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xaeyrnofnbe · 1 year ago

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here’s the general plot i have in mind for my ZTHAB (Zeros To Heroes And Beyond) au. (so far. think of this as a first draft)

because i’ve been meaning to get around to it. i’m organizing it by arcs bc that’s the best word i can think of off the top of my head for this. you could also think of them as chapters. or episodes. yeah 👍. also i do not intend to write this as an actual fanfic because every time i try to do something like that i lose so much steam and excitement for my idea.

characters will be prefixed with mana! or prime! at the beginning of a paragraph, so assume i am talking about that version until i explicitly mention the alternate version of them.

oh and important detail: albatrio are basically platonic soulmates. so keep that in mind.

this au is based on a single just roll what-if. i have had too much fun with this. well, me and @theblacktiecacti who has suggested SO many good ideas that i have since incorporated.

(also, even though this is an alternate universe where things play out wildly different, there are still a LOT of spoilers for the riptide campaign, so i wouldn’t recommend getting into this idea if you aren’t caught up. not really any spoilers for prime defenders though.)

anyway

ARC ONE

mana!gillion, after attacking mr. ferin, is hauled off by guards. but instead of being banished from the undersea no forced to swim to the surface, (like in canon riptide,) he is brought to a room with a portal, which activates, and he is pulled through. he then falls from the sky in the world of prime.

previously on the prime side of things, prime!chip and prime!jay meet for the first time. this happens in a police station in a very tall building. flying cars are present. chip has been arrested, jay works at the station but isn’t officially an officer yet. she just kinda gets to hang around and do the jobs bc of who her dad is. she questions chip, who is having none of it and highly suspects her of having powers, much like himself. she denies this. but when he teleports out of the building while she isn’t looking, to sit on a narrow ledge, jay impulsively flies out the window to go grab him, blah blah, “so you DO have powers,” he invites her to join his new team of superheroes. she accepts begrudgingly. it’s basically like their first meeting oneshot, just in a different context.

back on mana again, mana!chip and mana!jay are blowing up the navy tower on zero, but things don’t go exactly to plan. they barely make it to the big chipper before they’re captured by marshal john, and taken to a holding cell until jay’s dad arrives, and takes her away. this solidifies in her mind that her undercover pirate thing never would have worked out anyway. she decides her best option is to climb navy ranks until she can find and kill her sister’s murderer herself. and chip? he’s left for days, stewing in irritation and building up a heavy grudge in response to jay’s betrayal, and he escapes before he can be taken anywhere worse, and sets off on a stolen ship looking for some real pirates.

ARC TWO

mana!gillion wakes up on a kitchen counter in prime!chip’s little apartment. prime!jay is also there. gillion, at first, is disoriented and lashes out, but he’s quickly calmed down by his new companions, who are incredibly curious about whatever the hell this fish guy’s got going on. the two wannabe heroes catch their new friend up on where he is and what’s happening, (at least, as far as what they’re aware of; they won’t find out about his banishment for a long time.) at some point, it turns out chip’s been training some kid who also has powers, (ollie,) and thus, the oneshot what-if this is based off of, occurs. nothing comes of that, they still aren’t prime defenders.

mana!jay is, indeed, rising in the ranks. she’s becoming a formidable soldier. and mana!chip finds mana!lizzie, and joins her crew, the grandberry pirates, with the end goal of getting back at the navy and by extension, jay.

ARC THREE

in both dimensions, something isn’t right.

mana!gillion finds himself at home and at peace with his hero friends, but something isn’t quiet right. he’s like a puzzle piece that fits perfectly, and yet is from the wrong set entirely. additionally, there’s an individual, labeled a supervillain by the news, that’s been stirring up trouble in the very city the three friends live in, and gillion can’t help but find the mechsuit of this villain incredibly familiar. gill also gets some new clothes, and some more futuristic armor. pretzel keeps her hero mask.

mana!chip is falling into old patterns from his time with reuben price, and is becoming nearly as ruthless as his captain.

mana!jay talks to her friend, kira, who voices some concerns. jay brushes these off and continues training and barking orders at the people around her. but when she is faced with a portrait of her sister, she starts to wonder if this is worth it. she spends a lot of her time alone crying.

ARC FOUR

mana!chip and mana!jay meet for the first time since zero in a tavern on neutral soil. jay doesn’t think of her leaving chip as a betrayal, but he does. she talks to him like an old friend, even tries to invite him to join her in her cause. but chip is angry. his hurt bubbles and boils under his skin, manifesting in an off putting display of lava cracking between his skin around the edges of his face, and he attacks her. the two fight, and when jay inevitably beats chip, she spares him, but leaves knowing exactly what they have become*, and exactly what she needs to do about it**. (*arch enemies) (**kill or throw every single pirate in the deepest darkest prisons, including chip.)

mana!gillion and prime!chip and prime!jay attempt to stop the new villain that has finally become enough of a threat for heroes to be an adequate force of retaliation. the robotic figure is about fifteen feet tall, and greatly resembles gillion, with black, turquoise, and pink plates and pieces, like a full suit of armor. it is called The T1d3str1d3r, or The Tidstrider, or just The Strider. the names it is given are varied. it also has a pink, octopus-like robot that breaks free of it’s surface in order to join in on the fight.

at a certain point during the fight, the heroes are split up, and mana!gillion goes searching for his enemy in an alley, only to be met with a single glowing blue eye in the darkness, and a voice not unlike his own. this is where he properly meets the prime version of himself. when his foe steps out of the shadows, prime!gillian introduces himself. he’s working with a group of vigilantes, with the goal of doing good for the city, even if they have to do bad things to get there. but that’s not the whole of it, as prime!gillian is onto him. he knows that mana!gill isn’t meant to be on prime, he knows he’s from another world. and he’s barely able to finish his monologue before mana!gillion slams into him and they fight, now with prime!gill at much more of a disadvantage, having sent his mech off to fight prime!chip and jay.

ARC FIVE

after a few more, uh, incidents, the two gills come to a truce of sorts. they’re both the same person, kind of, so they’re kind of the only ones who Get It. and eventually, mana!gill takes prime!gill to meet with his friends properly, who much to his surprise, (and kind of disappointingly,) they really hit it off. mana!gillion isn’t sure why exactly he’s upset at this, but he suddenly feels like a fourth wheel to a friendship he had helped happen. and it doesn’t feel good.

eventually, though, prime!gillian takes his new allies to his secret base. (i have not decided what the secret base is yet.) they meet the prime versions of lizzie, (who keeps everyone on task,) caspian, (lizzie’s #1 supporter and enabler,) marshal john, (the muscle,) edyn, (here called eden, she’s an inventor and mechanic,) and finn, (resident weird old guy who’s really into biology, zoology, writing romance novels, helping his granddaughter with her tech, and, finally, the multiverse.) chip is incredibly excited to see lizzie, since they were really good childhood friends, and he hadn’t seen her since the black rose heroes all split up and retired. mana!gillion talks to prime!gillian and finn, and learns about what they’ve been doing (studying the multiverse and trying to steal the tech they need to travel between dimensions, without success,) why he shouldn’t be here, and why his home dimension needs him.

over on mana, mana!chip and mana!jay have gotten to the point where they command great numbers of their respective people, and have been sending letters back and forth in an attempt to negotiate territory and resources, to no avail. they’ve also both had some pretty wild makeovers.

ARC SIX

tensions are rising.

mana!gillion is feeling more and more distanced from his prime friends. he realizes just how alone he truly is. at the same time, prime!chip and prime!gillian are having a fight on a high rooftop, (mirroring riptide episode #15 but with a more angry-looking gill,) but they do work things out eventually, and the two have a tender moment looking out over the city lights. mana!gillion starts helping prime!finn seek out facilities to rob that might have the stuff they need to send gillion home. gillion doesn’t know where his morals and beliefs lie in a world so alien to him.

mana!chip and mana!jay are at war. at this point, they’ve had some sailing scuffles. but now they’re planning the big thing, a huge battle. jay is an admiral of the navy, and chip has command over all the pirates lizzie, his captain, has recruited to their cause. both have had family and friends feeding into their drives of vengeance, both, at this point, want the other dead. the location for the final battle between pirates and navy is set: a large island that used to be home to a bustling civilization, now mostly abandoned and overgrown. all that’s to be done now is to prepare the armies for the fight.

ARC SEVEN

prime!finn has warned mana!gillion of how dangerous it is to be away from who should have been his friends. neither have any idea of what’s actually happening on mana, but they have clues that it can’t be good. all gillion knows is that the people he’s SUPPOSED to be with, are in grave danger. and his friends on prime? they have their own gillian. they don’t need him. he feels unwanted. so he, accompanied by the grandberries as well as prime!chip and prime!jay, break into the place with the parts, beat up some guards or something, steal the things, and return to base so eden and finn can begin building the portal to mana.

unfortunately, the battle is beginning. pirate and navy ships gather on opposite sides of the island, countless people waiting for their leaders to send them out onto the soon-to-be battlefield.

ARC EIGHT

with the portal built and tested, (tested at least according to finn, when a lot of water came out,) mana!gillion steps through, and falls from the sky once more, this time into his homeworld.

it takes him a great deal of time, but eventually he finds out what’s happening, and realizes he has to move quick, or else he’d lose the two people he’s never met, and yet matter more to him than either of his whole worlds.

don’t ask how he gets there, idk, but when he arrives to the battlefield, the fight has gone on all day. the sun is setting, blood is seeping through the grass and dirt, and he lunges forth into the fray, parrying some blows and dodging others, in search of HIS chip and jay.

he finds them and uhhhh. stops them from killing eachother? yeah the ending is something i’m still very much unsure about. group healing arc is required though. yeah

again, this is a very rough first draft. in a more realized version of the story, there would be a villain, some actual subplots, a big conflict that is actually properly resolved on prime, and more stuff going on on mana. yeah 👍

#zeros to heroes and beyond #ZTHAB au #jrwi riptide #just roll with it #things i said

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thatonebirdwrites · 1 year ago

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Chapter 5 - An Excerpt of my Book 3 of Shared Moments

NOTES: Decided this would be a great chapter to use for the excerpt of book 3. It gets steamy at one part since this is the chapter that details their first time. Also the secret workshop is something Korra and Asami discover in accident in my Book 2.5, during the investigation into who broke into Asami's mansion and the ousting of the triads that took it over. They find a secret passage hidden by a bookcase in the study that goes deep underground. After they take back the mansion, Asami, Korra, and the brothers head into this passage that is riddled with booby-traps only to discover it was a secret workshop made by her mother as a test for Asami in the future.

Chapter 5: In which Korra and Asami Experience Things

Summer 171 AG

Sato Mansion - Secret Workshop - Early Evening

The workshop was not only fully stocked with supplies, but it had materials that were quite expensive and hard to find. Asami studied her inventory list, amazed. Most of the items were in relatively good condition. She had expected more wear-and-tear or at least rust, but she’d found very little of that. She drank her cup of willowbark and peppermint tea absently.

Had the broken door somehow been sealed in a way to prevent that degradation? Standing, Asami walked over to the door and studied it. Platinum mostly, though the hinges were metal and the crank mechanism was a mixture of metals. She pushed the door shut, and sure enough, it did seal well. Pulling it open, she checked the other side. It had been wedged oddly, except…

… there were indents in the walls next to the door where it had been wedged at an angle.

Ah.

That was how her mother had made it ‘broken’ without actually breaking it. Fascinating.

Asami walked back to the workshop desk and sifted through the blueprints. Some of them were of buildings she’d never seen and definitely didn’t yet exist. Were these possible future projects that her mother hoped to do? That hurt a bit to think about, how her mother never got a chance to realize them. Most were surprisingly not related to the company - community theater, a library, shelters, train station.

Huh. A lot of these blueprints were ideas that Asami had already started to do. A community theater? That was Bolin’s nonprofit mover, which construction on it was already starting. Shelters? Asami had devised a modular design, very different from what her mother had sketched, but would serve a similar purpose. Train station? Part of the city bid.

All this time, Asami had been worried she was too much like her father, when she’d completely neglected the fact that she was also her mother’s daughter. How could she have forgotten that? She would need to rectify that mistake.

Asami gathered them up and walked to a cabinet that held more blueprints in its top drawer. She laid them inside with reverence. Maybe someday she could incorporate bits of her mother’s ideas into a redesign.

Wait.

She could do that now. Lukken said they were pretty much guaranteed to get the rebuilding bid. Asami sifted through the blueprints again. The train station could work and perhaps the library since the downtown one was currently filled with vines.

As she sifted through the drawer, a leather bound book caught her eye. It was wedged against the left side of the drawer, half hidden by the large amount of blueprints and sketching pads. Lodged thoroughly. It took several tugs to finally free it.

Asami turned it over in her hands. No markings on it. Just a dark brown leather cover. She opened it.

Late Summer 154

Our little Asami runs around far faster than I expected. I’ll turn my back for a moment to pick up something, pour a drink, and turn around to find she’s not there. A moment of panic hits, the search commences, and I find her often in the same general location - my workshop. She’ll have gotten a hold of my writing utensils or my colored pens somehow, and my blueprint will be adorned with her ‘additions.’

Except, she has an eye for color. Several times I set her in her crib - despite knowing she’ll just find her way out again, nothing can hold back our Asami - and reviewed her ‘additions’ only to realize some of the scribbles would be aesthetically pleasing. Would give the building a bit of flair and color. I dare say she has a talent for it.

This last one she scribbled on was for the upgraded factory, and she gave one of the corners this squiggly line in a variety of colors, and I realized that each of the corners would benefit from a spire like that. Give it a little uniqueness. This new factory design will be a major upgrade to Hiroshi’s automobile lines. It’ll give him far more space than the prior one. It amazes me still how far his company has grown since we first met. To think he worked out of a garage and now he owns several factories and is a crucial market for vehicles? I’m so proud of him.

This… was one of her mother’s journals. Asami traced her gloved finger over the flourishes in the characters and the details of the prose itself. “I inspired the spires, Mom?” she said to the journal with a tearful chuckle. She pressed the journal to her chest and decided to take this with her. Unlike her father’s journals that she found in the study, which were still hidden in a trunk in her closet, this journal felt safe to read. A glimpse into a mother she could barely remember.

She picked up the blueprints she’d chosen and carried them and the journal to the work table. Laying them on the workshop table, she studied the blueprints, her gloved finger going over the lines that her mother had drawn. The entire structure was far more ornate than she had expected, which now that she thought about it, the Future Industries tower also had some interesting ornate design choices, especially on the interior.

Yet, there was several buildings in town that held that similar unique aesthetics. Despite her father telling her many a time that part of downtown and the boroughs had been designed by her mother, Asami had failed to make the connection.

Asami sat down in the chair and shook her head in wonder. Her mother’s mark was everywhere, and all she needed was the formula to solve where those handprints were. Here in this room lay the formula, and here, Asami could start to rebuild the city and leave her handprints on it just like her mother.

In a way, hadn’t she already? Asami laid her hand on the leather journal and traced its edges. That first entry admitted that some of her two-year-old scribbles had inspired her mother’s designs.

It reminded her of the Lion Turtle she’d met during the war. The confusing knowledge they had given her, and yet, that knowledge showed an interconnectedness that pervaded both worlds. Nothing ever happened in isolation. Everything had a ripple affect, even the words said, the actions done, the dreams dreamed. Her two year old scribbles influenced architect blueprints and became part of the skyline.

Who else had been affected by the ripples that spread outward from her existence, words, actions? She’d never truly know, and thinking about it humbled her. It made life feel weightier, not a heavy burden-type of weight, but more of a settling into oneself sort of weight. Or rather, perhaps, a permutation within the equation of her self.

Her own mother had shared in her recorded message that people were made up of connections. The same message from the Lion Turtle - the interconnectedness of reality and the balance to the various elements that constitute it. Yet, even as much as people were made up of connections, the myriad components that comprised a person held a diverse set of attributes, endless permutations, and thus a uniqueness that couldn’t be fully copied.

Asami leaned back and looked at the ceiling. Each platinum tile in the ceiling fit together seamlessly, only a slim line between them showed they were tiles. From a distance, things seemed seamless, but up close, the finer details revealed themselves. Wasn’t getting to know a person similar? From a distance, the person was a person who could meld into crowds of other people, like a homogeneous whole, but up close, the details of each person in the crowd distinguished them from one another to reveal humanity as a heterogeneous mixture. Even identical twins like Korra’s cousins could be distinguished if examined close enough.

Pulling out her Idea Journal, Asami furiously wrote down these ideas. Quickly one page filled and another. The third she added a drawing to give the ideas more depth.

These insights felt important, something to be remembered, and maybe something Korra would enjoy discussing too. A smile twitched Asami’s lips at the thought of Korra, of her beauty, of her empathy, of her ferocity for justice, and that intense desire to touch Korra hit her hard. Maybe later, once she was ready to return to the Island, she could see if Korra would be open to exploring one another more physically or sexually. Asami tapped the pen against her journal, her mind now fully captured by the alluring idea of seeing Korra naked.

That was not a productive thought, but Asami shut her Idea Journal, tucked it away, and leaned back. Her hands behind her head, she let the thought sweep through her. Why not indulge in a little fantasy about her super fantastic girlfriend? This was her personal secret space. She could do anything she wanted in here. Such as enjoying the thought of Korra without all the pesky clothes.

A thump from the hallway startled her. Light flickered on the other side of the door, except that wasn’t a flashlight.

More like fire bending. For a brief moment, fear seized her, but she forced herself into a train of logic to calm herself.

Who would know of this place outside of Team Avatar? No one that is, at least no one alive. Maybe her father, but he was in prison. Had someone found the passage by accident? Surely she had remembered to lock the study door. Except, she couldn’t recall. She’d definitely shut the bookcase, hadn’t she?

Confused and now worried, she looked around the room for a potential weapon. She hadn’t thought to bring her boomerang nor the shock glove. Sighting a wrench, she grabbed it and pressed her back against the wall by the door. She’d flip first to identify, then attack fast if an unknown fire bender. No way would fire harm her mother’s legacy again.

The door creaked open. “Hey—”

She moved quickly and caught the person’s arm and leg, and flipped them into the room. The person tumbled forward and caught themselves with air bending.

Wait. Air bending?

And why were they wearing her clothes?

“Korra?” Asami stared, baffled. That was the disguise she’d crafted for Korra when seeking the truth of the mansion break-in. Why was Korra wearing that?

Korra rolled onto her back and sat upright. “I deserved that." she rubbed her back. "You’d think I’d remember from last time…” She pushed up to her feet. “Anyway, I came to find you because you were taking so long, and I got to tell you about Raiko and…” Korra tilted her head. “Were you going to hit me with a wrench?”

Asami flushed, embarrassed. She placed the wrench on the work table. “Saw fire bending. Left the glove and boomerang at the island… Korra, why are you wearing a disguise?” Asami walked over to her and lifted the hat off Korra’s head. Korra’s hair tumbled down in only one wolf tail, which made her girlfriend look utterly adorable and surprisingly older.

She looked at the hat and shook her head. “This is a bit large for you, isn’t it? There were multiple fedoras in the hat box, you know. I think the black one would have fit you, and to choose brown? Korra, this doesn’t go with your outfit at all!” She put the fedora on the table.

Korra laughed. “Of course you’d critique the disguise. And why do you have a box full of a million hats when you never wear one?”

“I…” Asami blushed. “Um. You see.” She had no excuse. Sighing, she decided it was better to just admit it. “I collect them! The work put into making a hat unique? It’s fascinating. And don’t you dare tease me.” She wagged her finger at Korra’s continued laughter. “Maybe I’ll start wearing them then.”

“You got to wear that flower one then. The one where they look like pinwheels!” Korra bent over laughing. “It’s so bizarre!”

“I will not! I… bought that one because it was weird.” Asami sat down in the chair. “Now that you’ve had a laugh at my expense, please, explain?” She waved her hand at the disguise.

“Oh right.” Korra sobered. “So. I might be banished.”

“WHAT?” Asami jumped to her feet. A surge of anger shot through her.

Korra grabbed her shoulders. “Hey, let me explain. Sit.” She pushed Asami back into the chair, which Asami allowed since standing angry would have meant her pacing uselessly. Korra stood there a moment, her hands still on Asami’s shoulders, but this time her expression had changed to sadness. “Uh. Okay, not sure how to explain. I…” Her shoulders drooped.

Now that Asami couldn’t stand. Except, this chair was not comfortable for what she wanted to do. So she slipped free of Korra’s hold, grasped her hands, and walked her to the bed alcove. Except it needed sheets. Right. She held up a finger at Korra’s confused question and dug through the nearby dresser.

Huh. Clean sheets that smelled faintly of wood lay in the top drawer. Better than nothing. She quickly slid the sheet on and folded another by the pillows in case she got cold. The alcove itself wasn’t quite tall enough for them to sit upright, so she crawled in and pulled on Korra’s arm. “Come on, let me hold you, and you can tell me everything, okay?”

After taking off the trenchcoat, Korra slipped in with her and pressed her face against Asami’s shoulder. Asami wrapped her tightly in a hug and kissed the top of Korra’s head. It took the Avatar nearly a half an hour to share the full story, including her conversation with Raava-Vaatu. When she finished, she pressed tighter against Asami, to the point that it was making Asami very hot and bothered, which contrasted confusingly with the boiling anger at Raiko. The Raava-Vaatu conversation she needed that to percolate a bit before she could respond, but the Raiko nonsense? That needed a more immediate fix.

“A punch isn’t enough for that man,” she said, darkly. “And no, Korra, you will not be banished. Not if I have anything to say.” The gall of that man! Korra and her were building a future together in Republic City, and Asami refused to let that rat-faced, joy-less husk of a man try to tear that apart. Raiko’s party would of course likely fall into line since they’d been irritating with their endless anti-Avatar rhetoric and baffling twists of facts. But of the opposing parties, at least two of them might be sympathetic, and the one definitely so.

“You think you can stop him?” Korra sighed. “I don’t really know what to do.”

“You don’t need to do anything. Let us take care of this for you, okay?” Asami brushed Korra’s hair from her face and kissed her forehead. “We’ll fix this.”

“Not you though.” When Asami raised her eyebrow, Korra spoke in a torrent of words. “Bo and I talked about… okay, it was about you because well, I default to that sometimes because you’re awesome, and point is, he suggested we do a Team Avatar adventure until things… cooled down here. So then, I thought we could seek out more air benders in other nations to rebuild the Air Nation. So I came here to find you and ask you to come.”

Asami blinked and reran through the flood of words. “Oh.” Korra came to ask her to join her. “Korra, I’m already ahead of you. I figured you’d want to search for air benders elsewhere, so I did some preparation today.” Asami’s anger faded somewhat at the idea of a Team Avatar adventure. “I got the okay for…” she trailed off and wondered if there was a way to share this without giving it away? Unlikely. “I wanted to surprise you, but you’ve seen the models and sketches of it…”

“No way! It’s really the airship?” Korra pushed herself up with one arm. “Bo said you’d have one hidden away somewhere!”

Asami smiled. “Not hidden. Built. Gave the blueprints to Kyung before we headed South for the final battles. She started up production right away. I toured it… not quite a week ago to advise on interior work. Lukken confirmed it’s completed now and ready to fly.”

“That is fantastic!” Korra’s look of delight warmed Asami all over.

“I planned to surprise you by showing up in the airship at Air Temple Island. Because I did make it for you.” Asami found Korra’s look of delight mixed with surprise so utterly adorable that she couldn’t resist a quick kiss on the nose. “I will have to keep a record of our travel and any issues we have, then report back for my team to improve the second one. But otherwise, it’s your own personal airship.”

“You are so amazing.” Korra eyes held a sheen to them, and she smiled that adorable lopsided grin. “Always a step ahead I swear.”

“No, in sync.” With Korra pressed up against her, her body was being far too aroused. Irony considering she’d been indulging in thoughts of Korra naked earlier. “Oh, I should ask, did you lock the study door?” When Korra nodded, Asami decided to focus all her attention on Korra rather than spare one more iota for that Raiko fool. “Good, because you look very hot right now,” she whispered in her best sultry voice.

