#like this random family keeps trying to steal their wives

[shinedoitsulikeabright]

I wish she actually tried going after Amphi because that would've been so hilarious imo.

Did you know Pirithous had a sister?

(Pirithous, still tied to his chair, watches as Ixion rolls by on his wheel.) Pirithous: Was… was that my dad…? Alecto: Yes. Rumor has it he tried sleeping with the queen of the gods after Zeus invited him to dinner. Pirithous: … (At Physadeia's house… Physadeia answers the door to find a glaring Poseidon staring at her. She sweats.) Physadeia: L-Lord Poseidon…? Poseidon: You better not get any ideas… Physadeia: A-about what…? Poseidon: Your father tried sleeping with Hera and your brother tried marrying Persephone. I don't know who cursed your family, but you better not get any ideas about my Trity! Physadeia: (sweats more) I… I'm straight… Poseidon: Good.

[onceuponaloonatic]

hehe a little follow up to what i posted yesterday because i know your all curious :)

tw: abuse, jail, cursing, etc...

After her labor, Sana is exhausted. She wonders how people do this more than once and briefly wonders how her own mother had given birth to her. Sana had been an even longer labor than Nico was, her Aunt had told her her mother was in labor with her for more than thirty six hours. Sana had no idea how she was able to even get through that.

Her mother. Sana hadn’t thought about her in a while. The thought usually associated with Sana’s parents briefly crossed her mind. When were they getting out? The release date initially set for her parents had been very tentative, but Sana remembers it was still about five years from now. That was a bit scary. In five years her parents would be free again, for the first time since she was a scared teenager. She had sent them three letters over the years. Once when she got into college, a second when decided to major in physics, and a third right before graduation where she gushed about Mina and Jihyo. She never had the courage to go visit them. She supposed she might have if any of her letters had ever been returned, but Sana had long given up the hope of a return letter. It had been nearly twenty years, she wasn’t even sure if her parents even remembered those letters anymore. Mina and Jihyo interrupt her thoughts before she can think about her parents too much. They are both worried about her, asking her if she needs anything or if there was anything they could do for her. They tell her all of their friends were crowded around the window with all the newborns trying desperately to see their baby and probably making a huge scene and that makes Sana laugh. Because she could picture that so vividly, her friends all crowded around a glass display, probably pushing each other and being loud and obnoxious and not even realizing it. That was just how her friends, her real family, were. Sana couldn’t help but smile as she remembered that. Her parents hadn’t been her family in a long time, but she had found a much much better one. It would have been nice to let them meet Nico before the doctors stole her away from intubation, but Sana knew she had no control over that. “Did you get any pictures?” Sana asked the two of them. They had both followed the doctors out with Nico, letting Sana rest for a bit while they watched the baby. “A couple. The doctor let us take a few before they connected her to all of the machines.” Jihyo tries to keep things light, both she and Mina knew all too well that Sana was probably blaming herself for Nico being born early. “Wanna see?” Sana nods eagerly, scooting over a bit in her hospital bed so Jihyo could sit down next to her. “She looks so red.” Sana giggled as she swiped through the pictures. Jihyo had done a pretty good job with them. “Like a little tomato.” “Hey well she is our little tomato.” Mina giggled as she got on Sana’s other side, kissing her head as she wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “The doctors said that was normal and her skin would be normal soon.”

“That’s good.” Sana hummed. “Was she behaving?” “She was being a little fussy earlier though, wouldn’t stop wiggling around as the doctors connected her to the heart rate monitor and tubes.” Jihyo kissed Sana’s shoulder. Sana continues to scroll, both of her wives falling silent as she did. “Did- did they say anything about when she could come home?” Sana stops when she sees a picture with wires connected to their baby. Insecurities bubbled over and tears welled up in Sana’s eyes as she thought about Nico struggling. “They said around Christmas if everything goes well.” Jihyo answered, taking her phone back and putting it in her pocket.

“Was there- was there anything wrong with her?” Mina and Jihyo are both quiet at Sana’s question. Of course they want to tell their wife the truth, but that was hard when they knew it would only hurt Sana. “Please tell me.” Sana begs when she notices their silence. “It’s-it’s her lungs.” Jihyo sighs. “They said she’s probably going to have breathing problems her entire life. Something about them not developing properly and that it was normal for preemies.” That word slipped off of Jihyo’s tongue so easily it almost scared Sana. Preemie. Their daughter was a preemie. “But they also said they aren’t fatal or anything.” Mina rubbed Sana’s shoulder. “They said she will be able to live a mostly normal life.” “That’s good.” Sana sighed. “Can you send me the pictures? I want to send them to my Aunt.” “Yeah sure.” Jihyo smiled at Sana. “Done.” Sana looked around for her phone at Jihyo’s response and it was only then it dawned on her it was gone. “Do you guys have my phone?” Sana asked. “No.” Mina nodded. “I don’t either. I’ll check the hospital bag though.” Their hospital bag had been very hastily thrown together. They would have assembled a real one if it weren’t for the fact that Sana’s labor was so sudden. Because it was, they spent barely a minute just throwing random things in a duffle bag. There were some random hoodies, a change of clothes for Sana, and a couple phone chargers. That was all Mina could manage to get in with the time pressure they had been on. “It’s not here babe.” Jihyo sighed. “Did you leave it at home?” “I think so.” Sana sighed. “I can go get it for you.” Mina kissed Sana’s temple, noticing her stress. “No, it’s not that urgent.” Sana nodded. “I can wait until tomorrow.” “Are you sure?” Mina asks. “Yeah.” Sana pulled her down until a kiss. “Everything I need is here in this hospital.”

xx

Sana is discharged the next morning, but under strict instructions not to move around much. She grumbles about how they don’t have to worry about it, she barely can move as it is. The hospital gives them a wheelchair for her to go home in, but when they get home Sana insists on being carried by Jihyo who giggles and lifts her up slowly. Jihyo had been Momo’s gym buddy for years, as she was the only one who didn’t know Momo well enough to say no when she asked. Jihyo remembers when she told Mina and Sana about it and both of them told her she had made a mistake. They told her that Momo’s workouts were always so hard and took so long that they weren’t worth it. Jihyo ended up still going though, and she found herself getting used to it over time. Jihyo situates her in bed before leaving to take a shower. Mina begins to prepare lunch once she’s sure Sana is comfortable and Sana grabs her phone. She’s still in a bit of a weird headspace. It was weird to not have her daughter pushing at her back or kicking her anymore. It was weird to know her daughter was in the world miles from home. It was weird to think she had a daughter now. A living breathing daughter, that was no longer just a mass of cells inside of her. It was weird knowing she was someone’s mother now.

Sana finds her phone on the nightstand. She makes Jihyo hand it to her before she begins to shower and Sana realizes she has quite a few messages. Most of them are from her friends, and it makes her so happy to read them.

from that annoying bitch

Yesterday 11:56 PM

i know i didn’t get to see you today but i just wanted to make sure you were okay. mina and hyo say you're fine but i promised my mom i would make sure. i’m really happy for you and your daughter is so cute which is honestly surprising considering who her mom is. mina and hyo said we can meet her around christmas and i think nayeon might have put it in her phone calendar, just a warning my wife can be crazy with babies :p

Sana couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Momo’s text. Of course that was what Momo said.

to that annoying bitch

Just now

i left my phone at home, sorry lol. i’m pretty sore but i just got home. you can tell auntie i’m fine and that i’ll send some pictures of nico over in a bit. thanks for checking in, i knew you loved me ;)

from that annoying bitch

Just now

sorry but you know i never have. your just all weird from the post pregnancy

hormones :p

to that annoying bitch

Just now

you’ll admit it one day, mommy knows you're a good girl momoring ;)

from that annoying bitch

Just now

shut up i hate you so much :p do i have to deal with mommy jokes from now on?

to that annoying bitch

Just now

well considering i was making them before and i wasn’t a mom then, yes :p

from that annoying bitch

Just now

i cannot stand you

to that annoying bitch

Just now

your just annoyed i’m a milf and your not :p

from that annoying bitch

Just now

you are insufferable

Sana giggled at that. Her and Momo had always been the same and it was something really appreciated. It may have sounded like they hated each other, but truthfully they loved each other a lot. They were like twins. Sana and Momo. Momo and Sana. It had always, and would always be the two of them. Sana had never had a biological sister, but Momo was by far the closest thing she was ever going to get. She decides to start going through some other messages after she decided she had messed with Momo enough. from momo’s hot wife

Yesterday 12:05 am

send me baby pics

this isn’t a request it’s a demand

i need nico pics now

to momo’s hot wife

Just now

sorry i left my phone at home here

[image sent]

from momo’s hot wife

Just now

OH MY GOD I’M IN LOVE SHE’S SO CUTE BRB I’M GOING TO THE HOSPITAL TO STEAL HER

to momo’s hot wife

Just now

okay but after you steal her i’m coming to take her back :p

While waiting for Nayeon to respond she went through her other messages. They were mainly just congrats texts with a few worried ones, just as Sana was expecting. What she wasn’t expecting was the one from her Aunt. from auntie

two days ago

hey sana, it’s been a while :) i hope the pregnancy is going okay and i can’t wait to meet my granddaughter. just to let you know so you don’t have to find out through someone else… they set your parents' release date today. it’s set for november three years from now. i can go get them from jail, so you don’t have to worry about picking them up. i talked to your mom today and they plan on getting an apartment right after getting out right outside of seoul. i just thought it would be good for you to know. i love you and can’t wait to see you at christmas!

Reading that text made Sana feel like she was going to be sick. They set her parents' release date? Her parents were going to be coming back? To Seoul? The thought of that made her feel like she was going to be sick.

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Tell us about your bottled up OC lore

Everything below the cut. I’m serious when I say it’s long.

Loki x Sigyn (Logyn)

Incredibles AU:  Sigyn is a superhero and Loki is her sworn arch nemesis.  They’re flirted, fought, and occasionally teamed up to take on bigger threats. But, when an act passes forcing all superheroes to go into hiding, Loki finds it’s not fun being a villian without a hero. He finds Sigyn and the pair of them eventually fall in love, get married, and settle down with a couple of kids.  But even if Loki can’t deny the happiness his new life brings him, are part of him longs for the adventure and excitement of yesteryear.  He’s given an opportunity when a package arrives asking him for his “unique insight” on an upcoming project.  How can he resist?

Look, I just want an opportunity to write them both as parents and also have some awkward PTA meetings between him and Sigyn’s fellow hero co-workers.

Just a big ol’ Hunger Games AU that I literally forgot about until just now: Start of the revolution against President Doom lead by survivors of the Hunger Games with Steve Rogers and their new symbol. It’s just two random kids in this universe not one boy one girl.

Tony Stark: Stark is a favorite of the capitol and builds a lot of their tech.  He was taken into the games at 15. During the games he was blasted with some shrapnel and had to hide out in a cave.  There he met Yinsen and he took pity on Tony.  He helped Tony build a makeshift arch reactor to survive the games. Yinsen was killed and Tony survived by inventing weapons and blasting his way out.

Bruce Banner: Bruce is more of a hermit to the public eye, but still close friends with Tony.  He was forced into the games at 13.  Starting out as a rather timid and quiet boy he spent most of the game simply trying to stay out of everyone’s way, hiding in caves, trees and so on.  It came down to the last handful of kids and none of them were particularly motivated to kill the others since all of them had done what Bruce had done and hid.  To spice things up the game masters sprayed aggression toxin into the air.  All the kids were susceptible to it, but Bruce was the worst.  He ended up killing all the kids himself with his bare hands. Although the toxins did wear off Bruce still fears that anger inside of himself.  He suffers from PTSD and when he is angry he does become violent.

Thor Odinson: Thor is another one of the capitols darlings.  He and Loki entered the games together during an anniversary game in which if one was chosen and had a sibling that sibling must enter the game as well if they are at age. If by the end of the game both siblings are left standing, they can both live.  He was 16 at the time.  Thor relied on his strength with his preferred weapon being a large hammer. He was also one to form alliances with other members while Loki remained wary.  In the end there was Thor, Loki, and two other members of their alliance. Thor wanted to be fair and give the two other survivors a chance.  Loki took the opportunity to poison the water they stole from him and Thor in the night. Thor was at first disgusted with what his brother did, but over the years accepted that Loki did it to save both of them.  

Loki Odinson: Along with Thor he is a capitol favorite.  While Thor plays up the honorable warrior persona, Loki relies on the charming scoundrel. He entered the games with his brother at 15.  Loki relied heavily on his wits and traps to survive.  Once the alliance was broken he knew the other team would not kill him and Thor in their sleep, but they would steal some of their supplies.  Loki made sure to leave food and water in the open for them to take, all of it poisoned.  He does not regret anything he did in the games since it lead to Thor and his survival. What he hasn’t told Thor, or anyone, was that he knew that if Thor got in his way of living, he would have let Thor die.

Natasha Romanov: Game master for the reunion Hunger Games, Natasha is actually working for the rebellion as a double agent.

Clint Barton: He is one of the less praised winners; he makes less of a secret in his distaste with the capitol.  He doesn’t have any family for the capitol to threaten, so he sometimes says things he shouldn’t.  Clint entered the games when he was 14.  His brother Barney was chosen as well.  For most of the games Barney watched after Clint, both of them were skilled archers and shot at opponents from the trees.  Towards the end of the game Barney went down to get some food while Clint waited for him.  Barney was captured and tortured by some of the other kids to find out where Clint was, but he didn’t spill.  That night Clint heard a boom in the sky and he woke up to see that Barney was dead. Clint spent the rest of the games looking for the rest of the kids and killed them all.  Clint is more than ready to fight the capitol and shows it enough for people to catch on it, but not enough for the capitol to kill him.

Juliet Holden: Juliet remains out of the public eye if she can avoid it and spends as much time as she can with her family. She was forced into the games at 17 along with a girl named Beth who as 16.  They stuck together throughout the games.  Juliet used more hand to hand combat and hiding while Beth was more of an inventor.  During an attack Juliet got shocked and Beth helped her through it.  Juliet got out alright, but she lost a lot of her pain censors meaning she could take a hit longer.  Beth took inspiration and made some make shift gloves that could shock opponents to death.  Beth was eventually killed leaving Juliet the winner.  Juliet still feels survivor’s guilt about Beth since she was the smarter one between the two of them.  She hates the capitol with a burning passion, but unlike Clint has a very large family she needs to protect and care for.

Sigyn Odinson: Wife to Loki, their wedding was shown throughout the capitol making Sigyn as much as a capitol darling as Loki.  This was planned by both Loki and Thor to keep Sigyn and Jane safe.  If they were capitol favorites the capitol would be less likely to hurt either of them.  As a result she became one of the few non-winners to be invited to the capitol. She knows how to be charming and play the role of the dutiful wife.  Unfortunately with this new found confidence Thor started speaking more freely his dislike of the capitol.  President Doom knew he couldn’t hurt Thor or Loki or their wives so he turned to their children.  Jane couldn’t have kids so Loki and Sigyn’s children were forced into the games. Both boys died leaving Sigyn devastated. She no longer went to the capitol with Loki and was an adamant planner in taking down the capitol.

Poe Dameron x Lana Solo (Polo)

Modern AU: I wrote a sum up of it here

Bodhi Rook x Sera Darros

YouTuber AU: Linked Here

Coffee Shop/College AU: Linked Here

10 Things I Hate About You AU:

Jyn: Kat  

Sera: Bianca  

Bodhi: Cameron  

Cassian: Patrick  

K-2SO: Michael  

Baze: Mrs. Perkey  

Chirrut: Mr. Morgan  

Draven: Dad  

Male OC: Joey

Roadtrip AU:

Sera is going off the college and her adopted brother Cassian and his best friend Kay are helping her move across country.

Along the way they spot a woman having trouble with her car and offer her a ride to the nearest gas station to call a tow. The woman reveals herself to be Jyn Erso.  She’s going cross country to meet her father who she hadn’t seen since she was about eight. When she calls the tow they say they can’t get if fixed for a few days.  Sera then offers for her to join them on the trip since they’re going in the same direction.  Jyn agrees and they’re off.

They travel for about a day when the car breaks down and they have to get it fixed.  They go to a local mechanic where Bodhi is working.  As he fixes the car he and Sera strike up a conversation where she tells them where they’re going. Bodhi says that he’s going to the same school she is, transferring from junior college.  Sera then offers that he come with them since she wants to know someone when she gets there and it would be fun.  Cassian begrudgingly agrees since the car isn’t at it’s best and having a mechanic on hand would be helpful. 

They travel for another couple of days before eventually reaching a small camp sight.  They had been driving all day and all need some rest.  The nearest motel is miles always so they decide to camp out. Sera pulls what she can out of the car and makes up a camp using her blankets and sheets.  They all have a nice night bonding and fall asleep under the stars.

When they wake up the next morning they find that the car has been stolen and the only things they have left are what they took out of the car the night before.  Luckily, a couple, Baze and Chirrut, overheard they’re plight and offer them to ride in their RV.  Chirrut and Baze are both former priest road tripping across the country to see what they can see. 

