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beautifulblhell · 3 years ago

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A Kaleidoscope Of Colours Ch 1 (Finder Fic)

Pairing: Asami Ryuichi x Takaba Akihito

Summary: Having hated alphas for most of his life, the last thing Akihito wanted was to fall in love with an alpha. Except fate decided to reunite him with Asami. High school x omegaverse AU fic WC: 6099

Read it on: AO3

Chapter 1: Cherry Blossom Pink

Alphas are superior.

While it was true that alphas were born with good-looks and were physically superior to betas and omegas, and even if most of the top spots for the national exams were occupied by alphas, the automatic pass to ascend to the elite world, lord around others and arrogantly discriminate the omegas just because they were an alpha pissed Akihito off royally. That’s what had been instilled into everyone’s mind since the moment they were born, and society just accepted that as the truth.

‘Superior’ my ass, Akihito thought angrily as he agilely scaled up the tall iron gate. With a kick, he jumped off from the top and landed on the ground with a light thud.

“Hey, what do you think you are doing here?!”

Sure, they didn’t have to deal with those inconvenient heat cycles and take time off work, but most of the time they didn’t even work much themselves, only sitting on top of their ‘thrones’ and working others like slaves in a company that their forefathers had left them.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!”

Bunch of good-for-nothing leeches.

“Listen here, you punk-“

A man -whom Akihito assumed to be a security guard from his outfit- ran across the school ground and accosted him in a menacing voice. He reached out a hand to grab Akihito by the shoulder but instead-

“Eh- Argh! It hurtsssss!!”

Accompanying the shrieks were dull crunching noises as Akihito bent the guard’s hand in a direction that no human hands were supposed to.

“Argh! Wait wait wait, please let go!”

Akihito slowly faced the guard. The guard stopped struggling the moment he saw the deep-seated rage behind Akihito’s eyes, his fear temporarily eclipsing his pain. Beads of cold sweat ran down his face and he tried to smile, his lips twitching. He gulped noisily, then stuttered, “U-uh sir? How may I help you?”

“Is this Yozen Academy?”

“Sure is, sir. Um, may I ask if you have any business here?” The guard laughed nervously, his eyes flickering desperately side to side, probably hoping for reinforcements, but it seemed that even Satan had turned a blind eye to his plight.

“Sure do.”

Following those words, in one swift movement, Akihito delivered a roundhouse kick straight at the man’s abdomen. The guard sailed through the air, followed by a dull thud as he landed heavily on the ground.

“...”

There was no movement.

Akihito walked over and stared in disbelief at the unconscious figure lying limply there. He nudged the man with his shoes, but the foam trickling from the guard’s mouth was his only response.

At least he was still alive. Probably.

A one hit K.O. huh. What kind of lame-ass security did they employ that faints from a single kick?

That… did not satiate his burning rage one bit.

He had been expecting to face at least quite a few veteran guards so he came with the intent to fistfight God if he had to, but this… this single minion took only a moment for Akihito to finish. In fact, seeing that he was able to deal with this in one blow did nothing but flame his irritation even more.

Akihito cracked his knuckles, scowling. Guess his target will receive his full wrath then.

“Well, pardon the intrusion.” He stepped over the body as he said so. Narrowing his eyes, he scanned his surroundings.

Before him stood Yozen Academy, one of the most prestigious alpha-only high schools in the country. Only the most influential, wealthy, and powerful people around the world could send their alpha children to.

An imposing white building with an oppressive architectural style sprawled out in front of him, with wings adjoined on either side, giving the impression that Akihito was stepping into the mouth of a monster. It donned several stories high. Instead of making the building seem open, the giant glass windows seemed more like soulless eyes, gazing emptily at Akihito. Trees lined up the road leading towards the main entrance with the track fields and sports courts could be seen off to the side.

Heck, whose decision was it to make this school so huge?! I’m gonna need Google Maps to navigate around this monstrosity. He ran a hand irritably through his bleached blond hair.

Finding his target in such a vast space was going to be difficult. Akihito tried not to let his annoyance stop him. A few students had exited the building, then, after seeing Akihito, they all doubled back in panic, slamming the door with a loud bang. As if a door could stop Akihito.

Such a nice welcome, and here I thought that they taught manners at this fancy school.

It didn’t help that Akihito wasn’t trying to blend in. While all the students were in pristine white uniforms, excellently tailored that screamed ‘I’m made of money!’, Akihito wore the more plain black gakuran with his sleeves rolled up. The white t-shirt he wore underneath was emblazoned with the kanji “fire’ along with a drawing of flames. Plus, he carried a wooden bat with suspicious dark red stains dried on to it on his shoulders.

So yeah, not very inconspicuous.

Akihito stared moodily at the building, contemplating whether to charge in or wait it out, since he was apt to get lost in that huge building if he went in. As he was thinking, an old bald guy with a shiny forehead that refracted the sunlight, blinding Akihito temporarily, stuck his head out from a window and then quickly retracted, like those whack-a-moles in arcades. Akihito knew that he would be calling the police.

Ahhh, damn, gotta act fast. It would be a pain in the ass if the police come. Not that he minded, since he could lead them on another motorcycle chase. But Akihito was losing his patience and his self restraint was getting tired at this point, ready to snap anytime. Well, gotta get him out of there first. And to do that? Akihito took a deep breath.

“COME THE HELL OUT OF THERE, YOU PIECE OF CRAP ALPHA!”

Hundreds of faces peered at him from the square glass windows. To be honest, Akihito didn’t specify which alpha he was looking for, but seeing so many alphas looking at him, Akihito couldn’t resist saluting his middle finger at them as a greeting. The horrified faces granted him a tiny bit of satisfaction.

Probably never had anyone act like this towards them, especially an omega, Akihito sniggered inwardly.

It was then a door from the left wing of the building opened, and a single person walked out, his back towards Akihito. He had a lean physique and wore the same white school uniform as the rest of the students here, however, he had a presence that was impossible to ignore. A striking presence that commanded everyone’s attention around him, but also emitted a quiet coldness that warned people off.

A tall muscular black haired alpha, had an imposing air. Kou had said angrily while Takato had his arms around a sobbing Yuriko. He probably said a name, but as he had just told Akihito what happened with Yuriko, it rocketed in one ear and out through the other.

Yep, found him. With his temper hanging on by a thread, he stalked towards the boy.

“Oi, I finally found you, you little-“

Hearing his voice, the young man turned around in surprise. The moment their gazes locked, Akihito jerked to an abrupt standstill. Whatever words that were in Akihito’s throat evaporated, along with any coherent thoughts he had.

That spring day during Akihito’s sixteenth year, his world exploded into a kaleidoscope of colours.

The light spring breeze sighed softly through the cherry blossom trees in the courtyard, creating a soft pink snowfall. Petals danced and swirled around them, seemingly full of life, as if gently beckoning them to be closer, creating a veil that separated them from the rest of the world, a space where it was only them two.

Through the branches, soft sunlight filtered through, basking the young man’s features in its warm rays, and Akihito’s eyes widened, his need to breathe forgotten.

The alpha’s beauty was ethereal. His soft black hair fluttered in the wind, framing his handsome features. His eyes were a striking deep golden colour, which widened in surprise when they saw Akihito.

“Aki...hito?”

The words were spoken so softly, and amidst the sound of the branches shuffling against each other, it was almost impossible to hear, but the gentle wafting air drifting amidst the blooming flowers carried the young man’s voice to Akihito, along with a delicate sweet fragrance, tickling Akihito’s nose.

Time seemed to have stopped and the whole world ceased to exist. Inside the whirlwind of blossoms, it was a space where nothing mattered, only them, reflecting so clearly in each other’s eyes.

“Pretty bold of you to bring your omega to school, Asami,” The atmosphere was instantly killed by an obnoxious voice that drew from behind him.

As if someone poured cold water over him, the adenoidal voice sent Akihito crashing back into his disordered senses. Reality was a bitch.

For a moment or two, he stood there in stunned silence. He was dimly aware of the voice of the newcomer, but his mind was not processing the meanings. He was overwhelmed by the unexpected welter of emotions swelling up inside of him. Emotions that he had never experienced before, emotions that he doesn’t have a name for, that sent his heart pounding, his blood pumping furiously in his veins, carrying a warm feeling, spreading through his entire body. As if someone had played a melody, and his heartstrings were vibrating along with every cadence.

The anger he was just feeling earlier was being painted over with confusion.

Heck, what is this? This- this feeling-

“Sakazaki.” The voice was cold and deep. The mere sound sent a jolt through Akihito like he touched a live wire. Slowly, he turned around. The black-haired alpha was now standing between him and the newcomer.

“Is that another Kuroyama High omega?” The obnoxious voice carried an unnecessary arrogant tone.

Hearing that, Akihito shakes himself out of his daze and mentally slapped himself to focus on the reason he came here in the first place. He pushed aside the pretty alpha in front of him and faced the irritating newcomer.

“Why do you mean, ‘another’?”

The newcomer was another alpha who exuded extreme arrogance as he stood with his hands in his pockets, unbothered by Akihito’s tone. His head was tilted back as he looked down on Akihito through his glasses. He sprouted the most awful looking scraggly beard Akihito had ever seen on a human. Half of his shirt button was open, revealing a rather hairy chest.

The goatee guy leered at Akihito, “Well, there was a little omega who wore the same cheap uniform as you who came onto me recently.”

It took Akihito a moment to realize in his still confused state that this was the person Kou was talking about.

The anger that had subsided started to brew up again. He hissed through his teeth, “She never came onto you.”

The goatee guy appraised Akihito with slimy dark, cold eyes that reminded Akihito of the dead fish at the outdoor fish markets. He then shrugged and leered, “Why does it matter? Omegas should just obey the will of the alphas, since the only useful thing they can do is to spread their legs for us. Isn’t this why you came over? Wanting to find an alpha to look after you?”

A waft of a heavy sickly sweet smell, like an overripe fruit that has been left for too long and turned rotten suddenly brooded over the air.

“Sakazaki.” An angry warning tone suddenly sliced through the air as the black haired alpha stepped forward. In an instant, an intimidating aura came crashing down and the air froze over. For a brief moment, the goatee guy seemed surprised by the young man’s anger, but in the haze of his anger, Akihito barely registered the smell and the exchange.

If there was a type of person that Akihito hated the most, it was alphas. Looking down and trampling the effort of others without working hard themselves, and acting as though they could do no wrong. As if it was all a privilege that came with the status of being born as an alpha.

Akihito gripped the bat so tightly in his hand that the wood creaked. The rage that he had suppressed earlier came roaring back to life in his ears. “Listen here, you piece of crap that is worse than the dog shit I nearly stepped onto this morning-“

The rest of his words were drowned out by the sound of several cars coming to a screeching halt in front of the gate and of vehicle doors slamming shut. The iron gate opened, welcoming in a swarm of men in black. They came charging towards them.

“That’s him, the delinquent with a bat !” A wheezing voice screamed above them. Akihito scowled as he saw the whack-a-mole guy pointing at him from the windows.

“Leave.” The raven haired alpha said over his shoulder. He was still standing protectively in front of Akihito. But Akihito doesn’t listen. The flames of his anger had burnt down the last shred of his self control. He ducked to the side and aimed a heavy kick between the legs of the goatee alpha.

The goatee guy had fast reflexes, Akihito had to give him that. He dodged, barely missing Akihito’s kick, but Akihito was quicker as he followed through with his second strike.

Before the goatee guy could see it coming, Akihito’s fist slammed into his abdomen with full force. And exactly half a second later, Akihito’s other first landed on the goatee guy’s cheekbones, sending his glasses flying. All he saw was red. Anger, that every alpha he had encountered had treated omegas like shit, and anger, at his own helplessness when he was weak and could do nothing but watch. He was just pulling his hand back to permanently rearrange the Goatee guy’s face when his arms were stopped.

Cool fingers grabbed his wrists tightly, and an angry voice hissed in his ear.

“You need to leave.”

The moment Akihito heard the voice, it pulled him out of the red mist that so often controlled him when he was angry. He blinked in surprise, then all of a sudden, the feeling of the ground beneath his feet vanished. His vision titled, and a cloudless expanse of clear blue filled his vision. At first, his eyes were taken away by the beauty of the petals dancing amidst the blue backdrop, but then the shouts of surprise brought him back to his senses.

By then, the black haired alpha had already kicked off the ground and jumped on the high walls surrounding the school effortlessly.

While carrying Akihito in his arms bridal style.

As soon as the young man made a soft landing on the other side of the wall, he dropped Akihito onto his feet.

“Leave,” he repeated, his tone final, leaving no room for argument. His eyes were hard. If it was anyone else hearing that tone, they would have no doubt scuttled away by now.

But the words simply rolled off Akihito with absolutely no effect on him.

Akihito gaped at him. The whole process has been so fast that his mind had barely kept up with what had happened, but now that his two feet were back on the ground, his initial surprise abetted and indignation and embarrassment replaced it. “You- What the hell do you think you were doing?!” To be carried like that, Akihito had no face to show to the rest of the gang.

The young alpha’s eyebrows pulled together seeing Akihito’s uncooperative attitude. He opened his mouth, but the commotion on the other side of the wall disrupted him.

“They went over the wall. Catch them!” Thundering footsteps could be heard coming towards them.

The young man clicked his tongue in annoyance and without answering Akihito, he grabbed his hand.

The moment their hands touched, a bolt of electricity ran through Akihito’s hand. Akihito gasped as both of their hands jerked from the contact. An expression of surprise mirrored on both of their faces, before the golden-eyed alpha set his jaws and wrapped his hands around Akihito’s once more. The place where they were touching seemed to be burning.

Then they sprinted into the bright spring morning. The young man was fast, with his damn long legs, but Akihito had no problem keeping up. Giving the severity of the situation, that he had invaded one of the most elite high school in Japan and attacked a son of a probably-very-important figure either in the government or the corporate world, he should probably be panicking at the amount of trouble he would be in, but for some reason, his heart felt light, and everything around him seemed to be more colourful and brighter than before.

They both finally stopped when they reached the middle of a bustling street. Strands of the young man’s carefully combed dark hair had fallen into his eyes. He roughly pushed them back before turning towards Akihito, his jaw tight, which only helped highlight his cheekbones and show off his jawline.

“Why do you never listen?”

“What is that supposed to mean? ”Akihito pulled his hand back and scowled, “I didn’t ask for your help. I could have beaten them on my own.”

The young man narrowed his golden eyes. “They are professionals.”

Akihito shrugged. He knew but that doesn’t mean he was going to admit he couldn’t defeat them. Well, not all of them, anyway.

“Why did you help me? You’re an alpha.”

The young man seemed visibly confused. “What’s that got to do with me helping you or not?”

“Alphas think they are superior right? Like that hairy gorilla guy with the ugly goatee earlier. You think the rest of us are below you.”

His golden eyes hardened a fraction when Akihito mentioned the arrogant guy.

“Don’t put me in the same league as Sakazaki. That doesn’t mean all alphas act like that.”

Akihito snorted. “Sure, you might pretend that you are nice at the beginning, but in the end, you’ll leave. Someone I know deserted me once he knew he was an alpha and I was an omega. I hope that asshole lives happily ever after.”

The alpha suddenly stiffened, a flash of pain entered his eyes before he shifted his gaze away.

Akihito felt that he said something that shouldn’t have been said, but the sun can start orbiting around the moon before he apologies to an alpha.

They looked in the opposite direction, neither one willing to break the awkward silence between them.

That was when Akihito caught sight of a small figure standing hesitantly amongst the throng of people. The little boy looked left and right, his big eyes welling up with tears as he looked helplessly around him.

Akihito walked up to the child.

“Hey kid, can’t find your parents?”

“My mother… I can’t find her.” The boy’s voice was trembling from holding back his tears.

“Mother, huh,” There was a twinge of sadness in Akihito’s voice, but before anyone could take note of it, he squatted down so he was eye-level with the small child, and smiled brightly, patting the boy on his head. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you to find her!”

At first, the boy looked relieved, but as soon as he saw the bat Akihito had in his hand, his lips quivered and broke out into tears.

“I want my mummy!”

“Hey- wait! Why are you crying?!” Akihito tried to soothe the child, but to no avail. He turned around and looked at the young man in a panic, “Hey you! Don’t just stand there, do something!”

The young man looked as if Akihito asked him to summon up a pink elephant and alien and teach them waltz.

An old lady ambled up to them and clicked her tongue, “Young people nowadays, you think it’s alright to skip school and hang around in town and cause a ruckus at this hour of the day?” She took one look at the crying child and raised her voice even higher, “And exhorting money from an elementary school kid! Shame on you! This is why society is going downhill nowadays! I’m going to call the police and they’ll sort you out!”

Akihito was just about to argue that it wasn’t his fault that society is the way it is now when the old lady’s hand shot out with surprisingly nimbleness and wrenched the bat out of Akihito’s grasp.

“Hey! Give that back!”

But the old lady turned up her voice to maximum volume, so it sounded as if she was speaking through a megaphone.

“Talking back to your elders now, are you?! And what are you doing walking around with a weapon like this, threatening upstanding citizens like myself in this area?”

By now, a small crowd of onlookers had gathered around them. Akihito knew it wasn’t good for them to be attracting attention now, but he wanted his bat back.

“Look, I’m not threatening anyone with it, I-“

“What’s going on there?” A voice shouted from afar, and Akihito saw a policeman patrolling the area running towards them.

As if reading his intentions of wanting to grab his bat back, a hand pulled him back and dragged him away.

‘Hey wait! Let me go! I need that bat!”

But the young man didn’t let go. After dragging a struggling Akihito along a few streets, he finally released Akihito.

Akihito turned to run back the moment he was free, but he had hardly taken a step when he froze.

…

Where was he?

Glancing left and right, he saw designer boutiques lining up the wide pavement, and foreign cars whizzing along the road.

