#anyways. [dies errupts explodes]

[prince-less]

hello fortnite nation

[kenphobia]

Maki with an Ultimate Scientist s/o? And just like,, one of their experiments go wrong.

I LOVE YOU MORE!

summary. the cast's ultimate scientist gets themselves in trouble, good thing the ultimate assassin was there.

includes. hurt comfort?? gn!reader. mentions of explosions. mentions of scarring.

relationship/s. reader/harukawa maki.

notes. woah this is shit, sorry if the plot was all over the place!! i was trying to make it comedic in the beginning but my angst-deprived self decided to changed it </33

thank you for requesting though!! it was nice writing this :]] also please specify if you want a headcanon, a oneshot, etc. if you plan on requesting again! this also goes for others who want to request.

plastic boots slides across the smooth marble floors, squeaking everytime force was applied. bubbles errupting from the breakers, almost as if the strange liquid was alive.

the google bounce atop of your head, hands wiping down on the stained lab coat as to remove the dirt off. a giddy smile sat on your face, your fingers trembling as the tube kept slipping from your hold yet you manage to catch it on tome before it could fall to the ground.

strings of inaudible words came out of your mouth, like mumbles with a spark of excitement.

"perhaps... this might be my best bet yet!" you told yourself, arriving at a table covered in papers and un-organised books. scribbles and seemingly rushed handwritings were inked down on the papers, books wide open with neon green lines highlighting words.

after getting trapped in a killing game, you tried to find ways to atleast make your life here safe and easy ( and perhaps stop others from going batshit crazy ), yet things weren't going swell.

until now, of course.

"if i could just— do we still have them? i'll check them." you muttered, words spitting out your mouth like you're rapping a verse in enemiem's song.

hesitance and confusion evident in your movements; abruptly stopping you from going around your lab, your mind spinning around without no direction. ( honestly, for the ultimate scientist, you have less than the needed brain cells )

your foot was caught by a wire out and wild on the floor, making you snap out of your giddy state. as you fell to the floor, the sound of glass shattering and heavy items clunking onto the floor distracted you the pain from the impact.

your arms pushed your aching body up from the cold floor, pain tingling your skin. "what the—" your words were cut off, a colorful flash blinding your vision as soon as you life your head up.

ring. ring.

the ringing echoed through your ears, you could barely feel the burning sensation that came from the explosion. it was bright, almost as if you're watching a sun explode up close. " —ey, hey!" the painful ringing faded into a voice, albeit monotone yet there was hint of worry in their tone. it sounded awfully familiar as well.

you forced your eyes to open; a groan escaping your lips as light stared down at you yet a strange figure blocked a third of it. you could've thought you died if it weren't for the ruby red eyes meeting your waking gaze and the sound of an air condition running.

"ngh.. harukawa?" you muttered out her name, using whatever energy you have at the moment. "where— what happened?"

you slowly rose from the bed, your back aching from lying down for too long. you scanned around the room, finding yourself in an infirmary.

the ultimate assassin stood beside you, sticking out like a sore thumb due to her almost gothic appearance. maki cleared her throat, her eyes turning away from your form; a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "erm— are you alright?"

"yeah, i'm okay.. i think." you answered, still dazed from waking up. you can feel a trickling sensation beneath the bandages covering half of your face, albeit irritating but you don't want to take it off yet. "what happened anyways?"

"you got caught up in a pretty bad accident in your research lab. the explosion was loud and shook the entire building, luckily the infirmary was close to your lab." maki explained, her usual calm and composed demeanor back as she faces you.

you hummed in respond to her words, taking in the information bit by bit. with a heavy heart, you released a sigh— one overpouring with despair and guilt.

"guessing from the bandages, the explosion left me with a bad scar or burn?" you asked, using what's left of your confidence to directly stare into maki's eyes.

maki can only nod, her lips pushed into a line and brows furrowed.