“I… am hot…” Korra swallowed, her pupils enlarged, and her brown cheeks dusted with a blush.

Asami snickered. “Yes. You are.” She slid her hand under the red blouse of the disguise and traced her fingers along Korra’s abs. “And getting hotter?” Teasing Korra had become one of her favorite pastimes, and this evening, safe in the workshop, she was curious how far the teasing could go. She kissed along Korra’s cheek and nibbled on her earlobe.

They’d been dancing around sex for awhile now, and with Korra up against her and touching her, Asami really wanted to just try. She’d wanted it for a few weeks now, but they both had been shy. Asami knew her reasons was wanting more research and being anxious for reasons she couldn’t quite remember, but now that they were in the heat of the moment, with Korra right here…

Korra’s hand traced the back of Asami’s neck, which felt so good. “Do you want to… you know… do… it?”

Asami’s mind went into error mode. Do it? For a long moment, she pressed her face against Korra’s neck to give herself a moment to process the words said.

Oh!

Korra had asked her for sex. “Yes.” The word came out before she was even aware she’d spoken.

That seemed to be what Korra needed. Asami’s eyes widened when Korra brazenly wiggled out of the blouse and then her breast binder. She tossed them onto the floor. Asami caught her breath, stunned by Korra’s beauty. To see what had been hidden by clothing… her imagination didn't do it justice.

Beautiful. Gorgeous. Spectacular. Delicious. Asami needed a thesaurus. None of the words were sufficient. Her hand slid across Korra’s bare skin and over her right breast. Korra tugged at her jacket.

Right. That was a problem in need of a solution.

Asami slipped out of her jacket and shirt, hesitated briefly only to decide, why not, and chucked her bra too. Perhaps pants should go, but she was too distracted to think beyond that intense desire to explore. She kissed Korra deeply, and each touch sent her into a haze of intense want.

No, trousers needed to go too. Onto the floor both landed.

The pair moved slowly at first, the touch shy. Asami was determined to kiss each patch of bare skin, to focus all her attention on Korra, and Korra’s pleasure. Still she hesitated with anything below the waist, until Korra, herself, pushed Asami’s hand down. Korra moaning her name sent a shiver through Asami, and she chased after Korra's gasps of pleasure when she slid her fingers inside her. Korra moved with her, the intensity building with each thrust and kiss. Korra's hand curled into Asami's hair and pulled slightly, causing Asami to moan at the amazing stimulation.

Her first time with Korra swept her away. Diagrams, discussions, and thinking of sex did not in any way capture the intense emotional connection and release. The shyness turned to a semi-urgency, weeks of dancing around this erupted into their touch and the joining itself. Riding Korra through, holding her as she came felt like the world have been painted in color after nothing but greyscale.

When Korra touched her in turn, Asami pushed Korra’s hand down, the same gesture of consent, and nothing in the universe could prepare her for how amazingly good it felt to have Korra finally touch her there. The intensity rose and rose, her heart beat raced, and finally, her mind fizzled into a wonderful haze of pleasure. When she caught her breath again, Korra was holding her and stroking her hair and face.

She’d just…

… they’d really just…

Asami blinked back tears and cupped her hands against Korra’s cheeks. Her girlfriend looked down at her, and tears shone in Korra’s eyes too. Asami rubbed one away.

Korra kissed her softly then laid her head against Asami’s shoulder, her body wrapped around Asami’s, her grip tight but warm. Asami held her close, and slowly her heartbeat began to calm.

“Was… that okay?” Korra whispered. Her breath tickled Asami’s neck.

“Yes, yes. For you too?” Words were difficult. She felt too full of emotion and her body still fizzled with a glow of warmth everywhere.

Korra nodded into Asami’s neck. “More than… I’d ever thought. Thank you.”

Asami nodded, unable to sort out words for a reply. Instead, she held Korra close. How was it possible to feel this happy? She kissed the side of Korra’s head and ran her fingers through her golden-brown locks. The alcove itself was relatively warm from their activities, and at their lack of motion, the ceiling light dimmed considerably.

How long they laid there in each other’s arms, Asami wasn’t sure, but she’d started to doze off when Korra lifted her head away from Asami’s shoulder. The movement triggered the light, and the room brightened again.

“Did you eat lunch or dinner?” Korra kissed her bare shoulder.

“Hmmm. I… don’t recall.” Had she forgotten to eat again? Probably. Too many tasks in the day. “We had breakfast I know…”

“’Sami!” Korra attempted a glare, but her lips kept twisting up into a smile. “Eating is important, you weird workaholic.”

“Mmmm.” Asami didn’t want to get up yet. She wanted to hold Korra tightly, to feel her skin against her own. “Too much to do. And now there’s you.” She pulled Korra down for a kiss again, which was what Asami preferred at the moment. Korra’s hands swept up and down her sides, and Asami tightened her hold, losing herself in the taste of Korra.

Though if she kept this up, she might get them all worked up again. Now that they’d finally had their first time, sex no longer seemed as big of a deal. It was another layer of intimacy and way to reveal her endless gears of love to Korra.

Korra pulled back and brushed Asami’s hair from where it had fallen on her face. “You…you distracting engineer! We ought to eat dinner.”

“Or I could eat you?” Asami teased.

The blush returned and extended almost to Korra’s ears, and she had that same frozen look of brain overload from earlier. “Uhhh. Sure.” She licked her lips and looked so adorably flustered.

Asami laughed. “I’m teasing you. Though it is one of the techniques I learned from that book. We could try it sometime.” That particular technique had quite a few drawings, and Asami had been glad the door to her room had been locked.

Korra smiled, shyly. “Sure, you’ll have to teach me though.”

“We’ll teach each other.” Asami cupped Korra’s face in her hands, distracted again. “You’re so beautiful,” she said, softly. Gently, she kissed her forehead. “I love you so much.” She rubbed her thumbs over Korra’s cheeks. The word love felt so woefully inadequate for the depth of her feelings.

“I love you too.” Korra’s expression softened, and she kissed one of Asami’s hands. “Now let’s eat food?”

Asami pulled her down for one last kiss. “Okay.” Eating before sex might have been a better plan. She’d have to remember that, so that next time - Asami really hoped there was a next time, they could hold each other for as long as they wanted, without their stomachs’ - or rather Korra’s - growling.

By the time they dressed, Asami realized she was a bit light-headed, so eating probably was a good plan. She rolled up the blueprints she hoped to adjust for the city rebuilding and tucked them into a shoulder bag along with her mother’s journal. Looking around the workshop, she tapped her gloved finger against her chin. What else would she need for a long airship trip?

“What’s taking you so long,” Korra asked, impatient, though a smile was still on her face. She poked Asami’s side.

“Deciding if I want to take supplies. This is a well stocked workshop.” Asami caught Korra’s hand when she tried to poke her again and kissed her knuckles. “I think… I’ll make this my personal workshop.”

“Really? I thought going to the mansion was still painful for you?” Korra wrinkled her brow in concern.

“Yes and no. This room?” Asami waved her hand at it. “Has only good memories. It’s my mother’s. Then there’s her recorded message for me. The fact you all helped me reach it? And our first time? All here.” She tugged Korra closer and kissed her on the lips. “And it can be our little private spot.”

“Well, okay. I’m on board with that.” Korra grinned and kissed her. Which if they kept this up, Asami was going to regret putting clothes back on.

“Right. You need food.” Asami reluctantly pulled away. “And let me grab a few tools and materials…” she hurried to the cabinet and materials tub before she could get distracted again by Korra. Now that they’d had sex for the first time, Asami felt a bit more… free? Like she could really let her guard down, and she hadn’t even realized her guard had been partly up this whole time until she’d shared this beautiful evening with Korra.

Tying the shoulder bag shut, she slid it over her shoulders. These supplies would let her make a few 3D models of blueprints, which could be a nice distraction for the long hours or days between wherever they were going to search for air benders. She turned to Korra, who stood at the workshop desk and looked at the blueprints that were still laying there, ones Asami had decided to not take with her.

“Your Mom did all of these?” Korra looked at her.

“Yes.” Asami grasped Korra’s hand. “I think I’m going to adapt her train station one for the city rebuilding projects. You know, to meld her and my styles in honor of her?”

“That’s beautiful, ‘Sami.” Korra squeezed her hand and smiled. Then she put the ridiculous fedora on her head again. It was far too big. Asami sighed but decided to not protest it. If Korra was determined to look ridiculous, then okay. She’d live with it she supposed, at least until they got back to the temple. Then she’d fix it.

Asami made sure to shut the door to the workshop as they left, and once back in the study, she had Korra help her set the books in a neater arrangement on the bookcase that contained the lever. She planned to keep this room locked, but at the same time, it was better to be on the safe side.

She paused by the phone and tapped her gloved fingers against her trousers. “Tempted to make a call to start the process to fix…”

“Food, ‘Sami. You can fix the universe after.” Korra tugged on her hand.

“All right. Have it your way.” Asami didn’t mind. Korra’s insistence was endearing, and food would help Asami feel a lot less lightheaded. After locking the study, she lead the way toward the main floor. They were stopped only once by the new butler, who relayed Korra’s message, only to be startled when Korra herself interrupted with a laugh to tell him she was here already.

Hmmm. She should install a phone in the workshop to avoid this in the future. Asami hadn’t heard the phone ring in the study. Too far away.

“Do you think we can get the food to go and eat someplace… quiet?” Korra looked uneasy when they left the mansion and got into Asami’s satomobile.

Asami raised her eyebrows. “Are you worried about Raiko’s words?”

“A little.” Korra tipped the fedora forward as if to shield her face.

“Let the jerk try. He’d have to get through me first.” Asami drove toward the gates, where several Future Industries guards stood in the guard house that had sat empty for almost a year. They waved at her after they opened the gate, and she waved back, self consciously. Before she’d turned on her father, she wouldn’t have noticed the guards and gone about her day taking them for granted. Now, it felt strange to not wave back and acknowledge their work.

“’Sami, I don’t want you arrested for my sake. Tenzin might not be able to get you out this time.” Korra clenched her hands together.

Asami glanced at Korra. “They’d have to catch us first. Korra, Raiko lost his temper. I don’t think he can pull off this banishment, not without more support, and right now he’s only got his own party supporting him. The articles about you can’t make up their minds on whether to blame you for the vines or celebrate you as a war hero, so unlikely public would fully back it. There’s at least two parties that are pro-Avatar in parliament. We can leverage those and maybe push them to do a vote of no confidence in Raiko. Give him a good scare, and he’ll backtrack to save face.”

Korra wrinkled her nose. “That… sounds needlessly complicated.”

Asami shrugged and shifted to increase her speed. “Typical politics. Gotten more complex since the parliament was added to the government.”

“What’s the difference between President and parliament? I never quite got that.” Korra leaned her arm against the door. “Tenzin had me sit in on some of the meetings to establish the new government, but I didn’t see the point of my being there.”

That surprised her. She hadn’t known Korra had been present for those early meetings after Amon’s defeat. Asami hadn’t paid much attention until after her father’s trial, when she had to research how the voting system would work and what role did what. “President commands the troops, oversees government departments, and enacts laws. Parliament writes and passes laws mostly, though they can issue commands to have departments created I think. Their roles might get adjusted over time. This set-up is pretty new compared to the old Bender Council.”

“Huh. Why didn’t they explain it like that in the meetings.” Korra looked around the street at the buildings, most of them upper scale homes, apartments, and stores. “Where are we going to eat?”

Asami realized she had been heading toward the docks out of habit. “How about we got to Fan’s Dumplings? Since we never did have our first date, we could make tonight that?” They’d been together now for about a month and a half, and it surprised her they’d yet to do a typical date. But then, going from friendship to romance had blurred the lines of what was a date and what was a hangout at least for Asami.

“Yeah! Let’s do it! Oh… wait, do you think my disguise works?” Korra looked at her and adjusted the fedora again.

No, Asami did not think it worked. Not with that over-sized hat, but she didn’t want to hurt Korra’s ego, so she said instead, “I’ll get it to go.”

Fan’s Dumpling was located near the edge of the northwest part of town, where much of the upper class citizens lived. Tucked in the corner of two streets, the restaurant shone brightly with a neon sign in its window and ornately painted sign above its door, the paint one that glowed when light shone on it. Since they were getting it to go, Asami kept to the front, where the hostess and her podium was.

The staff there knew Asami fairly well, since she’d gone here a lot before her father betrayed her and the city, but it had been months since then she’d been here. As she waited for the food, the hostess chatted with her, but to Asami's dismay, despite knowing her before the war, the hostess spent more time in awe of Asami. Was this a thing now? People treating her like she was… different and unreachable?

If so, Asami did not like it. She was relieved when the food came, and she could return to the satomobile.

Except, Korra wasn’t in it. Confused, she looked around only to sight Korra atop the restaurant. She put her hands on her hips and glared at her. “Okay, you can come down now.”

“How did you see me?” Korra flew down on a gust of air bending. “I was hiding!”

“Korra, you stood there. If you want to hide, you need to lay on your stomach, flat as possible or be behind something.” Asami gave her the bag of food and settled into the driver’s seat. “I know you’ve had stealth missions before.”

“Well, those we just blended with the crowd,” Korra hopped into the passenger seat with a wry smile. “Being all secretive like this is a bit new.”

Huh. She supposed she’d have to teach Korra a bit more on stealth then. Because that was the worst stealth job she’d ever seen. “How about you tell me where we’re going next? For that place you mentioned?” She started up the vehicle and looked over at Korra. That fedora really was the worst fashion accessory. It was shadowing Korra’s beautiful face all right, but the clash against her clothes was an abomination.

Best to focus on driving and not the horrendous color clash.

Korra directed her poorly with her terrible directions, so Asami had her describe the location instead. From her gestures and rather… confusing description, Asami came to the conclusion the place was a cliff that overlooked the bay. There was quite a few of those on the edges of the west and east boroughs, so Asami headed southeast toward a cliff she knew would have a spectacular view.

Pulling up to the area did require her to drive on a narrow, one-lane dirt road up to the top of the cliff. The satomobile handled it decently, but not as well as Asami hoped. The grip of the tires on the dirt was imperfect, likely needed to adjust the tread, and the engine struggled up the steeper incline, which meant she needed to adjust that too. The shocks were a mess, for the bumpier terrain, and that gave Asami an idea on a variation of the satomobile that allowed for more off-road travel. The chasis would need adjusted for the improved shocks and thicker tires, since more surface area and deeper tread would grip the land easier.

“Okay, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Korra laughed. “You got that Sato look going.”

Asami raised an eyebrow. “Which Sato look is it this time?” Why Korra insisted on calling her ‘looks’ only ‘Sato look’ when they seemed to be wildly different from each other was beyond her.

“The ‘I’m calculating how to fix the universe’ Sato look.”

She smiled and shook her head. “Contemplated how to alter the satomobile for better off-road travel.” She parked at the top of the cliff. Turning, she brushed Korra’s hair from her face. “This might not be your spot, but I thought you’d like the view.”

Korra gazed at her with a soft, affectionate expression, one that always melted Asami’s heart. “View looks spectacular to me,” she said, her gaze still on Asami.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Asami murmured. She leaned over and kissed Korra, gently, her fingers trailing down her girlfriend’s face. “But we should eat, so you don’t die of hunger on me.” She poked Korra’s growling stomach.

“Got me.” Korra smiled and hopped over the side of the satomobile.

Asami got out like a regular, sensible person. “One of these days I’ll get you to exit a vehicle correctly.”

“Nah, too boring.” Korra plopped down on the hood of the satomobile and patted the spot next to her. Asami sat down gingerly, and took the bowl of dumplings Korra handed her.

The cliff overlooked Yue bay and Air Temple Island but with the curve of the shore, the city skyline was framed by the several mountain peaks. The sky was a deep umber tinged with violet and orange from the sun setting to the west. Birds dived to the surf below and other creatures called to each other, mixing with the tumult of the bay against the cliffs. Asami sighed contently as she ate.

“How’d you know of this place?” Korra asked between mouthfuls.

“I used to come here to think… before I met all of you.” Asami waved her chopsticks at the expansive scenery. “Seeing it all laid out before me? Inspiring. A great way to let ideas percolate and bubble forth.”

Korra looked out over the view. “It is pretty fantastic. When I first came here, Naga and I would explore the edges of the city, mostly because Naga wasn’t fond of running through the city. Too much tumult I think. So we’d go along the cliff trails. More room for her to run. I haven’t taken her out here lately. Don’t know why.”

Asami chewed on a dumpling and thought through the last month, of how busy all of them had been with recovering from the war and acclimation back into everyday life. “Rebuilding after war isn’t easy. There’s always more to do. Can be easy to get caught up in it.”

“True. I need to take Naga out on the paths more. She deserves a good run like that.” Korra scooted closer so that their legs and arms were touching. “When I was still at that compound, I had to get special permission each time I wanted to take Naga out on a run. It was freeing to ride her across the tundra. Sometimes I’d urge her into a trot to see how fast she could go. She loved that.”

“Korra, why did you have to have special permission?” Each story of this compound gave Asami more and more bad vibes.

Korra shrugged. “Claimed it was for my safety.”

“But safety from what?” Asami pinched her nose. “Honestly, it sounds more like a prison than a training compound.”

Looking down at her mostly empty cup, Korra sighed. “I guess so. Remember how Mom said there was a kidnapping attempt when I was still pretty young? I don’t know exactly who did it or why, but the security after that got increased a lot I'm told.”

“So that was their justification of locking you up? What about your parents? Were you able to be with them at all?”

“Every month, I’d get a few days with them. They’d come and visit me at the compound a lot though.” Korra smiled sadly. “I never questioned any of it. The only reason I left… was because I wanted to learn airbending and Tenzin wouldn’t stay to train me at the compound. Master Katara found me loading up Naga, and when she gave me her blessing, that convinced me I was doing the right thing.”

“I’m glad you ran away. Locking you up like that? That wasn’t okay.” Asami once again found herself furious at the White Lotus. To lock away this beautiful woman? Even if it was for safety, surely more time could have been spent with her people? Asami recalled their time investigating spirits in the South, when Korra kept admitting to not seeing this or that place, how she'd never been able to go. Like the courtroom at the ice palace in Wolf's Cove.

“Yeah, at the time, I didn’t know anything else.” Korra finished her cup and dug out a soup container. “I really hated that compound at times. All my days were filled with training. Whenever the city had a festival, I’d beg to go. Most of the time I was told no.” A hint of sadness mixed with despondence threaded through her voice.

Korra drank some of the soup, her gaze unfocused. “I think I was around nine when I sneaked out to go to the summer solstice festival. I so badly wanted to be around people. To play with kids my age. I found a few playing an arcade game. One where you throw the ball toward a hoop? I got in a fight with them with my boasting. One of the kids pushed me around with his water bending, so I water bended back at him. That’s when the others asked me to prove I was the avatar. So I fire bent and accidentally set the entire game on fire. I nearly panicked and almost flooded the area.”

“Really?” Asami looked at her, amused at the image of one of the festival games on fire.

“Yeah. Dad and Mom ran up then and put out the fire. I got a good scolding for it, but those kids sure believed my story then!” Korra rubbed the back of her neck, embarrassed. “I got taken back to the compound and locked in my room by my fire bending instructor. The next day, Dad came back with the kids who I’d tried to befriend. They apologized, and Dad convinced my teacher to let me play with them for the day. They came every month with my Dad for a year or so. But I guess the novelty of playing with the Avatar wore off? I didn’t see them as often, until they stopped coming at all.”

They locked Korra in her room. Asami was still stuck on that part of the story. “Is that why you’re so eager to befriend everyone?”

“Partly? I also really like people.” Korra finished her soup and leaned against Asami’s side. “It’s fun! There’s so many people in the world, and so many stories to hear.”

Asami curled her arm around Korra and pulled her closer. She set her empty food container aside. “Avatar Korra, glad to make your acquaintance over a cup of tea.”

Korra wrapped her arms around Asami’s chest and kissed her earlobe. “You know me too well.” Her kisses trailed down Asami’s neck, a wonderful tingle that spread through her body.

She turned her head and kissed Korra, her arms tight around her. Making out with Korra already felt fantastic, but now that they’d had their first time, it left Asami wanting more. Except the hood of her vehicle was not comfortable. “Maybe the ground or back seat?” Asami whispered.

Nodding, Korra slipped off and pulled her into the grass and flowers that adorned the cliff. They laid down, kissing, and sliding their hands under their clothes. Asami slipped out of her jacket, as did Korra, to make it easier to slip their hands under each other's shirts. Each kiss and touch made her more and more aroused, until she found her courage to ask, “Do you want to… again?”

“Yes please.” Korra pushed Asami’s hand toward her trousers.

She didn’t need any further coaxing, and the pair made love for the second time that day. The glow of the sunset washed over the bay and the city, and the cloudless sky darkened toward a starlit twilight. Asami decided this was perhaps the best evening she'd had in a long, long time, and she snuggled tighter around Korra, only partly clothed, her jacket over them like a blanket. Tomorrow they'd worry about planning the Team Avatar mission and loading up the airship. Tonight though, Asami only wanted Korra.

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mssirey · 3 years ago

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Some agentreign, with a tattoo artist Alex!

Alex knew the roughly sketched symbol, of course. How could she not recognize the insignia of the character her sister played on her show—the campy series with its sometimes shallow commentary or ham-fisted allegories of the world, but that left enough room for interpretation that lent to a beloved view of its main cast.

When Alex glanced up at the woman who had booked her afternoon slot, there seemed nothing outwardly fan-ish about her—her aesthetic one of corporate power, her blazer a sharp cut from a designer Alex couldn’t be bothered to know the name of, her palette choices bold, but smart—not someone she would have read as having much time for fun. But then, Kara was much the same, and she knew better about how deeply her sister loved being a part of a show about superheroes.

“My daughter really loves the show,” the woman offered with a little wave of her hand at the drawing, a jittery air around her, as if she anticipated the judgment she might face, “and Supergirl is her favorite character, of course!” She laughed, a short puff exhaled as her shoulders sagged and her hand returned to ring together with her other. “She said I was her Supergirl the other day, and if you knew how much she loves the character—“

Alex stopped her then, a gentle smile touching her lips. “That is a beautiful base for a tattoo,” she assured. She stepped forward, reached out without thinking, hand covering the nervous twist of fingers, warm against her palm. That close, she realized how tall the woman was—especially as her shoulders pulled back and she straightened up just a little.

Alex almost withdrew her hand as the woman’s teeth clacked sharply together. She watched lashes flutter over warm chocolate eyes as they dropped to where their hands touched, lingering while their breath was held as one.

“Wow— ” one hand pulled free of hers, Alex’s stomach ready to turn, only for fingers to run so gingerly over her own skin—from wrist up her forearm—drawing her gaze down to the full sleeve of ink that she had poured her own heart into, disappearing beneath the once-tidy cuff of her shirt, since stained with the efforts of the day. “Your tattoos are… so…” she had heard all manner of words to describe the art she wore—everything from ‘intense’ to ‘troubling’—rarely a favorable opinion coming from someone who wasn’t an enthusiast, “catching.”

Alex swallowed as those fingers traced a line of color, meant to accentuate the form of the figures at the center of the design—both a representation of herself, stood back to back; one stripped down to blood and bone; the other painted in an unnatural light, too ‘perfect’, meeting all the expectations placed on her, shackles on her wrists and chains weighing down her shoulders.

“I designed it myself,” she said the first thing to come to mind, her eyes almost rolling at her own lack of wit.

“I really like it,” the woman commented before seeming to realize how long she had been touching Alex, her hand jerking upward, a marvelous warmth reaching her cheeks.

They parted, a full pace put between them by the time Alex found the breath to offer her thanks.

“So, um, did you just want the insignia?” Alex held up the sketch to bring them back to business.

The woman faltered, a plea writing itself into her expression. “Well, um, so, you might be able to tell, but I’m not much of an artist,” she exhaled, a laugh bubbling up after, plucking at the chords of Alex’s heart. “I know I want to use the symbol, but I… I don’t know what else to include.”

