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jokerislandgirl32 · 4 months ago

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I dare Zach to go up to Aviva and tell her something along the lines of "Aviva, you are the greatest inventor ever and I suck" in front of the other wild kratts too or he is a chicken 🐥

Your wish is my command…BTW, this may seem suggestive/spicy, but it is not, I could say more, but you’ll see 😉

Zach: “I’m not doing it…you can’t make me…”

Violet: “Hmmm, suit yourself, it is your dare, I’m just the one enforcing it…and I decide what happens if you don’t do it…”

Zach *giving a dry laugh*: “Ha! What are you gonna do about it? Keep me from getting dessert with my dinner? Take away my Zachbot privileges? Ban me from inventing? Hmph! That’s right, you can’t do anything about it. I’m a grown man! I’m in charge of my own decisions!”

Violet *smirking, running her finger under his chin*: “Oh honey, don’t be so naive…There is something that I can take away from you…and you’re not gonna like it.”

Zach *confusion crossing his face*: “What are you talking about?”

Violet *whispers into his ear*

Zach *eyes going wide in horror*: “You wouldn’t dare…”

Violet *examining her nails and chuckling*: “Oh, I can…and I will…So? When are we going to the Tortuga?”

Zach:

Zach *completely serious*: “Right now…”

See below cut for the story of how it went down 😈

Zach and I walk toward the Tortuga, I’d located the Wild Kratts in an instant, and we headed there immediately. Zach usually loathed any form of physical contact with me in public, but he held out his arm to me as we exited his jet. He didn’t say anything, he just glanced at his arm and huffed in annoyance, “please,” he whined.

I giggled reaching out to hold onto his bicep, “I told you everything will be fine…I promise I won’t take it away from you if you just do this…”

Zach whimpers, dropping his arm to my waist and pulling me against him, apparently the arm holding wasn’t enough, he blushed and explained, “I just need to feel you, how can you do this to me? Scare me and torment me like this? It’s not fair!”

I pat his chest reassuringly, “life isn’t fair my love…but this will be over before we know it…then we can go back to the jet and…” I trail off, smirking at him.

Zach stands a little taller, clearing his throat, “ahem, uhhh, yeah…we will…”

We arrive outside the Tortuga and the Wild Kratts crew hurries out. In unison, Martin and Chris yell, “Zach attack!”

The brothers take a defensive stance, ready to use their creature power suits if needed, Aviva and Koki look at us vehemently, and Jimmy Z hides behind the girls uncertainly, peaking his head out to look at us.

“What are you up to Zach?” Koki declares.

Aviva responds next, “yeah Zach, what are you trying to do, use Violet to steal our technology? It’s not going to work this time!”

Zach opens his mouth to speak but quickly closes it, looking at the Wild Kratts shamefully, I rub my hand over his chest, “no,” I explain, “Zach and I are here for another reason, he has something he wants to tell you Aviva…”

“Tell me? What do you want to tell me?” Aviva’s voice raises in confusion.

Chris stands in front of Aviva defensively, “Aviva be careful! It might be a trap!”

I shake my head and laugh, leaning my head against Zach’s chest, “oh no, no, no, it’s not anything like that…it’s a dare!”

“A dare,” Martin laughs, “what kind of dare?”

Zach grumbles, “I have to tell Aviva…ugh, no I can’t do it, I just can’t…”

I retract myself from Zach and move away, earning a pitiful whine from him, “you have to tell Aviva what, go on…” I prompt him, folding my arms and keeping a good distance from him so he couldn’t reach out and grab me.

Zach looks like he’s on the verge of tears, “you can’t do this Vi, please!”

I roll my eyes, “I can, and I will… go on Zach…do it, or you won’t be able to…”

Before I can finish my sentence, Zach growls in aggravation, “argh! Fine! Aviva! You are the greatest inventor ever and I pale in comparison to your greatness! Almost all my inventions are worthless pieces of junk unless I have animals to power them, but you manage to create functional inventions without animal power each time! There! Happy Vi?”

I walk back to him and wrap my arms around his waist, “very much so…”

The Wild Kratts team look at us in shock, a smile playing on Aviva’s lips, Jimmy Z has come out from behind Aviva and Koki and he is openly laughing at this point. Martin and Chris are looking at us in shock, and Koki is grumbling under her breath, “he actually said something that was true for once…”

Zach looks down at me desperately, “can we go back to the jet now?”

I nod, giggling at his expression, “yes, we can…”

“Will you cuddle with me now?” Zach inquires, not paying any attention to our audience.

I blush slightly and look at the Wild Kratts Team, “uhhh, yes…you completed the dare, so we can cuddle now…”

Zach throws his arms around my waist, falling to his knees, nuzzling his face into my stomach, “oh thank you!”

I smirk and run my fingers over his gelled hair, “you’re welcome, my greatness.”

Sorry this took me forever to get to! In response to this post!

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nobodysdaydreams · 11 months ago

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for the ao3 wrapped!! 1 & 29

Thank you for the asks, I’m so sorry this took so long!

1- How many words have you written this year?

I can’t answer that because people could use that information to guess my whodunit fic by subtracting the word count listed here from my visible AO3 word count and seeing which whodunit fic makes up the difference. But my SOS fic alone is over 300k so that should give a pretty good estimate.

29- Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

I can’t choose. I’ve written 300k+ words. I have SO MANY. Some haven’t even been published and my favorite passages changes all the time, but I’d have to say that right now, I love the whole exchange between Nathaniel and his sister (Nerissa) that I wrote in that latest SOS chapter. After the show left us with “btw they have a sister” and no other info, it felt so nice to have something, anything, a name, some backstory, etc. to go with the concept. For those who don’t read SOS or don’t mind spoilers, here it is:

He’d heard the voice behind him in his office. An unfamiliar voice. A woman’s voice.

“Hello Nathaniel.”

He turned and saw that no one was there, when he heard the voice speak again.

“It’s so wonderful to see you again after all these years. You’ve certainly been busy.”

And then the world around Nathaniel began to change, and he found himself staring at a woman he’d never seen before.

And yet… there was something familiar about her. Incredibly familiar. Like something out of a dream.

Or a nightmare.

“Ah,” said the woman, smiling, as she saw the hint of recognition in her brother’s eyes.

“I see you remember me. Hello little Natty.”

Nathaniel frowned.

“Natty?” he repeated, too disgusted by the ugly and childish nickname this stranger had chosen to address him by to question anything else.

“Hm,” the woman smiled sweetly. “I see someone’s still not a fan of his nickname. Though I do hope you will allow me the indulgence. As your favorite sister.”

“…my favorite…what…” Nathaniel began, before pausing as he became aware of and processed whatever it was that had just happened to him and slowly took in his environment and the woman who stood before him.

Nathaniel wasn’t entirely sure where he was. He wasn’t in his office at the compound anymore, nor was he at the Institute. He was somewhere else now, though he wasn’t sure how he could have possibly gotten there without moving. Though wherever he was certainly seemed to resemble both his office in his compound and the one he’d had at the Institute. The walls were painted blue, and the furniture was expensive and high quality. There were couches, tables, a desk, and a bookshelf, which contained what appeared to be mostly fake books with spines that had been colored to match the room’s furnishings.

There was also a coffee table that was barren expect for a small vase of fake violets that had been placed in the middle. There were also a few paintings on the wall, mostly of nature scenes and bluebirds. In some moments, Nathaniel could have sworn they looked like something SQ had drawn. In other moments, they looked more like copies of his style of artwork.

The ceiling of the room was interesting too, perhaps the most beautiful and fascinating part of the room. It wasn’t the sort of thing you noticed unless you looked up, but Nathaniel was sitting on one of the room’s couches, and when looking up at the woman who’d addressed him, he’d gotten a glimpse of the ceiling.

And what a ceiling it was, painted with the night sky, all the stars and constellations dancing in patterns above him. The celestial orb in all its glory. For a moment, Nathaniel swore he saw the stars painted on the ceiling move, as if they were the real stars of the night sky. They did look incredibly lifelike and beautiful, as if one really was staring at a clear night sky, full of millions and billions of stars.

The room as a whole was nice, clean, bright, and well furnished.

And yet, something about the room was wrong. Of this, Nathaniel was completely certain. There was something uncanny valley about it, but he couldn’t for the life of him explain what it was. It was the sort of room that you just couldn’t quite relax in, though Nathaniel couldn’t think of a reason why.

As for the woman who stood before him, Nathaniel wasn’t quite sure what to make of her either. There was something about her presence that felt threatening and also seemed to upset him, which Nathaniel supposed was no surprise considering she’d apparently broken into his house and dragged him…or transported him…or…put him wherever he was now.

And yet, there was also something else about her that seemed strangely warm and familiar. Like seeing the face of someone and swearing that you’ve seen them before or seeing someone that you know you know from somewhere, and you just can’t think of where you met them or who they are, but you know you know them.

She looked around Nathaniel’s age, perhaps a bit older (though Nathaniel supposed it would be hard to tell her age by using himself as a comparison, given all the work he’d done to stay in shape). Her choice of clothing and style was also interesting. She seemed to have the same absent-minded professor look that Nicholas was always so fond of, though more feminine and neater, yet her style still felt whimsical, which somehow seemed to suit her.

Then Nathaniel fully processed what it was this strange woman had said to him.

“My…my sister?” he repeated.

The woman smiled and nodded.

“Yes. Oh, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me already Natty; it’s only been a few decades. I would hope that you’d be able to remember me at least a little despite our separation. You certainly didn’t forget about Nicky,” she noted, a playful smile dancing across her face.

Nathaniel sat up, feeling suddenly and surprisingly protective.

No one else had ever called his brother Nicky. No one. And yet this woman did so with such ease and familiarity.

“My brother Nicholas had nothing to do with the Emergency, or anything else I’ve done,” Nathaniel asserted.

“If you try to harm him-”

“Oh please,” the woman interrupted.

“Natty, I’ve been watching you two play your little cat-and-mouse game for quite a while. Trust me, I am well aware he had nothing to do with your world domination scheme. And besides, it’s Nicky. He cries when you accidently step on a spider, he’s not exactly the world dominating type.”

“Stop calling me Natty,” protested Nathaniel, but this only made the woman look more amused.

“Even after all these years, you still have the same adorable little pouty look on your face. And really, I think it’s an adorable nickname, or at least a better nickname than “Ledroptha Curtain,” she countered dramatically, making sure to pronounce Nathaniel’s old name in the most theatrical way possible.

“You always did love drama and symbolism, so I suppose it does fit, perhaps as a pseudonym or an alias, but your legal name? Natty, I know method acting is a thing, but that really does take it a bit far.”

Nathaniel ignored her insults, forcing himself to focus on uncovering what this woman wanted and resolving not to let himself be baited into any pointless arguments.

“Why do you know about Nicholas? Who are you?” he demanded.

“I told you,” the woman replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I’m your sister. Nessie.”

“Nessie?” repeated Nathaniel, his brow furrowing in doubt at the name that sounded like it belonged more to a small child or a beloved pet than the woman who stood before him.

And yet there was something about the name that felt familiar on his tongue.

“Well, Nerissa Eurus Benedict, if you’d prefer my full name,” Nerissa clarified.

“Most people call me Nessa. Nessie was the nickname that you and Nicky gave me. You used it when you felt particularly affectionate. Though that was more often Nicky than you,” she recalled.

Nathaniel wasn’t sure what to say. This woman was crazy, she had to be. He’d done his research; he’d done everything he could to look into his family’s past. There was no mention of him having any siblings besides Nicholas.

Meanwhile, the woman in front of him began gazing up at the ceiling.

“I like them,” she noted. “The stars. They fit.”

“…fit?” asked Nathaniel, still trying to figure out how to best engage with this stranger claiming to be his kin.

“What our mother used to call you and Nicky,” Nerissa explained. “Her little sweetheart and her little superstar. I think you can guess who was who.”

Nathaniel certainly could, though he was floored by the mention of the word “mother”.

He’d had dreams about her, and about their father too. Dreams of them dying, of his mother leaving him and his brother behind, but… he never thought he would ever hear anyone, even someone who was obviously mistaken, talking about her as if they had really known her.

“No…no I’m sorry,” said Nathaniel, attempting to regain control of this strange situation.

“I’m afraid that there’s been a misunderstanding. I don’t have a sister. I was never adopted, and my brother was the only family I ever had.”

“And I’m afraid you’re mistaken on both those accounts little one,” objected Nerissa.

“Although they are no longer with us, you had a mother and a father, who (interesting bit of family trivia), were both identical twins themselves, just like you and Nicky. It runs the family I suppose, seeing as I was the only one who ended up without a partner. But having two sisters might have been a bit much for you, you always were a little attention hog, even back then. And even if I was the only one without an identical twin, I always had Seymour.”

“Another sibling?” asked Nathaniel, beginning to feel a bit overwhelmed.

Nerissa shook her head.

“Our cat,” she explained.

Nathaniel felt like he was spinning. A part of him, a part that had once longed for his family, for any family, and answers about his past wanted to cling to every scrap of information this woman was telling him, and yet, he knew it couldn’t be true. Clearly this was someone still upset about what he’d done, whether the Emergency or the Happiness Revolution he did not know, but Nathaniel did know that the information she was giving him could not be correct.

“That’s impossible,” he explained. “Years ago, I found the orphanage’s records for my family. There was no information about a sister, or any aunts, uncles, or other extended family.”

“Of course,” Nerissa replied. “I couldn’t very well keep our family’s information in the records for anyone to get their hands on. Surely of all people, I thought you would understand the importance of keeping secrets.”

“A convenient explanation,” Nathaniel observed. “And one that cannot be proven false, as there is no way to prove that you actually removed anything. Records can be falsified, so even if you have copies in your possession, you should understand my skepticism.”

Nerissa nodded.

“I do. You were always the skeptic. Very well. May I?” she asked, gesturing towards a pad of paper and a fountain pen that were sitting on top of the desk that she was sitting on.

Nathaniel nodded, though he didn’t quite understand why she was asking for his permission. Wherever they were, it certainly wasn’t his office, though it did bear a startlingly similar resemblance.

Nerissa began scribbling onto the paper, and then handed it back to Nathaniel, who glanced over the paper.

At first, it looked like a compilation of random information. Something about a car, lines of dialogue, a phone number, some addresses…and then Nathaniel realized what he was looking at.

It was an account of everything he’d done the day he’d gone to the records office, the day he’d snuck away from his friends to investigate his past. The address where he’d been living at the time. The make, model, and license plate number of the car he’d driven to get there. A script of the exact conversation he’d had with the receptionist, including the exact amount of money he’d offered to bribe her, and the phone number Nicholas had left behind for him. An account of the narcoleptic attack he’d had outside on the bench after he’d acquired the documents. And she seemed to have written a similar account for Nicky’s visit as well.

All of that had happened before the Institute. Before the Emergency. Before the Happiness Revolution.

This wasn’t about what Nathaniel had done to the world. Whoever this woman was, she’d been following him and his brother for a long, long time.

He looked up at her carefully, allowing himself to consider the possibility that what she was saying might be true.

Nathaniel had to admit…she did look like them. She was shorter and more feminine, obviously, but she had the same nose and similar facial features. Her hair was black and long. It was wavy, not quite curly like theirs, but the color matched. And there was something about the way her dark eyes sparkled, like she had an enticing secret that she couldn’t wait to share with the rest of the world. As if the whimsy and joy of Nicholas had somehow been blended with Nathaniel’s hunger and flair for the dramatic.

Nerissa smiled.

“I promised I’d come back for you little brother.”

Little?

Nathaniel, who had always assumed himself to the be elder of the twins and thus the eldest in the family (despite what the obviously faulty orphanage records might have said) and had become accustomed to taking care of, protecting, and (for lack of a more polite term) infantilizing and patronizing others, suddenly felt like something had been taken away from him.

“You’re…you’re older than me?” he confirmed.

Nerissa nodded.

“That’s right little one.”

“By how much?” scoffed Nathaniel, who was beginning to grow tired of being referred to as “little” by a woman more than a few inches shorter than him.

Nerissa smiled playfully.

“Guess.”

Nathaniel sighed.

“Um…three years,” he speculated.

Nerissa shook her head.

“Seven.”

“Seven?”

There was no way that was accurate. The woman in front of the Nathaniel might be older than him, but by nearly a decade? Maybe it was her attitude or general demeanor, but she looked like she could pass for someone younger than Nicky! Well, barelypass, but that was still impressive.

Nerissa grinned.

“Well, seven and a half years older, if you want to be technical. Though I understand your surprise. I’ve tried my best to age gracefully. Glad to see my stress relief techniques have paid off.”

Nathaniel was surprised, but his surprise quickly gave way to realization.

“But…if that’s true then…you would have been ten when our parents died,” he calculated. “Ten or eleven.”

“That’s correct,” Nerissa confirmed.

“Then…” said Nathaniel slowly, “You’d remember our parents. Not just their faces, but details, their names, our address, our information…you’d remember us, you even found us years ago, so…why not contact us sooner?”

Nerissa seemed a bit bothered by her brother’s question but recovered quickly.

“It was for the best,” she replied simply. “But circumstances have changed, and now I can finally reunite our family again.”

She began to walk towards Nathaniel.

“It’s what I promised you all those years ago, the day that I dropped you and Nicky off at that orphanage. That I would come back. And now I have. I’m here Nathaniel.”

Her words were spoken gently, but to Nathaniel they were anything but gentle.

Suddenly, he remembered why Nerissa’s face looked so familiar to him. He’d seen it before, in his dreams. More specifically, his nightmares, the ones he’d had ever since the orphanage, of himself screaming and clawing up at his mother, begging her not to leave him and Nicky behind, begging her to stay as she forced him down, forced him to sleep and left him on the front stoop.

But…those were just nightmares. They weren’t memories. They couldn’t be real. Besides, the person in Nathaniel’s mind had always been a bigger person, someone much older than he was, surely it must have been their mother, an adult, it couldn’t have been another child.

Could it?

Well…Nathaniel supposed that to a three-year-old, everyone from a six-year-old to a teenager to an adult looked like giant. From that perspective, it was plausible that his mind’s memory had registered the person leaving him as an adult, and he’d drawn his own conclusions as to what that adult’s identity was.

“I had dreams,” he muttered to himself, feeling as if the floor had been ripped out from under him.

“I didn’t think they were real, but…it was real. It was you. You left us…”

“I had to. But it’s alright now,” comforted Nerissa, reaching up towards her brother.

“No.”

Nathaniel struggled to get the word out at first, but quickly found his strength.

“No,” he declared again, a stormy expression settling over his face.

Nerissa’s smile faded.

“You…you abandoned us. You left us in that horrible place?” Nathaniel asked, his voice filling with rage.

Nerissa took a small step backwards.

“Natty, er, Nathaniel, I…I was child-” she stuttered.

“But you must have known how bad it was, considering you decided not to stay there yourself,” snapped Nathaniel.

Nerissa backed away, and began breathing heavily, but Nathaniel continued, his anger growing with every passing word as he walked towards her.

“And you certainly weren’t a child when you hid our family’s records from us, or when you watched everything that happened between Nicholas and I play out for your own sick entertainment. Was this all a joke to you?”

“What? No! I-” gasped Nerissa, her eyes beginning to fill with tears, but Nathaniel ignored them.

“And if what you’re saying is true,” he continued, “then what about the rest of our family? The aunt and uncle you mentioned…where were they? Where are they? Or, let me guess, they probably abandoned us too.”

Nerissa put her hands over her ears and began shrinking into a corner of the room, but Nathaniel continued to advance towards her, driven by a frustration and pain he didn’t know he still had inside of him.