"nothing was recovered from my lab?" silence answers your question, the unwavering guilt fills the air, clouding every nook and cranny of the room.

maki didn't need to say anything for you to understand, her silence was enough for it to get through your head.

and all that hard work you've built now gone, and it's all because of your own stupidity. god must hate you, do they?

a pair of arms wrapped themselves around you, albeit awkwardly but you can put past that, thanks to the warmth providing you through the cold air conditioning.

your fingers tangle themselves with your beloved, the side of her side burying themselves in the nook of your neck. her lips were against your skin, reluctant to peck your cheeks.

you stared down at your lap, caressing maki's black nails and bringing her hands up to your lips, pressing a small kiss of gratitude on her knuckles.

you and her didn't need words to communicate nor comfort each other. it's the little actions that gets the feelings across.

"you'll still be my lover, (name)." maki muttered softly, her breath brushing against your neck as her cheeks were flaring red.

"harukawa.." you choked out her name, tears swelling in the corners of your eyes as you bury yourself deeper into her hug.

"i love you more."

ⓒ zippiio — all rights reserved. any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

[justaghostingon]

Superhero au

Chapter 2: Kodya

God, Kodya desided, really hated him. Not that he’d know much on the subject. Oh Neph had prayed to God at first, five times a day to beg for their survival. But nothing had changed and eventually she’d stopped. Kodya had thought that was proof enough he didn’t exist. But then Gy...then Him, and now this mission...and he was becoming rapidly aware, as he hacked up another slimy, eyed freak, that there was a God, or fate or something like that, because surely things could not get this bad without someone directly interfering to make his life miserable.

Another monster rose up behind him. Without looking he stabbed it in two. It exploded all over him. Great. Just what he needed. More goo. A cheer rose up from behind as the source of his frustration began to snap pictures.

He shook his fist at the nearby crowd. “Don’t you have something better to do? Something thst doesn’t involve getting in my way?”

The crowd quieted for a moment. Until one voice piped up, “Oh don’t mind us. We have press badges.” At that the noise resumed and camera’s began to flash again.

Kodya grabbed the next beast, placed his sword in front of his neck, and swung around to face them. “Look at this!” He snarled, “This thing wants to eat you. If one gets by me, do you really think a press badge is going to save you?”

The press was silent for a minute. No one moved. Then the cameras all went off at once and the crowded roared back to life, even louder than before.

Kodya slit the monsters thoat and turned back to the chaos to hack furiously at the remaining monsters. Stupid people. If one died it was on them. The only ones more useless were...

“Everyone stand back! The police have arrived!” Oh no.

The men in blue piled out of there cars and roped off the press, as if tape could stop a monster. “Don’t worry Simple! Back up is here.”

“Yeah right,” growled Simple, “The only back up you provide is to get in my way.”

The police did not seem to hear him, just another sign something higher was out to get him, and proceeded to do exactly the opposite of what he needed. Two officers stood guard by the press while another two took out a big gun and set it up. “Get out of the way Simple!” the chief cried as his men lined up the shot. “We’ve got them now!”

“Wait No!” Kodya swore, “That’s not going to work!” But they were not listening. He threw himself out of the way as the machine gun went off. The gunfire rained on the monsters, who fell over at the sheer force.

For a second. No one moved. Kodya couldn’t believe his eyes. Had that actually worked?

Then the walls began to ooze as the monsters who’d fallen against the walls began to fill out again. Kodya cursed and ran forward, hacking at the monsters while they were still half formed. Of course it wouldn’t be that simple.

It was laughably easy to kill them when stunned though. He’d give that to the police. If they hadn’t nearly killed him too.

The crowd errupted into cheers, louder than before. Chants of “Simple! Simple!” filled the air. Kodya glared at them, and was promptly blinded by the lights.

“That was quite an accomplishment,” a voice spoke in front of him. “It seems I once again owe you my graditude for the saving of my city.”

Kodya jumped as he saw the buisnesswoman from before in front of him. The mayor or something. Beside her was the other lady, standing straight backed and ready to attack if necessary. How had he missed them coming up?

He shifted so the flashing of the camera’s was no longer in his face and surveyed the women in front of him. The Mayor seemed polite enough, but he didn’t like the twist of her smile. It reminded him to much of the one He used for new or scared members. The other lady at least seemed forward enough, if the wary glare was anything to go by. He tilted his head so he was looking more toward her. “If you were really grateful, you’d make your people stay away from the attacks.”

