still throw it on when i feel senti. Sara bareilles music makes me feel soooo much and i love her.

Song stuck in my head: Ghost of You by 5SOS. It inspired an angsty fic that I'm gonna plot tonight, and probably shelve for future use after I finish my zine piece and my other chapterfics.

My other blogs: oof okay. @apieceforthewrongpuzzle is my studyblr. I don't use it much and mostly reblog, just for resources and helpful tips. @themundanebeautyproj was for a school assignment and I haven't deleted it bc i use it to save posts i want to find easily since i dont use it as often-- ergo, less reblogged shit to scroll through. And @haikyuutales-a-collection is the blog for my haikyuu folktales zine! I'm currently taking a short break from the PR since I don't have discord access, but follow that blog if you wanna be updated about the zine's progress and see sneakpeeks and stuff later on in the creation process!

Do I get asks: I've had a few. Some on anon, most from friends. I wouldn't mind more though!

Following: uhhhhhhh 524...? Whoops

Followers: 80! Wow that's a lot. Thanks guys!

Amount of sleep: usually 8-10? All i know is almost always, regardless of what time i fall asleep, i wake up around 9ish. Recently, anyway.

Lucky number: i've always really liked 7.

What I'm wearing: an "okay? Okay." Shirt that has two sad little cuts in the bottom left from who knows where and black and green sports shorts-- yknow, the weird holey ones.

Dream job: teaching, or something involving museums or libraries. Editing would be nice too.

Dream trip: honestly? Anywhere. I'd love to visit more asian countries tho, especially japan and korea!

Favorite food: bacon or chocolate! Also rice. Fuck yeah rice is great

Play any instruments: i briefly tried to learn guitar but soon gave up. So no. I sing tho.

Languages: English is my mother tongue, obviously, it's what I grew up speaking, but I have a pretty decent grasp of Filipino (mostly comprehension, my grammar is shit). I also know very very basic Mandarin. Not a lot. Briefly tried to use duolingo for french so i have a smattering of vocab in that language. I also once had a phase where i tried russian. I remember like. 2 phrases and nothing of the alphabet. Uh. I know some ASL? Like. 5-10 signs and fingerspelling only tho.

Favorite songs: ..... don't ask me this. I listen to a Lot

Random facts:

I'm Catholic, but not super devout

I sometimes write poetry

You can't see them unless you're rightttt up in my face, but i have some freckles on my nose and cheeks. They're hidden by my dark-ish skin tho.

I like to lick my lollipops slow and whatever idk, and i only eat orange ones

I studied STEM in my last 2 years of hs and hated it, my whole class knew I should've gone humanities bc that's where my passion was

I discovered I liked writing in 7th grade a week after I turned down an invitation from the writing club to join the invitational science club instead. I didn't have much fun. (Seems like foreshadowing....)

I was once in the top 24 students for math in my grade level-- out of 280 students give or take. Only for 4th and 5th grade tho.

Uh. My SAT score was 1440?

Lol they're all acads related bc i went to visit my old school today and have no idea what else to say.

Bonus-- describe yourself as aesthetic things: polaroids and old letters, open notebooks and fountain pens, calligraphy inks in bottles lined up on shelves. Sunsets through windows and a girl with her arms spread wide in the rain. Also fairy lights and lanterns. A single knife blade. Headphones.

Okay! Tagging is hard. I tag!!! @mooifyourecows @sugaandyams @i-am-a-bit-of-a-crank @rootnjoons @lovetinted @cheetahleopard @tentaclebubbles @tendous-satoris @that-one-guy-in-naruto @onceabluemoonwrites @tottwriter @raincloud10 @satans-little-rabbit @cathxstra @glitch-writes @icannotbebotheredanymore @kenmagoesblep @cubistemoji andddd idk im out of ideas for who to tag wow ok.

Just do it if you want!!!!

[onceabluemoonwrites]

Guys, this fic is SO GOOD

Thievery and Other Crimes

Title: Thievery and Other Crimes

Author: Lady Hallen

Pairing: Verde/Xanxus

Prompt: Fantasy AU/Superhero AU

Warnings: Superbi Squalo, Larceny, do not follow Verde, Improbable physics

Summary: The story of how Xanxus got Verde plutonium for his birthday.

