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mingi-bubu · 3 years ago

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dear god i’m in still my xukun brainrot (are we surprised, it’s actually 25/8) but i am also up for some uh angsty stuff i love always love me some >:( until happy ending like just tug at my heart strings pls i like to be hurt and i’m not saying i’m hoping you’ll write something angsty + happy ending with xukun but i am saying that -A.

LIKE THE ONE WITH ZEREN oh my god that was so perfect -A.

dakdsjf;lkadsj 25/8 i- but yes, we all know i love writing angst >:) with a happy ending :P (also the fact that i had to go back and read the zeren thing. 🤡)

this is my first attempt at any type of superhero thing so.. its mainly based off of the copious amounts of batman and miraculous ladybug fics ive been reading lately and the fact i’ve been watching smallville. kinda like a superhero who gets powers like in ml but living in a place like gotham and trying to live a normal life like clark <3 it is implied that it takes place in the dc universe, or at least in a universe where batman and superman are heroes there

warnings of swearing, allusions to mind control, brief mentions of murder by animal in forest but nothing descriptive, the rabbit spirit is just an ancient lil dude and it says what it says, a nice kiss at the end, and of course as always our yn is they/them <333

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“This isn’t fair,” you protest, trying to give the box back to your mother.

“This isn’t about fairness,” she says sternly, “it’s about doing what’s right and honorable.”

“I didn’t ask to become the next one in line.”

“I didn’t either. In fact, I firmly believed that my older brother was better for the job. But your grandmother didn’t and here we are now.” She pushed the box back to you, her hands coming to rest on your shoulders. Her voice grew gentler, “I know that this is difficult. I am probably the only person in your life right now that can understand how difficult this is. But you need to pick up the mantle. Everyday I get older and everyday I can feel that in battle...” She trails off, her gaze looking through you rather than at you. “It won’t be long until our enemies, our city’s enemies, figure that out and use it against us.”

“But, but,” you stumble over your words, trying to grasp at any thread to keep you from taking on this great responsibility. Your fingers tighten around the box, the corners digging in. “I don’t know anything! I’m not trained for this!”

“And you aren’t being sent into the field just yet, my love,” your mother reassures, brushing your hair away from your face. “I can last until you’re out of high school and are trained... I have to.”

“Ma...” You steel yourself as well as you can, “Can I have a few days to think about it? To acclimate myself to the idea?”

You mother presses a kiss to your head, smoothing your hair down. “Of course. Training can start after your midterms.”

After she leaves your room, you sit on your bed, setting the box down next to you. You know your mother will be using it until you’re ready, but she wanted you to get to know what you’ll be working with. With who you’ll be working with. Tùzǐ was the spirit that would give you the abilities to do what your mother does. Enhanced senses, faster healing, the ability to jump higher and further than a normal human. Tùzǐ is channeled through a bracelet, though once you take full ownership of the role, Tùzǐ can be channeled through whatever wearable item you wish. According to your family records, your great-grandfather literally had a lucky rabbit’s foot.

---

It’s been several years since that conversation with your mother. Lù Tù, or Green Rabbit, has now become your role, though a secret one from your civilian friends. It was hard at first trying to balance your regular life, like academics and friends, with your superhero life, but with your family helping you and supporting you, it did become much easier. You keep secret your true life, but still you wear the characters for Tùzǐ around your neck, 兔子 proudly there in gold, gleaming almost supernaturally sometimes. Your friends asked about it once, back when you were still getting to know them. You claimed it was to do with your zodiac animal, which was true to be fair, and left it at that. None of them pushed the issue, but sometimes you could feel someone watching you, doubting your story. And every time you looked for those eyes, you always saw Xukun.

---

Xukun and you met in your second semester of university. Ironically enough, it was in a class that discussed the existence of superheros throughout the ages. And while your own city was no walk on the beach, after hearing about Gotham you were certainly glad that Batman and his associates were looking after it. When it came time to discuss your family, though of course you didn’t say it was, the Green Rabbit is what ended up bringing you and Xukun into each other’s orbits.

Xukun is a journalism student, one that would follow his story to its (sometimes) bitter end. He is tenacious and his research is well-done. While your class had been learning about Metropolis, you had joked to him that he was just a younger Clark Kent. Except, unlike Mr. Kent, Xukun’s focus was not on Superman. It was on you.

Well.

Superhero-running-over-rooftops-leaping-over-buildings-you. You, as Green Rabbit, were his Superman.

You were wary at first, for several reasons. The first being he would look too far, try too much, and find out that you were his hero. If Tim Drake could do it, Xukun could too. The second being what if he was another creep who was into Green Rabbit for, uh, less-than family friendly reasons. And the third was, well... you could see yourself falling in love with him all too easily. You were, still are when you’re honest with yourself on a rooftop looking over the city, sure that he could become the most important person in your life after your family. The other two concerns weighed against his favor and helped you not fall for him. But as you got to know him, because apparently making friends with Chengcheng and Shuxin meant that you made friends with him, you felt your second concern dissolve. It was obvious that though he idolized the Green Rabbit, he wasn’t into the hero like That. There was a professional admiration he touted and you were grateful to see that.

But falling in love with him was far too dangerous. For you and for him.

It’d be nice if your heart knew that, too.

---

Panting, you pushed yourself off of the concrete roof, getting back on your feet and turning to look at your enemy again. You swipe at the blood trickling from the corner of your mouth where Earthshaker had gotten a lucky hit in.

“Awww,” Earthshaker says, false sweet concern dripping from her voice, “is the widdol bunnie okay?” The wind on the top of building whipped around you, and you could feel the heat of the spotlights illuminating the peak of the building on your back.

“God, do you ever just shut the fuck up?” You ask, already knowing the answer. Earthshaker is one of the lesser villains you deal with in the grand scheme of things, but she is one that knew how to get on your nerves quickly.

She glares at you, the robotic cuffs on her arm sparking. She raises her arms and starts to move to clack them together and you remember that the both of you are on top of some apartment building. Earthshaker’s power as a villain was being able to control the ground around her using those cuffs. You weren’t sure exactly how she was doing it, but you figured it had something to do with static electricity or something similar. It’d explain the sparking. You hop a few times in place, psyching yourself up, and run at the villain. You grab her around the waist and the both of you go tumbling over the edge of the building. The city lights flicker around the two of you as you fall 80 stories. Earthshaker is pounding her fists against your back and you struggle to wrap your legs around her enough to free up one hand to grab at your utility belt for a rope.

“Fuck’s sake,” you mutter, finally grabbing the rope. You call on the power of Tùzǐ and the rope glows faintly as it shoots out of your hand of its own accord. You watch it slither away into the lights around you as you struggle to keep your hold on Earthshaker. You shifted your focus to her and watched as she was futile in her attempts to call the earth to her. In an ironic twist, it seems, despite the two of you falling fast, you were too far away from the ground for her to make any progress. You looked at the streetlights getting closer and felt a pang of fear that Tùz- that the rope failed. You consider the superhuman abilities you had while as the Green Rabbit and decide that even if the rope doesn’t return, you would feel sore in the morning but you wouldn’t break anything. Even if you turned to take the brunt of the fall off of your enemy.

Just as you decided that, an end of the rope appears from the lights whizzing by and wraps around your waist. It doesn’t abruptly stop your descent, you think you would break your spine if it did even with the protection of Tùzǐ, but it takes the momentum the two of you built and swings you towards where it was anchored. You hear Earthshaker shouting insults under you, but with the wind in your ears you aren’t able to make anything out clearly. Not like you’d really care anyways. Unfortunately the power of Tùzǐ can only do so much, and you let out several grunts as the two of you tumble onto the roof of the police station. The two of you are separated in the fall, a loss of which you don’t mourn, and the rope leaves your waist to coil into your hand, shrinking down to a few feet. The door to the roof opens and several officers file out, fanning out to form a semi-circle around you, guns drawn.

"Uh," you say, "delivery?"

Your ears twitch at the sound of of half a dozen guns cocking, but that’s all that happens. Chief Zhang steps out of the circle, holstering his weapon, and takes in the situation. You, standing in a half-crouch, rope in hand, and Earthshaker, pushing herself up, jaw clenched while she favors her left arm. The other officers follow his lead and put their guns away as well. Zhang motions towards two of his officers and they come forward, helping Earthshaker up and checking for serious injury before cuffing her hands behind her back.