There was no way he could find his way back to where they were.

Akihito clutched his head in his hands and let out a groan. He was going to be so much trouble for losing that bat. He wanted to put it back before anyone found out that he took it, but now…

Seeing that Akihito was no longer running away, the young man said, “We should go somewhere inside for a while. They might be searching in this area soon.” After saying so, he walked off, as if expecting Akihito to follow him.

Akihito contemplated not following the young man, but he wasn’t familiar with this part of Tokyo at all. After all, no one without at least 100,000 digits in their bank account would come to this area.

He sighed.

With no other choice, he walked behind the other boy.

Everywhere they went, passersby turned their heads and did a double take at the young man. Akihito scowled. Sure, even amongst alphas, the young man was pretty good looking, with his tie yanked down and collar loosened, but he has flaws too, like…

…

Akihito couldn’t come up with any imperfections. And that irritated him even more.

There’s no way someone has no flaws. Maybe his height? But he was pretty tall. Then his face? Nope, it seems as if God had forsaken the rest of humanity’s appearance after creating one masterpiece.

Because Akihito was so deep in his thoughts, he didn’t notice the boy in front of him had stopped in his tracks and walked straight into him.

“Oww,” Akihito complained, rubbing his nose. At least he smelled good-

Wait, what?

Shocked at his own thoughts, he realized a second too late that the other boy had already veered off course and into a building.

He looked up at the building. The bright lights displaying the word ‘cinema’ shone down on him.

Akihito quickly darted inside the building. The smell of popcorn greeted him. By the time he stepped inside the foyer, the black haired boy was already at the ticket counter. Turning to Akihito, he asked, “Are there any films you want to see?”

“Yeah sure, are they still screening Barbie or My Little Pony?”

The young man gave him a deadpan look, then turned back to the lady at the booth.

“Then two tickets for the next film that’s screening.”

The lady smiled at them both kindly, and handed them their tickets.

“Please enjoy.”

Akihito walked up to him when he saw he paid for both of them. “How much was it? I’ll pay for my own.” He moved to put his hand in his pocket, but-

Shitttttt

His hand came up empty.

He had left in such a hurry this morning that he had forgotten his wallet.

“I-uh…”

Akihito shifted his feet, eyes gravitating towards the ground, suddenly finding a spot on the carpet really fascinating.

“I kinda...uh…”

The young man simply handed Akihito his tickets, along with a wad of notes.

“The concession stand is over there. I will wait for you at the entrance of the screen.”

He spoke curtly, and before Akihito could protest, he had already walked off.

Akihito stared at the bills in his hands, eyes wide. Holy crap, he must be rich. The black haired guy still seemed a bit angry, but Akihito brushed it off his mind and headed towards the snack stand.

When Akihito came back, the raven haired boy raised his eyebrows. In fact, all the cinema goers did a double take when Akihito walked past them.

He was holding a jumbo pot of popcorn. Balanced on top was a super sized hot dog and a small tray of takoyaki. In his left hand he was holding a cup of soda, and dangling between his fingers was a bag of candy floss. His trousers pockets were also bulging.

He shrugged when he saw the other boy staring at him.

“I didn’t have breakfast.”

Miraculously, or perhaps, incredibly, Akihito was able to walk down their aisle without dropping a single popcorn. He stopped short when he arrived at their designated seats.

“...”

“What is it?”

“No way. No way in hell am I gonna sit in that.”

What Akihito was referring to was a special seat for couples. The red sofa-like seat was heart shaped and there was no armrest in between.

Just looking at it made Akihito shudder.

Why the hell would they give them that seat?!

He stormed out of the screen.

“I want a change of seats.”

The lady at the booth looked flustered. “Ah, uhm, my deepest apologies, but there are no more vacant seats.”

“Is that delinquent causing trouble?”

“Maybe he wants to watch it for free and is harassing the poor girl.”

I can hear you, Akihito turned and scowled at the other movie goers whispering behind his back.

A hand yanked his collar.

“Hey- what are you doing?! Let me go!”

So once again, Akihito was dragged away, back towards the screen and into the seat.

“Did no one tell you it’s rude to drag someone?” Akihito glowered at the other man.

“Then don’t make a big scene, unless you want to be kicked out.” He sat down, and faced the screen, putting an end to the conversation.

Armed with no more options, Akihito sulked in his seat.

But they were in such close proximity that everytime they moved, their knees would brush, so Akihito sat like a stone, only moving his hands from the food to his mouth.

The movie seemed to be a romance one, something about a pair of childhood friends finally reuniting, a jealous stalker that comes with the package because the male lead was too handsome, and an unnecessary side character that keeps trying to steal the limelight.

Akihito was bored. Corny romance movies like these made his lone brain cell want to self-destruct. Especially that scene when one of them got kidnapped and got left on a stranded island, and the other braved through blazing gunfire and somehow could miraculously operate a helicopter and save the other person.

Maybe it was because of the film, but a certain memory from his past surfaced up, a memory that he had hardly thought of anymore.

When he was young, he made friends with another boy slightly older than him. He thought they were best friends, but after they got their tests back on their secondary gender, and he told his friend that he was an omega, the other boy slowly then completely dropped contact.

Probably thinks he’s too great to play with an omega.

What was that boy’s name again? Asami Ryuichi right?

...

Suddenly, the popcorn in his mouth felt like sand. The bucket of popcorn tumbled from his hand, spilling loudly across the ground. Several heads turned towards them, but Akihito couldn’t care less right at this moment. He jerked his head towards the person sitting on his right so hard that he nearly got whiplashed.

Didn't the Goatee guy call him Asami? Akihito raked through his memory hard. But it was all a blur since that weird time-stop moment had happened.

“...What’s your name?”

The black haired boy’s mouth thinned, as if Akihito had asked him a question he didn’t want to answer. His eyes stayed glued to the screen.

The glare of the light from the screen should have turned his face into an unattractive landscape of washed out colours, but it only made him more beautiful.

Just when Akihito thought he didn’t hear him and was about to ask again,

“...Asami.”

His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, but Akihito’s heart took the expressway straight to his stomach. His jaw dropped to the floor.

So that’s why he looked uncomfortable when Akihito mentioned the person he knew from his childhood, they were the same person!

“Why didn’t you say that you were Asami earlier?!”

Unable to contain his shock, Akihito inadvertently raised his voice.

The other movie watchers turned to them in shock.

“Did he say Asami?”

“The Asami?”

“No way!”

The whispers spread like a ripple across a still lake. Asami stood up abruptly and exited the screen. He didn’t say another word until they were both outside the building. Akihito followed behind without a word, slightly regretting his outburst. Then, with a furrow in between his brows, Asami said with a voice that carried an exasperated resignation.

“Do you have to cause a commotion everytime you go somewhere?”

“Hey, that wasn’t on purpose!” Akihito said reflexively. Or rather, heard himself say. His mind was still reeling at the revelation.

But it wasn’t surprising that the other people were shocked. The Asami family was famous. It was an old family, with their influence extending to everywhere from politics to business. And they were one of the wealthiest families in Japan.

They walked aimlessly down the street in silence.

A thousand questions burned in Akihito’s throat, and a thousand questions extinguished in his mouth.

What should he say? How have you been? Or, why did you leave?

The betrayal after so many years still stung, but everytime he saw Asami, the questions died. There was something different, something untouchable about Asami now, that made him seem so different from the young boy that lived in Akihito’s memories.

A loud rumble echoed.

It seemed that Akihito had done too much thinking.

Asami turned back, his eyebrows raised.

“Are you still hungry?”

“Hey,” Akihito raised both of his hands, “I didn’t even get to finish eating the food I got before we left the cinema.”

Akihito's eyes trailed around, and landed on a golden arch of the letter ‘M’.

“There, let’s go eat there.”

He probably has never been into a fast food restaurant before. Akihito sniggered inwardly. Payback number 1.

Akihito grinned at Asami, “Though there’s no knife or forks there. Are you sure you are going to be alright?”

Asami shot him a withering look, then headed inside.

But to Akihito’s surprise, instead of looking uncomfortable, Asami walked up the counter and ordered without any hesitation.

The person at the counter placed a cup of sundae on their tray.

“Here, it’s a free special sundae for couples when you buy two or more deluxe meals because it’s White Day.”

...It’s White Day today?! Of all days to meet with Asami again. Akihito facepalmed inwardly. But Asami didn’t seem bothered. He took the tray, and sat them at a table near the corner. He pushed three burgers with fries towards Akihito, and only took one for himself.

His long elegant fingers unwrapped up his burger. He looked so refined, so out of place in a cheap burger chain, and if Akihito didn’t know Asami, he would have thought Asami was a model shooting a commercial.

At that moment Asami glanced up, his eyes met Akihito’s.

“Eat.”

Embarrassment coloured Akihito’s cheeks at having been caught staring. He quickly stuffed the burger in his mouth.

Still, after the three burgers, Akihito stared at the sundae. It looked delicious. Strawberry sauce dripped enticingly off the soft peaks of the ice cream.

Asami must have seen him staring at it with sparkling eyes because he said, “You can have it.”

“All of it?” Even when saying so, Akihito was pulling the cup towards himself.

The first mouthful was bliss, and a content smile naturally spread across Akihito’s face. But all too soon, the cup was empty. Akihito leaned back in his chair, his hunger finally abated. Now that they had both finished eating, the silence made Akihito shift uncomfortably in his seat. His fingers fiddled with the empty cup. He was just thinking about how to break the silence when Asami beat him to it.

“What were you doing there this morning?”

For a brief moment, Akihito’s mind pulled up empty. Then he stiffened as he remembered the reason and that he was with an alpha himself. A sour taste entered his mouth, and a scowl appeared on his face.

“That goatee gorilla guy harassed my friend's girlfriend. He forcefully used his pheromones on her and made her go into heat. Luckily Takato arrived in time, but who knows what would have happened if he didn’t.” The cup got crushed in his fist.

Asami was silent, then, “You should stay away from him.”

Akihito’s anger started to simmer up again. “Didn’t you hear what I just said he did? No way in hell am I gonna let him off the hook for what he did.”

“It’s not your problem, is it?”

“Takato’s like my brother, so of course it’s my problem! Plus, his attitude pisses me off, you heard what he said-“

“Don’t go near Sakazaki.” An edge had entered Asami’s voice.

Akihito sat back, folding his arms. He wasn’t about to back down. He glared at Asami. “Are you protecting him?”

Asami looked disgusted at the very idea.

“Then what’s your problem with me-“

“You don’t know what he’s capable of.”

“That doesn’t scare me-“

“Akihito.”

The air surrounding them suddenly became thin. Akihito’s mouth snapped shut.

“Do. Not. Go. Near. Him.”

Asami’s words were flat, cold. He spoke slowly, but there was no masking his anger. His golden eyes burned into Akihito’s, preventing Akihito from looking away, and for once, Akihito was at a loss for words. Asami held his gaze for a few more seconds, then he stood up, taking the tray to the nearby trash can.

The silence returned, and neither of them made any attempts to break it. Akihito’s mood was black and refused to look at Asami. Did Asami expect him to smile, nod his head and go, “Yeah, sure, I won’t.”?

Asami made no move to break it either. He simply walked out of the restaurant and along Main Street and flagged down a taxi. Seeing Asami talking to the driver and handing him a wad of cash, Akihito had just decided to turn around and blindly walk around until he was at a familiar place when Asami pushed him inside the taxi.

He leaned against the car door frame, his eyes capturing Akihito’s, and said, “Remember what I’ve said. Don’t go near the school or Sakazaki again.”

“Now wait a damn minute you-“

He closed the door to the taxi before Akihito could say any more.

Then, he spun on his heel and strode away briskly, disappearing into the crowd of people, and the taxi pulled away.

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The moment Asami closed the door to his room, he slumped onto the ground, all the energy leaving his body.

Why, why did he have to appear again now of all times?

#finder series #finder series fanfic #asami ryuichi #Asami ryuichi fic #asami x akihito #finder #finder no hyouteki #yaoi #you’re my loveprize in viewfinder #takaba akihito

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sustraiii · 4 years ago

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TEAM ZRCN ARC 4 - CHAPTER 1

Annddddd we’re back with the first chapter of the fourth and final arc! No prologues this time round, we’re jumping straight into the action!

Belleza’s chaos levels: rising by the day

BELLEZA

Two days.

That was all the time Belleza had been willing to give Calantha to decide whether she would trade herself for those that Belleza had taken prisoner. What Calantha did not know was that they had already been sent away to Olympia, Belleza deciding she had had enough of chasing around after her younger sister, and had taken fate into her own hands and decided to push ahead into phase three with or without her.

Perhaps the most surprising thing in all of this was Calantha seemed to actually be waiting two days to give her answer. Knowing what she was like, Belleza had expected her comments about Bianca would have appealed to her gentle nature and she would have willingly complied to come home, but she hadn’t. True, she hadn’t outright said no, but she had questioned what would have been the alternative had she done so, and that alone was enough to surprise Belleza.

That surprise had turned to irritation hours later when - thanks to Ulysses’s security hack that Lunick was able to modify for them - she learnt that there were plans in motion to arrange for a set-up to try and capture Belleza. Oh, how she had raged when she saw those messages, and how her impatience grew when Calantha’s call didn’t immediately follow.

When the call finally came that morning, Belleza knew what to expect; she had seen those "covert" messages. But just because she knew what was coming didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun with it.

As her scroll began to ring, she waved Miho into the next room, and shut the door behind her.

"You're cutting it awfully close," Was the first thing Belleza said as she answered the call. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to respond."

"Of course I was going to respond," Calantha responded, "I just needed time to think things through."

You needed time to plan with your new 'friends', Belleza thought to herself, rolling her eyes as Calantha prattled on.

"I'll come back with you, but you have to promise to let the others go."

"You don't have to remind me, little lamb," Belleza chided. "My memory is nowhere near as bad as our father's is - I remember what I said two days ago."

Calantha made a small noise on the other end of the call. "Right, well...we would like to hold the trade at Astrolabe University tomorrow. I will be there waiting with Wren, and you will bring the others as promised." There was a pause before her sister added, "You know where it is don't you?"

Although Calantha couldn't see it, Belleza leaned forward in her seat, looking out the window where the university could be seen in the distance. So large and imposing was the school you would be hard pressed to find somewhere in Highpoint where you couldn't see it. "Well for starters - I'm not blind," Belleza answered in a wry tone. "And secondly, I've been there before, remember? You know...when I picked up the Oxford brat and the little redhead."

"Oh, right."

"So why Astrolabe may I ask?" Belleza asked, leaning backwards in her seat. She already knew what the answer was - that it was easily defended and had already been chosen by the Mob Ops and the Security Team as it was deemed the most suitable to stage a trade off. "I half expected Mr Oxford would have wanted his precious firstborn delivered right to his door."

"We decided it would be easier to meet there," Calantha started to explain. "It's a nice central location, it's where you took Rosie and Mira, and if we hold the trade off at the sports hall, we can avoid any unnecessary contact with the students or faculty."

"I hope Major Honeycutt isn't planning on challenging me to a hockey game whilst she's at it."

"What?"

"Well that's where their local team plays isn't it?" Belleza couldn't help but laugh at her sister's confusion. "Or at least that's what I assumed based on the posters I’ve seen around the place.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Calantha admitted. “I didn’t even realise Highpoint had a hockey team...”

“Well now you do! But don’t worry we won’t be playing any games tomorrow. I swear to be on my best behaviour if you are!” Belleza said in a faux sweet tone. “I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow, little sister.” She was about to end the call when Calantha stopped her.

“You don’t even know what time to meet us!”

“I’ll decide when I want to arrive,” Belleza snapped back, practically yelling directly into the scroll at that point. “All you and the rest of your new friends need to do is make sure you’re there and ready to go. Do you understand?”

Calantha hesitated slightly before responding. “Yes, Belle.”

“Goodbye,” Belleza said, satisfied she had gotten out all needed to say for now. After disconnecting from the call, she was quick to her feet, and hurried to the door, shouting to her companion.

“Miho! Gather your things, we have somewhere to be!”

After summoning Miho, the two women were quick to depart the building, but not before putting some clothes for outside. Considering they were still targets for the military and the security team, Belleza knew they had to be careful and try not to draw too much attention to themselves, which was easier said than done for Belleza whose snow-white hair made her stand out like a sore thumb. In an effort to hide her appearance she wore a slightly oversized woolly hat, and removed her earrings temporarily to be extra safe.

Stepping outside they moved quietly, and kept away from people for the most part, managing to find a good balance between making their movements seem natural and not drawing attention to themselves. Once they were safely away from the most populated areas, Belleza was willing to converse with Miho a little as they walked.

“Did she say everything you thought she would?” Miho inquired.

“Pretty much,” She nodded. “Naturally she tried to dumb it down for me, and claim she was thinking it through, rather than conspiring with our enemies to trap us as we know she was.”

Miho made a small scoffing sound, as though she couldn't believe the audacity of Calantha's behaviour.

The two continued to walk, until they came to a nondescript building, a small warning sign on the chain link fence surrounding it being the only true hint of what this place was.

Miho took a step forward to read the sign, and turned back to Belleza with a raised eyebrow. "Why are you taking me into the mines?"

"This is where Sparrow and I stashed the supplies from a few weeks ago," Belleza explained as she walked ahead. Realising she wasn't going to stop to talk, Miho quickly fell back in line, and followed her into the building. A small rusted lock was the only true deterrent from getting further inside, but a sharp tug was all it needed to loosen enough for her to take it off. Belleza held the door open for Miho, further explaining what they were doing here. "Bianca took the majority home with her, but I'm hoping you might be able to make some use of what's left."

Miho nodded her head silently, and as they walked she looked around the building. There wasn't anything notable about the place to Belleza as most of it had been gutted of any defining furniture. The two women made their way to a back room, where a simple elevator waited to take them down to the mines.