All these years he’d spent blaming Nicholas and even at times himself for what had happened during their childhood felt like such as waste. As did these past few weeks he’d spent accepting the fact that it was nobody’s fault what had happened. When in reality, it had been someone’s fault. The pain, the suffering, the hurt that had molded and twisted him, it could have been avoided this whole time! And…this woman, this sister, who had come out of nowhere and revealed everything she’d taken from him, just expected him to…welcome her with open arms? Pretend that everything was okay?

“You never even tried to reach out to us!” he yelled. “You apparently were fine spying on us and stalking us for decades, but you never made any effort to help either of us, when you knew what we were going through. Stop calling yourself my sister. You’re not my family. You’ll never be my family. And wherever or whatever this place is, I’m leaving.”

Nathaniel turned to storm off, abandoning Nerissa where she cowered in a huddled bunch in one of the room’s corners.

He had almost reached the door when he suddenly found himself unable to move his legs.

It was as if his entire body was being weighed down by something. As if someone had their arms around his legs and was pulling him back.

He struggled and tried to move forward, and finding himself unable to do so, painstakingly turned around.

“What sort of trick-” he demanded, turning to discover that Nerissa had gotten up from her huddled spot on the floor and was staring directly at him.

And she looked furious.

Nathaniel was not intimidated.

“If…whatever this is supposed to frighten me, you’re going to have to do more than that,” he scoffed.

Nerissa didn’t answer. She still seemed to be looking at him, but at the same time, looking through him.

“Well?” asked Nathaniel again in an impatient tone. “Are you going to continue to stare at me or are you actually going to be kind enough to answer-”

And then Nathaniel was silenced, silenced by what could only be described as the worst physical sensation he’d ever felt in his life.

It was as if his entire body was on fire, and yet being cut by a thousand knives at the same time, torn apart from the inside out.

Nathaniel would have screamed, but he found himself unable to speak, feeling as if hands were tightening around his throat.

Nerissa never broke her gaze, but at the same time she still didn’t seem to quite be looking at him.

It was horribly terrifying, Nathaniel really felt as if he was in the middle of a nightmare now.

He gathered as much strength as he could through his pain and ran, or rather wobbled, towards one of the doors to the room, as fast as his legs could carry him.

He grabbed at the knob, only to feel his hand brush against something flat and solid.

He cried and pressed his hands frantically against the wall, but it made no difference.

The door was painted onto the wall. It wasn’t real.

Nathaniel made his way to the other side of the room, over to the other door, desperately praying that it offered salvation, only to let out a sob of despair.

It was fake too. Neither of the doors to the room were real.

So then...

…how would he get out?

The window. He could jump out the window.

Nathaniel grabbed the side table and launched it at one of the room’s windows, only for the table to bounce off the wall.

The windows were fake too.

The room had no doors or windows. There was no exit.

She’d trapped him here.

Nathaniel felt his body temperature rise swiftly and suddenly, and he furiously yanked off his jacket and threw it across the room.

The invisible hands’ grip around his throat felt tighter and tighter, and Nathaniel fell to his knees, gasping for air.

This was it, he realized.

This was the end.

But, no, no, it couldn’t be! This couldn’t be the end, he had more to do, he…he’d just reconnected with Nicholas, he’d just started making things right, he had so many good years ahead to spend with his brother! And SQ...SQ more than anyone or anything else. He needed to talk to his son. He needed to apologize; he at least needed a chance to make things right with his son.

He couldn’t die. Not like this.

Nathaniel’s vision began to blur, but he still scanned the room, looking for any means of escape.

Instead, he saw something else.

A telephone on the desk.

He could still call his son. He could still say what he needed to say.

But he would have to hurry.

Nathaniel crawled towards the telephone and hastily dialed the number as fast as he could.

Nothing happened.

Nathaniel grabbed the phone in a panic only to discover upon closer inspection that the phone was made of plastic. It looked fancy, it looked real, but it was only a toy phone. Fake, just like the doors and windows.

The entire room was like a human sized doll house. An extremely realistic looking one, but fake, nonetheless.

Nathaniel furiously threw the phone towards Nerissa.

It bounced off her, and she acted as if she hadn’t been hit at all, the device breaking into little pieces as it crashed onto the floor, knocking into the glass coffee table, and instantly shattering it too, as if the table was made of the most delicate and breakable glass in the world.

Nathaniel caught a reflection of his face in one of the shards. It was beginning to turn purple. His vision started to go black. It seemed as if the room itself, its very walls, floor, and ceiling were closing in on him and collapsing around him all at once, as if the room was breaking apart along with him.

In one last act of desperation, Nathaniel began to throw any item he could find in the room at the fake windows and doors and at Nerissa, but his efforts made no difference. And he screamed, screamed internally for someone, anyone, to please hear him to save him, to give him another chance, anything, any hope of survival. He had to get out of here, he had to get to SQ, he needed to apologize, he…he needed to tell his son the truth. He needed to make things right. Please…it…it couldn’t be too late!

It couldn’t end this way.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped.

Nathaniel Benedict was back in his office, as if he had never left.

The jacket he’d thrown was on the other side of the room, as if he had thrown it off right here where he was sitting.

He was still incredibly shaken but slowly felt the air going back into his lungs. He fell to his knees and gasped, allowing the oxygen to reenter his lungs.

Once Nathaniel had recovered, he straightened himself up and timidly sat back in his office chair, debating what to do next.

Had this all been some sort of hallucination? It felt so real, but…perhaps it was a trick. Perhaps this was someone’s twisted idea of revenge.

But even if it was, how could they have known that much about him?

Nathaniel sat in silence for a long while, too nervous to move.

Then he heard his sister’s voice once more.

“I’ll contact you again soon Natty. I am so looking forward to seeing you and Nicky again. I promise it will be a lovely family reunion.”

Nathaniel gasped, trembling in his chair.

Then he swallowed his tears and shakily rose from his desk.

He knew what he had to do.

#Thanks for the asks!#I’ll get to the rest soon thanks guys!#ao3 wrapped #ask game #Bods Answers #mbs fanfic #tmbs fanfic

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bokettochild · 3 years ago

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About Legend having insane leg strenght: what if the reason he never brags about that is because he's embarassed about it? He thinks that pulverizing a boulder with a kick is either something everyone can do or too similar to a bunny. One day he and Four get dumped into a monster camp without their items or weapons and Legend takes desperate measures to ensure they don't die: anihilating the entire camp with only his legs. He is unironically and literally capable of killing someone with his /1

This ask references this post btw, so, check it out if you need context!

Honestly, I loved this so much! THANK YOU!!! But I am half asleep, so the cool stuff I saw in my head is being stinky and not comng out. I'm sorry, hope you like my half-asleep drabbl of Legend being weak as shit while simultaneously having the strongest kick out of the whole Chain XD

Legend hates being at Ordon.

It’s not that he hates the people; he’s used to country folk, he was raised around them, heck, his grandparents have the same strong twang in their voices that everyone in Twi’s village does! He loves the fresh air and the sounds of animals and the sight of growing things everywhere he looks.

But he hates looking around and seeing Twilight’s entire village (even the freaking kids!) wander around lifting things that probably equal his entire body weight!

Seriously, Malo (that was the terrifying toddler’s name, right? That’s what Twilight said when he introduced them all, right?) could lift up a small goat with ease, and he was an actual toddler!

What was Uli feeding her children that they turned out this strong? Were all the village women using it? How on earth was every person in all of Ordon fully capable of throwing Legend over their shoulder?

It hadn’t happened yet, but Legend was on guard because it was only so much time before someone figured out it was possible, and it wasn’t as if he could fight them off.

He wasn’t jealous, definitely not. Not even when he saw Twilight carrying a mother goat across the village with an easy stride as he brought the nanny back to her pen. When he buried his face in his arms and sighed it wasn’t because he was remembering how much he had to tug and pull to move a basket of apples, no, it was just because the mere thought of carrying goats for the foreseeable future made him tired. Definitely.

But this strength was just an Ordon thing, right? It was totally just something that was common in Ordon, and Legend took comfort in that as he sat on the front porch of Uli and Rusl’s house and helped with the mending.

Even their blankets were heavy, what the heck?

But then Sky walked past.

And Sky was carrying a barrel, an entire barrel. One that swished and clunked with the sounds of grain filling it, and if the small trail of spilled seed that followed after the hero meant anything, then that thing was full.

Okay, so Skyloftians were strong too, no big deal.

Big deal.

Their entire visit to Ordon, helping to hide away animals and supplies before a local monster band stole them, was spent with Legend trying desperately to not be jealous as he watched everyone from Wind to Time lift and carry things that he couldn’t even knock over if he pushed against them.

It wasn’t even that most of thing things were heavy, it was just... he was weak.

Uli’s gaze when she’d figured out the truth had been surprised, eyes blown wide with shock as she watched as Legend, who’d opted to help indoors since he knew working outside would lead to him being more a burden than an aid, struggled to lift buckets of water to fill the wash basin. Dark brown eyes had followed him as he’s left the bucket outdoors and stomped inside, hissing and wheezing under his breath as he moved his attention to his bag and grabbed one of his power bracelets.

“Hun,” Uli’s soft country twang caught his attention as the woman drew close, concern filling her warm gaze. “Are ya’ feelin’ alright?”

And reputation or no, Legend’s Gran would have his hide on a hitching-post if he even so much as dropped his manners. There was something about country folk that was so inherently polite and welcoming, that even the salty vet couldn’t help but return with the same manners that his Gran had pounded into his head since childhood.

“Yes, ma’am.” Crimson trailed up his neck to blossom across his cheeks and shoot up his ears. He tried to ignore that Uli had a baby on one hip and a bushel of food on the other, breath contained and relaxes as she stood there, no hint of strain in her face or body language. His fingers trailed along the clasp of his power bracelet, shame building inside as he shuffled his feet.

You just can’t walk away when lady’s talking to you, especially if she’s being all polite like and just makin’ sure you’re okay.

“Are you injured?” The farm-wife pressed. “You were huffy something huge with that there bucket.”

And Legend would like nothing more than to sink into the earth as he glances over the full bucket of water that no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t lift. “I’m just not much of a farm-hand is all, ma’am. I’ll be right as rain in a tick, just needed to grab something I forgot.”

And while the look Uli gives him is a bright smile, he knows worry when he sees it peeking out of someone’s gaze. He tries to ignore that, instead turning back to the chores he’d been assigned and trying his hardest to ignore ethe fact that no one else was wearing power bracelets when they all came back for dinner that evening.

He’s not strong. So what? He can lift his sword well enough, and he can do most other things too when he wears the power bracelets.

Yes, he knows that Ravio warned him about not developing muscles if he relied on objects so much, but he’s never had time to work out or build any muscle mass, so when he needs it it’s a bit more important to just get his work done rather than hope he’ll develop it. He’s paying for that, and he knows it, but he can’t really help that he doesn’t have the time or space to really do anything about it.

Oh well, at least the others haven’t caught on.

Warriors hefts a huge rock over his shoulder and throws it, chuckling deep and loud as he smirks at the rancher. “Beat that!”

They’re clearing a road where an avalanche swept through and blocked off the main entrance to a local town. They’ve been at it for hours, and while Legend tries his hardest to be discreet by sticking to things he can actually lift, even if it does require his bracelets, the others have devolved into a contest to see who can throw stuff the furthest.

There’s nothing on the other side of the road except for the edge of a swamp, and even Legend has to admit that it’s ridiculously satisfying to hear each of the heavy stones go ‘plop’ as they land in the marsh.

Twilight smirks at the captain, all his sharp teeth on display as he hefts a rock that’s the size of Wild and easily bigger than half of the rest of the heroes. “Watch and learn, city boy.” Twilight grunts (well at least it took some effort) before throwing the boulder and watching with the rest of them as it soars through the air and lands with a dramatic ‘splosh’ in the middle of the swamp. Cheers erupt from the younger heroes, and a few even drop their own burdens to give a brief round of applause.

Warriors humphs shrewdly, gaze thin as he looks over at Twi, who only cocks a brow in challenge. “Anyone think they can beat that?”

Legend finds his gaze meeting Four’s swirling hazel, and they both quickly look away from the captain, both well aware that the biggest rocks they’ve lifted are maybe the sizes of their heads, and no where near the horrific loads that the taller heroes are tossing left and right.

“I’ll try!” Wild’s eyes are flashing as the kid clambers over the rock slide, eyes darting to and fro until they land on what has to be the biggest, most horrifically sized piece of rubble Legend has ever seen. The Champion beams, rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles briefly before taking the stone in both hands and lifting it over his head and throwing it.

The swam erupts in goop and several of their group yelp and have to dark back as smelly water sprinkles the edge of the path. Wild beams down from his perch on top of the pile, hands on his hips as he looks down at them. “Who dares challenge my strength?”

“How about you, Vet?” Warriors nudges him lightly, chuckling with a cocked brow. The man is just teasing, and he doesn’t mean any harm, but Legend finds himself irritated anyways. He doesn’t know what it is about Warriors, but the man gets under his skin entirely too easily.

“No thanks.” He grunts, hefting his own stone (so small in comparison) a bit higher and adjusting his grip as he walks over to the swamp.

Wild scrabbles around above, knocking stones aside and sending them rolling down towards the vet. Legend rolls his eyes, dodging quickly around a few and kicking some of the larger ones in the direction of the swamp.

He smiles to himself at the satisfying ‘plonk’ as each one hits the surface.

Four’s head aches and the next time they see Warriors they’re going to kick him in the shins.

The captain is good at planning, usually, but if his planning means that Four is waking up to stare around a vast room where people in red and black PJ suits are eating bananas because said plan went wrong, then they think they’re a bit justified in wanting to kick the captain.

They’d reach to rub their head, to adjust the headband that’s riding too low and letting their hair all hang in their eyes, but their hands are bound behind them, and they’re left huffing their breath and scrunching their nose in an effort to relive their irritation. Their mind is too wild to shake their head, but they let their eyes wander.

Legend’s violet gaze meets theirs, sharp fury bubbling below the surface as Legend sits across from them, hands bound behind him, a rope leading from his wrists to a hook in the wall that is definitely higher than either of the two of them can reach.

As unkind as it is, they breathe a sigh of relief to know they aren’t alone (even if being four people in one body technically means that they’re never alone as is). It’s...nice, having Legend around. They don’t know what it is, but the taller boy feels safe and that’s something that they, especially Red, fond comfort in.

But the fact that two of them are here means that Wars is getting both his shins kicked, fair is fair.

Legend squeaks in that harsh way he does when he’s angry, a poor and rather adorable attempt at a growl, but apparently, he’s unable to make any sort of guttural noise, so the squeak is the best he can do. “I am going to strangle Wars when we get back. Yiga? Seriously?”

They raise a brow. “Weren’t we fighting moblins?”

“And a Talus. Unless these guys have transformative rings, then someone messed up.” The vet grates out, but before he can try and unravel their situation any more, a masked face is shoved into the vets own, one of the pajama clad banana eater’s apparently trying to leer over the vet, breath strong and rank even behind his mask.

“So! The friends of the hero awake! You will call me Astorah! Leader of the Yiga and supreme priestess to Lord Ganon!”

“I’ll call you annoying and maybe alive if you let us go.” legend drawls, unimpressed. “Seriously lady, get your face of mine or I’ll knock it in.”

They smirk. Legend is as polite and well-mannered as can be around the country villages, but the minute he’s away from thick mountain drawls and country twang, the Vet becomes a sour and salty speaker who’s as likely to threaten you as o smile at you. It would almost be funny if they weren’t being held captive.

Astorah makes an indignant sound, hand shooting out to smack Legend across the face. The vet can’t do anything to stop it, and the blow sends his head swinging to the side, a faint grunt escaping as the self-declared priestess stands to her full height (she’s taller than either of them at any rate) and promptly orders her subordinates to see to it that the prisoners be brought to ‘the mountain’.

“The hero will be looking for his friends,” The pajama clad leader declares excitedly, hands rubbing together like a villain in a bad stage play. “So, let's help him out, shall we?”

The vet and smithy exchange a glance, each somewhat surprised at how... pathetic their opponent seems to be.

“Their screams should do the trick; all heroes listen to cries of help after all.” There’s a mad waver in her voice and the pitching is all wrong.

She’s delusional. Vio whispers, and the rest of them are inclined to agree.

Across from them, legend scowls as another red and black clad weirdo comes to grasp his binds, unhooking them from above as yet another does the same to Four.

Ideally, they would try and escape now, but legend only follows along slowly as Astorah leads them through the endless halls and up step after step, murmuring, laughing and shrieking loudly as she goes, hands fluttering and gestures erratic as Legend’s scowl grows more and more each minute.

It all seems rather pathetic, all thing considered, until another, larger, more intimidating individual stops them, voice harsh as it grates out something in a language neither hero can understand. Astorah protests and shrieks at the figure, but they disregard her and instead turn to the heroes.

“Put them back, screams echo within a cave far better than on a mountain top.”

Four’s stomach sinks. Being outside means being closer to escape, means finding the others easier and kicking Wars for landing the in a battle where two of their own had been captured by the enemy.

Legend seems to be of the same idea, his eyes flashing as he pulls at his bonds, tugging away from the guard holding onto him.

The oddly garbed enemy slaps him again, but Legend doesn’t seem to be affected, only pushing harder and biting towards the next hand that swings his way. Astorah pulls away with a light sob, shrieking when Legend’s teeth keep hold of her hand while the enemies around them erupt into action.

Fours unsure of what happens next, their head is still spinning, and quite honestly, they’re sure Hyrule will declare him concussed when they get back, but he does see blows being thrown Legend's way, blades being drawn as shouts echo around them.

There’s a dark of movement, and one of the enemies falls. Four stares in shock for half of a moment before turning their gaze to Legend, who, for all intents and purposes, looks half feral.

Blood stains the Vet’s bucked teeth and his hair swirls as he spins and ducks beneath blows. His hands are still bound tightly behind him, a rope trailing on the ground as Legend evades contact, yet somehow still manages to down another enemy.

Four would try and help, but their mind is spinning, their brain not yet up to date with what their eyes are seeing, that and they’re still bound themself, their arms are fastened behind them and they’re not even sure how Legend is managing to get blows in.

And the he sees.

The vet’s boot swings up to make contact with one of the jaws of the enemy.

Yiga. Wild had told them about them, the Yiga clan, people out for the hero’s blood. The word only comes to mind now, but they’d had to tune out of the battle for a brief moment to remember it. They’re brought back to it as the sound of an agonized scream breaks through the air, accompanied by the harsh snapping sound that Four knows too well from having broken their own bones.

Legend fights with his hands behind his back, kicking out like an angered horse and injuring any who step near. It’s impressive honestly, watching how blood spurts and bones crumple from the force of the vet’s blows, and all that without having use of his hands.

The Yiga back away, eventually leaving the room entirely as Legend squeaks out an angry Legend sound after them, before turning his attention to Four. Four says nothing, and it appear Legend thinks that that’s okay, because he darts towards the door they had been headed too, leading Four with nervous glances being thrown back over his shoulder every few minutes.

The mountain top they emerge onto is higher than Four expected, and they want nothing more than to snuggle down in the cozy parka Legend once leant him, but they have none of their items, and they’re lucky to even be out in one piece.

It takes a lot of work to climb down a mountain with their hands tied, but their fingers are too cold to make any good of the knots, and they manage in the end to climb down. They’re in the last legs when Four notices what looks like a small group of travelers below, and they can almost hear the singing of the Four Sword from them.

They’d dropped their blade in their battle, the very reason they were caught in the first blade. They’re not happy someone else touched it, but they are glad they didn’t leave it behind.

