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gildedmuse · 2 years ago

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Tbh idc what the pairing is (it could be Mihawk x Law or anything else) as long as you’re writing it, bc I will 100% be reading it. I’m glad to hear from you 😅 and also glad you didn’t die! Hopefully the situation of avoiding death continues for a good long time yet!

Oh my God thank you so much. Haha, about the not dying part, of course, but also I'm so happy when people really enjoy my writing.

I'll tell you what, recovery is going slower than I expected (I would have hoped that once I was back home and not puking up blood that I would have magically gotten better; turns out that, just as all my past experience has suggested but I refuse to accept, it doesn't work that way.)

I'm not sure about posting the Mihawk/Law piece, just because it has a lot of gaps in it which makes it hard to read. This is hard to read, too, but only because the writing sucks in parts. That is down to me not sleeping. If you can forgive some really poor writing, though, I can offer you this Mihawk x Law (with some obvious future Law x Zoro) that I wrote for @jhaernyl who was having a real tough night, and I wanted to make it better and refused to let the fact I obviously shouldn't have been writing at the time stop me.

Swordsmen Are Flexible

Law as a yoga instructor who teaches at Hawk Eyes, a dojo/gym/training complex.

The dojo is perhaps the biggest piece in all this. They have a full sized, League approved, competition stage that often plays host to Grand Line Division matches.

So, of course, the two most popular instructors at the center are not only well known Kenshi with high international rankings, but also are both fully certified as 9th Dan Hanshi by the IKL: Sensei Kyoshiro Denjiro and Sensei Dracule Mihawk. Considering the level of such instructors, it's only natural that following the announcement of a new sensei joining the team at Hawk Eyes, everyone developed theory, had heard a rumor, or just "had a hunch" about who the new trainer would be ranging from romantic ("Imagine if Sensei Hawkeyes brought his old rival to teach us!") to reasonable (He's visited often enough, and has the relaxed air of a retired Kenshi who would be glad to teach rather than compete. Rayleigh just makes sense....) to ruthless (Mihawk may not be the kindest Sensei, but no way he's throwing his students to King!) to truly ridiculous (Cavendish is more movie star than Kenshi, and and student who believes Mihawk would bring in that overhyped fop should probably see the on sight medic; they clearly need their head checked).

In spite of himself, Law can't help but be just as curious as the rest of the club. Unlike the students who excitedly chatter and spread each and every new overheard suggestion as if it's a confirmed fact, the club members who aren't part of the kendo circle but keep finding themselves in or around those areas of the complex trying to catch a peak, or the staff who are happy to gossip among themselves but are sure to shake their heads and tut when students do so loudly when the boss is nearby, Law doesn't bother with all the baseless conjecturing and wasteful speculating and instead takes the bold move of simply asking.

Of course, that IS easier when you have some pull behind the scenes. Which Law definitely had. Despite being just shy of 22 and whose activity fell well out of the realm of kendo (by enlarge, sword styles depend on either strength/power or speed, and so some sports or exercise classes that might otherwise have nothing to do with blades find themselves under the general kendo umbrella simply by offering the students a way to bolster their skills in other ways; no real style depends so heavily on flexibility) which is where nearly 1/4th of the entire Club's is based, Trafalagar Law happened to be - by number of students and private lesson cost - the third most popular instructor currently employees by Hawk Eyes. An accomplishment for which he is overly competitive and a smug little brat to have earned so quickly mildly proud. But which also meant there was nothing stopping him from simply entering the boss's office and asking, "So, who is this superstar kendoist everyone has spent the last week gossiping about?"

Mihawk doesn't even look up from the paperwork he's finishing up. "Roronoa Zoro." With his eyes still down on his desk, he somehow seems to know the expression that crosses Law's face. "You wouldn't have heard of him."

Sure enough, digging around in his memory of an International Kendo League competitor under this name, left him coming up completely empty on matches, information, even passing references. Huh. Well, that is.... Unexpected. "Hmm," Law wanders in deeper to the office, sliding down into the chair across from Mihawk. He manages to throw himself into the most awkward position possible, half draped over the side, legs bent and yet hanging off the opposite arm of the chair while rolling his shoulders back, staring up at the ceiling as he considered this unsuspected and yet wholly underwhelming news. "What classes is he being given, then?" That would help Law figure out if this is Mihawk being pragmatic, bringing in some one who was competent yet mostly unknown purely as a result of the volume of business growing too large for the current instructors to handle or if instead this is one of his delusive strikes - entirely unseen and unbroadcast until suddenly he is right there and making deft work of his opponent - that he's hiding the true intent behind.