Alex chuckled along with her. “That’s alright,” she assured. “Come on, let me stretch a few ideas for you,” she waved for the woman to follow her, leading them to her drawing table. The sigh of relief she heard tickled up her spine, and she had to resist shivering.

Drawing on little bits of knowledge she had picked up from Kara, Alex started with a simple base, offering the traditional symbol along with a few alternate designs—some softer, some sharper, some with broken or doubled lines to add a bit of extra dimension—before getting into a range of accenting options.

The woman was vocal with her thoughts as she looked over Alex’s shoulder, humming approving notes when something stood out to her, or commenting on the touches she liked, allowing Alex to easily evolve the piece. There was particular interest when she mentioned the phrase ‘el mayarah’ and explained its meaning.

“Oh! Ruby has definitely said that before,” she gushed, the happy little sigh that accompanied the words tugging at the corners of Alex’s lips, her grin so effortless. “We should definitely include that!”

It wasn’t long before they had a final design— staying true to the show’s version of the insignia and incorporating both ‘el mayarah’ and the script of the language used by Supergirl, wreathed by a flowy, cape-like backing.

“This will likely take two visits— one for the linework and base coat, and then another for the detailing. Is that okay?” She certainly wouldn’t be sad to see the woman again and grinned when she agreed. “You said you were hoping to have this on your back,” Alex prompted as she led the woman to her station.

“Over my heart, yeah,” she confirmed.

“I really like it,” Alex echoed the words spoken to her, and she genuinely meant it. She loved the way the woman talked about her daughter, how every word ran deep with love, how cherished the little girl was.

“Is there anything I should know... going in?” There was a surge of nervousness buzzing in the air as the woman shrugged out of her jacket, folding it neatly over the chair at Alex’s desk.

There was a moment—as Alex watched buttons slipping free of their holes—that she forgot herself, staring longer than might have been polite before she busied herself with putting on her gloves and arranging her inks. “Mostly that when I’m over your ribs, you will feel it,” she sucked in a sympathetic breath. “But, I’ll be gentle, and you can always take a break, if you need.”

She waved the woman toward the chair, turning away as she divested her bra and slid into place against the padding.

“Comfortable?” She got only a nod before she pulled up her own stool. “Relax,” she coaxed, placing a gentle hand on the woman’s back. “I’ll take good care of you and you can swear all you like.”

“Glad to know it.”

As Alex had warned, the woman did feel it. Her breath hissed through her teeth, a sharp inhale that tugged at her, but then she relaxed beneath Alex’s hand. “Good girl.” The words slipped out before she could think to question them, and her own breath caught in her lungs, her gun lifting away from the woman’s skin. There was a soft shiver and then stillness, the barest whimper bubbling out of the woman.

Alex could have perished. The woman was so pliant beneath her, and it took everything to concentrate on the design. But she leaned into that soft praise, continued to encourage her to stay loose, and things went very well—hardly needing to hold the woman still and working straight through without a break. And in the end, she did manage to finish the whole piece, running only slightly overtime.

There was a little disappointment knowing that she likely wouldn’t see the woman again. “If you need any touch-ups, you can always reach out,” she offered.

“Thank you,” the woman said as she gingerly slipped back into her jacket. She bent over Alex’s desk, scribbling something down on the sketchpad with all the trial drawings. “Maybe we could get dinner some time,” she nodded down at the page, where her number was scrawled.

“I’d like that,” Alex grinned, excitement blooming in her chest. The woman’s name was also there on the page. “Then, I’ll see you later, Sam.”

“I look forward to it, Alex.” The sentiment echoed through her for days, accompanied with the image of Sam’s haughty little smirk.

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sleepylixie · 4 years ago

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Lost Boy

Swan Prince! Felix X Princess! reader

Fantasy AU, Retelling of the Swan Lake.

5k words, Romance(Fluff/Angst), Beware of mentions of death(Only mentions, with respect to curses and general dark magical behaviour)

A/N: @crscendoforsung hallo, Soro!! Tis me, your Secret Santa!!! You’ve been such a sweet soul (That Jisung anon of yours is so cool. btw-) and I hope you like this little offering to make the end of your year a little bit sweeter! This idea seemed to fit your vibe (and Felix) too well, so I just had to give it a spin~ This here marks the start of Christmas on Sleepylixie!! As always I will be incorporating high fantasy into the stories you will be seeing and I hope all of you enjoy reading them! Huge thank you to @aliceu @decembermoonskz and @seraplantery for helping me through moments of writers block hhhh- Do let me know what you think, my ask box is open!~

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I love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch everything wrong. -Lemony Snicket

The first time you met him was quite by chance. You’d broken away from your maids, eyes glowing in the darkness as you strolled through the woods, humming an odd tune to yourself. It was a full moon night, so you’d headed out under disguise for a night time frolic in the nearby woods. You’d forgone the heavy skirts and tiaras of your royal wardrobe for the looser bodice and thinner skirts of a homespun dress your maid lent you, tendrils of breeze and grass grazing your ankles as you moved.

All too suddenly, you stumbled into a clearing by a lake- it was small but beautiful, almost ethereal with it’s still waters and edges disappearing into the shade of the trees. But what caught your eye was a slash of of white against the darkness of the far shore- upon squinting, you realized it wasn’t a bird, but a boy. Evidently, he’d noticed you too, because he straightened up from his kneeling position, head cocking to the side as his eyes scanned yours.

You smiled at him uncertainly, unsure of whether you were invading a moment of privacy or worse, a moment of dark magic. Your own magic roiled inside you, careful of the possible threat this boy could pose to you. However, he only smiled back, and stepped onto the water- walking over the surface, almost gliding across the lake to your side of the shore. He didn’t leave a single ripple in his wake, almost like he was just an apparition floating right above the water. You watched in silence as he he stepped out of the lake, coming to a stop in front of you.

He was slight in build, almost birdlike- but his shoulders seemed strong under his white and gold outfit. His bright golden eyes curved softly above his cheekbones, burnished bronze hair falling elegantly over the planes of his forehead.

“Hello, mortal.” His voice was deep, instantly sending shivers of wonder down your spine. “Or should I say royal?” He smiled, rosebud lips parting slightly as he nodded at the signet ring on your finger, the only sign of your heritage. He had a sharp eye for detail, this strange boy who could walk on water. Perhaps he was Fae?

“You know of my heritage, but I know not of yours,” you hedged, not wanting to give him your name; names held power, after all. The boy grinned wider, poking his tongue into his cheek as he eyed you amusedly. “You may call me Felix, darling.”

He wasn’t Fae, after all. He was from a far off land, he said, beyond the bounds your kingdom knew of. He was to stay in these very woods as an apprentice with a family of magic wielders and alchemists. He was an easy talker and an even easier listener; he enjoyed your accounts of the royal court and the parlour you presided over and your evenings of sneaking past the guards into the night markets.

It was a peaceful time with him, walking amongst the woods- you forgot that you were supposed to be with your maids, basking in the new companionship you’d found. You enjoyed Felix’s company, you realized as the night wound down, making way for a new dawn as Felix led you to the edge of the woods.

“You must come see me in the castle gardens,” You smiled, clasping his hands in yours. Felix eyed your intertwined hands before looking back up at your face. Your eyes were bright, your skin glowing against the soft morning sun. “It is a glorious place, you will love the magical herb-house, and oh, the fountain too-”

“I would be honoured, princess.” He bowed his head slightly, suddenly shy. “But I am a being of the night. Visiting after twilight isn’t the most becoming of a lady of your stature, I’m certain.”

Your brows furrowed; he was right, but you did not want to entertain the possibility of never meeting your new friend again. Stars knew when you’d get to sneak this far out of the castle again. “It matters not, dear friend.” you declared. “I shall slip past the guards into the garden, if it allows me to see you again. That is,” you fumbled, a wave of awkwardness invading your mind as you dropped his hands and stepped backwards. “That is, if you would wish to meet me again, I do not mean to impose-”

“As I said, princess,” Felix smiles-no, smirks, backing up into the trees, almost melting into the shadows. “I would be honoured. Until next moon, then.”

True to his word, you saw him standing next to the fountain from your room balcony the next full moon. Slipping past your guards and into the garden, you found Felix gazing around in wonder, eyes bright as he took in the sight.

The wide fountain was set in the center of a large square hedge of rose bushes. At the center of the fountain was the sculpture of a long-haired mermaid with a trident in her twisted hands, face serene as water gushed around her stone-scaled tail. At night, the water shimmered in the moonlight and the soft glow of the moonflies that flitted around the area, making the scene all the more exquisite.

You loved the privacy and peace the fountain provided you, with the tall rose hedges and the flow of water. The moment you stepped into the hedge, Felix’s eyes shot towards you, widening in wonder. You were dressed in lilac gossamer, a silver cape akin to butterfly wings draped over your shoulders and a matching silver wreath woven into your hair... You looked less like the girl-next-door he met and more like the heiress of the kingdom he lived in. He averted his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck. “You… You look breathtaking, Your Highness,” he murmured, bowing low.

You giggled as you walked towards him, your skirts dragging on the grass. “Felix, please. I’m no more than the girl you met at the lake during the last moon. I plead you to not see me otherwise when I am dressed in the garb of a royal.” He straightened up and smiled at you, his demeanor relaxing almost instantly after hearing your familiar voice. He looked almost angelic in the light of the moonflies, bouncing off the glitter on his eyelashes.

“As you wish, princess.” He turned back towards the fountain, letting his fingers trail in the shallow water of the pool as he sat on the edge. “You were correct, this garden is a work of art.”

“It is, isn’t it?” You responded, sitting next to Felix on the edge of the pool, uncaring of your pretty garments. “The gardens take up a good half of the castle grounds. I love spending my nights there. The herbhouse, in particular. We grow a lot of the kingdom’s alchemical herbs ourselves, so I’d suggested we supply them to those who need it for no cost.” Felix glanced at you in surprise, his fingers twirling together two streams of water from the pool. “That’s generous.”

“It’s our duty as royals to make our subjects’ lives as easy as we can,” you shrugged, leaning your head back to watch the stars. “While levying taxes is a necessity, it felt prudent to cut down costs for a normal man and make alchemy available to all. Knowing what herbs are used for what can save lives someday.”

“That’s very noble of you, princess.” He murmured, his lips quirking up as he stared into the night sky. “I’ve seen royals that are drunk off the crown’s power to the point of greed and gluttony. But here you are, giving everything you can for your subjects. It’s admirable, really.”

“As I said, it’s my duty.” You let your attention slip to the pretty shapes Felix was conjuring out of the pool’s water. “Now, tell me, how has your time in the woods been?”

As you grew into adulthood, your daily responsibilities became larger, but you welcomed it. You’d trained and studied for years so you could take on the mantle of crown royal for your kingdom, and you were only too willing to make your contribution to council meetings and parlour galas alike. However, your friendship with Felix was like a safe haven from the day’s happenings, a space where you could just be Felix’s companion and not a royal with responsibilities.

The both of you grew more and more comfortable with each other, letting yourself slip into familiarity when you were together. You showed him all your favourite corners of the garden, but your favourite place to spend time together was at the mermaid fountain. You’d always meet there at the last midnight chimes on full moon nights and sit at the stone edge, talking and flicking water at each other.

He would always bring you enchanted wreaths of flower crowns that wouldn’t wilt for weeks- it was for you to remember him by until the next full moon, he claimed. You would wear them everyday until the magic wore off, counting down the days until you got to see Felix again.

The first time you met him was quite by chance. It had been almost a year since you’d begun to meet Felix in your expansive garden. He was waiting for you by the fountain, just as he had a year ago- but something was different. He’d normally be trying to catch the moonflies or playing with the pool’s water, but today he was looking straight at the entrance of the hedge, almost like he was waiting for you.

“Good evening to you too, sunshine.” You smile, walking straight into his arms, as you always did. Hugs were your way of greeting your magical friend from the woods, once you’d caught on that Felix loved physical affection. He’d normally catch you and swing you around, the two of you trying to stifle your laughter as he set you down. This time however, he pulled you closer by the waist, pressing you to his body as he nuzzled his nose into your neck. A shiver of apprehension slithered down your spine. This wasn’t normal.

You pulled back, but his arms tightened around you, restricting your movement- and that was when you noticed it. His normally gold eyes were the darkest shade of obsidian black, his lips pulled back slightly in a smirk. Instead of his usual outfit of golds and whites, he was dressed in stark red and black, making you stumble back at the realization. In your haste to see him again, you hadn’t noticed his clothes, demeanor or eyes, none of which alluded to the boy you were used to meeting.

“You’re not Felix.” You said out loud, hoping against hope that you were wrong. But the boy that stood before you cocked his head, an action that you were so used to seeing from your friend but right now, looked like a foreign action of pure impertinence. “What makes you think so, princess?” His smirk grew wider. You stood your ground, hackles rising at the almost insulting tone he was using. “Was it the clothes? Or maybe the fact that I’m making it obvious how much I enjoy touching you?”

Your teeth gritted as you let out a snarl of your own. “ Watch your mouth, Felix.”

To your surprise, Felix let out a laugh, sticking his tongue in his cheek- another familiar action that seemed disrespectful on this.. This impostor. “Are you scared of me, sweetheart?” He cooed, taking another step towards you. Your magic stuttered to life as adrenaline rushed through your body, an invisible protective forcefield molding itself around your body. “Oh, that’s adorable.” He laughed again, loud and derisive. “That forcefield doesn’t hold a candle to my kind of power, princess.”

“If you’re Felix, prove it.” You demanded, the fear sharpening your senses to cold awareness. He rolled the cricks out of his neck, training his jarringly black eyes on you again. “We met at a lake a year ago this day. Or rather, you met my twin. He’s the one you’ve been meeting all this while, although I’m loath to admit it. I guarantee you, I’m much looser with my tongue than my damned twin is.”

“If Felix is your twin, what’s your name?” Your voice was cold, devoid of the fear that was rippling through your veins at the moment. “I’m Ellix. Pleased to make your acquaintance, princess,” he spit the endearment out like a curse, dropping into a mocking bow. When he rose, his lips quirked up in the same arrogant smirk, his hands running through his hair. “And who said anything about different bodies?”

A quiet knocking awoke you from your slumber the next night, prompting you to sit up and pull the bedcovers over your body. Were you hallucinating? You hadn’t slept at all the previous night, still reeling from the oddity that was Felix. You ordered him to leave the premises immediately after his strange declarations of having a twin… in the same body? He’d held his arms out, pouting for another hug, but you snarled at him until he left.

Another knock brought you out of your reverie; you were definitely not imagining it. Pulling a robe around your body, you stepped out into the balcony, to be faced with an unfamiliar boy standing next to the railing, his hands twisting together nervously. He had jet-black hair that engulfed his forehead and high cheekbones that made his round eyes look bigger. Your heart dropped slightly; you were hoping it was Felix, here to explain himself. You needed explanations, and your midnight companion was the only one who could give them to you.

“Your Highness, Many apologies for the late hour.” the boy bowed, his voice high for a male, yet smooth- you shook yourself. You were comparing his voice to Felix’s infinitely deeper one. “Who might you be?” You questioned, your voice even.

“I.. well, I’m Han Jisung, your Highness. I’m from the Twilight Woods. You’re Felix’s companion?” The mention of Felix’s name had you jolting to attention, but you kept your face schooled to polite indifference. “What is it to you?”

“I heard that he.. He wasn’t himself when he came to you the previous night. I felt it prudent to come to you with the information you must be seeking, because Felix won’t tell you himself.”

“On whose authority do you hold this information, Jisung?” you demanded- you were not going to be duped by dark magic. You magic probed him shamelessly for traces of dark magic, turning up with nothing but an airy silence. “On my own, your Highness,” Jisung smiled sadly. “I’m one of the people who know the truth. I’m His Highness Prince Felix’s elder brother, second in line to the Twilight Throne.”

“The Twilight Woods outside your kingdom has had its own royalty, ever since it’s inception. We preside over the woods and the surrounding lands and make sure our subjects don’t wreak too much havoc in your lands. Our folk are wilder, they live much longer than your subjects outside the woods and reside further into the woods than any of your folk would dare to wander. The lake you met my brother at is one of the entrances to our kingdom. For the past 200 years, our uncle has ruled the Twilight Woods. His 3 daughters were in line for the throne- but Mina abdicated and Chaeyoung ran away, leaving only… Sana.

“Everybody knew that she was courting the darkness, with her obscene interest in blood magic. When the King our uncle found her in the middle of a pentagram with her hands wreathed in shadows and her lips red as blood, he knew Sana was beyond help. He had her banished immediately, leaving only my little brother and I as choices for ascension to the throne.

“My brother is blessed with an almost endless bank of magic, but he was a creator first, a royal next. His dream was to become an alchemist, providing treatment and protection to the kingdom with his potions. The kingdom loved him, as did our uncle. He saw greatness in my little brother- in his golden heart, infinite power and unflinching moral compass so he chose Felix as his heir apparent.

“The kingdom rejoiced the new era of their to-be king. The coronation was to be the most special day of all our lives. But that Christmas Eve, days before the coronation… Sana broke through the kingdom’s defenses and ravaged her way to the castle. She trapped Felix in a wall of fire in the throne room, rendering any of us unable to help.

“Even his endless power was no match for the abomination she’d become. When she subdued Felix, she.. she placed a curse on him, condemning him to the life of a wordless bird- a swan by day and only reverting to himself by night. She… She gave him no ultimatum. Just that… that she’d give him 50 years to try and find a loophole, just for her sick amusement. If he failed, he would spend the rest of his existence as a swan, completely losing his humanity.

“What we didn’t anticipate was his magic taking a hit from the curse. The internal war his endless magic had with Sana’s curse had created a.. Well, a dark alter ego. We… We called him Ellix. One that was consumed by his base desires and lacked the grace that my brother normally held himself with. Between the curse and the possibility of meeting Ellix at sundown...there was no way he could possibly take the throne. We are not many months short of the 50 year mark, and the stress and fear he’s feeling just means that Ellix is awoken more often than not.

“Yesterday was one such day when Ellix came out to play, and I must apologize on his behalf. You have been a dear friend to Felix ever since you met him. It would shatter him to realize that his own alter ego had damaged a companionship he holds so close to his heart. Ellix is Felix’s darkest, most depraved impulses put into a persona. It is not the Felix you know, the way no mortal is defined by their darkness.

“When he does meet you again, I implore you to not push my little brother away. He is a lost boy, his power and sense of duty beyond that of beings wizened and old. He needs a friend that doesn’t see him for his curse but for the individual that he is. All I ask of you is to be that person for him, for these last few months of his life.”

You waited impatiently for the next full moon, barely focusing on your daily royal duties as you counted down the days. As the full moon night got closer, you steeled your nerves, prepared for the possibility of meeting Ellix- a persona that you were woefully unfamiliar with despite the familiar face he carried. This was just another facet of the Felix you knew. How was this any different from the different faces of a mortal’s personality? You would not be bowed by his drastic change in behavior, you decided.

You hurried your steps as you made your way to the mermaid fountain, the delicate iron chains around your shoulders clicking softly against the midnight blue fabric of your dress. Rounding the edge of the hedge, your eyes instantly caught Felix’s- no, this was Ellix. His eyes were the same obsidian black as before, standing out starkly against his honey skin and the gold circlet that rested on his forehead. You took a deep breath, calming your nerves. His lips dragged up in a smirk akin to the ones he’d flashed at you the previous moon. “If you’re done taking in my appearance, darling, I must say you look absolutely ravishing yourself. ” You rolled your eyes, pursing your lips against the smile that bubbled to your lips unbidden. “If you’re going to behave like a creepy elder with me, Ellix, I guarantee you I will not be hugging you, or walking with you anytime soon.”

A surprised laugh spilled from Felix, his dark eyes lighting up with amusement. This was banter the two of you were used to, indulging in the easy back-and-forth for hours on end. “No hugging or walking for us then, darling.” The endearment spoken in Ellix’s voice struck a chord, sending a familiar shiver of wonder down your spine. “What do you think about talking?”

You grin back at him, taking his hand and leading him to the edge of the fountain. “That is most definitely my cup of tea.”

That full moon night cemented your companionship with Felix’s dark alter ego- who wasn’t as dark as he made himself out to be. Ellix was much more easy with his magic than Felix, using his powers to do even the smallest of things. He was also more confident, almost confrontational with his opinions and his sentiments- even if they weren’t in line with yours. You enjoyed the new dimension to your banter, although a small part of you missed the softness that came with Felix himself.

Despite his openness, however, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask about the curse, or the story Jisung had entrusted you with. It seemed too big of a topic to breach- one that Ellix or Felix would have to address by themselves. So you let the conversation flow in the way they wished it to- quick witted banter and almost flirtatious comments.

The next moon had you encountering Felix again, and you were quick to jump into his arms and he swung you around, the two of you laughing brightly as his eyes crinkled, the jewels under his eyes twinkling softly. He left behind a bracelet of rose-petals and a matching rose wreath. The moon after brought back Ellix, this time with his ornery smirk and a kiss on your cheek before he melted into thin air.

The fluttering in your stomach every time he said something mildly flirtatious, brought out those presents, or let his touch linger for a second too long wasn’t lost to you. You’d felt floaty and obscenely happy with Felix ever since the first time you met him, the quiet nervousness melting into heady peace and teasing banter every time you met after that. When Jisung told you about the curse, the first thing you felt was a wave of concern that you knew instantly was far beyond the bounds of friendship. You wanted to find him and engulf him in your arms, hold him close and tell him he was brave, strong, more special than he allowed himself to believe. You wanted him to stay close by your side, not for one full moon night but for the rest of your lives so you could tell him every day how much he’d come to mean to you, no matter whether it was Ellix or Felix.

It was a soft, simple feeling that had taken root in your heart in the beginning of your companionship with him and had only grown larger since, pushing the limits of your heart in your affection for Felix. It wasn’t just friendship you felt for the lost boy in your garden- it was love.

“You’re lying. Tell me you’re lying.” Your hands pressed against Ellix’s chest, pushing him away from you. Your magic sparked against your fists as you advanced, Ellix’s only reaction an evil grin. “Why would I be lying, darling?” He purred, his own fingers sparking with the beginnings of a flame. You skirted the edge of the mermaid fountain, your eyes trained on him. The anger and betrayal coursing through your system had you seeing red, but you kept your voice even. “How dare you stand before me and tell me that our companionship was a fraud?”

“Oh no no, darling, I didn’t say it was a fraud,” Ellix bit back, looking like a demon set loose from the Netherworld. “I said that this friendship was a game. You let slip so many royal secrets to me, all of which will go towards the siege that the Twilight army is planning upon your kingdom.”

A snarl of outrage ripped from your throat, sparking your eyes as you stepped closer to Felix, eyes ablaze with fury. “You traitor.”

“I’m the Crown prince of Twilight Woods, Princess,” He used the same mocking tone that drove you up the wall. “I’m a royal before your little companion. Did you really think I agreed to your acquaintanceship because I appreciated your COMPANY?” Ellix spit back, his entire body betraying his disgust.

You reeled back at his words, each one of them pricking your heart with a savage sharpness. “You don’t mean that.” you breathed out, but Ellix was on a roll.

“This entire companionship was built for your desires, with none of mine taken into consideration. You’re too absorbed in yourself, with your hair and your clothes and your little kingdom that you forgot that I was a part of this friendship too. You didn’t give a single damn about me, did you?”He shouted, close enough that the two of you were almost nose to nose. You stood your ground, not wanting to seem weak. Not to him. Never to him- “ You just wanted a sweet submissive little boy from the woods to listen to you, and let me make it clear to you, princess. I am NOT IT.”