"Is it safe?" Miho asked, stepping into the elevator, which rocked under the sudden weight.

"Well I can't imagine this thing has gone through any health and safety tests recently," She replied dryly, focusing more on powering up the elevator rather than whether it was safe or not. "You're not scared are you?" She teased.

Miho was quick to deny she was afraid, but was unable to hide the startled expression on her face when the elevator shuddered into life and began to descend. "I meant the mines."

"Yes, they're safe - or stable at least," Belleza explained. "When we first arrived I had Bianca look into the situation regarding the mines to see if it was something we could use to our advantage. Whilst no longer active per se, apparently this whole place acts as a sort of underfloor heating for the town. They regularly have surveyors come out to ensure the place isn’t on the verge of blowing up.”

Miho nodded approvingly. “That was smart of them.”

“Seems like a waste of good dust if you ask me,” Belleza huffed. After a short descent, the elevator came to a stop at the bottom of the mine shaft, which split off into three different tunnels. “But surprise, surprise, the Atlas elites wind up hoarding all the- Wait!” An arm snapped out, preventing Miho from walking off into the tunnels without her. “Do you hear that?” “Hear what?”

Belleza moved her head, trying to determine the direction where the sound was coming, eventually deciding it was coming from the right tunnel - conveniently the one they needed to go through. With a wave of her hand, she gestured for Miho to follow her, and they made their way through the tunnel. As they walked the sound - which started off as the faintest of tapping noises - continued to grow louder and louder until they found the source of the noise.

Crouched in front of the wall, hammering away at a vein of fire dust crystals, was a young boy who had to be around Calantha’s age if Belleza had to guess. However, the colourful emblem on the hoodie he wore made him seem slightly younger. The boy had a pair of headphones in his ears, and was humming along to whatever song was playing through them, so wasn’t aware of their presence until Belleza kicked a loose pebble at him.

After the rock hit him and he became aware of their presence, he lost his balance and tumbled backwards in surprise. He quickly managed to scramble to his feet, and might have made a run for it, had it not been for Miho reaching out to grab his hood, and holding him in place, before forcibly turning him around to face them once he ceased his struggling.

He seemed nervous when he finally plucked up the courage to talk to them. “What are you doing here?” He asked.

“What are you doing here?” Belleza countered, putting her hands on her hips.

The boy looked down at the floor. “I was trying to get a crystal from the mines to impress Daisy Tisane,” He admitted shyly, speaking as though Belleza was supposed to know who that was. “Please don’t tell my mom about this, okay? She grounded my ass for a solid month the last time I tried this and even threatened to pull out my application for the academy.”

“I don’t even know who your mother is,” Belleza said flatly.

“What?” The boy seemed taken aback by this. “Captain Bougainvillea? Surely you must know her. I’m her son - Maroon.”

“What do you want - a medal?”

“I-” Maroon seemed at a loss for words.

“Listen boy, I couldn’t give a shit who your mother is. I have no intention of seeking out Captain Boogaloo, or whatever her name is, I have a job to do, and I’d like to take care of it without any interference from you or her. Believe me when I say telling on you is the least of my priorities!” Belleza snapped. She took a step toward the boy. “I won’t tell anyone that I saw you here, if you don’t tell anyone about us. Do we have a deal?” Belleza held out her hand almost as soon as she finished speaking, not giving the boy any other option but to say yes.

Reluctantly, he stretched out his hand to hers and gave it a weary shake. Before she let him, Belleza tightened her grip and leaned in even closer. “Be a good boy and run along before I change my mind about being so nice and decide to break your legs.”

The boy’s eyes widened in alarm, and no sooner had Belleza released her grip, did he take off down the tunnel eager to get away from them. In his hurry to leave, he left behind the dust crystal he had been hammering off. Miho bent down to pick it up, and tossed it in her hand. “I’m guessing he won’t be needing this anymore.”

Belleza smirked. “Keep that close, Miho. You might be able to make some use of it later.”

After the brief interruption, the two women finally made it to where Belleza had stashed the last of the supplies they had taken. At the end of the tunnel, the mine opened out into a large cavernous space, which was connected to even more tunnels.

Miho whistled. “Wow. How big is this place exactly?”

“Big enough,” Belleza said simply. She signalled for Miho to join her by a crate she was standing next to. As her companion joined her, she lifted the lid to show the contents inside - several dust crystals carefully packaged together with several wires and pieces of scrap metal.

“Will this be enough to do your thing with your semblance?” She asked.

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“Whatever it is you’re planning on using it for,” Miho laughed, reaching into the box to pick up a crystal.

“Think of it as a distraction. A really big distraction,” Belleza said, watching as Miho studied the crystal carefully. Belleza never really had much use for dust, so had never bothered to learn much about it other than the basic uses. “When Cala and her new friends come to the meeting they’ll find these waiting for them instead of us. Of course, it would require one of us to stay behind to ensure they found their intended target...” Although she was certain Miho would have offered herself up regardless, she fluttered her eyelashes at her, hoping that playing nice would serve as a further incentive for Miho.

“If you want me to stay behind I will. No questions asked,” Miho said. “I would give my life for you if you asked it.”

“That is good to know,” Belleza smiled. “But don’t try and pick any fights afterwards.I still have use for you back home and would rather not see you wind up in an Atlesian prison or meeting your maker at the end of a hail of bullets. We can use the chaos from what happens in the aftermath to flee.”

“But how? Won’t the city go into lockdown or something?” Miho asked, sounding a little doubtful.

“Oh, it will,” Belleza confirmed. “But you’re looking at our escape plan right now.”

For a split second, Miho looked down at the crystal she was still holding.

“Not the dust, you idiot,” Belleza scolded, smacking Miho on the arm. “The mine! You see, a couple of these tunnels lead right out of town.”

“Really?”

Belleza nodded. “So whilst you ensure Cala finds our little present, I will wait down here in the tunnels for you. And then, whilst everyone is running around in a panic, you’ll escape, join me in the tunnels, and we’ll skip right out of town and straight back to the O.R.C.A.S!”

#team zrcn fic #belleza rossi #miho ryuzaki #maroon bougainvillea

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rwby-grimm-guardians · 4 years ago

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RWBY Grimm Guardians Arc 2: Beacon’s Fragile Light Ch VII

Hey, everyone! I’m back! This is the seventh chapter of Beacon’s Fragile Light. This next chapter takes place during the seventh episode of Volume 2. This chapter will feature a LOT of ships. Also, prepare for some battle. As usual, please give feedback and enjoy!

Also, I apologize if some parts seem rushed here and for a certain stereotype. Please note that I am only describing the Weapon Spirits’ ball appearances and a new OC that will also appear in this chapter. Cinder will also be described, but not too detailed.

Disclaimer: Still own nothing.

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The teams’ clothes for the ball had finally arrived...and just in time too, as the dance was tonight. The Weapon Spirits immediately got ready, as theirs arrived later than anticipated. Summer had chosen a red suit with a black shirt...and, of course, looked amazing, according to her fellow Weapon Spirits and their wielders. Sent from Klein, Arktis had gotten a nice, silky, blue sleeveless dress with blue heels and white snowflake patterns that decorated the dress.

As far as her daughter, her friends, and the elder Schnee’s fellow Weapon Spirits were concerned, Arktis looked incredible. Gambol was next to get dressed and she had picked out a beautiful black and purple kimono, sent by Blake’s mother, Kali. While she did groan, due to her totally expecting it, the elder faunus put the kimono on, earning multiple compliments from the group and obviously Ember.

The monk had picked out a yellow shirt with a pair of brown dress pants and shoes. “You weren’t looking forward to the dressing up part, were you?” Summer asked, putting her red cloak on to match her outfit. Ember groaned with a nod as the red clad woman rubbed her friend’s shoulder reassuringly. The former STRQ leader smiled encouragingly, “Relax. You look great.” Ruby and Yang nodded in agreement, prompting Blake to say, “Gambol definitely has the hots from you.”

The elder faunus blushed as she looked at her “sister” and whispered, “Are you out of your mind!? What are you doi-!?” Blake placed her hand over the elder faunus’ lips as she whispered firmly, “I’m telling her what you actually feel. YOU. LIKE. HER. Now go and have fun with your datemate. Got it?” Gambol went silent, before replying in a squeak, “ Hai, okusama .” “You heard her, right?” Summer whispered in Ember’s ear, causing her to jump a bit.

“Yes, ma’am. I’m going.” The blonde said, as both Weapon Spirits went out the door first. With team RWBY sighing with relief, Ruby and Yang began laughing when Summer hugged them tightly with a grin. “I’m so proud of you~!” The red clad woman shouted with joy, doing a short spin as she held her daughters. Blake began giggling, only to fully laugh when Arktis gave the same treatment to a flustered Weiss.

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Now at the ball, Gambol and Ember were already dancing, obviously having a blast. Yang and Blake were also enjoying themselves, taking their time with their dance. Arktis sat next to Weiss, before placing a hand on her shoulder. “Enjoying yourself so far?” She asked. The heiress sighed, “I honestly don’t know…. I...feel like I should, but….well…”

She then pointed towards Ruby, causing Arktis to smile. “You care about her….” She said, only for her frown to vanish when her daughter said nothing. The heiress bit her lip, before saying, “I do care about her as a friend, but….I don’t know if that’s all...or if I care about her more than that.” The elder Schnee nodded, finally understanding what Weiss meant, “If you’re worried, I suggest you don’t. Everyone questions their own feelings from time to time.”

The heiress sighed, “But what if I unintentionally harm Ruby because of it?” The blue dressed woman stayed silent for a couple of seconds, before saying, “I’m sorry...but I can’t help you with that… As much as I want to give you a definitive answer, that is something you will have to find out for yourself.” As a way to change the subject for the time being, Arktis asked, “Would you like to dance?” Weiss just looked at her, wide-eyed, causing the elder Schnee to chuckle.

“It’s a simple question, Weiss.” She smiled. Stuttering, the heiress answered, “Y-Yes, please.” Arktis then stood up and guided Weiss to the dance floor, giving a smirking Summer a nod and a smile as the two past her. Leaving the two Schnees to have fun, the tallest of the Weapon Spirits went over to Ruby, only for the young leader to pull her by the hand. “Sorry, but we need to hurry.” Ruby said, noticing Summer’s confusion.

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After a brief explanation of what the young leader saw, Ruby and Summer found themselves outside the Cross Continental Transmit System Tower, quickly spotting the figure the younger Rose saw. “Any idea who...or WHAT that is?” Ruby asked. Squinting at the figure, the elder Rose’s eyes widened, “Isn’t that the new student, Cinder Fall?” The young teen raised an eyebrow, “Cinder? Why the hell is she going around like a burglar?” Summer sighed, “Guess we’re about to find out. We got another guest.”

The red cloaked woman pointed at a new taller figure following Cinder. Judging by the shape, the figure seemed to be female and have a somewhat muscular physique. The figure was also carrying two pistols. “You know that is?” Ruby asked, only for Summer to shake her head. “If I know her, then I don’t remember…” The two Roses then began chasing Cinder and the new figure.

After a bit of running, the two managed to follow the perpetrators to the elevator, heading to the top floor. After heading to the top floor as well, Ruby aimed Crescent Rose in rifle mode, with Summer holding the weapon in scythe mode. “Cinder? We know you’re here. Just come on out so you can explain what’s going on.” Ruby said, looking across the room for any potential threats, before Cinder casually emerged from her hiding spot.

“Your weapon is too observant for its own good.” The masked woman said, causing Ruby’s eyebrow to twitch. “Unfortunately, I don’t have time to have a conversation with you two.” She then whistled, causing the new figure to land in front of the Roses from the ceiling. As predicted from her silhouette, she was somewhat muscular and female. She also had black hair, red eyes with black sclera, black and dark gray sweat clothes, along with black boots and red sunglasses.

Summer and her glared at each other in the eye. Cinder then waved with an arrogant smirk, “Have fun.”, before proceeding to leave, only for Ruby to block her. A silent bell went off and soon, Ruby was dueling Cinder, constantly breaking through any dust the older teenager had to attempt to stop her from escaping. Summer and the other woman began having a brutal battle, as Summer tried to destroy the pistols, while the woman continuously tried to shoot the elder Rose in the face and gut.

Cinder then used fire dust to cause a smokescreen, blinding Ruby temporarily and allowing her to escape. “ Merde! ” The young leader shouted, coughing as she stumbled out of the smoke. Summer then got Crescent Rose caught on the woman’s shirt, ripping it off and revealing the woman’s sports-bra...and many bat tattoos that decorated her right arm and the right side of her torso and chest. Summer’s face went pale as she began stuttering, “It...c-can’t be…! H-How are you still...!?”

The woman raised an eyebrow, before grinning and let out a laugh...a laugh that Summer thought she would never have to hear again. “I see YOU have changed… JUST. LIKE. ME.” The woman said, before punching the Weapon Spirit in the ribs. “BE SURE TO KEEP THINGS INTERESTING, ROOS! ” The woman shouted, before escaping as a group of bats. Ruby then walked up to Summer as both of them sat down and Summer sent a text to Ironwood.

Sighing, the red cloaked woman said, “THAT...was Lady Vampier. Those that follow her call her the Bat Queen.” She then explained that she was a rival of hers back in Beacon, but Lady had vanished. Summer was then tasked with stopping her when she found out that Lady had begun doing various violent crimes, such as murder and experimentation. She was trying to make herself a god by extracting the blood of her victims and using Grimm blood. She had no choice but to kill her.

“Seems like she succeeded...” Summer said. “We don’t know that.” Ruby said, only for the tallest Weapon Spirit to give out a hollow laugh. “Hun, she’s STILL alive….” The two went silent as Summer looked at her scroll. “We need to go through Cinder’s information as soon as possible.” She said, earning a nod from the younger Rose. “What about the ‘Bat Queen’?” She asked, earning a shrug from the red cloaked woman. “Ironwood will give me that info soon.” She said.

After a few minutes of relaxing, the two then heard music from the tower's speakers. The two looked at the scroll, receiving a text that explained that Ozpin wanted them to have a dance, even though the night was almost over. Summer smirked, knowing that Evergreen made that decision. “Shall we have a dance?” She asked Ruby, who grinned and stood, helping the elder Rose to her feet. ‘So...I finally get to dance with my daughter…’ Summer thought, before smiling as she began dancing with Ruby.

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Okay. A few things.

1) The whole Dutch thing comes from the idea that Cinderella (who Cinder is loosely based on) is Dutch. This means that Cinder ALSO might be Dutch.

2) The reason why I had a battle here is because the ACTUAL episode doesn’t really have a fight scene. I’ll admit, I suck at fight scenes, so please give advice so I can improve. I’d really appreciate it.

And 3) Roos means rose in Dutch, Lady means dame in Dutch, and Vampier means vampire in Dutch.

Also 4) Ruby and Summer’s dance is PURELY PLATONIC! Don’t make things weird or gross.

And with that, this chapter is done! Really sorry about this being a short one. Next one might be short as well, unfortunately. But, hopefully, the Vol. 3 chapters will be a little longer. Anyway, I’ll see ya later.

#rwby #rwby ocs #rwby au #grimm guardians au #Summer Rose #willow schnee #ruby rose #weiss schnee #whiterose (mentioned)#Blake Belladonna #yang xiao long #bumbleby #Gambol Shroud #ember celica #cinder fall #lady vampir

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lemonsandstrawberries · 5 years ago

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A (not) Special Day

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), MCU, imagine Avengers 2012

summary: Tony and Steve became a couple not so long ago and came a day, that started as every day in Steve's dating life with Tony Stark, but the more it progressed, the weirder it became, almost as if the universe was hiding something from him... Meaning, it is Tony's birthday and everyone knows except Steve.

length: 2 513

a/n: yes, I posted yesterday already a happy birthday fic for Tony, but felt inspired and wrote another one. so, once again, Happy Birthday, Tony! Hope you will like the fic and as always, feedback, reblogs and likes are appreciated and needed!

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A (not) Special Day

"Sooo... Any plans for today?"

Steve looked over his shoulder, hearing the question. It was a regular question but said in that sing a song way as if suggesting something and the way Clint had put his elbows on the table and leaned in, eyebrows raised expectantly just added to the mystery. And Steve had no clue what that was about.

"Uh. No, not really," Steve answered, cracking some eggs into a bowl and adding milk, not measuring it, just eyeballing. Pancakes for breakfast. That was his nearest plan.

"Wait... You didn't make any plans?"

"Why should I make any plans?" Steve asked back, adding melted butter into the mix, before leaving the bowl on the counter and taking flour from the cabinet, digging through boxes of cereals and pop tarts. There was not a single kid in the Avengers Tower, but the content of the cabinet told a different story.

"So, you don't know that-"

"Morning, handsome!"

Clint immediately zipped his mouth shut, when Tony waltzed into the kitchen. In black tank top, drawstrings pants, still ruffled from sleep. Tony Stark in his most natural state. Steve puffed out his cheek for a good morning kiss, and Tony pressed his lips into the soft skin, his stubble leaving a light scratch behind.

"Hi, babe. Clint, you were saying?" Steve turned his head to look at the archer, just in time to see the stumped expression on Clint's face, and Tony's gentle bewilderment. Something didn't add up.

"Uh, nothing," Clint said quickly, focusing on his bowl of multicolored cereals and small marshmallows. A perfectly balanced breakfast.

"You are making breakfast for me?" Tony turned to Steve, smiling brightly.

Steve felt suspicious for a second longer but decided to let the topic go, seeing that Tony didn't dwell on it either. Oh, well, probably it wasn't anything important.

"Actually, I am making it just for myself," Steve teased, adding flour into the mix of eggs and milk.

"Ouch, harsh," Tony narrowed his eyes, scoffing playfully. "Didn't know you were so selfish."