Hawkeye Pierce x Elizabeth “Doc” O’Neil

Soulmate AU: Linked Here

[blorbosexterminator]

AND I am back. Once again on this lovely day to give my review for the EPISODE 24 so, here we go :

Agustin is squinting his eyes at him, as Sergio keeps muttering that Agustin has in fact done what he just mentioned he did and which both of them have known for years. 

Federico is 99% dead?! Damn, what is Sergio's gonna do?! Make it 100% ? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

(I got a feeling that Federico is the kidnapper or atleast a very important lead to them)

Btw, WHO IS FEDERICO?! Tatiana's alive husband?!

(Look at me, hoping like a moron she aint dead

My dog : Yep, total moron 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Me :

Me : NOBODY ASKED FOR YOUR BITCH-ASS OPINION, YOU DUMB-FUCK DONKEY!!!! 😡😡😡)

Martin, my darling, my sweetheart, my poor angel. Nada, some help? Atleast gimme some tips, bruh, come on, you cant desert me like that. Not when I need to help someone 🙁🙁🙁

since, drunk, the last idea he got was that Laura turned out to be completely insane and kidnapped Andrés to marry him

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Martin, honey, stop drinking. This getting out of hand 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣. But then again, Andres is so hot poor thing keeps on doubting.

As Roci said in one of the tags, his wives deserve the highest civilian award for putting up with him.

(Although, I just had a frisky thought. What if Sergio wanted Andres away from Martin, not because he cared bout his hermano but......😳😳😳😳😳 *whispers loudly* he wanted Andres all for himself? In *frantically looks around* INCEST WAY?!)

(Calm down, my deranged mind, you went too far 🤣🤣🤣)

Who knows, it could be the professor he punched in the middle of an exam once. Martín doesn’t think he has forgiven him.

Mood, bruh, such a mood 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 NO, OMG 😆😆😆 I didnt do it, but I do kinda have a beef with my Organic prof. I'll go off tangent again, so tell me if you wanna know the story.

He sent Silene in disguise to collect the cctv from the nearby shops and streets. His own cctv has been disabled since the IT bitch ruined it, Martín will kill him when he gets them back.

I think if and only IF Silene finds something good, her % of redemption will increase.

(Raquel s2e7 deja vu, I see what you did there 😏)

And Martin about to go John Wick on anyone & everyone. I tell ya Keanu Reeves will be crying when he sees Martin go nuts. I am willing to bet he'll pull a gun on the poor milkman, who just wanna do his job 😆😆😆

So he calls Bogota, with a little (not that little) handwritten list in his hand with the names of people he thinks he might have ruined their life in the past. 

Martin : Okay, I'll just take out the list and

*the paper rolls out the door, travels around the world for 5 times and comes back while going over top of Everest and bottom of Marina Trench*

No, it’s because when he hated Martín, he had always hated him openly. If he wanted to hurt him, then he’d just try to stab him in the middle of the living room.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

“Bogota, did Tatiana have any family?”

“No, who of us did, Martín?”

“You literally have 7 children and 7 ex-wives.”

COMEDY GOLD, NADA 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

“Those kids are ungrateful bastards, if I fall dead tomorrow they would just run to see what they’ve inherited.”

Aka THE PLOT of 70% Indian Telenovas 🤣🤣🤣. Also this line alone has so much soap opera vibes 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

He has no choice but to go to fucking Sergio Marquina. And if it’s his wife, then even better. Keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer. 

For fuck sake, Martín, Ive been telling you from last 2 ep

Stop. Blaming. Raquel.

Also, 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 damn, these 2 assholes cant keep away from each other. Nada, are we sure these 2 married the right people? As much I am a Berlermo ship stan, this here is just smth else 😆😆😆

Uh-oh 🙁 this asshole son of a bitch just poked the mama bear. And if ANDRES of all people narrows his eyes at you, You are, quoting Martin from last ep, truly, utterly, entirely, thoroughly and wholly fucked.

“Do you know him?”

“Oh yes, a childhood friend, I stole his pencil once and he never forgave me. Have you heard this Paula? Don’t steal your friends’ pencils, they will never get over the betrayal. You could steal the teacher’s ones though.”

“Why did you steal his pencil?” Paula asked seriously, with a delirious tone, and too tired to even move her head upwards. Raquel is gonna kill every single person involved for doing this to her daughter.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Sassy Andres = Best Andres. Words that should be written with GOLD. Wisdom passed onto generations

Poor Paula 🤣🤣🤣 I just imagine this in some other situation :

Andres : *saying smth smth*

Paula : *taking notes & asking questions*

Raquel after seeing her daughter :

Look what you made me do

🎶But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time

Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time

I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined

I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do🎶

(Look what you made me do by Taylor Swift)

I am telling you Nada, by the time Raquel will be done with everyone, Uma Thurman will cry buckets because no one, okay?, no one can compete with A MAMA BEAR RAQUEL MURILLO.

“Poison is a woman’s choice of weapon, Anibal. Don’t be disrespectful.”

Again, words of wisdom. Only time hes not being a misogynist.

Also, Andres, my dear, are you speaking this from experience?

(Why do I think that Martin got Tatiana killed cause she poisoned him and Martin had to watch Andres fight for his life in hospital?)

“He won’t say anything, Mama. He’s the one who kidnapped grandma with Silene!”

Is anyone gonna listen to her? Or do I need to bonk Raquel myself? 🤦‍♀️

“Silence!” she screams. “I need to know everything that happened, if we’re getting out of here alive.” 

FINALLY!!!! SOME COMMON SENSE!!!! WE THANK THE LORD FOR MERCY!!!

And as for me, its time for me to say goodbye and goodnight (Cause its quarter to 12 rn in my watch)

AND ILL SEE YALL TOMORROW 🤗 BYE!!! 🙋‍♀️

I'm back as well! And we've finally caught up with each other.

Valid reaction. Sergio is also slowly going insane. Love that for him.

He's hoping he could. We all know this family has beef with that last one percentage.

(we'll see👀👀👀)

Hope is all we got at this point afabgs.

Now, now, don't speak to him like that. He has valid criticism.

I'd help him if I could, but alas (lmfao no, I do love them suffering)

Same recommendation. But he just, poor boy, could nothing to think of. So might as well be Laura. (also fair, who knows, maybe Andrés gets constantly kidnapped and forced into marriage)

Definitely, she's 100%. I really don't know how they do it.

Avsnsjsvjshsjs all theories are valid. Maybe Sergio does want Martín or Andrés, who knows what goes in the head of that fucker.

Seems like an interesting story! I never got along with my chemistry teachers. (Got one once to tell me that he's still not kicking me out of class only because he feels bad for my parents that they have to deal with me and they'll be the ones who will have to deal with the mess lmfao.)

Yes, have some faith in her!

100% accurate. Martín is this close from just shooting random people in the supermarket because they also could be the ones who kidnapped Andrés.

HAHAHA YES. This is exactly how the scene went.

We stan honesty in this house.

So happy you found it funny!!

I can confirm! Like 70% of all Egyptian drama as well.

I don't think he's hearing you well. But afnajscsgsh SAME. Okay look, now I really understand show runners with super homoerotic ships that they refuse to make canon. You try and make two male characters hate each other so much for plot then it slips and gets homoerotic.

Totally agree. This guy isn't making enemies with the right people (they are all dumb, but also none of them have anything that even resembles a moral compass)

Totally agree. This guy is honestly super amusing to watch and it's mainly because he's incapable of taking any situation in life seriously.

This family is really iconic. (love the song agsnsg) but also like Raquel would basically tell her after writing done his notes just put the title on top: things to never, ever, do.

I believe you! They really fucked with the wrong dumb family.

I mean, he's still a misogynist. Maybe some of us really like dagger, has he considered that?

That's as valid theory as any right there.

Hopefully Raquel will finally start listening to the child!

Raquel is the only one with a semblance of common sense.

Hope you had a good sleep! I'll see you tomorrow!

[magnumdays]

The Episode of Lost Opportunities AKA 2x16

SO I wrote this before watching the promo, then I did and now I know most of us are just FREAKING out about next week (and I’m freaking out the most because ummm they’remakingmyfanficintoanactual EPISODE!!! How does one deal with this????)  but if you want a break from freaking out, here are some thoughts on last night’s episode!

So even though 2x16 was perfectly enjoyable, I’m going to have to officially re-name it “The Episode of Lost Opportunities” because there were so many plots and just tid-bits they could have done great things with.

So yeah not really a review today, instead I’m going to (in true Jenny Nicholson fashion) make a numbered list of things I think they should have added /done something with, in no particular order.

Miss nr. 1. Not having Higgy tease Magnum back with British pet names. I’m honestly devastated by this. Like what would a little sarcastic “come on luv” or a “Dearie, come here” from Juliet have cost them? The closest we got was Babe take our selfie.

Nr. 2. Not having Mr. Dorky Helpful But Cute guy ask Higgy out. I really thought this was where it was going with him being all “it’s just our second date, we met online” and yeah even though he looked about 12, it would have fit the episode. 

Plus they could have had Magnum standing to the side gesturing like “go for it” and her either saying yes or no and later her and Magnum having a little chat about it. The Yes with him being all “I convinced you to do it” proud and also mildly jealous. The No, with her being all “he’s a suspect” or “he went on a love bus tour!” or “I’m not ready, bc of the dead fiance, remember him?”

Nr. 3. Which takes us neatly to - drowned guy should be bringing up some feelings for Juliet as I’m fairly certain back in Day of The Viper they mention something about how Richard washed up on the shores of something-something (I mean obvs he was shot before but I’d still imagine some associations there).

Also her own almost drowning in 1x19 (even if this episode’s dude wasn’t drowned, it did seem so at first and he was still in the water). I just feel maybe there could have been some feelings here that our favorite duo actually talked about. Just a nice little call back to either one of those would have been great. One line! Is that too much to ask for?

Nr. 4 on the list of missed opportunities is for me going to be Theresa (Teresa?). TC’s old flame. And this is a big one! 

I honestly would have loved it if they went with this - as in have him not be so damned noble and let the childhood sweetheart go. Like, why not have them actually try to make a go at it?

Maybe she could have been there with just her boyfriend rather than husband to make it less of a thing and then maybe give it an episode or two and have them talk over the internet before she comes back and they get back together! Because why can’t anyone have a girlfriend? Like why do all of the guys need to be such lone wolves? 

I mean, I get it, because they are a family/brothers, but having even just one more minor female recurring would be interesting and would add dimension to the gang and characters!

Now this is like one of those random side plots that don’t really do much because in the end nothing has changed. Other than us learning a little more about TC, which is nice, but it doesn't seem like it will actually impact future episodes and didn’t really connect a whole lot with the episode. TC is just off getting closure to a relationship we never knew he needed closure for. Which means we’re not super invested.

I feel like this is a bit of a problem with the show in general. We get really nice and moving and character developing stuff for characters we haven’t been shown to need, as with Kumu last week and now TC. Rick and his dying “dad” Ice-Pick and even Shammie with his lying army buddy. Even Gordon and his son. Jin and his sisters and that’s why he steals.

These things could all have had 100 times more impact if they’d established these problems/ relationships earlier. Like if we had learned Kumu's husband had cheated on her and had a child with another woman (or maybe that Kumu is a bit sad she never had kids on her own) sometime before - over the past 30 episodes, wouldn’t last week’s episode, where she finally reaches out to the husband’s kid, would have been so much more emotionally satisfying? 

Same if Theresa had been mentioned as TC’s great love and maybe him being sad some episodes ago (or even back in 1x19 when his dad doesn't come to visit - that could have been about him seeing a post about her getting married and him being upset about it and connecting with Rick about that.) 

Like I get that maybe sometimes they just throw random things in there but at the same time why do they need to do that? Want to do that? Isn’t there someone keeping track of the big picture? Giving characters long running story arcs over a season or even multiple ones should be someone’s job. 

If it’s not, I volunteer! 

Seriously Lenkov I’m currently unemployed and totally up for it, just give me a call! I already know we think the same... (Marriage of Inconvenience). 

Nr. 5 Not having Gordon comment something on the fact that he’s been called to a murder scene on a Island Love tour bus site by his favorite PI duo. Like yeah they’d have told him why they were there but he still should have teased them about it! Like “What were you two doing here anyways? Something going on?” and both of them giving a horrified “NO!”.

Nr. 6 when the guy says “is he crazy?” after Magnum jumped into the waterfall pool thing, not having Higgy be all “Yes, he is”, then jumping in after him, was a huge miss. That would have been so funny and shown how much alike they are (even if Higgy will always be the sane one...)

Nr. 7. Not having Magnum and Higgins try to pretend to be together when the bus driver catches them. I mean come on! At least some more hand holding! Snuggling? I’m not saying to just kiss already okay maybe I am saying that.

Nr. 8. Not one real Miggy moment in this episode? I mean lots of bickering and maybe for a moment with her being all “well done” when he tells the cheating a-hole he’s an idiot for having an affair. And if the camera had stayed on him for a few seconds more when they’re toasting at the end we know we’d have gotten a Mangum looks had Higgy soft heart eyes moment. But we didn’t. But other than that, not really much feel-y moments even if we got plenty of cute stuff.

Nr. 9.  Sandy and how they find out Sandy is the killer! Like what? She cut the bus’s fuel line  which makes no sense, she’d wouldn’t want to trap herself right?  Sandy if you’d just not cut the fuel line and stayed with the group, you’d have been taken back to civilization and no one would have figured you out! Or you should have left right away on car/4-wheeler you must have prepared for escape, not stayed around! You could have left down long before the cops got there or the autopsy revealed anything. Same for why does she give her knife to her date? Why not just throw the knife away? She’s in the jungle, big chance it will be found. Not.

And why kill someone in the middle of nowhere, making yourself one of the, like, 8 suspects? Like come on girl, for a hit woman you’re not that clever. Also if you had a gun, why strangle a guy 2x your size? That’s not a smart plan either. Just get a silencer and shoot the guy when he’s on his morning jog back in the city or something! I feel like the only reason they had her be the baddie was so Magnum/ Higgins could say “Shot through the heart” // “How is that for poetic” all dramatically after Gordon took her down.

Problem nr. 10. Tied in with this I just think Sandy as the killer should have not happened. 

In fact, I think having the sweet loving wife as the killer would have been wonderful. 

It would have been a much better twist! Dead guy could have been poisoned (traditional how wive’s kill their husbands… just saying) and then he fell off the cliff. They could surely have found some weird clue to that, like maybe his throat is all swollen and stuff to make them think foul play and then when they’re moving the body towards the end, Magnum realizes it’s poison.

But Higgy stayed back with the ‘grieving’ asthmatic widow and oh no! Must rush back to save my one true love platonic partner. 

We could have had some sort emotional moment where the Wife got Higgy with a knife at her throat and is all “He was supposed to be my best friend, my partner, my everything and he did X” and Magnum being all “Well that woman you’re holding a knife to is my (best) friend, my partner and she didn’t do anything so please put the knife down!” Or something. 

I mean I know that sounds like I’m off in Miggy fanfiction land but honestly I think they could have made it work (this is hilarious when re-reading after watching next weeks trailer). She could have teased him about the best friend bit but then she could have been all soft, “Thomas. Thank you. I’m glad you're my friend.” And the episode could have ended with how love just never seems to end well for anyone which would have been way more on theme for the vibes in this episode (and frankly whole show because no one gets to have a romantic relationship for more than, like, 3 episodes).

Nr. 11. Higgins hair. Not putting it in the fluffy “Blood In the Water” style was a big miss because that hair made her look so freaking adorable. Just saying. I mean both my babies are always adorable I just love the poofy fluff hair from that ep!

Anyways, those were my 11 missed opportunities for episode sixteen!

My fave bits were Magnum and Higgins fake couple thing at the start. Magnum being all like “While we’re up here we might as well take a selfie!” and then when talking to the old couple his, *I’m just gonna keep my hand here, on your waist! I’m real smooth* move. 

I enjoyed the fast action pack-ed-ness of the whole ep and the pretty Hawaii scenery we got. The more I watch Magnum PI the more I want to visit Hawaii (one day when there is no Corona, I’m much richer and 20h airplane rides are suddenly comfortable, I will!) and just enjoying all the amazing natural beauty and stuff.

The Rick and TC’s interactions were also highlights, I loved the whole “just pretend to walk by”. Like so middle-school yet so relatable because who hasn’t done that when we’re like, is that Lisa from second grade? And just we walked down the cat food aisle perusing cat food (when we most def. don’t have a cat), just to check if it is indeed Lisa.

Also this made me crack up so hard.

Magnum: Muffin? 

Higgy: Could you please not refer to me as a breakfast pastry.

That’s just so on point for Higgy I can’t even!

You guys agree with my missed opportunities? Or have any of your own for this or any other episodes?

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(And who is desperately searching for a time machine to steal so it can be next week - right this minute!! LIKE!!! I’m still freaking out from the trailer.)

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BNHA AU ideas: Brothers in Arms AU

Also on AO3!

TL:DR: Inko and Mistuki are together but Mistuki is dating Masaru for appearances. Izuku and Katsuki are brothers. 