A beat of silence passed between the both of you- and then you straightened up, looking down your nose at the boy in front of you. “This companionship is terminated as of this second. I owe you nothing, as don’t you. Does that please you?” Tell me it doesn’t please you, don’t do this to my heart, Felix, please-

“Absolutely, princess-” He pressed a kiss against your cheek, a mockery of an action you’d gotten used to from Ellix. But it only served to set you off, a scream ripping from your throat. “No. You don’t get the last word on this sham of a friendship, you dirty liar. I trusted you with my life and my dreams, and this is what I get in return? You should be ashamed of yourself, Ellix.” Your voice cracked from the rage, but Ellix didn’t bat an eyelash.

“Jisung was right. You’re a monster. Begone, Ellix. Take Felix with you and never return. If you do, I will make sure the guards find a dungeon for you with your names on it.”

All you could see was the glint of his black eyes disappearing into the darkness, likely for the last time- and the only emotion you could recognize from the maelstrom in your mind was that of a broken heart.

The walk to your chambers was a demonstration in self control, eyes silvery with tears cast low and your fists clenched to prevent the scream from leaving your throat. It wasn’t until you reached your chambers that you allowed yourself to fall apart, crumbling to the ground behind your door as you hid your face in your hands- and the soft rustle of paper with the movement of your skirts catching your attention. By some sleight of hand, Ellix had slipped a letter into your pocket. While you had half a mind to feed it to the flames, the sad, sentimental side of you ripped open the thick paper, scanning the elegant scrawl dancing across the paper.

Greetings, princess.

I’m sorry I never told you the full truth.

Sana did leave one loophole. When she cursed me, she left me 50 years to find a mortal that would love and accept me for my cursed self, a mortal that would look me in the eye and admit to it. But when the complications began to happen with Ellix…There was no point hoping. I bided away 48 years, lost in self-pity and the darkness that the curse festered within me. Until I met you.

You were so beautiful in the moonlight, darling. Over time however, I came to know that it was your goodness that gave you that celestial glow- You were noble and selfless, strong yet soft, relentless in your pursuit for all the good you could bring to your loved ones.

I was smitten by you, but I couldn’t stand to taint you with the horrible scars I bring with me, darling. So I kept my secret and met you every full moon, only falling further and further with every meeting. The first time I held you in my arms, it was like a missing key had finally clicked into my locked heart and princess, I didn’t want to let go of you again. You gave me the sweetest memories in the final year of my life, and for that, princess, I will be eternally grateful.

I am but a smidgen in the glorious story that will be yours one day, even though it pains me that I will never get to be a part of it- so don’t remember me, princess. Don’t worry about me. Don’t try to save me, because I am likely already beyond the point of saving. There’s no way out for me.

The fact shall remain, as it always will in this letter, even after I’ve passed into the darkness- I love you.

I love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch everything wrong. Justice has done exactly that with me, darling. It has cursed me to live my last moments away from you, lost in my own mind, my magic fighting against the curse to keep the darkness from claiming me. It is my misfortune that I met you so late into my life, but my life’s greatest honour to have known one who shines as brightly as you.

Beyond Forever,

Felix.

You scrambled to your feet and broke into a run, your skirts whipping around your ankles as you let your memory guide you, eyes blurred by the tears that streaked down your face. Ellix was trying to protect you from the pain of losing him, he loved you, he loved you, he loved you-

Slipping past the guards and into the stables, you were on a horse, riding bareback in the fastest speed you could coax from it, towards the Twilight Woods. You had time, you had to try, you couldn’t just let him die, not like this-

Before you knew it, you had reached the lake where you’d met Felix for the first time, the memory of his quicksilver smile and his golden eyes- no, one pair of golden eyes and another pair of obsidian orbs flashing across your mind before another fit of tears claimed you. If you remembered right, Jisung had mentioned you’d brushed by an entrance to the Twilight woods somewhere close by this very place-

“FELIX!!” You screamed aloud, dropping to your knees at the shore. “I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, Please come back to me, I can’t bear the thought of losing you Felix, please-” You caught a view of your tear-streaked face in the reflection of the water, rippling softly, uncaring of your screaming.

The first rays of the morning sun began to hit the edges of the lake as you sobbed aloud, the despair setting in and burrowing deep into your chest as the moments ticked by. You scanned the horizon, desperately looking for a sign, any sign of the kingdom Jisung and Felix belonged to- and then you saw it.

In the far shore, two figures stepped into the soft morning light- both small and slight in build, dressed in whites and golds. One had hair the colour of ebony, the other hair the colour of burnished gold. You straightened up, your eyes widening as you hurriedly brushed the tears off your face.. It couldn’t be..

Both of them stepped onto the water, walking- no, running across the surface of the lake without leaving a ripple in their wake. You got to your feet, backing away from the shore as Jisung and Felix stepped off the water, their smiles brighter than the sun itself. Felix stepped towards you, his arms held out wide and you let out a quiet sob, running right into his warm embrace.

“I love you, I love you so much, thank the stars-”

“You’re here, you’re real, I love you, I adore you, princess-” Your murmurs mingled together, muffled in each other’s bodies as you clung together, scared to move away. You pulled away, your arms still looked around Felix’s shoulders and his neck, only to be met with the brightest grin you’d ever seen lighting up his face. His eyes- one gold and one black, crinkled with happy tears as his lips stretched into an ethereal smile, his hair a dishevelled mess around his ears.

Felix was the crown prince to a kingdom bathed in betrayal and grief, while you were the heiress of a kingdom that prospered from the nobility that ruled it. Felix’s cousin was likely on the way, pulling her hair out in the frustration of being ousted. You would likely face the music for screaming at a boy in the gardens and then disappearing for hours on end- but in each other’s arms, the two of you were nothing more than each other’s special little forevers.

In that moment, it was truly all that mattered.

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goth-albino-angel · 3 years ago

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Yugiri's smile is everything. She has so many of them and they all mean different things. When she's relaxed, when she's excited, when she's confused, when she has no clue what's going on but everyone else is happy so she's happy, when she's relieved, when she's proud... She has so many different smiles and if Tumblr didn't have the 10 image rules, I would absolutely gush about every single one of them in detail. Unfortunately, if I do that, all of those posts will probably be eaten out of the tag, so instead, here are my top 10 favorite Yugiri smiles so far, images included. (Pre-Revenge episode 9)

10. Season One, Episode 2: The First Smile/ 9. Season One, Episode 10: The Sentimental Smile

Episode 2 is the first time we ever see Yugiri smile. Before this, she seemed relatively nonplussed or generally disinterested in pretty much everything going on. Even though she was in a different time period with complete strangers and a madman demanding her to be something she has no knowledge of, she was fairly calm. Then the first time we see her smile, it's when she sees something completely familiar. Her own face. Not only that, but she directs that smile toward the character that is going to become basically her little sister. The first one means so much and it's so important.

Within the same vein, her smile to Kotaro in episode 10 is one during an emotionally heavy moment. It's the first time he's hit an actual snag in his plans. Sakura's singular focus on the Arpino show rather than on the bigger picture of the group as a whole would have been a massive roadblock had she not realized her mistake.

Yugiri is the only one who properly realizes the reason they were sent into the mountains in the first place. Instead of simply sitting on the information, she's proactive about it and actually goes to discuss the problem with Kotaro. She wants to understand his reasoning so that she might be able to help him. And when she turns toward him, she also gives him the observations she's witnessed throughout her new life. This smile may be low on my list of favorites, but it's still unbelievably important.

...Also, when they released the preview image of this smile, my brain short-circuited for ten minutes, so it had to make it onto the list regardless.

8. Season Two, Episode One: The Professional Smile

This smile isn't much out of the ordinary for what we've come to expect of Yugiri, but it's on here because this was our first look at Yugiri after basically two years of very little. None of us knew how the group would come back, how the writing team had incorporated the unexpected pandemic, how things would play out, or what would be happening. The Promo showed Tae's hand flying off to knock off Sakura's head, but as 2018 displayed, the promos can't always be trusted. This showed that, even in this new world where she's only been awake for a year, she's putting her skills to use and working just as hard as the others. Thanks to the conversation from Episode 10 of the first season, we know she was trained as a geisha which would make service work much easier than it would be for the other girls.

I don't have too much to say on this one, to be honest. I do like that she's in softer lighting, as opposed to the others who were all surrounded by harsh lighting on their season two introductions. The softer lighting lends itself well to the lack of pigment and coloration in the girls' makeup, allowing Yugiri to look like she has some color, even if she still looks somewhat pale and tired. It doesn't give her quite the same sickly look the others have at their jobs. The red dress? 100/10. Perfect decision.

7. Season One, Episode Five: The Proud Smile

SHE. DOES. GYMNASTICS. She has every right to this smile! I did the math for this specific part of the episode and Yugiri got third place. The judges liked her rope aerobics so much, they shot her all the way to third place even though her distance was zero meters. It wouldn't have gotten her interviewed, but it would have at least put Franchouchou at the forefront. I still applaud Tae snagging first place, but Yugiri deserves some praise. She really did go face first into the mud on a bike and said, "Never again." She's so proud of herself. I'll be gushing about the actual gymnastics part in a different post a little later, too, but she definitely deserves to be proud of herself. I'm really gay...

6. Season One, Episode Four: The Cute Smile

Originally, this was just going to be me doing some keysmash version of a squeal or something, but there's something I'd like to draw attention to. I'm pretty sure that, by this point, Franchouchou only knows two songs. Yomigaere, which was supposed to be performed in episode 2, and Mezame Returner, which is what's being performed here. Of these two, Yugiri has more experience with this one, but from what the audience had been shown, it wasn't good experience.

Memorizing the lyrics would have been the easy part for her. It's that a good portion of the dance practice was also spent helping Lily get the steps down and potentially calming her frustrations. Then the performance itself would have been a complete disaster if Junko and Ai hadn't gotten over themselves at the last minute to finally help.

This is the first successful performance of Mezame Returner we're witnessing and it's clear the group's had more practice since then. You can see how excited and happy Yugiri is here because this one is actually going well. They had a bit more time to prepare, the two lead roles were actually involved this time, and the audience also was clearly enjoying the performance. She's so happy and it's just so heart-warming to see. Yes, even with the CGI. Don't @ me, she looks adorable.

5. Season One, Episode Seven: The Sassy Smile

This one also was just going to be a squealing keysmash thing, but again, I have something to point out. Look how much more confident she is now that Junko and Ai have, once again, gotten over themselves. Yugiri sees the effect that Junko stepping in had on the others and just like the rest of the group, her movements are more relaxed and free.

It's more obvious, actually, if you look at the way the other girls are moving directly after Junko helps Ai up in comparison to how Yugiri is moving. She did a spin while waiting for Sakura and Lily to finish their segment, and she could be cheeky during her own. She sensed that the tension had mostly dissolved and because of that, she allowed herself to relax and could properly throw herself into the performance. When she throws out this smile and wink, it's not actually directed at the audience. It's Yugiri telling the others that they've got this without breaking the performance.

4. Season Two, Episode Four: The Gentle Smiles

I put both of these here because Yugiri's just... so... caring? So much of what she does is passive that you don't realize just how much work she puts into relieving the stress from the other girls until long after the problem has been resolved.

In the first, she's speaking to Sakura. No doubt, Yugiri probably noticed how worried Sakura was about Junko. Even though Sakura was trying not to let the others catch on just how anxious she really was, Yugiri still knew that something was bothering Sakura as well as Junko. Yugiri knew that the key to easing Junko's mind lay in placating Sakura first. She's seen what happens to them all when they fall apart and she wants to avoid that at all costs. So, Yugiri lifts Sakura's spirits and gives her back the fire and determination to make a great performance.

In the second, Yugiri is watching Junko eat. Unlike the others, it's clear Yugiri knows that Junko is in much higher spirits than when last they saw her. Junko would likely have still been a stuttering, quivering mess otherwise, but she wasn't stuttering and her actions were purposeful and self-assured. Yugiri is very observant. She would have caught on that something had happened to make Junko feel better. What makes this smile even better is that she's not the least bit disappointed. The reason she made dinner was to help Junko, but she doesn't view the meal as a waste of time. She's so focused on other people, that she's happy Junko is feeling better at all and even offers her different platters to help keep her mood up.

These are high on the list for two reasons. One, they're a show of just how much Yugiri does for her girls. Two, YUGIRI COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS HEADCANON CONFIRMED BITCHEEEESSS!!! I GOT ONE RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!

3. Season Two, Episode Six: The Affectionate Smile

I will be completely honest, I have no idea why this one is as high as it is. I admit, I did spend three hours replaying this single thirty second scene because it's really sweet and Yugiri and Tae don't interact very often, so seeing Yugiri not only be worried for Tae, but also be immediately reassured that Tae would be fine was just something my heart didn't know it needed until it had it. The sheer level of affection Yugiri shows toward Tae is too adorable. Especially since Yugiri usually only has moments like those with Sakura and, to a lesser extent, Lily. This smile's really cute, it's in the middle of a wholesome scene, and it made me love both Yugiri and Tae that much more.

2. Season One, Episode Three: The Excited Smile

Once again, an entry that was going to be a simple squealing keysmash until I realized there was something to point out here as well. This is the first smile we ever see from Yugiri that's genuinely enthusiastic. She has plenty of them, especially during her performances, but this is our first time seeing her fully incorporate herself into the group as an actual member and actually look excited to do something with the others. This was an omen of adorable things to come and damn did it deliver.

Honorable Mentions.

I'm only going to touch on each of these briefly because to be honest, there are a LOT of smiles I could've picked.

The first one is from episode 6 when the group is talking about their very first meet-and-greet. Lily asks Yugiri if she's keeping up okay, and Yugiri remarks that she's taking things as they come. This was a small look into the kind of character she is. As I mentioned before, she's very passive in the way she operates, but that's to the benefit of those she cares for. This is her admitting that she doesn't want to be a problem and it's just sweet that even though Lily is worried about her, Yugiri's still highkey thinking about everyone else.

To the right is a shot of Yugiri during Electric Returner. This one is just the squealing keysmash because she looks so genuinely ecstatic, it's contagious. She's NO DAMN CLUE what happened or why they sound so different, but she is absolutely living her best second life.

The next shot comes from the beginning of Yomigaere and is somewhat of a repeat of the above. She's excited to perform for such a big crowd, she's glad Sakura finally agreed to actually participate, and she's living her best second life. Whoever animates Yugiri's CG model? I love you. I want to send you a gift basket. She's always so happy during performances.

Then comes her smile after the group finds out Sakura's memories are back. She's just glad Sakura, her Sakura, has come back to them, that she accepts her crap luck and is still willing to stay. For Yugiri, this goes under the list of Best Possible Outcomes. Her family is whole again and she's so relieved.

Last in the top row is the first full frontal shot we get of Yugiri in the Saga Jihen music video. She's so unbelievably adorable here. I wish I could've gotten her first expression, but the curtain was still rising and without photoshop, I'm not editing an image to the degree needed to get her whole face lightened. Point is, she's cute and everyone deserves to see her adorable face on the first song she got to be center for.

First on the bottom row is Yugiri looking apologetic from episode 8 of Revenge. She's so cute. It was an honest mistake and she had no way of knowing the paper belonged to Kiichi. No doubt, that was probably why she offered to help him rewrite them later.

Next is how cute she looks in big sister mode. She's wiping the mud from Kiichi's cheeks and is taking such care with him. Throughout the entire episode, she treats him like a little kid and it's likely because her role was big sister for so long that she doesn't know how not to treat him that way. It really does shed light on just how kind she is to everyone, though, that she doesn't even think about her dirty kimono and focuses on cleaning him up a little first.

Then we have her smiling at Kiichi as she remarks on how beautiful his dream of reviving Saga is. She even says she hopes it comes true. His dream means something to her. She can't even fully see it, he can't even fully see it, but they don't need to. What Itou didn't understand this whole time is something Yugiri understood immediately just from listening to Kiichi talk. They don't need to see it in their minds, all they need is to feel it in their hearts, and that's something Yugiri knows.

And lastly on the honorable mentions, because this post is already super long, Yugiri smiling while she's cooking for her guests. It was a tossup between this or the pinwheel because it's just really nice that Yugiri can simply enjoy mundane things. I chose this one because it's a direct contrast to how she was at the beginning. Before, she ate with a disinterested expression, but now, she's cooking for guests rather than just for herself. The lift in her mood is obvious, and it's something so small but so heartwarming, I couldn't resist.

I would've put the pinwheel moment anyway, but unfortunately, as a com major, formatting and design are everything and an extra picture on the top or bottom without a balancer would've thrown the whole thing off. Maybe next time.

NOW FOR NUMBER ONE

1. Season Two, Episode Eight: The Softest Smile

This should have been expected. There's something genuinely touching about the fact that Yugiri really does give her everything, even to complete strangers. These girls barely know her, everyone in town barely knows her, but because her dance students suggested Yugiri go out and actually experience, Yugiri gives it actual thought. She doesn't dismiss them, she doesn't deride them, she doesn't make them feel foolish or anything like that. She treats their suggestion the same way she would if it had come from a close friend. And she does actually take them up on it.

Later, we see her come into contact with Kiichi to demonstrate that even full-on strangers aren't exempt from her kind heart, but this means more. All we know is that these girls take Yugiri's dance class, and from the way they speak when we first meet them, it's clear Yugiri has a professional wall between herself and those she instructs. But she still treats them as she would the girls back in Shimabara. It's proof that, even in the past, Yugiri really was just as kind-hearted as in the present. It's a show don't tell kind of thing that just speaks so deeply to the writer in me. I love this smile. It's everything. Her smiles are everything. She's everything.

#Yugiri #Yuugiri #Zombieland Saga #Zombie Land Saga #Zombieland Saga Revenge #Zombie Land Saga Revenge #Angel has spoken #rip mobile users #I'm sorry but I needed to do this #also sorry about the slight passive aggressiveness for entries five and six #I'll do better

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cno-inbminor · 4 years ago

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hello, kay! i hope you've been taking care of yourself well and that life has been kind to you for the most part. i want to ask, how do you feel about kita shinsuke? your akaashi is exquisite and incredibly characterized that i always find myself coming back to your stories should i need my keiji fics, and i realized that it would probably be really interesting (and beautiful) to meet kita through your words. no pressure, tho! as always, i am grateful for whatever you write. ♡ all the love x

you’re an absolute sweetie -- i hope you’ve been well too! i’m honestly at my wit’s end but we’ll survive somehow, right? ahahaha // i’m still incredibly flustered whenever someone mentions how much they like my keiji characterization -- he’s one of the ultimate comfort characters for sure! so thank you for giving my keiji fics that honor <3

i’ve definitely developed some love for kita over time! i love anyone who’s incredibly dependable -- my love language (that i’ve recently re-discovered) is acts of service and i can see him embodying that!

i got carried away: here’s ~1.7k of some hazy kita appreciation, or some strangers-to-lovers ideas sprinkled together. my brain has died from finals, but i hope you like this anon!

the first time that kita shinsuke even crosses your mind, you mistakenly think, “he’s certainly a bit dull.”

it’s not that you forgot he existed by any means -- the boy certainly carries a presence and emanates it in a calm, quiet manner. you just can’t remember him saying anything that wasn’t related to speaking out loud in class or social pleasantries. he’s certainly not much more than a blank canvas to you, and the only splotch of color thrown on is that he’s a member of your nationally recognized volleyball team. other than that, you know nothing else.

it all changes when you two are paired for classroom cleaning duties your third year.

when your homeroom teacher announces your name after his, you glance away from the window to the boy sitting diagonally in front of you to your right. his back sits upright, elbows bent to indicate he’s probably sitting with his hands linked on top of his desk, legs still and placed together underneath the wood. besides the two-toned grey and black hair, you would think he’d be the perfect poster child for japanese education.

the first morning of cleaning duties, you’re sprinting through the halls in your slippers, hoping that the student council president isn’t anywhere near your classroom. the subway was absolutely packed and nobody seemed to be in the usual pace of the morning rush, which caused some delays and for you to cut it very close. you slide open the class door with all the force you can muster, panting and out of breath with apologies falling off your tongue. unbeknownst to you, your brain had been expecting kita to give you a small smile and ensure that it was okay for your two minute tardiness -- instead, you were at the receiving end of a blank yet heavy stare, and seemingly scathing words of, “don’t be late next time.”

your second thought of kita is that he’s too rigid and austere for a seventeen year old. bitterness festers in your chest as you practically stomp towards your desk, setting your stuff down before you head to the erasers in front of the chalkboard. even though there isn’t much dust left on them, you’re searching for excuses to calm down and be a little more level-headed.

you’re so caught up in your thoughts and staring out into the open sky that you don’t register kita’s presence looming near. but it’s his timbre voice that startles you out of your stupor, though they’re nothing more special than, “you can sweep the other half of the classroom. i’m getting started on the desks,” and he walks away.

in gliding the bristles over the wooden floor, you take another peek at your partner for the time being. it’s hard to miss the way he methodically cleans each wooden surface, leaving no corner unwiped, no speck of dust lingering. something about it is somewhat endearing to you, a rather drastic juxtaposition to how you were feeling not too long ago. maybe you were wrong about him -- kita shinsuke might still be a little boring to you, but he’s just...diligent.

in home ec, you’re partnered up with ojiro aran (which proves to be in the best of your luck). but he’s good with small talk, and it’s not like you two have never spoken before. so three weeks later over the folding of meringue into the other batter, you decide to pop the question of, “what’s kita-san like as captain?”

aran can’t contain his muted surprise at your inquiry, seeing as you two rarely ever get into the details of his volleyball playing, much less so about his team. but it doesn’t stop him from giving a truthful answer, “he’s no nonsense, keeps everyone in line. we have some rowdy underclassmen and no one scares them more than shinsuke.”

“a hardass?”

“when he needs to be,” aran chuckles. “but he’s very thoughtful and goes out of his way to care for everyone. the guy lives and breathes by routine.”

there’s something that stirs within you, a small flame being lit, one that flares the next morning when kita walks by your desk and greets you, “good morning, l/n-san.” seeing as he usually never does, you stumble over your reply and shock, all the while berating your heart for beating as fast as it is. kita’s just being polite and using social pleasantries, nothing more.

but he does it the next morning, and then the next, and even incorporates, “how are you?” into his line of words on days you two clean. little by little, you get to know more about him -- not a lot, but enough to correct yourself for ever thinking that he’s a dull, austere, mean human being. you tell yourself it’s nothing more, especially when you start looking forward to their games and join the student cheering squad. it’s nothing when you eagerly await for the moments that kita gets subbed in; absolutely nothing when he looks away from the court and into the crowd, catching your eyes and allowing his lips to slip into a demure smile before turning back around. the pounding of your heart and sweating of your hands aren’t related at all, just physiological effects of the game.

and before you know it, graduation comes around and you think you’ll never see him again after this. you’re laughing and taking pictures with your classmates, later spotting aran over the crowd of families. he catches your waving arm and bounding figure, bright grin on his face as he congratulates you. “i’ll miss you all,” you confess and aran affectionately pats your head. “same here. have you seen shinsuke?”

your brows furrow. “no, why? is he looking for me?”

“you sound confused by that. weren’t you two friends?”

“i wouldn’t overassume that...but i doubt i’m on his mind right now.”

aran only nods and adopts a pensive look, taking a moment to think before confessing, “you meant something to him. after all, he greeted you every morning, right?”

you nod. “but what does that have to do with anything?”

aran’s parents interrupt and attempt to drag him away before he can answer, but he beckons for them to give him another minute. quickly, he pulls you into a one-arm hug, telling you over the bustling crowd, “you were part of his routine.”

you’re stunned, frozen in your tracks as aran and his family walk away. their departure creates some space between everyone, and you find yourself looking straight into the golden eyes of the man that had been plaguing your thoughts for months now. he doesn’t back down, not out of defiance though -- rather, he seems to be trying to convey that he sees you, acknowledges your existence and long wedged a placeholder for you in his life.

but the spell is broken when one of your relatives tugs on your arm for you to leave and go home for a big lunch celebration, and that’s the last you see of him.

at least for the next two years. you have a part-time job at osamu’s onigiri shop, having met the man in some cooking classes over the years. while you’re up front most of the time, you occasionally help out in the kitchen during rush hours. evidently, you missed any of the information on the exact source of the rice, remembering nothing more than the fact it was special and held a certain place in osamu’s heart -- because when kita shinsuke walks in to make a special, personal visit, your brain splutters and ceases all deep cognitive functioning.

he looks well, happy, strong, more than he did back in high school. the same air of confidence still surrounds him and encases the entirety of the shop, and instincts nearly have you dropping to your knees so you can hide behind the counter and catch your breath.