"That's not what you said last night," Steve pointed out with a smile, going on with the banter. Behind their backs, Clint made some gagging sound.

"And that's my cue to go," Clint said, taking his empty bowl and spoon, and put it into the dishwasher. Before he could walk out of the kitchen, his eyes lingered on Tony, and after some hesitation, he reached his hand in brunet's direction as if to pat him on the arm, but instead pulled him into a hug in the last second.

"Uhhh," Tony smiled awkwardly, hugging Clint back and patting his back, "thanks," he said. Clint moved away from the hug and nodded to Tony doing some thoughtful face, and walked out of the kitchen.

Okay, that definitely was suspicious.

"What was that about?" Steve asked when he and Tony were left alone.

"Jealous?" Tony asked, smiling happily. One look at Steve's face and it was clear that it wasn't jealousy, just a heck lot of confusion. "I don't know. Maybe he fell into a dumpster again and bashed his head?"

Steve thinned his lips, muttering a concerned 'hmph'. Seemed that the whole team needed another 'safety during world saving' kind of talk.

"Coming back to that breakfast... You are seriously not going to include me?"

Steve blinked, hearing the complaint. He looked at his boyfriend and saw Tony giving him an extra pleading look as if he didn't eat for days. Which for sure wasn't the case, because Steve made sure that Tony ate regularly, and on most of the days, Tony was pretty good of keeping track of his meals. Food was too good to skip.

"You mix, I fry?" Steve smiled, handing Tony a whisk. Teamwork at its finest.

Tony groaned in disappointment, finding the hour too early to be useful. But fine, he would comply. "I am adding chocolate chips though," Tony said, dipping the whisk in and carefully mixing before he would go faster and try not to splatter the batter everywhere.

"Fine with me," Steve took a step back, and sat at the table, just appreciating the view, because the faster Tony mixed, the more he wiggled his butt, something Tony wasn't aware of, but Steve knew and found very attractive.

***

"Steve, let's get hot-dogs!"

"Sure," Steve agreed, taking a stroll with Tony around the park, seeing the cart in the distance. It was a calm, sunny day, the air was crisp and Tony looked very elegant in navy blue coat paired with some slacks and sport shoes, giving it a casual look. Steve didn't look too shabby either, in a faux leather jacket in brown color, jeans, and a white shirt. Wherever they went, the superhusbands couple, as the press named them, was always attracting attention, but this day differed from others. Meaning, they attracted even more attention. Especially Tony. During their walk, Tony already heard a couple of 'yeah, Iron Man!' which made him smile and wave to whoever shouted it, and while it was sweet, Steve couldn't help to think that everyone around him knew something he didn't.

"Steve, what topping you want?"

"Oh," Steve blinked, too deep in his thoughts to notice that they reached the hot-dog cart, "um, mustard and ketchup, please," he said to the mustached man running the cart.

"Traditionalist," Tony complained about Steve's basic choice and started placing his order, enlisting almost every topping and sauce available.

"Please give him extra napkins. Or a bib," Steve said to the seller, and the guy laughed friendly, while Tony scoffed and playfully pushed at Steve's shoulder.

Maybe he was just being paranoid. People always talked about him and Tony and today was no different. Tony thanked for the hot-dogs and paid, and they resumed walking. Steve held his regular looking hot-dog, while Tony measured every bite, trying to get all the avocado, salsa and sliced jalapeños in his mouth, without getting it all over his clothes, while still holding hands with Steve and watching it, Steve felt somehow calm and happy. Being with Tony really made him happy.

"You seriously need a bib," Steve pointed out in good humor, biting his hot-dog and observing Tony struggle with his food and failed attempts to eat neatly.

***

"Babe..."

"Hm?"

"Don't you think it was kinda weird today?"

"What, why?" Tony leaned against Steve's bare chest, rubbing hand cream over his hands. All the work with heavy machinery and different machine oils and greases was drying his skin and Tony used to rub a ridiculous amount of moisturizing cream into his hands each time before going to sleep.

"I don't know," Steve frowned, lifting his arm so Tony could fit better into him. He pulled the covers over them and sunk into the bed, making himself more comfortable. Overall, it was a nice day, just something felt odd. "People kept staring at us."

"People always stare at us," Tony smiled patiently. That wasn't anything new, and Tony thought that Steve already got used to their public status.

"Yeah, but - it was different today," Steve thought out loud, stroking Tony's arm with his thumb. Usually, people flocked to them, trying to initiate small talk, ask for autographs. Today, it was only staring. As if everyone made some silent agreement to give them some privacy, while just observing. It was eerier than openly going crazy over them. "You even got donuts for free," Steve pointed out.

"Yeah," Tony laughed, sounding embarrassed. After they had eaten hot-dogs, Tony had a craving for something sweet and talked Steve into visiting his favorite donut place. He was a regular and usually his order was prepared even before he had placed it and today a smiley girl handed him a box, saying that it was on the house. Tony had a rule of not accepting free stuff, but the smiley girl, who turned out to be the manager, insisted. Begrudgingly, Tony had agreed, not to cause a scene, but had left a generous tip, which was more than enough to cover three boxes of donuts. "I kinda feel bad about it. But the donuts were good, right?"

"Yeah, they were," Steve agreed, not quite satisfied with the answer. The day was ending, and he still had more questions than answers.

"Alright, I see that's something is bothering you. And you know what is good for that?"

If Steve had hope for some explanations, he was quickly proven wrong, once Tony rolled on his side and put a leg over Steve's thighs, straddling him. Warm hands resting on his chest and Tony moved in closer, evoking some heat in lower parts of Steve's body.

If he couldn't get any answers, it was the best way to silence his brain.

Until Tony's overly moisturized hands slipped on his skin, and Tony instead of leaning in intimately, fell forward, headbonking their foreheads and temporarily blinding Steve with pain, while both screamed.

"Ow," Tony rolled down, massaging his forehead, "okay, that wasn't how I planned it," he admitted, hissing the words out.

Steve shook his head, getting the shocked feeling out of his system. He growled and threw himself over Tony, who squeaked in self-defense and started laughing, laughing some more until Steve kissed him quiet, planning to make his boyfriend loud again later.

And it was sweet again.

***

The mystery resolved itself the next day when a colorful cover of a magazine got in Steve's line of sight while he had been standing in a queue to the cash register in his regular supermarket. It was one of those gossiping magazines, ones Steve usually paid no mind, but the photo on the cover was of him and Tony and it was a recent one, snapped yesterday. The headline, written in bold letters, sounded absurd at first, but the more Steve focused on it, the more it made sense and he felt as if someone dumped a bucket of ice-cold water on him. He had grabbed the magazine, paid for the groceries, and hurried out, different feelings brewing in him and making his steps heavier.

Shock. Anger. Betrayal.

"Why didn't you tell me?!"

Tony's shoulders jumped when a colorful magazine fell on his lap, covering his tablet and interrupting his work time back in the Avengers Tower. He quickly scanned the covers, seeing himself and Steve, holding hands and walking down the sidewalk, chatting and smiling at each other, Tony holding a paper bag with the box of free donuts. It wasn't the worst picture, they both looked happy and in love, but it was when Tony saw the headline and understood the snappy tone.

'Tony Stark celebrating his birthday with Captain America on the streets of New York'.

Exclusive material. Of course.

Tony carefully lifted his eyes, meeting Steve's judging look. The way Steve crossed his arms below his chest and furrowed his eyebrows made him look intimidating but also pronounced his biceps and chest and the clenched teeth gave nice definition to his jawline. Unfairly attractive.

"I didn't think it was a big deal," Tony blurted out, feeling only minimally sorry. For him, birthday wasn't that grand. True, back in the days, he liked to throw big parties, but since he joined the Avengers, calm days were rare, and he was happy to spent his birthday calmly, just with Steve.

"Not a big -" Steve raised his voice, stopping himself on time, when Tony cocked his head to the side, sending his boyfriend a quizzical look. With a sigh, Steve closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I wish you had told me," Steve admitted, more mad at himself than at Tony. Definitely more mad at himself. How he could not know that it had been his boyfriend's birthday? He saw Tony's SHIELD file and his birth date was right there, in front of his nose, how he could skip it? He was supposed to have a photographic memory and even memorized Tony's social security number, which was the easiest combination of numbers in the world and it was a true puzzle how someone as intelligent as Tony couldn't remember the combination of nine digits.

"Baby, it's fine-"

"No, Tony it's - It was your first birthday since we started dating and we didn't even do anything special," Steve continued, frustration and embarrassment clear in his voice.

"Well, if that counts, I think yesterday was pretty great."

"You do?" Steve opened his eyes, seeing Tony smiling warmly at him.

"Yeah. We ate breakfast together, went for a walk, got hot-dogs and donuts, and had sex," Tony listed, counting on his fingers and showing five of them, "that hits every mark of great birthday in my notebook."

Steve's eyes softened. It was a relief to hear that Tony saw yesterday like that, but Steve still felt that they could do something better and more memorable. But as long as his boyfriend was happy...

"You just didn't tell me, because you didn't want me to have my revenge," Steve pointed out in humor, feeling relieved about his screw up and sat on the couch next to his boyfriend.

"Revenge?"

"For my birthday. You hired two girls in Captain America USO girl's costumes to follow me around and sing 'The Star-Spangled Man with a Plan' for the whole day."

Tony laughed, remembering that day well and how embarrassed Steve had tried to lose the girls, who were surprisingly fast on their high heels. They had even followed Steve to the bathroom, singing their hearts out in front of the closed door, something Tony had to pay extra for.

"They were two actresses in training and did a great job. I am sure that it boosted their CVs," Tony giggled, unbothered by Steve's unamused look. "Besides, what revenge? We were not dating back then!"

"Oh, so you think that I forgave you all the things you did to me just because we are dating now?" Steve asked, lips curling into a smile.

"I thought that since you started to find me pretty, I got a clean slate," Tony smiled, sounding smug.

"I found you pretty back then too. Pretty annoying!" Steve summed up before Tony could get too smug. There were no hurt feelings, just Tony bursting into laughter again. One of the prettiest sounds in Steve's opinion. "Hey," Steve took his boyfriend's hand, trying to get Tony's attention and end the laughing fit. "Can I at least wish you a happy birthday now?" he asked. It was delayed, but Steve really would like to do that.

"Sure," Tony smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners. To make it sweeter, Steve moved in closer and cupped Tony's chin, locking their lips in a delicate kiss. Sweet and simple and full of love.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart," Steve whispered when the kiss ended, looking into Tony's brown eyes with all adoration he had for his man.

Tony smiled, eyes and nose scrunching with the movement, his face having that happy, soft glow that showed on Tony's face only during special moments. "Thank you," Tony said, going in for more kisses.

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7-wonders · 5 years ago

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As Above, So Below Ch. 21

Summary: Your average, mundane life as a college student is flipped upside down when the man you thought you knew as your next-door neighbor turns out to be the God of the dead. When Michael lures you down to Hell, everything that you thought you knew about the world is proven wrong.

Word Count: 2523

A/N: Hello, hope y’all enjoy this new chapter! If you did, likes and reblogs are extremely appreciated, as are comments :)

In all of your wildest dreams, you would have never imagined getting to show your love your favorite parts of being a human would be one of them, let alone your reality. Now, Michael’s hand clasps yours as you walk down the streets of . He had given you the option to go anywhere and, while there’s so many places and things that you want to show him, you had to first go to where it all began. The situation almost feels mundane, were it not for the fact that Michael’s the literal God of the Dead.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, darling?” Michael mutters into your ear.

“Just...thinking about how weird this is, that we’re together Above.”

“Is it a good weird or a bad weird?”

He’s teasing you, the quirk of his lips betraying his cautious words, so you play along. “A bad weird, obviously. I had hoped to parade through the streets after successfully returning from the land of the dead. Unfortunately, I seem to have fallen in love with the ruler of that land.”

Michael smirks, stilling when you smile at him and kiss his neck. “What was that?”

“Uh, me kissing your neck?” Michael nods. “Because I think you’re cute, and I can show you my affection when we’re not fighting, fucking, or on the verge of death.”

He stares at you for a long moment, making you nervous that kissing his neck was the wrong move. “Do it again,” Michael commands.

Biting your lip to stifle your giggles, you oblige and kiss his neck once more. Michael hums contentedly, pulling you closer to his side. Everything about you clashes with him. Michael’s skin, pale as new snow, while your skin has weathered years of being under the sun. He’s clad in nothing but black, which makes your sweater stand out even more. He refuses to show more than a minuscule smirk in public, but the wide smile on your face more than makes up for his lack of one. On the outside, you’re two completely different people. Your souls, however, are another story.

If souls could have colors, Michael’s would be the darkest shade of black. It’s the type of soul where, if anyone were to get too close, they would come away with hands stained the same color as his soul. You’re not sure what color yours would be, but certainly lighter than Michael’s. While your soul no doubt bears the mark of Michael, just as his has your lightness, a stain’s something that you want to get out. You would never want to remove Michael from any part of your life. No matter the differences you may share, your souls are in perfect harmony with one another, each drawing light from the dark and vice versa.

“This is the best that your mortal life has to offer?”

You shoot Michael a playful glare. “Well, I didn’t exactly have much of a forewarning before arriving at Violet’s, which makes it a little difficult to come up with a way to fully celebrate my last day as a mortal.”

“We can do whatever you would like, darling. This is your day; I will follow you anywhere and do anything as long as I’m with you.”

“Including just standing around, waiting for me to decide what to do?”

Michael laughs, pulling you closer to him and kissing your forehead. “Especially that.”

You continue walking through a park, no destination in mind as you think about the possibilities of the day. You could go to Paris or Milan. Greece would be nice to visit, although you’re not sure Michael would be too excited about that. Somewhere tropical, maybe? The mental image of Michael, dressed in his long sleeves and slacks and sitting under a black umbrella to keep out of the sun, makes you laugh.

“Wait,” you say suddenly, an idea forming. “Can you give me like half an hour to get some things together? I know what I want to do.”

“What am I supposed to do while you’re gone?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. Go help your sister? Or I’m sure there’s business to attend to back home, if you think you have the time.”

“Half an hour,” Michael says after a moment, “and no longer. Then I’ll have to hunt you down and it will spoil whatever you’re planning.”

“Deal!” Kissing Michael quickly, you glance around to make sure nobody is looking your way before you transmute to where you need to go. Michael sighs while looking at the spot where you once were, your excitement getting the best of your conversational skills.

“Love you too.”

Exactly thirty minutes later, you track Michael down with very simple divination. You’ve kept good on your promise of never using a mirror for divination again, the experience of being sucked into a living nightmare one that you’d like to never repeat, but divination using objects like pebbles comes in handy. He’s not at his sister’s apartment, nor is he in the Underworld. Instead, Michael’s in a location that you’re both familiar with; the location where you first met.

The Murder House doesn’t hold the same dread within its walls that it once did. After battling the literal Devil, you don’t think anything could scare you like it used to. Traipsing through the house like you own the place (maybe you do--if Michael owns it, then that means it’s technically yours, right?), you find Michael standing in the unfinished living room.

“Feeling nostalgic?” You wrap your arms around him from behind, leaning your head against his firm back.

“Just reminiscing.” Michael lifts your arms from his torso, turning around so that you’re face to face with him. “Did you accomplish what you set out to do?”

Humming your affirmation, you look up at Michael. “When was the first time you saw me? Was it when I snuck in here to go ghost hunting, or were you up to some stalker shit?”

“It was not ‘some stalker shit,’” Michael quotes with a scowl. “I had simply come Above for some business, using the Hellmouth under this house as my portal, when I saw you struggling to carry all of your groceries into the house at once.”

“Wow, and you didn’t bother to help?” you quip sarcastically.

“If I remember correctly, I heard you saying that ‘multiple trips are for amateurs.’ Didn’t want to diminish your accomplishment.” Your face heats up at the quote, but you can’t help the smile at the first time Michael saw you.

“That’s when you knew you loved me, right?”

Your teasing tone is lost on Michael. “No. I knew I was in love with you the first time you met Cerberus and you immediately managed to become best friends with him.”

“How do you manage to make my jokes into something sweet and sentimental?”

“A millennia of practice.” Michael looks out the window, towards the house that you used to occupy. “Do your roommates know what’s become of you?”

“I told them I’m studying abroad in England next year, and that I wanted to leave early to travel through Europe. My belongings are still there, but I can worry about getting those later.” You can tell that Michael is starting to feel guilty about what he believes is himself forcing you from your mortal life, so you grab his hands. “Are you ready to see what I have planned now?”

“Lead the way, my queen.” Closing your eyes tightly (the sudden change of location still makes you a little nauseous), you transmute both you and Michael to your so-called “secret” location.

It takes Michael a moment to adjust, the sunlight so bright that his eyes squint to avoid being temporarily blinded. You giggle, waiting patiently as he becomes accustomed to being in nature. When he’s finally able to open his eyes, he looks around in confusion.

“Is this--”

“The meadow that you recreated for me in Elysium when you took me on a date. I decided that I wanted to show you the real version of it.”

Michael’s at a loss for words as he looks around at the wide open space, and the best response he can come up with is “why did it take you thirty minutes if you knew where you were going?”

Gesturing to a spot beneath a large tree, Michael sees a large blanket set up with a variety of foods spread on it. “I figured I would return the favor and take you on a date this time.”

“That’s quite backwards, isn’t it?”

“It’s the 21st century, Michael. Women can take men on dates if they want.”

Michael knows you’re joking, but still holds his hands up in mock-surrender. “I’m not complaining, I’m just not used to this.”

You lead Michael over to the picnic you set up, sitting down and attempting to keep your excitement contained as he joins you. “Pick your poison, baby. What speaks to you?”

“What are those?” Michael asks, pointing to a plate.

“They’re cupcakes.” He tilts his head in confusion, reminding you of a puppy. “It’s cake, but in cup form so that you don’t have to eat it with a fork.”