The bodyguard raised an eyebrow but before she could speak, the Mayor said, “We will talk to the public of course. But the press are protected by the 1st amendment. Until the police can set up a parameter there’s not much to be done.”

“If they die, its on them.” Kodya growled, looking at the mayor directly for the first time. He could see the bodyguard tense in the background, but the Mayor’s eyes merely crinkled up sympathetically. “I will warn them you have to prioritize and tell the police to come quicker,” her voice was gentle. “The police are willing to work with you. If you could tell us how else we could help...”

Kodya snorted “I wouldn’t call nearly taking my head off help.”

“Then what would you call help?” The Mayor didn’t miss a beat.

Kodya opened his mouth to say something, he wasn’t sure what, perhaps tell her it didn’t matter cause they’d all die anyway, perhaps to tell them to use their eyes cause guns don’t work on jellies were they paying attention? But it didn’t matter. At that moment one of the seemingly dead jellies rose up. He whirled around, sword already in motion, but something else had got there first. A blade was embedded in the jelly’s chest as it exploded into sticky purple.

He turned back to see the bodyguard standing with one hand on her hip, eyebrow raised. “They do not seem to tough to me.”

Kodya grinned. Finally someone who could fight. Maybe he could do this after all.

Then the police cut the tape and the reporters started swarming, asking questions and getting in his face. As he blinked away the spots of light he had only one thought. Yep. “God definitely hates me.”

[hooked-on-fandoms]

Ravenclaw × Slytherin (Part 3)

Slytherin led Ravenclaw to the storefront of Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop, its large and steamy windows glowing brightly from within.

“Madam Puddifoot’s?” Ravenclaw asked, her cheeks touched with color. Was Slytherin aware of this shop’s reputation? It was known to be the candy-colored safe haven of young lovers. Was that what he thought they were? Already? It wasn’t that the idea did not excite her, but she felt the weight of it, the pressure. She didn’t know that she was ready. Still, she wanted to give this date a fair chance.

Doubt wormed its way into Slytherin’s mind as he took note of Ravenclaw’s nervous smile. For a brief moment, he not-so-seriously considered fleeing the country. It was only the hope that he saw in his date’s sky blue eyes that convinced him to relax.

“I’ve never been inside before,” she admitted.

“Neither have I. It seems like a good place to warm up, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, let’s check it out.”

Slytherin opened the door with Ravenclaw on his arm. As they entered, the metallic giggle of a bell rang out in announcement of their arrival. Immediately, both Hogwarts students were struck by an aromatic wave of hot air perfumed by a potent mix of cologne, flowers, herbs and exotic spices. Slytherin felt his stomach drop. Ravenclaw coughed quietly.

A short and stout woman looked up from the table that she was waiting on to wave at the newcomers. Her dark hair was pulled back into a sleek bun, her round face shining with perspiration. She straightened and began to make her way towards Slytherin and Ravenclaw, navigating the tight space with some difficulty.

“I haven’t seen either of you before. Welcome to my tea shop! Table for two?” Madam Puddifoot asked, beaming with pride.

“Yes, madam,” Slytherin answered respectfully.

“Alright then! Right this way.”

Madam Puddifoot led them to a round table by the window. A white satin tablecloth covered its surface. Bright pink ribbon adorned the sides, carefully gathered at intervals in typical table skirting fashion. The chairs were also decorated with colorful ribbons tied in large bows behind their backs. Come to think of it… Everywhere Ravenclaw and Slytherin looked, they noticed more and more ribbons and lace. Combined with the tearoom’s patterned wallpaper and heavy curtains, the decor was overwhelming, to say the least.

Slytherin felt his insides knot. A quick glance around revealed a handful of other couples packed into the cramped, little shop like sardines. Well-dressed sardines, but sardines nonetheless. Their adoring faces were damp with sweat.