You raise an eyebrow at the officer holding her by the shoulder, an unspoken question of Earthshaker's right arm. The officer responds, "Ah, nothing more serious than a strain, Rabbit." She motions towards the robotic cuffs, "These probably kept her wrists from breaking completely, what with the several inches of metal there." You nodded and turned your attention back to the Chief.

"Get those cuffs off of her, but place them in evidence after you tag it." He says. The two officers nod and lead your enemy away to the rooftop entrance. You, Zhang, and the remaining officers watch as the three are swallowed by the stairwell lights, the metal door closing firmly behind them. There's a beat of silence before Zhang dismisses the rest of the crowd with a wave of his hand. They follow the unspoken order and soon it's just you and the Chief of Police on the roof of the station.

"Good evening, Chief Zhang," you say politely after a few moments, hating the awkward silence he left hanging between the two of you.

"You know I don't care for surprises, Hare," he says, crossing his arms. In all the time you've known Zhang Yixing, and all the time your mother has, he has never referred to either of you as Green Rabbit. Always Hare. Your mother found it endearing, and she would banter with him. Probably helped that she grew up with him, though he was in the dark about her true identity. You, on the other hand, grate against the refusal to use your proper name. It was too close to Tùzǐ's truth. "Falling onto my precinct with no prior notice..." he trails off and you can feel the disapproval radiating from him.

"It wasn't intentional, Chief," you protest, "it's just where we landed. If I would've been able to send you a text or a pigeon beforehand, trust me, I would have." You can't help the snark in your tone. You were tired. Midterms coming up, stopping Earthshaker from whatever the fuck she was doing with the office building, Xukun was starting to ask questions you didn't want to answer, and now you have the Chief of Police on you about prior notice. As if you can just stop in the middle of a fight and go, "Hey, real quick, I just need to call the Chief of Police and let him know I'll be throwing the both of us onto the roof of his station."

He stares at you, unimpressed. "I understand that you cannot always notify me, " he takes a deep breath as if he was trying to restrain himself, "however, I do recall what powers your predecessor had and she always found a way to let the precinct know that she was on her way. I suggest you consult her and take her response into your repertoire." Be responsible, is what you hear. And with that, he turns abruptly and leaves you alone on the roof, sounds of the city the only thing to break the silence.

---

"Shit," you say, looking down at your notebook and back at the front of the class. You brought the wrong one for today. You prefer to use good, old-fashioned pen, pencil, and paper for taking your notes. Something about the process of actually writing the information helped you retain it better. But, it does have its downsides, such as now, when you look at your notebook full of physics formulas and equations and look at the front of the class where your professor was in the process of getting the video about some civil rights protest documentary properly running.

Xukun looks up from his notebook. "What's up?"

You just let out a frustrated sigh and slide your notebook towards him, breaking into a small smile when he over-exaggerates his response to seeing all of that math and science. "Yeah," you agree, pulling it back to you. "Can I borrow your notes after class? I'll give them back tonight when we meet with Chengs and Xinxin." You bat your eyes, channeling your inner Shuxin.

Xukun agrees, "I'll do it! I'll do it! Anything but your Shuxin impersonation."

You glare at him but drop it a moment later. "Thank you, Kunkun~"

He isn't able to continue your banter as your professor chooses that moment to start class, the lights being turned off as she goes over the information about the video she gave last week. You just stare at the screen, not really taking anything in, as you feel the pain medication you took earlier start to wear off. Like you predicted, nothing was broken or sprained, but damn was there a lot of bruising. To be fair, you did fall 80-something stories onto the hard roof of another building, but still. At least you could cover them with your clothes, most of the bruising on your left side which hit first when you and Earthshaker landed on the police station. Unfortunately, that thought led to you remembering what Zhang said to you that night. All but calling you irresponsible and incompetent. As if you didn't bring a villain to his doorstep.

You blink away from your daze as the lights flick on, confusion grabbing hold of you before you realized you had completely wiled away your class thinking of different ways to mildly inconvenience and annoy the Chief of Police rather than watch the documentary. Xukun stood, his things already packed away, and waited patiently as you grabbed your physics notebook and shoved it in your backpack.

"Hey, can you do me a favor?" Xukun asks once the two of you are out of the classroom.

"So long as it doesn't involve complex blood rituals," you reply.

"Oh no," he says, playing along, "it's not a complex blood ritual."

You can't keep the smile from your face, all thoughts of connecting Chief Zhang's paperclips together slipping away. "Oh, well then of course I can. What do you need? Newts? Oxtail? The leftmost talon of a hawk born on a new moon?"

"All of the above," his eyes crinkle at the sides, "and for you to hold my backpack while I stop in the bathroom quick."

You give him a look. "Why do you need me to do this?"

You watch as Xukun slowly turned a light shade of pink. "Last time, unbeknownst to me, my backpack kind of, uh, got tangled in the toilet paper and I had about three feet of it dangling behind me until some kind student mentioned it. Unfortunately," he takes a breath, "I was already on the train."

You curl your lips in, trying to keep the laughter at bay, and nodded rapidly. When you were mostly confident you could talk without cackling, you said, "Yeah, no, I understand. I will protect it the way Shuxin protects her coffee."

"That inspires so much confidence," he says flatly, "it's not as if she keeps leaving it everywhere, including at the counter of the coffee shop." Despite his response, he slips off his backpack and hands it to you.

He starts walking away when you remember something. "Oh! The notes from class! Can I just steal them now?"

"Green notebook!" He calls back, still walking down the hall.

You frown. Green notebook? For a history course? Everyone knows green is for science. Red is for maths, yellow is for literature, and blue is for history. You roll your eyes as if to say, "Anyways," before propping his backpack on your knee and opening it. You cringe at the state of his backpack and notebooks, papers and writing implements loose or shoved into other books or notebooks. Journalism majors, you think to yourself as you parse through the mess only to find two green notebooks, one darker than the other. "Cai Xu Kun," you mutter under your breath, before picking the darker one that looks like it has more papers and notes shoved into it. You zip up his backpack and set it on the floor, stepping through the straps so no one could snatch it from you, before swinging your backpack off one shoulder around to the front of you, and put the notebook in, zipping your bag up as well.

Xukun returns soon after you pick his bag off the ground and hang it off one shoulder. "Thanks YN, I appreciate it. You found the notebook aright?" He takes his backpack and puts it on, tilting his head towards the other end of the hall where the doors to the rest of campus are.

"Yeah," you say, "but really, Xukun? Green? Everybody knows that that is the color you use for science classes!" The two of you bicker the rest of the way down the hall until you separate, him to one of his journalism courses and you back to your apartment. You loved only having one class on this day; Xukun being in it was just a plus.

---

You kick off your shoes gently in the entryway and slip on your house slippers before venturing into the rest of your apartment. Tùzǐ appears in a small flash of golden-green light as the spirit leaves your necklace before it's zipping off to the kitchen. You watch it leave and hear the telltale sound of a head of lettuce turning into a meal. You continue walking to your room and unsling your backpack from your shoulders, letting its own momentum carry it to the leg of your desk. You flip through the stack of notebooks that are in the top corner of your desk until you find the proper, blue, notebook and sit down. You putz around a bit, not really wanting to copy the notes but knowing you have to so you can do work for other classes.

"Alright," you say to yourself, getting Xukun's notebook out of your bag, "time to decipher his handwriting." You flip open your notebook to a clean page and set Xukun's on top, just until you find the notes from today. You open the cover and find a messily sketched rabbit, almost like he was trying to draw one from memory. You roll your eyes at it. Nerd, you think affectionately. Even if you were concerned about him finding out the truth, you did appreciate how much he seemed to value your hero self. You flip through a few more pages, looking in the top corner for a today's date, not really taking anything in until you find a page with a newspaper clipping carefully glued to it. You stare at it, a sudden chill entering the room as the Green Rabbit stares back at you, arm up in greeting to the news media.

NEW RABBIT HOPS ONTO THE SCENE reads the headline. And what's worse is that you remember this day perfectly. Your first official day taking over for your mother. The article was written by journalist Tsai Jolin, the Lois Lane to your mother's Clark Kent. Jolin was one of the few people outside the family who knew the truth, and only because she and your mother have known each other since they were 12. The interview was specifically geared towards the hope and excitement you were to portray to the citizens. It reassured them, your mother had said before you left the house that day, that they are able to trust the new Lù Tù, that the person filling the shoes is just as ready, just as eager to protect the city as the previous holder was.