For such a serious-faced man, his boss has quite the sense of dramatic flair at times.

"He will take over the four Junior League Final Year classes from Shigure," Mihawk draws, only briefly glancing up to see what position Trafalagar had managed to twist himself into.

Law nods, agreeing that handing off the four most difficult of Tashigi's courses makes sense, although it's not as if he's being consulted on the matter. All the same, Law has at least some stakes in how business is going, and more than that he's a smart young man who keeps himself abridged of the general state of matters around him. Tashigi is the Club's youth kendo instructor, and while she may only be a 6th Dan Renshi, and hasn't yet progressed beyond tier 3 of the International Division (with a rank of 127, out of the 1000+ rankings. Apparently, before she left the Easterner Division she'd held a top 5 ranking which Law has to admit is damn impressive; he'd only ever held a rank of 8 in the Northern Division) she has proven to be quite popular with both parents and students, especially the younger swordsmen. She is easily the areas most popular Junior League instructor, somehow managing to hold down a total of 23 different classes ranging from the large general Club training sessions where it could be up to 20 students of various ages to the smaller "semi-private" affairs with just three to five kids. How she hasn't ended up slicing one of those over-involved, opinionated, (stupidly wealthy) is beyond Law. He knows Tashigi to be very focused, highly principled, and the kind of stubborn that is like nails down a chalkboard to Law. She is precisely the type that would take on far too many students and refuse to turn a single one of them away even after her schedule has been consumed by her job.

The four top classes are students who are entering one of the two final groupings for Junior League. The International Kendo League is divided into Divisions - Eastern, Western, Northern, Southern, Grand Line, and International or "All Blue" - which are then further divided into tiers with each of the local division having ten in all while the International has a total of eleven tiers starting at 10 and working down to 1 before jumping to Tier A, the All Stars tier, containing only the top 20 ranking actively competing members of the League. On the other hand, the Junior League uses a grouping system, placing junior competitors within a group dependent on age and skill level. For ages 14 to 18 you are placed in either the T Grouping or the L Grouping, with the L group containing those who will move onto the League once they turn 18 and pass Rank 45 of their local Division (this tends to be tied to age, though younger competitors can qualify if they hit Rank 14 or less early on. The ages differ by region; you must be at least 17 years old to enter the IKL in East and West Blue, whereas the South and Grand Line Divisions only require competitors to be 16. North Blue sought a special cultural exception from the League Committee to allow 15 year olds to qualify. While the League allowed this despite it allowing what the League considered "exceptionally young competitors to enter matches against fully trained adults", they required to Northern Division to raise the ranking requirement to 9 or less. And while in other Divisions, Junior competitors only need to hold this rank through 4 challenges (or matches), those in the Northern Junior Division have to keep their rank through 7 challenges, at least 4 of which must be wins.

So, it's clear why these last two groupings are so important to Junior competitors and why those classes, specifically, are going to be demanding of any instructor's time and attention. Law doesn't doubt Tashigi's dedication, but with the number of classes on her schedule, the students entering the T and L groupings probably aren't getting as much attention as they would like. It doesn't surprise him at all that these are being hoisted onto the newcomer.

"He will also start assisting Kyoshiro in his three First Year classes," Mihawk continued, now focused back on his paper (after the smallest hint of a smile having confirmed that, yes, indeed Trafalagar HAD managed not only to curl himself into quite the arrangement but did so in that oh so casually posed way the boy had about him). So he misses the momentary surprise that flashes over Law's features before he pulls it back.

It's just that first year Kendoist who come to a place like Hawk Eyes, this tends to be their *life*. There are waiting lists and drawings for the positions in Kyoshiro's First Year classes, which teach not just stance and techniques but also strategy, League Tradition, and Style development. Basically, everything a young competitor needs to ensure some level of success in the years ahead.