Hesitantly unwrapping one, he sniffs it before taking a cautious bite. Michael looks at you with an indecipherable expression, his lips sporting the remains of the white frosting.

“Oh, I really like that.”

You laugh, surprising him when you kiss the frosting off of his lips. “You have to be careful though, because they can be pretty sweet.”

“Just like you,” Michael fires back, making you roll your eyes.

“Wow, how original. There must be a universal playbook or something.”

“Or every other man in history has learned that line from me, because I’m pretty sure I was the first to use that line,” Michael points out, making you begrudgingly nod.

“I didn’t think of that possibility.”

“Your turn.” Dipping his finger in the frosting of a cupcake, Michael holds it up to your lips and watches intently as you lick it into your mouth. You know exactly the game that he’s playing towards, and you refuse to give in.

“What’s it like?” you ask suddenly.

“What’s what like?”

“Being immortal.”

Michael thinks for a moment. “There’s a certain...power that comes along with knowing that you are one of the privileged few that get to live forever, but I can tell that’s not what you’re curious about.”

You smile slightly, shaking your head. “I’m scared to watch my family and friends grow old and die, while I remain the same.”

“I can’t pretend that I know what that’s like,” Michael sighs, “but I can attempt to offer you comfort. While that must be difficult, the upside of being the Queen of the Underworld--”

“Not yet,” you chime in.

“Not yet, but you will be. Anyways, I suppose that’s the beauty of our realm. Life does not end with death; it continues, just in different forms.” At the mention of ‘death,’ Michael looks down at the wilting flowers around him in disdain. “Well, life does not end with death when it involves you.”

“Here, give me your hand.” Michael looks at you suspiciously, but you just hold your hand in front of his face. “Hand.”

Michael complies, placing his large hand in yours. You breathe deeply, ignoring how he looks at you like you’re going a little crazy.

“Now look.” Michael does as he’s told, looking down at the ground. The flowers around him are now fully blooming, each a variety of colors that have Michael bending down to get closer.

“You’re spectacular, (Y/N).” Michael beams at you. “I cannot wait until you’re my wife.”

“Your wife?” you say, choking on air.

“Yes? That’s typically what comes along with being a queen.” Michael hesitates at the look on your face. “I mean, unless that’s not what you want, in which case exceptions can be made.”

“Michael,” you call, stopping his rambling. “It’s--you just surprised me, that’s all. We’ve never talked about marriage before, so I wasn’t really expecting it.”

“You...would want to be my wife, though?” Michael asks cautiously.

“Is this you asking to marry me?”

“Would you accept if it was?”

You shrug, stringing him out just a little longer. “I don’t know, I suppose you’ll have to ask and find out.”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), I love you. As a man who did not believe I was capable of being loved, you’ve shown me how to love and be loved unconditionally. For that, I give you my word that I will love you until the end of days. I can only hope that you will do the same; that I have left the same indelible mark on your soul as you have mine.

“I am sure you are aware that our union would not be the traditional one that you have in mind. No white dress or elaborate ceremony, no ‘I do’s or wedding marches. However, I can promise you that you will be mine, just as much as I will be yours. We will be married for all intents and purposes as according to the customs of the gods. I will move mountains for you; hang the stars in the sky and then take them down, solely because you asked me to do so. So, (Y/N), will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

You grin, desperate not to cry as Michael spills his feelings to you, ending it with a declaration that’s just as surprising to him as it is to you. He knows what you’re going to say, he’s been able to read you like a book since the day you met, but he still waits patiently to hear you say it.

“Yes, Michael.” You whisper it so quietly that you fear it may get lost in the wind, but he hears it. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

He takes your face in his hands. “Yes? Really?”

“Yes,” you laugh. “Really.”

Michael surges forward to kiss you, eagerly touching any piece of you that he can. You giggle as he lays you back on the blanket, hovering over you and kissing your cheeks, nose, neck--everywhere.

“My wife,” he says in awe. “You’ll have to forgive me for not having a ring at the ready for this spontaneous proposal.”

“I don’t need a ring, love,” you stroke his hair away from his face. “Having you as my husband is all I’ll need.”

“Your majesty,” a voice says suddenly, causing you and Michael to spring apart. Cassius, the demon who had helped with your plan to dispose of Satan, stands above the blanket.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, still getting over the shock of having somebody interrupt an intimate moment. “Look, I know you shun modern advancements, but everybody should seriously consider investing in cell phones to give some forewarning.”

Michael huffs a laugh under his breath, kissing your hand that he holds. “Cassius, what brings you here.”

“I have a message from Hermes, on behalf of Hera. The golden apple has been procured. Hermes will be bringing it Below henceforth.”

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belphegor1982 · 5 years ago

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For the prompts challenge, Rick and Jonathan for #33 (Expectations) and/or #51 (Sport)

I almost went with the second one because I could picture them chatting during one of Alex’s cricket matches, but then I realised I’d have to actually understand cricket (and/or baseball) rules, so... There you go :D

Unexpected

(read on AO3 if you prefer!)

“‘Expect the unexpected’? What sort of a motto is that?”

“You gotta admit, it’s worked for me so far, right?”

“But you can’t expect the unexpected, that’s why it’s unexpected in the first place – oh for God’s sake, are they still shooting?”

There were worst places to be, Jonathan supposed, than hunkering down at the bottom of a narrow L-shaped passageway cut into a hillside while determined people were shooting at you. Right now, though, he couldn’t think of a single one. The only redeeming feature was the company.

“What else do you want them to do, a méchoui?”

Jonathan put aside the creeping panic for thirty seconds to prod his somewhat rusty Arabic back to life.

“A… roast?”

It was almost impossible to be sure in the darkness, but Jonathan thought Rick turned to him and grinned.

“You guys didn’t have that in Egypt? Must be Moroccan, then. I had one in Rabat once. It’s sheep cooked on a spit, with the whole family and neighbours invited. Kind of a big deal.”

“Sorry, old boy, doesn’t ring a bell. Sounds nice, though.”

Rick ducked out of their shelter for a second to shoot once, then twice into their assailants to make them keep their distance. Jonathan, whose only gun had run out of bullets about an hour ago, flattened himself against the wall to give him room. They’d been playing that little game for something like an hour now.

Why don’t you go with Rick, Evy had said, reconnoitre perhaps, and he knew his sister enough to translate it as “I really need to work on this for a while with no distractions.” Well, that was fine by him, really, as he was quite happy to let her be the Egyptologist while he got to play tourist. So he tagged along with his brother-in-law, chatting amiably, until Rick – who took his unofficial role as ‘head of security’ seriously – had decided to go investigate the next wadi and they had come face to face with a band of marauders. Since that very band had been known for picking off diggers when archaeological operations were conducted in places they didn’t like, nobody had been very civil, shots had been fired, and measures had had to be taken – viz, running like hell into the first hole in the ground Jonathan and Rick could find, hoping it led somewhere safe, or failing that, was a decent enough shelter. Too bad they couldn’t find a tunnel high enough to actually stand in.

Maybe there was something to be said for “being prepared”, as Rick had once put it. It certainly helped that the American had been carrying two pistols and quite a few clips. At least it made the raiders think twice before storming their passageway.

God, he needed a drink. Too bad his hip flask probably lay somewhere between there and Nefertari’s tomb…

“Maybe we could have something like that when the dig’s done,” said Rick as though he had not just dodged a storm of bullets so bad it had widened the bend in the passageway.

This was a really shoddy wall, Jonathan decided with the small part of himself that was not either terrified or making ironic comments from the back seat. Bullets were supposed to flatten themselves on earth and rocks, he’d seen it happen, but this wall just let itself be shredded without putting much of a fight. Frightfully bad form.

Jonathan forced himself to take a steady breath and asked, somewhat distractedly, “Something like what? I lost the thread, I’m afraid.”

“A méchoui. Something to celebrate the end of the dig and whatever discoveries Evy will have made. What do you think?”

A sarcastic retort rose in Jonathan’s mind, but he bit down on it. Behind the unnatural calm of the seasoned soldier he could hear Rick struggling to breathe evenly, just like he was.

Well. Much as he hated to admit it, Rick’s stubborn American optimism was a comfort, in its way. Maybe Jonathan could return the favour and offer a bit of English stiff upper-lip, even if he knew he was rubbish at it.

“I think it’s a jolly good idea,” he said, fighting to keep the irony to a minimum. “Give us all something to look forward to…”

His voice trailed off and he grabbed Rick’s arm in the dark.

“Did you hear that?”

“What?” came Rick’s sharp whisper.

“Shh – listen.”

What greeted their ears was silence – unexpected, complete silence.

Then it was pandemonium. Gunfire, shouts, screams, bullets ricocheting everywhere, a tumult that sent Jonathan and Rick huddling at the end of their tunnel, desperately trying to make the smallest targets possible.

It took them a while to realise silence had fallen again, until the last sound they could possibly expect finally reached them.

“Rick? Jonathan? Are you in there?”

Jonathan blinked earth from eyes he didn’t remember closing. The flickering light of a nearby torch was a stab in the brain after getting used to the darkness, but at least it allowed him to see Rick’s jaw dropping.

“Evy!?”

And then she was there, kneeling in front of them, one hand holding the torch and the other running over Rick’s face and Jonathan’s shoulders as if to make sure they really were there.

“Oh thank God,” she said fervently. “When Tariq said he’d heard shots I immediately thought of those raiders from the other day, so I rallied Saleh and Ibrahim and any of the diggers who had experience in handling guns, but I was so afraid we’d be too late…”

As usual, when she was rattled, she was unstoppable. Words tumbled out of her, pronunciation crisp and clipped but without much punctuation. It took Rick taking her hand and rubbing her forearm to get her to slow down and breathe.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, sweetheart, we’re okay. You got there just in time.”

“With the cavalry in tow, no less,” added Jonathan with a somewhat shaky smile. “Since we’re all intact, against all odds, why don’t we continue this elsewhere? Preferably outside.”

He rose, miscalculated the height of the tunnel, and banged his head against a surprisingly hard and smooth surface.

“Ow! Of all the bloody—”

“Jonathan!” Evy exclaimed. “Are you all right?”

Jonathan rubbed his scalp, wondering if the spots dancing in front of his eyes came from the torch or the impact.

“Yes, but as I was saying, since nobody’s shooting at us anymore I would really like to get the hell out of –”

“Wait a minute,” said Rick slowly. “Is that a wall?”

Jonathan blinked, confused.

“You mean the ceiling?”

“No,” breathed Evy, her eyes shining in the firelight. “This is stone – this was built. I think we might be standing under something, so to speak. Here, hold this.”

She handed her torch to Rick, took out a hard brush from one of her pockets, and began to clear away the dirt.

“It’s a staircase, leading into the hill! The tomb must be a much larger complex than I thought if… Oh, if I could just find an entrance –”

“Evy,” said Rick, “I’m gonna dispatch Mahmud to Luxor so the authorities can deal with the remaining raiders, and then I’m gonna send Tariq and his team to give you a hand here. Be careful in the meantime. Okay?”

“Mh-hm. I mean yes, you do that, thank you. They’ll need to prop up here and widen there –”

She was in full archaeologist mode, talking to herself as she worked, and Jonathan (who, knowing his sister like he did, was familiar with that mode and its derivatives, namely ‘scholar mode’, ‘librarian mode’, and ‘Egyptologist mode’) knew they had temporarily lost her to her passion.

“See what I meant about expectations?” asked Rick as they made their way towards the opening of the tunnel, following light that grew brighter and brighter. Jonathan gingerly shook dirt out of his hair, mindful of the lump on the top of his skull.

“No, not really. What about expectations?”

This time there was well enough light to see Rick’s four-hundred-teeth grin.

“Well,” he said, “that’s the thing about expecting the unexpected – you’re never disappointed.”

Jonathan shot him a deadpan look. Then he gave in to the smile he could feel pulling at his lips. Maybe there was something to that philosophy, after all.

“I’m going to hold you to that méchoui idea, you know,” he remarked once they finally stood in blessed, blinding sunshine, squinting like a couple of moles.

Rick laughed.

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I love the brothers-in-law. Seriously. Wish there were more fics (and better written than mine) that feature the two of them bantering and being ridiculous and united in their love of Evy ♥

Incidentally, I’ve been to a méchoui or two when I was a kid – probably organised by a friend of my mum’s – and I have fond memories of it. To my young eyes it looked very impressive, that big fire against the night, people talking and laughing as we all ate.

#tinydooms #the mummy #fanfiction #my stuff #Jonathan Carnahan #Rick O'Connell #Evelyn Carnahan O'Connell #the mummy films #ask reply

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justjessame · 4 years ago

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Put Me In Coach 9

Mom powered through with the graduation dinner decisions, tossing out questions that I was terrified to even contemplate the meaning behind.

“Mr. Negan? Is he planning on wearing a suit to dinner?” I rolled my eyes so hard at the repeated use of ‘Mr. Negan’ that I may have gone temporarily blind. “Mara! Please answer me.” Shit.

“Negan, Mom, that’s his name. Negan. Like Cher. Or God.” I nearly fell over trying to stop myself from laughing. She was glaring at me. Fuck. “I’m not sure what he’s planning on wearing, honestly.” If I had my way, we’d skip dinner and get to naked fun times at his place, but no, we’d be forced to sit through multiple fucking courses with our parents and suck it up. Instead of sucking him- Shit. “Do you want me to check?” It was midday, he was in class, and I was being lazy waiting for shit to finish up. We had two more days until kickoff. Or whatever sports term worked for finally being open and out with our relationship.

“Please.” She sounded as done with me as I felt about her right now. “Let me know, and if he could tell you the color and pattern.” I nearly broke a rib holding back the hilarity of asking Negan what color and pattern he’d chosen to wear for dinner. Jesus.

“Sure, Mom.” I rushed back up the stairs to my bedroom. Oh the text shit I was going to get for this.

Boop.

I waited, knowing that he was a bad Coach who kept his cell in his pocket ‘just in case’. Usually those ‘just in case’ situations came out with him asking for strength to get through the day. And ‘strength’ was code for pics of me. Usually clothed. Usually.

Boop right back at you, sweetheart.

Is it normal to HEAR the voice of the person texting, because I swear to God I could hear his. I smiled like a goofy teenager and typed Mom’s most important inquiry.

Mom is losing her shit. Are you, Mr. Negan, planning on wearing a suit to dinner? BTW BONUS points if it’s your birthday suit. I am SO down with you naked like a buffet for me.

I laid back on my pillows, letting my mind wander to naked Negan. I was just about to go to my very happy place when my phone dinged.

JESUS, Princess, could you NOT while I’m in the middle of fucking softball.

Oops. I waited, knowing he’d get himself under control eventually. It took a few beats more than the first answer. I was trying to hold back giggles at the image of him dropping the phone in the field.

I just had a rush of horror at Eric FINALLY seeing my damn birthday suit, fuck. Yes, I’m wearing a suit. Don’t I have to at THE CLUB.

Eric seeing Negan naked did it. My laughter hit hard and long. Shit. Oh my fucking God. I was brushing away tears so I could ask the follow up.

Eric wishes for that daily, my darling. Mom also wanted to know if you have a color scheme picked out.

I waited, deciding to fuck with Eric while I let Negan decide if he was one of the Queer Eyes or the Straight Guy in his fashion sense.

Tried to get Coach to go Full Monty for graduation dinner. No go. He’s afraid you’d smack me away from my present. Bitch, you ruin everything.

I was considering my own outfit choices for under that cap and gown ensemble that we were doomed to wear when the first response came in.

RUIN? Look here, you thirsty whore, you’re only scared that I’d take that cock in hand and he’d never give you another glance. Although, it begs the question. Do you have nudie pics of Coach? Share, bitch, you owe me.

I didn’t have a chance to answer because Negan popped up with his own answer.

My carpet matches the drapes, sweetheart, you know that.

For fuck’s sake, these two were going to kill me with laughter. Sighing, I sent Negan’s text first. After all, seeing him naked was a joy that I wanted to be given without the inability to sit down.

Suit colors, babe. Mom probably wants to match the fucking centerpiece to your tie. Love you, and I wasn’t kidding about naked buffet you. I get a present, right?

Then because Eric was being so agreeable, I flicked through the multitude of photos I had of Negan, because if I shared, then he had to, too. I found one that was just of his very happy trail, on his very lickable stomach and pressed forward on it to Eric. Suck on that, bitch.

Seconds, literally mere seconds and again my phone was dinging like a mad cow on crack.

Jesus, Mary, Joseph and all the fucking saints. You get to fucking touch THAT? You are a horrible, no good, fucking--

I was grinning at the knowledge that I tortured Eric for daring to ask for more knowledge of just how fucking lucky I was to have Negan’s naked body to play with on the regular. Opening up Coach’s message, I smiled.

Pretty damn sure it’s blue. And the tie? Some kind of fucking striped pattern? I don’t fucking know. Tell her I look like a pit boss in Atlantic City when I wear it. Should fucking help, right? As for that naked buffet, only if I get a matching one from you, princess.

Damn it. I was nearly panting by the end. Would we ever get over the rush of sex together? Would it stop being like it was now, breathtaking and mind altering? Because I fucking hoped not. Mary texted while I was standing in front of my closet trying to decide what I hated least.

Torturing your friends is NOT an ok past time. BTW Dear Fucking GOD.

I snorted and rolled my eyes. Of course he shared. I would expect nothing less. They were my circle. What one got, the other got. Which made me groan. FUCK. I forgot to go shopping for presents for the two of them, and add one into the mix for Steven. Shit.

I’m heading out to shop. I’ll have my cell on me, but wanted to tell you, unless you want me to swing by school and remind you of all the ways I love you.

I was down the stairs, yelling to let Mom know I was heading out when his reply hit.

I’m ALWAYS up for a visit from you, Princess. School’s almost out though, how about I join you at the mall?