You were grateful to Jolin, having already arranged the questions and answers that you were going to give a few weeks before your official debut. She had told you that the reason she became a journalist was to help keep your mother's identity secret and that she would do her damnedest to do the same for you.

But... why did Xukun have this article carefully clipped out and pasted into his notebook for this random history course? Unless... You feel every muscle in you tense as the realization hits you. You grabbed the wrong notebook.

You flip back to the first page, reading desperately over the entry. It wasn't anything life-changing, really. Just a few paragraphs about how Lù Tù had saved the then-Chief of Police, Chief Li. He was in charge of the precinct for half of your mother's run as Green Rabbit before Zhang was promoted. You vaguely remember the incident, but having grown up listening to your family's exploits, you were mostly desensitized to it all. Xukun, apparently, decided that that rescue was what launched his passion into journalism if his writings were anything to go by.

You start to feel sick as you flip past your debut, a few dozen pages, until you come to the date that you first met Xukun. Your memory of this event was different to his, of course. You are two different people. However, you were reluctant as hell to make any friends past Chengcheng, his sister Bingbing, and Shuxin. You recall being standoffish and cold, not really answering or paying attention to him besides when you had to.

His recollection was different. Chengcheng had pulled me aside as I was leaving Professor Wang's office hours. He said he finally coerced his and Shuxin's friend into meeting more people and that I was the least worrisome of the rest of his friends. Shuxin and their friend were waiting for us in the small courtyard with the fountain. Their friend looked like they wanted to be anywhere else in the world but here.

"This is YN!" Shuxin had cheerfully introduced, reaching out behind her and pulling YN fowards. YN glanced up at me and then away again. It was obvious that Chengcheng and Shuxin only told them what was happening seconds before Chengcheng went in to get me. I offered my hand politely and YN ignored it until Shuxin elbowed them none-to-gently to respond. They shifted their weight as they uncrossed their arms, one reaching out to meet mine, the other tucked around their torso. It was almost as if they were holding on to bruised ribs or something. Our mutual friends led us to the dessert cafe that was a short walk from the courtyard and I watched YN out of the corner of my eye. It looked like - no - not looked like, they definitely were favoring one side over the other. Had something happened on the way here? I looked back over to Chengcheng and Shuxin but they didn't seem concerned at all, so it must not have happened earlier today...

Perhaps YN was involved in martial arts and was sore from a missed block from practice? When I inquired about if they took any martial arts courses once we had gotten to the cafe, ordered, and sat down, YN tensed for a quick moment, barely a blink of an eye, before nodding. They muttered something about practice the night before and Shuxin took over the conversation, elaborate stories about YN from high school. Apparently, Shuxin and YN had become friends because YN had knocked out one of the jocks who had been harassing her for a date. YN had heard enough after Shuxin refused the guy for "the tenth time, I swear it! He just never got the hint. Well, never got the hint, that is, until YN came along! My warrior in pleated argyle."

The corner of YN's mouth ticked up at Shuxin's antics. I could see the long standing friendship between them. Chengcheng, and his sister Bingbing I learned, entered the picture soon after that. Chengcheng had seen what went down and immediately went up to YN begging them to teach him what they just did so that he can protect his older sister if she ever needed it. Bingbing fit right in with Shuxin and YN; serious enough in personality that suited YN, but she had enough passion for drama and the arts to compliment Shuxin. Chengcheng joked that he was just there to get them coffee and sweets whenever the four of them were together. YN shook their head, glaring slightly at him, but he waved it off. Shuxin started to tell me about how Chengcheng was the perfect mix of relaxed and stressed out to compliment any of them at whatever emotional state they were in. She didn't say it, but it was implied that he was the glue that held their little group together.

Shuxin didn't distract me from my observation of YN, though. A good journalist never loses focus of their story. There was something different about YN... I just need to figure out what.

You finish reading his recollection, barely breathing, and you slowly realize that you are holding on to the notebook so tightly your knuckles are white. "Tùzǐ!" You call out. When no response from the rabbit spirit comes, you call out again, more desperately. "Tùzǐ! Tùzǐ, we have a problem!"

There's a beat of silence before a semi-transparent golden rabbit leaps out of the wall and lands on your desk, becoming more opaque. "What is the issue, YN?"

You set the notebook down, forcibly uncurling your fingers from it. "He knows."

"There is no possibility of him knowing," the spirit dismissed. Its nose twitched.

You flipped ahead another dozen pages, quickly skimming down the page, before turning back to the rabbit. "No, Tùzǐ, he knows."

The spirit stands up on its hind legs, crossing its paws behind its back as it reads the page you pointed at.

YN showed up to breakfast with us late today. Green Rabbit was fighting late into the early morning hours. I know because I watched and documented the fight. Green Rabbit was fighting some animatronic octopus creature in the Bay, trying to keep it from destroying the dam and flooding the lower parts of the city. A man, who I can only imagine is a mad engineer, was in a spider-like robotic structure, perched on one of the towers of the bridge, watching the fight. I couldn't make out much of what he was saying, but there was something about 'the rebirth of the few will salvage the whole'??? I don't know. Honestly, I was more concerned about the fight itself rather than the creator of the octopus automaton. I crept closer, keeping myself hidden from the view of anyone involved in the fight, and saw as Green Rabbit took down the octopus, a jagged piece of metal from it cut across the hero's face. An uneven line going from the temple to the chin, curving from where Green Rabbit jerked away in what I can only imagine was intense pain.

The hero somehow managed to pull most of the creature onto shore and took out from the tool belt some sort of... stick? Again, I was too far away to make out any clear view of what Green Rabbit was holding, but I did see how the stick transformed into a welder's torch, the bright blue fire sparking as it reached the wet metal of the dam. I don't think that Green Rabbit intends for that to fix the damage done, but I'm sure it would hold overnight. Long enough for the repair crew to be able to fix the dam up properly.

YN looked drained as they sat down with us, only holding a black coffee and a banana for their breakfast. Shuxin and Chengcheng were too far away to see, as they were sitting opposite me and YN, but I could see the cut from the fight underneath the makeup YN used to hide it. I assume that YN has some sort of advanced healing ability given that only the deepest parts of the cut on their cheek seemed to still be in the process of scarring. There was virtually no other evidence that could point more strongly at YN being Green Rabbit. When Chengcheng inquired as to why YN was late, they just said that they had some plumbing issues that morning. The city shut off the water until the dam was fixed. Chengcheng nodded in sympathy before flipping his phone around and showing Ms. Tsai's newest article about the battle last night.

On the opposite page, there was once again an article that was carefully clipped out and pasted on.

COMMOTION IN THE OCEAN: GREEN RABBIT VS. THE MAD ENGINEER A picture of the now-defunct octopus robot surrounded by police tape and officers was under it. You remember how Jolin and your mother both called you as soon as the paper hit the streets, asking if you were okay, asking about the dam-age (haha, get it? Jolin had asked you), asked if anyone was hurt. Yes, you were okay. Just a few cuts and bruises from where the suit didn't cover your skin. The dam-age was momentarily fixed, at least enough to last overnight before the crew came in and repaired her properly. You didn't think anyone had been there, the bridge having been under repair for some weeks and the people living by the Bay were far enough back from the battle that the most they got would've been slightly flooded yards and decks. But, reading over Xukun's notebook, you found you were wrong. And wrong in the worst way possible.

"Tùzǐ, what do we do?" You asked, looking at the spirit as it sat on its haunches having finished reading the entry.

"This..." Tùzǐ pauses. "This is not an ideal situation. Had this been in the time of your great-grandfather, I merely would have enchanted him, sent him into the wilderness to be devoured by whichever carnivore was hungriest and closest." You gag slightly at that. You realize that being an ancient warrior spirit changes perspective, but you didn't need to hear the details of said perspective. "However, if I were to do that now, there would be a media frenzy surrounding his disappearance and death. Too many questions would be asked and I highly doubt that your mother and her friend would be unaware of it being my doing." You appreciate that the spirit leaves you out of its plotting.

"I suppose," Tùzǐ continues, "that I could do some sort of memory alteration to this Xukun. But it comes at the risk of him forgetting everything associated with the Green Rabbit."

"So he wouldn't only forget me as Green Rabbit," you picked up the thread Tùzǐ had started, "but also since he knows it's me, he would forget me as myself along with Shuxin and Chengcheng."