“Four,” Legend’s voice breaks them from their thoughts, and as they turn to face him, they find that Legend’s face is flushed, ears twitching nervously as he avoids their gaze. “Could you...not tell the others about all that?”

“About what?” They clamber down another stone, Legend still within sight as he trails down beside them.

“The...kicking.” Legend flushes. “I know you guys- most of them anyway- could have it handled better. I just, Wars is bad enough as is, I don’t need him bring up my lack of strength next time he decides he needs ammo to mess with me.” There’s a scowl on the vets features as he hops down and across and small hold in the mountain side. “I get it, I’m weak in comparison, they could probably have beheaded those guys with their bare hands, but mine fingers are shit o a good day and-”

Four doesn’t know if they actually figure something out or randomly spew words, but Legend’s eyes turn to them in surprise when the smithy stares down at him. “You do know most Hylia’s can’t do anything by kicking each other, right? I’m planning on kicking Wars when we get back, and the most it’ll do is bruise him.” Their voice is flat, but they let Viol take over, he always had the best endurance out of them when it came to rocky places anyways. “You kicked a man’s ribs in, Legend.”

And it’s not funny, it really isn’t, but they giggle, watching as Legend flushes before their eyes, and when the others trail up towards them, gazes curious and concerned, Four is laughing hysterically.

It could be the head wound, it could be Legend’s face, but the thought that Legend was able to kick a man's ribs in and hadn’t done so to any of them yet was both surprising and highly relieving for whatever reason, and it’s hilarious listening to Legend try and explain himself as the vet protests and struggles against the fact that apparently Hylian’s don’t usually have enough leg strength to kill people with.

Yes, people died back there. Yes, Four just watched them die. Maybe it’s Shadow’s influence, but Four can’t find that they're overly bothered. They are tired and injured and cold, and if they can laugh about something as ridiculous as Legend’s strange strength imbalance, then Hylia danggit they’re going to!

They never do kick Wars’ shins in, they giggle to hard at the thought that Legend doing so could actually break them, so they topple over before they can lift their feet.

#fluffics #linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe fic requests #lu legend #lu four #yiga clan #why does no one write a female yiga leader who's stupid?#it's fun #as a girl I can say we can be very dumb #and she is

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dragon-fics · 3 years ago

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DOS: (The Dragon Prince UA*) Raining Love (Female Dragon-Shifter X Female Moonshadow elf/Reader)

Chapter summary: You're a Moonshadow elf who was out training during the rainiest autumn Xadia has ever had. After suffering a nasty slip, you meet your savior.

~Requested~

*UA = Universe Alteration

I'm back my dragonlings! I have a writing-filled summer ahead! Here's the first request to start us off!

Happy Pride y'all🏳️‍🌈!

Btw if you're interested, I have a TDP fanfic with the same UA as this. And I absolutely didn't give my OC a mention in this (I saw an opportunity and I took it! lmao). It's called His Apprentice and I'll be finishing it soon and starting its sequel; please check it out! <3

(I've been playing and reading too much Dragon Age and so the slang "knife-ears" had to make an entrance in here :3)

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T/O/W = Type of Weapon (bowblade, sword, daggers etc.)

The mossy tree branches squelched beneath my navy boots as I ricocheted from giant tree to giant tree, wielding my (T/O/W). I sliced it through thin air, imagining humans facing my wrath as I hopped from one wet tree to another.

Gripping the damp bark of the nearest tree, I slid to a halt, standing on a broad branch. I placed my weapon(s) away and looked up at the sky. Beyond the dark green canopy, I could see dark rain clouds looming closer to me and the Silvergrove, ready to spill thousands and thousand of raindrops down onto us—again.

That was all this week had been; rain, rain and what’s this? More rain.

I sighed irritably and turned around, back towards the hidden Moonshadow elf village. I leaped my way quickly to the village, bounding through the trees with ease; until the rain poured.

My boots, the moss and the bark got wetter and slippier, causing me to lose balance a few times, but I quickly made up for it. Until I reached a huge star plum tree—the tree with the smoothest bark in all of Xadia.

To avoid a fall, I grabbed a branch on the plum tree and swung onto another tree. As I landed, my boots slid and my feet went from under me.

The impact when my back hit the branch winded me, and before I could bury a dagger from my belt into the tree, I slipped off the branch, plummeting to the ground. I screamed, my limbs flailing. I had no way to avoid falling to my death, no way to survive.

Several branches smacked me in the face, scratching my skin. One branch even had the audacity to hit my forehead... and then it went black.

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The first thing I heard when I came to was the pitter-pattering of rain against wood and metal. The sound almost tempted me to keep my eyes closed and drift off again. But then a dull throbbing arose, and my head ached. I peeled open my eyes as it all came back to me; my training routine, the slick moss, the pouring rain, the fall…

The fall!

I bolted upright in what appeared to be a bed. An unfamiliar bed at that, covered in a patched quilt. The small house was lit with small flaming torches every metre or so. The quiet crackling of logs burning came from the opposite corner of the room, along with the bubbling sound of something boiling on a stove. My eyes slowly adjusted, realising that someone was at the stove.

“Relax, Knife-ears,” came a disinterested voice from where the bubbling was coming from. She continued stirring what was in the pot. “You’re alright; a mild concussion. But the storm’s getting worse so don’t even think about running off.”

She was a little taller than I was, with large white scaly wings and a narrow trail behind her. She was built strong and slim. Her scales shimmered against the torch lighting. A long white braid fell down her back, almost touching her tail where it joined her back, and two sets of narrow, smooth, elegantly curved horns protruded through her skull. A mix of teals and greens clung to her body as a tight, figure hugging set of leggings and wrapped top. Pale skin peeked through where the clothing didn’t meet around her lower back. She was a dragon-shifter for sure—like that strange dragon-shifter halfling that used to live in the Silvergrove with Rayla and her guardians. What was her name? Daisy? Violet? No, it was...

Heather! That was the halfling. Such a strange little being. Looking back now, I kind of felt bad for the way I ignored her; I was such an idiot, but fitting in was so important as kids. That was why no one was friends with her and no one would dare lose out on popularity by being friends with her.

I shook myself out of my thoughts; now wasn’t time for the guilty reflections I had in the middle of the night, now was the time to get to know this sparkly dragon-shifter. I opened my mouth to speak before realising I had no idea how to start.

“Um, hi?” I started. “I’m—”

“I don’t care who you are, Knife-ears,” she said, not looking up from her meal. She sighed and continued stirring.

I huffed. “I’m (Y/N),” I pushed on. Who are you?”

“The magic fairy who lives in this magical forest,” she sighed.

I grumbled. “So why did you rescue me, o magical fairy?”

She sighed again. I really wanted to slam my palm up her nose. “Don’t call me that. If you must call me anything, I am Zaithi. Zay for short.” She paused as she lifted her pot off the stove, stirred it one more time, and poured some into a small bowl. “And I didn’t rescue you. You got caught in one of the branches above my home. An elf lying unconscious above my home is sure to scare off well-paying customers.”

I wasn’t sure if that was a joke or not—nothing in this room looked like something people would come in to purchase something.

“So,” she continued, “I brought you inside and treated your head injury. You’re welcome.”

At this rate, I wasn’t too sure if everything she said was a joke. “Um, thanks, by the way.”

Zay hummed dismissively and came over with the small bowl of whatever she’d been cooking. Seeing her face made my heart pause beating for a second. She was exquisite with a slender face—not as slender as an elf’s—and round, icy blue cat-like eyes. I also noticed that at the front her top spiked upward, baring her toned stomach at me. “Here, this will fight off any cold you’ll pick up.”

I took the small wooden bowl from her in both hands. “What is it?” I asked, curiously. I smelled delicious. I took a sip. The liquid was thick and clear, with a few floating chunks in it that were soft and barely needed to be chewed.

“Phoenix-guts-and-toad-brain soup,” she said with a grin.

I spat out the soup, surprised and disgusted.

Zay laughed wildly, wiping away a tear from her eye. “Oh, Knife-ears, you’re too gullible.” She snorted. “I’m joking; it’s elfroot-and-bogey-berries soup with some homegrown veggies.”

I looked from her to the soup. “From now on I’m going to presume everything you say is a joke,” I said, taking a sip of the soup.

She chuckled. “You wouldn’t be the first.” She pulled out a chair from the square table between the stove and the fireplace and sat backwards in it, facing me.

“So, why did you actually help me?” I asked, pulling the quilt back up around me, wrapping it around my shoulders.

Zay shrugged. “Guess I had the skills to prevent you from getting ill so I figured I might as well use them.”

I cocked a brow at her, pushing her for more.

She sighed—again. “My parents insisted I be a healer—like my mother was so she could help in the war before I was born. Though really, I want to be a soldier—like my father, though he didn’t have much of a choice in being one.” She looked aside to where my (W/O/C) lay on the floor with my belt of knives.

I glanced at them as well, and she rested her head on her crossed arms. I felt sorry for her, forced to be something she’s not. “I could teach you,” I blurted.

Zay lifted her head ever so slightly, as if she wouldn’t dare get her hopes up too high. She nodded a little. “Sure, if you want.”

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“No warrior stops because of a little rain!” I scowled as Zay headed for the door. Dark spots of sweat coloured her top and the back of her leggings after our hours of training.

She sighed, gripping her wooden sword. “I am not getting caught in a thunderstorm, (Y/N)!” she shouted, determined to stay as dry as possible. “Go home before you get struck by lightning, Knife-ears.”

I crossed my arms grumpily and grabbed my bag. I was tempted to go home and stay dry, but... staying dry with Zay…

My heart skipped, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the thought. “Wait!” I called as she closed the door. I bolted towards it and she opened it just in time. I crashed into her, my face on her chest. She closed the door behind me, smirking.

“What a delightful picture I’m looking at,” she quipped—I think. She wrapped her muscular arm around me and I stayed still, heat rising to my cheeks and my heart racing faster—I really liked this.

I gave her an awkward smile. I had been so honest with her these past few weeks; she knew I wasn’t interested in male elves. And I was sure she knew what I was feeling.

“Everything alright, Knife-ears?”

I hesitated, slowing my heart and softening my expression. “Yeah, just glad to be dry.”

“For now,” she smirked, taking my lips.

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spacesuitsforemergency · 4 years ago

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Oops!...I Did It Again

Word Count: 1.8k

Requested by @must-be-ryan: Oneshot idea (maybe?): Music Meister learning he has a kid in their early teens who just discovered their powers and followed in his footsteps

A/N: I tweaked it slightly so that he already knew his daughter. And btw her powers are so that she can speak and people will do as she says. Singing too, but just talking will do the trick. Also I’m literally the dumbest person on earth, I kept misspelling ‘sandwich’. I wrote this while listening to the High School Musical soundtracks

Music Meister Tagging: @silverdecepticon93

“Dad!” You shout in panic. “Help me!”

You watch as your dad comes barreling down the grand staircase of the mansion (which he had used his powers to “buy”), nearly slipping on the marble floors. It was way more hilarious because he was still in his pajamas, and had shaving cream on half his face.

He looks around the foyer, expecting to see danger, but everything looks normal. The only thing that tipped him off was his daughter standing in the front doorway, and the mail man was passed out on the porch.

“What happened?” He asked, joining you in the doorway and peering down at the dude.

“I don’t know! The guy told me to have a nice day, I said ‘drop dead’ and he just fell!” You gesture down to the man you potentially just killed.

“First of all, when someone says ‘have a nice day’, the proper response is ‘you too’.” Your dad corrects. “Second of all, is he actually dead?”

“I don’t know! Why do you think I yelled for help?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

Dennis reaches down and finds the mail mans pulse, sighing in relief when there is indeed one.

“He’s not dead...” he stands back up. “How did you do that?”

“What part of ‘I don’t know’ do you not understand?” You cross your arms, frustrated because you’re freaking out and he’s not helping so far.

“Is that sass, Missy?” He puts a hand on his hip.

“Dad! You’re not helping!”

“Okay, okay!” He nods, racking his brain for ideas. Then it hits him. “Oh my god, my darling! You must have developed your powers!”

“What? I thought you said I was too old to get them anymore?” You ask as he wraps you in a bear hug, picking you up and twirling.

“Well I guess that was one of the rare moments I was wrong!” He cheers joyfully as he sets you down. “Okay, tell me to do something.”

“Uh...make me a sandwich?” You shrug.

Nothing happens.

“Try to add a little...emotion. Show me some urgency!” He snaps his fingers. “Give me some pizzazz!”

“Make me a sandwich!” You yell at him, making sure to pour out your frustration.

He suddenly looses emotion in his face, and at first you’re kind of freaked out. Then he robotically moves to the kitchen, opening the fridge and cupboards as he gathers sandwich ingredients. You watch with your jaw dropped as he actually makes you a sandwich, and he blinks as soon as it’s finished. He looks around in confusion, staring at the sandwich in his hands.

“Why am I making a sandwich?” He asked after a minute.

“Holy shit! I did it!” You shout in glee.

“I have taught you better manners than that, but holy shit indeed!” He mirrors your excitement as he runs back over to you. “My baby girl is all grown up!”

“Now, what do we do about the mail man?” You point to him.

“Hm. I’ll take care of this. You go eat, you need some energy for the day we’re going to have!” He grins.

“What are we doing?” You ask.

“My dear, darling daughter, we are celebrating!” He sang. “I’ve been waiting for this day for 15 years! You are getting proper attire for villainy, and we are planning your first heist tonight!”

“Aw! Dad!” You groan in disgust when he kissed you on top of the head, his shaving cream getting in your hair. “Thanks a lot! Now I have to wash my hair again!”

•

“So what color scheme are we going for?” Your dad asks.

“I am not wearing your hideous green and purple.” You mumble as you stare at the stuff he already picked out in resentment. You were currently in some department store, picking out your new villain fit with your dad.

The past couple hours were almost torture, your dad just wouldn’t stop fawning over you. He was so excited and proud though, you couldn’t even get angry at the guy. He was thrilled to begin passing the torch down to you, and both of you were eager to get started.

“Um, I think you mean the gorgeous combination of lime and violet?” He scoffs, clearly offended. “It is one of the only things me and my dear friend Edward can agree on.”

“Well you and your dear friend Edward are wrong.” You shake your head.

“Y/N, it is not rocket science. Just pick something. We still need to give you a name.” He shoved the rack of clothing at you.

“Oh, I picked that out when I was 9.” You say, finally actually looking through the clothes, despite already knowing you wouldn’t like any of it.

Even after your father gave you the news that you would most likely not develop powers since you had passed the age he had received them, you still wanted them. You wanted to become just like your dad, he was your idol. You of course would never tell him that, his ego was way too big already.

“You...you did?” His voice cracks, a smile making its way to his face as he tears up.

“Are we really getting sappy right now?” You sigh.

“No!” He quickly wiped his tears. “No, of course not. What is it, dear? Tell me.”

“Siren. Hypnotic powers through voice? What do you think?” You grin.

“It’s fitting, dramatic, mysterious, threatening. I love it!” He hugs you for about the millionth time today. “Honey you have no idea how happy I am to hear that!”

“Hear what?” You wheeze from the tight hug.

“To hear that you picked out a name! To hear that you’ve wanted this for so long!” He finally let’s go to let you breathe properly. “Now, Siren, have you choosen your attire?”

“Yeah yeah. I hate it though.” You say sarcastically, pretending to be disgusted by the color combo.

You stuff the clothes into your bag, both of you getting ready to slip past the workers. You hear someone clear your throat behind you, and see Karen the Manager. The worst villain of all.

“I’m calling security. Don’t think I didn’t see that.” She sniped at you, sneering at the both of you before saying into her com; “We got a couple of lowlifes trying to smuggle some merchandise.”

“Lowlifes, Karen?” You glare at her. “You can just drop dead, lady!”

Then she falls to the ground.

“Oops, I did it again.” You wince.

“Lesson Number 1, you have got to stop saying that to people.” Your father shakes his head at you. “Not to worry! But we should get out of here before-“

“Hey! Stop right there!” A mall security guard shouts from the entrance of the store.

“Dad, what do we do?” You ask, panicked at this point.

“This is perfect practice! Siren, if you will.” He gestures to the guards coming for the both of you.

“What?!” Your eyes widen.

“Go on!” He nudges you, like a mother bird kicking its hatchling out of the nest. “Lesson Number 2, come up with it on the spot!”

“Stop!” You shout at the guards, and they freeze. “Okay uh...let us go. This never happened.”

“This never happened.” The 3 men nod, still frozen.

You and your dad creep past them, then book it out of the department store. You race down the hallways of the mall, shoving people out of your way. More mall cops pursue you as you dash towards the doors.

“Get the car! I’m right behind you!” Your dad pushes you through the doors.

“But I can’t drive!” You protest as he tosses you the keys.

“Lesson Number 3, go with the flow, my dear!” He grins before turning to deal with the guards.

You reluctantly rush to the car, not really sure how to even start it. You quickly figure it out, then drive to the entrance. Your dad sprints out a moment later, practically falling into the car.

“Step on it!” He screeches as police cars pull up from behind you.

You speed forward, barreling down the road. Your dad grabs the wheel to help guide you, while also looking back every so often to watch the police cars in pursuit.

“This is a lot of trouble for the ugliest outfit ever!” You yell in alarm as you nearly rear end someone, but your dad quickly swerves.

“It’s for the drama, darling!” Your dad beams, turning the radio on. “Plus the publicity!”

“Ew, this song is awful.” You scrunch your nose when he doesn’t change the station.

“I’m a little busy at the moment!” He yells, taking out his music staff and shooting music beams at the police from the sunroof.

You finally lose the cops after awhile, your dad plopping back into the passenger seat. When you make it to your house you stumble out of the car, shaking from the adrenaline rush.

“I’d say that went pretty well for your first crime.” He says after a few moments of silence.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” You groan.

“Wasn’t that such a thrill?” He ignores you, strutting up to the door. “How do you feel?”

You respond by throwing up in the well trimmed bushes, Dennis cringing as his daughters’ retches. He inches towards you, awkwardly rubbing your back in a weak attempt to comfort you. When you finish he guides you inside and to the table, quickly grabbing you a glass of water.

“You’re okay right?” He asks, concerned. “I didn’t freak you out, did I? I’m a horrible father, I shouldn’t have dragged you into this. I’ve scarred you for life! I am a disgrace! An imbecile! Wretched! Diabolical! Heinous! Wick-!”

“Chillax, drama queen.” You giggle. “The only thing I’m scarred with is the fear of driving ever again.”

“So...you’re okay?” He asks timidly.

“Of course, that was awesome!” You grin. “Did you see me beat Karen? And the cops? And when I almost hit that one guy crossing the road but I didn’t? I just committed my first felony!”

“Hell yeah, you did!” He cheered, giving you the most over the top high five ever. “So I didn’t give my baby any emotional trauma?”

“No, dude! That was so cool! I’m so ready for the next heist!” You give him your best evil grin.

“Thank god, because I already got these custom made.” He pulls a case out of his pocket, opening it to reveal a pair of visors identical to his.

You smile up at him, and this time you initiated the hug. You thank him and kiss him on the cheek, before taking the visor and putting it on. You look in the reflection of the wall length window, then turn to your dad, who has a proud smile on his face.

“How do I look?” You ask.

“You look all grown up...” Dennis sniffles, tearing up once again.

“Dad!”

“I’m sorry! I promise I’ll stop crying one of these days!”

#dc #request #dennis prowell #music meister #prowell! reader #batman brave and the bold #siren

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randomguywithwords · 4 years ago

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As The Dust Settles: Chapter 15 (Geten X Dabi Slowburn)

Chapter 15: Soldiering On

AO3 Link: Here

Previous Chapters: 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

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Extinguishing his flames, Dabi saw only charred ashes on the ground. Wind will get them. It always does.