Mitsuki and Inko have been dating since high school and Masaru is their ace/aro beard

"hey antuie Inko? why do you and mum share a bedroom but not dad?" ",,,,, he snores"

Bakugo and Izuku slip up so much when they talk abt their moms

okay okay I’m all for quirk society being all open minded about same sex relationships but for the sake of this au pls consider them being taboo bc no strong quirks r being produced

so like brothers Izuku and Katsuki loving both their moms with all their hearts but not being able 2 tell anyone how amazing it is having two whole moms

they have 2 whole mums and like 1 whole dad

n they end up w 2 more dads cause their teachers are invested

sleepy Bakugo n Izuku trying to count their parents

1,,, 2,,, too many please brother

Bakugo, sleepily but angrily : "tOO ManY"

Masaru being Inko’s cousin or something and the reason katsu and Izu fall out is bc in kindergarten Izuku slipped up and an investigation was conducted so they had to engage, Mitsuki and Masaru

they never got as bad as canon though because I want dumb brothers doing dumbass shit

no nothing will ever be as bad as canon

even Horikoshi didn’t want it to go this far

correct the poor man

when Izu gets OFA he n Bakugo staying behind at school a lot, the parents are worried

it turns out they are doing as much dumb shit as they can

Izu doesn’t tell Bakugo about OFA literally just because Bakugo would be angry if he did

because it'd just be more proof Izu cant keep secrets and he can!! he’s just Very Excited all the time and wants to share

Izuku: gets OFA

Katsuki: "oh god we can never go home again u cant keep ur mouth shut"

Bakugo cheering when they get put in dorms

"the Dumb Bitch cant blab to anyone w/o the rat hearing! thank god!!"

Izuku, trying to hit Bakugo with his whole wardrobe "bitch! You! Told! Kiri! Within! 1! Month!"

Bakugo in tears, "iTS DIFFE R E N T "

Izuku:"nO TF IT AINT

Izuku, who still hasn’t told anyone: "Bitch"

Bakugo, who has told Kirishima about his 2 mothers: tearily "Bitch"

all of 1A: What The Fuck is Wrong with you two

aizawa asking about it, like a fair bit cause hearing "we cant tell them about our parents" whispered between children is Very Concerning

Izuku doesn’t like lying n he is crying which only concerning Aizawa more

"what’s wrong with ur parents?"

"hA HA Nothing our very hetero mother and Father are doing fantastic!!"

Bakugo is trying to drag Izuku out of the classroom while looking concerned and they are Confused

Aizawa, quietly to his husband later:

did they steal a child??? criminals??? abuse?? is Masaru abusive? does Masaru have 2 wives??????? are they abusing the children?????

Aizawa’s husband Mic, long sufferingly: they could just be lesbians Shouta

Aizawa:,,,,,, shit

Aizawa rly creepily coming up to the boys and going “your secret is safe with me”

they r stressed and afraid bc what the fuck is wrong with their homeroom teacher

Izuku n Bakugo: "god please what does he think is happening"

"I thought you were brothers?"

"ha,,??? yes???"

"then why does Bakugo have the quirk/looks of Mitsuki and Masaru and Izuku look like their "friend" Inko? a have a quirk that looks like none of theirs?????"

"Izuku a fucking abomination"

Bakugo n Izuku being lil shits to each other normally but something bad happens and they just kinda stick together like fucking glue

the league ends up kidnapping both of them cause Izuku was holding Bakugo’s hand

Shigiraki: ,,, damn it

Izuku, looking angrier than anyone has ever seen: you fucked up

Bakugo, grinning like a loon: bitch yes you did

pls instead of "don’t come" Bakugo is shrieking "I SWEAR COME FUCKING HOLD MY HAND IM TELLING MOMS ABT THAT TIME U SNUCK OUT TO WATCH AN MA15 ALL MIGHT DOCUSERIES"

they break out over n over again while AFO n Kurogiri keep bringing them back

Shigiraki: you could stop that you know??

Izuku who still has a lot of rage: you could?? god fucking die you know??

Bakugo n Izuku speaking in sign to each other, n someone being like "o sign! cool I can sign too!" n they just stop, n start speaking in nonsense sign bc they are so extra they made up their own sign when they were little

they would be the dumbass siblings who communicate in their own language to piss other people off

please consider someone asking

"your birthdays are like,,, 2 months apart how are you brothers?"

Izuku has a practised response of fake crying while Bakugo yells "he’s fucking adopted you jackass"

"god you’re so insensitive"

every time they have new classes they wait w unrestrained glee for when they get to do that

its best when a teacher asks

mic was the poor man

mIC BURSTING INTO THE TEACHERS LOUNGE S O B B I N G

"SHOUTA IM SO SORRY" "mic what did you do. mic. MIC"

"shOUTA INM SUCH AN INSENSITIVE JACKASS I CANT BELIEVE I SIAD THAT TO IZUKU"

Aizawa, the poor suffering man: :'oh god they got to u too"

Toshi just nods sadly "they got me the second day"

midnight getting war flashbacks

them refusing to tell the other teachers

Nezu does it just so they can pull the act bc he knows how much fun they have

they get a sub for one of their classes and Izuku is vibrating with glee

so they are both Midoriya’s  

just because someone saying the Midoriya doesn’t seem to suit their family as a name

n then, green sheep just wanders into class like "oh ok suits him I guess"

everyone’s just so used to calling them Midoriya and Baku everyone outside 1a and the teachers forgets they’re related

ok but consider Midori and Baku are actually their childhood nicknames for each other

n everyone just thinks he’s Katsuki Baku

"oh,, I thought your last name was baku?"

"1, why one earth would my brother call me by my last name. 2, why would we have different last names?? dumbass"

Kirishima asking Katsuki out like

"Baku, will you go out with me"

"wHIO TF IS BA K U"

Katsuki hiding in Izu's room after this

"he’s so fucking dumb??? I cant date him!! he’s too stupid!!!"

"he’s perfect for you then Kacchan"

Katsuki storming into Izu’s room at random times and like 80% of the time Shinsou is there. they aren’t talking or anything, but Shinsou is camped in front of Izu’s switch

Shinsou doesn’t even turn to look when the door flies open

"get out extra I need 2 talk to my brother"

"perish I’m fighting a boss"

Izu n Shinsou missing a villain attack cause they thought it was Katsuki

everyone evaced, panic looking for them

they go down to the kitchen for lunch, beat up the villain n make sandwiches

Izu giving snacks to the tied up villain

Shinsou has like 30 missed calls and he is Afraid

Izuku, cheerfully calling Bakugo "Shinsou and i made lunch!

Bakugo, about to cry "Izuku what the fuck"

s . a n d w i c h e s

Bakugo, sobbing: "Izuku u could’ve died"

Shinsou, in the distance "bold of you to assume either of us can die"

Shinsou is just the 1A cryptid

he basically only speaks to Izuku n Aizawa

Shinsou standing outside Sero's window, knocking: "w e e d"

Sero, crying : "w ,,, h o are yo u"

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🖊🖊🖊🖊 (I love hearing people talk about their OCs)

let me ramble about my original characters !

ELISHA (ELLIE) SMALL  /  BALLET TEACHER

she was raised to be a spy (and attended the same spy school as lolita did) but decided that it wasn’t a life she wanted for herself, so sought out a more “normal” job instead, working as a ballet teacher.  she had a turbulent childhood, was abused by her ex-assassin father (are you seeing a theme with my original characters yet???) who’d gone off the rails, and so was taken out and put into care from an early age. she was lucky enough to be taken in by aaron’s family (who we will get into later) and lived with them up until the gallagher academy (the spy school) invited her to join once she turned 13. she was quite shy and quiet before attending, but after mixing with lola became more confident and reckless   —-  sneaking out at night, attending forbidden parties etc. her and aaron have always been close, even before his family took her in, and she lives with him now. she tends to have horrific nightmares, and is generally quite an emotional person, but she’s built up a really tough, badass side, and will literally kill anyone that tries to harm her or her friends. she’s also super smart and literally never has her head out of a book. ballet was something she always loved as a kid; the focus that she channelled into it helped distract her from stuff that was going on in her life, and kept up with her training while at the academy. she didn’t try getting into any companies, mostly because she didn’t have much “official” training while at the academy (just self-teaching/practising on her own), but took a course in teaching and now teaches young students. she’s very content with her normal life, but does miss her friends, who are now all in the field.  also, fun fact, she was my first ever original character!

AARON BROWN  /  MECHANIC

he’s probably the nicest, most loyal guy you’ll ever meet. he was childhood friends with ellie, and helped persuade his parents to take her in when she was in need. he loves ellie a great deal, and would literally do anything for her.  he loves horses, and was lucky enough to have his own growing up, so spends most of his time outside, caring and riding them, or going for walks etc. he’s also a big book kind of guy like ellie, but is a lot more outgoing and goofy than her. after she decided that she wanted to live a more normal life, he decides to take an apprenticeship in mechanics, and now runs a mechanic shop near to her ballet studio. his family used to work for the government intelligence group, and so he knows about ellie’s life, and the school she went to, and can understand why she chose the life she did. he also knows and gets on with her old friends really well, even if he’s not the biggest fan of lola because he can literally see straight through her. he’s also a MASSIVE fan of musicals, and literally would’ve loved to go into some kind of musical theatre group, but he ends up just embracing that side of him in the comforts of his friends (most of whom he met through ellie), and they quite often mess around and put on really dumb shows in their homes. honestly you 10/10 have to drag him up for karaoke someday because he takes that shit seriously asf.

DROVER EDWARDS  /  FARM HAND

probably my first non-spy related original character (and funnily enough my first non-irish character??) he’s a sweet kid that grew up on a severely poor and run down ranch with his extremely sick mother and asshole of a father. he’s a hard worker, and has always looked after the place for his family since his mother is never really strong enough to keep up with the manual labour, and his dad is quite often too drunk. he never really liked school due to the fact he was bullied about his dyslexia and the fact he was super poor  (imagine the kid with clothes that are 3 sizes too small/short for him, that has holes in his shoes and never has the resources to do the cool, school projects, ‘cuz that’s him) and drops out at quite an early age. he works on farms, and if he can’t find any work there, will just pick up whatever random manual labour job he can find, whether that’s gardening, helping clear out rubble, or doing diy stuff, and he’s literally the type of guy to work all day every day. he’s very sweet, but can be a massive asshole when you first meet him, and has grown up with his horse, joey, who he loves more than anything. he’s still super close with his mum, and visits her as often as he can, taking care of her and batch cooking her meals so that she doesn’t have to struggle on her own. he’s probably the only character that isn’t directly connected to my other characters, but in some verses he knows the others through beth (my friend’s oc who pretty much ties all my characters together lmao).

DEAN GRAHAM HUNTER  /   THE CRIMINAL

dean is your stereotypical, all rounder, bad boy. he had a rough childhood and bounced around between different foster homes, always getting kicked out for breaking stuff, stealing things, or causing general issues until the blackthorne academy (a male school for assassins) find him and take him into their reign. this is the school where lola’s boyfriend came from, so he meets her through him, and subsequently the others from her circle of friends. he doesn’t really become close to any of them, mostly down to ellie being quite cold around them, but after lola heads off solo into the world they start to hang out more often. at this point he’s just an all rounder criminal, can be employed for pretty much anything. you want something stolen? you want someone beaten up? you want information from someone? he’s your guy. he quite often gets employed to seduce wives or girlfriends of business men, gang members or other men in some form of power, to find out information on them. he’s such a typical fuck boi tbh. he gets on with lola really well, from the fact they’re both so dark, and emotionally disconnected, but actually starts to get closer to ellie and aaron later on in life when both him and ellie work on something together and he actually moves in with them for a while. he’s salty, sarcastic and really charming in his weird, twisted way lmao.      //   @snakeblccded

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July 20th tweets...

July 20th tweets...

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“Aaryan” is another one of those Mohanlal movies from the place of my background. I saw this late in life, and during the phenomena, several times, I would mention to my mother, and especially father, about the parallels. In the movie, Mohanlal’s character is a devout Hindu Brahmin from a respected family. He’s happy with his life and has a girlfriend, in a woman he’s known since childhood. Men not respecting societal roles and in greed for money and power, wrongfully set up the family in a crime of their planning. Mohanlals character loses his family to death and humiliation, as well as his home, and his girl friend also, in the actress, Shobhana. He flees to Mumbai, where he follows a very earthly path centered on money and attaining that money through jobs, where his philosophy is “Ill do anything for money.” He sinks himself in alcohol and the company of gangsters and joins them. Once obtaining enough money, he avenges the wrong doers against his family and seeks to restore his family’s lifestyle and “way of living.”

I guess I remember that movie because he was minding his own business, when people rooted in jealousy and greed, wanted to steal that from him. And me, after more than a decade of “lightly and carefully portrayed to the public” abuse, I can’t help but think, wasn’t I minding my own business?

For my sectionalistic brethrens who identify through the body parts, rather than the overall body that is the country, as you forgot about order, structure, unity, brought about through ancient Hinduism, for a visual example: think the movie, “Koyla.” Shah Rukh Khans character get turned into a mute and a servant by the people who killed his parents, from greed, for stumbling on their fortune of diamonds in this life. To save Madhuri Dhixits character, and to restore his dignity, he takes revenge on those who took decades of his life. I guess what I’m getting at is, from Koyla, you can see just how evil some men truly are. Even in real life, some people will take decades from your life. Before killing you, they’ll turn you into the court jester for their people and they may even shock your brains 20 times to make you more numb and compatible for mind control/mind reading.

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In Mark 4:33-34

33 “With many such parables he spoke ithe word to them, as they were able to hear it. 34 He did not speak to them without a parable, but privately to his own disciples he explained everything.So Christ talked to everyone in parables, and said, let those with ears hear. However he discussed the parables with his disciples, in private, elaborating on their meaning.Here I am, in the present day, a nobody, trying to elaborate on meanings and about living a life with meaning. But my own mother, instead of listening intently, will talk about toilets or do something involving uncleanliness, when I talk to her about things of God. My father prays and prays (though mechanically, without heart, without understanding meaning), and yet he fails to see and respect my seriousness in willful words and actions, based on faith. He’s so busy talking about defending what he as a father does, he fails to see that I’m enduring this, simply because of the hand of God carrying me, when the infidel tries to figuratively break my legs.I can see why Christ elaborated on heavenly things with just his disciples. Other people wouldn’t give it the respect it deserves (through talking about random things like toilets or whatever) or would let it fly over their heads as something nice sounding and tantalizing.

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Orchestrator government group 1 tries to piss me off to say things or write things about them, so that the child like voices rooted in perhaps the party school I attended (for completion of my undergraduate) makes it about them or me randomly addressing people who aren’t direct with me.

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I dunno I think I’m being led to think that I’m not seeing “this situation” in the way it’s projected to others…ok guys, lemme walk with you on this, let’s take a deep breath and digest the fact that this has been going on for more than a decade- I mean that alone, if nothing else, is horrendous…so am I disillusioned?

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So I keep telling you guys to refrain from taking part in this, and to only help me by talking directly to me- especially about the situation. I tell you take a load off and just be natural in your interactions without hiding that this happened/is happening.

Yet, for one thing, some of you may try to assist me on the road under one or more things that you have been led to see me through- that goes back to my talk about mental filters…

If something tells you guys that I’m about to change a lane unnaturally, it results in the following:

The guy in front of me will abruptly slow down, while I’m checking my mirrors to the other lane, leaving me to still drive forward, while the guy in front of me is instructed to slow down. Kinda malicious of the orchestrators, don’t you think? Two cars risk colliding…

But then sometimes, I notice cars in the other lanes, accelerate, as I’m about to change lanes, while others leave significant space.

Please just follow the rules of the road and stop relying on external knowledge when making your decisions on the road.

Some of you may be instructed to smile a particular way (smiling is great if it’s not rooted in an instruction), frown a particular way, nod to me from the corner of my eye…see, think about it from my perspective. I have mind cr*p- to be very very very general- to deal with all day. When you have too many programs open on your computer, doesn’t it freeze or become unresponsive? Whether by design or carelessness, despite my effort to get you to be direct with me, these indirect things to make me think one thing or the other, are meant to overload my brain-the orchestrators just give me stuff to pick up on, where I have no idea what’s it’s about. I may have written something before that frown or whatever. Is that supposed to make me think ur unhappy with me for you allegedly eavesdropping into my life and making things about you, the stranger,  when you don’t even follow me on Twitter or Facebook?

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I heard the following: DMX- Party Up- from the lyrics,

So whatever it is you puffin' on that got you think that you Superman (doing this for a decade)

I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic?