"Yes," Tùzǐ says, seemingly proud of you following its train of thought. "Furthermore, an alteration of that magnitude may end up worse in the long run, for if he remembers, the memories wouldn't trickle in in a vague dream or sense of already knowing someone. The memories wouldn't come back conveniently."

"The chances of him remembering might be small," you say slowly, trying to predict what would happen in this situation, "but the sudden influx of the missing parts of his memory, of himself..."

"Yes, it would likely drive him mad to say the least." Tùzǐ confirmed. "Worse is he tells someone the truth about you."

Tùzǐ falls silent, holding back what it wants to say. But you already know. "Worst is that he comes after me. Worst is that he becomes my next villain."

---

Suffice to say, you beg off dinner that night, claiming your parents and Jolin were taking you out for dinner. A sudden change to be sure, you said, but it isn't often that your parents and you are able to just go out for dinner anymore. What with your running around at night, a masked vigilante is what you don't say.

Shuxin's text was classic her, dramatic but understanding. Chengcheng took it in stride and told you to tell your parents that he and Bingbing say hello. Xukun... He didn't say anything. You assume that by now he figured out that you have the wrong notebook. That you know he knows the truth about you. That he knows about the unending series of lies that you've been living since you turned 17.

The dinner with your parents and Jolin, though, that was a truth. It's sort of hard to get out of a dinner with the three people who know about your secret life after the warrior spirit that gives you superpowers tells them someone else knows about the family legacy. Which leads to you and your parents sitting in Jolin's living room in her penthouse in the nice part of the city, your parents both looking grave as Tùzǐ tells them what happened.

The notebook, opened to that fateful octopus article, sits open on the low table in front of you. You've tucked yourself into the corner of the couch, a heavy quilt over you. Your parents sit on a loveseat angled towards you and Jolin is in a plush chair that she had pulled over to the couch to offer support. Her hand was resting halfway between your wrist and elbow, thumb stroking methodically over the skin, trying to keep your panic at bay.

"You realize what we have to do," your father says after Tùzǐ finishes speaking.

"Unfortunately, YN and I have already dismissed the idea of sending him into the forest to be devoured by the creatures that live within," Tùzǐ says with the utmost resignation.

Your parents look at the spirit, faces in differing stages of disbelief. "No," your mother says, voice pitching unevenly, "no that was not an idea that was on the table."

Tùzǐ hops back over towards you and you swear that you hear it mutter, "It was for your grandfather."

"No, what I was going to say," your father picks up the conversation from where he started it, "was that YN can no longer be in any contact with this boy. It's too dangerous for the both of them."

"Ba," you protest despite knowing he's right.

"But how long until it falls apart?" Your mother says. "It took him only three months to figure out YN's identity. If we separate them from him, have them cut off all contact? That involves turning away the Fan siblings and Shuxin. They're all too interconnected now."

"And," Jolin chimes in, voice as soothing as she can make it, "who's to say he still doesn't pursue the story? From what we've read in this journal and from what YN has said about him in the past, this Cai Xukun is a tenacious journalist in the making. His name is already been thrown around in the lower rings at my paper. Professors are recommending him for internships there." She sighs, her thumb coming to a stop and letting her now-still hand ground you. "If he gets access to the resources that we have, the connections that we know, he'll find YN. Regardless of if they want to be found."

"So then what do we do?" You ask, voice rising from stress. "Give him back the notebook and pretend nothing happened? Tell him that he was wrong about it all? Make him think he can't trust his own instinct? His own journalistic integrity?"

"There is another option," Jolin floats out, voice sing-songy. "We could always bring him into the fold."

You and your parents all burst into disagreement.

"No!"

"Absolutely not!"

"I'm not putting him in danger!"

Jolin tsk-ed, her eyes coming to rest on your mother. "A word?" She says pointedly towards her. Your mother closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before exhaling and standing up to follow her best friend out of the living room. Tùzǐ follows behind them after a glance from your mother.

After they leave, your father comes over and sits next to you. "You know that suggestion I made wasn't meant to hurt you," he says, holding out his hand.

You place yours into it and he covers it with his other hand, holding your hand between his like it was a precious pearl. "I know," you say, voice quiet. "But it still hurt."

"You like him," your father states. There's no judgement in his tone and you look up at him from where your were picking at a loose thread on the quilt.

"Yeah, of course I do," you agree, "he's one of my closest friends."

"No," your father says, a small, endearing smile appearing on his face. "You like him. That's why you were so upset at the thought of not being able to talk to him anymore."

"I... How did you know?"

"Oh my sweet child, you are so similar to your mother in so many ways. But you are similar to me when it comes to the people we have feelings for." He lets go of your hand and puts his arm around your shoulder, pulling you willingly into a strong embrace. "We both have the subtlety of a clowder of cats in a salmon factory."

You let out a snort and bury yourself more into your father's side. The two of you sit there in companionable silence. "I don't want to hurt him." You whisper, your throat tight. A few tears make themselves known and your father just presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"I know you don't, YN, I know."

---

By the time your mother and Jolin return to the living room, both you and your father have fallen asleep.

Your mother lets out a fond sigh. "Can't take them anywhere, can I?"

Jolin smiles before running a hand through your hair, gently bringing you back to the waking world. You look up at her, squinting despite the low light from the small lamps in the room. You nudge your father awake, and he wakes up with a start, looking around for a moment before he realizes where he is.

"So we've come to a decision," your mother says, sitting down next to your father. Jolin nods and sits down in the plush chair she was in earlier. "We are going to bring him into the fold."

You and your father share a shocked look with each other before gaping at the two women. "Are, are you sure?" You ask your mother, sitting up straighter.

"Oh, not immediately," Jolin says. "I'm going to approve his internship, but he's going to be working with me in my office. I'm going to gauge how much he knows and how dedicated he is to keeping it a secret. If he's not, well, Tùzǐ has a plan in place for that unfortunate situation." The rabbit, sitting on the table on the notebook, nods.

"You guys," you say, throat getting all tight again from emotion. You take a few calming breaths. "Thank you."

"We talked about it, and Jolin isn't going to be a journalist forever, and it has been helpful having someone who has certain connections when working on a case." Your mother reaches around your father for you. You wriggle slightly under your father's arm until you're able to meet her hand. "We are so proud of you, regardless of what happens next."

"I appreciate that," you say. The five of you sit in a wonderful silence for a few minutes before a thought strikes you.

"What do I tell Shuxin, Chengcheng, and Bingbing?"

---

Despite having the okay from your family, you are still hesitant to be around Xukun. Something felt different for you and you've been avoiding him pretty much since that night. It's one thing, you muse, chewing on the straw for your smoothie, to think he might know. It's probably the plausible deniability of it all. Not on his side, but on mine. If I don't believe he knows the truth, than I can simply ignore any clues about it. Though, that is what led me here I suppose. You stand up and leave the smoothie shop, heading towards the subway.

Twenty minutes later, you're at Xukun's apartment, your knuckles hovering inches from his door. You stare at your hand telling it in your mind to hit the stupid wood and let him know you're out here. Tùzǐ gets fed up with your lack of action and appears from your necklace. It hops down the length of your arm before using its paws to rap against the door, before turning and jumping back into your necklace. The characters shine unnaturally for a moment before fading as you hear footsteps approaching.

"YN," Xukun says, obviously surprised. His hair is messy and he has his glasses on, huge circles that take up a good portion of his face. He's dressed the way people are dressed when they aren't expecting anyone except maybe the takeout person to visit. He has on a hoodie with a design on it that's since faded almost completely and a pair of plaid pajama bottoms. His slippers make a slight noise against the tile of the entry way as he moves aside to let you in.

"Xukun," you greet, matching his tone. To be honest, you didn't think that he was going to answer, much less let you in after the way you've been ducking his calls and avoiding him in class the past week and a half. Shuxin and Chengcheng decided that they were going to stay out of it and hung out with you both separately. You feel like you can't bear the things he could say. "It's, um, bit a been," you stumble over your words. "I mean, it's been a bit." Tùzǐ, I am politely asking for you to kill me now, you say silently in your head, cringing as you change from your sneakers into a pair of house slippers. You hear laughter and you know it's not coming from Xukun. You ignore the lack of solidarity from your partner in justice and follow Xukun into his apartment.