“oh shinsuke, you’re here!” osamu calls out from behind you, popping out of the kitchen to help with the rice bags. the most you can muster is a gentle bow before messing with the cash register, pretending to be busy organizing receipts and bills. you tune out most of the conversation cleaning counters, checking customers out, wiping down tables, and anything else that’ll take your mind off the guy your heart could never seem to forget.

but osamu bidding goodbye to kita snaps you out of your reverie. and instead of walking towards the door, kita’s figure approaches you until there’s nothing but 5 feet of wood between the two of you. “it’s good to see you,” he greets softly, a gentle expression casting onto his face and tone.

“i-it’s good to see you too, kita-san,” you barely reply in time, doing everything you can to fight the blood rushing into your face.

“i’d like to take you out for coffee when your shift is over, if that’s okay.”

oh.

“oh, well, yes, but um, my shift doesn’t end for another hour and--”

“oh, you’re good to go for the rest of the day,” osamu calls out with his head popped out the kitchen door, sending a knowing look towards his former captain. in fact, you remember that the owner had been somewhat insistent that you come work today of all days and you never knew why...until now.

that fucker.

shinsuke’s eyes glimmer as the realization hits you, the same demure smile as the one he sent you all those years ago during a volleyball game sitting on his lips. excitement bubbles within you, and you attempt to tease, “only if you can untie my apron for me?”

there’s no hesitation in his demeanor as he walks around the counter and plants himself right in front of you, mere centimeters between the tips of your shoes and his. you can’t bear to look away as an arm reaches around easily undo the bow at your lower back. neither do you miss the ghosting of his fingertips at your waist that burn through the cotton of your t-shirt, and you’re just thankful that no customers are around to witness this heated, intimate moment.

“lead the way, captain,” you can’t help but say. something dark and dangerous crosses his eyes, sending a thrilling shiver down your spine. and you think that yes, yes indeed, you’d like to see those eyes more often if you can.

#kita x reader #kita shinsuke #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#kita #kita shinsuke x reader #anon #sweet child

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shutupandshipit · 4 years ago

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Sharpen Your Blades - Ch.17

Summary: “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

The thinning of Aizawa’s patience was evident in the twitching of his brow. “If you stop asking questions, maybe I could finish explaining.

”With a huff and roll of his eyes, Katsuki glanced away from their coach.

“City Hall and the SC want us to give them more variety. We are a team solely made up of single skaters. Every year, we dominate the rankings for single skate while Shinketsu dominates the pairs, so this year both cities are being required to split their skaters evenly between singles and pairs with at least one pair coming from out top five.” There was a collective intake of breath, but no one commented, choosing instead to remain silent. “Unfortunately, for us, it’s a lot easier to switch from pairs to singles. With our male to female ratio, alpha/beta/omega ratio, and those of you actually experienced with pair skating, we’re at a disadvantage. So, I’ve decided to choose your partners for you.”

…..

Or where Katsuki and Izuku are forced to be partners so they can continue to compete, but the blood in the water may be thicker than anyone realized.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: E

Chapter: 17/20

Previously <- Chapter 16: Heats and Ruts

Chapter 18: ??? -> Next (coming 5/30)

Author’s Note: This chapter is pretty much exclusively sexy times with plot bits sprinkled in. If you don’t want to read it, the last section is tame. Otherwise, you’re gonna have to wait for the next chapter, hons. Thanks for coming to my PSA!

Chapter 17: Staying inside

Inko stood behind Izuku, hand pressed between his shoulder blades. “Go one, honey, it’ll be alright. Everyone out there is brand new too.” When he didn’t step forward, she asked, “Don’t you want to be like Daddy?”

Izuku nodded, but he didn’t look at her. He was staring out across the ice at all the other three and four and five year olds cautiously scooting around the ice. Some held tightly to their parents’ hands. Some held on tightly to each other. Others were plastered to the wall.

There was only one kid making ever more confident, if a little shaky, circles around center ice. Ash blonde hair and ruby red eyes, Izuku wanted to be exactly like him, but he was too shy.

The boy’s eyes caught Izuku’s before Izuku could duck away behind Inko’s legs.

After a couple minutes, a voice called, “Hey, you, kid! What’s your name?”

Izuku peaked out again to find the boy standing right in front of them, staring Izuku directly in the eyes. “I-I-Izuku,” he stuttered.

“Hah? Deku? What kind of name is that?”

Pouting, Izuku came out a little further. “Not Deku. Izuku.”

“Whatever. I’m Katsuki. Are you going to come out and skate or what?”

Izuku turned nervous eyes back to the ice. “I want to, but-”

“Then hurry up!” Katsuki interrupted, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the edge of the ice.

Izuku stumbled along behind him. “H-hold on, Kacchan! I don’t know how to skate!”

“That’s why we’re here, dummy! Hurry up!”

Izuku glanced back up at his eyes, and was swallowed immediately by the sheer determination there. After a moment, he nodded and let Katsuki drag him onto the ice.

…..

Izuku excavated his arms from his blanket, wrapping them around Katsuki’s neck as he hurried them down the hall of their apartment building. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he mumbled frantically as his body trembled from the pain and hot watery saliva filled his mouth. Fear and the sense of safety clashed horribly in his chest. On the one hand, he didn’t have a nest nor did he have the certainty of food or water or even a locked door, which was driving his omega into a frenzy. On the other hand, he had Katsuki’s arms around him and his heartbeat against his ear and the certainty that Katsuki would never let anything happen to him.

He didn’t notice they were in Katsuki’s apartment until he was being unceremoniously dropped in a nest. Unfurling from the blanket, he surveyed the nest. It was perfect. Exactly how he would have built one if he’d allowed himself. A mountain of plush pillows and plusher blankets all arranged for optimal coziness.

Izuku’s omega took the reins, forgetting everything besides including the red blanket and himself into the nest. He barely registered Katsuki standing over his shoulder, staring at him.

When he’d gotten everything incorporated properly, he went to work on stripping out of his clothes.

Katsuki whispered, “Jesus fuck.”

Snapping his head up, he stared at the alpha. His expression was strained, fingers curled into fists at his sides. He panted, pupils dilated wide and body trembling.

“Kacchan?”

Katsuki swallowed before turning quickly. “I’m going to lock myself in my room so I don’t do anything we’ll both regret.”

“Wait- Kacchan-” The door slammed before Izuku could say anything more, and he stared down at the nest forlornly.

‘Alpha… left?’ his omega whined in confusion, ‘Alpha close. Alpha come. Alpha built a nest, but alpha not in nest.’

‘We can’t force Kacchan to do something he doesn’t want to do yet. We only just started courting. Sharing our cycles is a big step,’ he reminded his omega, but still, disappointment sat heavy in his stomach. He didn’t have long to think on his disappointment before the heat reared up again. His whole mind was consumed by his heat, going blank with need.

…..

Katsuki came to panting breathlessly, fingers locked around plush hips, digging into soft flesh. He was buried in Izuku’s body, trembling with aftershocks as Izuku clenched around him and whined desperately, wordlessly. “Wh-what the-” he panted, confused more than anything else. He couldn’t remember getting naked, couldn’t remember climbing into the nest, couldn’t remember fucking Izuku.

He couldn’t remember fucking Izuku.

He snarled viciously, angrily wishing he could direct it at his alpha. Because of his alpha, he couldn’t remember the moment he’d been dreaming of for years. He couldn’t remember a single detail of sliding into Izuku for the first time, of making him cry out his name, of knotting him.

Worse of all, he couldn’t remember if Izuku had said yes. He couldn’t remember if Izuku had said it was what he wanted. The last thing he could recall was locking himself in his bedroom and pressing his face into his pillows to try and smother the scent of Izuku in the other room.

Clearly, that hadn’t worked.

Izuku made a noise beneath him, chest pressed in the very visibly dry blankets below them, body trembling as his fingers gripped the fabric for purchase. He whined again, high and reedy, like a dog in pain. He strained against Katsuki’s hands, but Katsuki’s grip kept him firmly in place.

Bile rose in the back of Katsuki’s throat. Immediately, he started to loosen his grip. “Fuck, Deku, I’m sorry. I thought- I’m usually conscious during-”

Izuku pressed desperately back against him, whining as he struggled for movement while Katsuki’s knot kept them firmly tied together.

Katsuki was at as loss for words as he watched Izuku trying to fuck himself on his cock, and it took him several long moments to put two and two together. His death grip and black out. Izuku’s desperation and the dry sheets beneath him. He might have cum, but it seemed as if Izuku hadn’t. That Katsuki’s stupid fucking alpha lizard brain hadn’t let him, chasing after his own pleasure instead of worrying about the pleasure of his partner. Sex was supposed to be a push and pull, a give and take, an agreement between participants. It wasn’t supposed to be all take, take, take with no reciprocation. The whole idea made Katsuki sick to his stomach.

It made him want to rip his alpha straight from his head all the more. The only positive thing he could find about the situation was that Izuku’s neck and shoulders were unmarred.

He wasn’t sure what he would have done if he’d come out of his rut induced black out to find that he’d claimed Izuku. Possibly thrown himself off the nearest bridge because it would have been what he deserved.

Izuku’s whines had devolved into racking, heaving sobs, and Katsuki’s stomach and heart twisted around and around each other. His alpha, for the time being, was silent. Sex drunk and lounging in his own afterglow.

Katsuki hushed Izuku gently, releasing his hold completely on the omega’s waist, and leaning over him to press chest to back. “I’ve got you, Izuku, I’ve got you. Breath,” he coaxed, soothing his hands down Izuku’s sides until his breathing had leveled back out with a few hiccups.

Sliding his hand down Izuku’s chest, he just barely skimmed his fingertips over Izuku’s length before the omega shuddered and cried out. He went completely limp, Katsuki’s arm across his chest keeping him from collapsing completely.

The scent of mint and a lightning storm and sweet summer apples filled the air, and Katsuki’s alpha lifted its head in interest. Katsuki shoved it back down, basking instead in the sheer pleasure of Izuku’s pleasure.

Katsuki lowered the two of them completely into the nest on their sides, dragging the red nesting blanket over them. Izuku’s chest was vibrating wildly with the force of his purr, eyes closed and body utterly motionless. If it hadn’t been for how loud his purr was, Katsuki would have thought he was dead or something.

"I'll be right here when you come back," Katuski murmured against the back of his neck, noting the shiver that wracked his body.

With his arms tight around Izuku and his nose filled with their scents, he drifted on a wave of post-orgasm bliss. He didn’t realize he’d dozed off until he startled awake as Izuku murmured.

“Kacchan?” His eyes were still closed when Katsuki finally opened his. Somehow, he was still buried in Izuku and was halfway hard again already, but he was still conscious. That was the important part. He was still conscious, and he was bound and determined to stay that way. “Kacchan? Mm, Kacchan?”

“Here, Izuku,” Katsuki said, breath ghosting across his cheek.

When Izuku cracked those green eyes, they were clear of his heat haze. That was probably part of the reason he was verbal again. He blinked up at Katsuki rapidly, cheeks blooming red and purr coming to an abrupt stop. “K-K-Kacchan? Wh-what happened? Where are we?” His eyes grew wider as he glanced at Katsuki’s bare chest. “Why are we naked? Why are you- Oh my god!” His voice had become a mere squeak as he shifted, probably feeling Katsuki still in him. His hands shot up, covering his face.

Fear shot through Katsuki, and he bracketed Izuku in, desperate for him to understand. “I’m sorry, Deku. I’m sorry. I only came to after- My alpha took over. I’m sorry. I don’t remember how or when I got out here.”

Izuku didn’t seem to be listening though, and Katsuki shut up to hear him moan, “Oh my god, I don’t remember my first time with Kacchan! Stupid omega! Why did you do that? You couldn’t even give me this much?”

Katsuki couldn’t help it when he snorted.

Cracking his fingers open, Izuku pouted up at Katsuki with watery green eyes. “It’s not funny, Kacchan, I dreamed about that for a long time. And now I’ll never get to remember it. It’s just one more thing-”

Katsuki pulled Izuku’s hands away from his face to lean in and capture his lips. The omega’s eyes fluttered closed, and he started to purr all over again as he opened up beneath him. When they pulled apart again, Izuku was panting and red for an entirely different reason. “We’ll just have to remember this time then.”

A giggle exploded from Izuku, and he covered his face again. “Kacchan, you want to spend my heat with me?” he asked, breathless as he continued to giggle.

“Well, I can’t spend it with anyone else, can I?” he snapped without heat, “Now, my rut-” Katsuki didn’t finish that statement as big watery cow eyes peaked out from behind Izuku’s fingers again. “Kidding, nerd. Now that I’ve had your ass, even if I don’t remember it, no one else gets to have it.”

“The same goes for you,” Izuku whispered, still staring through his fingers, but he had that look of pure determination that he always got when he was getting ready to dominate a competition.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

“N-n-no one else, gets to have you now. O-o-only me.”

Staring down at him for several long moments, he finally let the thought ricocheting around his brain out, “You’re hot when you’re confident, nerd.”

Again, the hands flew back up. “You can’t just say stuff like that, Kacchan!”

“I can say whatever I damn well please. And stop fucking hiding!” Katsuki wrestled with Izuku’s arms, trying to rip them away from his face until Izuku bucked back against him. They both stilled, moaning wantonly into each other’s skin. It took them several minutes of breathlessness to speak again.

“Kacchan, I want to remember this time. I want you to stay with me.”

“Me too. I want to remember.” Katsuki gripped his wrists, but when he pulled this time, they fell easily. He didn’t waste time before diving into Izuku’s mouth, rutting gently against Izuku. The quiet friction was enough to have them panting.

“Mm,” Izuku hummed against his mouth, “More. I want more.”

Pulling out and ignoring the wretched whine Izuku released, he flipped the omega onto his back and settled in between his legs. Gripping his hips, he slid back into Izuku’s heat before the omega could really start complaining. Fully seated, he fell on top of Izuku again, licking into his mouth with fervor.

Izuku moaned, legs wrapping around Katsuki’s waist and hands burying into his hair. He gripped the roots tightly, and Katsuki bucked his hips in surprise at the mix of pain and pleasure.

“Fuck, do that again,” he gasped into Izuku’s mouth, setting a frenzied pace that rocked Izuku with every thrust.

Complying, Izuku pulled at his hair again as he cried out, legs tightening around Katsuki’s hips.

“Izuku,” Katsuki grunted against his cheek, “If you keep holding me like that, I’m not going to last long.” Already, he could feel his knot beginning to inflate, each slide in and out of Izuku’s entrance harder than the last.

“I don’t care!” Izuku shouted, legs flexing around him again in a show of pure strength and making his movements stutter. “Knot me! Please! I need it!”

Growling, Katsuki removed one hand from Izuku’s hip, instead fitting it around his length. Izuku bucked up into his hand. Everything between them was slippery with sweat and precum and cum and slick. Katsuki’s fingers glided over Izuku effortlessly.

“Yes, yes, yes, right there,” Izuku chanted, moving with Katsuki now, rushing to drag their ends closer. “Please, please, please.”

“You’re going to have to hurry up yourself. I’m not going to cum before you this time.” Katsuki thrust into Izuku harder, teeth aching with the urge to sink them into Izuku. “I wanna bite you so bad.”

“No,” Izuku moaned instead, “Not yet.”

“I know,” Katsuki grit out.

Izuku’s body trembled, shaking with each thrust and pull. “Kacchan!” he cried out, clenching down around Katuski. Instead of going stiff like Katsuki had been expecting, like the last time, he thrust up into Katsuki’s hand and down onto his cock as he spilled between their bodies.

“Finally,” Katsuki growled, sinking his teeth into Izuku’s shoulders as his knot locked them together. He shuddered and stilled even as Izuku continued to move against him, spilling into the omega’s body.

…..

Morning crested with blazing orange creeping through the wide open windows of Katsuki’s apartment. Birds serenaded the rising of the sun and the wonderfully dull aching pain in Izuku’s hips as he shifted in the arms slung around him. Despite the freezing temperature of the air tickling his cheeks from the window he couldn’t remember either of them opening, he was comfortably warm. Not mid-wave of his heat warm, but sitting in the summer sun warm.

He’d never felt so completely satisfied in his life. For once, it was easy to breath.

Until it was all interrupted by the obnoxious buzzing of plastic across hardwood. Burrowing beneath Katsuki’s side, Izuku was resolute to just ignore it. The buzzing went silent after an extended period of time, and Izuku sighed happily. Then it started ringing again. He released a frustrated groan, but remained exactly where he was. The heat in his body was beginning to build again, and he knew another wave would be hitting him sooner rather than later. All he wanted was to rest until then. The buzzing stopped again and immediately started back up. “Oh my lanta,” Izuku moaned, rubbing his forehead against Katsuki’s side.

He was gearing up to reach for the offending object when Katsuki shifted to reach across him instead. The buzzing stopped, and in its place was Katsuki’s voice, deep and gravelly and sex-drenched, “Don’t you extras understand what it fucking means when someone doesn’t answer the goddamn phone.”

The sound of Katsuki's voice shot straight through Izuku, simultaneously turning him into a puddle and setting a forest fire alight in his body. He wanted nothing more than to suck his dick while that voice spat obscenities and praises in equal measure.

Katsuki didn’t seem to notice when Izuku slipped beneath the blankets. “I’m going to answer that question for you. The answer is clearly no. Stop fucking-” His rant was cut off by a deep groan.

Cold air nipped at Izuku’s fevered skin as the blankets were jerked up. Katsuki’s scarlet eyes stared down at him as he innocently stared back like he hadn’t just licked up Katsuki’s entire shaft. “Morning,” he chirped as he leaned back in to repeat the action.

Before the blanket fell back into place with another of Katsuki’s deep groans, Izuku just caught sight of his phone case through gaps in Katsuki’s fingers. He gasped, scrambling back up Katsuki’s body just as the alpha flung the phone back onto the couch. “Kacchan, that was my phone!” Izuku cried, reaching for it. He could still see that the call was connected as thick arms wrapped around his waist.

“Where do you think you’re going? You better be planning to finish what you started,” Katsuki growled playfully as they wrestled. Katsuki worked to bring him back into the nest while Izuku struggled to end the call that was. Still. Connected.

Why hadn’t the person hung up! Did they want to be scared for life? The bigger issue was that people would know. People would know that they’d spent his heat together, and they wouldn’t have gotten to open up about their courting on their own terms. It was distressing, but at the same time, Izuku didn’t know if it could work any other way. They hadn’t even talked about the courting, not really. The passed few weeks had been strife with their angst and frustration and falling into each other over and over again.

“Kacchan, the call is still connected,” Izuku whined, but his strength was failing with the heat building in his body.

“They better fucking hang up soon if they don’t want to be scared, then shouldn’t they?” he growled against Izuku’s collarbone, making him squirm with need and already mounting pleasure.

Just having Katsuki so close, being able to lie skin to skin with him, was nearly too much. At the same time, it was far from enough.

“Kacchan,” he whined again before finally submitting, and slumping into the alpha’s body.

Katsuki held him close, arms around his waist as he pressed kiss after kiss along the exposed skin of his shoulder. His fingers trailed along Izuku’s lower back, gentle and warm and undemanding.

Izuku panted against Katsuki’s shoulder, body limp as the wave took him. Every press of Katsuki’s lips and skim of his fingers sent pleasure sparking along his skin. He cock was crushed between the planes of their stomachs, already sticky with pre-cum. Slowly, Katsuki’s hands parted from each other, one burying deep in Izuku’s hair to scratch at his scalp while the other slid down to press against his entrance.

Izuku pressed weakly down into Katsuki’s hand, moaning quietly when those fingers gently pushed into him, seemingly checking to see if he needed to be prepped again. He pumped them slowly, dragging the pads of his fingers along Izuku’s inner walls. Izuku was still wet, and he didn’t want to wait for Katsuki to stretch him back out. “Kacchan, please,” he whispered, trying to press down just to get Katsuki to move, but the alpha seemed content just having his fingers in Izuku.

“Tell me what you want, Izuku, and I’ll do it for you. Anything. You just have to ask.” Katsuki’s whisper ghosted across his skin, and a shiver rocked his body.

He moaned plaintively, phone call forgotten as he arched against Katsuki’s body. “You. I want you.” He gripped Katsuki’s shoulders, digging his nails in lightly. “Please, please, I just- I want-”

Katsuki hushed him with lips against his jaw, pulling his fingers from Izuku only to replace them with his cock. He slid in easily and slowly, savoring every inch that disappeared into Izuku.

A moan slid from Izuku’s mouth as Katsuki found his home in his body, and he cried out when Katsuki gave a singular, shallow thrust to completely seat himself. Izuku came between their bodies, trembling against Katsuki as the alpha showered him with more kisses, more gentle touches, more wonderful words. “So good for me,” he whispered into Izuku’s skin, “Never imagined it like this. Could never imagine this. Tell me what you want.” He sounded almost delirious, drunk as Izuku on the rightness of their intimacy.

Because he was right. Out of all the nights he’d fantasized about being with Katsuki, he could never have imagined this.

“Take me apart.”

And Katsuki did.

…..

Katsuki had never put so much work into something in his entire life. It wasn’t simple to take Izuku apart at the seams, but it was made easier by his knowledge of the man. He was slow, methodical, finding the places that made Izuku release silent screams, the places that made him cry out, the places that made him mewl and squirm.

Even with rut running hot through his veins, his alpha now seemed content to give the omega every second of pleasure they could possibly manage and set his own pleasure aside instead of chasing madly after it. He didn’t think this was what ruts were normally like for most alphas, and he worshipped Izuku’s body for the sheer ability to. That was where true pleasure lay.

Katsuki nipped and sucked at Izuku’s pert nipples while Izuku made efforts to get movement between them, but Katsuki’s hands on his hips kept him fully seated. He slid his hands down to massage Izuku’s thighs only to return them before Izuku could get any bright ideas.

Izuku whined plaintively, hips and cock twitching with the effort to break from Katsuki’s hold. “Please, Kacchan, move,” he begged, fingernails digging deep into his shoulders, “Please! I need to feel you! I need you to move! You’re driving me insane!”

Breaking from Izuku’s chest, he mouthed along the column of his throat leaving deep red marks in his wake. “Not enough if you’re still coherent.” Izuku whined louder this time. “I quite like you being my cock warmer. You don’t?”

Burying his face in Katsuki’s hair, he groaned. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”

“And here I am, saying it.” Katsuki nosed along the skin beneath Izuku’s chin, stopping when he came in contact with his scent gland. He stayed there, lavishing the area with broad strokes of his tongue. “Do you want me to not say stuff like that?” he asked after a moment.

“Sometimes,” Izuku started, and Katsuki could already tell it wasn’t going to be an answer to his question, “I feel like I need a safe word just to be around you.”

Katsuki paused in his ministrations, and Izuku’s body immediately relaxed into him, chest heaving. “Am I doing something that needs a safe word?”

“I feel like you’re edging me.” Even though he was mumbling, he was so close to Katsuki’s ear that he could hear him clear as day.

“Not on purpose.” Katsuki loosened his hold on Izuku’s hips, but the omega didn’t take the opportunity as it was presented to him. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Good, because I don’t want to stop.” Katsuki hummed, satisfied. “Will you tell me if you change your mind?”

“Yes.”

Katsuki hummed again, and slowly leveraged Izuku off his lap, making the omega keen against his ear. He pushed up back into Izuku’s heat just as slowly, holding him up so he could start a tortuous rock of his hips. “‘Zuku,” he mumbled as he mouthed at Izuku’s shoulder, “Why didn’t you have anything ready for your heat?”