I snorted. Negan at the mall. Then reconsidered. We were going public. That was the plan all along after we’d gotten back together, once his divorce was finalized. Why not?

Sure. Text me when you get there and I’ll tell you where I’m at.

I went to the first clothing store I came to that didn’t sell my mother’s favorite designers, and went through racks to look for an outfit for graduation. Nothing in my closet worked, and I really wanted to wear something nice for our first really official thing. As a couple. If Negan could wear a suit, then I wanted to look good for him too.

I found it in the second store. Like my Spring Formal dress, it looked more like lingerie, but unlike that dress, this one would scandalize the country club, my mother, and possibly force Negan to cut dinner short. Matching shoes, with the memory of how much he liked the ones I’d worn that night, were simple. Three straps and heels that weren’t going to kill me, but would possibly give Negan all the right ideas. I swiped my card and heard the ding of my phone at the same time.

Where can I find you, princess?

I smiled, taking the well wrapped dress and shoes stowed in a lovely shopping bag from the cashier and typed in my response as I walked. I picked the food court, not too far from where I’d found the dress and more likely near where he had parked.

I see you.

I looked up and there he was. In jeans and a t-shirt looking like he’d taken the time to shower after class. I licked my lips, because of all the edibles in the food court, I knew hands down which one I’d choose.

“Hey you,” he pulled me into his arms and I grinned. “You smell so fucking good, sweetheart.” His nose was buried in my hair and I snuggled into his chest.

“This is new.” I smiled up at him as he pulled away to take my hand, linking our fingers. “Two days too long of a wait, Coach?”

“An hour at this point is too fucking long, Amara.” He was walking in the direction opposite where I’d come from. “Shit,” he stopped looking down at me. “Where are we going?”

I laughed, he was so intent on being with me that he wasn’t even paying attention to why we were here. “I need to pick up some presents for Mary, Eric, and I guess, Steven.” His fingers linked with mine felt so natural that I didn’t pay attention to whether anyone was watching. Who cared?

“What do you have in mind?” He was smiling and I knew that he was just as happy to have time out in public as I was.

We had fun shopping. Actual fun. It was mind blowing that we’d never really taken a chance to do it before, since we meshed so well with it. I had a feeling that he had MORE fun picking out Eric’s tiara than me. Finding bigger and gaudier ones by the moment.

“My mom is going to go apocalyptic if he puts that on during dinner.” I nodded. Yep, that was the one. It was regal, of that there could be no doubt. “I love you, do I say that often enough?” He pulled me into his arms while I was paying, wrapping himself around me from behind and propping his head on top of mine.

“I could stand to hear it more often.” He moved his head to kiss the side of my neck as the salesman smiled at us. “I love you, too, Amara.” He breathed a wonderfully wicked and hot idea into my ear and I felt my eyes flutter shut as the credit card machine rang out the finalization of my sale.

He took the bag and pulled me from the store. We walked with purpose, retracing our steps to the food court and through the mall’s main entrance. His car was on an outer boundary, and if I was in a teasing mood I’d have compared his parking spot to a serial killer’s lookout. My mind wasn’t on teasing. Not at the moment.

He had the doors opened, my bags in the front seat and me in the back before either of us could even say another word. And then his mouth was on mine and I was yanking his t-shirt off and my panties were gone. Dear fucking god, I thought as I flicked open his jeans and his mouth met my neck. “I swear to fucking Christ,” he was muttering and then he was inside of me and we stopped using words altogether.

It was fast and furious. Need and want and teeth and nails. His windows were so fogged up that no one could have seen inside even if we weren’t parked in the most hidden spot that the mall had to offer. I swore, as we were pressed together panting afterwards, that there was no way that it would ever stop being like this. Shouldn’t we have passed the honeymoon phase by now?

Negan’s face was pressed into the crook of my shoulder and my face was pressed against his bare chest. “I fucking love you, Amara.” I felt his lips kissing my skin, tasting the salt of the sweat we’d worked up. “Every fucking inch of you. Every single moment we have together. Fucking worth anything I have to give.

I kissed his chest with a smile on my lips. “You’re a marvel.” His chuckle vibrated against my lips as I kissed my way up to his neck. “You are a goddamn marvel, Negan, and I adore you from top to bottom.” He was still laughing. “OK, not your feet, and maybe not your butthole.” I shrugged, nipping at his jaw. “If you’re into the butt stuff, Eric’s at expert level there.”

“I think I’m OK with my ass not getting that kind of ‘love’.” He was smiling as our lips met and I swore his grin only grew.

#coach negan x student #negan x ofc #The Walking Dead #Smut

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newsiepedia · 6 years ago

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Where’s the Essay, Mod Strings: All the Songs in Newsies (2017) in Order of Boppability

18. The Bottom Line

Now, normally I like villain songs. They’re usually my favorite songs in any movie, and Be Prepared is one of my favorite songs ever. However, The Bottom Line lacks the oomph of other Disney songs. It’s far too low energy, and the instrumentals are unassuming. Most villain songs make me temporarily on board with a villain’s plan, like “YES! Let’s kill the king in front of his son! Let’s lock this woman in a tower and exploit her for eternal youth!”, but The Bottom Line just makes me go “yuck, a capitalist”.

Favorite line: None, they all suck

17. I Never Planned on You/ Don’t Come A Knockin’

This song makes Jack look like a total creep, and I don’t care for that one bit. It also sounds completely out of character- if Jack doesn’t care for moonlight and poetry, then what do you call his little rooftop duet with Crutchie? Besides that, its vague and repetitive. If this song was excluded, his and Kath’s romance would look infinitely more plausible. The Bowery beauties are nice, though.

Favorite line: “Turns out my beau is just some bum/ Turns out that love ain't blind, its dumb”

16. That’s Rich

Now, before you crucify me, here me out. I love Medda- she’s the best adult in the play by far, and she’s clearly very important. But her song is..... eh. My main bone to pick with it is that it’s outside of the plot- I think it could have done a lot more for her character if Medda’s song had something to do with the newsies. Besides that, I don’t really like the style.

Favorite Line: “Now, listen, sport/ This life's too short/ To waste it on you”

15. Something to Believe in

Look, it’s a sweet song and all, but the lyrics are all off. We know for a fact that Jack and Katherine had something to believe in before each other- Katherine had herself, and Jack had literally all the newsies. Besides, I don’t really like the tune or the instrumentals.

Favorite Line: “And if you're gone tomorrow/ What was ours still will be/ I have something to believe in/ Now that I know you believed in me”

14. Watch What Happens (Reprise)

I don’t particularly like Watch What Happens, but I dislike its reprise for one reason- “go and look it up the poor GUY’S head is spinning!” You people WILL NOT shut up about that line! There are so many other good lines in this song to fixate on, why that one? Besides, I don’t like how quickly Jack gets over Crutchie’s imprisonment.

Favorite Line: “And we’ll tell them straight on/ they let Crutchie go or they keep getting pounded”

13. Watch What Happens

As I said before, I like this song a little better than it’s reprise. The chorus and the last bit are quite nice, and I like how it shows Katherine warming up to the newsies. That being said, I don’t like the tune of the verses, which make it hard to listen to.

Favorite Line: “But all I know is nothing happens if you just give in/ It can’t be any worse than how it’s been”

12. Letter from the Refuge

I like Letter from the Refuge mostly because of how it shows Crutchie’s personality. How he tries to make the newsies feel better before thinking of himself, how he makes jokes to cheer himself up, how he lies right through his teeth, et cetera. Also, the part when he sounds like he’s about to cry always gets me.

Favorite Line: “The end/ Your friend/ ... your best friend/ ...... your... brother/ Crutchie”

11. King of New York

I’m gonna be real here- not a fan of the tap dancing. Like obviously its cool in the filmed musical, but in the audio recording it just sounds really weird. The verses are kinda bad, but Albert makes up for it by yelling “KNOBBIN’ WITH ALL THE MUCKETY MUCKS IM BLOWIN’ MY DOUGH AND GOIN’ DE-LUX” at the absolute top of his lungs.

Favorite Line: “Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it/ But I was a star for one whole minute!”

10. Carrying the Banner

Ok, now we’re onto songs I actually like. Carrying the Banner has really good energy, and the tune is pretty good throughout. The constant breaks for characters to deliver lines is a little distracting, but at least it blessed us with the best line in all of newsies: “I don’t need the limp to sell papes, I got POISONALITY!”

Favorite Line: “We improves our circulation/ Walking ‘til we fall”

9. The Bottom Line (Reprise)

Now THIS is a villain song. It still doesn’t make me want to side with Pulitzer, but it does an excellent job of ramping up the tension. The Bottom Line (Reprise) takes Pulitzer from being a figure for teens to rebel against to a monster who hopefully only eats orphans figuratively (though now I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s literal).

Favorite Line: “Too bad you’ve no family/ but you can’t have mine”

8. Finale

Finale is a really sweet song. It nicely wraps up Jack’s character arc, and the part where Jack and Katherine kiss warms my cold, unfeeling heart a little. However, it does make it sound like Jack was only staying in New York for Katherine and Davey, which simply CAN’T be right- can it?

Favorite Line: “Don’t take much to be a dreamer/ all you do is close your eyes/ but some made up world is all you’ll ever see/ Now my eyes is finally open/ and my dreams, they’s average size/ but they don’t much matter if you ain’t with me”

7. Overture

The Overture always gets me lit for the musical. It features my favorite parts of my favorite songs, and provides a nice buffer between Finale and Santa Fe (Prologue) when I’m listening to Newsies on the train. It doesn’t have any lyrics, however, and I’m not a fan of that.

Favorite Line: There are no lines lol

6. Seize the Day

Mmm, I love me a good song about revolution! Seize the Day has an excellent tune, and really good lyrics. I don’t dig the tone shift, however- I think I’d like it more if the song was either slow and sweet or fast and angry, not both.

Favorite Line: “And say to the others/ who did not follow through/ you’re still our brothers/ and we will fight for you”

5. Santa Fe (Prologue)

There’s so much to talk about for this song. The melody is gorgeous- I think I like Jeremy Jordan’s more subdued vocals here. The lyrics are so sweet, and they really sell Jack and Crutchie’s friendship. And “watch me stand/ ...watch me run” is such a good line.

Favorite Line: “Close your eyes/ come with me/ where it’s clean and green and pretty”

4. Brooklyn’s Here

I just love the energy of this song! Its a lot more violent than the rest of the striking songs, and I like that. Its also so dramatic? Spot knows the difference between a kid and a newsie: and its PRESENTATION!

Favorite Line: “Now them soakers is in for a soakin’/ What a sad way to end a career”

3. Santa Fe

This song just has so much emotion to it. Jeremy Jordan sings it so well, and the reuse of a song associated with Jack’s happy place in such a sad time hits hard. The addition of the bridge is also great, and gives even more opportunities for awesome melodies.

Favorite Line: “I need space/ and fresh air/ let them laugh in my face, I don’t care”

2. Once and for All

Oof, I love me some angry boys. This is the song that comes after a major turning point- the boys are a lot more serious, and there plan is much more concrete. There is a soft bit before, but it’s a lot shorter and it follows the same pattern as the rest of the song, so I can give it a pass. Also, the key change, godDAMN, I’m getting shivers just thinking about it!

Favorite Line: “In a few hours, by dawn’s early light/ we’ll be ready to fight us a war” (I love the allusion to the national anthem)

1. The World Will Know

Here it is, folks, my favorite song. The World Will Know is the most upbeat of the four strike songs, and I appreciate that. The tune is boppy, and Crutchie gets some rad lines. But what I like most about this song are the lyrics. They’re all really well crafted- simultaneously showing the newsies’ optimism and their determination to fight it out to the end. I had such a hard time choosing a favorite lyric because they’re all so good.

Favorite Line: “And the world will know/ we been keepin’ score/ Either they gives us our rights or we gives them a war”

#mod strings has opinions #newsies #newsies songs #Jeremy jordan

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fullmetalscullyy · 6 years ago

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teachers au // green-eyed epiphany

ok so @flourchildwrites sent me this prompt with the option of doing it for royai or havolina and i couldn’t not do it for both so.... here you go! hope you enjoy it!

“He’s so cute though,” Riza replied to Rebecca’s snort. They were currently in the staff room enjoying a cup of tea in between classes, which just so happened to overlook the physical education department. The summer sun beat down on the poor students who had to run laps around the running track on the grass. “And buff.”

What they were really looking at was the P.E. teacher, Jean Havoc. The usual black hoodie he wore was off, revealing a tight, grey, sports t-shirt which showed off his well-defined arms and shoulders perfectly.

“Look,” Riza gestured as Jean bent over to pick up his whistle that had fallen from his pocket. “He’s sculpted like a Dorito. Who wouldn’t want a piece of that?” She sighed quietly to herself, causing Rebecca to stiffen slightly.

“Would you?” she asked, trying to act casual. Trying, being the operative word.

“Oh, yeah,” Riza replied enthusiastically. “I mean… Look at him. Mustang looks good, but he has nothing on Jean Havoc.”

Rebecca frowned. Riza had just been on a date with Mustang two days ago, and now she was going after Jean as well? She was her nearest and dearest friend, but Rebecca wasn’t particularly happy about that. Riza knew Rebecca had been interested in Jean for a while, but they had never moved past friends… Well, friends who fooled around once or twice. Those nights were Rebecca’s favourite. But to have Riza to blatantly reveal her interest in Jean? Something was fishy here, but Rebecca was becoming too irritated to try and figure out what it was.

“You just went on a date with Mustang,” she reminded Riza, who shrugged.

“I know. It was just a date though. I think I might try my luck with Jean instead.”

Rebecca felt her irritation grow. What was she talking about? Riza never normally acted like this. She knew Rebecca liked him and –

Rebecca’s eyes widened. Riza’s smile grew on her face as she watched realisation dawn on Rebecca’s face. The knowing look on her face was very telling. “Did you just…!” Rebecca exclaimed. Riza grinned back at her. “Did you try to make me jealous so I would realise… that?”

“It worked, didn’t it?” Riza winked, taking a sip of her tea.

“Well, yeah, but… Oh my god,” Rebecca replied, feeling the colour drain from her face. It scrunched up in annoyance as she heard Riza laughing. “Don’t laugh at my misfortune!”

“I wouldn’t call it misfortune at all, Becca. He’s such a nice guy and a good friend of mine. I have it on good authority that he likes you,” Riza replied, waggling her eyebrows.

Jeez, first her date with Mustang and now she’s trying to set me up with Jean. The woman is acting like frickin’ cupid lately.

“I… I don’t know,” Rebecca replied, turning to look back out the window. She had to admit, he looked fine out there in the sun. Tanned skin was a good look on him, his well-defined arms and chest straining against hi t-shirt. Normally Rebecca wasn’t a fan of guys who wore t-shirts that were a size too small for them, but Rebecca would make an exception for Jean. His blonde hair ruffled in the barely-there breeze, falling across his forehead. It must have been irritating him because Jean pushed it off his forehead. She’d loved to run her hands through that hair right now…

“Oh my god,” Rebecca uttered, a familiar feeling pooling in her stomach.

Riza chuckled to herself. “Ask him. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

Rebecca turned to her friend. “Did you do that?”

“Of course,” Riza replied, as if was obvious. “You can’t expect them to do it themselves. We’ll die of old age before that happens.”

“You’re right there,” Rebecca muttered. Jean liked to think he was a womanizer, but he was hopeless and as far as she was aware hadn’t had a girlfriend in years.

Since he started here and working with her. It was a possibility… He might actually feel the same way as her.

“Just go for it,” Riza pushed, standing to walk over to the sink to wash her mug. “Jean loves you. He’s not going to say no.”

“… Loves me?”

Riza winked. “Oh yeah, big time.”

Rebecca was stunned. “How… How do you know that?”

“Because I’ve had to hear about it for years. So has Roy, and Maes, and Heymans, and Vato. Kain might have escaped it but only because the poor kid was too oblivious half the time to figure it out. We’re all sick of his moping, to be honest.”

“Really?” Wow. That was… unexpected. Riza’s words “you can’t expect them to do it themselves” rang in her ears, taking on a whole other meaning.

“He’ll probably kill me for telling you, but I think I’ve done him a service.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” Rebecca exclaimed suddenly. She was thankful the room was empty because no doubt everyone would be getting an earful of her current situation. Not that it would be a change. They were all aware of Kimblee’s suspension after almost blowing up a classroom during a chemistry experiment. This staff room had more secrets and gossip than the cliques of this school.

“I wanted to see if you would figure it out. Jean never lost hope, but you were intent on seeing other people and I could see it wearing on him.” Oh, shit. She’d only done that to try and temporarily forget about Jean. To see if it was just a fleeting feeling or if it was something real.

It was definitely something real.

“Especially after last weekend,” Riza continued. “So, we hatched a plan to try and push you two together finally. It’s been interesting to watch it develop but for god’s sake Becca, you’re blind.”

After a moment’s pause, Rebecca wracking her brain for all her and Jean’s interactions to try and determine if he had revealed himself at any point. There was the time she had a crisis after losing – replace losing with accidentally deleted – her marking notes on her computer and he stayed back an extra hour after school to help her recover it. Then, he dropped what he was doing to help her set up for an assembly in the hall.

She had been fretting all afternoon because she was due to give a speech to the female students about participation in sport and the janitor was dealing with two kid’s who had puked in the hallway, so she didn’t have anyone to help her set up. However, Rebecca still needed to organise her notes and run through her speech, as well as put out two hundred folding chairs. To say she had been stressed was an understatement. Jean had been passing by and, like the saint he was, offered his help. Rebecca thought he was just interested in the topic, never mind her. It was a real issue, and one he was genuinely interested in improving the statistic for, but it never occurred to Rebecca he was just happy to spend time with her and do her a favour. That stressful lunch hour had turned into a rather enjoyable one as he cracked jokes while they were unfolding chairs.