The two of you are awkward, acting as if you haven't been at his place before. And, to be fair, you guess you haven't. At least, not with the full knowledge that he knows that you know that he knows about you. He guides you to the small living room and sits down in a chair. You sit down across from him and pull out his notebook from your backpack. "I think that this, uh, this belongs to you." You try for a joke but it falls flat.

"Yeah..." he replies. You nod awkwardly, setting the notebook down on the table. Silence hangs between you like a fruit fly by a bowl of strawberries, annoying and refuses to leave. After several false starts at conversation, Xukun finally says, "So I guess you know now... you know, that I know?"

"Are you asking me if I know that you know that I know that you know or are you telling me that you know that I know that you know that I know?" You feel the tension in the room dissipate with your question.

You watch as Xukun mouths the question you asked, eyes focused somewhere random as he tries to work out what the question was. "I'm telling you that I know that you know that I know that you know that I know that you know."

"This is the most nonsensical conversation we've ever had," you say after you unintentionally do exactly what he did with your question, figuring out what he said.

"That is not true." For the first time since you got to his place, he cracks a smile. "The most nonsensical conversation we had was about whether or not Batman would own a weinermobile and if he did, would he call it the Bat-weinermobile or would he call it-"

You cut him off. "He wouldn't call it anything because the only one in Gotham who would be caught in that is Oracle or Nightwing."

Xukun rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Pushing up his glasses, he says, "You're wrong about this and you've always been wrong about this."

"I am not!"

"Are too!"

"R2? Like, D2?"

"Hey, that's the worst thing you've done actually."

You stick your tongue out at him and your eye falls on the notebook, reminding you why you were here, and you sober up instantly. "I read the notebook," you say. "Well, not all of it, but... I read enough."

"Ah," he says, his demeanor changing as well. "What did you think?" He asks carefully.

"You have a great future ahead of you as a journalist," you answer truthfully, but avoiding the question. "The stories were well-written."

"Thanks." A pause. "But how do you feel about knowing that I'm right?"

"Right about what?" You fervently hope in that moment that he's going to say something completely out of left field, like maybe that he believes the Earth is flat or that Freud was right.

"That you're Lù Tù, you're Green Rabbit."

"Why can't you be the Lois Lane to my Clark Kent?"

"So you are Green Rabbit! Because Clark Kent is Superman. Glasses are the dumbest disguise ever." Xukun says, pusing his glasses up again.

"Ah," you say. "That I can neither confirm nor deny." You give him a small smirk, one side of your lips quirking up. Your phone vibrates in a three-beat staccato. Something requiring Green Rabbit has happened. You glance at your phone and see that Jolin sent you a picture of another automaton. This time, you roll your eyes internally, it's a wolf. "I have to go," you say, standing up.

Xukun frowns, but stands up regardless to escort you out, ever the gentleman. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," you reassure, putting your sneakers back on. "Just have a furry little problem on my side of town."

"Okay..." he trails off, unconvinced. "Are we good?"

You turn around and take him in, his shoulders hunched slightly as he leans towards you, his fists in the pocket of his hoodie. His hair falling into his eyes just right, his lips slightly red like he'd been biting them in worry while your back was turned.

Fuck it, you think. You put your hands on his shoulders, stepping into his personal space, and you feel like the distinction between you and your hero persona isn't so stark as you say, "If I wanted to kiss you right now, would you be okay with it?"

You are close enough to see how smudged the edges of the lenses of his glasses are and as such, you can also hear how his breath stutters and watch his eyes widen slightly. "Ye-yeah," he breathes out.

"Good," you say before leaning up into him and pressing your lips to his. There's absolutely no motion on his end for a few seconds, enough time to make you start to regret your impulse and pull away, when his hands come out of his pocket.

One goes to cup your face gently, angling you to make the kiss smoother. The other hovers uncertainly by your hips and you roll your eyes, thank goodness they're closed, before grabbing his hand and putting it firmly on your hip. Having been given consent, his fingers immediately slide into the belt loop of your jeans and he uses it to tug you closer. The hand you used to guide him to your hip slides up his arm, over his shoulder, and settles in his hair. The hand that was on his shoulder in the beginning makes its way down slowly, reaching the hem of his hoodie and toying with it a bit, fingers dipping underneath it to tease lightly at the skin beneath.

He makes a noise of approval as he turns the two of you, pushing you towards the wall, and you let your hand fully slip under his hoodie, feeling blindly at his torso. He starts to trail his lips from yours, making his way down your jawline to the side of your neck as he searches for the spot that he knows will make you gasp when your phone vibrates in two more three-beat staccatos. The situation has escalated.

"Kun," you gasp out, tugging slightly on his hair, trying to put some distance between you.

"Yeah?" He mumbles against your neck, clearly enjoying the hair pulling part of this moment.

"I gotta-" you cut yourself off as he bites down on a spot near where your neck and shoulder meets before soothing it with his tongue. "Babe, I gotta go. S'm'thin' important's come up. Babe.."

He finally pulls away as your hands reach his shoulders again. He goes willingly but reluctantly. "YN," he says, his voice a little breathy. His face is flushed. His lips are definitely red from being kissed and doing the kissing, and his pupils are a bit blown out. An image you desperately don't want to leave.

But your duty to the city and its citizens comes first. "I'll come back when I'm done, I promise. I swear," you ramble, eyes flicking between his eyes and his lips. "By the gods I swear I'll be back when I'm done."

"Complex blood ritual happening?" He jokes, smile growing on his face.

"Very complex," you agree, fighting the urge to kiss his smile. "I gotta leave now or else, y'know? Timing is everything with these sorts of things."

"Yeah," he says absently, still looking dazed. "Just," he pauses, pushing his glasses up again, "just one more thing."

"What's that?"

He kisses you again. A shorter one, a sweeter one, than before. "Good luck with the complex blood ritual." He bites his lip as he steps away from you, letting you leave the wall. You thank Tùzǐ silently for the power it gives you to walk and not have your knees give out on you.

"I'll let you know how it goes," you say, opening the door.

"Good," he says back, standing in the doorway until you disappear down the stairwell. He closes the door and walks back into the living room just in time to see his favorite superhero leap into action.

#cpop scenarios #xukun scenarios #cai xukun scenarios #nine percent scenarios #anon a #i wrote this in a burst of creative energy that started around midnight and took me to almost four thirty in the am #i am going to be so dead in class and at work today but fuck it was so worth it #this is the first thing i've completed in months oh my god #anyways yn is badass and i love this little universe i created and yes i also believe dc is better than the other guy #also idc if the kiss scene feels like it came out of left field or whatever aldkfs;ldkj #in this house we love to think about kissing a nerdy journalist au xukun while you're the superhero he's writing about thank you goodnight #green rabbit au #jae.works #jae.mail

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kenrik · 3 years ago

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I’ve written a lot of GoUta fics,

Sharing all of them here would take forever. So, just sharing my favorites!

First and foremost, however, I want to say that I adore, absolutely adore (and find myself always re-reading!) onemoreword’s works. These fics are the pinnacle of everything I could want from GoUta. The world this author has created, the grasp they have of the characters -

onemoreword’s writing is simple and straightforward, yet so beautiful, so haunting. They’re the best for me, in a ship with so many awesome authors and stories already. UwU

PrettyKittyLuvsU also holds a special place in my heart!

Their fics are just so pure and deep. Mine’s are really just surface, just to get me through my brainrot fics. 🤣 I’m trying to write stories with deeper insight into the characters in canon, but, it’s taking me forever to build a story. The rules set by the JJK world, their dynamics, the tone I want to achieve of their relationship, are all so tedious to factor in. Most of what I’ve written are AUs and fluff because I just put in the bickering and teasing and call it a day. xD

I’m trying with Still Blue, This Black Sky, but it’s a new fic. And I’ve just come up with a plot. I’m only updating once I have a draft of the entire story. Posting without one is a pain, I lost my way a lot with 01 and Cast Away.

I also reread my fics! I write fanfics after all, so I can read my HCs. Hahahaha

So, if you happen to find my fics fun to read too, we’re in the same boat! xD

Ao3 says I’ve written 21 JJK stories. 🤣🤣

This shipper’s brainrot is too real, too potent. 🤣🤣 I can’t even with my self. 🤣🤣

Here are my favorite stories to reread -

1. Drinking Parties - Canon-Compliant, Funny

A series of oneshots following GoUta go from bar to bar.