Y'all niggas is characters, not even good actors (ur a bunch of cocky arrogant losers)

What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors

I keep saying there’s two sides to every coin. But you like to tip that scale. Always remember how much of an a*shole he is, more than any crazy, for starters, to put such statements/sentences out in public- that too when the world is monitoring every aspect of me…I mean I could be giving the police or some legal case against me, a ball for their courts through my recorded words and written statements- so in response, I’m in a rap mood:

Eminem says

Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit

I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe

I'm tired of all you, I don't mean to be mean

But that's all I can be, it's just me

I realize these guys(artists)all deal with stupid people like the orchestrators while the larger audience of the world “say oh that’s mean” without context (what was preceding, what was said and done, and what occurred after)

At the end of this, either the orchestrators or me, will be progressing forward in in peace and happiness. Im making that clear, I’m throwing in all my cards, because no matter how numb you make me, my hate accumulating over a decade will find its nourishment. So Have fun, f*ers…

and to the larger audience, lemme guess “oh no he’s mad…what happened…awww” yeah ummm thanks for never talking to me, but thanks for the sentiment too.

Contrary to how I’ve been living for more than a decade, word of advice to the world: “Show the other cheek, talk out your problems, write 300 pages with variations of the idea of returning to normalcy in one chapter in life in an official police complaint, endure a decade, and hope for a solution- this can only be done for so long, and a decade? F* that sh*t. Orchestrators? F* ur wives, husbands , and Kids..

hey guys, when someone is giving YOU a hard time, please be like me and Let them shock your brain 20 times too, for talking about the hard time, so that you can show that you have no decency and are willing to bend over for them, for the sake of “compliancy.”  Next time the F* fake protectors of the law, who don’t protect the rights of an American citizen(wtf does ur Stars and Stripes flag stand for? The red and white ropes they bind you down with in life? Are the 50?!stars on ur flag about ninja stars you throw at ur country’s victims? Maybe the 50 is about, how they’ll screw you 50 times over for minding ur own business i.e always remember: nice guys finish last…maybe the red is about how the country likes to make you bleed/watch you bleed/and entertain others on how you bleed while you try to stand strong)…but where was I? Next time the F* fake protectors of the law, who don’t protect the rights of an American citizen want come in 4 SUVs and make you walk barefoot, for talking about “the situation” ur not supposed to know about daily, be mindful, you will be on the list, when I gain back my authority. Bear in mind the respect enforced, actually needs to be earned through effort and not by a rough voice or tough exterior.

Peepz , when law enforcement engages in a circus, makes remorseful random faces fo you while, get this: simultaneously, engaging in madness, when the FBI engages in silence to make you America’s prostitute of a servant of a hero/icon,

please,

never follow my example.

If any of you get out into a fraction of my problem, don’t waste your health, ur dignity. At times, fists and kicks are the only answer. I went about my life reporting things to authorities, dreaming about best friending a girl in college and marrying her…the works…-if respect can’t be earned or given because some infidel playing or being a false god commands it, “seize respect. “

You can’t waste time on some superficial high ideal high minded losers.

So I keep talking about mental exhaustion…you still actually do the same things, over and over…- so I’m supposed to fall. What’s the matter orchestrators? Could t f*me in the a*s while standing strong? You need me to collapse or be on a stretcher? Would a tempur pedic be ok when you stop most likely molesting ur kids? F*ers…

—-

So I was listening to “Sam’s Gone” from “I Am Legend,”

And I remembered the powerful end scene from I Am Legend…listen and watch 37 seconds into this clip till the end:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7LsxKkh0zg

Starting from 37 seconds, Will Smiths character says “They’re not gonna stop…they’re not gonna stop…” those coincidentally white horrific mutations of humans, in their mindlessness, their aggression, their lack of heart and compassion, remind me of the police officers who made me walk barefoot, it reminds of some party school professors, it reminds of the orchestrators rooted in the mind cr*p - after a decade, I’ve come to acceptance that “they’re not gonna stop.”

For 10+ years of slavery, further indignified by turning me into a joke,

That moment where Will Smiths character and the mutated man (symbolizing an American orchestrator) race to battle towards each other - man…after a decade plus of provoking me, literally 24/7…when we’re finally face to face, I want to see what he/she has the balls to do. De palabra de espanol: “Ver”, ”, mi gentes, “Ustedes Ven la  cara de el Diablo blanco.”

Regarding that moment, when the orchestrators and me race toward each other, win/lose, it’ll be like this from 300:

ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOLpIkoS0QY

You, orchestrators may have the big guns, may have humanity following ur instructions, but like many before me, it’ll be like these two segments from the below 300 movie clip: 1:02- 1:50, 2:12-2:57

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qubItQjdSHA

In a deep state of mind to what transpired years ago, I said that I will get justice. Am I’m saying it again. You, the American orchestrators, turn mankind into one team in conviction and practice against me, you’ll torment me for a decade plus…maybe even destroy me after humiliating me-as is American military style.

Just know this: I, an Indian man, fated to suffer this “situation” in your country, will come back lifetime after lifetime, to finish what you started with me in this epoch of time, where you seek to conquer the Kingdom of God, that resides in every conscious mind wanting peace.

Orchestrators,ur quite welcome to see me as that cockroach who just won’t die or stay dead.

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[anotherashley]

This is the story of how I went to a hawks game, watched them get shut out, and met Jonathan Toews.

So the game last night sucked, and I don’t have much to say about it and would much rather forget it happened. But first let me you show you all of my warm up pics. 

Boys wore the camo jersey’s for Veteran’s Day and there was a nice little presentation where they brought the vet’s out before the anthem and thanked them for their service. Most of the players wouldn’t stay in one place long enough for me to get good pics unfortunately. (LOOKING AT YOU JOHN HAYDEN.)

These two dweebs stayed next to each other for almost the entirety of warms up. I’m not kidding. Are you ready for a photo montage?

P.S. Sorry the quality isn’t great. I blame the camera guy that was up against the glass. THANKS A LOT CAMERA GUY. I HAVE A JOB TOO, YOU KNOW, AND IT’S DOCUMENTING 1988 BEING WEIRDOS TOGETHER OKAY.

Hey look it’s Adam Burish doing a great job and talking about how the hawks are awesome even though they lost and hurt my feelings. Keep up the good work, Adam!

So after the game I was supposed to take a tour of the locker room, a gift that had been given to me for my birthday, when I got lost trying to find the contact guy. And none of the security people seemed to know where I needed to go either so they sent me downstairs to this room - where other people were. And at first I thought it was a meet up place for everyone taking the tour, but then I started to realize that the people around me were not random people when I suddenly saw Patrick’s dad, then his mom, and girlfriend. Then I saw Corey’s girlfriend walking around and chatting with people and showing them the new baby. Seabs’ wife Dayna was also chilling in there with his kids. And it was...it was very surreal, okay. 

I’d only ever seen the majority of these people in pictures and here I was sitting in this room, on this leather sofa, next to this buffet table with all of these wives and girlfriends and family members and no one cared! No one noticed! I was a fly on the wall watching them all interact in front of me.

And then Saader walked into the room and started talking to his girlfriend/fiance and she said how soft his suit felt. 

And then Duncs came in and started talking to one of the kids.

And then Tootoo came in and left again and looked at Corey’s baby for a minute.

Patrick’s mom took a picture for someone.

And no one cared that I was there. It was wild as fuck.

As the room started to thin out I felt like maybe I should leave before someone noticed that maybe I shouldn’t be there, so I texted the contact guy and he said he was at the other end of the hallway. As I went to meet him I passed Shea Weber who was talking to some little boys and Brendan Gallagher who seemed like he was not in a great mood lol.

The locker room is really nice and surprisingly not smelly and I got an autograph from Hossa who happened to be there that night. He had friends or family with him also and he was speaking in his mother tongue and I enjoyed listening. Also yes, they just leave every dude’s jockstrap just hanging out there for all of us to see. Just right there in the open. FUN FACTS.

This is near the entrance of the locker room and probably my favorite part. 1988′s history right here. And the rings that are displayed are real. I wanted to steal them all.

As I was getting ready to leave the locker room, my guide asked me if I wanted to see the gym where the boys work out and I was like SURE! SHOW ME EVERYTHING. SHOW ME WHERE THEY WASH THE JERSEY’S I’LL STAY FOREVER I DON’T WANNA LEAVE.

When we were walking out, just by sheer chance or luck or fate, I don’t know, I passed by Jonny who was getting ready to leave. I barely kept it together okay, I was not prepared to see him at all, let alone run into him basically.

Our 20 seconds of time together went something like this: he looked right into my soul and said hello to me and said my name and shook my hand and was so kind and so tall and big and so overwhelming and gracious. And he said ‘here let me hold my food out of the photo’ like he didn’t want to ruin the photo with his food container that’s how much of a GOOD he is. Like Jon, Jonny, Jonathan, you can do whatever you want with your food, boo, I don’t care. You’re amazing. You’re wonderful. I love you.

And also I get why now Patrick can’t always keep eye contact with him because WOOOOO BOY it’s a lot, y’all. A LOT. He’s got such a presence.

But he also looked a little tired that night so I got my pic and basically ran away before I died and because I didn’t want to bother him further. And I walked to my car in a daze and haven’t fully recovered since. 

The end.

[bethylprompts]

Lion and the Lamb

Beth:

Graduating high school and leaving to go to a prestigious ballet academy, innocent, sheltered

Daryl:

Older (35-37ish), righthand man to best friend, Irish Mob boss (Merle or Rick). Selling and trading guns and drugs. Owns a bar for legality cover, also where Mob family meetings are held. Season5/6 hair length, smoker, potty mouth

Daryl first sees Beth from the VIP balcony at the bar which overlooks his bar after having their family meeting when it’s time for everyone to get drunk, play poker, have female companionship of random bar girls, wives and/or mistresses. Daryl has never wanted anyone/anything so bad and has the primal urge to possess her.

He has someone find out what they can about her. He decides to pursue her, and court her. She introduces him to love and he introduces her to pleasure (Innocent Beth likes his dirty mouth). He tries to keep his mob family a secret until she gets caught up in an attempted assassination of Daryl. He wants to brings Beth into the family to keep her safe, which means she has to make a vow of loyalty to them. She gets bodyguards and Daryl teaches her to shoot.

Daryl has to get to the bottom of who’s trying to steal their shipments of weapons, who’s trying to sell drugs on his family’s turf and who’s the disloyal traitor in the mob family.

Beth has to deal with jealous peers at the ballet academy of her talent and then hot bad boy boyfriend who loves to watch her dance (especially when he gets a private dance). Beth then has to deal with what it means to be with the righthand man of the Irish mob, dealing with jealous one night stands and learning from the other wives (Lori, Carol, Karen) and girlfriends (Rosita, eventually Sasha from the ballet academy, Maggie also becomes apart how to cope with loss of friends and when Daryl has dangerous jobs to do.

Ending

Beth and Daryl are reunited (he comes back from missing or comes out of a coma) and Beth is pregnant with his heir.

True Love, Sex, Guns, Drugs, Violence, Dirty Talk

[ladonnadelpadrone-blog]

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[its-love-u-asshole]

I Search Through the Crowd [fic]

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru/Iwaizumi Hajime

Rating: T

Summary: It wasn't uncommon to believe in reincarnation, most people did, but it wasn't some flippant thing. Only people with the strongest of bonds were reincarnated, or so legend put it. Hajime could be dense sometimes, but he didn't miss the meaning Tooru was trying to convey. "I'll find you."

Ao3 Version

My first iwaoi fic and it’s reincarnated lovers lol why did I do this? I’m really happy and excited to post this though, I love these two! Thanks to @emeraldwaves for reading this over and being supportive while I was writing it <3 Comments are always appreciated, enjoy!

The sounds of the fountain were peaceful, the outdoor atmosphere a welcome change. It was too bad Tooru always felt the need to ruin such moments. "Do you think in our next life, you'll still be this bossy?"

Hajime kicked him.

Tooru winced dramatically, trying to conceal a smirk and failing miserably. Hajime kicked him again. "Ow! Iwa-chan! I'm going to report you!"

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before. No one else is willing to look after you, so good luck finding a new guard."

Tooru gasped in mock hurt, a bejeweled hand flying to his chest. "How could you say such lies, you love me!"

Hajime knew it was the truth, but like hell he was going to say that. At least, not in their current situation.

It was night time, but the palace was still glowing and lively, and Hajime could hear boisterous laughter and music raining down from the many balconies above them. Parties were common, and all members of the royal family were expected to attend.

Hajime's eye twitched, and he directed another glare over to his aloof companion, and questioned why the love of his life had to be so stupid.

Oikawa Tooru was the crown prince, only a few months away from his nineteenth year, and yet he still insisted on behaving like a child.

It was cute sometimes, even a bit endearing, how Tooru preferred to stargaze and stroll about the vast castle gardens instead of entertaining foreign ambassadors and potential wives. Yet, from a professional standpoint...it was a huge pain in his ass.

Iwaizumi Hajime was the designated royal guard to the prince, and the prince alone. It was his job to keep Tooru safe, and he was the obvious first choice. He was the strongest of his class, his skills and strength renowned throughout the kingdom. That's what everyone's logic was, but if Hajime was being truthful, he knew the only reason he'd been picked instantly was due to his close friendship with the prince himself. His mother had been the queen's seamstress, and he'd gotten to play with Tooru as a child every day. They were best friends, Hajime didn't need a share of coins to want to look after him.

But right now...

"Hey! We should really go back, your father is going to be furious if he knows you skipped out...and that I went along with it!" Hajime was pacing, tensing whenever people wandered drunkenly out to the balcony, praying they wouldn't be seen. All the while, Tooru kicked his legs in the fountain, having the time of his damn life. "You're the worst..."

"Come on Iwa-chan, live a little! We sneak out all the time for worse stuff than walks..." The indecent leer spoke volumes, and Hajime short circuited for just a minute with pleasant memories, before his servile brain kicked back in.

"Not in the middle of a ball Tooru."

"Details."

Hajime sighed, because deep down, he knew he couldn’t win. It wasn’t even from an occupational standpoint. It was true, he couldn’t disobey or force the prince to do anything, only had to follow him wherever he went, but that was whatever, since Hajime would gladly do that regardless. No, it was because he knew he'd give in to Tooru, like he always did, and man, love was messed up.

The other must've sensed his own victory, because he started to splash his feet a bit louder, grinning openly as Hajime sat next him in defeat.

Hajime hated how much he loved him, yet he wouldn't give it away for anything. The moonlight was hitting Tooru's face just right, illuminating his peachy skin and drawing Hajime's attention to the darkness of his brown eyes, soft and alluring, giving away emotions only Hajime was allowed to see.

Love. Fondness. Devotion.

He loved how Tooru looked at him. His fingers itched to reach up, tuck the soft curls back from Tooru's face, feel the soft skin and kiss his cheeks.

But the laughter from above stopped him, and he sat back, putting a measurable distance between them. It still may not have been safe enough.

He put a hand up to stop Tooru from leaning in to chase him, and the other pouted. Baby.

Hajime's amusement subsided quickly though, replaced by his usual seriousness. It was unheard of, scandalous even, for a servant to be caught acting inappropriately with the prince. It was grounds for exile, maybe even death. He couldn't be careless. Especially not with Tooru's matchmaking ceremony coming up so soon...

The thought made his gut twist, but he reminded himself that nothing was guaranteed. Tooru would be forced to socialize with some potential princesses for a few hours, and then he'd simply decline them all, and he'd be back in Hajime's arms by supper.

Hajime had long since let go of any insecurity about the subject, Tooru had stomped on them all years ago.

"You're the only one I want."

His fingers itched again, and he scooted back further.

The air between them was calm, the sounds of crickets and rustling of leaves the only backdrop to the atmosphere around them, with the occasional voice from above. They really should've been heading back...

"You didn't answer my question."

Tooru's soft tone startled him more than it should've, considering he'd fought in legitimate battles and participated in royal hunts, but at least no one was there to see him flinch.

"Huh?"

"My question...about our next life." Tooru brought his knees up to cover the bright smile on his face, and Hajime could see the giddiness, could feel it himself.

Really...

The words still did something funny to his stomach though, despite how ridiculous it was. Our next life.

It wasn't uncommon to believe in reincarnation, most people did, but it wasn't some flippant thing. Only people with the strongest of bonds were reincarnated, or so legend put it. Hajime could be dense sometimes, but he didn't miss the meaning Tooru was trying to convey. But then again, Tooru was known for messing with him.

"You...you shouldn't take those things so lightly..." It was like Tooru to play around, and Hajime gave a strained laugh as looked away for a while, eventually returning his eyes to his prince.

Hajime froze when he saw Tooru's expression. His face was set, like stone, as if he were in a strategy meeting or discussing life threatening situations. Serious, sure. "I would never."

Oh no...

Those eyes could've swallowed him whole.

It was such a Tooru phrase really, 'I would never,' but it was all business this time, heavy and certain. He wasn't joking. Hajime moved back more, lest he tackle the other from the random desire which surged through him. "You have no way of know--"

"Yes I do." Hajime didn't miss the tremble in Tooru's normally confident tone. Hajime would love to argue, he really would, but Gods, Tooru spoke with such conviction sometimes, it was hard. "I love you. I'm going to be with you again."

He said it like it was a fact. There was no room for dispute, and Hajime's hands gripped the stone of the fountain, keeping himself still. What was he going to argue again? Right, nothing, because part of him felt the same. In a way, it made him laugh, and he snorted into his palm. "Of course one life wouldn't be enough for you..."