“I am blind,” Rebecca finally stated, realisation hitting her like a train.

“Told you.”

“All right,” she admonished. The P.E. class was coming to a close, the students tiredly trailing back into the building to get changed. Jean remained outside for a few moments longer, looking around the running track, contemplating something they weren’t privy too. Rebecca watched as his shoulders rose and fell in a sigh before bending down to retrieve his hoodie from the grass. The way his muscles rippled under the cotton made her mouth water.

“Rebecca?”

“Huh?”

“You’re drooling,” Riza laughed.

“Shut up,” she pouted, but a grin appeared on her face a second later.

#in other words cupid!riza helps rebecca realise she has the hots for a certain p.e. teacher #havolina #havolina fic #havolina fanfic #havolina oneshot #emma writes #writing prompts

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cnjrupasmle · 6 years ago

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Warm Hugs

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Rating: T

I took a break from ficlets to work on a story for BB, but I failed to meet the deadline anyway. Oh well! :D

This was inspired by that post about how hockey players buddy up when there's a fight to prevent each other from joining in.

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Sam and Rhodes hit the ice in a tangle of limbs and pads. Steve groaned. Not again. Clint slid into an embrace with Romanoff and Bucky skidded to a stop as he linked arms with T'Challa. Steve could already see the muscular man in the red jersey skating toward him as the referees tried to get to their fighting teammates. Damn.

The Stars were playing the Robots and there wasn't a more bitter rivalry in all the league. Steve had never met Stark before he shook hands with his fellow center before the game, but he knew enough about him to know that he didn't care about anyone but himself. Stark was renouned for his reckless Playboy lifestyle. Every article he saw made Steve hate the guy a little more. He gave hockey pros a bad name. For a moment, Steve considered jumping into the fray just to avoid contact with Tony Stark. No, he decided, he'd rather not sit in the penalty box while his team needed him.

Stark barely slowed down enough to keep from bowling Steve over as he skated in to hook an arm around Steve's waist. He shot Steve a cheeky grin as they watched the refs try to separate their teammates. "Hey, Cap," Stark called over the din. "You got a spare hockey stick up your ass, or what?"

Steve didn't deign Stark's jibe with any sort of result. Then, Stark leaned in closer to whisper into Steve's ear, "Would you like one?"

Seeing red, Steve pushed Stark away and threw his stick down. The refs came barrelling over, yelling at Steve to back off or face time in the penalty box as Stark just grinned wolfishly as he slid away. Steve wasn't excatly "out." Hell, only a handful of people knew about Steve's sexual preference and only one of those was a teammate. The chances of Stark actually knowing were slim, he knew, but the fear of being outed fueled Steve's anger nonetheless. It could ruin his career. Stark could ruin everything with just a flippant comment. Another firm hand on his shoulder finally had Steve reluctantly skating away toward his bench to get yelled at by Coach.

The Robots scraped out a very narrow victory in the final minutes, so for once Steve agreed to join his teammates downtown for a few drinks. It shouldn't be a big deal. The Stars were playing on the road and they were down a starting wingman, not to mention that they would play the Robots at home in a few weeks, but the loss to a rival still left a nasty sting. He hoped that a little alcohol might numb the pain enough to help him get some sleep before they headed off to their next game against the Red Devils.

What Steve wasn't expecting, however, was for Clint and Sam to beeline for the pub two streets down and head immediately toward the back where half the Robots team was already waiting. Rhodes immediately jumped up to offer Sam a hug and Clint slid into the booth and started chatting with Parker and Odinson. Steve took a quick survey and let out a sigh of relief: the Robots' captain was nowhere to be seen.

"Two pitchers of Budlight for the commoners and one pitcher of IPA for those of us with more refined tastes," Stark announced as he pushed through the crowd carrying an armload of beer. He must have noticed Clint and Sam right off the bat. He nodded to them and swivelled his head around until he locked gazes with Steve. Immediately Stark's smile turned predatory. "So nice of you to join us, Rogers. I was honestly hoping you wouldn't."

"I can't say that I would have come if I had known that you would be here," Steve admitted coolly.

"And that would be why we didn't tell you," Clint interrupted. "C'mon, y'all," he pleaded. "Nathaniel and I have been best friends since peewee hockey and Sam and Rhodey there played together in college. Can't we all play nice when we're off the ice? Or do we need to stop inviting you two out with us?"

"I am playing nice!"

Steve turned to Stark, bewildered. Either there was an echo in the building, or Stark seemed to think that he wasn't the instigator. Stark looked just as shocked as Steve did to hear his own thoughts come out of Steve's mouth.

"There you go!" Clint beamed and slapped them each on the back as he slunk back to the booth. "Common ground! Now discuss!"

The two captains stood there for a moment, shuffling they're feet. Steve looked back to the booth, observing all their teammates laughing and carrying on. Maybe he could try.

"Can I get you a drink?" Stark asked. "I just bought everyone else the last round, but..." he trailed off as he gestured to where two empty pitchers sat and Odinson nursed the third.

"Ah, I'd appreciate it," Steve said as he bit back the smart remark that came to mind first. "As long as I can buy your next drink." There. No no one could say he didn't try.

"Sure thing." Stark smiled seemed a little less guarded as he spoke. "Let's go up to the bar and see what tickles your fancy, yeah?"

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By the time they reached the bar, they were making small talk. By the time they had ordered their second drinks, they were deep in conversation. By the time Clint pushed his way through the crowd to tell them they were leaving, Steve and Tony were laughing.

By the time they finally said goodnight and Steve was heading back to the hotel far later than he had intended, they had exchanged numbers.

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Steve let the warmth of the beer and Tony's attention buzz through him on his cold walk back. He felt like the addition of Tony's number made his phone heavier and it tugged on him insistently from his jeans pocket with every step he took. He wanted to let himself believe that it all meant something: the number, the drinks...the innuendo on the ice...

But it couldn't.

Best case scenario, they might be able to be friends. Chances were that Tony "didn't swing that way." In the hypermasculine world of professional sports, you could either be straight or you could pretend to be. There were no other options. Nothing more than a friendship between two players would ever be possible. Not if they wanted to continue their careers, that is.

By the time he got to his room, the warmth inside Steve had been replaced by nausea and regret. He quickly got ready for bed and tried to settle it. They would be wheels up in less than 4 hours, so he tried to will his anxiety away and force himself to sleep.

Then, his phone beeped.

Steve was temporarily blinded by the light of the screen before he was able to make out the words.

<<What's your favorite color?>>

Steve barked out a laugh. In the last few hours they had already developed an inside joke. He felt the anxiety demon's claws release just a little and the next message came though.

<< I had a lot of fun getting to know you. Keep in touch. Goodnight, Steve >>

Steve punched out a reply.

<< Me, too. Goodnight, Tony. I'll talk to you in the morning >>

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Steve made good on his promise. Then, just that easily, they couldn't stop talking. Soon, it was second nature for Steve to pick up his phone to talk to Tony every morning, night, and break he got during the day. Over the course of the next few weeks, it started to feel like they had been friends forever. It also did nothing to prevent Steve's feelings from growing with each passing day.

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As fast as a blink, it was time for them to square up once again, but this time the Stars were playing at home.

They were so busy leading up to the game that Steve and Tony barely got to talk, let alone find time to meet up. So, the first time that Steve got to see Tony's face was when they squared up at center ice. He could have sworn that he even saw Tony wink right before the ref dropped the puck.

Just like all their previous clashes, it was a tight, emotion-fueled game. Still, Steve wasn't expecting the body check. He hit the ice and slid, barely coming to a stop before he was back on his feet and pulling off his helmet to face off with his attacker: Tony.

With a single shove, Tony was flat on the ice and looked as furious as Steve felt. Tony had his helmet off in a second as he leapt up and threw his weight into Steve. For a moment they grappled. It was obvious, however, that Steve was stronger and he was able to pull away just enough to cock his fist back.

The world seemed to slow down around them. In his peripheral vision, Steve could see their teammates paired up. Tony's eyes flared with anger, but he didn't move to defend himself.

Steve couldn't do it. He couldn't just let it go, either. All his frustration had to be channeled somewhere. He grabbed Tony by the shoulder pad and curled his other hand around the back of his head.

Steve crashed their mouths together.

For a brief moment, Tony's body froze. Steve pulled away, but he didn't get very far. Tony's mouth chased his, licking and nipping at Steve's bottom lip before sealing their mouths together fully for another kiss.

Hands pulled at Steve's jersey, and most of them weren't Tony's. The refs dragged them off each other and penalized both of them for fighting... And biting. The latter had Steve grinning just a little bit. Sure, there had been a tiny bit of biting involved. Tony seemed equally dazed, smiling softly to himself and running his fingers over his lips.

The two men didn't meet again until Clint and Romanoff started scrapping. This time Steve opened his arms as Tony gently coasted into him.

"So," Tony drawled, "dinner after this? Maybe without these knuckleheads? What do you think, Cap? Wanna show me your city?"

"Yeah," Steve agreed softly, "I think I'd like that."

#stony fanfic #stony #fanfiction: conjureupasmile #hockey au #ficlet

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vanilluhbeaux · 6 years ago

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Not Another Au!

vanilluhbeaux (distinque

Chapter 3

: three

Prinicpal Nezu ran down the hall as fast as his little legs could carry him, which admittedly wasn't very fast, but it was the effort that counted—and he put in a lot of effort. It wasn't that the principal was fat—he preferred the term husky—the deliciously round man just did not like to look anything other than professional, and he'll be damned if he would dare break a sweat for any of these stupid students. Denki Kaminari and Mina Ashido, for example, were gifted students—he'd never seen a kid eat thirteen hamburgers in less than fifteen minutes before Denki arrived in his building, and Mina, well, she was pretty and could dance, he supposed—but they weren't gifted students. Together, maybe they could muster enough brain cells to form an average person—but separately? Whew. Honestly, he had a hard time believing how they survived all these years being born with the mental capacity they had.

That being said, there were students Nezu enjoyed. They all just so happened to have an IQ higher than three. Momo Yaoyorozu and Tenya Iida, for example. He would run to the ends of the Earth for those two. Their intellect was something to be marveled at—their test scores rivaled those from private schools across the entire country. And both of them were avid athletes—Momo being the captain of the volleyball team and Tenya being a forward on the basketball team. Back in his day, Nezu was quite the active student himself—he was the captain of the chess team and president of the debate club and those did count as sports in his spectated eyes.

For students like Momo and Tenya, he'd run to the ends of the Earth, and he wouldn't run a lap for students like Denki and Mina, who make up the majority of kids at his school. Go figure.

Knowing this, he didn't slow his stride as he ran down the halls to class 1-A, intent on reaching them before the school day ended. Ran by Miss Midnight, class 1-A was a class he watched very intently, for fear of disaster if he took his eyes off of them. He didn't necessarily fear the disaster itself, but parents like Aizawa, who feared the disaster more than needed. After all, people die everyday—and no life was worth more than any other—so what does it matter if it's your kid? Spoiler alert: it doesn't. But if he wanted to keep his life—much less his job—then he knew that he could not share that tidbit of information.

Still, it would be nice if everyone thought like him. He continued to run, passing a blonde student, who yelled, "No running in my halls!" He stopped in his tracks.

"I'm the principal!" he yelled back, turning around to look the students in his big blue eyes. The student remained unaffected, his blue eyes blank.

"And I'm the hall monitor," he said, his voice even and undisturbed, "who has the authority to give anyone detention." A slight manic smile broke out on his face as he raised his notebook, prepared to write a ticket.

"Shouldn't you be in class, Monoma?" Nezu argued back, placing a large hand on his hip. His students were going to be the death of him, he just knew it.

"Shouldn't you be in your office?" the student bit back, taking his pen and scribbling something in his notebook. He tsked and shook his head disapprovingly, saying,"This is going to be a huge blemish in your permanent record." With that, he ripped the note off of his pad and handed it to the principal with a disapproving glare. He tsked again before he walked off, looking for another victim to punish.

Crumpling the note up in his giant hands, Nezu took off again—though his pace was slightly slower than before. He turned a corner, and jogged until he came face-to-face with his destination—Class 1-A. The normally quiet class was brimming to life through the closed door, porbably due to the two new students who entered. Nezu heard that Todoroki was quite popular—albeit hot and cold—at his previous school, and Shinsuo seemed like he could stir the pot a little. He opened the door, and his large, black eyes scanned the room, finding the all of the students talking amongst each other in slightly hushed voices. It was a small, almost normal gesture, but it never failed to warm his heart. He loved when his students caught a break and—wait all of the students? His eyes darted back and forth, counting the students in his head, finding that there was one too many participating in the classroom discussion. Nervously, he asked, "What the hell is going on here?"

"Language, Principal Nezu!" Miss Midnight scolded, pointing a red finger in his direction.

"Yeah! You're supposed to use 'fuck' so that people know you're serious, Nezu," Denki chided, shaking his head. Nezu looked over and found Miss Midnight nodding her head in approval, and he sighed greatly. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand found that he was sweating—fantastic.

"Why is everyone is class participating?" he said, opting to ignore the blonde wonder.

"Because Todoroki's a fucking idiot," Bakugou barked from his desk, his eyes ablaze, "and Deku...well, I don't know what he did wrong, but he fucking sucks anyway."

"That's not nice, Kacchan," Izuku called in a sing-song voice, not looking up from his work with the new student, Shouto.

"Kacchan's going to kick your ass," Bakugou replied in that same sing-song voice. "Both of your asses," he added.

"Didn't you say I get a pass if Mineta dies first?" Todoroki said, raising a brow. "Although we can fight. I'm with the shits."

"Face it," Mineta said, standing on his desk, "Tokoyami's gonna die first. He's probably going to croak as soon as we leave the building."

"Why me?" a dark boy with a darker aura, Tokoyami, said, crossing his arms. He rolled his brown eyes and stared at the small, purple haired pervert, and couldn't help the laugh that was forming on his lips.

"It's basic horror movie plot—the black guy dies first." Nezu was going to have a heart attack.

"That's racist, Mineta. And there's two other black people in class—Izuku and Mina. Who's stopping them from dying first?"

"One of the leading causes of death in black women just so happens to be black men," Mina said, putting a hand on her desk and turning to face Tokoyami. "So if I die, it's probably going to be your fault. Or Izuku's." A stroke maybe? Was their principal going to have a stroke?

"If anyone dies it's Izuku's fault," Denki added. Oh, he was going to have an anuerism.

"Stop it—all of you!" Nezu said, putting his hand on his temples and sighing. "So the curse has been activated?" he said, looking directly at Momo and Tenya, who were partnered up and seemingly ignoring the spectacle that was unfolding in the class.

"Sorry Sir!" Tenya said, standing upright and bowing, "I didn't get a chance to talk to Todoroki before he violated our rules! As a class representative, I take seventy-five percent of the responsibility—though Momo should take twenty-five percent as she did only have one job."

"It's kind of hard to say 'Don't talk to the green-haired kid' without acknowledging the green-haired kid exists, but go off, I guess," Momo added from her seat, rolling her dark eyes.

"It's fine," Nezu said, propping himself on one knee and touching Momo's shoulder, "Sometimes things just happen. The important thing is that we learn from the past and move on, and try not to repeat past mistakes." She smiled at him and leaned into his soft touch, feeling his warmth. "And moving on means accepting that Class 1-A has two new students, so we need to update the class photo! If everyone could please gather around outside."

The sun beat down on Shouto's head and warmed his scalp, and he found himself moving towards a large tree, some of its green leaves strewn across the ground haphazardly. He sat down against it's trunk, leaning his head against the hard bark, finding it better than letting the sun beat down on him. His eyes darted back and forth between the students in the class, finding that they seemed to blend into each other but stand apart at the same time. He took special notice to Momo, ducked off away from most of the class to laugh with the same purple haired girl from earlier, a bright smile on her face as she stared at the smaller girl. They made up an un-cohesive whole, bright colors jamming into each other at odd angles to form a picture that he found different, but not bad to look at. As he looked on from the outside, he seen Izuku break away from Ochako and Tenya, making his way towards him.

"You look lonely," he said, his voice bright and happy. He took a seat next to him and said, "It's not often we get to come outside for class, and we all haven't been together for a while."

"It's nice, I suppose," he responded after a while, looking at the teenager.

"You going to the water park today? You can ride with me, if you want."

"I already told Bakugou that I'd go, and I don't wanna be looked at as a liar," he laughed off, looking Izuku in those bright green eyes. "But riding you—with you sounds nice."

"I've never had any complaints," he said, shrugging, "but sometimes I get a little too crazy with the aux cord. Denki thinks he knows trap, but Mina and I know trap."

Shouto opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the principal, shouting, "Scooch together everyone! I don't want to have to use up more space than I have to!" As directed, the class got together, finding themselves close to him, underneath the tree he found himself in. Izuku stood up from his spot and moved closer to the girls, seeing as he was one of the shortest boys in the class and he wanted to be seen in the picture. Todoroki moved towards the center of the class, finding himself sandwiched in between Denki and Tenya. "Say cheese!" The camera let off a bright flash and temporarily blinded him, and he felt a strange sensation wash over him. It was cold, freezing, filling up his entire being and shaking him to his core.

And just like that, it was over.

His classmates rushed over to the phone to look at the picture, and he hung back, not wanting to crowd the principal. He looked around and found Izuku staring at him, and he wandered over to him, and found himself staring down at the phone, anyway. It was a good shot—the background was pretty and their uniforms were wonderful—but there was something off putting about it. There was something not quite right at what he was looking at.

"Where's Tooru?" Mina said, squinting.

"Right here," a short girl said, raising a hand,

"No, dumbass," Denki said.

"That's rich coming from you," the principal muttered under his breath.