“What did they do to me? Why can’t I use my meta ability?” Geten said, as Dabi rubbed his arms. He turned to look at her.

“I should have figured…” Dabi muttered. “Tokugawa Prefecture was near their territory. These guys must have been one of the last few to acquire them.”

“What’re you talking about?” She pressed on, frenetically rubbing her hands. She made a few gestures, trying to use it, but to no avail.

“You mean you don’t know?” Dabi stared at her. “You guys kept track on the League so well, so why not – oh.”

Again with the hierarchy. The pieces put themselves together; Dabi knew why she was in the dark.

“What? What ‘oh’?” Geten screeched.

“Hey, calm down, girl. It’s only temporary.” Looking at the store, the door was still open and the lights were on. “Let’s get something to eat. Might help.”

That seemed to relax her for now, although she was still trying to move ice. The two of them entered the store and walked out carrying some snacks. In spite of the abandonment of this town, the snacks’ preservatives lasted for a long time. Dabi made sure to turn off the lights as they left.

“Ok, explain,” Geten said as they sat on the sidewalk.

“First off, the quirk-erasing bullets are temporary. It was an unfinished product made by the Shie Hassaikai, a yakuza group that got shut down a while back.”

“And I’m guessing here,” Dabi said as he munched on his chips, “But your leaders – those lovely asshats – they knew about the Hassaikai. They probably knew the group had a way to erase your precious meta abilities. Since their whole army was based on the principle of free meta ability usage, your Re-destro didn’t wanna make everyone panic. So he and his group shut up. Makes sense?”

“So they kept it from me.” Geten growled. “Again.”

What does she mean, again? Dabi took another bite in silence.

“Well, like I said, it’s temporary, and we can just call for an extraction –” He pulled out his phone when Geten unexpectedly grabbed his arm.

“No! We’re not leaving.”

“But...you’re gonna be useless, aren’t you?” Dabi raised an eyebrow. “I mean, you saw what happened to that guy. We might be up against something...problematic.”

“We can handle it.”

“Speak for yourself. You’re quirkless for the next couple of hours. And do you even have any ice?”

Geten balled her fist. “I have some ice cubes in my pocket. They’re cold enough to last a few hours. I’ll take care of myself. And I’ll help with this assignment.”

Dabi sighed. You and your ego will be the death of me. “Fine. Whatever, if you’re going to be so difficult about it.” He put his phone back in his pocket, and Geten released her grip.

Her hands aren’t cold, he realised.

He caught her with a blank stare at the pavement. “What are you thinking about?” He asked, suddenly feeling that her pride was not the only reason she was so insistent on continuing.

No, she’s not that afraid of the rest laughing at her quirklessness, or that she got shot...but what was it?

She put on her hood. “Nothing.” Her face was shrouded once more, and Dabi felt a tinge of disappointment. Can’t see what’s she’s thinking, it’s unsettling, he rationalised. That was probably the reason.

“Let’s go.” She said, standing up. She had stopped trying to use her quirk by now, giving up. He thought of saying something, but his mind came up blank. So he followed suit in silence, with the both of them getting on the motorcycle and speeding off.

Are her hands shaking? Dabi thought.

The silence of the ride was more somber than peaceful, knowing that what lay ahead was a real threat. Skeptic’s talk of this dissenter managing to evade capture from the soldiers sent to stop them sent chills down Dabi’s spine, but also a burning thrill. This better be good.

“So, what’s the plan now?” Dabi shouted over the wind.

“You still have your fire, so you can take care of large groups. I think it might be a gang or cult of some sort that hates the Liberation ideology, considering the advisor back there looked like he was beaten to death. I can run distraction or disruption. We should split up and use our communicators.” Geten replied.

Good plan, Dabi admitted. “Ok, and what if things go south?”

She had no reply for a good three seconds.. “Usually things never go south for me, but seeing the condition I’m in...maybe we should regroup in an area?”

“Fine. Don’t die, okay?” Dabi thought out loud, then added hastily, “Gonna be a hassle to explain your death to everyone.”

“Worry about yourself,” She retorted. “I’ll be fine.”

If you say so...He thought, his grip tightening on the handlebars, unable to push out the thought that something bad was going to happen to her. She was quirkless, after all, during the most crucial time of the night.

“Who do you think those guys were back there?” Dabi asked.

No response came for a few seconds. “I don’t know,” She finally said, “But I don’t think they were just random thugs. It seemed more like a hit squad. And who’s Mesa?”

“No idea. Never heard it in my life.” Dabi racked his brains, but he never bothered keeping the names of people in his past. Just the few, and the rest were smouldering corpses like those trash back there. “Do you think they were targeting you?”

He felt her bristle at the question, as if that triggered a thought. “Don’t know,” She said throatily.

Lying? Whatever. She’s not gonna tell me. But it might be linked to this whole assignment…

“Anyway, they might have tried to shoot me too, but I probably burnt the bullets up.”

“Fast reflexes,” She uttered.

“Thanks.” Was that an actual compliment? She sounds bitter about it – that she didn’t react fast in time. The rest of the ride was spent in silence, until Dabi saw their destination.

“There.” He flicked his head towards the fast approaching factory.

It was run-down and abandoned, complete with a “NO ENTRY” sign and worn-down wire fences which provided as much protection as fabric against a bullet. Towering metal and concrete chimneys gone dormant studded the compound; five-storey high buildings were placed next to them. Large metal containers occupied the expansive courtyard with dark lampposts situated in an orderly fashion, surrounding the containers like patrol guards.

Strange, have I been here before? No, that was impossible. He’d never visited Tokugawa Prefecture in his life. His mind was being a prick.

The two disembarked. “Guess we’re playing hide and seek. This place is massive,�� Dabi said as he retrieved his earpiece from his pocket and wore it. Geten did the same.

“Let’s set here as the meeting point.” Geten pointed at their motorcycle. Dabi assented.

“Search the buildings first. It’s the most logical place to hide,” She said as she rubbed her left arm up and down. Did she always do that? Or is she just nervous? Just as he finished the thought, she abruptly stopped and tucked her hands in her parka pocket.

They walked through the row of buildings, until Geten tapped his shoulder to draw his attention. She pointed at one of the doors. In particular, a handprint on the dusty iron. Damn, she spotted that? He nodded.

The door was shackled by a chain, and said chain had been broken and strewn on the floor. Dabi pushed it open.

He wasn’t surprised that he was greeted by darkness. With the faint strings of moonlight permeating through the dusty windows above, he could make out the silhouettes of stacks of crates, catwalks and broken lamps hanging on the ceiling like death row prisoners. No movement caught his eye when they stepped in.

Getting her attention, he made a ‘split up’ gesture. She nodded and the two separated down the narrow paths.

Dabi walked until he saw a sparkly glint of reflected light shining on one of the crates. He automatically read the label engraved on them, and his eyes widened.

BUSHIDO ENTERPRISES PTE LTD

So that’s why –

The ground shook. He heard Geten yell over the thundering of crates shifting.

Shit. He turned and ran back as he saw crates beginning to collapse where Geten had headed. He spotted a blue parka and grabbed it, hauling her into the clear. With his other hand he shot a plume of azure flames into the darkness.

The fire illuminated a tall figure as it passed through like water around a rock. The figure had its hands braced to take the brunt of the damage. It looked like –

Dabi hid his surprise with a grin. “Well, I’ll be damned.” He retracted his hand. The fire lingered on some wooden planks strewn on the ground, casting a blue glow on the man’s face.

“Beatdown.” Geten breathed, veins of fear pulsing through the word.

Advisor to Violet Regiment, Shingu Takame, eyed the two of them with a stoic face, void of any expressions of pain. It seemed as if Dabi had sprayed water rather than a torrent of fire. The man had no words; he raised his fists and leapt towards them.

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Cliffhanger? Plot twist? Eh.

Uhh right my thoughts on this chapter. I went through about 2 revisions? Major ones. I wrote the first draft in that flurry of creativity (and evasion of my academic responsibilities), then after hearing some of the thoughts on c14 (thanks Kannra in particular btw), it helped clear some of my thoughts and I realised I characterised Geten slightly incorrectly there, so I did a revision, and then once more when the chapter wasn’t “correct”.

Yeah I always planned for Takame to be an antagonist here (I hoped I made that pretty clear with the last few sentences of this chapter). Also look at me with chapter planning. Much wow, very writer.

Hopefully he’ll be one of the few OCs I’ll ever need to use.

Next chapter’s going back to Geten and...yeah. Not gonna spoil anymore than that. Thanks for the support, any feedback is much thanks from me.

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yellowsugarwords · 6 years ago

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Hi!! \(0-0)/ I love your writing btw!! May I request louis x reader where they are dating and there is another boy at the school who is big and obnoxious and he make vulgar suggestive comments towards the reader, how would louis react?

okay I have so many louis x reader requests here you go my children (and there’s still more coming)

combining it with this request because ;;;;;)

Okay so like the hcs you literally just posted like 2 sec ago about making out with mitch were so good and fresh👌🏽😩 please write more like that maybe with Louis? But like idek or care who at this point because those were so cute.

Louis hated Seth.

He pretty sure he was always going to at this point.

He was ridiculously obnoxious.

And he flirted with Y/N.

A lot.

Louis originally just thought he was just gross.

It was clear there wasn’t genuine care toward Y/N.

He was just trying to get into their pants.

But seeing the way Y/N bristled at his advances?

He knew he needed to do something.

Seth wasn’t going to get away with that.

Not for long.

It was that afternoon that Louis realized how bad it was.

“I’m trying to work, Seth.”

Y/N’s voice sounded snappy from the other end of the yard.

Louis’ attention turned.

Seth was clambering on Y/N’s heels.

Y/N was holding a clipboard walking into the school.

Right. They were in charge of inventory that day.

“Come on, just one date?”

“I’m not interested. I don’t do dates.”

Louis felt a pang in his stomach.

He didn’t know why.

“You’re not fun,” Seth scoffed.

“Yeah, surviving an apocalypse normally isn’t.” Y/N snapped back.

Y/N went inside and Seth darted after them.

Louis could tell he was going to contest that point.

And he hated that.

Seth couldn’t take no for an answer.

That’s what Louis hated most.

That’s what Louis thought was the most dangerous.

At dinner that night, it continued.

“What if I publicly proclaim my interest for you?” Seth proposed, leaning across the table to Y/N.

His blonde bangs fell in front of his face.

Louis scrunched his nose.

It made him look grosser than normal.

“Then will you go on a date with me?”

“No, Seth.” Y/N’s voice was firm and secure.

Seth didn’t care.

He never did.

“Cute stuff, come on. What do I need to do?”

“Back off, maybe?” Louis suggested.

His gaze shot up, stare blazing.

He didn’t intend to come off as cold as he did.

But he was pissed.

Seth blinked, surprised.

Louis shrugged. “Just a suggestion.” He snapped.

He shovelled a spoonful of food into his mouth to stop himself from saying more.

They didn’t need a fight.

Seth scoffed. “Louis, chill.”

“No,” he spat. “You’re making them uncomfortable.”

Seth blinked.

Apparently, the thought had never crossed his mind.

The table had gone dead silent, letting Louis speak.

“And I’m really sick of seeing you make them feel that way. So, back off.”

Seth didn’t say anything for the rest of dinner.

He hurriedly finished and left.

Louis didn’t bring up anything more on the matter.

“Louis?”

Y/N’s voice was soft.

Louis could recognize it anywhere.

He turned, halfway up Ericson’s front steps, and smiled.

“Thank you,” Y/N hushed. “For back there.”

Louis smiled.

His heart quickened, but he tried not to show it.

“Any time, Y/N.”

Y/N smiled.

So did his heart.

What was Y/N doing to him?

Why was he so angry with Seth?

Why did he feel so protective over Y/N?

He hated how confused he felt.

But he also didn’t hate it.

Because it meant he felt something.

A few hours later, he spotted Seth wandering to Y/N.

They were in front of the greenhouse, moving bags of soil.

Louis tensed.

He walked over to the target practice to observe.

“Y/N,”

Even the way Seth said their name drove Louis up the wall.

It felt wrong.

Like the name was too sacred to leave his mouth.

“What?” Y/N asked.

They didn’t turn around. Seth didn’t warrant that.

“I wanted to let you know, in private, that I do really like you.”

“Mhm,” Y/N sighed.

They were hauling bags.

Seth didn’t offer to help.

“Putting that on you at dinner wasn’t fair,” he said. “So I wanted to reach out again. Privately.”

“Thanks,” Y/N said, heaving as they dropped a bag. “The answer’s still no.”

Louis could feel his heart sigh.

Thank God.

Seth scoffed. “What do I need to do, Y/N?”

“For what? For me to be interested?” Y/N snapped, finally turning to face him. “Nothing. Because I’m just. Not. Interested.”

Seth crossed his arms.

“Making passes at me in front of everyone, publicly talking about me at the dinner table, complimenting body parts of mine when other people are around, not addressing me by my name - those things didn’t help your case.”

Louis whistled to snag their attention.

He was getting sick of watching.

Both of them turned his way.

Louis raised a brow at Seth.

He fired an arrow without looking,

Bullseye.

Seth left.

He didn’t pay either of them any mind.

He just stormed away.

Louis ditched the bow and arrows.

“Did he do anything to you?” He asked, darting to Y/N’s side.

Y/N shook their head and crossed their arms.

The movement exposed a cut on the back of their hand.

“Y/N,” Louis sighed. “You’re bleeding.”

“It doesn’t hurt,”

“You still need to treat it.”

Y/N said nothing.

They just squirmed.

Louis held their palm in both of his.

Delicately. He treated them like glass.

“Let me get Ruby’s first-aid kit,”

“I can’t,” Y/N said, not moving their hand. “I have watch duty.”

“Then I’ll meet you up there,” Louis hushed.

“What?” Their voice was breathy and raspy.

It was adorable.

Louis gulped.

He didn’t know why.

“I’ll meet you up there. I’ll patch you up while you watch.”

Y/N blinked.

Their hand still didn’t move.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” Louis said.

Y/N agreed.

Louis had never run inside so fast.

He was back at the watchtower in a few minutes.

“Woah,” Y/N breathed. “That was quick,”

Louis shrugged.

He didn’t wanna tell them it was because he wanted to tend to them quickly.

That he didn’t want to be away from them for long.

“Did you get this from moving soil?” Louis asked, setting the kit on the ground and snapping it open.

Y/N sighed. “I guess.”

“Nice to know Seth didn’t help.”

Y/N could taste the venom in his voice.

“Seth doesn’t help with anything.” They said.

“Other than pestering you.”

Y/N said nothing.

Louis stood up and held out his palms.

Silently asking for permission.

Y/N set their injured hand in both of his.

The contact sent a jolt through Louis.

He didn’t show it.

“Thank you for sticking up for me,” they said softly.

It felt like their words were hugging him.

His heart slammed.

“Of course,” he said. “I can’t stand there and watch him do that to you.”

“Why?”

The question caught him off guard.

He finished applying disinfectant - Y/N hadn’t flinched a bit - and he’d just started on the bandage.

But he paused to glance up.

And he met their gaze.

And feeling their warmth, he knew why.

“Because you deserve better than that.”

“Is that it?”

Y/N could read him like a book.

He squirmed. “Because he’s an asshole that needs to be put in his place.”

He finished wrapping their palm.

“And that’s all?”

God, how could they read him so clearly?

Louis gulped.

“No.”

Y/N blinked.

Louis looked up from his bandaging job.

And they stared into one another.

Lost.

“It’s because I don’t want anyone else flirting with you.”

Y/N’s eyes faintly began to grow.

“I want to be the only one doing that.” He gulped. “Well, respectfully. Not the way Seth was doing it. Seth was flirting like an asshole, I wanna flirt like–”

Y/N kissed him.

And he stopped talking.

And he melted into them.

When they pulled away, only barely, he let out a gasp.

“Woah,” he breathed.

Fireworks rumbled in his belly.

Y/N’s too.

They laughed.

And Louis kissed them.

They were tangled.

Power pushing back and forth.

Control passing between the two of them.

Each lost in the moment.

In the stars.

In each other.

“Y/N?”

A voice from below caused their lips to snap away.

They blinked at each other.

Y/N’s eyes widened.

Louis’ eyebrows lifted.

Hesitantly, their heads peeked over the edge.

Everyone stood below.

Violet, arms crossed, was smirking.

Willy scoffed. “What were those sounds you were making?”

Y/N wanted the floor to swallow them.

Louis, studying the crew on the ground, spotted Seth.

Y/N was mortified.

Louis smirked.

Good.

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neverwatchedonepiece · 6 years ago

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643-644: "Shaking Heaven and Earth! Admiral Fujitora's Power!" and "A Blow of Anger! A Giant vs Lucy!"

Brutal.... :(

Were I to sum up 643 and 644, it would be: unexpected feels and reveals.

The feels came from poor Brutal. It was all going so well! Luffy found a new pal and then, BAM.

The reveals? Well, we have the “return” of Norland from Skypeia, for one thing. Flower Field also seems to be the location for the next Big Showdown.

The Donquixote Family have also made some moves. Diamante has put Bellamy in an uncomfortable position and an... artistic new character has been introduced. As for Doflamingo himself, he revealed a past working relationship with Trafalgar Law (I knew it! I knew there was something there!)

Oh, and we have yet another ridiculously powerful Admiral. :D

Fujitora is My New Favourite Admiral

This entire scene escalated quickly. It went from Dodgy Dealings to Dragon Ball in the blink of an eye. Not exactly an exemplary lesson in conflict resolution, but I am not complaining.

Because it was awesome.

Law was understandably pissed off at being duped by Doflamingo. It wasn’t really Law’s fault. He’d planned the best he could with the information he had to hand. Unfortunately, it was just as Vergo had foretold: not knowing about Doflamingo’s past would be Law’s undoing.

Law refused to hand over Caesar. Doflamigo had reneged on his side of the bargain. “The deal’s off!”

Then Doflamingo said something interesting. “Is that how you talk to your boss after ten years of silence?”

Boss? Really?

I freaking knew it. I knew there was something between Doflamingo, Law and Vergo. It was the way Vergo spoke to Law back in Punk Hazard, calling him a brat, acting as if he knew everything about Law, about how he had improved but not enough. Doflamingo treats him in a similar way. Law is from North Blue, a territory in the New World. Dressrosa is in the New World. Was Law born in a territory claimed by Doflamingo?

I wonder what caused Law to go radio silence and desert Doflamingo? It must have been something horrendous. Maybe Law knows Doflamingo a bit better than he lets on.

Whatever the case, Doflamingo was adamant in retrieving Caesar. (Caesar’s starry-eyed moment was hilarious. I’d say he’s totally in love with Doflamingo, but the only thing I’d ship Caesar with is research funding).

There was a quick, “Yeah, I’ve heard all about you” exposition moment. Just to bring any viewers up to speed on Fujitora in case they missed that awesome episode when he sent an unfortunate bunch of fodders to a hole in the ground hell. “You were appointed as Marine Admiral through the World Military Draft,” Doflamingo said. “I’ve heard a lot about you. They say you’re a monster who wields unquestionable power as well as Ryokugyu.”

First thing: World Military Draft? That’s a new one to me. Was Fujitora plucked from obscurity to become an Admiral through a military draft? Or was he retired in some capacity and they brought him back? Whatever Fujitora’s deal is, I’d be interested in finding out.

Second thing: what the hell is a Ryokugu?