“Kacchan,” Izuku whined, body trembling violently as Katsuki slid home again.

“I’m not going to get mad.” Katsuki didn’t know if that was a blatant lie or not, but he’d definitely do his damnedest not to show it. This wasn’t the time for anger. Neither of them were in the right mind for it either. “I just want to know. Why didn’t you prepare?”

“I-I-I-” Izuku stuttered, eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging wide as he panted, “You’re go-going to be mad.”

“I told you I wasn’t.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Jerking Izuku roughly down back into his lap to force a cry from his lungs, Katsuki gently gripped his chin in his hand and pulled his face down so they were just centimeters apart. “Why did you say that you don’t want to have a heat, Deku? I want to have pups with you one day, but if that’s going to be at your detriment, then I’ll leave it. I just want to understand.”

Izuku sobbed, his chest heaving as tears all at once began to track down his face. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, alpha. I didn’t know. I’m sorry,” he babbled. Distress had begun to sour the sweetness of his heat scent, rotting apples instead of crisp apples. Rain on asphalt instead of rain on a forest floor.

With a growl, Katsuki crushed their mouths together. Izuku’s mouth tasted like salt and copper, and he swiped his tongue over a cut on the inside of Izuku’s bottom lip. He pulled back again, but still not far. Never far. He wouldn’t have been able to handle it. “Izuku, listen to me,” Katsuki whispered and waited until he could glimpse those emerald eyes through cracked lids, “That’s your omega talking. This is your body, and I don’t get a say over it. If you want to have pups one day, then we have pups when you’re ready. If you never want to have pups, then we don’t have pups. In the end, the choice is yours. I just want to understand. Why don’t you want to have a heat? Why weren’t you prepared? Why did you chance taking suppressants? Every time I smell them in your scent, all I can see is you in that bed glassy eyed and barely breathing. Every time I see someone else touch you, all I can see is you broken on the ice. I just want to understand. Please, help me understand.”

“Kacchan, please, please, I need you, please,” Izuku begged, face still wet and hair hanging in damp ringlets all around him, “Please, I’ll tell you everything, please. I need you. I need- I-”

Katsuki hushed him again just like before, lips against his cheek. Again, he lifted Izuku off his lap, arms straining with hiss full weight. He was kind this time, taking up a faster pace than previously both for Izuku's sake and his own.

Izuku cried out wordlessly with each upward thrust. "More, Kacchan! More! I need your knot, please!" He all but sobbed, "Please!"

"Almost there, sweetheart," Katsuki growled, thrusting up harder each time his knot caught on Izuku's rim.

As soon as his knot breeched Izuku's entrance and locked them in place, the omega spilled hotly between them with a scream. He collapsed against Katsuki, chest heaving for breath and spasms rocking his body. It was only after his breath came under control that he whispered tiredly, "You didn't cum, Kacchan."

"I was preoccupied."

"By?"

"You cumming."

Izuku pressed his face into Katsuki's neck. "How can you just say that? Why would you want to watch that?"

Despite feeling the sudden urge to stop talking, Katsuki said, "Because you're beautiful and I get distracted by everything you do."

Izuku keened, and jerked in his lap, spent cock releasing another pathetic spurt. He squirmed more insistently, and Katsuki could have sworn he felt the omega's body temperature rise as he watched an embarrassed flush color the back of Izuku's neck and ears. "I want to feel you cum in me," he muttered, and started licking insistently and purposefully at Katsuki's scent gland.

Katsuki reacted immediately with an involuntary jerk of his hips and long moan. Grinding down into his lap, Izuku moaned along with him, leaving marks all along his neck and shoulders, but always returning to the same place.

It didn't take much for Katsuki to start pushing more insistently at Izuku's ass, unable to move as much as he wanted to. He gripped wherever he could, fingers tight on supple skin as his movements became frantic. "It's not enough," he growled, just at the edge but unable to fall over.

He didn't notice one of Izuku's hands dropping to trail behind him. At the same time as he gently gripped Katsuki's balls, he bit into Katsuki’s scent gland without breaking the skin.

"Fuck!" Katsuki spat, ramming up against Izuku so hard that they were lifted into the air. His body went still as his cock pulsed within Izuku and the omega walls clamped down tight. He felt Izuku's cock jump between them again, but no hot fluid followed. A satisfied growl rumbled through his chest, quickly turning into a purr.

After a moment of silence filled only with their harmonious purrs, Izuku said, "You called me sweetheart."

Katsuki didn't respond as his heat of exertion turned into one of embarrassment.

"I liked it."

The breath he didn't realize he'd been holding flew from his chest.

Laughing, Izuku pulled back to press a slow kiss to Katsuki's mouth before laying his head on his shoulder. "I wasn't ready because I thought I would find a way around having my heat. I… I haven't had a heat since I was twelve. The only other time I tried, it was so painful, I took the suppressants, but was still sick for days after."

"Jesus christ, don't you know how dangerous that is?"

"Yes, but I preferred to chance it than live in fear of my next heat. I just… I didn't have a choice this time. My doctors took me off because… my hormones had started to drop dangerously."

Katsuki remained silently, listening intently as Izuku sniffled.

"They took me off them and then just told me to use heat aids or find an alpha. You remember that date I went on?" Katsuki snarled in response which at least made the omega laugh. "I couldn't do it. I felt like I was cheating. I didn't want just any alpha… I… I wanted you."

"Why didn't you just tell me? We could have been doing this the whole time. We could have been mated years ago."

Izuku pulled away from Katsuki, glaring pointedly at him. "Kacchan, until October, you had barely said a word to me since we were twelve unless we were arguing. It would have stayed that way if Aizawa hadn’t made us partners again. When was I supposed to just come out and say that? I thought you hated me."

Katsuki flinched, eyes darting away from those stern green irises. "I never hated you."

"Then why?"

"I blamed myself," Katsuki blurted, feeling the truth burble up thickly inside of his chest.

"Blamed… yourself?" Izuku’s confusion was all too obvious.

"For you getting hurt. If I hadn't ended our partnership, then that scum would have never been your partner. But I wanted you to be able to skate singles, so I thought if I ended it, we'd both get to skate singles. Only that didn't happen. If you'd been skating with me that day, you never would have gotten hurt. I almost ripped the guy's throat out. And each day you weren't on the ice was another day I considered not skating anymore. You hated me because I'm basically the reason you got hurt. So leaving you alone was the best way for me to-"

Izuku cut him off with a choked sputtering. "You thought I hated you? Kacchan! I thought you hated me for dragging you down and then not being good enough to keep from getting hurt. I didn't want to drag you down anymore so I just… left you alone. I knew you didn't want anything to do with me."

Katsuki stared at him, mind reeling with the new information. And then they were laughing, holding tight to each other. "We're idiots."

"No," Izuku gasped around another giggle, "We're just really bad at communicating. Like really bad. Like I think we're the worst people at communicating on the face of the planet."

"Same thing."

"Also, Kacchan?"

Katsuki hummed, eyes on the ceiling as he traced nonsensical patterns into Izuku's lower back.

"For the record, I do want to have your pups one day."

Katsuki gave Izuku a wolfish grin.

…..

They didn’t leave their nest for three full days save for absolute necessities. Food, water, bathroom, and shower. Other than that, they fucked and when they weren’t fucking, they were catching up on TV shows or figure skating news or binging the rest of Izuku’s podcast that Katsuki hadn’t already listened to or continuing to spill their guts for each other.

When their respective heat and rut finally petered to a close with one final, slow, generous orgasm, Katsuki left Izuku in the nest to cook an actual meal. One that was hot and nutritious and didn’t taste like a protein bar. Eventually, Izuku hoisted himself from the completely destroyed mass of fabric to sit on the floor of the kitchen.

Izuku watched Katsuki idly, eyes trailing over his strong shoulders and corded thighs and tight calves, appreciating every aspect of his body. A body he now had pure carnal knowledge of, and would be happy to gain more knowledge of eventually. A body that was marked up with thin angry scratches and deep purple hickeys and rings of teeth marks and bruises that were in the shape of fingers.

His heat had only just ended, but Izuku already couldn’t wait to spend his next in a nest of Katsuki’s design.

“Oh,” he whispered.

Katsuki glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

Izuku opened his mouth to reply, but closed it after another moment. He made his mind slow down, to stop rushing forward, and actually consider the implication of his thought. After a long moment of silence where Katsuki didn’t press and simply allowed him to think, he said, “This is the only heat that I’ve ever had that didn’t hurt.”

Katsuki’s eyes glanced towards him. “Isn’t that because you haven’t had one in years?”

Izuku lifted his eyes again, blinking up at his alpha. He shook his head. “No, that’s not it. At first, it was hurting so badly that I couldn’t even see straight, just like it used to. I’m certain it would have stayed like that too, but…”

Again, Katsuki’s eyes found him. “But?”

“But you stayed with me. That’s the difference, Kacchan. You.” He was grinning, stupidly taken with the idea that Katsuki had so much sway over him. He always had, but the physical proof made his heart pound in his chest. “Say, Kacchan?”

Katsuki hummed in reply, eyes focussed back on the pan in front of him.

“Do you ever think that we claimed each other a long time ago? Before we knew what our secondary genders were going to be? Before we knew if we’d even be able to be together? Do you think that could be why my heats were always so painful?”

Katsuki scoffed, but not meanly. When he spoke, Izuku’s heart swelled. “Nothing but ourselves were going to keep us apart, dumbass. Even if we’d both been alphas or omegas or betas. We just happened to be compatible on more than one level.” Izuku noticed how he didn’t answer his last question, but after a moment he continued. “This was the first rut that wasn’t unbearable. They never hurt or anything, mostly they were just a chore, but it always got to the point where taking care of myself left me feeling empty instead of sated. But this one wasn’t like that. So, maybe your theory has some merit.”

Izuku scooted along the floor, wrapping an arm around Katsuki’s calf and leaning into his leg. He began to purr.

Katsuki’s hand dropped, threading into the curls on the top of Izuku’s head. He allowed the intimacy for several long moments before shoving Izuku with his leg. “Go sit. I’m fucking starving.”

#mha #my hero academia #bakudeku #dekubaku #decchan #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #a/b/o dynamics #omegaverse #omega!izuku #alpha!katsuki #figure skater au #no quirks au #there's sex in this chapter if you couldn't tell #my writing #sharpen your blades

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prompt #37 - Jedi are like Magpies and love their clones

sorry we haven’t posted in forever! to make up for it, i’m posting one of our longest and detailed prompts (maybe even the longest)- this came from a LONG discussion a few weeks back, and it was a lot of fun. this idea morphed a ton, and it became this huge thing. this is personally my favorite one, so hope you enjoy!

Jedi collect trinkets and wear them!!! Hand them to others as a very important gift

The Clones dont really get it, but they are happy

The jedi make them things like jewelry, keychains, little beaded things, colored strings, they’ll give them feathers, you name it

Its another way to show that they are individuals, and that the jedi know them specifically

The veteran clones have long keychain type things and the shiny clones want them very much and it’s something they look forward to

The padawans hand the commanders things and being sad when the CC’s tell them they can’t take them into battle

Krell gets found out earlier.

“Okay, look, i know krell is… well, he is *something* and i don’t want to accuse a master of the order but have you looked at his men?! where the hell are their keychains?!”

The padawans stage a protest at the senate because how else are they going to make sure that their troops know they are loved and get their trinkets

This idea can get angsty really quickly (finding trinkets after battles, in ship crashes, or post-order 66), but we won’t do that because of how angsty this server already is, we need some fluff sometimes

Palaptine can commit self delete

Clones will paint armor for padawans cause that is how they show honor and stuff

The clones, upon figuring out what they mean, give their jedi trinkets also

Mirialan padawan holding armor they got: “ITS GREEN LIKE ME!”

There are little figurines, some painted rocks, some little shiny things found on the battlefield

The clones who aren’t as good with their hands singing songs or telling stories

The jedi record them and keep them on little datachips that they keep on them at all times

Barriss doesn’t go bad because this is happy time

The jedi padawans start a riot / protest outside the senate building because some clones got their trinkets taken away by asshole civilians because they’re “not human”, just copies

The (now very pissed off) jedi sprung into action

If a snooty senator(s) takes away a clone’s trinket, the jedi just sit back and grind to a halt. Because if the clones, the PEOPLE WHO PROTECT THE REPUBLIC, are gonna get treated like that, the war can wait

The jedi knights and masters just meditate wherever the padawans are protesting

This is done to ‘keep the peace’

If anakin hears a snooty senator degrade the clones, he starts ranting and shouting about their individuality and accomplishments, while pointing at each trinket.

Someone live streams this

Luminara joins in (barriss is right behind)

Aayla too

Luminara, anakin, aayla, tag teamed shouted speech

Ahsoka and barriss are being held back by the CC’s (ahsoka is making some very crude hand gestures and barriss is like “i can name every bone in your body as i break it” - cause barriss has all that healer knowledge)

Once these three are done, mace windu comes along with the council. They think mace is going to scold the three of them until mace starts shouting at the senators too. The council just lets mace do all the talking.

This is the most watched live stream this year. It’s very funny and starts a ton of memes (obi wans face, yoda meditating, the look of “oh shit” on the original snooty senator’s face, the look of surprise on everyone when mace starts shouting too - there is also a gif made of the council looking at the situation, looking at themselves (mostly mace) and then they all step back to let mace do the talking, the clones faces when they see that three jedi and then the jedi high council are defending them)

Mace, rolling up his sleeves: “okay let’s do this”

The senators: backing away in fear

Obi wan might commit a war crime right now because no way people can talk about his troops like that

Obi wan: “am i allowed to kill a senator?”

Cody: “General, do not-”

This whole thing leads to a massive debate and overwhelmingly good PR for the jedi and clones

Shady sheev doesn’t like that. Good PR for the jedi? No thank you. But since this is a fixit he gets his ass kicked later on so everything’s fine (skeevy sheev has to scramble to try to fix his plans though)

All the padawans from that one lightsaber episode (the one on ilum where the younglings got their kyber crystals) are there and SHIT’S GOING DOWN

Petro in particular is very close to kicking someone’s ass

Caleb dume is there also.

“Master depa said we should never raise our blades in revenge or anger. But this is not revenge.” this is war, this is justice, this is defense of a defenseless group

Padme also joins in all of this (but much more calmly)

She also might make some passive aggressive comments about the snooty senators trash outfit

She and all her senator friends are gonna blacklist the original culprit

Padme and bail organa (they also got help from many jedi) put in the clone rights bill the next day

In the halls outside the debate chamber, padme threatens to gut people with her hair pins if they don’t vote in her favor

sure, it’s *technically* extortion, but come on, who’s gonna stop her? those pins are pointy y’all

Anakin tried to help draft / present the bill but he spent most of his time ranting about the injustices the clones have to face (leia had to get it from someone)

Anakin, out of breath: “AND ALL YOU SENATORS JUST SIT HERE, DOING NOTHING, WHEN THEY’RE OUT THERE DYING FOR YOU-”

Padme: “okay ani i got this, drink some water please”

Ahsoka also jumps in

Plo, who’s watching the debate: “little ‘soka, please don’t hurt anyone” (but he’s not about to stop her, after all these are his sons we’re talking about)

If someone said “well they’re not slaves?” anakin would go OFF. if you thought he was angry before… you got another thing coming.

“I AM A FREED SLAVE! I KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE! THESE MEN HAVE LESS RIGHTS THAN I DID AS A SLAVE!”

If the public doesn’t know about his childhood before, they do now

Imagine the shock

Padme: “Ani, deep breaths, it’s gonna be okay.”

Also padme, to the other senators: “well i mean he’s not wrong you assholes”

Padme is also making very well timed comments and suggestions. It’s the most successful day she’s had since she became senator

She’s also revealing all the senators’ dirty secrets

Padme: “oh, senator so-and-so, i released all your finances and your voting history on the holonet. I’m sure your supporters will love that you’re embezzling funds. Oh, you lost your support? Tragic.”

The jedi also have dirt on everyone and they just casually let everything slip like they weren’t secrets

Shady sheev Palpacreep is in his little podium thing during the debate, and he is very pissed, because his plan is getting ruined, but he can’t let it show or else people will discover the truth about him

Anakin: “isn’t it great that we’re finally doing something about it?”

Sheev, pained: “Of course-”

This whole debate is still live streamed - and it’s very popular

The senate who made the original comment and started all of this is #cancelled

This is the greatest thing the galaxy has ever seen / watched because drama

If a jedi dies, and they aren’t brought back to the temple, they are burned with the other dead on the battlefield. Young padawans take their master’s trinkets in remembrance, wanting to follow their path and have tangible proof that the master passed into the force but that they left their mark in the world

You do not burn the trinkets. Krell tried once. It almost started a jedi civil war (maybe that’s how he gets found out)

Or maybe krell was found out because he gives zero trinkets to his men, and everyone caught on and were like “hey wtf man”

But if you wanna make it angsty ( cough cough umbara ) then krell tells the 501st to remove / burn / throw out their trinkets or he’d do it for them

He gives them an example by slicing a very special one that anakin and ahsoka both gave to rex

Krell also slices one of dogma’s. It was the only one dogma had because he was newish to the battalion at the time and wasn’t sure if accepting the trinkets was against regs or not. Krell slashes it and dogma doesn’t say anything but there were tears in his eyes

All the jedi who find out what happened replace all the trinkets so fast. They also give krell’s men a shit ton of presents.

Krell’s men have no idea what to do with them, but they are so touched a few shed tears when they get them

The clones get small tattoos of patterns that the little padawans drew for the men

The tattoos are small because some of them *might* just be random squiggles but the padawans looked so happy the clones just had to get them tattooed

Anakin orders japor wood with padme's bank account to make snippets for the clones because it’s not only a jedi thing, it’s from anakin's homeworld - and that’s like the highest praise you can get from him

The clones might not know exactly what it means but they know its super special

Padme figures out a way to buy japor wood in bulk. Anakin is very touched by this

When snooty senators start badmouthing clones, yoda just sits there and meditates to drive the senators nuts

“Sitting, i am, because stand you bitches, i cannot”

Padme gets many trinkets from the 501st because they all *know* about her and anakin

Any trinkets that she gets she likes to incorporate into her outfits (like the warrior fashionista that she is)

She embroiders some of them into her dresses and hairpieces

They both get a TON of trinkets when the twins are born

Padme also gives trinkets to the 501st, some of the 212th, and all of the coruscant guard. Especially fox cause she sees all the work he does and the senators he has to deal with

She’s besties with the coruscant guard. Like yeah, she knows the 501st and they know about her and anakin (and she’s one of them because of it) but the guard is who she’s always with

She probably wore red on debate day to represent them

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yurimother · 4 years ago

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LGBTQ Manga Review - Fragtime (Complete Series)

I recall reading the first few chapters of Fragtime on Manga Cross and not being very impressed. I did not care for it much, as, other than the time stopping element, it was mostly generic and had a few too many unsavory elements. I was content to let it rest and be forgotten along with a hundred other girl-meets-girl school Yuri romances until Tear Studio and the people behind the excellent Kase-san and Morning Glories OVA announced an anime adaptation of the work, a full five years after it ended. Inevitably an English adaptation of Sato’s original manga was announced, and so here I am, somewhat reluctantly reading and reviewing the two-volume series. It may sound like I am pessimistic or already had my mind made up, but that is not true. I went into Fragtime with as open a mind as possible, and I am happy to say that I did find several favorable aspects that appealed to me. Sadly, the manga mostly lived up to my poor initial impressions from all those years ago.

Fragtime follows timid high school student Moritani Misuzu, who can stop time for three minutes a day. While using her power, she attempts to look up the skirt of one of her classmates, Haruka Murakami. To her horror, Moritani discovered that Haruka is the one person immune to her ability. The two form an unlikely friendship and spend those few minutes when all others freeze together. As Moritani’s feelings for Haruka grow, her powers begin to fade, throwing their time together in jeopardy.

At first, this story appears to have some promise, along with some obvious issues. The supernatural aspect of Moritani’s powers and its connection to her emotions and relationship with Haruka provide excellent possibilities and avenues to explore the series’ romance and characters. Sadly, Sato delivers an unwieldy story with unlikeable and inconsistent subjects, a poorly paced narrative, and far too many sleazy moments to excuse. This last point is the most prominent of all and will be a turn off for many readers, myself very much included.

Moritani begins the story by “upskirting” one of her classmates. It is later revealed that she reveled in exploring the time-frozen school to pry into people’s most intimate moments, many of which frankly do not happen in schools nearly as much as the story would like to believe. Following this event are multiple scenes with characters flashing each other their panties, or else stripping to whatever the opposite of readers’ delight is. These moments are not sexy, and while a few of them appear to have been attempts at comedy, they will elicit few laughs. These factors create an overwhelming blanket of immature perversion that stifles any enjoyment in the audience and characters.

Another egregious element is a plotline where Haruka is continually sexually abused by her teacher, something used by her to manipulate Moritani, then joked about, and never resolved despite being referenced a good half-dozen times throughout the manga. More than anything, this speaks to Fragtime’s inability to treat its characters with any respect or focus on a plot arc and complete it satisfactorily. For indeed, even if one undergoes the arduous task of shrugging off the uncomfortable fanservice, there is not much noteworthy content left underneath.

Fragtime’s highschool Yuri romance plot is pretty unextraordinary. Even though it did attempt to include a few interesting plot points, like when Haruka and Moritani begin dating partway through the series, it is not awful, but too often, these plots are picked up and then never resolved properly, such as Moritani struggle to avoid the ping-pong club, and her discomfort after finding out about Haruka’s boyfriend. Yet, there were some positives along the way, sweet moments between characters or satisfying actions taken by them. It is just hard to find one uninterrupted by an unwelcome twist or panty flash. The one unconditional plus I will give is that I really liked the ending. There is a fantastic scene of role-reversal where the usually quiet Moritani confesses all the mischief to her and Haruka committed to the class and reveals the truth of their relationship and her feelings for Haruka. Afterward, a stunned Haruka is forced into a crisis of character and her true self is seemingly revealed. It is appropriately dramatic and delivers a fulfilling ending for the characters. Sadly, these revelations and character arcs are not supported by the rest of the story.

A manga like Fragtime lives or dies by its characters. Readers will sympathize with likable characters met with appropriate challenges and growth, or else they will laugh with endearing figures who try their best despite their flaws. Sadly, Fragtime’s Haruka is neither. Haruka is instantly dislikable, manipulating Moritani upon their first meeting, and does little to improve. She often jumps between ignoring Moritani and controlling her, demanding that she only use her powers at her command. These traits are never addressed, and the whole time readers are expected to accept that she is an unreachable beauty, and we should love her alongside Moritani. She is hopelessly inconsistent, apparently changing personalities and acquiring new traits at the drop of a hat so that Sato can shoehorn a new element of drama into the convoluted romance. The ultimate motivation behind her character, how she tries to please everyone and do what they want her to, is contrary to half her actions, and everything we have learned about her up to that point, making the reveal in the penultimate chapter, which is well-executed, feel forced.

Even through all the misery, convolution, and smut, there were, thankfully, some great moments sprinkled throughout Fragtime, mostly from Moritani. I loved seeing Moritani in the moments when she struggled with jealousy and accidentally stopped time, or else was uncertain about how Haruka would react when she confessed something to her. It was really human and relatable, and if only she were not going around looking up girls’ skirts, she would have been an excellent character. It also helps that her journey is also much more believable than Haruka’s, as Sato mostly keeps her story and development moving at a steady pace.

Moritani is much more consistent than Haruka. She starts the series as a timid and quiet girl, using her ability to run from confrontation or frankly, any form of human interaction. Once she meets Haruka and the solace of those frozen minutes is taken from her, she is understandably confused and traumatized. She even has a few moments of growth through the series, taking more confidence in herself as she plants a pair of panties (yup this again) on Haruka’s cheating boyfriend’s head. It is almost enough to sell her eventual ending and deliver a complete character.