It didn't have the desired effect, but what he got was pleasing all the same. Tooru smiled, smug and affectionate all at once. "As if you wouldn't want unlimited lives with me either, I'm a gem."

Hajime snorted louder.

"Mean!"

"Well, you don't exactly get to decide how many lives you get my dea--my prince." Fuck, almost slipped up.

"Yeah, yeah, all that full name crap. You know what I mean!" Tooru's eyes were way too bright, too believing in a system he'd just openly mocked.

"How is it crap? It's just how it goes, you're the one who brought it up all cheery and shit," Hajime scolded, laughter subsiding. In most legends, people could be reincarnated as many as a hundred times, and in as little as three, assuming a new identity and new life each time. The only indication of someone's last cycle, was if they were born with their first life's full name once more. Simple.

"You don't believe?"

The question caught Hajime a bit off guard. Did he? Most people did, and there wasn't exactly evidence against it. He'd never been one to think about that stuff though, never had a reason to...

"I love you. I'm going to be with you again."

Ah, but there was that. Hajime looked back at Tooru, and the smile he got destroyed him. He thought of how he wanted to reach forward and hold him forever, talk to him all day, how he always felt the need to protect him and hear his voice. On their days off, the sunlight faded fast, but their conversations would never get shorter. He'd go as far as to sneak into Tooru's chambers at night, steal kisses and hushed sighs of pleasure, or sometimes simply exchange stories and jokes, trying to soak the other up as much as he could. Would there ever be enough time with Tooru?

It certainly didn't feel like it.

The party above them seemed to be dying down, and Hajime looked up to watch as a few hall lanterns were extinguished, signaling the retiring of older members of the family. It was his queue to escort Tooru back.

Tooru seemed to realize it too, standing up with a whine of displeasure, the silky embroidered robes falling perfectly around him. His crown was lopsided, but Hajime made no move to fix it. He couldn't touch Tooru right now, not when he felt such a surge of adoration.

"I should take you back." Hajime's voice had lost the usual gruffness, barely a whisper now.

"Will you stay with me?" Tooru strode towards him, letting their palms brush together ever so subtly, and Hajime couldn't resist.

Already, the thought of Tooru's soft sheets and warm body wrapped around him sounded all too amazing.

"Always."

--

Smoke is ugly. That was all Tooru could manage to think. He didn’t have anything profound to say about why or how the thick cloud enveloped everything, poisoned everything, making his eyes water and burn as he ran from the plumes. Smoke was hideous, the fire which came with it would spread with intent to destroy, and it was currently reaching success.

All this for what? Because he loved someone who was his servant, and the kingdom of his betrothed didn’t take it well. Tooru might’ve laughed bitterly, if he had it in him. All the destruction and violence, just because he loved Hajime.

He didn’t know if his flood of tears down his face were from the smoke or his own emotions, the pain of it all crashing down on him like strikes from a whip, but it didn’t matter. He ran, ran as fast as his long, bruised legs could carry him, clutching the hand which was leading him through the chaos for dear life. He coughed loudly, jostled several times by people running past him in a frenzy to escape the palace, his home.

Except it didn’t feel like his home anymore. The usual serenity was replaced with the screams and cries of servants and aristocrats, with the sound of heirlooms and treasured items being flung to the floor as fire crackled in the distance. His home was gone. He’d watched the surrounding gardens burn before the mob had broken through, his eyes unable to tear away from the sickening sight while the vibrant trees and foliage turned to a crisp. The array of bright colors, the fruits and flowers which grew on the very edges of the kingdom and beyond…the fountains where he’d pretend he could catch fish…it was all gone.

He hadn’t wanted to leave, hadn’t wanted to submit and be chased out of the place he was raised, the place he’d learned and loved. He didn’t want to die here.

He tripped, falling onto all fours on the blood and dirt stained floor, and vaguely he could hear screams from somewhere behind him. The intruders had broken through the last door.

He was crying more, begging his body to stand. He didn’t want this, he wanted to live. He wanted to be with—

Two, strong hands cupped his face, and soon his love was kneeling in front of him hastily, and the world around him was drowned out a little. Tooru blinked, the tears making everything blurry as Hajime’s voice faded in and out of his ears. It was too loud around them, too much. He wanted it to be just the two of them, back in bed just as they had been this morning. Maybe this was all one big nightmare. The sounds of swords clashing and more cries reminded him that they were not so fortunate. Tooru couldn’t fight the voice in his head which told him it was all his fault, he’d failed to protect them, he and Hajime. Tooru had failed to keep his partner safe, regardless of his princely status. He wanted to protect Hajime too, and he'd been unsuccessful. It was almost more sickening than the smoke.

Hajime spoke again, more forcefully, and Tooru listened like his life depended on it. It probably did.

“Tooru! D-dearest, you…” Hajime’s control was slipping, his emotions giving into desperation. Tooru could always tell when the other was crumbling, because it was rare, and it was terrifying this time. Hajime only defaulted to such intimate terms when he couldn’t handle something anymore, when he needed him, but Tooru didn’t know if he’d be able to reach out and help. Not this time. Hajime was always the strong stoic one, the one who was calm and put together when times called for it. Seeing him like this made Tooru’s heart sink.

More sobs wracked his frame, and he wasn’t used to feeling this pathetic and powerless. He hated it, hated being stripped of his whole being. His usual strategic, intimidating nature was gone, leaving him as a husk on the ground of his burning palace. His prestige, his name, his status…it was being reduced to nothing but rubble.

I don’t care anymore. I just want…

“I only want to be with you.”

He’d told Hajime that on the eve of his fifteenth year, and it rang true now more than ever.

Right, despite his world falling apart around him, he hadn’t lost everything. Tooru focused on Hajime’s face, staring into the gray eyes, the only smokiness which he’d gladly be consumed by, and realized how much they truly encompassed all the amazing parts of Tooru’s life. In those eyes he could see playing in the foyer as a child, catching bugs in the garden, first kisses as a teenager…

All of his fondest moments began with the other, it wasn’t possible to search for a memory, and not bump into his best friend. Hajime had been with him through it all, the other’s love and presence would be ingrained in Tooru’s bones until he met his end, and probably until his body turned to dust and he was nothing more than one of history’s casualties.

That was enough for him, having Hajime for as long as he could. But…

He tried to stand, his knee quaking under the stress, and he collapsed again, peering into Hajime’s eyes helplessly. Coupled with the exhaustion, he’d managed to bump his knee pretty badly amidst all the turmoil.

No. No, no! Get up!

His body fought him, but he kept fighting, seething in helpless frustration when his limbs wouldn’t obey.

“H-Hajime…I’m so tired, I-I don’t know…” Tooru’s words came out in a hopeless gasp, but nonetheless he was letting Hajime hoist him up and back onto his feet. The other’s hands combed through his hair, and Tooru relished in it, taking in the feel of those rough hands performing such a gentle action, because he knew it would be the last time. The metallic smell from working with iron weapons, the stench of armor polish and bathing oils…Hajime’s scent, it was his only comfort, and he breathed in greedily, afraid that soon the smoke would return to clog his lungs and sinuses.

Tooru reached up to grasp the hand on his cheek, trying to push forward finally, anything to get them away from here.

“I know, but you have to keep going, you have to stay with me okay? I-if you don’t keep up I’ll kick you…” Tooru could almost laugh. In the midst of it all, Hajime’s childish threats still prevailed. Tooru wished he had the capacity to whine and complain like usual, as if it was all okay again.

Hajime tightened his grip on Tooru’s hand as he pushed them through the halls, trying to get away from the sounds of panic from a few rooms down.

They’re so close…

The thought filled him with dread. Still, he pressed on, as fast as he could, allowing Hajime to lead him, just like when they were kids. If Tooru imagined hard enough, he could picture all the days on the shore, whining as Hajime dragged him by the hand into the ocean to play, the screams of pain around him replaced with their carefree laughter.

What a useless attempt.

He could smell it again, the ash, and soon there was a cloud of blackness which began to fill the halls.

Tooru knew then, in that moment, that the fear of smoke and fire would never leave him. It had taken all he cared about, and now he could only desperately hang onto the most important person he had, the last one left.

He fought the tears as they rounded a corner, eventually leading them to a dead end hallway. Or, so it seemed. In a rush, Hajime flung the tapestry on the wall to the side, revealing the cellar door. Hajime looked at him then, pain and frustration evident in his eyes.

The cellar wasn’t a secret. Anyone with plans of the palace would know it was there, any servant could be bribed to give up the location. This was their only choice, not even a hope. If they went in there, they would die, if they stayed out in the palace or tried to escape the same way they’d come, they’d die.

The one thing which compelled him into the dark, damp space, which pushed him to keep going in the face of inevitable death, was the fact that he’d get to live just a few more moments with Hajime. It would never be enough though, he realized. Cruel.

“I want to be with you forever though!”

He’d said it when he was nothing more than a child, but his feelings hadn’t changed.

Shutting the door quickly, Hajime led them down the stairs into a small pocket of earth, a hole which had either eroded away or had been neglected by the constructors of the cellar. It didn’t matter anymore. They huddled there, their long limbs cramped and barely fitting into the space.

Tooru’s breathing was harsh and rapid, and all he could do was wrap his arms around Hajime’s chest and let out all the emotions, all the panic and anxiety which was welling up inside him. The other held him tightly, and it didn’t take long for Tooru to realize that he wasn’t the only one shaking.

That’s where they waited. They didn’t talk, only drank in the smell and feel of the other in their arms, never wanting it to end. Hajime would tense every now and again, a warrior until the end as he glared in the direction of the cellar door, poised to attack. He was afraid though, Tooru could tell from the heavy sweat on his brow, the subtle tremble to his lips.

“You swore to protect me right?” Tooru said frivolously one afternoon as they strolled about the gardens. “That’s what the royal bodyguard is for! Right?”

Hajime hadn’t looked at him, fixing a scowl at the ground as he elbowed Tooru in the side. “Hey--!”

“Idiot, I don’t need a title or an oath to want to protect you.”

Tooru’s grip tightened around Hajime, and the other looked at him again, confused and…lost. They stared at each other, too many words unspoken between them, but Tooru could feel his own reflected back in that gaze, and he was more terrified than ever in that one moment.

“Hajime…I don’t want—” Tooru flinched when his head was jerked upwards, held by Hajime’s warm palms as the other glared.

“Shut up! You’re not going to die here—”

Tooru felt the last vestiges of rage inside him flare up, and damn all the intruders, the mob which was surely looking for him, he’d yell if he had to. “Don’t lie to me! You said you’d never lie to me!”

You know what’s going to happen!

Hajime froze, stunned, but Tooru didn’t back down, his voice dropping to a pathetic whisper as the final crash of reality trapped him in his early grave when the sounds of footsteps increased above them. “I don’t care about dying…I…I care about not seeing you again!”

Hajime’s face contorted in a way Tooru had never seen before. The other was rarely emotional, and by Gods, Tooru wished more than anything that he’d gotten to see such a display in a different context. He would’ve grinned, or maybe teased, but now he felt like doing neither. He dove back into the circle of Hajime’s arms, pulling the other closer, and waited.

It had felt like hours, listening to the slams and crashes from above, but really, it must’ve only been about ten minutes before there were shouts at the cellar door. Tooru flinched at the first hit to the weak iron.

Hajime practically growled in response, body ready to spring into action, like he wouldn’t go down without some sort of fight. Tooru sobbed in anguish and panic, backing up until his back hit the wall of the crevice, and then it dawned on him that this was it.

He could fight back just the same, but it would be for nothing.

His eye’s caught Hajime’s one last time, and then the door was broken down in a deafening crash of metal and stone.

In the blink of an eye, Hajime pulled Tooru until they were face to face, foreheads brushing together as the sound of footsteps trampled down the stairs and right towards them.

“Tooru—”

“I love you.” They said it at the same time, for the last time, and Tooru pulled Hajime close, crushing him with all the strength he had.

Hajime kissed the side of his face desperately, before leaving Tooru with his final words.

“I’m always going to find you. Tooru, don’t forget that! Okay? I’ll find you.”

And then there was the smoke again, and Tooru felt nothing but the sting.

--

The first cycle was far too short for his tastes.

Like, way too short, and looking back, it might not have been worth it to most people, putting in all that energy and effort for a measly few hours, if that.

Still...

Tooru's feet pounded against the dirt of the shoddy path, his knee aching in complaint as he ran with as much speed as he could, not caring one bit as the world blurred past him. In that moment, he would've ran forever if that's what it took. Who cared if he couldn't walk anymore after this? Or if he'd be labeled as a burden? None of it mattered. The fresh late afternoon air filled his lungs as he ran towards the outskirts of the village, narrowly avoiding trees and some of the village workers who were tending to crops. He muttered half-assed apologies to the people he bumped and swerved past, his eyes homed in on one thing and one thing only; the house on the edge of the fields.

He was in his twentieth year in this cycle.

His feet were aching now, begging for him to stop, but the door was so close...

Tooru had spent a good few years traveling throughout the country once he became of age, searching every settlement, sending messages and leaving carvings and evidence that he existed every chance he could. He sailed when he could, walked when he had to, ran when he thought he was close. All that for the singular desire for Hajime. Hajime, I'm here. Find me.

That had been in his mind ever since he'd been born into this new time, learning new things, speaking a new language and having a completely different life. Hajime. That's who he wanted to see. No matter where they were or how different things were, if he could find Hajime it didn't matter.

With that in mind, like hell was Tooru going to just wait to be found. Not in a million years.

So, he'd looked.

And looked.

And looked some more. Tooru had checked everywhere, asked local rulers, hell, he'd even tried getting information out of clans who weren't so keen on helping. He didn't care what it took, he was finding the other. The area...the world in which they existed in now was a lot different from before, and he had a whole new set of memories, of lessons and family members, but Hajime was constant. Hajime, he remembered him so clearly it was impossible to ignore. As if he'd want to. So, he kept searching.

And then it had happened, he'd been on the verge of losing hope, trying to hold in his frustrated tears as he traded away some goods for warmer clothes as winter approached, and he'd heard it.

"...Hajime from the eastern fields, quite the legend. Supposedly quite strong and..."

Tooru hadn't waited to hear the rest, he'd cut them off, asking on the fastest route to the eastern plains from the trading post, and he'd set off.

It was far. He'd had to take some risks, travel tough terrain by himself, but he was never one to give up. There had been a lot of close calls, and he'd be sure to whine Hajime's ear off about every single one later. Not to mention, next time they'd definitely need a better plan than this. What was Hajime even thinking? "I'll find you," he'd said. Ha.

Tooru grinned brightly, he couldn't wait to brag about how he'd found Hajime first, he definitely would owe him something.

Like kisses. And a hug. Like...an eternal hug.

Tooru could feel the tears prickling in his eyes as he threw the wooden door open, not bothering to announce himself or follow customs. This was where Hajime lived, this was where--

Tooru froze as he noticed the old cot in the corner of the room, his heart doing the amazing thing where it drops and twists all at once. His breathing was probably louder than the wind outside, but he couldn't hear anything.

Those surprised, beautiful gray eyes met his, and it was instantaneous. Tooru wouldn't have called it a spark, but it was just as exhilarating. The relief which swept over his soul was immense, as if it had finally found what had been pulling at it all his life. A promise finally fulfilled.

The happiness though, no matter how consuming, was mixed with a painful realization, and Tooru hadn't even realized he'd fallen to his knees until the tears from his eyes hit the skin there.

Hajime's face softened, the wrinkles on his forehead fading a bit as he smiled fondly, no, apologetically, and it broke Tooru's heart even more.

"Tooru...there you are," Hajime breathed out, his voice deep and worn, but the nature of it was the same, rough but sure, and most of all loving. Tooru surged up with newfound energy, falling to the floor by the cot and grabbing Hajime's wrinkled hand so tight he was worried it would break. Hajime didn't pull away.

It was here that Tooru realized that the universe was indifferent to him. He's wasn't royalty like before, the world didn't work for him and certainly wouldn't accommodate him. The universe would give him his second chances, he was born again, and maybe he'd be born again next time too, living in a new place in a new time. But even with that chance, he realized Hajime wasn't always going to be a guarantee.

Tooru clutched the old man's hand even harder, the angry tears falling without care. Hajime always said he was the ugliest crier. His snot would drain from his nose and the tears wouldn't stop, and the rough sobs would shake his whole body.

Tooru looked up at the other desperately, because for once, he didn't have the answer. He didn't know what to do. What was there to do? Hajime's eyes glistened sadly, probably realizing the same thing, but he held his composure for Tooru's sake.

I'm sorry.

Tooru could see the apology in Hajime's expression, even though none of this was either of their faults. Regardless, Tooru felt like yelling.

They couldn't control how this worked, they could only hope for the best. Tooru hated when he couldn't manipulate things for himself, hated feeling hopeless. It wasn't like he could do much though. Tooru just buried his face in the other's chest, finally noticing that the other was shaking too.

Tooru wasn't used to feeling this lost, and he wept without care, the struggle between being pathetic and relieved waging a war inside him. After all, Hajime was here. After all the years and yearning, he'd found him, and yet they couldn't be together.