Caesar’s presence at the Green Bit beach was of great interest to Fujitora and his Marines. Fujitora knew who Caesar was, which implies he has been briefed on all the Big Criminals or he does have prior experience working with the Marines. He is also familiar The Way Things Are, as he admitted they couldn’t arrest Caesar if he was working for Doflamingo (the perks of being a Shichibukai). He knows Doflamingo is a nasty bit of work but, as Doflamingo said, he has to be able to prove it. (I wonder if Fujitora is trying to do just that?)

Interestingly, it seemed like Fujitora also tried to throw Law a similar lifeline. Law is still officially a Shichibukai. His movements are crucial to the success of the Marine’s mission. If the Strawhats were working under Law, Fujitora was prepared to ignore the alliance. However, were it an alliance of equals, it would go against the Marines’ interests and Fujitora would be forced to arrest Law.

Law made some quick calculations. His original plan had failed. Even if he selected Fujitora’s Option #1, he would have to take the matter to Dressrosa and that would only make matters worse.

He chose Option #2 and fessed up to the alliance with the Strawhats.

“Welp, guess I’ll have to arrest you!” Fujitora said.

And a beautiful, big kaboom moment happened. Not only can Fujitora fire folk into holes in the ground, he can also crush them from above. A mighty meteorite came screaming down onto Green Bit. Caesar and the Fodders scarpered. Even Doflamingo was like, “FFS, is that not excessive?”

When the smoke cleared, only the three main fighters stood on conveniently preserved pillars of ground (hilarious, classic shounen trope. Love it).

Doflamingo was not pleased. “How did the Fleet Admiral train you, you damned stray dog!”

Fujitora remained supremely unfazed. “Thank you. I just wanted to test your skills. Now I’m going to arrest you, Is that okay, Law-san?”

He’s such a polite guy. I like him.

But there’s just one thing. Doflamingo wants Law too. I don’t think he’ll let Fujitora get his hands on Law. If that happens, Law might spill the beans (I doubt he would but it’s possible). Then all Doflamingo’s secrets will be out.

The plot chickenz.

Flower Field Rendezvous Crew

Well, I think I know where the Strawhats will reconvene once all the subplots have run their course.

Flower Field is the place to be, folks!

I’m kind of relieved Sanji is back on track again. Once he realised Law was in trouble, he called Franky to update him. I love how Franky was like, “Yo, Sanji. What’s up?” and Sanji was like, “Well, I’m in love,” and Franky just said, “That’s nice. Btw, I think I can find the factory but we can’t just destroy it and get away. It’s a much bigger task than we thought! Oh yeah, and I read the newspaper. Doflamingo sure fooled us!”

Even Franky was trying to steer Sanji back to the plot, lmao.

Then Franky mentioned he was heading to Flower Field with Sol and that Sanji should meet him there to catch up.

Sanji finally caught up with Plot and mentioned the ominous fact that he couldn’t reach Nami or any of the others on Sunny. Franky replied, “You still think she’s weak? Anyway, Brook and Monster Chopper are with her. She’ll be fine!”

I kind of think Sanji had a point here. It’s not about thinking Nami’s weak. It’s the fact she’s not answering the DDM. If I were Franky, I’d be like, “Yeah, something’s not right. Let me try and see if I can get her to answer.”

Violet then exited the plot stage left. Before she ran off, she handed Sanji a very useful piece of intel: a map to the Smile Factory (it’s disguised as a Toy House). Sanji told her to take care of herself and also where the Strawhats’ final rendezvous point is (Western Harbour). I’m still a teeny bit suspicious of her because there is still time for her to be caught by Doflamingo and sell out the Strawhats.

Then Foxfire interrupted (lmao) and announced Sanji had to accompany him to a place called Toy House right away. Turns out that’s where Kanjuuro is also being held.

Am I right to be suspicious about how easily this is all working out for the Strawhats at the moment? I feel like Doflamingo knows what they’re up to and is leading them into a trap.

Norland’s Back!

Oh, how I missed your resplendent, chestnut barnet! That’s two sneaky Skypiea callbacks now (more on that later).

And why has Norland cropped up again?

Turns out he visited the Tontatta Kingdom four-hundred years ago, as a botanist. A crew of Evil Big Humans were destroying the Tontatta Kingdom and Norland, being an Absolute Lad, fought alongside them and helped them defeat the evil Big Humans.

Usopp, being a smart guy, noticed the statue of Norland and totally took advantage. He had a chestnut-shaped helmet on and claimed to be Usoland, a descendant of Norland himself. The Tontatta people totally believed him and now they’re waiting on him hand and foot.

Robin was like, “Usopp, you are a terrible person,” and Usopp shot back with, “Well, it saved you too!” Fair point, Usopp!

It sort of backfired on him, though, because the chief arrived and announced Usopp’s presence on this most auspicious day must be fate. Why was that? Well, today was the day the Tontatta people vowed to fight the Donquixote Family! At Dressrosa, they will fight. The commander and fellow soldiers of the King Riku Army are expecting them at Flower Field. They begged Usopp to stand at the forefront of the charge and lead them. With Usoland, the Tontatta would be unbreakable!

I wish I could have seen Robin’s face at that moment.

But Flower Field, eh? I wonder if Sol the Toy and the Resistance movement have been working with the Tontatta People to muster up this rebellion? Signs point to yes, since Wicka was super keen for Zoro to take her to Flower Field.

At any rate, that’s Franky, Zoro, Usopp and Robin all headed for Flower Field. I bet they end up caught in the crossfire. So much for remaining undercover, eh?

Not the Worst Installation I’ve Ever Seen

So... Giolla’s a bit of a character, isn’t she?

It’s like meeting Miss Goldenweek’s eccentric art teacher.

To be honest, I think Nami, Brook and Chopper got the raw end of the deal being left behind on Sunny. They’re the first ones to face off against a Donquixote Family member. And one with a pretty bizarre but cool power too.

Giolla’s introduction was pretty cool. Screechy violin harmonics hinted something sinister was afoot. Nami, Brook, Chopper and Momo peered into the dorm and were like, “wtf is this lsd nonsense?”

Then came footsteps; shoes oddly similar to the ones Doflamingo wears (there must be a Donquixote Family dresscode). A cloud of colourful smoke turned the place into coloring book land.

The Strawhats reeled back, horrified. Chopper wondered if it was the work of a Devil Fruit user.

“Bad Taste Fruit?” Brook suggested. (Lmao, Brook!)

The door creaked open and Giolla appeared in all her art-teacher glory.

Nami was like, “Who the hell are you and what have you done to Sunny?”

Giolla shrieked at her to shut up. The goons she brought with her answered Nami’s question. “This is Giolla-sama of the Donquixote Family!”

Uh oh, I thought. This could be a problem.

“I don’t like people with no artistic taste!” Giolla declared. “My soul is swinging. I see an image. My mind is about to erupt! It’s going to explode! An image of liberty and beauty.”

Then she transformed Nami, Brook, Chopper and Momo into 2D versions of themselves. Nami demanded Giolla turn them back, but, interestingly, Giolla countered she would only do that if they handed over Momonosuke without a fight. What is that all about? Hmm... I’m starting to think there is something going on with Momonosuke. Why would Doflamingo want Momo? I guess he was caught up in all the Punk Hazard stuff. Maybe it’s a “no witnesses” situation. Or maybe Momo ate a really good fruit meant for Kaidou and Doflamingo wants to sell Momo to Kaidou to make up for the cool Dragon fruit disappearing?

Whatever the real reason, the Strawhats obviously refused. Negotiations broke down. Giolla attacked again. The Strawhats hatched a plan to lure her away from Sunny but for all Giolla acts like an eccentric art teacher, she is no fool when it comes to battle.

Poor Sunny looks pretty... different at the moment.

Nami, Brook, Chopper and Momo are also surrounded by Giolla and her goons. Have no idea how they’ll escape but I love how Brook is most concerned about how mad Franky will be when he gets back.

Press F to Pay Your Respects for Brutal

Oh, the unexpected feels.

It was all going so well in the Colosseum. Luffy made friends with Brutal Bull when it challenged him in the ring. They had fun for a bit but once Luffy decided it was haki time, the fight was over. To my ABSOLUTE DELIGHT, Luffy did not punch out Brutal or finish him off.

No.

They teamed up! Luffy made a new bull friend! It was so adorable watching them mercilessly mow down the other fodders. They were having such a great time.

Until Hajrudin, the Giant Fun Sponge from Elbaf totally ruined it all.

Brutal accidentally got his horns stuck in Hajrudin’s boot. Hajrudin’s big hammer came down. I gasped. No! Luffy was fine but Brutal had been crushed.

“His little bull back legs. He needs them!” I wailed.

Luffy knelt down beside Brutal and touched him gently on the shoulder. Without saying a word, I knew revenge was imminent and inevitable.You know when Luffy’s eyes shift from one to two circles that shit is about to go down.

Cape blowing in the wind, he stood up, sized up Hajrudin, and executed a haki-filled beatdown worthy of Brutal’s name.

I can’t help but wonder if this scene with Brutal was a sneaky anti-bloodsports commentary from Oda? Maybe if you squint? I mean, instead of torturing an innocent bull for fun, what Luffy did was be friends with the bull; fight *with* the bull. The one who did harm the bull received a Gear 2nd Armored Haki punch right to the face.

I kind of hope Brutal is okay. I have visions of him recovering from his injuries and spending his days trampling people in Flower Field for years to come.

Things aren’t looking quite as simple for Luffy, though.

It seems everyone on Dressrosa is trying to kill him! Diamante slipped Bellamy a note in the Donquixote Family private backstage room. Said note contained orders from Doflamingo: Bellamy is to assassinate Luffy. One last chance at promotion. Obviously, Bellamy is now conflicted about this, as Luffy cheered him on in the ring and inspired him to travel to Skypiea. (I’m leaning towards Bellamy attempting, then regretting and betraying Doflamingo.)

Cavendish Banana is also on the warpath (him fending off Bartolomeo’s food-thieving hands with a fork was hilarious. “MINE. MY FOOD. NO.”) Obviously, Cavendish’s reason for wanting to kill Luffy is profoundly shallow. “Luffy stole muh limelight, wah!”

Bartolomeo said, “Well, my connection with Strawhat Luffy is much deeper.”

I gasped.

Yes, I thought. This is the moment.

What is the history here? Because I have watched this show since episode one. I have a goldfish memory but I’d like to think Bartolomeo would have stood out.

But do you know what?

BARTOLOMEO LEFT IT THERE. WITHOUT ANOTHER WORD.

BLUE-BALLED.

FREAKING CLIFFHANGER.

Shaking my head, man. Bartolomeo, you are so rude. Such a meta character.

And by the way, there is also something up with Ricky and Rebecca. Don’t think I missed that little scene. I bet it’s something to do with Kyros. That whole thing about everyone forgetting why the statue is there is so suspicious.

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im-whatchamccallit · 6 years ago

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Determination//Lee Felix (Stray Kids)

Request: Hey darl! I love your blog x I was wondering if I could request a Felix from stay kids idol AU where him and his s/o are both aussies and your on a music show outdoors and the stage is wet and stray kids performs after your group but he watches you dance and slip many times during rehearsal and the stage and is like kinda agnsty but cute! Thank you :) x Keep writing cos it’s amazing :D

Pair: Felix x Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst (but not really), Idol!AU

Warnings: Bodily injury

Words: 2.4k

(A/N: Thank you, anon! Sorry this was late btw. Also, sorry if it’s bad or has typos, I’m running on lack of sleep rn. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and, if it’s not to your liking, message me again and I’ll be happy to redo it)

You and your members sang acapella as your bodies lazily followed along, practicing before practice because this was the biggest show of the year, especially for your group, you couldn’t afford to screw this up.

Your group had only recently debuted but had so much buzz around them that they were more than popular around South Korea and most parts of Asia. Besides a few music shows to promote your debut album, this festival was the one of the biggest moments of your life, getting to perform alongside your favorite groups for tens of thousands of people, this is something you could only dream of but, now, it was truly happening.

You smiled brightly as you opened your mouth, the first few lines of your rap leaving your lips before a deeper voice took over, using aegyo and causing your entire group to laugh. You peeked over at Changbin, watching as he danced and rapped cutely which caught the attention of other idols, making them smile at the act. He turned to you and continued to dance as you pouted, his lips curling into a smile.

“Felix wants to see you. I’ll take your spot for you.” He spoke softly for the others not to hear as you nodded understandingly, excusing yourself from the group, not that they minded.

You shyly greeted the other artist, bowing and waving as you went deeper backstage, finding Seungmin and knowing you were close. You listened closely through one door to hear the sound of talking, a deep and familiar voice catching your attention as you eagerly stepped inside, your eyes widening as you saw him. Felix and the others sat around, chewing happily on the pack of Tim Tams and bags of Twisties that immediately caught your eye. Felix looked up mid-chew to see you approach happily.

“Your mom sent you some snacks.” Your face dropped as you wanted to slap him for opening another one of your packages but, instead, you watched as he grabbed one of the cheese curls, holding it out to your lips before you snatched it away bitterly, his lips curling into a smile he knew you couldn’t stay mad at.

You and Felix had been dating for only a few months but it felt like years. When you first arrived to Korea, You knew no one and barely spoke the language. It wasn’t until you were running late to practice that you met him, crashing into his body and apologizing profusely, only for him to give a goofy grin and comment on your accent. Sure, it was nice to meet another Aussie but for him to mock your broad accent to his general one, every time you saw each other, was annoying. You had grown close to Chan, finding his company enjoyable whereas you made an effort to avoid Felix at all times. It hadn’t dawn on you that your actions would hurt him until he pulled you aside one day, his lips drawn into an unfamiliar frown and his eyes hard but sad, questioning why you hated him. From that day on, you began to act kindly to him and him you, cracking jokes and wasting the days away together until, eventually, you two fell for each other. It only took two weeks but you sometimes wish it would have been sooner.

“You realize you owe me more food now?” You uttered as you devoured the single cheese puff, your hand reaching for a Violet Crumble bar, Felix grabbing it first and opening it for you slowly.

“Anything you want, honey bee.” He passed you the chocolate covered candy with a sweet smile, your tongue pressing to the inside of your cheek as your face heated up with embarrassment that he’d say that in a room full of people, people who were oblivious to your relationship.

Before you could respond, a loud explosion-like sound caused everyone to flinch, Felix subtly but instinctively moving closer to you as the lights flickered a bit before going out completely. Your eyes widened as you could hear everyone’s confusion and fear, some even moving from their seats to find the exit and an explanation as to what was going on.

You jumped slightly as a hand reached for yours, lacing your fingers together as warm air grazed your cheek.

“You okay?” Felix whispered to you, your face turning to meet his only to find darkness.

“Yeah, why? Need me to protect you?” You joked back but the way your hand trembled from the sudden events, his body leaning forward before his lips pressed to your forehead.

“I got you.” Luckily it was so dark or else everyone would’ve saw how hard you were smiling.

The lights suddenly came back on, causing you to push away from Felix as quickly as possible, you both finding some pose to seem casual just as a slightly older woman entered, a metal clipboard in her hands as she looked at everyone apologetically.

“What happened?” Jisung asked, everyone eying the woman as she adjusted the glasses slipping from her nose.

“There’s a major thunderstorm right now and its right around this area but it’ll clear out by the time the show begins. (Y/N), your group needs to rehearse and then-“

“But you just said there was a storm.” Felix muttered but was just loud enough for her to hear.

“Yes but the show begins in almost 3 hours. We need everyone with working headsets, microphones, and to know the stage well enough to perform in front of the tens of thousands of people attending. It’s too late to cancel so, let’s go, (Y/N).”

You smiled at Felix who just glared at the women waiting on you. You began to walk with her, the sound of footsteps behind you making you turn but the feeling of a hand grasping yours through the now empty halls. You slowed your walking until the woman was a good distance away before turning to Felix, watching his face twitch a bit as he was deep in thought.

“Are you sure you want to perform today?” His question shocked you but you kept your composure.

“You know I do. I’ve been practicing for this for so long, it’s all any of us could think about. This could be huge for us, Lix.”

Your voice came out more as a plea than a definite statement. You had ran yourself ragged just preparing for this day, losing sleep and meals in an attempt to make sure everything was perfect so, if performing tonight was really what you wanted to do, he had no place to stop you.

“What if you get hurt?” You both stop walking to stare at one another, your fingers wiggling between his as your free hand reached to play with them gently.

“Then you’ll take care of me. Seriously, Felix, I’m going to be fine and we both know I have to do it anyways, I don’t have much of a say on that.” You turned to see the woman from before staring intensely at you, your hands leaving his as you gave a small smile.

“Come watch me practice. You’ll see everything is fine because I’m what?”

“Cute and clumsy?” You rolled your eyes playfully before pushing him, approaching the small huddle of your group members.

No time was wasted as you attached your earpieces, making a few sounds into your microphones to make sure they worked properly before cautiously filing onto the stage, a few of you screaming out as the large raindrops pelted against your skin.

The sound of the music fought against the sound of thunder, causing you to fall a beat behind as the choreography began. You could feel more than just Felix’s eyes on you, glancing to the side to see Momoland and A.C.E watching closely, your nerves suddenly getting to you as you tried to focus on your moves but the sudden gust of wind that blew a wave of rain into your face made it hard.

Although the look on your face was slightly amusing, adding it to the scenario was heartbreaking for the Sydney boy. He couldn’t force you and your group to come back, that would be major trouble for all of you, not to mention this was just the first step of you getting to perform on such a large platform as this so what more can he do than support you?

The sudden call of your fanchant over the water droplets pelting against the stage made you smile slightly, suppressing a laugh as Felix comically screamed to you, eventually the other boys joining in, making the rain, your drenched hair that hung over your eyes, and soggy shoes seem like nothing. You tried to push through the performance, catching yourself as you felt your feet touch large puddles forming on the ground but, the seemed scream of your groupmate startled you, the grip of their hands around your forearm as they fell bringing you with them. You landed on your side with a thud as you held on tightly to the mic, felling them help you stand as you both tried to quickly and quietly continue. You looked over briefly to give Felix a thumbs up, his hands returning the motion but with complete uncertainty, not happy with the circumstances so far.

The next minute or so was painful for everyone to watch. You were all falling like dominoes, especially you. Whether it was the puddles, the slick stage, or losing your footing, you somehow spent more time on the ground than on your feet. But, still, you stayed optimistic, only having your rap and the final chorus to go before rehearsals were over. You smiled brightly as you tried to rush to the center of the formation, falling once more but the silent yet loud crack caused your eyes to widen as your foot curled beneath you. You took deep breaths as the pain crawled up your body, creeping up your spine and around your vocal chords trying to project a scream but you only let a small whimper out. Everyone looked at you expectantly as it was your verse. You couldn’t screw up now.

You grabbed the mic just a few feet from your hands and pushed yourself up, gasping as your injured foot touched the ground, finally deciding one foot was enough as you hopped to the front, standing still as you rapped in shallow inhales, the situation riskier than before.

You were obviously hurt, everyone could see it. Your leader scurried away and told them to stop the music, leaving you dumbfounded as the only beat you had was the slight drizzle left behind from the slowly passing storm.

“(Y/n), let’s get you backstage.” One of the staff members spoke as he and Chan rushed to your side, trying to hold you steady but you pushed them away, nearly toppling over.

“What are you talking about? I’m fine, let’s finish this up.”

“(Y/N), if you can walk over here right now, you can finish practice.” Felix voice rang out, his eyes focused on you with only seriousness as you scoffed, rolling your eyes and hopping closer, his eyes squinting a bit.

“I said walk.”

Everyone seemed to grow silent, waiting for your next move. You pursed your lips and slowly set your foot onto the ground, your face contorting in pain as you applied pressure, the sudden lightning like pain causing you to cry out, Chan catching you immediately and began to guide you backstage, the boys and your group following with concerned looks, but the only one that mattered was Felix’s.