Which, Law assumes, is why this unknown swordsman will start out only as an assistant to Denjiro. Those students are between 17 and 19, and he can only imagine that they, along with their parents, might riot if they found out they had been tossed aside to some newcomer lacking Kyoshiro's reputation and knowledge. It could be that the new hire is simply meant to help Denjiro in organizing and setting up these classes which go well beyond the definition of mere training sessions. They are, as Law understands it, far closer to a university level lecture but one that is still half swordsmanship and practical exercises. An assistant could certainly help to lighten the load.

However, the club itself is less of a university and more like high school, at least in terms of the way that rumor and gossip ripple through them like waves after a seaking crashes through a ship. So without even having to ask, Law knows that Denjiro has been looking to free some of his time from the club. His husband has started a Dojo of his own, although it isn't sponsored by the Kendo League or IKL approved which is likely the only reason Denjiro has stayed in this job as they aren't directly in competition (how anyone found all this out is beyond Law; Denjiro isn't the type to discuss such personal topics, though he'd gladly spend the next 40 minutes telling you how bold and clever and wise his "Kin-san" is, as well as how hot the man is without his shirt on. Law has learned to avoid conversations with Denjiro). Fire Fox Dojo specializes in the Wano Form, teaching all sorts of exotic practice methods and ancient Wano secret techniques. Or so Law has heard some of the other staff say…. And apparently, with their wife splitting half of her time between here and Wano these days, Denjiro's husband could use the added support. Which leads Law to believe whoever this Roronoa is, Mihawk must see a Blues worth of potential in him. He wouldn't give Denjiro's First Year classes to anyone he didn't have respect for, and that he didn't believe could maintain the reputation Denjiro has built the club. Every single Kenshi who sits for the entirety of the class has moved up to at least 8th Tier by the end of their first year as full members of the IKL Grand Line Division. Handing those three classes off would also free up the largest portion of Denjiro's time, while still allowing him to teach the highest number of classes. It is a shrewd move on Mihawk's part.

Provided, of course, this guy can live up to his expectations.

"I will also be handing my three lowest level courses onto him," Mihawk informs Trafalagar of this one just as he finishes the last of the forms he'd needed to finalize in order to secure Roronoa a place directly in the All Blue Division with no need to waste his time working up through the Grand Line first. Such a task would only slow Roronoa's progress. He makes sure the forms are nearly stacked before him, arms resting serenely on the desk and focus squarely on Trafalgar as he makes this next proclamation.

Law jolts slightly, almost as if he's about to start and choke. Only there is nothing to choke on, just his tongue and the huge amount of shock he'd needed to suddenly swallow past.

Mihawk's three "lowest level" classes would be the upper limit to what most dojos or gyms could even offer. He is, after all, the current Tier A champion, holding the coveted Rank 1 title: Greatest Living Swordsman. The classes he teaches are both highly specialized and incredibly select. Each one is restricted to no more than ten students, and those who apply must first pass a multilayered audition.

"YOUR classes?" Law can't quite hold back the disbelief that leaps out of his voice. "Where is he from?" It must be some island like Wano or Pasofica, some place with their own form and a system that stands apart from the official League. That would explain why Law hasn't-

"East Blue. To be honest, I can't remember the name of the island itself. It was some small, provincial little town-island. A perfectly idyllic place to grow up, I'm certain, but not one worth anything of note." Mihawk cocks his head ever so slightly as he draws out his explanation, carefully watching Trafalagar and his reaction.

The EAST!? He's just some unknown guy from the East!? Law can feel the incredulity rising up in his chest yet again, and it causes him to twist and turn until he's sitting in his seat properly, which in itself strange enough. But behind all the restlessness, Law's mind is trying to fit the piece together. He's thinking about that faster than sound way Mihawk has of cutting down an opponent; no warning, no time to react, he just goes from nothing to winner in a lightening's bolt lifetime. Just because the attack happens in no time at all doesn't mean it isn't planned well in advance. Law has a feeling that Mihawk is lining up just such a strike, an aggressive move to keep the club at its winning rank.

Why on the mats Law always loves watching him take out opponents with such a burst of unexpected power, finding the whole performance, well, erotic as hell, honestly, it's a different matter when Mihawk is using it as a business tactic.