Madam Puddifoot was suddenly staring Slytherin down. While her round face was varnished with a pleasant veneer, her gaze was sharp and expectant. She cleared her throat quietly.

Oh, Slytherin mouthed wordlessly as understanding dawned on him. He smiled placidly and pulled out a chair for Ravenclaw. Madam Puddifoot nodded approvingly while the girl shrugged off her parka, took her seat and thanked Slytherin.

“What a gentleman,” their hostess cooed.

“Yeah,” Ravenclaw said, blushing.

“What can I get for you two?” Puddifoot asked. A small notepad and a Self-Writing Quill hovered in the air beside her.

Slytherin hesitated. “I’ll have whatever she’s having.”

Puddifoot turned her attention to the girl.

“I’ll have a coffee,” she said.

“Alrighty, two coffees. Anything to eat? We have finger sandwiches, pastries, cookies…?”

“Um, no thanks.”

“Okay. I’ll be back with your drinks in just a few minutes.”

“Thank you.”

Slytherin and Ravenclaw eyed each other nervously across the table. Two tables away, another couple of fifth-years were making out with enthusiasm.

“So…”

“Yeah?”

Slytherin sighed. “What do you think of this place? Be honest.”

Ravenclaw’s smile was half-hearted. “Honestly? It’s… humid and claustrophobic. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much ribbon outside of an art supplies shop, either.”

Slytherin wrinkled his nose in distaste. “Plus, it smells like Valentine’s Day in here…”

“It’s alright, though,” Ravenclaw assured him. “I don’t really mind where we are.”

“Then I guess I don’t mind either,” Slytherin said softly as his cheeks reddened. “You look really nice, by the way… I should have said so before.”

“Oh! Thank you. I think you look nice too. I like your green tie.”

“Really? You don’t think it’s weird to wear a tie and a scarf?”

Ravenclaw laughed. “Of course not! I couldn’t see the tie under your jacket, anyway. Were you really worried about that?”

“Yeah, I was,” Slytherin admitted, chuckling with relief.

Madam Puddifoot returned with their drinks a moment later on a full tray floating at her side. She took the pair of fine china saucers and matching teacups and placed them on the table, then poured coffee into the latter from a carafe. Creamer and a bowl of sugar cubes soon joined the table settings.

“There you go!” Puddifoot exclaimed happily. “Anything else I can get you?”

“No, thank you,” Slytherin answered.

“Alrighty, enjoy! But don’t have too much fun,” the hostess giggled and winked at the couple.

While the two Hogwarts students mixed sugar and cream into their coffee, a man in his forties stood up from another table near the center of the tearoom. He looked to be a scholar of some sort, wearing a tweed suit and horn rimmed glasses. His date, a plump woman in a frilly pink and white dress, watched him with anticipation.

“Genevieve,” the man began, dropping to one knee with a small jewelry box in his hands, “my dearest, my flower, my sweet… I love you so much. Would you do me the great honour of becoming my wife?”

Genevieve squealed in answer and started to cry tears of joy, nodding vigorously. The tearoom errupted into applause. Confetti exploded from a half dozen raised wands, raining down on the newly engaged couple. The two embraced and kissed passionately.

Slytherin and Ravenclaw looked at each other helplessly. They communicated without speaking. After the cheering died down, they gulped down their drinks with haste. Slytherin left money for their drinks on the table before slipping out with Ravenclaw. Madam Puddifoot was too busy fawning over the fiancees to notice.

Outside, Slytherin and Ravenclaw wiped sweat from their faces before pulling on their coats.

“That was a disaster,” Slytherin confessed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize… I shouldn’t have brought you here. I just… Some friends recommended the place and it seems like everyone goes here with, you know, girls… Especially ones from your House. Anyway, I’m sorry this was a bust, but I think I can make it up to you.” He wrapped his hands around Ravenclaw’s waist and pulled her close to him.

“Oh, really?” she asked, an eyebrow raised.

His eyes twinkled with mischief. “Oh yeah…” He chuckled. “Can you do something for me?”

“Maybe.”

“Go to Tomes and Scrolls, pick out a good book, then meet me outside of the Shrieking Shack.”