AN: this is my entry for Lightning day for the @khrrarepairweek

Verde lived in a world where people could fly and sprouted new limbs every other week or so.

Since he wanted to protect himself (and maybe join the ranks of superheroes), he invented a time distortion device, capable of bending time around him just a little, so he had an advantage, no matter how miniscule.

Being the smartest man in the planet widened that miniscule advantage.

The problem came from…

“Come on, it’s just one break-in,” Verde said, not even trying to wheedle. Years of experience with Xanxus, Class A superhero and best friend told him what would happen if he started to whine. Xanxus hated whiners and had the tendency to shoot them first, ask why later.

“Trash,” Xanxus grunted, not even looking up from his wine bottle. “That’s what you said last time you dragged me to Russia to get yourself some enchanted moonshine from the enclave.”

The incident in question made Xanxus a superhero and elevated him immediately to Class A. Magical intoxication and fire powers do not mix well. Verde would appreciate what happened more if he could actually remember it. Unfortunately, all camera’s within one mile melted and all others beyond that were too blurry to distinguish anything.

Except fire. There was a lot of fire. And screaming.

“This is different,” Verde said, seating himself down and preparing for long haul. He needed plutonium and he would not stop until he convinced Xanxus. Fire powers were very good, but Xanxus made it better. He controlled heat, refracting the light and effectively making himself camouflaged.

Camouflage abilities were brilliant for breaking into secret government facilities. And fire powers for escape – except that would be for a last resort. He doesn’t actually want Xanxus to lose his license as an operating superhero.

“How exactly is it different?” Xanxus demanded, finally looking up from his wine bottle.

“I need it for real, Xan. Really need it. The Time Distorter won’t be finished without it,” he said. He could, of course, go into an exposition on what the Time Distorter really was, but judging by the level of liquid left in the bottle, Xanxus wouldn’t be in the mood to listen like he usually did.

Xanxus rolled his eyes and – no other word for it – snuggled into the bar stool.

Verde didn’t want to, but he was desperate. “Xan. A birthday gift. You owe me one.”

Xanxus surged up in indignation. “No. You don’t do this to me, you shitty scientist. I was in Antarctica, saving the penguins from a ship. It wasn’t my fault I didn’t finish in time for your birthday.”

“It was a great birthday,” he sighed, stealing Xanxus’s bottle. “My best friend just wasn’t there. It was a bit depressing.”

“Fuck you!” Xanxus roared. “ You’re an asshole. Did you want the penguins to die, is that it?”

Verde sniffed, dropping the act flawlessly. “No. But if you had me with you, then maybe you would have finished faster.”

Inexplicably, that shut up Xanxus’s cursing.

“Y - you,” Xanxus stammered. “You fucking idiot.”

Verde smiled at him. “You’re a great friend. Thanks, Xan!”

Xanxus spluttered in indignation.

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Area 51 was supposed to be a secret, a myth.

Not to Verde.

All the experiments that weren’t supposed to see the light of day were all stashed there in secret. So of course he knew some of them. Technically, a certain number of those experiments were his, but no one would ever hear that from him. He had a reputation to maintain.

Xanxus would be grumbling if it weren’t a stealth mission. He had that expression that warned people in the vicinity that he would start shooting soon if he didn’t get his hands on a bottle of vodka.

(Whatever dimension portals the bratva had the tendency to cook up, Verde couldn’t deny that they made amazing alcohol.)

Verde found the stock of plutonium near the back, not even protected very well. His felt offended on principle.

“This is offending me,” he whispered to Xanxus.

Xanxus rolled his eyes, looking fond even as he obligingly stepped closer to minimize risk of the camouflage falling.

“Stop fooling around and get it,” Xanxus whispered back.

Of course Xanxus couldn’t understand that he needed the liquid plutonium and not the solid, unrefined one. Unprocessed plutonium needed a lot of equipment to turn it liquid and Verde’s simple lab couldn’t do it. Or rather, he could get the machines to do it, but then he’d have the government breaking down his door again and that’s not the point.

A few more minutes of scanning for the right color of the liquid and Verde finally pocketed the samples just in time for the alarms to start ringing.

Xanxus cursed, grabbed Verde by the hand and started hauling himself up towards the window.