And now, there they were. At their drinking party. The drinking party where Gojo said everyone would be going to. It would be fun, he told her. Everyone would have a such a blast, he said.

Honestly, Utahime could only blame herself for being foolish enough to believe him.

This damn idiot. She thought with a glare as she slammed her mug of beer on the table.

"You're really mad." Gojo looks at her with a curiosity. "Why?"

Why? Utahime seethed. "Where the hell is everyone?!" She threw her glass at him. And his infinity just catapulted it away and made a shattering mess on the floor.

"That wasn't nice, Utahime." He shakes his head at her. "It's that time of the month, huh?"

Utahime flushes red the next second. And with an embarrassed cry, she reached out for Gojo's very own glass and flung it at him as well.

"You're paying!" She screamed at him in finality when she's gotten tired of his stupid infinity. And she drops back to her seat and yells for the waitress to serve them a round of beer.

"Drink!" She barks at him when he was just playing with his glass. "Drinking party, my ass." She grumbles to the rim of her mug. And she downed her drink in one go.

2. The Clearing - Series of AUs, Japanese Folklore AU, Samurai AU, Pirate AU

A series of AUs covering soulmates over the course of history.

(Pirate AU)

They were cruising in the high seas when Satoru was leaning on his back against a wooden pillar, idly sharpening his knife. He was whistling to himself when a crew member walks up to him with an anxiousness about him.

"Um, captain," He didn't know what to say; how to say it. "I think I found a stowaway."

Satoru turned to him with a dangerous twitch in his eye.

"What?" He spits with a venom.

And in the next instant, a woman in menswear was thrown before him at the deck.

He took it as a personal offense that anyone dared board his ship without his express approval. Let alone a woman. He spat at her gall. He would have her head, he thinks to himself in a growing spite.

"The sharks are going to be full today." He tells his crew coldly as he looked at the woman who didn't dare face him, whose angry gaze was directed to the wooden floorboards.

"Have any final words before you die?" He asks her to make peace with her inevitable demise.

And when she doesn't speak, Satoru just waves a lazy hand, signaling to his crew to just get it over with.

But before anyone could touch the woman, she speaks in a low voice, "I'll do anything."

Satoru turns to her with a confusion, with a raised brow.

"What?"

And she suddenly looks up at faces him with a fierce glare in her eyes.

"I'll do anything! So, let me stay on board!" She cries. And her hands clench against the wooden boards; the smell of the ocean consuming her; the adventure she's yearned for her whole life was so close she could taste it. "Let me stay!"

Satoru leans back, surprised.

Then, he starts to smile a sinister smile.

"Do you even know what you're saying?"

Utahime clenches her jaw.

"Do you have any idea where we're going?" He laughs at her dryly and crouches down at her; his face patronizing.

"You won't last a day with us."

"You'll get raped."

"You'll get killed."

"You might even just stub your toe and start crying for your mom." He laughs at how ridiculous she was.

Then, he pokes her cheek with the dull end of his knife.

"Don't be stupid."

I can’t even begin to say how much I love this Pirate AU. I love all the AUs in this story. I love everything I write honestly, even if it’s just plain crack. xD

But, they’re just so cute in this AU. I love them so much. And I owe readers a sequel.... 🤣🤣

3. the most valuable relationship to a sorcerer is friendship - Canon-Compliant, Friends at a wedding, Have a serious conversation, about their life as sorcerers

Uta and Satoru find themselves attending the wedding of a mutual friend.

He finds her in a bar alone, nursing a drink. And when her gaze drifts from her beverage to him, she almost spits out her drink.

"What are you doing here?!" She cried at him in dismay. And Gojo just chuckled as he approached her.

"You don't have to be so mad about it." He tells her with a small smile. "I'm on vacation."

"You take vacations?" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Occasionally." Gojo grins at her. "Rarely." He adds. And Utahime frowns at him when he eventually says, "Mostly never."

"You here for the wedding?"

And he laughs again when Utahime just turns away with a deep sigh.

"I am." She sips her drink. And, she fights back the twitch in her eye when Gojo takes the empty seat next to her.

"Shall we go together, then?"

Utahime turns to frown at him.

"You think I came here alone?" She hisses at him in disbelief.

And Gojo just smiles at her. "Didn't you?" Then, he laughs when Utahime relents.

"Fine." She sighs. "I still can't accept that out of everyone I know, I run into you, you of all people, in Hawaii." She groaned to the heavens. And Gojo just chuckles. "In Hawaii, Gojo. Why?" She cried to the heavens for an answer. Why did they have to keep torturing her?

"Must have been something you did in a past life." Gojo offers with a laugh, resting his cheek on the palm of his hand.

Beside him, Utahime's face soured.

4. Sweet - Modern AU, Barista Utahime, Cafe Shop

Uta is worried about the health of one of her regulars.

"I can't, in good conscience, serve you anymore bubble tea."

"You took an oath or something?" He smirks. "Not to over serve poor salarymen with a sweet tooth?"

Utahime raises a brow and bites back her laugh.

"So," The man leaned over the counter with his smile, looking down at the selection of drinks in the menu laid on the bar. "What would you recommend I get?"

"An americano." She simply tells him and slips cups for a previous order into the plastic melder to seal them.

"All right." The patron smiles, too wide, and too familiar for Utahime's liking.

What was wrong with this guy, she couldn't help but frown in discomfort.

"But, add three tablespoons of honey." The man adds, and laughs at the look of disbelief on Utahime's face. "What? Honey's not sugar."

"It is..." Utahime couldn't believe this guy. "Whatever." She sighs and prepares his order. But, instead of the three spoonfulls of honey, she put a single teaspoon.

And when he drinks it in front of her, she laughs out loud at the disgusted, sour look on his face. And he demanded she give him five packets of sugar.

5. Immature - Canon-Compliant, Gojo “teasing” Utahime, First Meeting, Childhood GoUta

Uta finally meets the kid with the Six Eyes.

When the family before them leaves, when they're presented as the Iori house, Utahime is fuming red. But she bites her tongue and keeps her mouth shut in respect for her parents, for her relatives around her.

And when she sees how the six year old looked at her condescendingly, slouched forward on his seat, looking at her with his calculating eyes, seemingly appraising her; she starts to shake in a growing rage.

Then, he smirks. The six year old smirks at her.

And something inside her snaps when he tells her, when he chuckles and tells her,

"Did you know?" He smirks at her with a chuckle in his lips. "Did you know you're so weak?"

Red with rage, before her mother could stop her again, Utahime cries out and angrily grabs the empty juice box in front of her; and she throws it at the six year old; hitting him square on the face.

And he flushes. In an instant, he flushes red. A very, very angry, humiliated red.

"Utahime?!" Her mother cried out in dismay.

And Utahime had to be dragged out before she could get her claws at the six year old and set him straight.

6. Red, Blue, and The Purple Moon - Canon-compliant, Post-Shibuya Incident Arc, GoUta living together, Powerless Gojo

GoUta play house.

"Wow," She mouthed, not noticing how Gojo's face paled. "I actually got to hit you for once." She unconsciously ruffled the hair on the top of his head, making the strongest sorcerer twitch in annoyance.

"I can actually hit you, now." She suddenly gripped his head with some force. And Gojo could only look in horror at the murderous glint in her eyes.

"Utahime..." He tries to laugh it off, the growing tension in the air. And he tries to take Utahime's hands in his, tries to pull her hands off him, when Utahime suddenly looks down at him with a demented glare on her face and started chuckling.

"Gojo," She smiles at him sinisterly. "Do you remember," Her hands started to trail down from his hair, from his face to his neck. "Do you remember how you've been calling me weak since we've known each other?"

Gojo tries to smile back, tries to laugh with her; "Of course," He forces a chuckle. "We have our fun, Utahime!"

"Fun?!" Gojo sees the murderous glint flash in her eyes too late. And the next thing he knew, Utahime started choking him and shaking him like there was no tomorrow.

This is my first fic. I’ve had to rewrite this a lot, since I’m learning so much more about their world and the characters. Still, I really love this. I love the fact that Gojo is powerless. HAHAHA. I will definitely find myself editing this fic again. But I love it already as is.