Finally, we come to the art, which is good though not extraordinary. Characters have distinct designs and are consistent. Backgrounds and details are well managed, and nothing ever caught my eye as warped or out of place. However, there is not much that jumps out either for its quality. Sato uses very basic paneling, which is easy to read by also just slightly dull. The time-stopping elements were crying out for some sweeping panels of objects frozen mid-movement, but we never got any such content. In fact, there is no noticeable change in the art during those movements when time is stopped, other than Misuzu and Haruka acting like a pervert and exhibitionist respectively. If the writing did not specify when time was stopped or started, readers would have no idea.

Fragtime has an interesting concept but neither the grace nor charm to pull it off completely. The story is meandering and clumsily tries and fails to incorporate heavy topics and complex characterization into a generic Yuri school romance. The characters, particularly Haruka, are mostly unlikeable and wildly inconsistent, and readers have to force themselves to cheer for them or event finish this two-volume series. Most of all, Fragtime leaves an unpleasant and unsettling feeling with all its sleazy fanservice and perverted set pieces, clearly attempting to cater to specific audiences while utterly misunderstanding how teenage girls, or frankly, sane human beings, act. Any silver linings in its more relatable moments and competent presentation are whisked away by a mixture of contempt and disgust. Sadly, I do not recommend this manga, although I do appreciate that Seven Seas published the whole series in one omnibus volume so that it takes up less space on my bottom shelf.

Ratings: Story – 3 Characters – 4 Art – 6 LGBTQ – 2 Sexual Content – 7 Final – 3

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thoughts-on-bangtan · 4 years ago

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Why these ships

Yesterday Admin 1 posted a rather complex post (x), so today we thought we’ll take it a little easier and instead talk about our ships and why we ship the ships we ship. Seems fun, right? This isn’t meant as some kind of detailed analysis of moments or a way to convince others of why these ships are superior somehow, because that’s not something we do around here.

This is simply meant as something lighthearted and for you to get an idea of who types these posts and the POV we have when looking at ship content, as well as what got us into being vminies and namjinists.

Since Admin 1 is a very wordy person, we’ll start with Admin 2. Let’s go!

Admin 2, who ships vmin

My bias is Tae and my bias wrecker is Namjoon. When it comes to Tae, it isn’t about his stunning visuals or whatnot, but more his artistic soul that captivated me. Because of that I feel like I can understand him, just like I can understand Namjoon though I’d never be able to reach such intellectual heights like him.

In my opinion, if there is a romantic couple within BTS, the most likely option would be Jimin and Taehyung. I’m not basing my opinion on any concerts or things like RUN since I’m aware that BTS are idols and places/events/shows such as those are more like theatre in that they are playing a role, playing up certain things to get a reaction out of the crowd and alike, or is being used as a way too push or highlight a certain member or members.

Any time I see Tae and Jimin interact with each other I get this feeling that they have some kind of mystery about them, that they’re like + and -, two very different people, and yet there’s this something about them that brings them together. Perhaps it is simply the sole fact that they are so different that makes them so intriguing not only to each other, but also for me. Observing all the materials we have of these seven years, it’s been interesting to see how they’ve changed both physically and mentally, how they went from being these ‘bad boys’ at the beginning of BTS career and how that transformed over time until they became the boys we know today. I think over the years they simply got the chance to explore and find and be who they are, together but also as separate people. Looking at Tae, he’s changed a lot over the years and I don’t mean it in the sense of “he became quiet”, but rather that his mannerisms and personality changed, that he got to show more of himself and who he wants to be and as who he wants to be seen by others. Same goes for Jimin, who in the first years struggled with being one person until he finally started to evolve into who he wanted to be and simply became Jimin instead of whatever others wanted, which he even praised himself for.

And along with that I also think they got to explore parts of themselves they might’ve not even been quite aware of being there at first, in terms of what they mean for them as individuals but also as two people together. In that regard I think they’ve changed the most out of all the members, and really, in such a way, only they have visibly changed in such a way. They got to explore deep parts of themselves and live them together.

“I’m from the moon, you’re from the stars”, as in they are both different, not from earth, but they got the chance to be different together.

There’s also the fact that they themselves call each other soulmates is for me very intriguing since I understand soulmates as either two people being very similar to each other (the same mentality, interests, tastes etc) or two people who found their romantic other half that, in a sense, completes them. I don’t see vmin as the former, since they are so different, but I think they’ve simply found and worked so hard with together to meet each other on another level which led them to become the second. That’s my theory and my feeling.

I adore how, even though they get so comparatively little screen time together in the last few years, whenever we do see them interact with each other their interactions are always so different, so full of warmth, softness and gentleness, romantic even, and fully of mutual respect. It’s endearing to me how shy Tae seems to get whenever Jimin shows him more affection on camera. I applaud Tae for how he showcases his feelings for Jimin so “openly” on Weverse through the pictures and posts he makes that involve him, though most don’t want to see it as such.

Them saying that it’s enough for them to look at each other and they immediately know what the other is thinking, how they basically almost have conversations with each other just through looking into each others eyes, honestly made my heart sing with cuteness and fondness.

These are my feelings when I see them. When it comes to more substantial reasonings as to why I think they may be real and why I think so, that’s a post for another time since it’ll take much more preparations and thoughts. But at the same time I want to say that I’m one of those people who thinks that if not vmin and not namjin, then none of the ships are real in a romantic sense. In a friendship way, all of them are real. But that too is also something for another post in the future.

The most important thing in it all for me was Tae stating that 95z is love, but that, too, is something for another time.

Admin 1, who ships vmin and namjin

I’d like to preface my part of this by saying that while I do ship vmin and namjin, I’m not the kind of person who will try to find definitive proof that they are real (especially if that means overanalyzing the most minute interactions and split second touches because, to me, that feels obsessive and invasive and not every one second shared glance must mean anything) and proceed to force my opinion onto others, or get into fights why my ships are more valid than someone else’s. That’s not who I am and that’s not the kind of experience I’m looking for while being ARMY. At the end of the day while I do believe that there are good chances (and reasons to believe so) that these ships are real, vmin probably more than namjin, I won’t insist on that having to be true and I also don’t really care all that much either? It’s their private lives after all, so for me this is all mostly for fun and for discussions, if that makes sense. Should one day any member of my ships come forward and say he’s in a relationship with someone outside of my ship, I don’t be angry or disappointed, I’ll be happy for them regardless.

That being said, similar to Admin 2, whenever I see Jimin and Taehyung together, there’s just this special something about them that just does it for me. I’ll admit that when I first got into BTS and became ARMY, I didn’t care about shipping at all. It’s not that I wasn’t familiar with RPS, I’ve read plenty of that as young teen, but rather that I was so enamored with their music and friendships that those simply seemed more important to me. With time I started to pay more attention to the individual dynamics and bonds within the group and soon I realized that Jimin and Taehyung stood out to me without a question or doubt. I’ll admit that I do read fanfic, so out of curiosity I checked out the other maknae ships (the actual ships as well as their fanfic counterparts) and came to the conclusion that they didn’t have that something for me, felt more like brothers, and that I kept on going back to vmin every time.

There’s this sense of belonging (to each other) I feel when I watch Jimin and Taehyung together, how they’ve grown together over the years, their bond going through phases and changes and how they only seemed to get closer and closer, even during the time when people claimed vmin were over and we were in a drought. I look at them, their interactions, the fondness in their eyes and the gentleness with which they treat each other and I think this is it. It’s so easy to see how much they care about each other, and how important they are for each other, I can’t help but love and admire it, and in the end it turned me into a vminie.

As for namjin, this one is a little less clear cut, perhaps. Something that hasn’t been mentioned yet is that I’m a Namjoon bias. He was the one who caught my attention first when I discovered BTS and he’s been my bias ever since, so I enjoyed seeing his interactions with the other members, how he has this mutual respect with them yet how when he says something, everyone else listens because he’s the leader. Plus, his mind is honestly the greatest and most wondrous thing. Anyway. I adore the dynamics that Namjoon has with the other members and how different they are, but the one he shares with Seokjin has caught my attention that little bit more and stood out to me more, just like with vmin.

Namjoon and Seokjin have been close ever since Seokjin joined BigHit, at first simply because they needed to figure out how to get the rest of the group to listen to Namjoon despite him not being the eldest, and then simply because they liked it. I’ll never forget that video they made together around christmas time which ends with Seokjin singing All I Want For Christmas Is You. The date vibe of that video? Off the charts. Over the years as they’ve matured, so did their bond, and while they’re certainly not as clingy and touchy with each other anymore as they used to be after debut, it makes their interactions and little ways of showing affection for each other that much more special.

Their mutual respect, admiration and influence on each other is also something that’s always drawn me to them, how some things Seokjin told Namjoon years ago stuck with him for years and he found ways to incorporate them into his philosophy and ending ments at concerts showing how even these small things affected him, touched him. There’s also things like Namjoon helping Seokjin with his music, the way they praise each other and get shy about it, or tiny details such as Namjoon holding Seokjin’s hand and trying to hide it from the camera behind Namjoon’s thigh (which obviously didn’t work out since we did end up seeing it). It’s these little things about them that do it for me, how when they hug it simply feels so special, so meaningful, the way Namjoon looks so fondly and proudly at Seokjin sometimes and vice versa, and how calm and also absolutely chaotic they are when they’re together. Brilliant.

So, as much as I’m a vminie, I’m certainly also a namjinist.

As for other ships, I’ll call myself a Sope enthusiast since those two together definitely have a certain something about them too. At the end of the day though I love BTS, will always be OT7 and their true family type bond, as they have called it themselves as such many of times, will always stand above all else for me.

#vmin #namjin #jimin #taehyung #namjoon #seokjin #bangtan sonyeondan #BTS #why we ship who we ship

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betelgeuse-boo · 4 years ago

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WARNING: NSFW !!!

If you are a minor or someone who does not want to see smut, please scroll past this post!!! Thank you!

Extensive Info/Warnings: Penetration, almost ‘caught in the act’, reader has breasts and a vagina and uses she/her pronouns

For @rhodochrosite-love; “How about Beej and a fem reader having some very loving sex but only realize they’re in the Deezlands living room when they’re caught by Adam and Barbara?”

Love this idea! I hope you’re okay with me tweaking it just a bit so that it’s almost being caught and not quite actually being found out! Thought that would add some excitement >w> Thank you so much for the ask!

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“Almost Caught”

It was no secret that you and Beetlejuice had enjoyed each other’s presence. Between the constant flirting on both ends, abundant PDA, and overuse of pet names, everyone in the Deetz-Maitland household would usually distance themselves when you visited. Not because they didn’t enjoy your company, of course, but Beej would often hog you to himself and his overly doting attitude towards you would make all the other household inhabitants sick. Thankfully, you two had the house practically to yourselves today! ...The operative word being “practically”.

Adam and Barbara Maitland were housebound their afterlife, the only place other than their home that they were allowed to reside in being the Netherworld. They preferred to stay in the house that they shared with their strange gained family, and while they were often about in other rooms in the abode, they had recently learned to stay in the attic when you would visit after giving you a brief greeting. They always intended to flee before seeing Beetlejuice press a thousand kisses against you.

The house was quieter than usual as the Deetzes were gone- on a road trip to Vermont for some sort of convention Delia was interested in. After the ghostly married couple said their hellos to you and promptly dashed upstairs after BJ picked you up into a tight bear hug, you found yourself relaxing on the couch with your demonic partner. The green haired spectre was talking, at length, about how his week went, making sure to not leave out the details of eating an infestation of bugs that were found in the attic so that the Deetzes “wouldn’t have to call pest control”. You found yourself almost apprehensive as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, but as he informed you he had ‘taken care of’ the issue a couple of days prior, you figured it’d be okay to let him continue to smooch you. Hopefully...

Conversation between the both of you died down as he got lost in cuddling with you, his big, clawed hands holding you as gingerly as he could, the bulky demon taking turns between nuzzling you and peppering kisses all over your face. He was quite the sucker for both giving and receiving affection, and he always did an amazing job in making you feel loved. As he wrapped his arms around you and pressed you against his soft yet clammy body, he muttered against your neck.

“I missed you.”

It had only been about a week and a half since you last saw him in person, but your job involved traveling out of town a lot. You had been unable to summon him in partial fear of him wrecking the hotel you stayed at and in partial responsibility in desiring to get full nights of sleep so that you could perform adeptly at work. Of course, you had missed Beetlejuice and you were hoping to transfer to a job soon where you could stay in town so that you could spend more time with him.

“I missed you too, bug,” You replied, pulling away from him slightly to see him smiling at you, happy to hear that he was wanted. His relatively innocent sentimentality faded as the doofy grin transformed into a smirk, one of his hands sliding down your back and resting at your butt for a moment before he squeezed it with a crude chuckle.

“And I missed this too.” A chill traveled up your spine as the sensation of him touching you paired with the sound of his gravelly voice lowering ever so slightly to a more suggestive tone. Beetlejuice paused, his eyes finding yours, and you leaned forward to plant a kiss against his lips- intentionally banishing the bug eating anecdote he had given moments before to the recesses of your mind- cupping his ever so slightly warmer cheek with your hand.

You knew complimenting him like this would go to his head, but figured it was still worth telling him. “I...thought about you a lot while I was away.” With this, you trailed one of your hands down his chest and over his plush belly before groping ever so slightly at his crotch, eliciting a soft gasp out of him. Your bug’s gaze grew more intense as he somehow scooched even closer to you, continuing to idly rub and pinch at the fat on your butt. The demon moved in to kiss at your neck, making you shiver once more at the initial electric sensation the contact gave you. A halfway stifled gasp soon left you as he incorporated his sharp teeth- gently nipping and sucking the sensitive flesh, holding you flush against him.

While this was incredibly arousing, you couldn’t help but feel that doing this sort of stuff in the living room felt...odd. Like, the space was too open. “Do you think we should take this somewhere else?” You asked hesitantly, though there weren’t really many options to do more sensual stuff with BJ in the Deetz-Maitland household. The bedrooms, of course, were off limits, the Maitlands were currently in the attic, the kitchen just felt…wrong. You had normally only had sex with Beetlejuice when you had summoned him into your home instead of when you visited him at this location, and the one other time you had done anything sexual in this house was in the bathroom one night when everyone else was asleep.

Beej laughed against your neck and you jumped at the sensation of his cold breath hitting the saliva coated skin he had previously been sucking on. “There’s no one else home, babes. The married dorks are doing some project upstairs and you know they can’t hear shit up there. Especially when they get in their ‘zone’, heh.” As you were silent, he pulled away, removing his hands off you and holding them up. “If you want to stop we can-”

“-No!” You interjected, a bit more vigor in your reply than you anticipated, BJ smirking at the enthusiasm. “....Okay. If you’re sure the Maitlands won’t be able to hear anything then I’m fine doing it here.”

“That’s my girl.” Beetlejuice purred, clambering on top of you and cautiously pushing you down so that you were reclining on the couch, your neck propped up by the armrest. There was hardly enough room for his 6’5, 300 pound frame in this position on the couch, but he was determined in making you feel good after not having been able to for what seemed like forever to him. He began to rub at your sides, locking his lips with yours, that great big striped tongue of his quickly finding its way into your mouth. The two of you french kissed for a while, making up for lost time you guessed, before you felt Beej begin to rut against you, the both of you still fully clothed. A needy growl came from the demon on top of you as you could feel his erection press against your belly, and he had finally fully broken the kiss for the first time in what felt like ten minutes to comment that you were amazing.

While you normally graciously accepted his compliments, there was something about him praising you during sexual acts that made you red and almost bashful. You choked out a ‘thank you’ before he gave you one last, brief kiss on the lips and pulled slightly away from you so that he could undo your button down shirt, fumbling with the buttons as he was way too eager to see what was under the garment. You stifled a giggle and let him flounder before he groaned in annoyance at the damned buttons and snapped his fingers, your shirt momentarily going up in a puff of green smoke before dropping to the floor next to the couch. Thankfully, he got your bra off without a hitch, and he moaned softly at the sight of your chest. “God, I missed these too,” Beetlejuice sighed out, pinching at the nipple on your right breast and grinning at seeing you inhale at the sensation. “Did you think about me playing with your body like this?” His yellow sclera seemed to glow as he locked eyes with you, rolling his fingers over the nub achingly slow.

You quickly nodded in response, arching your back as electric arousal coursed through your body. Through having done intimate acts with you for some time now, Beetlejuice had gotten the hang of touching you in just the right ways. He always made it a point that he wanted you to be as turned on as possible and that seeing you aroused because of him was practically enough to get him to cream his pants. In other words, the ghost enjoyed playing with your body.

Pleased at your affirmation, a rumble left his chest and he placed his hand on your other breast, squeezing and groping at the whole thing instead of just the nipple. “I thought about your pretty little self under me just like this, baby. Thinkin’ bout it got me jerking off so much pretending I was fuckin’ you,” He said with a laugh, relishing in you squirming with pleasure under him. “Can’t wait to cum inside the real thing after so long.”

“It’s been a week and a half!” You giggled, voice quieter than usual as you found it difficult to speak when you were aroused.

“I said what I said. That’s too long.” He returned to laying over you, making sure not to place his entire weight against you as he preferred that you were breathing, and began to nip at your earlobe, hands still against your breasts. At this angle, you could smell the dust that was collected in his locks, of which were now steadily turning pink. He was a master with his mouth- he had used it for God knows how many things that he could now excellently position his lips, tongue, and teeth to make sure he was making you feel the best you possibly could. Whining as you could feel his cold breath in your ear, you reached your arm up and held the nape of his neck, holding him against you. The space in between your thighs was incredibly tingly now, in between not having done anything of a sexual nature in a bit and Beej being admittedly good at foreplay, you felt like you needed him that very second.

“I want you inside me now,” You murmured against him, and you heard him purr in response as he finished nibbling at your ear. Rising just a bit so he could plant his forehead against yours, he took a moment to catch his breath- you were still unsure on why exactly he still breathed despite allegedly not needing to.

“Okay, sweets,” He responded, getting off you and clumsily undoing your jeans, managing to get them off without magic too. As he pulled the waistband of your pants down, he brought your panties off with them too- it was clear he was also eager to get right into it. However, as you sat there expectantly, waiting for him to push you down once more, he left his hands on your thighs and swallowed before asking, “Is it okay if you, uh, get on top this time? It’s kinda...hard to really get leverage on the couch,” Looking almost flustered, he flashed you a questioning, toothy grin, and you nodded.

“Of course!” With this, Beej kissed your cheek and shifted so that he was in a similar position to the one you were just in, and you quirked an eyebrow. His signature two piece pinstripe suit was still on him. “Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?”

He shook his head and yanked the waistband of his pants and boxers down, his dick springing up after he got his pants down to rest at his upper thighs. “Too lazy, plus I kinda’ like how warm fuckin’ with my clothes on makes me,” You wondered how he could possibly be too lazy to snap away his own clothes but you didn’t question it, wanting your bug to be as happy as he made you. After climbing on top of him, you played with his hair as you positioned yourself over his erection. Beetlejuice was in awe at the sight of your body, staring at your face and chest and hips and- he was suddenly squeezing his eyes shut, a long groan escaping him as you led him into you, half of his length enveloped by your warm vagina. One of his big, clammy hands found its way up to your hip, squeezing it as he rolled his own hips forward just a bit, pressing more of his dick inside of you. It didn’t take long before the both of you found a rhythm, you bouncing on top of him and him lazily rolling his hips under you.

Neither of you were particularly quiet either- and it only took a moment before pleasured noises and groans were coming from the both of you, only silenced partially when you caught his lips in a kiss. When you had gotten all of him inside you, you sat there and relished in the feeling of it for a moment. His dick was more than substantial for you; his dick always made you feel nice and full. The arousal was almost painful as you continued to bounce on him, feeling him grip at your hips and thighs and ass and- it took you an embarrassingly long amount of time to realize that he had summoned his extra limbs to grope at more spots on you at once. Beej was hissing with pleasure and grumbling under his breath in his demonic language- he’d only really start speaking in the infernal tongue when he was really mad or really happy. It was easy to guess that the latter was the case in this situation. It was surprisingly arousing to watch him dip into his more arcane side, but it was as equally arousing when his eyes found yours and his gaze softened.

“F-fuck, baby, you feel fantastic around me,” Beej whined, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. Looks like using his suit as a sauna was working for him. He was choked up, almost overstimulated with pleasure, his claws pressing into your soft flesh. You couldn’t help but huff back in response as you continued to move your body on top of him, your own hands circling his chest and tummy.

“And you feel fantastic inside of me.” You moaned out, having to speak just a bit louder over the sounds of your body meeting his. One could say that Beetlejuice had a praise kink, as he whined at the slightest mention of being good for you. The demon was basically drooling at this point, basking in the euphoria that the very notion of pleasing you brought. His hands- all six of them that were currently on you- aided you in your motions now, shifting your body up and pulling it back down against him. His penis was throbbing inside of you- you could feel it, the demon was already nearing orgasm. It was cute how easily you got him to cum- your bug was initially embarrassed, thinking that it wasn’t desirable to be essentially a two pump chump, but you couldn’t disagree more. You loved making him feel good as he did you. Nothing was as arousing and gratifying as when he flooded any one of your openings with his cum, and it would often bring your own orgasm on prematurely too.

Trembling under you, you heard him beg for you to keep going, him all but singing your praises under you, losing his rhythm and just slamming his hips upwards now. He wasn’t lying, he was desperate to empty out his balls inside of you after a week and a half of having to get himself off, the poor thing. You were more than happy to accommodate- since he was a demon, he couldn’t get you pregnant due to some weird rules from the Nether. It was completely safe for him to make a cream pie out of you, and that’s honestly the way you preferred it anyways. It always felt weirdly dirty and you appreciated that.

“Th-that’s my bug,” You choked out, tears prickling in your eyes from the overwhelming euphoria encompassing all of you. Beetlejuice hummed at the nickname. “You’re almost there, baby.”

The two of you kept going for a few moments, the big demon under you whining your name out as he could feel the onset of his orgasm. Sharp claws sunk into you as he pulled you against him one last time, about to explode inside of your warmth- however, something seemed to grab his attention as his pointed ears perked up, his previously closed eyes snapping open. While you paused and were about to ask him what was wrong, he began to mutter “fuck” over and over, snapping his fingers. In an instant, all your clothes were back on, albeit messily, and your ghost was hastily pulling his pants and underwear over his erect cock- which was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum- and tucking his undershirt in.

“What-” Was all you managed to say before you jumped at a voice behind you.

“Hey, (Y/N), would you happen to know the name of that one animal you were telling us about?” You recognized the voice belonged to Adam Maitland, and it was coming from the top of the stairs. Awkwardly, you turned around to face him, wondering why in the world that was such a burning question that he had to come down unannounced. As you opened your mouth to respond, you could see Adam’s expression shift, and Barbara piped in too, walking out from the upstairs hall and standing behind her husband.

“Adam was saying that you said it was ‘capybara’ but that doesn’t feel right. Aren’t capybara those big rodents? The one we’re talking about are small ones.” It was Barbara’s turn to stare at the both of you- her eyebrows knitting together as she noted how… uncharacteristically unkempt you in particular looked. “Are we interrupting something?”

“No, not at all,” Beetlejuice sarcastically responded, turning to face the couple too. You could see out of the corner of your eye that his hair was back to green, smidges of red running through it. “You’re thinking about a ‘jerboa’, Adam. Not a capybara.”

Adam’s face lit up with the realization that he had gotten the rodent’s name wrong. “Ahh, right.” His expression dropped after he noticed Beej scowling at him. “...Right, well, uh, thanks!” He quickly ducked out of view while Barbara stood still, quirking an eyebrow down at the two of you.

“What is it, Babs?” Beetlejuice sighed.

The blonde woman shrugged. “Maybe don’t do...that on the couch next time. If Delia notices a stain she’s gonna’ have your heads. I’d spray some Oxi-Clean on it if I were you.” With this, she turned and followed after her husband, leaving you and the demon feeling incredibly awkward.