Cruel.

After an agonizingly long string of moments, their sobs and labored breathing calmed a bit, and Tooru dared to pull back and steal a glance at Hajime's face.

His skin was sagging a bit, his hair thinning and gray. He looked toil worn, his fingers a bit twisted from an obviously high amount of labor in his youth, and Tooru vaguely remembered the men from the trading post calling him a 'legend.'

Huh, so that's what they meant. How unfair.

He sniffed again, trying to maintain eye contact while he held back the emotions, but Hajime could see right through him, it was both annoying and heartwarming. The other met the stare, chuckling sadly as he brushed a stray piece of hair out of Tooru's swollen eyes. "I guess...this is why I could never find you. So young..."

Tooru shook his head, smiling ruefully. This was all so messed up. "To think I missed your rise to fame...you're such a tiny old man Hajime. Well, you were always shorter than me but..." His voice cracked on the word 'old,' and he cursed himself.

He received a surprisingly strong smack on the head for the comment, and it almost felt like everything was normal. Tooru knew he'd be waiting a long time before they actually were.

"We've been reincarnated once and you think you're going to be taller every time? Ch' don't get cocky." Hajime's voice was scolding, but his face his kind, and Tooru kept crying.

"I can't help it with you, you brute."

Hajime looked like he was about to reply, but a violent cough rocked him, and Tooru stood quickly to help him sit up, worry coursing through him. It was then that he noticed Hajime's many bandages and healing oils by the bed, and he finally thought that his love looked a bit pale and sickly, even for an old man.

Tooru understood at once, why Hajime was secluded outside of town, why he was in a house alone on a bed with the door open. Tooru understood, but it felt like a slap nonetheless.

"Don't...don't look at me like that..." Hajime said between wheezes, and Tooru glared. All at once he felt enraged, enraged because he'd wasted so much time. If he'd found Hajime sooner, they could've talked more, reminisced more, and Tooru wouldn't be standing here watching him practically wither away. He grit his teeth.

"You sound terrible...if I had gotten here sooner--"

"Then what?" Hajime's tone was surprisingly sharp for how weak the man actually was, and Tooru startled. He was instantly reminded of his first life, of him messing around in the ballroom and Hajime yelling at him for being ill-mannered or reckless. It's all too familiar, and it stung. "I'm dying either way! I've lived my life, it's over! What could you have done? What use would there have been for you to--"

"Shut up! I would've been able to be here with you! Talking to you...I don't care for how long..." Tooru wanted to yell more, because well, he was as angry as the Gods. How could Hajime say that? Tooru didn't care that the other was practically on his deathbed waiting for people to come pick him up and bury him for good, Tooru had traveled and starved and wandered just to see him, for no matter how long that would be. "You really don't know anything!"

It was Hajime's turn to gape, and Tooru didn't feel the least bit triumphant. It was the worst.

They were quiet for a long time, and Tooru finally sat down on the edge of the cot, eyes hidden and face set in a grimace. Really, he shouldn't have been arguing...

The universe had dealt him a cruel hand this time, but he'd gotten to see Hajime at least. He shouldn't have been wasting that time, since they seemed to never have enough.

Hajime's hand covered his in the next moment, as if to mirror the thought, and Tooru glanced up desperately. There was an apology in those eyes again, but it didn't feel rewarding.

"Tooru...I'm sorr--"

"I am too, but it's not exactly our fault is it?" Tooru blurted it out, trying to rush the tenseness of the moment along because at this point, it wasn't worth it. Tooru closed his eyes, mentally keeping track of it all. In their first life, they'd gotten to be beside each other for thirteen years, and now in the second...

Tooru tried not to grimace coldly, and he was pretty sure it turned into a pout. "So stupid. I never get to live a full life with Hajime..." He said it mostly to himself, but the grip on his arm tightened, and Tooru's gaze flew up to the other's instinctively. Ah, and there it was again, his soul's recognition of its other half.

Hajime blinked, his face seemingly fighting between looking hopeless and amused at Tooru's expression, and then he was laughing again, small and comforting before it turned into another coughing fit. It was an ugly sound, and Tooru didn't know how to cope with it. He winced and clutched tighter, because it was all he could do. Useless.

Tooru wasn't used to it really, seeing Hajime so weak. He bit back a sob, going back to his previous thoughts. He'd never lived a full life with Hajime, but they were only two in, and when he looked at it that way, it softened the vice grip on his heart.

Or, that's what he told himself.

It quieted down again as Hajime's coughs died off, and they sat there, processing it all. The sun was setting outside Tooru realized, and it was more ominous than it should've been. Never before had he hated the sunset so much. He realized it was nearing the end, and he still had so much to go over with the other, he almost didn't know where to begin, that was, until Hajime handed him something. Tooru looked down, puzzled as the wrinkled fingertips wrapped around his own, placing the object there shakily. Tooru's breath caught, and never mind what he'd said, the vice hadn't let up in the least bit.

Hajime watched him as he clutched the necklace, unspoken words of affection floating in the air between them.

It was a river stone, a nice one, sparkling and astonishingly similar to Hajime's eye color. It didn't beat the real thing of course, but it would stay with Tooru for the rest of this life, keeping him grounded since Hajime couldn't. He held it like a lifeline. When Tooru raised his head up, Hajime's gaze was terrifyingly determined, and Tooru's heart was racing once again.

"This isn't the last time. Not by a long shot." Tooru's hands were white around the stone as Hajime shifted, lying back down with a groan as his body sagged against the cot from exhaustion. "I'm going to--"

"You're going to find me. I know," Tooru replied with a teasing smile, but his voice was barely above a whisper. "Hm, unless I find you first. I did this time you know." The tears were prickling again when Hajime grinned at him, and Tooru didn't resist the urge to lay down in the cot as well, being mindful to not crush the other.

When he felt a familiar hand curl in his hair, he closed his eyes and thought of a past time, one where they were both young and spry and together.

"Well, you're on then."

They talked for a few hours about the past, about this life and the experiences they'd had and about how much they missed each other. They theorized about what it would be like next time, and Tooru tried not to cry while he pictured the rest of this time alone.

After a while, Hajime's voice became weaker at first. Then, it began to trail off slowly, and Tooru's being felt like it was being strangled, robbed of life as Hajime was.

All the while Tooru held the stone, and tried to beg the universe to take pity on him next time.

Hajime passed away by nightfall, and Tooru was gone before daybreak.

--

Lives came and went, but a few managed to stick out from time to time, for better or worse. Tooru was not pleased when in the second cycle, they both found each other at the same age again, but they were now both old and wrinkly. Tooru whined all day, and Hajime never let go of his hand as they lived out the rest of their days in a healing wing.

Next time, they'd said.

Then Tooru was forced to be a goddamn flower arranger for the ruling class, and while he got to travel around a lot, he'd never found Hajime. It was lonely, and he'd never chosen to romantically involve himself with anyone else in either life. What was the point? It would be unfair. His heart had been claimed, there was no use. He'd died alone that life, but it hadn't been all bad. He'd managed to plant large amounts of Epiphyllum oxypetalum everywhere he went. It was nerdy of him, calling them by such a technical name, but it was his job at the time. When he'd been but a young child prince, he'd called them lunar bloomers, much to the amusement of his best friend. It didn't matter what they were called in the end, they were important, and they were a comfort he greatly needed, being able to look at the flowers Hajime had helped him tend to as children in the sprawling palace garden from a time long forgotten.

--

The cycles had gone by pretty fast after the first, but Hajime still felt as if he was constantly restless. Every time he became old enough to make sense of his memories and remember Tooru, he was thirteen or so, and he was stuck waiting for the day when he could begin searching.

No way was he going to let his smug lover have the privilege of winning again.

It didn't go according to plan most times, and it pissed him off more than anything. For example, one cycle, Hajime couldn't seem to find the other anywhere, and his family was strict and rooted in rules, basically making it impossible to venture outside of the country. Tooru could've been halfway across the globe or two hours away, he never knew. It was more painful than anything, not being able to find him, to slowly reach his seventies and eighties without the other by his side. Another cycle, failed.

And those were the ones where Hajime was reincarnated in the first place.

The drink he was nursing tasted more bitter than usual at the thought. Hajime swallowed thickly as he remembered the third cycle, floating in limbo while he had to watch Tooru live out his life, searching for someone who he'd never find, succumbing to loneliness. That cycle had changed Hajime. Never before had he felt so hopeless. He longed for Tooru every moment he was without him, and not being able to remedy that, or much less attempt it, had been soul crushing. Watching Tooru cry by himself, thrive by himself, and die alone with those flowers by his bedside...Hajime had never felt so cross about something. He should've been there to catch the tears, to cheer him on, to love him until his last breath. He would never complain about being an old man again, that was for sure.

When he came back the cycle after that, he begged for Tooru to be there too.

Luckily, Tooru wasn't the hardest to find in most cases. Regardless of how his appearance changed, he was never ugly. Quite the opposite. He was annoyingly attractive across timelines, and Hajime couldn't help but wish to the universe that once, just once, Tooru would look at least average. If the other boy was there, he'd probably tease about how Hajime would never find him ugly regardless, way too in love for such shallow things, but he wasn't, so Hajime imagined the whiny voice himself.

The worst part was, imaginary Tooru was right.

Hajime's eyebrow twitched for the hundredth time as he reevaluated his current situation, because as much as Tooru's godlike beauty was a welcome beacon most lifetimes, it was now a thorn right in Hajime's ass.

It was the fifth cycle, and Hajime was the sibling of a prominent businessman, living the high life at the young age of twenty five. Whatever. People drank way too much and never wanted to go running or exploring, and his source of entertainment had sadly become books. Books. Either that, or he had to tag along with other uppity businessmen who only talked about women and money, and that didn't appeal to him in the slightest.

Except tonight, he'd been more or less forced to go, and he was pretty sure he was now the only sober one in the group, all seated on plush pillows in a private show room. At some point, his older brother had called for dancers, which Hajime knew was what the place was known for. It was annoying, but each time he'd simply zone out as the scantily clad men and women danced around the men in the room, occasionally being whisked off for more. He'd have to turn down a few, and then they'd take the hint, flaunting in front of others instead of him. That was how it usually went.

Usually, being the key word.

This time however, he was in the middle of a crisis, because apparently, sometime in the last few months since they'd come, the business had hired new dancers. Attractive new dancers. A very attractive new dancer in particular, and one whose movements were entirely too familiar.

He had danced into the room along with the others, moving gracefully with his face hidden at first as his hips swayed and his jewelry bounced. His body was toned, and he was taller than most of the other dancers, but Hajime wasn't keen on paying too much attention to any of them anyways, ready to zone out as usual when the dancers raised their veils and waltzed over to the men to begin their wooing.

Hajime looked off somewhere in space, setting his drink down, ready to spend the night in his own thoughts, when suddenly there was pressure in his lap.

He startled instantly, gasping as his hands came up instinctively to shove the dancer off him in distaste and refuse him, but then he gazed into those wide eyes, and something in the world became brighter, his body exhaling in relief as his vision was consumed by the other, and then it was there, the spark of triumph. Found you.

Hajime's breathing stalled completely, and Tooru's chocolate brown eyes, which never changed across lifetimes, wavered a little, like he was barely caging in all the emotions begging to pour out. The other was never good at holding back tears, but he was somehow managing. The memories came rushing back as they always did, of their first meeting, of the subsequent lifetimes spent together and apart, and Hajime wanted to wrap him up and never let go, his whole existence taking shape in those eyes. Hajime couldn't think, and the hands on his shoulders tightened, and it felt like it was just the two of them again, and he was determined to make it a reality. But shit, there were other things to consider here...

It was scary, how torn he was, because Tooru looked young, probably no more than a few years younger than Hajime himself, and the thought was exhilarating. The rational part of him told him to not look suspicious, to carry on the charade and keep Tooru in his lap all night so no one else would touch him, and they could talk and reunite properly later. The emotional side of him though, the part which had gone through hundreds of years and five lives with nothing but yearning for the other in each, never finding him soon enough and always parting too fast, just wanted to kiss the living daylights out of him, cry for days and never let him go, he didn't care who witnessed it.

And then Tooru shifted in his lap unconsciously...and Hajime was also reminded of the physical side of him which joined the mix. He cursed himself, but he couldn't exactly help it. They were both young this time, both able bodied, and he was in his prime. Not to mention, he hadn't seen Tooru in ages, and now the other was in front of him, wearing loose pants and bare chested, and yeah...Hajime wasn't too ashamed.

"Oi Hajime, when you're done with that one send him this way," one of the men in his party slurred the words out, grin smug and maybe a little hungry, and Hajime felt that protective instinct surge in him something fierce. "I haven't seen him before, bet he dances good."

Tooru tensed in his lap, fingers digging into the fabric of Hajime's tunic, and like hell was anyone touching him. Hajime rubbed comforting circles into the bare skin of Tooru's hip, trying his best to keep his tone and expression neutral despite his anger. "Sorry, I think I'll be keeping this one for tonight." The words were so sleazy, not at all him, and he almost felt like apologizing to Tooru for treating him like property, the old servant instinct in him from his first life rearing its ugly head.

Needless to say, everyone in the room apart from the other dancers gaped at him, proud and confused all at once. It wasn't expected, Hajime never flirted or even watched the dancers, and he certainly never took them home. Hajime had never shown romantic interest in anyone in their eyes, and Hajime coughed awkwardly when the stares got to be too much.

A few claps on the back and an a few yells of 'about time!' later, and they were all preoccupied again, leaving Hajime some privacy in the corner of the room, Tooru still stuck in his lap.

They didn't know what to say at first, didn't need to say much as they took each other in, grips tightening as if the other would dematerialize out of nowhere (at this point, Hajime wouldn't put it past the universe).

Hajime figured indulging himself was completely in his right. He poked at Tooru's soft spots, lightly pinched his thighs and hips, tracking up his arms until both his hands were cupping the other's face softly, and they both tried to keep in their laughter as Tooru did the same. They were still in public after all.

"Hajime..."

Hearing Tooru finally speak sent his nerves ablaze, and damn, self-control was so difficult. Tooru sounded the same to him in each cycle, and Hajime wondered if he sounded different to everyone else. But no, Tooru's voice was the same as when he was a prince, when he was a florist, when he was young and at older Hajime's deathbed. That voice was Hajime's alone to covet, for all of time. Now though, it was threatening to cause issues...

Tooru's voice was a seductive whisper, the strong tone of longing laced between the words, and Hajime leaned in, eager for more.

But oh right, he'd forgotten (stupidly) that Tooru ruined everything. "You're even shorter this time."

Hajime pinched him, hard.

Tooru yelped, drawing the attention of a few stares from a ways away, but luckily most of them probably thought it was a pleasured sound, and resumed their business. Ha.

Tooru glared at him, socking him in the arm with minimal force. "So cruel! You finally see me again and this is how I'm treated." Tooru actually had the nerve to sniff in fake hurt, and Hajime's eye twitched. Another aspect of Tooru's voice which never changed: it was whiny as all fuck.

Hajime voiced this actually, and was met with another less than kind smack to the arm. Again though, it was all so familiar, no real malice behind any of it, they fell back into their pattern so easily. The air between them was charged and euphoric despite their annoyed expressions, because fuck, they did miss each other.

Hajime smirked lazily, a faint blush ruining its effect as his arms wrapped around Tooru's waist. "Cruel? You're the one in my lap wearing only pants..." It's true he thought, and after everything he shouldn't have been this embarrassed, but yet here they were.

He realized his error--if it could be called that--a little too late.

Tooru blinked at him in shock, which lasted for a grand total of two seconds before his eyes went lidded and predacious, his stupid smirk curling up as he shifted his hips again, none too accidentally. "Oh Iwa-chan...you only just found me and you're already having dirty thoughts?"

It was at this moment that Hajime finally took a closer look at Tooru's skin, the light sheen of sweat from his dance coupled with the heat of the room making him glisten, his exposed abdomen and upper arms looking particularly sleek due to the body oils they had been cleaned with beforehand. Usually, Hajime would've protested the indecency in public, but seeing as how he hadn't seen Tooru in so long...

Screw it.

He ran a hand down Tooru's thigh, lightly pinching at the soft spots, and Tooru's legs widened by instinct.

Way too long...

Hajime's eyes ran up and down Tooru's chest, watching as his nipples hardened from the air around them, as if inviting Hajime to tease. So, he did, partly for his own benefit, but mostly because he liked getting the best of Tooru when he could. He licked his lips as Tooru watched him curiously, then leaned forward to circle his tongue around the sensitive bud, flicking it lightly in a way he knew drove Tooru mad. The heels of Tooru's feet dug into the plush carpet beneath them, sliding from the lack of leverage, and his body arching towards Hajime like it was his soul's calling. In a way, it was.

Hajime pulled away with a smug air to him, catching Tooru's challenging gaze. It felt so amazingly familiar, this unspoken provocation between them, and his shoulders tensed when Tooru began to grind in his lap in a slow, agonizing manner. The bells from his sash jingled with every rotation, the fabric jostling softly and doing nothing to block out the heat emanating from Tooru.