It makes Law want to do the impossible; he wants to read the move, to see it before it hits. Not to block it, he is sure Mihawk took all options into consideration and found this one the most appealing for a reason, but for the simple reason that he can. He is sure of it. There is more power behind this than is clear at the surface, there is a plan there. Law wants in, but he wants to find his own way there.

"Was there more, Trafalagar?" Mihawk asks with a raised eyebrow, clearly expecting a litany of righteous, indignant incredulity to come his way, as has been the case with nearly all others with whom he's shared this decision.

Law is just caught staring off into the distance for a heart beat longer until he catches himself and shakes out of it. "Mm? Yes." Law has all sorts of questions, but most of them will have to wait. So instead he leans forward, giving Mihawk a curious look. "Are you going to allow him to take over our private lessons as well."

Mihawk leans back in his chair, the smallest of smiles playing at his lips. Law knows him well enough to see it for the playful grin it is. "Bored of me already, are you, Trafalagar?"

"Bored? Of you old man? No, never." Law gives a cheeky roll of his eyes before rising up to his feet. He pauses before extending his arms up over his head to get a good stretch, a move that turns into something of a full body roll, but only after he's drawn himself taunt, unfurling upwards and then leaning back until he can actually start to feel some strain pulling at his muscles. Once he's content he'll feel this one at least a little, and also sure he's laid himself out as much as possible for a causal stretch, Law rolls his shoulders forward and comes off his toes back to his feet and lands with a soft bounce. "I've got class in 40 minutes." And plenty of poking around he would like to get done before that.

Apparently, something in Law's expression must give away as much, because he's only made it two steps towards the door before a heavy hand lands on his shoulder, putting just enough force to ensure Law comes to a complete stop.

He tilts his head all the way back, throat completely bared as he stares up at Mihawk's near upside side expression, the slight glint in his golden eyes. "Behave yourself, Trafalagar," his boss warns, voice a low, surprisingly soft rumble.

Law just shots him a cocky smile. "Now why would I do something boring like that?"

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Law is very nearly late to class. He could have been perfectly on time, only it's harder than you'd think finding a yoga appropriate top that also covers most of your neck.

The atmosphere in the room is, much like the rest of the club, one of high excitement with the students too busy whispering about the famous, legendary Swordsman whom Dracule will surely have brought on to be the new kendo instructor. Law can only snort, trying not to smile knowing just how disappointed they will all be when they discover the guy is just some nobody Eastern. It's all part of that trick attack, hiding the actual strike behind a seeming stillness and nothing.

Law is so lost in his own thoughts regarding what role this mysterious stranger plays exactly in Mihawk's plan he almost doesn't notice him. Which is surprising, since you hardly see such bright, naturally green hair everyday. The boy is stretching out towards the back of the room, wearing a pair of loose black pants and a white tank top that makes up for any bagginess by being about three times too small. He's quite the cutie, actually. Lean frame, strong shoulders, that hair. But, oh, what a baby! He probably isn't even out of highschool!

(There are, of course, plenty of folks who would say that LAW was barely out of high school himself, though it had been 4 years now since he graduated, which in Law's mind was a world of time. More than enough to make him a fully grown adult, while green haired cutie was clearly but a child.)

Poor thing must have gotten lost, Law chuckles to himself, crossing the back of the class as quietly as possible. He actually isn't trying to embarrass the boy. "Hey there. Excuse me?" Law says softly with a tap on the boy's shoulder.

"I think your in the wrong class." Cutie turns around, and for more than a passing moment he just stares at Law. Like Law is acting strange or…. - fuck, those stupid bite marks don't show, do they? He tugs at the neck of this high collared shirt he found but, no, he's good - what is this kid's problem, honestly? Law decides to just ignore the weirdness and push through. "This is-"

"Intermediate Yoga, Level 2," the boy chokes out, fast enough that Law worries for a second he's swallowed his own tongue. He certainly goes red enough in the face that something has to be wrong. "With Trafalagar Law."

"Yes," Law says with a smile that might be *just* a tad condescending. "That's me."

"Oh, good," the boy breaths, as if he thought for a moment he really did just have the wrong room. "I mean, I knew that."

Only you clearly didn't, Law wants to say, but keeps the snide thought to himself. Instead he explains, "We have a Beginners class on Tuesday and Thursday evenings, and early afternoons Friday." Which is just about the polite way he can think to shoo this baby away.