While I love No Love and 01, and all the other fics, I do not like angst. Just thinking about how it’ll hurt later on is just so painful. I don’t know what’s up with people and pain, but those who’ve read my stories seem to prefer angst. The heck. 🤣 Isn’t JJK canon enough pain for you guys? 🤣🤣

#gojohime #gouta #fanfic #i wrote some #just a few #🤣🤣🤣🤣

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tarantulas4davey · 3 years ago

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HELLO BESTIE I am currently having Ralbert Brainrot and you're the best person go come to for this, obviously,, so PLEASE share! I would like to hear about ufc albert or youtuber race, or dancing partners!! I love them smm

HI YES HELLO USING THIS AS AN EXCUSE TO WRITE UFC FIGHTER AL PART 2 THANKS BABES

i just witnessed a literal crime and i’m Feeling The Rage (boxing judges at mma events can catch these hands) so here is. my brain on anger.

also the first half of this is pretty fight-talk heavy but the second half is more al/ralbert central so message me/send me an ask if i don’t explain something well enough <3

here is the ask i sent to @we-are-inevitable (thanks jac i’m in love with you mwah) and here is part 1 for this au if you haven’t read that one yet !!

also,,,,, this is fairly obvious. but trigger warning for violence/physical fighting, as well as blood. (it’s a rough gig y’all fjdhdb) oh and swearing but that’s pretty much just me LMAO

here i am, bein mad and writing ralbert. therapy time with chandler ig

OK SO

this is after his debut. duh. continuation

i think he’s probably 5 fights in with 5 wins. he’s been running people through, especially with four full camps after a short notice start, and he’s never even seen a decision in the ufc

let’s just say the hype train is moving FAST and it’s moving LOUD

everyone has to have those people that watch their fights just to see them lose, on top of the majority male fan base that have to have a little bit of toxic masculinity and homophobia in there

so there’s A LOT of people that are waiting for him and his hype train to get derailed. but there’s also a fair amount of fans, so you win some you lose some (the way i would die to see this be a real fighter pls)

now albert’s not always the most confident guy, and he’s never been cocky, but none of this shit gets to him. he’s got his coaches, he’s got his friends and he’s got race behind him. he knows he’s got the skills, and he’s got his support system, so who gives a shit what a bunch of cowards on the internet have to say?

and then they put him against someone known for his grappling and stamina. and the “it’s a wrap for dasilva!” bandwagon starts. it happens every time a rising striker and early knockout artist fights a well known grappler with any semblance of later round power (even if al has a background in wrestling and has gone 5 rounds and won outside of the ufc. it’s a bandwagon for a reason)

and it’s not Upsetting, it’s not really getting into his head in any way that’ll make him do worse, but it’s kinda pissing him off. which is bad for his opponent

the last person on earth you want to be fighting is an annoyed albert dasilva who thinks he has something to prove

he works his ass off in camp, and the press tour is a self-assured albert vs. a loudmouth who thinks he’s hot shit cause a few people on twitter think he’ll sweep

and, to be completely honest? it’s starting to look that way 2 rounds in.

it’s a 5 round fight, co-main event on a big card, and so far all al’s opponent has done is pinned him to the cage and kept him there. a few strikes worth anything - at least enough make al’s cheek bleed, no takedowns, which would at least give him some activity, and so submission attempts, so he can’t even gain any ground that way. he’s just- Stuck. and if THIS is how he loses, he’s gonna be pissed

the bell for the second round sounds, and you can actually see al’s chest heaving on camera as he walks to his corner - not because he’s tired or out of breath, but because he’s MAD, and fuck if he’s not going to do something about it

not only that, but he can not only see race and jack standing up by the cage - plus race’s expression, which is slightly annoyed and super anxious, which hurts his chest to think about - but he can hear them too

jack is yelling profanities, as per usual. he doesn’t that regardless of how the fight is going, but it’s less encouraging when you’re the one losing.

race though,,,, race isn’t really yelling, he’s more talking to himself than anything, but he’s close enough to cage and al knows him well enough to figure out what he’s saying. and if the muttered almost-prayers while he paces back and forth weren’t enough, the shiny gold engagement ring on race’s hand definitely is

round 3,,,, let’s just say it goes a little differently than the first 2 had gone.

he opens with a spinning back kick, of all fucking things, and that truly sets the pace

he’s the taller guy by a few inches, like usual, which makes his arms longer. the only reason crushing his against the cage worked is cause the guy he’s fighting cuts weight like a wrestler, so he’s easily got 20 pounds on albert come fight night

but once he finds his rhythm and starts throwing, he starts connecting too. he manages to stay out of range of his opponent and stay his comfortable distance to start t-ing off

this isn’t a one punch power ending. this isn’t a beautiful head kick, or a giant knee, or even just a clean right hook.

this is albert, who’s arms are starting to feel the 3rd round a little bit, hitting this guy with everything he has cause he refuses to lose this fight.

i mean- everyone watched him get up at the start of the round with a set jaw and a scary determined glint in his eye. he’s not a person you fuck with, and he’s definitely not a person you publicly ridicule before being locked in a cage to fight with

the guy he’s fighting is absolutely battered, but he manages to survive until round 4. the first of the championship rounds, something al’s never seen in a ufc fight before, and it feels like the arena is holding its breath

so when al comes out and does the same thing as round 3 to better results - fight ending results - everyone’s a little shocked, honestly

the commentary team’s in disbelief, cause albert is NOT a slow starter, regardless of what this fight would tell you, and the fact he managed a win at all, let alone such a phenomenal one, is fucking astounding

he gets his hand raised, obviously, but the really interesting part is the post fight interview

“albert, man, what changed between round 2 and 3? what second gear did you find?”

“bro, i just— it was pissing me off, honestly. i don’t come in here to get pinned down for 25 minutes. and, y’know, my team gave me good advice. i had all the pieces, straight from the jump, someone just had to force me to put them in place…”

and then he looks over at race, who gives al one of those half grin, half smirks and winks at him, and al just chuckles to himself and finishes answering the question

“the thing that really forced my hand is race. i won’t get cheesy on you, but watching someone who loves and supports you through everything panic cause he’s scared for you - it’s a big motivator. everyone would figure out a lot more of my motivations if they went and watched race’s expressions back instead of whatever the hell i’m doing in here. he’s always been the brains, i’m just the brawn.”

and that’s a better answer than anyone was expecting, plus he’s just had the fight of a lifetime that’s probably earned him a title shot, so he’s done soon after that and gets to have his little in-cage celebration

he hugs his team and jack, who razzes him a little bit as per usual, and makes some dumb quip about going over tapes later like he’s a coach. and then comes race

he hugs him, all tender and cute and also very sweaty cause That’s How It Works, and the camera’s focused on him, so they can tell they’re whispering back and forth. but there’s no mics on them, so what’s said is missed entirely on the audience, but it’s their usual cheesy, in love mess

“congrats, baby. i’m proud of you.”

“oh please. it was 90% you anyway. i meant what i said, it wasn’t just for the cameras.”

“i know that. i’m gonna have to get you back somehow for telling everyone to go back and watch my awful anxious expression. i’ll think of something.”

“i’m sure you will, sweetheart.”

and then al does that awful, adorable lil nose bump thing, and then kisses race. and then jack covers his eyes and whines until they stop like the actual 12 year old boy he is inside

and then they leave the octagon, race and al holding hands, and al throws his arm over jack’s shoulder and shoves his head down and pushes him, cause even though he was just in a literal cage match he’s still a roughhousing teenager at heart

and he’s got interviews and press shit that separates him from his people, and he’s gotta slide that bulletproof mask back down over all the happy and in love shit he’s feeling so he can not smile like an idiot on camera constantly

but every once in awhile he’ll catch jack giving him the finger and laugh before returning it below view of the camera

or he’ll catch race’s eye from where he’s standing behind all the studio lights and do a little wave under the camera and return the wink from earlier, and the unbothered fighter facade will crack a little bit

but he’s not completely convinced that’s such a bad thing

GOD THIS POST IS SO MUCH LONGER THEN I MEANT IT TO BE IM SORRY

but Yeah. Them.

i love this au a helleva lot more than i should but that’s Fine cause i’ve got thoughts for days on it

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officialleotolstoy · 4 years ago

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Oh Dolokhov Brainrot We’re Really In It Now, aka Dolokhov playlist annotations!