~*~

You eyed your bandaged foot before staring back at the hospital’s television screen, watching the performance once more as it played back to back just in case anyone missed you. The storm had passed long ago and your group did great, Stray Kids were amazing, EXID killed it, and VIXX looked handsome as always; if only you were there to see it all.

“Do you think I’ll be able to stay the night?” You turned your head to see Felix entering your private room with a small woman that looked and acted more as a grandmother than nurse, making you smile that she was here.

“I don’t know, Mr. Lee, (Y/N) might not be too happy about that.”

“Its fine, Nurse Chae, but thanks for being cautious of weirdos.”

She laughed at your comment before quietly dismissing herself, leaving you two alone to stare at one another. The silence and intense eye contact became too much for you as you opened your arms invitingly, beckoning him with your hands. He didn’t hesitate to approach you, crawling into your bed and wrapping your arms around one another.

“You did so well today.” You mumbled into his shoulder, pulling away to see his face, his eyes focused on your leg held up by a sling.

“How’s your leg?”

“Better, actually. I kinda feel like dancing.”

He couldn’t help but smile at your optimism, readjusting so that his arm stretched behind your shoulders, the other by his side. You had a plan today and stuck through with it, almost, and he couldn’t have been prouder of you, even if it meant you wouldn’t be able to promote with your group for your next comeback for the next month. But that surely didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy your time off.

“But, the bright side to this is that you get to stay home and rest and, when I’m not practicing, I’ll be with you or, when you don’t feel like staying in, I can bring you to me and you can stay with me and we’ll spend every day together and I get to-“

“You wanted me to get hurt, didn’t you?” Your question made a mischievous grin appear on his face, his eyebrows playful wiggling as he sat up, your head cocking to the side to look at him.

“I’m just trying to be positive like you and show you that everything will be fine, because you’re what?”

Your tongue pressed to the inside of your cheek as you recognized the statement as the one you made earlier.

“I’m dating an idiot.” You pushed him playfully, only to have him nudge at your neck with his head like a cat.

Of course, it was a bit annoying as his stray strands of hair tickled you but were you going to stop him? Definitely not.

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cinnamayroll · 7 years ago

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Could I get scenarios for the GoM +Kagami on the night they’re trying to conceive their first child? Nsfw or not, you’re choice! Thank you! Your blog is amazing btw!

Thanks a lot!!

This won’t really be nsfw

-May

Kuroko:

“_____, are you sure you are ready for this?” Kuroko asked, sitting beside you on the bed, taking hold of your hand.

You gave him a smile ad squeazed his hand. “Of course. I think we waited long enough now.” you said. It was true, you had been together for years now and your wedding wasn’t so long ago. You were more than sure that you wanted to have your child with him.

He gave you a small smile back, leaning in to press his lips gently onto yours. Both of you had shedded most of your clothes beforehand so you were only wearing your underwear now. When he leaned in, his body pressed against yours and you sighed.

Afer all the times you’d done this, it still felt like the most special thing and it made you smile into the kiss. Your hands found the way into his soft hair as he moved you two into a lying postion, spreading the kisses across your neck and collar. You watched as his light blue hair and his lips wandered down your torso until he sat on your thighs, gently looking up to from your tummy.

“I love you.” you said. Meanwhile he was slipping his hands into the sides of your panties and carefully pulled them down your legs.

“I love you too.” Kuroko answered, then adding after a few seconds, his cheeks tinted red, “You’ll be a good mother.”

Kagami:

Kagami had been a bit fidgety the entire evening. When had made you dinner he nearly dropped the bottle of wine he was holding and when he tried to carry you to the bed, you were pretty sure he almost tripped over his own feet two times. It left you giggling on the bed with his face flushed beet red.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you almost dropped me on your way to make a baby!” you laughed, but scooted closer to him and placed a hand on his thigh.

“Sh-shut up!” he scoffed and pointedly looked away. Now you almost felt bad for him. “Would you rather try another time?” he offered and the mebarrassment was clear to hear in his voice. You leaned over to kiss his cheek.

“No. I think this is actually the perfect night for this.” you whispered back.

Kagami turned his head to look back at you, a lopsided smile on his face. You didn’t even see him coming in, but in a matter of seconds you were craddled in his arms and he was pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was passionate and maybe a little rushed, but you were just as excited about this as him.

It didn’t take long for both of your shirts to be gone and you having his hands roaming all over your body.

“Taiga!” you moaned, gripping a fistfull of his hair and pulling him in for another kiss. It was a bit softer than the fist one, more feeling and less teeth, but you could clearly feel his smile against your lips. When you pulled apart again, he panted, looking at you with eyes full of admiration.

“You’re so beautiful, _____.” he said, stroking his hand over the sides of your, now bae, legs. “Let’s do this.”

And with that, he pushed you back onto the bed, preparing you for what was to come.

Kise:

“I still can’t believe we’re doing this!” Kise breathed against your neck while you were sitting on his lap, face leaning against his chest. “We’re going to have a baby, ____. We’re gonna be parents.” his excitement was hardly concealed and you could feel his hands tremble a bit against your upper arms.

“We’ll try at least. There’s no guarantee it’ll work right away.” you mubled, followed by a sharp sigh as he nibbled at the back of your neck a bit harder.

“Then we’ll try until it works.” his voice sounded right beside your ear. Not able, to resist to see his face any longer, you turned your head and met his eyes with yours.

Looking at him, like this, you were more sure than ever that he was the only one you wanted to be the father of your children.

Apparently, you didn’t only think this quietly for yourself, judging by Kise’s expression. His lips morphed into a smirk, but there was also a red tint to his cheeks now. “Aww, you relly think so,____cchi?” he cooed, playfully turning the both of you over so that he was straddling your thighs now.

“Of course.” you said, pretending to pout a bit, but you weren’t able to really roll with that. Being here with him, knowing what you were about to do, left you unable to even act like you were mad at him. Instead, you pulled him down to you for another kiss, this time more earnest and meaningful than his previous playful teasing kisses.

“Are you ready, _____?” he asked into the kiss while his hand were already buisy loosening your bra under your shirt.

“Yeah...” Your answer came in pants and you kept watching him as he proceeded to shed off his own clothes. “Let’s have a baby, Ryouta.”

Midorima:

“Shintaro, you are sure, aren’t you?” you asked your husband as he came out of the bathroom, drying off the water that still clung to his hair

Redness spread over his face in an instant and he spluttered a bit before eventually getting out a quiet: “Of course, I’ve prepared everything.”

Surely enough, the biggest vase he could find today sat on your bedside table. Honestly, it was so ridiculously ugly and eyecatching that it might have killed the mood for everyone else. But somehow, it was what made Midorima so endearing in the first place.

“Then come over here.” You patted the spot on the bed beside you on the bed and shot him a daring look. “You’ve got something to do.”

Huffing, he pushed his glasses further up his nose to hide behind his own hand, but eventually made his way over to the bed and sat down beside you.

Immediately, your hand found his and you leaned in to kiss him. It always took a moment to get Midorima going, but you wouldn’t have him any other way. Slowly, you let your hands wander up his arms until they rested on his broad shoulders.

And finally, you felt his hands doing their part as well, placed on your waist as Midorima scooted closer to you, moving his lips more in earnest than before.

Neither of you was wearing much anymore, he was only in a shirt and briefs while you were also merely wearing one of his shirts over your underwear. Taking the chance of him being distracted while kissing you, you begamen to strip of his shirt and smiled at him when he leaned back to let you take it off.

“C’mon. We’re gonna start a family.” you whispered and watched him smile back at you even if the blush still graced his face. “I love you so much, Shintaro.”

“I love you too.”

Aomine:

Aomine panted against your back as he grinded his body against your own, making you moan out loudly. Things had gotten heated on your way back from the restaurant and both you were pretty desperate by now. Still, there was something you needed to remember before you could lose yourself in this.

“Da-Daiki.” you panted against his lips. He pulled back with a smirk and raised an eyebrow at you. “Yeah?” he asked . You could basically hear the arrousal dripping from his voice and it turned you on beyong measure.

“Remember what we talked about earlier?” You were still out of breath, but now that he stopped his grinding, you could at least build some coherent sentences again. His brows furrowed for a moment before an expression of realisation hit his face and his eyes went wide.

“Well, unless you don’t want to do that yet, after a-” But he didn’t even let you finish the sentence, instead saying: “No, I want to.” before diving in for another kiss.

His hands became more gentle though and without a warning he swept you off your feet and carried you from the hallway to the bedroom. It reminded you a bit of the night of your wedding. “Ever te good husband, Daiki.” you giggled and heard him bark out a laugh as well.

“Well, I can’t spoil you, can I?” he asked and for a moment you wondered what e meant until you got dropped onto the mattress in a less than gentle way.

“Is that you you treat the mother of your future children, Daiki?”

“Mother of my children, huh? Suits you.” you heard him mutter as he crawled over you and leaned down to press kisses onto your collar. “I could get used to that.”

You loved moments like those. Because no matter how gruffy Aomine could be when he was in a mood (or just generally), times like these always reminded you why you loved him more than anything else. And why you had made the decision that he was the only peson you could ever do this with.

“I love you Daiki.” you panted, looking him straight in the eyes. “And now give me your baby.”

Murasakibara:

Big hands were spread on your hips as you kissed your husband, sitting on his lap and gripping his long, violet hair tightly. Tonight was special though. It was different from the other times you did this, because today you would be trying for a child for the very first time. It still made your whole body shudder when you thought about it.

Murasakibara’s hands wandered down your thighs and then back up, but this time under your skirt, opting to rest on your butt.

“_____chin, this was your idea, so I think you should do the work today.” he drawled when you leaned back from the kiss. Well, it certainly sounded like he wasn’t really up for this, but you knew he was. This was just your husband trying to skip out on physical activity like always. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to try to convince him.

“Really now? This is special, Atsushi. Don’t you want to do this?” you pouted at him, but were surprised when he grunted and cupped your face in his huge hands.

“I want to, ____chin. I want to have kids with you.” he said, his voice serious all of a sudden. “Because I love _____chin.”

“I love you too, Atsushi.” you said and warm flooded your chest. You couldn’t help but grin happily, even though you were sure it made you look like a dork.

However, your grin was replaced with surprise only moments later when arms suudenly wrapped around you again and you found yourself lying on your back, Murasakibara’s face hovering over you.

“I guess we can do it like this, this time.” he mumbled, but gave you a stern look. “But only if this time.”

Still, even though he tried glare at you he couldn’t keep his mouth from smiling gently and dived back in to kiss you again.

Akashi:

Your husband had done his very best to give you a really nice, memorable evening today. Strolling with you through a nearby park and watching the cherry blossom trees, then taking you for some fancy dinner and finally some rounds of slowdancing.

It was almost enough to leave you too tired to do anything else this evening, but the part that both of you looked forward to the most was yet to happen, after all.

When you arrived back at your flat, Akashi immediately leaned in for a kiss as soon as you two closed the front door behind you.

“The whole evening I couldn’t think about anything else.” he admitted and took your hand, leading you to your bedroom.

“Me neither.” you answered and let yourself sink down onto the mattress. Meanwhile, Akashi was starting to slowly take off your shoes, jacket and dress, taking off everything until you sat in front on him only with your underwear on. His eyes roamed over your body and his expression grew even more soft.

“You’re beautiful.” he murmured. “There is no one like you who I would contiunue the Akashi family with.”

One of his hand found its way to your cheek and caressed it before he captured your mouth for another kiss, using the momentum of it to get you both into a lying position.

“You’re the love of my life. And you’re going to be a perfect mother.” his praise continued while his kisses wandered down your body until he stopped at your belly button. “Are you ready to start a family with me, _____?” he softly asked, his eyes glinting.

“Yes.” His smile made you feel all giddy and you shuddered as he slipped a hand into your underwear. “I’d love to have a family with you.”

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cherryplasmids · 7 years ago

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☆ woeful pressures ☆

pairing: daenerys targaryen x reader fandom: game of thrones anon request: hi can u do a dany x reader where the reader is from a noble/royal family and dany and her have been lovers since childhood but what dany doesnt know is that the reader has been pressured all her life into being like perfect royalty and its really getting to her and dany tries to stop her from like jumping off a cliff?? ik its a harsh topic so its okay if u dont write it :)) notes: TRIGGER WARNING (suicidal thoughts/attempt) — dorhaven is a made up place. — btw, the ending is kinda trash. I didn’t know how to end it.

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The Kingdom of Dorhaven exceeded any written or artistic interpretation expressed based on its beauty. It appeared unreal at times, a fantasy unworthy of everyone who did not reside there. Everything in the region exuded absolute charming allure; the magnificent scenery, vast seas of peculiar cornflower-blue, rare species of flora and fauna, and the breathtaking indigenous people and their culture.

Daenerys was extremely grateful every time she was invited over to meet with the royal family of Dorhaven. They had been incredibly kind to her ever since her youth, taking her in as their own in her time of need. And they trusted her. From the past to the present, they promised their loyalty to her cause of creating a harmonious Westeros future. In a time where loyalty is constantly questioned, Daenerys was absolutely thrilled of having allies who were nothing but loyal. It certainly didn’t hurt that Dorhaven had the most beautiful princess in all of Westeros history.

Y/N was the exact symbol of sexy and graceful. She was everything everyone could ever want, including Daenerys. The Dragon Queen fought tooth and nail to get the princess to notice her and eventually court her. And once they did begin a relationship, nothing but utter love and worship spurred by it. Daenerys entire dream of sitting on the Iron Throne was because of you. If Cersei wins the war, Dorhaven, an incredibly rich region with extremely fertile land and numerous of wealth advantages over the other important cities of Westeros, would be under her command. She would purge the untainted area with her hateful, envious, and selfish agendas. The peaceful Kingdom of Dorhaven would collapse and become a nostalgic memory of harmony and prosperity.

Daenerys and her allies would stop at nothing in order to keep that disgusting possibility from occurring.

The unusual colored seas crashed against the tan cliff, foaming after the sudden impact. Daenerys had been watching it for quite some time from her bedroom window until you walked into her line of sight. It was such a serene sight, calming Daenerys and ridding of all the worries of impending, inevitable wars. An adoring smile set itself on her lips and after a few moments, she removed her eyes from the scene in order to give yourself some privacy.

He eyes did land on her untidy desk in which she decided to clear it up since you would be coming over later. You disliked disorganization. She shuffled between opened and closed letters from Tyrion, Jorah, and even Jon Snow. She knew each of them would be worried since she did go to Dorhaven alone without any sort of Dothraki guards to protect her. She would respond to them later after another day of rest since she wanted her attention solely on you.

When Daenerys was just about finished with cleaning, her hand grazed over a sealed letter from you which was addressed to her. With curiosity eating at her, she delicately rips open the seal and begins reading what you wrote.

My Love,

It has been over seven moons since I last saw you and the weight of the world seems not only to crash on your shoulders but mine as well.

It seems rather pathetic to even compare my troubles to yours, but when have I ever been short of being pathetic? You have several wars to worry about, as well as your inevitable coronation as Queen of the Andals and the First Men. No one would be prouder than I would be. However, I do not believe I would be attending such grand occasion. It would not be right for me to taint such a glorious moment.

Seven Moons. Seven moons since I had last laid unclothed against your bare chest. Seven moons since I had last kissed your lips with such fiery passion that the gods themselves have envied. Seven moons since I whispered indecent words that left you shaking underneath my touch. Seven moons since I last felt at ease and worthy.

The pressures of being royalty have finally have caught up, my dear. My father is ill and my mother grows old. They speak of my coronation date, which set to the near future. I am not ready for such event, for the responsibility of protecting the Kingdom and all of its inhabitants. The mere thought frightens me. I am not you, Daenerys. I was not destined for a prosperous reign where everyone loved me. I am supposed to be hidden in the shadows, behind my family’s fortune and your increasing success. I am simply unworthy to be anything more.

It is easier to be rid of me than pity me. And with my final action, I will undo all the burden I bestowed upon my family, the nation, and most importantly, you.

This is my last goodbye, Y/N

Daenerys throws the paper away from her as if It burned her. She clutches the fabric around her chest, wanting to hold her heart in order to ease the pain. Quickly dashing to the window, she observes the extremely small distance between Y/N and the edge of the cliff. The tears she had been attempting to hold in, suddenly releases as Daenerys begins sprinting towards her depressed lover.

She felt utterly devastated and blamed herself for Y/N’s overwhelming sadness. You had been incredibly helpful throughout Daenerys road to vengeance and rightful claim to the Iron Throne. On numerous occasions, You had helped her through self-loathing and mental breakdowns. There had been so many times where she wanted to give up and settle down in Braavos or Meereen, but you would bring her back to a state of ease. She credited all her success to you and all the late night reassurance.

And yet, when you needed her most, she disregarded it. She never observed the way you were too tired of simply activities or would excuse yourself from dinner. She never noticed the fact that it was her doing all the talking with you simply listening and not interrupting her in awe. She began noting every single behavioral change you exemplified and silently reprimanded herself for being immensely obtuse.

But right now, all she needed to do was to protect you from yourself.

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The wind whipped gently around you as you took steps toward the edge of the cliff. You peered down, watching the unidentifiable creatures bask in the cool foam the waves created. Their delightful purrs used to make you smile, but now, it doesn’t stir a single emotion. Nowadays, nothing made you emotional.You were tired and no extensive sleep schedule would cure it. Only one thing would, which is exactly why you were at a cliff. It had taken you months for the courage to actually get this close to the edge. All you needed now was a few moments of bravery to jump, or at least walk off.

However, now that you stood at the edge, inspecting the view down to your ultimate final destination, you hesitated. Did you really want this? It appeared to be a good idea days ago, but not anymore. Was death your desire? No, it wasn’t. You simply wanted to escape all the pressures of being future Queen and head of your house. It was a terrible burden and no matter how much your family attempted to mask it, it was clear as day. Your parents wanted to continue the legacy, but you believed you would be the cause of its downfall. No, you felt unworthy of having the responsibility of protecting the nation.

If you tried running away to any of the Free Cities of Essos, you would be discovered within days by family comrades. And no one in Dorhaven would even dare attempt to cross the Narrow Sea to start a life in Westeros. So you were stuck in a life full of redundancy and complete sadness.

Only one thing would keep you from slipping from the depths of eternal loneliness and it came in the form of violet eyes and platinum blonde hair. Daenerys kept your small ember burning longer than expected. She was the sole thing that made you emotional. She was able to love you and cherish you beyond any fathomable idea.

All in all, she made you feel worthy.

Oh lord did she stir up emotions that you didn’t believe you had. Just thinking about it made you tear up because within a few moments, you would never be able to hold her in your arms again or gaze into her unique eyes. That alone made you completely fall apart.

Your knees buckled underneath you as you sobbed into your hands, desperately wishing for the utter depression to vanish. However, the edge of the cliff began rumbling, the sudden weight causing the limestones to shift in the wrong direction. You tried scrambling to your feet but the movement only caused the stones to crumble quicker and before you knew it, your body had fallen off half the cliff. A strangled cry released from your throat. All attempts of you hauling yourself over the stable land was impossible. Your weak hands could barely hold onto the jagged rock that was slowly piercing your skin as you applied more pressure.

It made you no longer want to die.

“Help!” You screamed out. Your hand began to slip, the rock cutting into your hand, allowing blood to trail down your arm.

The Ancient Gods answered your pleas and sent an angel down to save you, to help you through your time of great need. It was the exact thing you dreamed of every night.