"Hmm?" The boy looks honestly confused as to why Law would be sharing such useless information with him. It seems to take a moment to click. "Oh, no. I'm good."

Law raises an eyebrow. "If you're sure, Midori-ya."

"It's actually Zo-"

"Alright class." Law is already walking away, raising his voice to get the rest of the class to settle down and pay attention. Look, if the boy wants to wake up tomorrow sore all over and cursing Law's name, let him go for it. Law isn't going to waste his time trying to explain to the kid that while he's sure that whatever yoga his girlfriend showed him was super easy, and she probably called him a natural and oh, he's so good at this he should do yoga with her! That isn't anything like what they're going to do here. He isn't in the practice of teaching people sloppy, easy poses that make them feel better about themselves without any of the actual physical work out. "Today I want to get you all started on some more advanced poses. They're going to be a bit trickier than what we've done so far, but we'll start with a solid warm up, and if you've been keeping up with your stretches these should be a rewarding experience."

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It turns out, Law's first impressions of the boy were off on multiple points. For starters, he had greatly misjudged just how flexible the boy is, which turns out to be "damn more than expected". Especially given that, while he's pretty lean in general with narrow hips and a compact build, he's also incredibly solid looking. The wider shoulders say that he could put on a good mass of muscle yet, and Law had been expecting plenty of core strength with little stretch, but, depths, the boy can bend.

Enough to draw those baggy pants right over his ass. Nowhere near as tight as his shirt, which is a shame, based on the few peaks Law did get. He may have walked by the boy once or twice or six times more than he had with other students.

"That's really good, Midori-ya, you just need to straighten out this hip area a bit more. You should feel the pull coming from your back, here, down to here, and into your hamstring, like this." No this isn't just an excuse to touch you, that would be horribly perverted and - wow, that ass really is as tight as it looks, isn't it Midori-ya? "Doesn't that feel better?"

"Y-yes, much better, Trafalagar-sensei."

Law has to take back the part about the boy only showing up because of some psedu-yoga with his girlfriend. He won't dismiss the entire theory out of hand, it just requires one minor correction.

He isn't the only one who noticed the cute new student. Several times during the lesson he looks up to see the girls on either side of the green haired boy having a go trying to get his attention, whisper-flirting when they can get away with it, one goes as far as to very nearly shove her breasts in his face. The boy only apologizes before moving back to give her more space. After that, the two don't make any serious attempts.

The class empties out slowly, with most students straggling behind to see if they can't ask the Sensei a question or two (or however many it takes to keep him there until the others have finally all given up and gone home and they have him to themselves). Still, Law is surprised when he looks up - after having finally dismissed a whole flock who all wanted to know if they were doing this pose absolutely right, Sensei? Plus the blond hottie that, well, Law had to give him points for the brazenness of coming right up and asking for his number, though his reason for why ("in case I have any questions about yoga") could use some workshopping - and sees the green haired boy is still standing around, examining at a map of the complex. He appears to actually be fairly engrossed in his study, too, as Law manages to approach without him giving so much as a sideways glance up from the unfolded pamphlet.

"You looked really good today."

The poor boy jolts back, clearly startled, but when he meets Law's eyes he looks less like the scared little lamb that Law expects and more like he is ready to fight to the death.

The mettle quickly fades, though, replaced just as speedily with a different kind of blood. This one leaves him with pink cheeks, so hot Law swears he can feel them from all one and a half feet away.

He feels this all but confirms it. He's definitely doing yoga at his boyfriend's suggestion.

"Oh, um, thanks?" The kid doesn't seem to know if this is a real compliment or not, and Law can definitely see the doubt in his eyes. It only makes Law's smile a little more genuine. He appreciates suspicion.

"I guess I'm just surprised," he goes on, as if he can explain away the compliment which, again, makes Law feel that much more comfortable with the kid. Direct compliments never seem truthful, anyway. "You're quite good, but I don't remember seeing you around before. Do you and your partner usually practice together?"

Hmm, well, that wasn't exactly subtle. The weird thing is, Law hadn't MEANT to be so blunt, asking after such personal details in such an open manner. He's never so straightforward, especially with students. Depths, when is the last time he even bothered to ASK about an individual's partner!? That's not even information he needs to know.