A note on the cover photo: I don’t really like this one but I got tired of looking at men on Pinterest so I gave up. The window symbolizes the rum window and the smoking symbolizes uhhhhh habitual bad life choices idk

Drinking game take a shot every time I say “it’s about the vibes”

Wrecking Ball - Mother Mother

“I break it just because I can”

This is THEE ‘I am going to cause problems on purpose’ song and that is like his entire narrative purpose!! Argue with me about this one I dare you

The Good, The Bad, and the Dirty - Panic! At The Disco

“If you wanna start a fight you better throw the first punch, make it a good one”

Partially its just vibes, I won’t lie. But also the consistent spoiling for a fight is very in character

Shoot to Thrill - AC/DC

“I’m like evil, I get under your skin”

It’s got I Am Morally Repulsive But Also I’ll Steal Your Girl energy which really hits all of Dolokhov’s character traits. And of course the added bonus of gun imagery.

Mr. Brightside - The Killers

“It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this”

I added it strictly for vibes, but then I realized the quoted lyric is very much him @ the Kuragins if you take the reading that he refuses to admit he actually like them but grows genuinely fond of them over time even though he initially got to know them with a lot of ulterior motives.

Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen

“Mama, I just killed a man”

The amount of songs that are on these playlists just for what are essentially your mom jokes since Dolokhov loves his mom so much is a little pathetic. But I’m not wrong! I can’t really put it into words but something about this song has Dolokhov energy.

Feel It Still - Portugal the Man

“Give in to that easy living, goodbye to your hopes and dreams”

A good deal of what I find interesting about Dolokhov is the internal conflict he has of knowing he’s become rather wicked and problematic but also not really trying very hard to change and almost enjoying it so a lot of the songs on here are about that, including this one. The “I’m a rebel just for kicks now” also very much screams Causing Problems On Purpose.

The Bidding - Tally Hall

“I like to take advantage of the bourgeoisie”

His whole role in volume one and two is to take advantage of the bourgeoisie! This song also oozes confidence and a sense of superiority that comes from being better than the sellouts in high society, Dolokhov’s not like other girls uwu (he really is, but I don’t think he would admit that).

Say Amen (Saturday Night) - Panic! At The Disco

“I could be better but baby it’s Saturday night”

Embracing his own wickedness! The idea that he knows he could be better than he is but he doesn’t want to take that opportunity...yeah vibes

Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) - Fall Out Boy

“I became such a strange shape from trying to fit in”

This is the epitome of the “woe is me I need to be purified” phase he goes through when he’s into Sonya. Also “I’ll stop wearing black when they make a darker color” reminds me of Comet Dolokhov’s stupid eyeliner <3

Some Nights - fun.

“So what is this? I sold my soul for this?”

There’s a long stretch of this playlist that just boils down to “Woe is me I need to be purified” crisis hours, because Dolokhov’s oscillation between embracing his own cruelty and trying to be a good person is super interesting to me. This song captures the idea that he’s still having fun and there’s some good there, but he’s also aware that he’s losing himself a bit

Roaring 20s - Panic! At The Disco

“I don’t even know me”

“Woe is me i need to be purified” crisis AGAIN. This song gets more to the annoyance with society as a whole and feeling kind of lost in it

Send Them Off! - Bastille

“Help me exorcise my mind”

“Please purify me 16 year old girl! I’m 27 this isnt creepy at all ahahahha”. I do despise Sonyakhov but this has the vibes of a man feeling his own evil and wanting a woman to fix it. Not a great look.

Easy Days (Demo) - Bastille

“I don’t wanna fall back again, back into the easy days”

Near the end of the “woe is me I need to be purified” phase when he’s kind of drifting back to his old ways and he’s like wait no- wait- and then he does anyway because he’s horrible. I also really like the acknowledgment that his horribleness is easy and pleasant for him, and he has to fight against that (and he loses that fight HDJAJJD).

Undisclosed Desires - Muse

“You trick your lovers that you’re wicked and divine”

This is a Dolokhov/Nikolai song I do not take constructive criticism. Undisclosed desires...not being straight...lots to think about! It feels almost like a corruption arc? Nikolai isn’t corrupted nor does their...fling (?) last very long but Nikolai is obviously enamored with Dolokhov despite him being The Worst so I think this fits. I don’t have enough songs for a Nikolai/Dolokhov playlist so I just add those songs to both of their individual playlists

Thnks fr th Mmrs - Fall Out Boy

“Thanks for the memories even though they weren’t so great”

Also mostly a Nikolai/Dolokhov song. This man has never ended a relationship on good terms, huh. Also. Sighs heavily. “He tastes like you only sweeter” never fails to make me laugh when I think about it in the context of Dolokhov post-duel being like oh?? You’re just a stupid WOMAN Hélène your brother and/or Nikolai is hotter than you :/ which is not exactly what I think happened but it makes me laugh to consider. Dolokhov ur bitterrrrr

Dangerous - Royal Deluxe

“I’ll be the last man standing here, I’m not going anywhere”

I feel like this has the vibes of his cruelty, especially in that bit after the Kuragins have died when he and Petya infiltrate the French army.

Another One Bites The Dust - Queen

“There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man”

He will hurt you and kill you so violently :) It’s about the vibes.

White Wedding Pt. 1 - Billy Idol

“It’s a nice day to start again”

In the exact inverse to his “woe is me I need to be purified” phase, he’s like ok yes i will pick up bad habits again and enjoy them because frick you! I read once that this song is about a relapse into drugs, but I’m making it analogous to his relapse into Terrible Person Behavior after Sonya’s rejection. Also the repetition of the phrase little sister does something for my brain idk, after we know he loves his mom and sister it just fits.

Highway to Hell - AC/DC

“I’m on the highway to hell and I’m goin down”

Like White Wedding, it screams acceptance of his problematicness. He knows he’s cruel and evil and he revels in it. This is the phase we see him in most I think.

Back in Black - AC/DC

“It’s been too long, I’m glad to be back”

I think this plays every time he gets reinstated to an army position he lost by being reckless earlier. Just kidding sort of but listen to this song and tell me it doesn’t have Dolokhov vibes. If you do, you’re wrong <3

Poet - Bastille

“I have written you down now, you will live forever”

This is just here cause he ghostwrote Anatole’s love letters and I think it’s funny. It’s MY playlist and I get to choose the barely relevant Bastille songs

St. Jude - Florence + The Machine

“Maybe I’ve always been more comfortable in chaos”

This one’s more scattered lyrics than an overall vibe. “Each side is a loser so who cares who fired the gun” has duel energy also.

Hey Look Ma, I Made It - Panic! At The Disco

Confession: I hate this song. However, it’s about the about the MOM R U PROUD OF ME vibes (she is. Should she be? Probably not).

Rich Kids - Bea Miller

“It’s never enough for the stuck up types”

The not coming from wealth and having to almost scam your way into being part of the aristocratic scene is very Dolokhov. Also in my mind the rich kid he’s roasting is specifically Nikolai.

Money, Money, Money - ABBA

“It’s a rich man’s world”

I’m not SAYING the wealthy man they talk about is Anatole but - [i am shot]. Scheming and clawing your way up to wealth is Dolokhovcore.

This Is Gospel - Panic! At The Disco

I literally have no justification for this other than that i think modern AU Dolokhov would vibe with it. Look at the amount of eyeliner he wears in Comet and tell me he didn’t have an emo band phase. You can’t.

Trouble’s Coming - Royal Blood

This is not about the words at all, it’s more about the vibes. It just sounds Dolokhovish to me, don’t ask me to explain.

Sleep Alone - Two Door Cinema Club

“They’re just ghosts and they can’t hurt him if he can’t see them”

This gives me post-Kuragins’ death vibes, and I can’t pin down exactly why? I think it’s the idea of being very alone and closed off.

Golden Days - Panic! At The Disco

I can’t put a specific lyric to it but it’s the vibes of looking back on your hedonistic youths with nostalgia and rose-colored glasses. Post-Kuragins’ death vibes again.

Go Get Your Gun - The Dear Hunter

“One foot in the grave, the other one’s kickin’ its way right down to hell”

All we see of him after the Kuragins’ death is just him being particularly cruel and reckless, almost careless. This feels like it encapsulates that energy.

The Fallen - Franz Ferdinand

“They say you’re a troubled boy just because you like to destroy”

I’m aware that a good portion of this song is about a Christ figure but I’m going to respectfully ask you to ignore that bit and just focus on all the Sketchy Things the guy does instead. Thank you. He does in fact like to destroy things! Señor Cause Problems On Purpose back at it again at krispy kreme, huh.

#war and peace #fedya dolokhov #my post #w&p playlists #i counted i said the word vibes 13 times #so sorry

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