Fuck.

Tooru kept his gaze neutral, if not a bit coy through the whole ordeal, not relenting just yet. Hajime felt air leave his body when the other spoke again. “You’re being so bold Hajime. That's not very obedient of you." Tooru leaned forward, tongue flicking out to graze Hajime's bottom lip, always trying to be the leader. Not this time. "How unlike my royal guard..."

Hajime growled, hoisting Tooru up by the hips in some spontaneous need to show off his strength, robbing the other of the friction as Tooru's hips squirmed downward against his grip.

It was very gratifying to say the least, seeing how Tooru's face twisted into one of hopeless desperation and being robbed of the touch.

Focus.

"H-hey--"

"Stop whining." Hajime's voice was anything but scolding, a weird mix of lust and fondness, and Tooru shut up almost immediately. It made Hajime chuckle, how easily they could pull reactions out of each other. Tooru was biting his lip, trying to rile up Hajime in an attempt to get him to cave, running his hands teasingly over the shorter's abdomen. Hajime lifted him higher, watching the sway of the sash against Tooru's stomach as the bells jingled, delighted with the small moan he got out of it. He was tempted to take him right then and there, but luckily, he had some brain cells left. "Knock it off! Besides...I doubt you want me to do you in a room full of people."

Tooru seemed to squint at that, looking over to the other group as if he'd completely forgotten about them.

Really...

Although, Hajime couldn't say he'd gotten lost himself for a while. Tooru just had that effect on him. It was when Tooru smirked again, leaning down to nip at Hajime's ear lobe, that he decided he'd had enough of being there. It was getting increasingly difficult to keep himself under control, especially with desire messing with his brain and Tooru's body still way too close to his own.

It was about time he took his leave.

Bringing Tooru up with him as he stood, Hajime coughed in order to get his companions' attention. "I think I'll be taking this one tonight, I'll return to work tomorrow." Ugh, again, so gross.

Tooru pouted beside him, but his hand tightened in his regardless.

After a few whistles and other crude remarks Hajime chose to block out, he practically rushed Tooru into one of the private rooms the establishment had, and had his fill.

Tooru's body responded to every touch, every kiss and nip, back bowing enticingly against the bed as Hajime rid him of all articles of clothing except the sash (Tooru called him a pervert, he chose to ignore the comment).

Tooru didn't keep in his voice, letting it bounce off the walls with each thrust of Hajime's hips as the shorter drove into him, the slapping of skin against skin mixing with the bells on Tooru's waist. Hajime's mind was a storm of lewdness and adoration, because Tooru looked absolutely beautiful and filthy all at once, face flushed and drooling.

It was never enough, once a prince always a prince. Tooru was insatiable, locking his legs around Hajime's waist, ankles knocking against his lower back in an attempt to urge him deeper, harder, and Hajime was too all too happy to comply.

"More..."

"I missed you so mu-ah!"

"Yes...please..."

"Tooru...I'm--"

Anyone standing outside the door had probably gotten an earful, but Hajime didn't care enough to be embarrassed, all he could focus on was Tooru beneath him, coming undone.

The hours passed like that, until eventually they were both too weak limbed and spent to continue. Hajime stayed though, stayed as long as he was permitted, wrapped up in Tooru and getting updated on what his life had been like, who he was, what he'd been doing.

Just hearing the other's voice made Hajime feel at home, like he'd finally found peace once again.

It had been the perfect setup for a happy cycle, and Hajime could almost let himself imagine the rest of their lives together as they laid in the large bed, hands tracing over every line and curve of each other. Tooru was ticklish in the same spots, was as talkative as always, and Hajime wanted to keep him there forever, at least until the next life.

Unfortunately, it was wishful thinking.

The months passed, happily at first, with Hajime visiting Tooru every chance he got.

He should've known better.

--

"What do you mean you're engaged?" The silence was thick between them, the night air congested and Hajime wished more than anything for it to be a nightmare. Tooru's heartbroken tone ripped Hajime to shreds, the sob he was holding in barely restrained as he visited the dancer's home.

Tooru was already close to crying, the flashes of denial and anger alternating every now and again in those brown eyes.

'I'm sorry. Why does this keep happening? Why can't we be together?'

All those questions and more were unspoken, hanging dreadfully in the air.

Hajime's voice was cracked and pathetic when he managed to find it. "It's an arranged marriage for uniting my brother's company, I have no choice. If I say no..." He didn't have to say it. The punishment would be steep. He and Tooru had lived through many a times, but laws were still harsh, penalties still grave. Running away was out of the question too, in the country they were in. They'd be found, and Hajime would spare Tooru as much pain as he could, loyal to the end.

Maybe this pain was worse though, it certainly felt like it.

They spent their last few nights together locked up in Tooru's room, holding each other and cursing the universe, and Hajime was getting so tired of the words 'next time.' What was the point of getting reincarnated if it was going to be this torturous? He didn't ask for much out of his life, out of any of them. Sure, he had new ambitions, new goals each time, but what stood out above it all was Tooru. He wanted to be with his love, with the other half of his bond, the one the universe had dubbed worthy in the first place.

It was bullshit.

Maybe the universe really wasn't just indifferent like Tooru had theorized, maybe it was as sadistic as he feared.

Tooru sniffed in his arms, the tears having barely stopped, and Hajime pulled him closer.

"Promise you'll visit me?"

Hajime breathed in shakily, trying to keep it together for both of their sakes, but the setting sun outside made him feel nauseous and torn up. He had to leave soon. "An...affair would be dangerous."

Tooru stiffened, laughing ruefully even as he kissed Hajime's neck. "You're right. It wouldn't be worth it, if you got in trouble."

Hajime hated when Tooru sounded so lost, it wasn't like him. He wanted the confident, headstrong prince back, and he'd do whatever it took to make Tooru happy again.

"Idiot, it's always worth it with you."

Hajime's bride was nice, but she didn't love him any more than he loved her. The rest of his life passed by uneventfully, lacking the love and passion expected of a marriage, a business transaction until the end. With all the new duties and events he had to manage, he didn't have time to go out anymore, his body stuck at a desk or beside his wife for the next few decades. All the while, his mind was filled with the jingle of sashes and the music of dancers, the promise of 'next time' always too far away.

Once in the middle of it all, he pondered running away, fed up with not having Tooru by his side.

He was beaten to it. His brother, unhappy with his own marriage, had attempted to flee with a lower class girl from town, but it had ended as ugly as Hajime had feared. They were found. There wasn't even a funeral.

Hajime slept alone every night, all hopes of being with Tooru in this lifetime crushed to bits after the incident. His dreams reminded him of more pleasant times, of sneaking out of royal parties and picking flowers in the palace courtyard, and his first thought each time he woke up was 'next time.' Always 'next time.'

--

The mild cycles were probably the hardest, the ones which promised everything but then denied them last minute.

The life where Tooru was a prisoner and Hajime was a dungeon overseer, or the one where Hajime was Tooru's terminally ill patient.

It was increasingly painful, each failed attempt, each cycle where something went wrong, and Hajime couldn't take it anymore.

Still, despite all the frustration and heartbreak, the moments he did get with Tooru, no matter how brief or painful, were ones he wouldn't trade for anything.

Whether it be for only five minutes or five months, he searched through the crowds, traveled as far as he could. It was all worth it for those precious seconds and fleeting exchanges.

He couldn't say he had bad memories when it came to Tooru after all. Some cycles, no matter how brief, ended up leaving him with some of his most cherished memories.

A few lives later, Hajime had lost count as to which, maybe the twentieth or so, he and Tooru rode bikes by the coast. Or at least, that was the moment which stuck out the most. The wind blowing in Tooru's hair and the open air of the shoreline.

Hajime was a scientist barely beginning to catalog marine life, and Tooru was simply someone who crossed by the sea to get to his job. It was a humble profession, and it came with a measly income. However, it benefited Hajime greatly. He got to travel, got to sail up and down the coasts of the world, always looking.

The day had been overcast and windy, the harsh coastal breeze chilling him to the bone and threatening to tear the loose pages of his notebook away. He'd begun to scribble the notes on the local sea plants, sketching them messily on the next page, when his mind began to wander, and the soft tendrils turned into perfect curls and curves. He had Tooru's face engraved in his brain. He knew it like the back of his hand, the lines which formed when Tooru smiled, the wrinkles in his forehead when he was thinking, the roundness of his eyes...

Before Hajime knew it, he'd wasted a good hour of daylight sketching his beloved, and feeling colder than before.

When he decided to go purchase water at a stand less than a mile up the shore, he wondered if he was being delusional, because right there, tugging a shitty bike behind him, was Tooru.

There was the usual moment of alignment, where Hajime's breath stopped and his body felt cleansed, telling him finally.

Hajime hadn't known then whether or not the cycle would work out, was incredibly fearful about how it would be ruined, like it always was...but he didn't mind. Not when Tooru was reaching for him, abandoning his bike to fall into the sand while he rushed forward.

Regardless of how it ended, it had been one of his favorite lives.

"So...you're a nerd in this life Hajime?" Tooru's taunts didn't have much strength, considering how he was giving Hajime the fondest look imaginable. Tooru was gripping the other's wrists harshly, as if still not believing he was real even after catching up for the past hour. Hajime had to control himself, had to keep his breathing steady, because when Tooru was looking at him so affectionately...

He wanted to drown in it.

So, he did what he knew would distract him. Hajime fired back.

"Yeah. I finally know what it's like being you."

"How dare!"

They spent time together like that for a few months after finding each other at a shoddy beach shack in the middle of the summer, isolating themselves from the world and dropping everything. They swam in the ocean and curled up together every night, Tooru asking him questions about ocean creatures and whether or not sea monsters existed, and it was times like those that made Hajime the happiest, just existing with Tooru, as it was always meant to be. It was times like those which made Hajime believe the universe was doing them a solid, finally backing off, though he felt deep down it wasn't the case.

"Do you remember when we used to sneak out of the palace at night?" Tooru said sleepily as he curled up to Hajime under their thick blanket. The material was a bit itchy, not completely free of sand, but Hajime wasn't complaining at all. He was over the moon. Tooru's body was bare and warm, and Hajime's fingers drifted across the sun kissed skin, stopping teasingly at his lower back.

"Yeah, you were so damn loud we almost got caught each time."

"It was your fault!" Tooru sat up, a pout on his face, and Hajime kissed him because why not? It was never enough with Tooru. The other's eyes widened, and then he pouted further, muttering a half-hearted 'unfair.'

Hajime snorted, it was too easy to tease the other, no matter how long he'd been at it. Still, he remembered what Tooru was talking about. Hajime had been a royal bodyguard for the prince of course, but his quarters were in the lower levels of the palace. Yet, he'd still risk his whole welfare to sneak up to the high rooms, finding Tooru's door unlocked because the prince was waiting for him all along. Hajime tightened his hold around Tooru's shoulders as the events replayed in his mind, Tooru and him sneaking into the kitchen to steal bread and then sitting on the balcony for long hours into the night, retiring to the prince's room for rushed kisses and muffled moans.

Yeah, this was nice. Being on the beach, having Tooru in his arms with no need to head back anytime soon. But...Hajime's favorite lifetime was definitely the first, but not for any reason other than it was the longest he'd gotten to be with the other, the life where he'd fallen in love.

Tooru's pout was gone, his eyes just watching Hajime now, and the air of adoration consumed the small space of their tent. It was late, but he didn't want to sleep. There was never enough time, and if he was being honest he was afraid. He was afraid because it felt like Tooru could disappear at any moment. There was still so much to say, so much he wanted to do and share with the other.

Tooru ran a hand through his hair, a genuine and knowing grin spreading out on his face. It was terrifying sometimes, how easily Tooru could read people.

"Hajime, let's go stargazing huh?"

And Hajime thought, yeah, who needs sleep?

Out of all the cycles they'd lived through so far, it was one of the most peaceful.

Tooru loved the sea and the unpolluted sky near the beach, watching in awe as the stars came out at night, and Hajime kissed his neck and pulled him close in their tent, relishing in the half-hearted shoves and laughter he got in return.

He wished it was like that every lifetime, for the whole time. He and Tooru, together. But of course, Hajime had hoped too soon. He didn't know why it was a surprise anymore, but it hurt all the same.

The universe decided that it wasn't quite their time yet, their lives called them back to work and their studies, to responsibilities, and after those few months of paradise, all able bodied men were drafted for a foreign war, and Hajime never saw Tooru again.

--

By the end of the next few heaps of cycles, Tooru was pretty fucking done. Also, the world had packaged bread, and this magical thing called cereal, and he was so happy he was reincarnated this time (if Hajime hadn't been, he was going to be double pissed though).

The cool thing about reincarnating, though it was mostly a bitch, was that he got to see the world change and evolve around him. He never knew what to expect next, and his mind drank it all in, all the new knowledge and innovation. Still, nothing was really the same without Hajime there. It got agonizing to wait, to live through so many lives with the torturous uncertainty that he wouldn't be seeing the other at all, but Tooru still felt he had luck on his side.

His name was still different, wasn't the same as his first life, not yet, so he still had some cycles to go.

He ignored the feeling in his gut that wondered if the universe would be so cruel as to give Hajime the surname Iwaizumi before giving Tooru that of Oikawa once again.

He pushed the feeling down in favor of the article he was reading.

It was a bit easier to search for Hajime at least, because there were newspapers and radio ads he could put out and disguise as labor searches, but Tooru was poor in this life, and it was difficult to constantly scrape together money in order to call out to his love, and forget travelling.

The cycle was proving to be rather difficult, and Tooru came close to giving up when he turned twenty six and still hadn't found him (maybe he's not in this life...).

It was a terrible thought, but once Tooru considered the possibility, it was hard to let it go. It wasn't the first time it had happened in their thirty...thirty five cycles? Whatever. It sucked no matter what, being denied the chance to meet the other at all.

Life went on regardless.

Tooru took the train to work every morning, mood sour until he had to put on a happy face for his co-workers. If Hajime was there, he'd probably scold him, make fun of him for being worried about wrinkles yet frowning like an old man. He'd had experience of course.

Tooru laughed to himself. That cycle, one of the earlier ones, with them both being old and crotchety had been fun. But...Tooru wished they been able to grow into that, instead of finding each other too late.

He sighed, and then made his way onto the train.

That's how his days went for months, and honestly, Tooru had pathetically resigned himself to believing he would be alone this time, no trace of Hajime or word of him anywhere. He could've been dead, old, young, hell he could've been a fucking dog, and Tooru had no way of knowing. By the time he turned twenty seven, he'd lost any hope for a sign.

So when he caught the other's eyes at the train station despite that on one fateful summer day, he allowed himself to foolishly think the universe was finally being kind. This is it. This time for sure.

Idiot.

Tooru had rushed to him, pushing past people without a care until he'd collided with the other with a crushing force. It had been okay though, Hajime knew how to catch him. Tooru started crying, as he usually did, peppering the other's face with kisses to the displeasure of some of the passing crowd, but he wasn't concerned. Hajime was holding him, his world made sense once more, and now they could live out the rest of the cycle together, Tooru wouldn't let it slip away again.

Hajime seemed to share the sentiment, staring at him fondly, and Tooru was invincible in that moment. This was everything he'd ever wanted. It was amazing for but five seconds before Tooru felt as if ice water had been dumped down his back.

"Hajime! I'm so happy you're--"

"I found y--!"

Tooru blinked stupidly, his body going stiff as he stared into Hajime's eyes, and they both seemed to think the same thing. His stomach twisted in annoyance, the dread manifesting before Tooru knew what was going on himself. No way. No fair. I heard wrong.

Clearing his throat, Tooru spoke again, voice hesitant and probably menacing. He didn't know when he started imagining the universe as some evil twelve year old girl, but it seemed pretty accurate seeing what was going on. Oh please no... "Hajime...say something..."

Hajime's brow furrowed, and then his eyes flashed in fear, and oh man that's not good.

"What did you say?" Tooru didn't understand a word of it. The syllables and pronunciations were too quick and foreign, like nothing he'd ever remotely studied in school. They stood frozen, and people were beginning to eye them suspiciously since they were still in the middle of the damn station lobby. Tooru didn't have the mental capacity to worry about that right now though, because...

Fuck.

Hajime wasn't any better. He looked ready to burst, and the realization cemented itself fully for both of them when they glanced down to the luggage Hajime was carrying. There was a sticker of a flag from another country, along with the words 'University Exchange Program."

There was a beat of strained air, in which they both made a pathetic croaking sound, and then they both proceeded to lose their shit.

Tooru spun away, pacing a few feet before coming back with his hands fisted painfully in his hair. Hajime was barely standing. "Are you freaking kidding me right now? You're joking right?"

Hajime licked his lips, resting his hands on his knees in an effort to balance himself as Tooru freaked out a few feet away. "T-Tooru calm down...obviously we speak totally separate languages...but it could be worse...um..."

"Oh my god, I don't even know what you just said oh my--"

"Shut up for a sec!" Hajime growled, looking momentarily satisfied when Tooru halted. Good, at least the language of 'shut the hell up' was universal. Then again, momentarily, was the key word.