"What? No, no. No. I'm new. I mean, I just moved here, that's all."

Ah, yes, that could explain a lot. Maybe about that cute blush, too, and his lost look studying the map. He must be from one of the smaller nearby islands, or maybe his home is back in Paradise, this could be his first time in the Big Cities of the New World. "In which case, welcome to Punk Hazard, Midori-ya. Don't worry, you get used to it after the first few weeks," Law explains, nodding towards the unfurled map.

The boy makes a face, looking down at the map as though it has personally cursed his entire family tree. "Yeah, I'm sure I will."

"Oh," he adds, blinking as the grumpiness fades and he looks back up at Law. "You called me that again… Actually, my name is Ro-"

"Trafalagar-sensei!"

The two girls who had been making sure to arrive early enough that they always get to sit in front seem to have finally lost their patience waiting for the room to completely clear out. Whatever plan they've been hatching over the last few weeks is apparently ready to go NOW and not a moment later, and before Law knows it he's got both swarming up to them, eyes alight with whatever scheme they've got hidden up their sleeves.

Well, it's only right to let them have their chance with him now, isn't he?

"Zoa, Kere," he greets the two, who break down in giggles at the fact that he knows their name. Speaking of which, their blush and spontaneous joyous outburst gives him enough time to look back up, only to find that despite him having taken almost fifteen minutes to get out and check his map of the club's complex, the boy is all packed up and halfway out the door in less than a minute.

"Bye, Midori-ya!" Law calls out, waving a quick farewell to the boy, who trips over himself, apparently not having expected Law to wave him off.

He half turns around, giving him a small bow in return. "I'll see you tomorrow!" He shouts back, face bur jmg red again before he quickly hurries off.

Tomorrow? Law wonders, his attention returning to his two admirers. He will have to pick that boy up a proper class schedule.

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The next day, the whole club is abuzz, and the crowd and chatter only increase the closer to the kendo hall you get.

Still, Mihawk looks surprised to see Law walking through the doors, or at least, surprised for Mihawk. He steps out from the doorway he'd been looming in - see? so dramatic. - and right into Law's path. As if there had been any change of Law walking right by him.

"Trafalagar," he greets, earning a polite but shallow bow and a return greeting. "I'm surprised to see you've lowered yourself to such an affair."

Law gives him a crooked grin before stepping around Mihawk, as if content to go along without him. "I'm only here to see their great disappointment you haven't brought them Shadow Lord Rayleigh."

"Hmm," Mihawk remarks, catching up to Law in mere seconds. "Of course, they could have simply asked and spared themselves."

It's true, Law supposes, but only technically. He can't imagine Mihawk would do that much to keep Roronoa's name a secret, but of course how many would dare to ask when he hadn't openly announced it in the first place? "It's almost as if they're intimidated by you."

"Really? How dull."

Law chuckles, using his next step to move in closer to Mihawk. Their arms brush, and Mihawk slides his gaze over to Law. It is…. Surprisingly intense, and full of…. Not heat, but warmth.

Law shifts his eyes directly ahead, tries to ignore it. "Let's go see this mysterious swordsmen of yours, shall we?"

Law decides it's best to take his cues from the excitable crowd, his own stride speeding up ever so slightly from his and Mihawk's slower pace.

There isn't any great height difference between them , and Law has the longer legs comparatively, Mihawk seems to swoop in, immediately falling in step right beside Law again. Which is fine.

Until his arm falls around Law's waist.

Law tenses, nearly freezing in place, only barely able to keep himself falling forward, forcing himself to keep walking. It's impossible to hide the way his whole body tightens at the sudden, public contact between the two of them, though. Mihawk gives his hip a gentle squeeze, a sign of comfort, Law supposes, only it does very little to comfort him. It really only serves to put Law FURTHER on edge.

"You are worried," Mihawk points out, voice low and soft and dark. Just the right timber to usually leave Law lying against his chest, eyes closed and near purring, utterly content to curl up next to him. "That people will see."

Now, Law is just left feeling.... Itchy. The need to move away, to get himself some room, is so strong he ends up shoving his hands into his back pockets. Just to keep them still.