A few moments passed before Beetlejuice stood up and said, “Welp, that was the worst thing to ever happen.” His expression softened as he looked at you and he ran his fingers through his mane, now back to its neutral green. “Sorry that was cut short. I could hear them leave the attic cause...y’know, superhuman senses and all.” He tapped one of his pointy ears.

You placed a hand on his thigh and smiled, finding humor in the situation. “It’s okay, Beej. It was fun.” Rising as well, you straightened your clothes out and planted a kiss against his chest. “...And besides, we can always try for round two at my place after we clean this couch.”

Pink strands began to jut through his locks again, a doofy grin once again finding its way onto his face. “Yeah. I’d like that, baby.”

#beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice x self insert #beetlejuice x you #next time i may aim for less words #im proud of this but it took all day to write dfljfjk which is my own fault #also i didnt proofread like half of it -#sunny’s stories ☀️☁️

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transformers-valiant-keepers · 4 years ago

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I put so much investment into Roxie and Dadlock lately (I’m sorry) and it's all I ever think about them bc who doesn't love found family tropes. For TFTN, I took in key elements of characters, backstory and lores from IDW and incorporated the ideas into my own for TFTN.

I’ve been listening to Lasting Impression by Silent Descent when writing up Dadlock’s life (which probably fitting).

Trigger warnings for mentions of discrimination, drug use, implied dubcon, medic, shadowplay / mnemosurgery(?), child abuse, depression, implied suicide, ptsd trauma(?).

I’ll put all of this under readmore

I've been thinking about how much similarities between Roxie and Drift in having to hide certain things about themselves from the society--with Roxie being deaf who has to constantly cover her hearing aids with her long hair, and Drift was a forged triple changer.

Triple changers cybertronians bear the brunt of discriminations for being so different and the Functionalist Council saw them as a threat to Cybertron's future and the caste systems. Techno-organics also shared the similar reaction for being much different from others and were turned away by Functionalist medics.

It was pretty telling what Drift had gone through in his life… Before Roxie was constructed with his spark, before the Greatsword connected to his spark while unaware of the intentional true purpose in store for him and Roxie later on, and before Dai Atlas took him in to the Samurai clan.

He did not start off as a good life living on the streets and homeless on Rodion. He was an independent, mostly kept to himself, barely opening up to anyone. He endured survival instincts living on the streets, and learnt self-defence battle protocols to defend himself when necessarily.

Obtaining Energon for refuel wasn’t easy. He went through a dark place of sleeping rough, hooked on circuit boosters to spare the pain and selling himself for Energon through sexual activities. It wasn’t his choice nor how many times had he lost count when he came close to almost-deactivation from certain outcomes.

He never forgot the time he visited the medibay clinic to be patched up and to feel safe. That was the first time he saw Ratchet.

It was not the vivid life Drift wanted to remember for discussion. He spared the dark details of his early life and post-Shadowplay-to-Autobot’s assassin era from Roxie, because it’s not something he wanted to subject her to that exposure, even for one so young and carefree who was not exposed to the Functionalist era. He only shared his life after Dai Atlas approached and took him in, which changed his life completely, to his life amongst the Samurai clans. Dai Atlas was the closest thing he would call to a Sire. He became familiar with the likes of Cyclonus and Axe.

Axe and Cyclonus became his best friends who later became his Amica Endurae. Axe does not understand the life Drift went through--he had experienced living rough--but he was the only person he could trust enough to vent to. Cyclonus, on the other hand, understood what he went through and offered her shoulder for him to vent.

Crystal City was the safest place it had been in so long for Drift, not counting the fact a particular medical clinic had been relatively safe away from the backend alleys. Everything was good afterwards, he became a trained swordmech. It takes some adjustment for him to get used to sleeping in an actual berth provided for his own amongst other things--including Energon for refuel and to live. He did meet Ratchet, despite them having met long before when Drift lived on the rough streets.

Drift received upgrades to his frame, putting the past behind him to start anew under Dai Atlas’ mentorship, and touching the Greatsword had given him a second chance to move on from his past (obvious to the fact that the Greatsword had chosen him for a reason, or what fate had in store for him).

Becoming a Samurai was the best life-changer for him.

The Functionalists Council had arranged for Drift to be taken and captured (all the while, Pharma had secretly played a part in it) and was taken straight to the Institute where he was subjected to Shadowplay against his will.

Many years later, he eventually discovered Roxie’s existence… and somehow learnt she is his Kindred. And that instinct promptly activated his paternal Sire Coding within both his and Deadlock alter-ego’s programming.

Life for Drift was royalty fucked up after Shadowplay had changed him into a deadly, fearless assassin with Emperor Nemesis as his handler (this was revealed in Prologue Part One). He was not known as Drift, he became Deadlock--likely a case of an alter-ego formed as the result from his traumas. Before all that discovery, he met Windblade and Perceptor who became two important figures in his life and opened up his spark. As a reminisce of his early days forcing to hide the fact he’s a triple changer, Windblade had to hide her cityspeaker ability whereas Perceptor had to hide his outlier ability and refrained himself from reading others’ thoughts. They hid this from the Functionalists and found themselves form a connetion with Drift after he saved them from unforseen situations. Drift knows what it’s like to hide and pretend, and sworn to sercery to keep both Windblade and Perceptor safe. He fell in love with Windblade and Perceptor--with an emotional deep connection with the young cityspeaker and scientist--but he never got to tell them both after they got separated apart from each others.

Roxie was constructed cold with her spark being a donor from Drift’s, thus forming a strong bond between the two--such bond between a Sire and a Kindred are considered rare in some cases. This is known as Cognatio Endurae.

Though, Roxie… didn’t have a good start after being subconsciously locked away in a stasis pod by the Emperor’s doings. The sad thing is? Drift does not know whether she was physically abused constantly through the bond whenever he was resistant against being controlled, or forced to obey commands, or goes against authority orders--and the thought alone had really broken him.

He tried to save her the first time but was caught out and forced to watch in horror as The Emperor abused Roxie in front of his optics--which played into the triggers whenever he saw Roxie was harmed and he shifted into his Deadlock persona way later on. Yes, Drift and Deadlock alter ego both genuinely care for Roxie.

Techno-organics were not well-known to Cybertronians until the 22nd or 23rd Century, but one with an organic human DNA is considered rare. Now for Roxie, being a techno-organic and all… it wasn't easy to bring her up. Drift is new to parenting and can be a worrywart over her. His past actually helped him to adapt and care for her--he eventually grows into a better person than he used to be.

Though, what Drift never prepared for… was Roxie diagnosed with severe hearing loss, aka Deaf / Hearing Impaired, in both audial receptors. He went as far to start his research and how to help her. He is patient and relied on the bond to communicate with her, he taught her to lipread--because he had little knowledge of sign languages. Once they get their servos on functioning Hearing Aids for her, she can hear their voices. It wasn't the best or helpful to her, Drift was relieved she was responsive to his voice like a sense of familiarity to her.

Due to the immense strong bond and prioritising Roxie first before himself, Drift turned off his pain sensors to take in the burdens and sensed her emotions and pains.

But her upbringing had its moments. Roxie hated hearing tests. It made her extremely stressed over the noise levels and the lowest ringing noises were the worst of all. She was a victim to disability discrimination by society, which she was completely shunned out and struggled to make any friends. It did hurt her and her hearing wasn't perfect that the kids relentlessly teased her for her difficulties--the aftermath forced her to cover ears and hearing aids with her long hair to hide her disability.

She was dejected and left out, unsure whether to question where she would fit in in this universe. Drift sensed this coming through the bond and tried his best to comfort her as a father wanting to understand her. Roxie’s struggles with deafness had impacted on her mental health and she went through a dark place succumbing to negative voices and far too anxious to socialise with anyone.

She would cry herself to sleep with a wish how badly she wanted to hear, and bottled all of her emotions and issues to herself. She found it completely hard to talk or open up about her feelings--even to Drift and Axe. Such intrusive thoughts prone her despair into an emotional crying mess leading to Drift exposed his spark chamber to guide and soothed Roxie out of an anxiety attack keeping her focus onto his calming, pulsing spark and enfolded within his EM field filled with nothing more than a comforting familial love.

Suffice to say, Drift had coaxed gently, without pressuring her, got her to open up to him and listened to her confide in him. One time, she accidentally slammed Drift’s doorwing, which was very sensitive, when her emotions got the best of her during an outburst and of course, Roxie felt completely bad afterwards.

Meeting new people was difficult for her, much less making new friends without the unnecessary attention from adolescent organic males. Due to the society looking down on disabled people, Roxie doesn’t want to let anyone in, something that was passed on from her Sire, without putting her guarded wall down and succumbing to heartaches. She stayed--remained--close to Drift and Wing. She trusts them and they’re the only ones she relied heavily on for their support and speak on her behalf.

Beyond that, there were complications on their welfare over the years hiding on Earth, especially when Roxie’s health was concerned. Her height growth was stunted and slowed throughout her activated age. (At eighteen activated age as example, she stood at 5ft 4in). However, there’s major issues Drift and Axe had to deal with rationalizing Energon usage after the first time they watched Roxie overcome with extreme fatigue from low Energon. They were alerted by this despite the three of them living pretty rough to hide out on Hedonia without detecting the Autobots--they moved from one hideout to another, erasing their presence from their previous accommodations. Moving to a new place made Roxie unsettled the first few nights.

Drift’s early life resurfaced given the living arrangements on Hedonia, he was willingly to sacrifice his Energon for Roxie and replenish her energy and to avoid her body going into stasis shock. He had considered an Energon transfer reserved for emergencies only just for Roxie alone, and the process was risky that Axe had berated him for it on a dangerously low Energon withdrawal. Axe could understand due to Energon being scarce and trying to save as much credits that he had gone further to search and provide fuels for the three of them to survive.

Had they lived on Cybertron, specifically in the roughest places, Drift would’ve given away a full Energon to Roxie and spared little usage for himself to live through another day.

"A good Sire would do anything for their Kindred" Drift told Axe. And the truth is, Roxie was a beacon of light to Drift through the darker aspects of his life, even with being there for her through her low days.

That's as far I've written from my head about these two and I'm having many feelings over these two.

#tf nexus headcanon #ch: drift/deadlock #oc: roxana valiente

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fletchphoenix · 4 years ago

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Steal Your Heart

Thank you to @angel-dust-now and @honeyxmonkey for your amazing prompts! Tried to incorporate them both into this and I hope you enjoy this! The next chapter of the high school AU just isn’t up to my standard at the moment so hopefully it will be soon. Anyway, thank you for your support and onwards with the chapter!

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Of course the day before his arranged marriage, Rapunzel and Eugene had decided to host a ball. It was obvious that they’d do that to get Varian to ‘meet the suitors’ and all that jazz. Of course his suitor was the most obnoxious person in the world - he just HAD to be. Varian groaned as he had to deny yet another unwanted advance, leaning back against a cool, marble pillar as Leonard relented and went away to find another man to flirt with. His eyes rolled as he looked away, a frown falling onto his face. Silently, he tugged on the collar of his shirt as Rapunzel glanced over with a saddened expression, him meeting her eyes before promptly averting his eyes to the floor of the ballroom and focusing on the golden details.

He was trying. He just..didn’t like the guy’s face or voice or personality or..okay maybe he wasn’t trying, but he couldn’t help it! He was being forced (‘prompted’ was how Rapunzel had put it upon proposing the idea to him, but he knew that it was simply to make him more complicit to accepting the idea) to marry a guy he didn’t know for the sake of a kingdom that he knew thought he was a monster. He hated it here, so honestly, the kingdom probably just wanted to get rid of him in the only way they knew how - marriage.

Marriage. Marriage as a prince was a curse. Something that wasn’t for love or endearment - it was just for status of the king and queen and good public relations, and to prevent wars between kingdoms. He wished he’d just been born in the kingdom itself, instead of a castle which kept him cooped up every hour of every day. He’d never been allowed out of the castle’s walls, it only fed his curiosity instead of deterring him, desperate to know how other people lived and went about their lives and fell in love with each other...it sounded perfect. Well, for him at least. Eugene had always told him his time in the village was short, but he hated it more than anything else in the world. Varian neglected to believe him - Eugene had a tendency to over-exaggerate everything, take for example the time he thought he had the plague when it was merely a common cold.

From across the room, someone began to stroll over. Someone..who was admittedly handsome and a sight for sore eyes in Varian’s opinion - but when you’d been looking at the dim-witted face of Leonard all day...let’s just say a change of scenery was very needed. The mysterious stranger donned an emerald jacket, stretching down to his waist with golden thread weaved into intricate patterns along the sleeves and chest. Not at all conservative with the details, in Varian’s opinion. A gold waistcoat was slightly hidden by the jacket, brown trousers completing the outfit and a pair of black shoes clicked against the floor as he made his way over. Varian instantly scolded himself for staring, but he couldn’t help that a pretty stranger was coming over to talk to him. This never happened once in his life and now that it was happening..he allowed himself to experience a wave of childish excitement and wonder.

“Hey. What’s a beautiful prince like you doing here?” the man asked, a smirk playing on his lips. Now that he’d moved closer, Varian’s eyes drifted over the glasses that framed his face and the ribbon, matching the color of his jacket, holding his hair back in place in a semi-neat ponytail with his fringe slicked back. Varian had to admit - he was definitely more handsome up close. A sea of freckles covered pale cheeks as he leaned against the pillar to his right, gazing down at Varian. “Sorry, I guess I should ask for your name first. I’m Hugo. You?”

“Oh, right. Uh-my name is Varian. Prince Varian of Corona.” he stuttered out, his face flushing at the attention from someone as..well, not suave but someone actually flirting with him, for a change.

“Ah, right. Well, could I steal you away for one dance, my prince?” Hugo asked, holding his hand out and bowing, the smirk still playing on his lips as the other hand pushed the circular glasses up the bridge of his nose again with nimble fingers. Varian debated saying no, the thought sticking in his mind as he reminded himself he couldn’t, in fact, dance and he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of such a handsome man. Alas, he gave in to his inner urges and agreed to Hugo’s proposal, slipping his cool, gloved hand into the blonde’s warm, bare one and letting himself get guided through the ocean of dancing couples to a relatively quiet spot on the outskirts of the ballroom. Carefully, Hugo pulled him along into a waltz as they glided across the dancefloor.

Varian’s inexperience must’ve been evident from the way Hugo slowed his movements and gave him time to catch up and learn before he quickened their pace ever so slightly. It was sweet - no one was ever really this considerate of him and his limits. The smug smirk was still on the blonde’s face, however, as they swayed in time with the music, Varian’s head resting on his chest as he let himself get lost in the moment for a while. The feeling of Hugo’s chest rising and falling with his melodic breaths, the gentle thudding of his heartbeat, the warmth that practically engulfed his whole body and left him with no escape..it was heavenly. He knew it was going to kill him to have to marry someone like Leonard after he’d just met a diamond in the rough like Hugo.

“How about we get out of here?” Varian hesitantly asked, Hugo’s eyes glittering slightly before he avidly nodded. Varian took his hand in his, interlacing their fingers and sprinting out of the ball. Neither of them would be missed, he supposed, as he pulled Hugo down hallway after hallway, all seeming the same as the other laughed in excitement and confusion at where they were going. Varian’s heart fluttered at the sound. He would kill for that to be the only sound he’d ever hear again.

Eventually, they pair ended up outside, laughing and joking as they watched the moonlight shimmer against the surface of the pond in the walled garden of the castle as the sound of the ball faded away into little more than a murmur. Their fingers were still interlaced as they walked, gazing in awe at the sheer beauty of the gardens (and each other) with nothing but a comfortable silence between the pair until Hugo spoke up. “So, Prince Varian..what are your interests?” He questioned, glancing over at the other boy as they passed a particularly beautiful patch of red tulips, barely poking out of the ground and their crimson buds only just discernible in the moonlight.

“You’re probably going to call me nerdy or something but..alchemy is my one true passion. I don’t know what about it I love. Maybe it’s the processes and how intricate they are, or how useful it can be, but..I adore the subject. I also love my pet raccoon, Ruddiger and uh..probably singing. I’m...not that good, though. And I won't be able to do it much after I marry Leonard anyway..” He laughed nervously, his eyes fixing on the ground and hair falling into his face. His hand trailed up to tuck it behind his ear, but Hugo beat him to it, his hand lingering for slightly longer than socially accepted and causing a flush to rise on Varian’s pale cheeks.

“You’re in luck, hairstripe. I just so happen to be an expert in the sciences.” He began before going off on a tangent about alchemy and its processes and different formulas. Varian took in every word as if it were gospel, his eyes fixed on the other as every word flowed like a stream, each word encapsulating Varian even further into Hugo’s siren song as his delicate melody of a voice lured him in. “Well, how come you can’t do it after marriage?” Hugo pondered, his eyes meeting the younger boy’s, who immediately saddened.

“Everyone thinks I ruin everything here. They say the marriage is meant to ‘straighten me out’ and make me less of a ‘problem’ or at the minimum someone else's. Leonard even said today in the lab ‘we’ll soon take that hobby out of you’ as if it’s a problem. I get that I sometimes overestimate or miscalculate, but..I don’t know. I don’t wanna live my life with someone like Leonard and give up my freedom for a rat-faced little snob like him. But..I’ve got no choice.” Varian sighed as he bit his lip gently. “Never mind, I said too much I-”

“Run away with me.”

It had caught Varian off guard, the sudden proposal coming out of seemingly nowhere. Run away with a man he’d only known for a few hours the day before his arranged wedding with Leonard? It would be scandalous! Of course, the only reason that Corona really wanted him to marry was so he’d be out their hair for good, but it was still hard to accept Hugo’s offer. He had to admit, he’d thought about it a few times and he would need a guide to show him around the different places of the seven kingdoms, but..just running away?

“I..I know I’m being forward with this, but I felt a connection when I saw you, Varian. Something deep and real and true..I’ve never felt this way before, and I can’t bear to see you marry some stuck-up, prissy little prince like Leonard.” He continued, inching closer to Varian and backing into a small seating area, ivy almost concealing it. “Varian..it’s your choice, but..I love you. Sure, it’s early to say that, but..I’m sure of it.” He concluded as Varian stared at him in utter awe, in wonder of how bold the man in front of him was. He loved it.

“Hugo I..are you sure? Are you sure you love me?..” Varian muttered, his other hand sliding and fitting perfectly into Hugo’s. The light summer breeze blew between them as Hugo guided Varian closer, raising his hands to his lips and pressing a kiss against them gently before lowering them again.

Hugo hesitated before inching even closer, tilting his head slightly and leaning in. “I’m sure of it, my dear. In fact, I’ll prove it.” he whispered against Varian’s lips, them meeting soon after in a slow, careful and absolutely divine kiss. Arms wrapped around each other and pulled their respective partner’s closer to each other, eyes fluttering shut and letting themselves get lost in the experience of their lips meeting for the first time. It was all Varian had ever wished for..

...until it wasn’t.

Hugo was tugged out of his arms by the collar, Eugene pulling him away as Hugo stared at Varian with a solemn, regretful look on his face. Quick;y, Varian snapped out of his haze and pulled on Eugene’s sleeve. “Hey, get off him! What are you doing?” He yelled as he tried to stop his brother-in-law from taking Hugo away from him. “Eugene let him go!”

“This man, Varian, is a wanted criminal in Corona! So just head up to your room now.” Eugene snapped bitterly, completely unlike the playful man Varian knew and loved. It stunned him into silence before he stood his ground and replied with his own amount of sheer annoyance at the situation.

“Eugene! No! I’m not gonna let you just take him awa-”

“Room, now!” Eugene yelled, turning to the younger boy who by this point had flinched back, tears making wet trails down his cheeks before his back straightened. Varian gave a prompt reply of ‘yes sir’ before walking back inside, building into a sprint as he ran to his room in the castle, slamming the door and rattling the alchemical equipment on the table. Additionally, he’d disturbed Ruddiger, the raccoon peacefully sleeping on the twin sized bed before waking up to see his master’s emotionally distressed state and fruitlessly attempting to comfort the boy as his body shook with the sheer force of his sobs.

It took him a while, but he’d eventually calmed down. Ruddiger curled up in his arms as Varian pondered Hugo’s prior proposal. Running away was his only choice now, getting away from the life he’d resented for so long because of how unfair it was on everyone around him. All around him was poverty and despair, and he couldn’t stand for that anymore. War or not, he was living his own life from now on. A determination flooded through his body as he walked to his closet, changing into some peasant clothing that a cook had gifted to him for if he ever wanted to sneak out of the castle for a day. It wasn’t much: brown trousers, long black boots and a long-sleeved, teal shirt with a dark blue patch on the left arm along with an apron, but it would have to do. He also took a navy cape out of the closet for himself and a green one for Hugo should he decide to leave with him. He sauntered to his window, a new haze taking over him as Ruddiger jumped onto his shoulders.

Varian gazed out at the kingdom he knew and loved, little dim lights showing houses with their candles still lit as he pulled his navy cape around himself further. Tears welled in his eyes before he promptly dismissed them. No. He wasn’t giving his life away to marry some deadbeat prince from a useless kingdom as part of some peace treaty, he wanted to marry for love and not just to please the masses. That was his choice, and he had to do this, so why was he finding it so hard to leave the prison he called a home and the wardens that were his family. He bit his lip gently and carefully pushed open the window, light wind brushing past his face and ruffling his hair with its chilling air. Wow, this really was it. His first time leaving the castle...but he couldn’t just leave.

Quickly, he gathered an assortment of items that were necessities in his eyes: a few hundred gold pieces, his goggles and a few alchemical books and supplies, a small painting of his mother and father, a loaf of bread and a satchel to hold them all in. Hastily, he shoved all his belongings into his bag after he pulled out a small test tube. Stepping out into the hall, he shook it gently and a sickly, green glow radiated onto the walls as he turned left and began to rush down the winding hallway, determined to save the other boy currently locked in the dungeons.

It wasn’t a hard journey to make - all the staff and royals were asleep so there was no chance of him getting caught, dim light illuminating the seemingly longer halls as he sped down them. He wasn’t going to let himself or Hugo be subjected to a life of torture when they’d been so harmonious, so perfect for each other in the short time frame they’d known each other. It wasn’t fair. If Rapunzel could marry a peasant, why couldn’t he?

His footsteps hesitated in the hall. Rapunzel. How would she react to the news of his departure? He knew it was selfish - to risk a war in order to be with a man he’d only just met, but..she had to understand he couldn’t give away his free will to someone who couldn’t even tell magnesium from silver. Leonard had the intelligence of a goldfish - whereas Hugo knew vast amounts of things about alchemy and science..it was addictive to listen to the other boy speak about something he loved so endearingly. That was one more reason he couldn’t let the other get harmed at the hand of his family, as he pushed open the large, spruce door to the dungeons with Ruddiger in tow.

Pitch black darkness surrounded him, the light from his makeshift contraption providing a limited field of view, yet enough for him to find the keys and steal them from their miniature, metal hook on the wall. As he passed cell after cell, some with raspy breathing, he noticed how freezing cold it was and how inhumane these conditions were. He hoped Hugo was okay, he thought as he passed through before stopping in front of some metal bars, squinting to see in the darkness a familiar silhouette. “Hugo.” he whispered, the blonde’s head quickly turning as he stood and ran to the bars, his relieved smile glowing under the light of Varian’s glowing test tube.

“You came back.” His voice rasped as Varian unlocked the cell. Hugo immediately swung his arms around the boy and spun him around in a circle, picking him up with his hands on his waist. “Oh my stars, I’m so glad you’re okay. With the way Eugene yelled at you, I thought you were in trouble.” He breathed a sigh of relief before he set the younger boy down, his hands resting on his shoulders. “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner about me and my past. I swear I was going to, but of course Eugene and-”

Varian cut off the older’s apology with a kiss to his lips, his way of showing his acceptance to it. “As lovely as it is to listen to your voice, we have to go now before someone realises I’m gone. I want to be with you, Hugo. Now come on, we have to go.” he prompted as the pair ran past the prison cells and out into the cool air of the night, hand in hand and ready to face whatever was thrown at them.

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