“Fuck this, fuck this friendship, I hate you,” Xanxus muttered under his breath, a litany of mumbling even as he pried the window open with his bare hands going red at the tips, the metal steaming slightly upon contact.

The gunshots start ringing and both of them ducked as a bullet ricochets near them.

“If we die here, I’m going to murder you,” Xanxus snarled.

Verde might be running on adrenaline at this point, but he ignored Xanxus – not a very good idea – and placed one drop of plutonium on his Time Distorter.

The device immediately started whirring and letting out a high pitched whistles. Both of them stared at each other, wide-eyed.

Verde’s only thought was that Xanxus’s eyes really weren’t red but a warm amber. Then time slowed down and he had the sense to start shoving Xanxus’s unresponsive body out the window.

A click, he could feel the device powering down, and time moved properly again.

Verde almost dropped into the concrete before Xanxus caught him in midair, the fire-powered propelling boots on his feet working like a charm.

“You-what-?” Xanxus started before shaking his head. “Your time shit working properly then?”

Verde nodded and started laughing.

“You magnificent bastard,” Xanxus said, tightening his grip on him as they flew off.

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Verde officially became a superhero, licensed Class B, when he saved the mayor from getting thrown out of the window.

It’s not even part of any plan of his, and he’s just really in the wrong place. But when the glass starts to shatter, Verde had been in the office to submit his report and had the dubious pleasure of coming out as a superhero.

He didn’t have a problem with this, spontaneous was good. Spontaneous was great. Except…

“You shitty asshole,” Xanxus grouched from his sofa after breaking in. “You had your superhero coming out and you didn’t invite me.”

Xanxus was a good friend, but he was very bad for Verde’s stock of alcohol. It’s a good thing he hid the enchanted moonshine at the back of the pantry. He did not want a repeat of the Incident of The Melted Cameras in ‘87

“It wasn’t planned, don’t be stupid,” Verde said. “In fact, I can make a ruckus for you?”

Xanxus rolled his eyes and knocked back a shot.

Squalo, Superhero Class A with the ability to summon swords, smirked. Had been smirking since he helped Xanxus climb through the window.

“Xan, you can still help design the costume,” he said with that wicked grin that got hordes of his fangirls screaming. “You can add the skin tight pants and a lab coat. Maybe glasses too.”

Xanxus’ hold on the bottle tightened, the skin of his knuckles turning white. There was a delicate red flush climbing up his cheekbones and he glared at Squalo.

Verde was just confused. “Why skin tight pants? I understand the lab coat and the glasses. I can place in so many things with the proper materials into glasses.”

Xanxus took another shot while Squalo almost fell off the chair laughing.

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Of course, Verde’s confusion cleared up in the morning when Xanxus stumbled into the bathroom while Verde was brushing his teeth to vomit up half his stomach lining in the toilet bowl.

He was wiping his mouth while Xanxus rinsed out the taste with mouthwash, but for one moment, their eyes met again, just like at the warehouse. And Xanxus’s eyes were warm. Like…

Verde,smartest man in the world, lost any comparisons he could make.

Because the awareness that he had been attracted to his best friend since the day Xanxus shot up like a weed and grew his hair out had been thrumming at the back of his mind.

Xanxus saw that awareness in his eyes and smiled.

“Smartest man in the world,” Xanxus said with a huff.

He looked at Verde with those improbably warm eyes and he realized that yes, his best friend, was going to kiss him.

It’s a good thing he used mouthwash, was Verde’s last thought before his brain went quiet, the press of Xanxus’s mouth on his an improbably warm and soft sensation that shorted everything else out.

[kumeko]

Writing game: post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line

Thanks for the tag @risualto.

I'm currently in my outlining step of some wips, so my all of my lines are pretty barebones. I find it easier to fill in the story after I write out the dialogue.

There was a pile of bricks where her favourite shop had been.

As for what fandom, it's a mystery until a future reveal =D Line comes from a fic where I'm trying to parallel the character's scars with the environment's scars...idea feels solid enough but I'm not quite getting the right mood for it yet. I just know this is going to be a writer's block fic that refuses to work for days.

As for tagging, I don't think I know enough people for this XD Uh, let's see... @snickerdoodlles @onceabluemoonwrites @cavalierious-whim @willfulabyss if any of you want to give it a shot!