This isn't like Mihawk at all, to be so... Public. Law can't help but feel something is wrong. Or, if not wrong, he still doesn't like it. This sudden overreach of established boundaries. They were never like this, not where anyone could see. "You're not on the clock, are you?" Mihawk asks, and then - this is fucking madness - the he KISSESS the top of Law's head! As if that is something they do! As if this is something they are.

What is he thinking!?

"Dracule-sensei...." Law very purposefully pulls out his title, eyes slowly scanning the room as if he expects people to have their e-mushi's out, snapping photos of this natural disaster in progress. "Do you really think this is the right."

"Law." And this time, Law really does freeze up, though luckily they're close enough to the kendo theater that most of the crowd has stopped trouting forward and has instead started loitering about, waiting.

Mihawk NEVER uses his first name, not even in bed. Why-What is he doing, exactly? And why wouldn't he warn Law about this part of the plan? When he turns to glare up at Mihawk, pissed that he's being used in all this, the man stares back with nothing but tenderness. No plotting, no analyzing, just soft emotions, and all of them for Law.

What is going on? Why is he doing this? Law doesn't understand what is happening. Why is he trying to ruin this amazing thing between them?

"We're in public," Law whispers, as if maybe Mihawk simply hadn't recognized the large crowd around them. "People are going to see, they're going to know..."

"Good," Mihawk whispers back, voice dropping that octave lower, into that range that usually makes Law want to melt, but now he just wants to run. The arm around his waist makes that difficult, though, even more so when Mihawk brings Law in closer, until he's almost pressed up against him.

He's SURE from the whispering that a good number of people have more than noticed now. And yet Mihawk just reaches down, taking Law's chin in hand. He knows that look, that darkness in his eyes, that gentleness that overtakes his expression - fuck, he's going to try and kiss him. Law needs to shove him away, he needs to run, scream and cause a scene. Just get out of there. Now.

The murmuring picks up across the crowd, and like a miracle, Mihawk's more serious, work appropriate face reappears. He lets go of Law, though holds his chin long enough to kiss him on the nose before entirely letting go. "I best go show Roronoa to the door, or he will never find his way."

Law slouches down, body relaxing as pure relief floods his system. Clearly, whatever madness had momentarily overtaken him, Mihawk has returned to his senses. The proof is in how bad that excuse is, and yet he takes it to give them both some much needed room from one another.

"Yes, please. I'm as curious as everyone to meet the boy," Law says, encouraging Mihawk to go, give them both some room. He isn't sure what almost happened there, but the relief he feels that it DIDN'T is strong enough he feels nearly giddy with it's effects.

#warning: too much world building ahead #like #more information on this imaginary Kendo League than anyone needed #why did I include all that?#arg I hate myself for including it #but it's there now #one piece #roronoa zoro #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar law #zolaw #law x zoro #dracule mihawk #MiZo #mihawk x law #so all my usual swordsmen pairings #there was some Mihawk x Zoro but it didnt quite make it in but trust me #Mihawk is lusting after the boy #of course he is have you seen him!?#Yoga Law #Because he's so bendy during Sabaody!#Kendo Zoro #Because Zoro what are you kidding me why do you even have questions about this?#OBVIOUSLY Kendo Zoro #modern Au #but modern in the sense I just modernized the one piece world #so they still have different blues #they use e-mushis like cell phones #that kind of modern #one piece au

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yesimwriting · 4 years ago

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hi, i love all your work! could i please request headcanons for what it'd be like to go from being enemies to lovers with nikolai lantsov.

thank you:)

A/N maybe i moved this up on my request lists bc i woke up today and went 'nikolai lantsov'

- i'm being a little liberal with cannon bc my mind first went to 'princess! reader who hates nikolai bc they're competitive and then they have to team up together to try to get their parents to break up their arranged marriage but fall in love in the process (this might be a little undetailed but i'm thinking of writing a full fic or mini-series with this plotline so let me know if you'd be interested!! i could see a smutty ending to that fic but idk,, lmk what you thing ig lol)

- Ok so first off enemies to lovers with the loml nikolai lantsov would be SO GOOD bc he's so dramatic and obviously attractive so even though you hate him you know he's hot,, there's never a dramatic realization that he's attractive bc it's just a fact

- butttt you'd rather give up any claim you have to your family's throne than feed his already gigantic ego