"We mean like in the photo. You don't show up," Mina said, and Denki hummed in agreement, scanning the photo. The small girl pushed her way to the front and gripped the camera in her own small hands, staring down at it with intense eyes. She furrowed her eyebrows and stuck her tongue out a little, letting it rest on her face. The school bell rang in the background, and a few moments later students began pouring out of the building.

"I'm right here," she said, zooming in slightly, "I'm just little." Her voice was light but carried over the noise of everyone leaving the building, meeting up with their friends. The class let out a collective sigh of relief before splitting off, Izuku sticking to his side and grasping his hand lightly, his head turned away and laughing at something Ochako said. His hand was small but rough in his hand, and he noticed a large scar running across his palm and he felt responsible, for a reason he could not name.

"My car's this way," he said, leading him into the crowded parking lot. The students pulled into the parking lot quickly, whirring past them without regard for their safety, and Shouto wondered if it really took a curse for a casualty to happen in their school. Still, he stuck by Izuku and followed him throughout the parking lot, until they stumbled upon a bright red, but awfully small vehicle. Proudly, Izuku patted the hood, saying, "Jeezy sent me the car because I'm always wearing their shoes." He opened a door and hopped in, prompting Shouto to do the same.

"Jeezy?" he asked, "Like the shoe company?"

"Exactly," Izuku confirmed, revving up the car and pulling out of the parking lot. He handed off his phone to Shouto to key in the directions, which he did, but then he found himself scrolling through his playlist. Glancing over, Izuku smiled and said, "Pick anything you want."

"Say no more," Shouto complied, tapping the screen once before a familiar beat came on through the speakers. "My dad was an old hip-hop head," he said, before the words came in, "I knew this song like the back of my hand when I was six."

"It's not the original," Izuku said, before continuing, "It's the City Girls and you know we'll out-fuck you, so get out my face before I touch you, heaux. Don't you know? Can't you understand? If you fuck with me I'll take your man!" He spared a glance over at Shouto, who sat in the passenger's seat with a slightly perplexed look on his face, but he said nothing. Slowly, a smile broke out onto his face and he shook his head, his soft hair fluttering in his face.

"It's almost like the original," he offered, a laugh on the ends of his lips. "Though, I never really cared too much for the original—anything my dad liked, I hated."

"You and your dad don't get along?"

"My dad's in jail for severely abusing me for most of my life."

"You're oversharing, but okay."

"Oversharing would be telling you that when we get to the house, my mom might be high." Izuku shot him a confused, disturbed look, prompting him to add on, "She's not a crackhead or anything—but my dad really fucked her up and she smokes a lot of week to mellow her out."

"You were right, Shouto," Izuku said, pausing for just a moment, "That would definitely be oversharing. Do you do that a lot?"

"Only with people I trust."

"You just met me—but that was cute."

"Shut up and let me flirt," Shouto said, a fake sigh leaving his voice as he tried to sound exasperated.

"You don't know how to flirt if you call that flirting."

"Maybe you could show me how sometime," Todoroki proposed, not missing the smirk that crossed Izuku's eyes.

"There's a lot of things I could show you," Izuku promised.

Notes:

if there are any references or jokes you do not understand, feel free to hit me up and I'll explain! Next chapter is where things really start to takeoff—I was going to add it in this chapter but I felt like it would crowd the chapter.

#bnha #bnha fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #archive of our own #tododeku #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku

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aftermathdb · 6 years ago

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DEATH BATTLE Review: Samurai Jack vs. Afro Samurai.

WARNING: The following review contains screenshots of large amounts of blood and gore. Please continue at your own discretion.

This battle has been a long time coming. And correct me if I’m wrong, but I think that this is the first time a character that was owned by Cartoon Network has entered the fray, making this unique in more ways than one. Can the Time-Displaced Warrior defeat The Number 1 Samurai? - We find out in a clash of blades.

Personally, I’m excited to use Jack in the story.

So, this is the second time a character from American animation has fought a character from Japanese animation. I’m not linking to the first one because of reasons.

Jack′s Preview.

I’m pretty sure that the usage of the original opening makes this all the better for the fans of Samurai Jack. Even calling Aku opening a time portal a ‘bitch move’ was pretty hilarious. Especially when Boomstick says “Me” instead of “Him.” There’s just so much to laugh at here, that it’s just hilarious.

Then we get into his training, and that’s when we see all the badass stuff.

(Because of course they have to mention “Jumping Good).

Regardless, Jack’s stats are very impressive. And his blade is just as so. Being forged by not one, not two, but three different gods- Jack’s katana is just plain cool. The fact that those gods all come from different pantheons makes it all the more badass to boot.

Even lampshading that Adamantium (at least the Marvel version) shouldn’t be there, Jack’s feats are super impressive. Like the way of how he jumps good. I had no idea that the boulder he wore was nearly forty tons. You learn something new every day.

I mean, with a resume like that, I think Afro really doesn’t stand much of a chance. “Dibs on Jack for my Basketball team” indeed.

Kinda dissapointed that they never mentioned that off a few technicalities (Like lacking a master, and disobeying certain orders), Jack falls under the category of Ronin. Didn’t even put it in a notecard.

And to be honest, I had completely forgotten about that “Who else wants some” line.

Afro′s Preview.

If these guys were trying to get people invested in the Afro Samurai series, I’d say they did a pretty good job. I’d say that if you enjoy something like Berserk, you’ll enjoy Afro Samurai.

Anyways, they go over the sacred headbands first. Talking about their legend, and the supposed powers they bring. But a notecard and some explanation quickly dispenses any notion that there’s any real power to be held by them.

(”An overhyped strip of cloth…” I had a petty comment about a certain American comic character’s fanbase, but making a comment like that is beneath me).

Tangent aside, Afro’s background has some fair similarities with Jack’s. Like…

Not knowing their real name. Seriously?- What is up with that? Do all great samurais on a quest share this trait?

The background for the headbands is pretty cool too. Showcasing both the benefits and the burdens of each. But, there’s really no actual benefit, and it seems to rely on just the honor system. Quick question!- What’s stopping someone from just stealing the Number 1 headband?- Or just creating a replica of it?

And Boomstick brings up a good point here. The hardest part about being a parent in these types of stories seems to be staying alive, rather than… anything else really.

And I have to agree with the weird naming system they have. Next thing you tell me, is that this series has a series of brothers that are numbered [Link]……… goddammit.

And then there’s how he killed Sword Master, and befriended Ninja Ninja… The original point about the naming still stands. Though, given how unhelpful he (Ninja Ninja) is, I doubt that he’ll be of any use in the fight.

Even the blade and arsenal he wields is impressive. And that Perfect Parry technique sounds similar to that parry move that Ryu has. And it seems like he likes fighting dirty. Which is probably going to be the only real thing he has against Jack.

OH! And for some reason, they give Afro the descriptor of Ronin, but not Jack. That just feels like being cheated out of something.

And his resume… Okay, that laser feat, assassin defeat time, and strength are really the only ones that are impressive. At least, when compared to Jack surviving a fall from space. Pretty sure that one feat beats any of Afro’s.

I’m no expert in this series, but his end line… It’s pretty badass.

The Battle Itself.

Luis (Who did Leon vs. Frank and was on the team that did Strange vs. Fate) is hand animating this entirely with some help from Jerky, making this the second DEATH BATTLE that is completely hand animated (The first being Smokey vs. McGruff). Jack will have the voice of Kanji Tang while Afro will be voiced by Devante’ Johnson, music is called Watch out, Samurai! (Youtube link not available at the moment) and is done by Therewolf, and lead audio is by Chris Kokkinios with the help of Philip Spann (No twitter handle available, so here’s his facebook).

So, the story is that… They smell the blood on the other’s blade, and decide to duke it out. I’m not sure if that was the intent, so I’m guessing there’s really no story at all. The voice actors are just there to say some interesting lines. But regardless of that, look at this beautiful hand-drawn animation!

Seriously though, this is your last chance to turn back. The screenshots get more bloody and violent as the battle progresses.

That’s some freaking nice art right there. And it really helps with the battle, considering that just using sprites would probably not work as well as it could.

So the two start fighting, and are capable of parrying most strikes. And I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking “Wait! I thought that Jack’s blade couldn’t harm innocent people! Why can it hurt Afro?” And to that I say, “Afro’s an innocent man?- The dude killed his master all because he had the Number 2 headband!”

We also see Afro’s dirty fighting in action, as he uses his cigarette to temporarily blind Jack. But, it doesn’t work as well as it would in most situations. An earlier notecard revealed that Jack could dodge arrows based on sound, so it’s not likely that Afro could deal damage based on that.

In fact, here it is:

The battle rages on until the rope bridge they’re on turns vertical, and Jack falls to his demise- I’m kidding. He jumps back up. Afro even comments on it. It’s a nice little touch considering that most opponents just assumed that people who can Jump Good are capable of flight. The reactions are rather humorous too.

And we also see that neither are leaving the battle unscathed, as Afro manages to get in some good strikes, and then Jack returns the favor.

(Look at that expression. That feels like it could have come straight out of the show).

So, as we can see, Afro manages to disarm Jack, and Jack manages to return the favor.

And in true Samurai Jack fashion, the blade cuts the rest of the bridge.

And then after an intense strike from above, Afro once again, manages to disarm Jack… Literally this time.

(Yeah, that’s not something you’d see in seasons 1-4).

But no need to worry (Unless you were rooting for Afro), Jack, once again, manages to return the favor and then some.

Yeah… That blood and gore warning wasn’t kidding.

Finishing blow in

5…

4…

3…

2…

1…

So, with Jack sporting the Rad Spencer look (without the bionic arm) and Afro looking like Jax (without the bionic arms), Jack finishes off his opponent in a brutal fashion that wouldn’t be out of place in Afro’s series.

(Neat little detail: Jack is wearing the headband that Afro used to wear).

Verdict + Explanation.

So, yeah. Jack’s stats just… They just outclass Afro’s. That’s just… Yeah. I think a lot of people were expecting that, but probably also expected it to be a stomp in Jack’s favor. He didn’t come out unscathed, and I’d say that’s probably a bone to be thrown to the Afro fans. They show some amount of respect toward each other, and I can appreciate that.

Overall impression.

Rundown: Cool and informative.

Animation: Beautiful.

Explanation: Really solid.

Rating: 9.2/10. It’s not as long as something like Strange vs. Fate, but it’s still a really awesome episode, and it’s a really good one too.

Next Time…

This looks like it’s going to get bloody…

… I’m going to need that “Blood and Gore” warning for this one too, huh?

If uh… If anyone wants to help out in regards to Lucy’s character, that would be spectacular.

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Thank you for reading, and I hope to see you next time for…

Cassidy vs. Lucy. It’s not a creative name, but it rhymes.

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Glitter Faces

The first 3 songs, Dan was struggling to steady his strides, and more than ever, he wished he could hold onto Phil for support. Somehow, the clumsiest man alive, was gliding across the floor, looking suave, and dare Dan say, sexy in the dark lighting of the rink.

Word Count: 1339

Rating: T

Ao3: HERE

And somehow, after all that content, I still needed to find another way to tell the story. Excuse the title, it doesn’t even fit with the mood of the story, but yah I’d like to think I'm funny. This turned into some introspective thing about dan, and the pressure of societies boundaries that it puts on gender, and the individual, but other than that, its pretty fluffy <3 enjoy.

“Ugh, isn’t rollerblading practically the same as Flamenco class, just on wheels?”

It was spain, the Creator Summit housed Dan and Phil for a few days of “Youtube related” festivities. They’d checked into their room a night ago, and it was slowly approaching the end of day two, with the last event on the Summit Itinerary being the roller rink. Dan was absentmindedly picking at the hotel note book, flipping pages and making little tears while he was waiting for Phil to finish blow drying his hair.

They were going to go to it, obviously, it would be great to their American friends again, to see Anthony again, however, Dan knew his hand-eye coordination was next to nothing. Phil appeared from the bathroom, still wrapped up in some towels, waving his messy mop of hair around.

“...that doesn’t make sense Dan, but, Anthony invited us to his room to get ready with him, It’s a themed roller rink party!” Phil made his way over to Dan, the cordless blow dryer in hand. “A 70s themed roller rink party, Dan.”

Phil playfully shook his wet hair in front of him, some of the spray soaking into the hotel note-pad and his shirt.

“Phil!”

“And, Anthony showed me some --facial embellishments-- that I think you’ll like.”

It was a silver sequin and metallic eyeshadow kit; it was somewhat costume-y, but makeup nonetheless. Phil knew him better than himself. Pulling out a makeup up set, saying he could “ambiguously wear it for the party”. It was so tempting, and that offering, it made Dan so damn happy.

Dan had some experience with makeup: eyeliner temporarily blinding him at sixteen. Secretly though, he longed to actually wear it. Rose coloured highlighter, champagne eyeshadow, brow liner, and maybe even clear mascara. However, those wishes stayed in the confines of his mind. It was funny, because people were so accepting on youtube these days, men were running their own beauty channels, men were running successful makeup companies.

But, he wasn’t them, boldly extravagant, flaunting his “feminine” prowess to the masses. In little bits and pieces he was trying, bringing out the ‘softer Daniel’, painting his nails, and making throw away comments about makeup looks, but still, this was Dan, and his physical embodiment prevented him from ever going beyond day dreaming. The stigma with “men in makeup”, no matter how wrong he knew it was, always stopped him.

But when he turned to Anthony and Phil happily helping each other apply it, asking one another, Is this good? Should I put more sequins? Dan felt comfort. With the support of Phil and Anthony by his side, sporting sequin, silvery looks, he felt confidence. He had the safety of a themed party to justify his glittery eyes. He could let his physical embodiment go, just for tonight.

“I think we look like a couple of smokin’ bros, ready for a night out on the town!” Anthony exclaimed, wrapping his arms around both Phil and Dan.

“Hopefully this doesn’t sweat off as soon as I attempt to rollerblade.” Dan turned his face to the mirror, inspecting the delicately layered sequins, over a smoked out metallic underlay. He was proud of his work and loved Phil even more, for giving him an outlet like this.

“Oh it definitely will, I’m going to force you two to go speedskating with me around the rink.”

“Need some help over there?” Phil questioned, arcing around Dan and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Ugh Phil, piss off, I can do it.” Dan swatted Phil’s hands away, shakily making his way forward. One step, two steps, and Phil had to grab Dan’s forearm lest he end up on his ass.

“Sure, Dan.” he giggled.

It took a whole ten minutes, but Dan was starting to ascend from a “broken legged Bambi”, to a “dying swan”. Soon enough Dan was skating alongside Phil, stealing quick glances at how appealing he looked tonight. The thin, silk shirt whooshed with the movement from rollerblading, his black fringe melted into the darkness of the rink, and sometimes the flashing lights would catch the glimmer on Phil’s cheek.

Phil too could say something-along-the -same-lines about Dan. They were both so far gone for eachother.

“You need to take a photo of this, it looks so pretty.” Phil yelled over the music, brushing his fingers along the glittery mess adorning Dan’s face. Dan momentarily flinched, the reflex of knowing that there were digital eyes everywhere.

“Yeah, maybe I should, even though ours practically look the same.” Dan said back, moving in closer to Phil’s ear.

“That’s not true! You did yours all by yourself, and you were so particular about the sequins!” Phil was still shouting even though they were closer together. He did have a point though, Dan was really enjoying applying it himself, and if Phil said it looked nice….

“Dan, let’s go to the toilets for a selfie before you sweat it all off.”

The lighting was surprisingly sound, for it being a hotel’s toilets. Dan slide out his phone, and began working out the angles.

“Should we take one together?” Dan asked, still checking for the best shot.

“For memories yeah, but for instagram, I think you should be the main feature. I’d just take away from your masterpiece.”

“Stop trying to ‘butter me up’ you flop, Just come into the frame.” Dan laughed, pulling Phil by the front of his shirt.

Dan briefed the room, then leaned in closer to Phil’s face, making it so both of their glitter sides were facing the camera.

“This one is for the memories.” Dan smiled at Phil, moving in and kissing him, glitter and all.

Phil was surprised, considering anyone could’ve walked in, but a feeling of warmth and fuzziness settled in as soon as Dan’s lips met his. The kiss lasted longer than he thought it would, not to say that he didn’t enjoy it, but he was a little confused. Dan stayed frozen in place with his lips still pressed against Phils.

“-m takin’ a burst, don’ move” Dan mumbled against Phil’s lips. “Need to ge’ the bes’ shot”

Phil’s heart was going crazy fast. This beautiful, ridiculous boy, who sometimes liked to wear makeup, was posing against his lips for a photo. He couldn’t wait till they could get out of their skates.

Dan finally pulled back, but didn’t go to check the pictures right away. He spent a quiet few seconds inspecting Phil’s face. His eyes flitted to the glitter on his cheek, then up to Phil's eyes, and down to his lips.

“Thanks for putting up with me.” Dan said, lifting his hands to fit snugly around Phil’s hips. Some should’ve come in by now, it wasn’t fair that Phil had to control himself for this long. “I’m glad you suggested the glitter.”

Phil sighed happily, and imitated Dan’s hands, wrapping him into a big hug.

“I love it, I love you, and I knew you’d love the makeup.” He murmured into Dan’s hair, each of them just holding each other in the empty bathroom at the party. This was so like them. Taking a little breather from the crowd, reminding each other they were here, they were real. Sometimes it was overwhelming, talking to different people, putting on a face for others. They loved their friends, but it was different than just being with each other.

It was also nice to treat Phil like he was his boyfriend, to hold his hand, kiss him, take silly “couple photos”,even if it all happened in the hotel toilets.

“Ready to fall on your ass again?” Dan offered, leading Phil to door by his hand.

“Only if we do it together.” Phil sniggered.

#fanfic #my works #lollll hope this suffices #I feel like its mediocreeee #roller rink #dan and phil #phan #love is in the air and I'm choking on it #fluffy garbage #so much

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