Daenerys violet eyes were wide with complete terror written across her face. She grabbed both of your arms in hers and roughly pulled you up to the top before dragging your a few feet away from the edge. Although you were in pain, the gigantic hole in your hand is a clear symbol, you were extremely happy to see your beautiful lover.

She was crying, her violet eyes shedding tears of both sorrow and happiness. She cradled you in her arms and you couldn’t help but reprimand yourself. You decided to just leave the life you had without any thought of who you might hurt. Daenerys didn’t deserve that type of heartbreak and you hated yourself at the thought of it.

“Daenerys,” You whispered, breaking apart from her arms to gaze at her face. You rested a hand on her cheek before releasing a stream of tears. “I’m sorry.”

The Dragon Queen stared at you with complete confusion and sadness. “There is nothing to apologize for. You have done more than enough and you are worthy of everything. Worthy of your family, your kingdom, and above all else, worthy of my love.”

A smile, a genuine smile graced your lips for the first time in months. You nodded gently, wanting to say something, to reassure her that you wanted to live as long as the Ancient Ones would allow it. But the words you wanted to say caught in your throat. Instead, you laid there with your loved one rocking you into blissful content.

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word count: 1, 871 published: december 27, 2017 edited: n/a

#daenerys targaryen #daenerys x reader #daenerys targaryen x reader #dany x reader #game of thrones #game of thrones imagine #request #femslash #ASoIaF #daenerys stormborn #daenerys targaryen imagine #daenerys imagine #angst #dragonglassx

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m-austinbooks · 6 years ago

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Favorite Victra moments? 😊 Btw, I aodre your RR songs, they are really beautiful! It's also awesome that you make the illustrations yourself. That is a queen move! You rock!

Ah thank you! You’re so kind. I’m just doing my best to be dubbed an honorary Violet haha.

Honestly, I didn’t think much of Victra initially. Sort of wrote her off as another embodiment of the Gold elite - the usual strange mix of frivolity, self-indulgence and casual cruelty. And she was such a closed book that the only frames we had to analyse her actions through were her links to Antonia and her overtly physical interest in Darrow. So instant distrust. But then she starts doing some interesting things.

Spoilers for everything up to Iron Gold ahead:

- Like shedding tears over the child casualties of some shitty Gold family’s (Falthe?) power play.

- Siding with House Augustus in the civil war, defying the very family that puts her at the comfortable apex of Society, bearing through all the hostility from Darrow’s friends and allies and flouting their predictions of betrayal.

- That first honest conversation with Darrow in the corridor where she flickers between flirtatious and vulnerable. We start to understand how much of her behaviour is a facade she thought necessary to build in order to survive in this world. We also see (imo) that she wants Darrow’s trust and respect more than his love or desire. She wants to be seen as someone good and worthy by the person she admires.

- Which explains why even at the Triumph, lying in her own blood, her last wish is to tell Darrow that she wasn’t the one to betray him.

- After her torture, her self-doubt seems to loom larger. She doesn’t care that Darrow is a Red, just that he didn’t trust her with the truth. And she still pretends to be a Golden caricature, talking of nothing but revenge. Luckily, Darrow has seen to the heart of her by now and knows that there is more to her than this.

- Her dealing with the uncomfortable reality of how House Julii treats its employees. Until then, she still seemed relatively secure in her position atop the pyramid and dismissive of those beneath her, so it was interesting to see her beginning to question her reality in this way. Her already tenuous relationship with her family and its notoriety really starts to fracture, which is fine because she finds a better house to tie herself too!

- “Bye Felicia.” And also: “Share the load. This one’s on me.” Or words to that effect.

- Her beating the crap out of Antonia. Just because she bloody deserved it.

-I genuinely just like how she calls people darling as well for some reason.

- And her relationship with Sevro, an obvious change from the tall, pretty paragons of masculinity she used to favour. To see her so happy with the antithesis of all the values that once controlled her made me happy.

I think she’s one of the main examples of how the Society constrains everyone who chooses to uphold it. Even as a child of the elite, she was taught to adopt this cold, superficial persona until she didn’t know where that ended and her real self began. I always thought of her arc as less character development and more character discovery, where everything we thought we knew of her is cleared away to reveal the true core of her. I honestly wish she had more to do in IG than go on a roaring rampage of revenge … against the wrong person, but hey, there are two more books to look forward to.

#red rising trilogy #victra au julii #victra au barca #my favourite

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spider-moon-princess · 7 years ago

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Fight me prompt, Shiori and Iba

COP AU! This one was hella fun, thank you~. BTW, watch out for language.

“He’s so perfect!”

Shiori’s eyes burned with jealousy as she eyed a group of women standing by the coffee machine, gossiping and preparing their coffees. All the pairs of eyes were on her boyfriend. He really was perfect, it used to aggravate her to no end, with his beautiful soft green eyes, perfect hair, face, beautiful features, everything about him was perfect.

But now it was aggravating that women were staring at him, right in front of her. She watched him with the group of women. He was just sitting at his desk, in his white button up shirt, loose navy blue tie, doing paperwork. He was just going about his day, looking so good. If this station was empty, she’d shove him onto his desk-

He was so annoying. Was annoying the word for him anymore? Oh God, how she used to find this rich pretty boy with his positive attitude for everything so damn annoying back when they first met. When he smiled, annoyance bubbled within her-or perhaps her heart was beating faster and her stomach had flipped for a different reason? She didn’t know, but now her heart and stomach did those things because she was in love with him. Love. She couldn’t get used to the word.

Shiori grabbed her mug of hot, black coffee and pushed past the group, grumbling curses under her breath as she stomped towards her boyfriend’s desk. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him up to crush her lips to his, maybe that’ll show them.

“Shi-Shiori!” Iba’s cheeks were dusted with pink as he straightened his shirt and tie. “We’re…out here…” He wondered what was up with her…she wasn’t one to flaunt their relationship in their precinct.

“Hachirō, you’re mine.” She whispered, her fingers lingering at his cheeks, sighing. “Don’t you forget that.”

“I-I’ve never forgotten it, not since the day we confessed our love…”

Shiori flushed this time. He was so cheesy. “I’m going to spar for a bit, I’ll see you later.”

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Iba watched his girlfriend flip another man over, sighing dreamily. She was so pretty, her long, wavy violet hair in a ponytail, flipping behind her as she sparred. He went over and wiped her sweat with a towel, surprising her. Iba smiled as he saw her cheeks redden, and she swatted his hand away gently, her manner of saying she liked the action. “Hachirō, fight me.”

Chuckling, he continued patting her forehead and nodded. Her tone was much more different than when they had met. “Fight me!” She said so angrily, annoyed, with a glare in her cyan eyes. It was her response to everything and everyone. She wanted to prove that she was better in hand-to-hand, with a gun, making arrests. She had always been endearingly competitive to him. Shiori had something to prove in this male-dominated job, and she was certainly pulling her weight. Iba as her partner and boyfriend supported her. Her “fight mes” were now said with a hint of affection when she said them to him. “Very well, Shiori, I’ll spar with you.”

The remaining officers cleared the room, knowing they weren’t going to get any more use out of the sparring area.

They circled around each other like panthers circling their prey, but with no intent to kill. Iba made the first move, lunging at her, but she quickly feinted right, avoiding his hands. Shiori made the next move, and successfully caught him in his her grasp, attempting to flip him on his back. Iba hooked his leg around hers and tripped them both to the ground, pinning her underneath him. He chuckled lightly as she tried to rip out of his grasp, but she didn’t make any desperate attempts to get out of his grasp. Iba tenderly brushed his lips against hers, his brown hair tickling her face. “Ah-ah, seems like it’s my win today, Dearest.” He brushed his nose against hers and kissed it.

“Goddamn it, Hachirō,” She sighed but blushed, her heart was overfilling with feelings for him. She felt his grasp loosen and took the opportunity to roll him onto his back and pin his wrists down. A little smirk graced her lips and she crushed her lips to his, letting her tongue dance with his.

She left him breathless. He could feel her hot breath on his cheeks. “…can we call that a draw, Darling?” Her violet locks tickled his cheeks. Being pinned underneath her wasn’t a bad sight either. His eyes traced her curves until they met her cyan eyes.

“Shut up, Hachirō.” She flicked his forehead. “Down. I’m on duty until evening.”

“Ouch…” He sat up and pouted. “What a shame that is, Dearest.” Iba’s arm grabbed her waist and pulled her into him, his lips softly pressing against her forehead. “I’ll meet you at home. I’ll have a nice bath running for you with vanilla candles, a bath bomb, and rose petals. I’ll even have a glass of wine waiting for you.” He whispered in her ear, causing her to shiver in his embrace. “Mm? What do you say to that?”

She flushed and quickly stood up. “F-fine…just…” She dropped her voice to a whisper. “Make sure you’re in that bath.”

Iba let out a light laugh and stood up. “Deal, Dearest. I’ll see you later.” He gave her hand a squeeze and let it linger as he left the room.

After finishing in the shower and pulling on his pants, he was finishing buttoning up his white shirt.

“Yo, Hachirō!” Shinpachi clapped his back as he opened the locker next his. He pulled out his clothes and tossed them on the bench.

“Hello, Nagakura-san.” Iba bowed his head and continued buttoning his shirt. Before he could continue their conversation, a loud conversation made them turn their heads.

“You got thrown on your back real good back then by Kaneko, Kimura.” Roars of laughter sounded by the the locker room on the other side.

“Aw, shut up, Maeda. She’s stronger than she looks.”

“Bet her body’s as nice as it felt, huh?”

Iba clenched his fist as he paused his movements. He didn’t like that one bit. He’ll let it slide, just this once.

“You don’t even know. I’d tap that ass if I could. Maybe I should spar with her next time.”

“She’ll toss you on your ass, Goto.”

“Speaking of asses we’d tap, what about that prosecutor that’s been coming around?”

“Ah, Miura, yeah. She’s not too bad on the eyes, she has a nice rack too.”

“Nah, Kaneko has a better body.”

“Miura has a better ass.”

“That’s it!” Shinpachi charged towards them and punched the nearest officer standing to him. “Shut the fuck up!” He clenched his fists. “You bastards, how the fuck do you speak so disrespectfully!” He threw out another punch which set them all off.

Iba rushed over to help Shinpachi, resulting in a brawl. Punches were being thrown, bodies were noisily being flung against the lockers which attracted the attention Captain Hijikata who was passing by with Sanosuke. They entered the men’s locker room and broke up the fight.

“Shinpachi!” Hijikata roared. “Stop!”

Sanosuke used his long arms to push them away from each other. “Calm down, you idiots!”

“STOP THIS IMMEDIATELY.” Hijikata’s voice boomed and it had everyone stopping in their tracks. “Get in my office, all of you!” He barked, storming out of the locker room.

They filed in after him.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Nagakura threw the first punch, Captain.”

“I don’t fucking care. What the hell was that? For fuck’s sakes you’re worse than inmates!” Hijikata ran a hand through his short, black hair.

“Allow me to explain, Captain Hijikata…” Iba cleared his throat. “…They were saying disrespectful things about Officer Kaneko and Prosecutor Miura. Awful, misogynistic comments about them.” He clenched his fists, trying to keep his voice steady. His soft green eyes glared at the other officers.

“I expect this shit from Shinpachi, but I can’t believe you were mixed into this, Hachirō.” Hijikata sighed, shaking his head. “And you idiots, those kinds of comments are prohibited. Fucking prohibited. That officer and prosecutor you were talking shit about are both hard workers. Next time I hear any sort of shit like this, I’m sending you to a sexual harassment class.” Hijikata crossed his arms. “Get the hell out of my office, all of you!”

Shinpachi and Iba remained in his office as the others filed out.

“Hijikata-san! You shouldn’t have let them off so damn easy!” Shinpachi clenched his jaw, wincing at the pain in his face. “They were saying shit about Etsu!”

“I didn’t appreciate the comments made about Shiori either…” Iba said lowly.

“I know. They’re…friends. Kaneko’s one of our finest and Miura has helped solved numerous cases. Talented, the both of them. I don’t appreciate the comments, and if I ever hear shit like that again, I’ll be making suspensions and taking overtime away.” Hijikata crossed over to his chair and sat in it.

He sighed as he heard loud footsteps and the door to his office bust wide open.

“What the fuck happened?” Shiori followed by Etsu entered and went over to their respective boyfriends. They had been given a short explanation by Sannosuke and Shiori had charged out when she heard that Iba was involved in a brawl.

Etsu’s brows furrowed in concern. “Honey Bear…your face…you’ve got bruises…” She gave his hands a squeeze. “Why did you get in a fight, Shin?”

“Shit happens…y’know…let’s go.” Shinpachi pulled her out of the office by her hand, giving it a slight squeeze.

“Who the fuck messed up your face? Which son of a bitch’s chops am I gonna bust? Who the fuck was the fucker that did this fucking shit to you?” Shiori was glaring at the bruises on his face and his busted lip.

“Language. You kiss me with that tongue, Dearest?” Iba sighed and took her hand in his.

“Shut up and tell me which fucker am I going after.” She cast her cyan eyes onto their Captain. “Captain Hijikata?”

“It’s not within my authority to tell.” He gave them a sly smile. “But I’ll pretend I didn’t hear anything if Hachirō says anything.” He’d love to see them all get their chops busted by one of his best officers.

“Shiori, is it my looks? Do you love me for my looks?” Iba feigned a pout.

“It’s the fact that they fucking hurt you and it shows.” Her fingers gently slid down his cheek.

“Get Hachirō treated, Kaneko.” Hijikata pointed to the door.

“Yes, sir.” Shiori continued to grumble under her breath as Iba squeezed her hand as they walked out.

His usual soft eyes were fierce as they walked past the group of officers he’d fought. His jaw clenched at the thought of any of them laying their slimy hands on his girlfriend.

“Hachirō, my hand.” Shiori tapped the back of his hand with her other one. “A little tight there.”

“I’m sorry, Darling.” He released her hand and placed it on the small of her back, guiding her forward.

She could tell something was bothering him, but she made a note to ask about it later.

–

Sighing, Shiori settled into the bathtub next to her boyfriend. After having Etsu put ointment on his bruises, since she had some things to finish. Like Iba had said, when she came home, dinner had been cooked and the bath had been as he’d described it.

Iba buried his face into her neck and he pulled her close. “Shiori…I…would prefer it if you wouldn’t spar with other men besides the men in our friends group?”

“Could it be what that brawl was about? Some stupid sexual comments those idiots made?” Shiori had heard it from Etsu after she’d gotten it out of Shinpachi. She leaned against his chest.

“Yes. They bothered me…that they would talk about you in such a manner, as well as other women.” He shut his eyes, enjoying the feel of her skin against his under the water.

“Hachirō, they don’t mean shit. If they make a pass at me or anyone else, I’ll split their skulls open.”

“And I have no doubt, Dearest. I know you can handle them.” Iba kissed her cheek. “…I just…hate it. That other men look at you in such a way.”

Shiori laughed at the irony. “…Honey Pie, women look at you too in the same manner men look at me, I guess. I’m not particularly attractive though.”

Iba gasped and shook his head. “Shiori! You’re absolutely beautiful.” He kissed her shoulder, murmuring against her skin. “Every bit of you. Don’t put yourself down. You define beauty itself.”

Red colored her cheeks. “Right back at you, Iba Hachirō, you and your stupidly perfect looks.” She ran her fingers through his brown hair. “But you’re all mine.”

“I am, and you’re mine too.” Iba captured her lips and let his hands roam her body as hers roamed his body.

#Iba x Shiori #cop au #some floof #eevee answers a prompt #iba hachiro #oc #hakuoki

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cutiecrates · 5 years ago

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Cutie Reviews: NMNL Oct 19

For this month Tokyo Catch has been running a promotion, where if you spent enough money to equal or value past 600 points, you receive a free Crane Game ticket per-day. I was disappointed to learn these couldn’t be stacked, but I figured may as well get use out of them by practicing. Now, I only found out about this like a week ago, and would you believe the other day I actually won something in one try?! I was completely stunned, I really wasn’t expecting that to happen.

I won’t spoil what it is though, when it comes in the mail I’ll take a pic :3 I’ll give you a hint though, it’s Pokemon related~

Meanwhile, I’m sure you see the 2 boxes here, right? If you’re new to the blog or missed the explanation for this “incident”- basically, Tokyo Treat accidentally sent me 2 of the same box (the copy came about a month later I think). I contacted them about this and they told me it was a mistake on behalf of their database, but I was free to keep it. So they are the same, but some variations are different.

“Are you ready to celebrate Halloween? In Japan, everone loves dressing up and even though scary and spooky looks are popular, so are the cute and colorful ones. That’s why we’ve included makeup, skincare, and more inspired by Harujuku, the trendiest place in Tokyo! We hope you’re excited for this month’s spooky beauty box!“

Contest

This month, the contest was based on Pumpkin-themed products for the face; such as eye shadow, a sleeping pack, and some duo pads for cleansing.

Glam Gift

Meanwhile, Kuromi has returned in the form of the special box in NMNL with a little of everything. I love the pouch and hand cream ♥

Horoscope

Of course, for Halloween this months featured “characters you should dress-up as for Halloween“. Which one did you get from this list?

Aries: Sailor Moon Taurus: Marilyn Monroe Gemini: Maleficent Cancer: Cruella de Vil Leo: Merida Virgo: Hermione Granger Libra: Hello Kitty Scorpio: Wednesday Adams Sagittarius: Harley Quin Capricorn: Elsa Aquarius: Zombie Alice Pisces: Ursula

I was so excited to get Hello Kitty ♥ You guys know how much I love her, although, I do wish they had included more anime/manga/video game characters.

Acupressure Face Mask

This is a great item if you’re going to be spending Halloween indoors or want to work on your glowing complexion. All you do is put it on for 1 minute a day and rub over the pressure points (I could be wrong, but the box has a picture of someone doing it), then you take it off. It has two sets of straps for a comfortable fit.

This is a product by Lucky Wink, the same people who made those adorably massage kitty pads we got a couple months back. Because I love cats I really like the concept behind these items, and I really like to use the kitty paws. I’m not 100% sure how I feel about this because it actually kind of hurts a little (I use the tighter straps though, if I use the loose ones I don’t feel like it does anything), and the skin around my eyes feel a bit tightened afterwards. But at the same time, I don’t hate it, and it looks like it has been having some effect on the skin. I also like that it doesn’t feel inconvenient to use.

Pumpkin Rejuvenate Mask & Bling Cat Eye Patch

We are lucky to get 2, really cute face masks this month. First up is this natural mask by Esfolio, made from pumpkin (and several other plants) to improve skin elasticity and glow, while leaving out harmful items like MIT, CMIT, parabens, mineral oil (I actually thought that was supposed to be good), and silicone.

I really like this one! It smells a little like flowery pumpkin (its a very faint pumpkin smell), and even though I wiped off most of the product, it adheres to the skin amazingly. This is always something I look for in a face mask because I find they work a lot better than the other ones- the ones I usually have to lay back for while using to make sure they stay on. With winter still in the process of passing, my skin has been needing something like this as of late, and its been feeling pretty nice since I used it a few days ago.

This is suggested as a “1 a day mask“ worn for 15-20 minutes. If you can find it I would recommend picking up a few.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Our other mask is once again for the eyes, and shaped like a cat :3 perfect for Halloween. By Tony Moly (a brand I really like!), these masks will moisturize, soften, and brighten the skin around your eyes, it’s the purrfect partner for the acupressure mask~

This one has a strong lotion-ish scent I found to be pleasant, and it’s kept on the same amount of time as the previous mask, 15-20 minutes. I decided to use this after the acupressure mask and it felt so soothing, I really liked it. My eyes were feeling tired and tight by that point, and I felt like they were more awake and comfortable afterwards.