After a split second, Tooru's face was twisting into a petulant scowl, and Hajime almost knew the words without understanding them. "Did...did you just tell me to shut up? In a foreign tongue?!" For good measure, Tooru brought a hand up to his chest in dramatic offense, other hand laid out as if expecting an apology.

Don't get him wrong, he was overjoyed that Hajime existed and was there in front of him, but this was downright stupid. Of all the rotten tricks...

Hajime raised a brow at him, as if to say 'really?' and Tooru didn't know whether to kiss him senseless or hit him.

Two could play at this game though, language barrier or not.

"Rude Iwa-chan!" Tooru said, lips tilting up into a smug grin as he gestured to the sticker on his suitcase. "Can't believe they even let you into such a fancy program, what kind of exchange student doesn't speak a word of the host tongue? I'm so disappointed in you..."

Tooru felt chills go through him when Hajime's eyes snapped to meet his, squinting and trying to process the tone and expression Tooru gave off.

Then, it seemed to kick in.

Ha.

Hajime smacked him with his luggage, pretty hard, but Tooru laughed in between his cries of pain. Worth it. "I don't know what the hell you just said but I know it was something shitty."

"I love you too Hajime."

The shorter paused, eyes widening to the size of dinner plates, and Tooru felt his face flush a bright red. Ah, so Hajime did know some phrases in Tooru's language. Seriously? It's not the first time I've said it...so why...after all this time...

Hajime bit his lip, dropping his luggage carelessly in favor of cupping Tooru's jaw, hands gentle despite the previous bickering. Tooru knew the answer to his own question, he knew why. I missed you. I can never say it enough.

 The panicked atmosphere melted away, and Tooru got lost in those bluish gray eyes, his body exhaling all the stress and longing it had built up over the years.

"I love you," Hajime said, brushing a stray tear which was beginning to form away from Tooru's eye. The taller didn't know what it meant, but judging from the fondness in Hajime's voice, he had a pretty good idea.

Clumsily, Tooru repeated it back, the string of foreign words butchered by his mouth, and he laughed when Hajime snorted, pulling him in close and not letting him go.

--

That cycle was more bittersweet than anything else, after all, eventually Hajime had to go back to his home country, and their separation was prolonged once again. Still, the countless years of writing letters and sending emails in poorly translated script which took too long to decipher wasn't exactly unpleasant (if only to see the mass amount of effort Tooru put into it).

During Hajime's initial stay, he sat cooped up with Tooru in his apartment or at the school lounge, rifling through books and trying to learn a full language in the span of a semester. It worked about as well as one would think, but boy, did Hajime try. He tried so hard, read up on basic, cheesy phrases and grammar rules, made flashcards for new words, did anything to sharpen his speech. He wanted to talk to Tooru, needed to.

In the end, he could only manage some broken sentences here and there, but Tooru hadn't seemed to mind at all, happily curling up with Hajime on the bed or eating dinner together quietly, and it wasn't at all uncomfortable (maybe sad at times though). It didn't matter, because Hajime knew how to catch Tooru's tears and Tooru knew how to do the same for him. They knew each other so well, understood every look and tick, and it was almost as if they were having a conversation in the silence of the room, every smile and touch engrossing Hajime fully.

--

It didn't matter how many cycles passed after that, Tooru was antsy in each one. He'd be relieved, finding that his last name wasn't Oikawa, because it meant he had another chance. Sadly, it also meant the universe had another opportunity to ruin his life, since he still had time left.

It didn't much affect his outlook on things. Regardless of if he was Oikawa Tooru or not, he searched for Hajime just as tirelessly, letting his love guide him through every obstacle. He wouldn't give up.

It didn't completely dull the sting though, whenever he passed away, without Hajime by his side. But he couldn't dwell on it.

As the edges of the world faded around him, his body succumbing to old age, Tooru repeated it to himself over and over.

As long as I'm not Oikawa Tooru, it's not my last chance.

I’ll find you, Hajime.

Then the world was swallowed up by darkness.

[ancientnapdragon]

Restless: another superhero au

i’m angry at the world right now and i have the flu and it’s shark week so i’m TAKIING OUT MY PAIN with a random superhero au at 6 am.  normally i would write this down in a file to store but i’m too lazy to get up so sorry everyone.  it’s klance cause i’m a pos.  sue me.  under the cut if you are actually interested or whatever lmao let’s GO.

this is probably really stupid and rambly cause i’m jotting ideas down before i go to sleep so sorry i’ll do my best

its a superhero au so it takes place in some type of large city or area a-la new york or like metropolis or gotham or something.    large area means lots of villains but also lots of heroes i guess too?

being born with superpowers/inheriting them/whatever is common enough, but it’s not SUPER common.  like, i'd say that maybe one in about every thousand people is 'blessed' with power naturally, but it’s very rare you actually get something cool.  like you'll be born with superpowers and get the ability to sneeze super loud or something lmao.

zarkon is our big bad ofc he is.  he's been moving from city to city around the world in superpower dense areas.  why?  to STEAL THEIR POWERS.  zarkon is called The Void on the street, and his power is literally to take other people's powers and add them to his whole repertoire of fuckery.  he's crazy powerful and in the last year he's decimated places bad enough that heroes AND villains are scared of him.  apparently he's after something crazy powerful, but doesn't know where it's at, so he's just kind of wandering and looking for it.

haggar ofc is like his number 2, and its no secret that they hate each other, but for some reason he can't absorb her power and he's too strong for her to take out.  so why fight when they could work together or whatever.

anyway, she has like this crazy dark magic type stuff.  telekinesis, spirit channeling, crazy lightning bolts and even low-level necromancy if the body is fresh enough.  she's crazy powerful and can boost or nullify other people's powers, too.  for a price.

no surprises here but they're making their way to Lion Kickass Voltron RockNRoll City (the tentative name for where our beloved character live).  also no surprises that recently orphaned billionaire Allura and her plucky butler Coran have just what zarkon is looking for.

Allura's family is one with the ability to 'pass down' their powers to a younger generation, so when king Alfor died he passed on a type of very special crystallomancy.  it helps them use the natural energies of the world to see the future and also shape it to their will.  it's not a godsend power, making little ripples here and there in the timestream still takes a while, but it's hella powerful when used correctly.

Coran actually has a power, too.  he can sense and nullify poison, and his family has worked hand in hand with allura's for generations to keep her family safe.  the agreement is that for this protection they have to shape the world for the better.  also, he could kick your ass in don't think he's just a pretty mustache.

Both of them are active in the underground network of vigilante heroes, but they play a more passive role of assisting them into money when they need it or tips on where crimes will happen.  which really ticks Allura off cause she's not a 'passive' type of gal, you know?

shiro is a cop who was forced to retire early cause of an accident where he lost his arm.  he suspects foul play and a major cover up, cause his partner on the case ended up dying, too.  then not long after his partner's scientist father 'vanished'.  shiro doesn't know what happened to them, but he doesn't like it.  he's been trying to look more into it but every time he's looked, he's been led astray or met resistance.

he eventually runs across zarkon and haggar by accident, and haggar 'curses' him with power for his meddling.  he loses a year where he gets the name of Champion by the underground and a reputation as a brutal killer who doesn't have a soul.  he's got a magical gauntlet replacing his arm that he can't take off, which gives him super strength.  he's also got higher endurance and stamina, plus he's numb to some pains.  the only drawback is that if he uses his powers too much, he goes into a rage state where he has to 'fill the gauntlet with hate'.

its not a power he's proud of or uses very often.

he woke up three months prior to the story, dumped and bleeding in an alleyway.  he's confused cause he lost a year and has more questions that he has answers.  it's through good luck, for him, that allura finds him not long after and takes his him.  he's been slowly regaining his reputation as a hero and not a villain under allura's guidance while also looking for his own answers.

keith is a magical girl.

no, really, he kind of is.  The codename and powers of 'Valkyrie' has been around since the 1920s.  The powers are connected to a magical artifact, the worn and battered grip of a silver spear.  the spear 'chooses' who inherits its power.  every previous incarnation has been a woman, cause it's who the spear wanted.  the name and power has a whole brand behind it, cause it's powerful and been around a long time.  six years before the story started, the previous chosen wielder of the spear died and it's been dormant ever since.

the relic is protected by a hidden society of women who had been secretly training a replacement ever since even before the last Valkyrie died.  then along comes Keith and fucks it up.  he's 13 when his foster parents Romella and Thace take him in.  turns out Romella and his foster sisters, along with a lot of the stuffy wives and daughters of the stuffy suburban home he's living in, are part of the secret society.

he finds the relic and it chooses him, so he's Valkyrie now.  Romella and Thace adopt him cause I WANT HIM TO HAVE PEOPLE WHO LOVE HIM.  he starts training to be able to use these powers, and he has his own underground spy network of women.  plus like four older foster sisters??? who says lance always has to be the one with a bunch of siblings???  let keith be happy 2k17.

he doesn't actually go 'onto the street' to fight crime, which he hates cause he is a rash child, until he's seventeen and Romella dubs his training 'complete'.  he's nineteen at the start of the story and has earned himself a reputation as being a harsh punisher who isn't afraid to curb stomp your ass.

ANYWAY WHAT HIS POWERS ACTUALLY DO.  when he activates the spear relic, it transforms into a magical silver spear.  he also gains full battle armor, also made of this mythical silver.  everything is enchanted.  of course he can kick your ass with the spear itself, but he's also good at hand to hand combat.  he can't fly, but he can do 'sustained hovers' and jump super high.  he can also shriek out a war cry and boost the powers of those around him.  his most impressive, and the most rarely used, part of his power is the ability to summon lightning strikes (they're kind of hot like fire, right???).  its very draining on him, though.  his biggest weakness is the relic, cause if he loses it for too long, he can't sustain his magical form and will just be a regular person until he can grab it again.

i kind of imagine that his outfit looks kind of like the Valkyrie class from Bravely Default, the girl choice and not the boy, cause it's kick ass.  just with red highlights and like a strip over his eyes to hide his secret identity or whatever.

hunk is my precious bean so we'll do him next.

hunk was born with his powers.  he's got the name Alchemist cause of them, but he's more utility than combat.  if you give hunk the raw materials for things, granted he can fit it between his hands and he knows well enough how it works, he can 'squeeze it together' and make that object.  so, if he knows the intricacy of a computer chip and he is given the metals or plastics needed in a raw form, he can make it with his bare hands.  since he's studied to be an engineer, and when working with someone like Pidge, he could create some truly heinous things... but he doesn't.  cause hunk is pure

under times of stress or when attacked, he has been known to make mini bombs.  however, that isn't really his style.  he works with Pidge and Lance as a part of a group just called Palette.

more on him in a second let me do an intro to Palette first.

Palette, as mentioned, is made up of Lance, Pidge and Hunk.  They're good guys, but more of the fast and loose 'we do what we want' kind... or at least Lance and Pidge are.  poor hunk just gets caught up in their mess but he loves them and knows they do the right thing in the end.

they do things like steal artifacts from museums and help return them to where they belong, or will sneak into a corrupt ceo's office to leak some nasty business deal.  that kind of stuff.  they have been known to pinch a little money, too, but only from said shady people who don't need it and only enough to find themselves as a way to scrape by a living.

this doesn't make them exactly seen as 'friends of heroes' in all cases.

hunk does technical work like making the raw parts needed for certain extractions.  he then works with pidge to build whatever machines or things are needed and plan the heists.

pidge is the mastermind, a genius hacker who gets stuff like blueprints or downs security systems.

then lance is the one who slips in and plants the bug, or steals the thing, or gets the info and then gets out.

they're overall a positive force.  while gaining noterioty, they aren't really known that much outside of the city where they live and a few other places nearby.  they've been active about two years before the story begins.

anyway.  hunk is twenty at the start of the story.  his powers came in 'late', so he grew up pretty normal with his mom and younger sisters.  he's known lance since he was ten, and they've been kicking ass together since they were fourteen.  hunk didn't get any powers until he was sixteen, though, so he was always the one to patch lance up after something rough happened.  he met pidge three years prior to the story.  they've been friends ever since.

pidge next!  pidge is a seventeen year old tech wizard who can hack your underwear if you cross them.

this isn't their power, though.  they're just really fucking smart and worked hard for the ability to be so kick ass.

pidge actually has plantmancy, and can grow things to their desire or have plants obey them.  it’s more helpful than most people know, and it can be scary to walk in and see pidge surrounded by ten vines all handing them parts or working like seven keyboards at once by using their plants.  it’s also good for combat, but pidge is rarely in the center of the action so they don't have to use it as much.

when matt and sam died, pidge has suspicions like shiro did that something just wasn't right.  their dad was a well known and respected researcher on helping isolate the gene that made people have powers in the first place.  their brother was also a top notch detective and a known ally to the Heroes of the city.  plus, everything around the case that he died was just mysterious and nothing added up. too much like a cover up.

this is what pushed pidge to hone her powers, which had shown early and as a child was just used to help in her mom's garden.  she also focused on computers to be able to get the information she wanted even if it wasn't given access.  a real force to be reckoned with and honestly probably the most powerful of her group, but she rarely shows her hand.

she joined up with hunk and lance at first as a way to use their powers for her own gain, but then later she found they worked well together and she genuinely cares about them now.  doesn't mean those dumb boys won't get a vine wedgie if they fuck with her too much tho lmao.

Pidge doesn't have an underground name cause not enough people outside of hunk and lance know she has an actual power.  which is just what she wants.  but, she goes by the codename Em, for Emerald, on the coms.

my trash son lance is last.  and this is for good reason!!!  as you will see if you even made it this far.  why do you want to read this mess???

so Lance is a sneaky snake.  except not really.  lance is our resident contortionist.  he was born with his power and has known about it since he was super small, but he never knew the full potential of what he could do until he was in his late teens.  when he was a kid he thought he could just purify water, which was pretty cool and useful.  which, he can still do that, but he can do more now.

like scry in a smooth water's surface if he knows your name and face, he can breathe underwater, and can swim like a fish.  honestly?  all very mild powers, not really anything noteworthy.  however, he's also extremely limber because of it and knot himself into a damned pretzel twice over.  he's also got a pretty good read on the area around him; that's stronger in more humid areas and weaker in dryer, cause he senses vibrations in the water particles.  useful, yeah, but it doesn't blow the doors down like keith's or shiro's power might.

that didn't stop young lance from trying to be a superhero.  he's got a slightly enhanced healing speed, but nothing impressive.  that never stopped him from getting into trouble and dragging poor hunk into it cause he wanted to be a superhero.

it wasn't until he met pidge and managed to train his body a little more than he really started to get anywhere.  sure, he wants to do good in the world, but he also chases that fame bug.  even if it's his alter ego and not himself, he wants to be well known and adored.

his name on the streets is Galaxy, which, honestly the dumb boy came up with himself.  it’s also useful cause he claims his powers are fueled by the stars.  he knows he has an affinity for water, he does, he just likes to showboat and the boy isn't stupid.  if people don't know what to expect, they're kept on their toes.  they think he's got some weird star powers then they're less likely to strike back cause they don't know what he can really do.

it took a lot of begging and convincing in high school to join the gymnastics team for 'totally innocent' reasons for him to really capitalize on parts of his powers.  it’s also what makes him so good, which pidge and hunk's help, to break into buildings and get back out without getting caught.

he really doesn't like Keith, whom he knows as just Valkyrie (and he calls Val for short and to annoy Keith).  about seven months prior to the main plotline, they crossed paths during a heist and it was hate at first sight.  lance was going to steal something, keith was contracted to protect it.  lance was pissed he didn't get whatever he was after, and keith was pissed he didn't actually catch lance.  but this is what cemented Palette's claim to fame, cause NO ONE gets away from Valkyrie... but then this little know Galaxy kid did.  it didn't piss off lance any less tho.

they've sporadically met from time to time on opposite sides since then.  lance always managing to infuriate keith but keith always managing to ruin any of lance's plans.  there is a time or two where they kind of work together, in true 'not really evil' fashion.

i'm a slut for pining keith, so ofc he gets a crush on the boy who keeps alluding him.

after the start of the main plotline, lance’s powers mutate and he becomes way more powerful.  more on how and what happens later tho.

i'm too tired to write anymore on this right now so i'm not gunna.  i'll outline the actual plot in another post but for now i'm gunna bounce.  just be teased that lance's power changes like i mentioned up there.  also... that while i'm a slut for pining keith, i'm also a slut for the emotional repercussions of lance dying.  just... without the consequences, so spoiler but no spoiler, lance fucking dies lmao.  but then is brought back to life in true superhero fashion.

if you like this au and wanna use it to write or draw or sing or... i mean, whatever you wanna do with it, go nuts.  all i ask is you tag me or something so i can see whatever beautiful thing you've come up with.

my plans for it?  i’m gunna try and push out a series of oneshots maybe of various events in time from different characters perspectives.  they’ll range in length and seriousness and stuff.  i just like the idea of this universe and how it would be fun to play with.

anyway, i’m tired, this took me too long, and i’m still not as angry as before so good night/morning.