I would recommend both of these masks, they both earned S+ (which is even better than an A) in my books!

Nail Stickers

Our next item is by a cute (patent pending) nail sticker pack from the brand Mew Girl. As you can see, this is our first variant in the box too; my original came with the juicy orange sheet, the copy got pinky flowers. Besides these 2, there was 5 other sheets we could get featuring their own funky, colorful, or sweet high quality stickers.

What I think is really fun is that not only do we get the little stickers, but we also have a sticker of the sheet name, and the frame image is also its own sticker, so you could use it for a journal, or just to draw a fun picture or add some flare to an item if you wanted.

The stickers are easy to peel and I really like them, the only issue I have is that I had to pretty much destroy the clear wrapping over one of the sheets just to get a closer look at it. I really don’t know why it was so hard considering how delicately I was doing it, but it was like glued to it, so it ripped apart with little effort. I think it will be okay though, because I keep my nail stuff in something away from all the dust and cat hair.

I plan on using them very soon when I do my nails; so keep an eye out for that in some upcoming pictures ;3

Happy Halloween Bath Powder

After a long night of enjoying the holiday or to take your mind off of things, we get this packet filled with a bright orange bath powder. It’s moisturizing for the skin and includes extracts of peach and vitamin E, and includes a delicious aroma of milk and Japanese tea.

Honestly, I don’t get that smell at all. To me it smells exactly like... have you ever tried those “healthy alternative fizzy water drink machines” where you add flavoring?. It smells like the orange soda flavor; I could pinpoint the scent immediately, but I really like it.

For as vibrant as this product is, there isn’t any sort of skin stainage after using it (at least none I could see, I only used a little of it in the sink, but I kept my hand in it a long time), and my skin felt pretty smooth and soft. You also get a lot of the powder and the scent lasts a good while afterwards.

Fate Grand Order x Sanrio makeup palette

I think I said this in the last review, but while I’m not big on crossovers, I really like any that involve Hello Kitty or Sanrio :D I was really intrigued, and excited, when I saw this fun item. As you can tell, both boxes came with Merlin, but there was also Mash Kyrielight, and Gilgamesh. I know nothing about this series, but I think out of the 3 choices (namely the palette colors), I definitely would have chose Merlin so I’m glad I got this one. But I kinda wish maybe I got 2 different ones.

I’ll just say now that I don’t know FGO, I heard of it but I never checked it out or anything. So I know nothing about this character, but they look interesting. I really wish we got more makeup items based on game/anime/manga series~

I love how this looks like a book, it’s so cute. I also like how the packaging has a little window on top, to demonstrate the colors inside. I didn’t include a demonstration pic like normal because the product is extremely light, so it didn’t show up well in the picture. My observations include:

Lips - the product barely added color (and I tried to apply a good amount of it). But it is smooth, it isn’t greasy like most lip x cheek products.

Cheeks - much more visible, you only need a little to blend for a rosy cheek look. It feels very light and again no grease.

Eye-shadow - extremely light, the two darker shades are just barely visible, but you get a love shimmer and its perfect if you like soft, natural shades. Again, it’s very light feeling too.

Keeping this in mind, I like this product. Not only because of the cuteness factor, but because I’m someone who prefers the shimmery softness and natural/cute pink hues, so it’s a pretty good palette for me. The makeup is light enough to avoid feeling like its being caked on too.

Pop Devil Color Treatment

Not gonna lie, this item confused me a bit; but I love its pastel coloring and cute character design. This came in 3 variations based on Korean trending colors at the time: ash pink, ash lilac, and ash violet.

Okay, so what confused me is that this is described as being a hair colorant while treating the hair as well. According to the book, you just apply it to damp hair and leave it in 5-15 minutes, then wash it out really well. As far as I know this does not color your hair. I’ve tried it multiple times and saw no difference, but to be fair to the product I don’t know if you’re supposed to be use the ENTIRE thing in once, or if there’s something we’re missing in the instructions.

However, as a treatment item, the hair I tested it on (I did test both colors btw) feels really smooth and soft, and its shinier; it just feels a little bit more healthy than it did prior to using it. It has a strong smell though (I can’t really describe it) and by the 10 minute mark of letting it set, I was beginning to feel a little out of it. The scent lingers after you wash it (as of now it’s been almost 4 hours), but its much more bearable by now.

Momocos Fruit Gloss

This is our final item, and if you’ve been here before you might recognize the pink and blue tube. Because a few months back in KiraKira Crate, we were given the Momocos Fruit Gloss :3 I REALLY like it, it’s one of my favorites to frequent because the wand feels nice, its smooth on the lips, and it smells wonderful~

For this month, besides the Cherry one, we could also get the Mango gloss, Orange, or Peach. Because I already had cherry, I sorta wish I got 2 different ones because I’d love to be one step closer to having a full collection (I’m sure its on the Japan Haul website tho, so I’ll probably be doing it soon enough ;3). But at the same time, it doesn’t hurt to have a spare. By now mine seems so dull in comparison, and the colors have began mixing.

However... I think this new one might also be broken somewhere. When I opened the box I saw spillage in it, and the tube is a bit sticky. I can’t find any sort of damage and it was sealed- but somehow it came out. What’s also funny is that the wand has a gradient, while my other one is vibrant pink.

The mango one is equally delicious in scent and taste, but I feel like out of the whole line it would be my least favorite. It’s not as good as cherry, and I’m pretty sure I will like the other 2 more... maybe when I get them I’ll do a small blog comparing them.

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Content - 4.5 out of 5. I loved everything, and all of the items work and only a couple of them are one-time uses, which is another quality I like. But I was a little disappointed that we didn’t get anything that was... mysterious, spooky, fun, like our prior Halloween makeup boxes. I also wish we got more variety as to where the items are used, like before.

Theme: 2.5 out of 5. Sadly I feel like this suffered. We honestly only got a couple items that bring to mind Halloween, while the rest just sort of... accent it. Like people link Cats with Halloween, but these items don’t make me think of Halloween, they make me think of cats.

Total Rank: 8 out of 10. The items are really good and I love each one, but I’m missing the variety. I like “all over beauty“, why should only my face feel good? The theme was spot-on for the month of October, but the items weren’t. As a side note though, since my Birthday is in October, I like how I got a lot of items that involve things I like. I would strongly recommend this box, unless you wanted something with a stronger Halloween vibe.

♥ Cutie Scale ♥

Palette - As sheer as the product is, I really like it. It’s very sweet looking, and the packaging is super-cute~

Eye Mask - It felt so good and it smells even better.

Bath Powder - I was a bit shocked by the vibrant (almost blood colored) colorant, but it smells yummy and it felt really nice on the skin.

Pumpkin Mask - It smelled good and it clung to the skin perfectly, which doesn’t happen often with face masks for me. I kinda want to get another one.

Acupressure Mask - It kinda hurts a bit to use, but like I said, I don’t hate it enough to not want to use it again.

Lip Gloss - As much as I like this brand, and the products; considering one made a mess (but its still usable) and I’m not extremely crazy about the mango one... its not my favorite.

Hair Treatment - It feels really nice in the hair, but unless I missed something it won’t actually change your hair color or tint or anything. It was kind of a letdown.

Nail Stickers - I just feel like I’m less-likely to use this one. I really like them though.

#cutie reviews #nmnl

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Mark My Words (Klance Soulmate AU) - Part One

Idk how this happened, i started writing this kind of accidentally BUT HERE, TAKE IT. I finished it instead of working on chapter 7 of Fate’s Predicament lol OOPS. I hope you enjoy it! There will probably be a second and final chapter btw :)

AO3

Wattpad

In a world where people are born with marks showcasing the first words they’ll ever hear from their soulmate, some people have common and beautiful words or phrases; others…not so much.

When Lance had come aboard the spaceship, he hadn’t even thought about what would happen to his soulmate.

But now that Hunk had voiced his own concerns, Lance became painfully aware of the mark on his leg. He was, like almost everyone, born with it, and it had grown along with him, stretching in tandem with his tanned skin, like a birth mark.

A faint “fuck you” imprinted in his inner leg.

He had been mercilessly teased for it. The fact that his soulmate’s first words to him would be “fuck you” made him both wanna laugh and cry.

The thing is…over the years, many people had said that to him. He knew he could get on people’s nerves, and, when he did, they sometimes gave him that less than articulated response. Especially his siblings. When in lack of a comeback just tell people to go fuck themselves, and all is right with the world.

So, as time went by, he kind of just tried to forget the words marking his body - and their importance.

Lance liked to live in the moment, and he believed that what was meant to be, would be.

But now…now he was in space - who knows how far away from Earth at this point - and had no idea of when he would come back, if he ever did.

He couldn’t help but think about it. What did his soulmate have tattooed in them? How did they feel about them? Were they looking for him? How were they doing? Were they drinking enough water? Had Lance already met them? If not, would he ever?

Not everyone ended up with their soulmates. Some people didn't even have soulmates, and they were okay with that. There were as many sad stories out there as there were happy ones. Some people simply found solace and love in someone else. Other people searched forever.

Maybe one of those two would be his case.

“Do you think we can be soulmates with aliens? They have marks too, right?” Hunk continued. “Maybe…maybe our soulmates are in the ship!” He gasped. “Lance! What if we’re soulmates?!”

Lance snorted. “Like you ever cussed someone out in your life.”

“Oh…right. And what if-”

“I don’t know, Hunk. What happens, happens. I think we’ll be fine.”

He didn’t think they’d be fine. Despite never having put too much thought into it, Lance would like to one day meet his soulmate. And all of this space thing just seemed to make it a lot harder.

He used to abuse the art of pick-up lines, which increased his chances of getting a “fuck you” as a response. If he did, he could feed on the hopes that, maybe, he had just met his soulmate.

Deep within him, he knew it didn’t make sense, since the person would probably recognize the line, but it still gave him that little bit of hope. Even if he always ended up disappointed.

It would be nice meeting his soulmate, but he had a gut feeling that he either already had or never would.

“I mean…my mark says ‘nor are you’. Isn’t that pretty weird? It’s so unusual! I wonder what they’re like…”

“Yeah…i wonder what mine is like, too…”

Keith entered the room, his attentive, violet eyes looking around.

“Oh, hey Mullet.” Lance greeted, smiling lazily.

Keith rolled his eyes. “Fuck you, Lance.”

“I know you wanna.” Lance winked. “Oh, come on, i was trying to be nice!” He laughed when Keith glared at him.

Lance couldn’t catch the other boy’s blush as he had already turned around. "You do a shit job at it."

“Keith!” He continued, drawing out the ‘i’. “Where are you going?”

“My room.”

“You’re always holed up in there now.” He muttered.

“I guess.”

“Stay with us a bit. Why would you go there to just be alone like always? You can do whatever it is you’re gonna do there, here.” He paused and then widened his eyes. “…You can do almost everything here. Please don’t take that too literally.”

“I’m not you!” He blurted out, childishly.

“What? I totally get it, man. I just don’t wanna watch it.” He smirked, looking contemplative. “Well…”

“I’m leaving now.” Keith said through gritted teeth.

“Come back soon, and call me if you need any help!” Lance laughed.

“Again, fuck you.”

“You keep saying that! But i’m not like you, Keith, i don’t have to always be at it.”

“Lance…” Keith whined, exasperatedly, with his face buried in his hands and not knowing why he was still standing there, taking the jabs without being able to answer back. He felt paralyzed.

“Maybe you’re my soulmate!” Lance suddenly announced, eyes widened.

“What?!” Keith now stood straight as a board - which was somehow ironic -, all of his blood had suddenly rushed to his face and he felt dangerously light headed.

The other boy started laughing hysterically while Hunk just stared at the whole scene, looking at them like they were bat-shit crazy. “I’m kidding! Relax! You looked like you were gonna die from lack of oxygen!”

Keith spluttered. “It’s just- you’re ridiculous!”

“You guys are dumb.” Hunk deadpanned.

Keith sighed and finally found the strength to leave the room.

“What’s his problem?” Lance mumbled.

★★★

After dinner, they all gathered in the common room talking, like they often did.

“Well,” Shiro began after Hunk brought up the soulmate topic. “My soulmate mark is…pretty generic.” He chuckled. “'Hello’. But…i think that when the person does come along…you realize it. That it’s the hello you’ve been waiting for.” He discreetly glanced at Allura, who looked distracted. “I guess not everyone’s the same, though.” He finished, quietly.

Lance snorted. “My true love’s first words to me are ‘fuck you’, so…”

“You deserved it…” Keith mumbled under his breath.

“What?”

“I said mine is worse.” He answered, louder.

“Oh, yeah!” Hunk exclaimed. “You never talked about yours.”

“It’s not something i enjoy talking about.” He mumbled. “I never really wanted to meet my soulmate, it’s not something that particularly interests me.”

Because he was scared.

“How could you say that?” Lance asked, sounding almost offended. “I’d love to meet mine. Even if they’re probably kind of an asshole.” He snorted.

Keith rolled his eyes and sagged against the couch. “Wow, Lance, i bet you’d be a great boyfriend.”

“You know it, babe.” He winked.

Hunk laughed. “You two are always flirting, jeesh.”

“We’re not-!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Hunk interrupted. “Anyway, what does your mark say, Keith?” He asked, excitedly.

“I’m not telling any of you. You’ll hold it over me forever.”

“But-!”

“Nope.”

“You suck.” Lance deadpanned.

“Yeah, i do.” Keith smirked for a second before he realized what he had just said, eyes widening. “Uh…”

The blue eyed boy started laughing hysterically. “I can’t believe you!”

Keith wanted to die.

“I bet it’s some emo crap.” Pidge murmured.

“What’s yours, Pidge?” Keith rushed to ask, trying to ignore Lance practically crying tears of joy by his side.

“Um…well, uh…i don’t think it matters. I’m also not very interested in all that soulmate stuff.” She blushed prettily.

“Pidge!” Lance whined, sobering up. “Come on! If it doesn’t matter, why can’t you tell us?”

“Because it doesn’t matter!” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Pidge! Please!” Hunk pleaded, drawing out the vowels.

“Yeah, come on!” Allura joined in, smiling.

She groaned, unable to resist their pleading. “Fine! I’ll tell you. But if anyone ever mocks me, i will end them. I don’t care about Voltron. I will kill whoever dares laugh.” She said all this while looking straight at Lance, earning her a nervous chuckle from the boy.

“Go ahead!”

“Okay, well…” She cleared her throat. “My soulmate mark is on my back and it says…” She grumbled. “…It says 'oh no, you’re hot’.” Pidge begrudgingly admitted, sighing.

Lance gasped and quickly hid his face in a pillow, doing his best to remain serious after she glared at him fiercely.

“Does…does that mean-” He had to take a deep breath. “Does that mean your- your soulmate is a meme lover?”

“It might not have anything to do with memes!” She snapped.

“Hey, you should be happy!” Said Hunk. “Your future lover finds you attractive.”

She scoffed. “Yay.”

“Allura, what’s yours?” Shiro asked.

“Well…” She sighed. “My mark says 'hi’.” She laughed bitterly. “The Universe wasn’t very imaginative…”

“Do you think there’s any chance you’ve already met them…?”

“I’m not sure…I’ve never felt that strongly for anyone…I’ve never felt that 'a-ha!’ moment, you know? But…i guess it’s possible. Many people have told me 'hi’…maybe i should’ve been paying more attention.”

“Yeah, i get that....” He mumbled.

“Ah!” Coran sighed, upon entering the room. “I very much enjoy talking about soulmate marks! It’s so interesting! Sadly, my soulmate died along with Altea…” He smiled sadly, trying to hide how much it truly affected him. “But she was wonderful…my mark says 'I love your eyes’ and hers said 'wow’.” He laughed wholeheartedly. “She was lovely…”

They talked for a little while longer until Keith stood up.

“Well, i’m going to my room.”

“Yes, again. Go to your hole, then…” Lance said bitterly.

“Quit whining. If you miss me that much, join me.”

“With pleasure.” The boy grinned.

“Goodbye!” Keith said a little louder than necessary, bolting to safety.

When he was already out of the room, they could still hear him scream “You better not actually come, Lance!”.

★★★

It was a little past midnight when someone knocked on Keith’s door. He quickly got up and opened it, ready to jump into action.

A casual looking Lance stood on his doorway.

“Ugh, what do you want?” He asked, groggily, his brain rapidly going back to sleep now that he knew everything was fine.

“What does your soulmate mark say?” Lance asked rather seriously.

“I- what? Why do you care so much?”

“I need to know…for- for science.”

“Oh my God, you’re such a dork.”

“And you’re an annoying emo. What’s your mark say?”

Keith sighed. “Can we not have this conversation now?”

“Why do you have to keep it a secret?! It can’t be that bad. Are you just trying to keep your broody, mysterious image?”

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

“Keith! Why can’t you just tell me?!” Lance snapped, entering the room.

Keith closed the door and groaned. “And why do you have to know?!”

“Because i do!”

“Why?!”

“What if we’re soulmates?!” Lance screamed, before gulping, seemingly calming down. “What if we’re soulmates, Keith? I’ve been thinking about this subject a lot more lately, and…what if? You know?” He sighed, sitting on the unmade bed.

“I- uh. I don’t know.”

“I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t share it. Like…i know we’re probably not soulmates, since you hate my guts, but…i don’t know what i expected coming here. Can you just forget this ever happened? I need to go back to sleep, this is all just sleep deprivation.” He laughed tiredly.

Lance got up but Keith stopped him. “Wait.” He gulped. “Why would you think i hate you? You’re the one who seems to hate me.”

“Why would i hate you?!”

“Why would i?!”

“Well-” He sighed again. “I don’t know…”

“Exactly." Keith answered more softly. "Look...i know i don't really show it, but i- i kinda don’t dislike you, i guess." He grumbled, quickly facing away.

Lance tried to grin cockily at that, but he couldn’t hide his flustered state. “Psh, you love me!”

“Shut up, nerd.” Keith turned away, not wanting the other boy to see his terribly red stained skin.

“Well, i don't dislike you either, if we're being honest.” Lance grumbled. “And…i respect your decision to not talk about your mark. Sorry i came here and basically attacked you…i’m just not in a great place right now.”

“Thanks.” He gulped. “I- i get it. And it doesn’t mean i’ll never share my mark with you. All of you. I’m just not ready yet. But, uh, if you need to talk about it…”

“Thanks, i’ll be fine though. In any case, goodnight.” He turned to leave.

“Yeah, goodnight.”

After Lance left, Keith sighed and let himself fall on his bed, thinking about his mark and all that it implied.

He thought back to the moment he’d first met Lance at the Garrison. The annoying boy had strode over to him and stuck out a hand. “Nice mullet. Do you also ride a Chevy?”

Keith had immediately recognized the phrase as the mark he had on his thigh, but his instinct had still been deadpanning a well deserved “fuck you” to which Lance had scoffed before actually presenting himself and leaving after being rewarded with Keith’s silence, seeing as he was still too busy making sure his heart wouldn’t leap out of his mouth.

He sighed and closed his eyes. How funny that fate had brought them together like that. Despite being scared, the boy knew he should let Lance know one of these days. Maybe he’d actually recognize the line. But for now Keith preferred to deepen their friendship and get used to it. He needed more time to fully accept it.

He ran his hand on his left thigh, where he knew the small mark was, imagining a better future. One where he wasn’t so afraid.

Part 2 coming soon!

#mark my words #voltron legendary defender #klance #fanfic #fic rec #soulmate au #vld #my writing #keith kogane #lance mcclain #takashi shirogane #shiro #pidge gunderson #allura #coran #shallura #ao3 #netflix

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