- okk but lets get to the beginning of your enemies to lovers relationship

- so basically every summer your parents go and stay with Nikolai's family at this super fancy vacation home bc your parents are both royalty and your kingdoms have a very healthy relationship

- just bc it's the summer season doesn't mean it's summer vacation,, so as children for about a month you two share a tutor,, and when i tell you that created a rivalry so fast i mean it

- you're not the eldest princess and you're always trying to be the best for your parents approval, nikolai just wanted to impress the really smart girl who had a pretty laugh (poor nikolai lol,, he had no way of knowing how important being the best in school no matter what was to your self esteem)

- maybe if you two could communicate you’d like each other a little better at this point but it starts when you’re pretty young and by the time you’re like 13 it’s a solidified dynamic (and 13 year olds are the MEANEST and most insecure people in the world so that’s when your relationship turns to full enemies)

- now that you’re 13 you have more princess-y requirements, especially over the summer. So when you see that Nikolai gets to practice with swords and gets more free time while you have to practice setting tables you hate him more than ever.

- Nikolai senses that you’re extra hostile but he has no idea why,, he tries asking once but he makes a joke about how ‘maybe you’re jealous bc youre no longer the center of my attention’ and even though he’s just trying to ease the tension you feel like he’s making fun of you

- so that’s when things get aggressive, but at that point summer is almost over so it’s whatever

- next summer comes and you’re still SO MAD at him,, so when you get to the estate you’re like ‘i’m not even talking to him idc how quiet these next three months are’

- and you get there all determined to hate him,, but once you get there and see him something in you cracks bc he had the audacity to spend the last year going through puberty AND LIKE HE’S ALWAYS BEEN CUTE BUT THIS IS SOMETHING ELSE

- so youre mentally panicking bc how do you even talk to someone that looks like that now???? but then you remember that you didnt even want to talk him so in a panic youre like ‘maybe i can avoid him and he’ll just assume it’s bc i hate him bc i do,, who cares if he’s unbelievably hot now’

- nikolai doesn’t assume anything, he just gets to the estate and is like ‘why hasn’t she insulted me yet?? is she suddenly too good to give me attention?’ so during the lessons that you still share he gets an idea

- he decides to one-up you in everything bc that’s always gotten a reaction out of you

- it works,, every time he corrects you or steals an answer from you, you’re ready to snap but then you look at him and take in his stupidly perfect face and you just shut up

- nikolai thinks it’s not working so he just tries harder

- by the end of week one you can’t take it anymore so when the tutor leaves at the end of lessons you snap, you tell him off for how often he’d repeat what you said and change a few words and get all the praise from the tutor

- on the inside he’s like ‘took long enough’ but the more you rant he’s like ‘is she okay???’ he’d be more concerned if you weren’t threatening his pride and at this point he’s still annoyed bc if you were that annoyed you should have just talked to him instead of ignoring him for a week

- he’s thinking that just bc you got really pretty over the last year doesn’t make you too good to yell at him on the daily

- the worst thing anyone can do to nikolai is ignore him LMAO (lowkey relatable)

- so he starts arguing with you and you’re so upset that you forget about how aggressively attractive he is

- and you two are alone in this room and the more you argue the closer you two get

- the climax of the argument is when neither of you are yelling, you’re just so mad you’re beyond raising your voice and once you’re both at that point it goes like this:

“Nikolai Lantsov, you are the most insufferable person I’ve ever met”

“Well then, Darling, you should look in a mirror.”

“You are so entitled, so ridiculously self obsessed that it ruins your attractiveness.”

“...” he literally just like blinks twice. “You think I’m attractive?”

“Uh? No--i didn’t say that at all, maybe if you didn’t have the language comprehension of a child you’d understa--” he just reaches forward, grabs the collar of your dress, and kisses you.

- it’s your first kiss so you have no idea what you’re doing and it’s with some one you CANT STAND and you’re so mad bc you had expectations for your first kiss and he’s taken that from you--but the thing is,,

- he’s good at it. Like really good at it. Like so good it makes you curious about what he does the nine months of the year he’s not stuck here with you bc there’s no way he hasn’t had practice.

- but you’re also extremely confused and nervous and aware of how stupid you’re being (and a little hormonal bc being 14 isn’t easy) and then he places his hand on your cheek and that snaps some sense of reality into you bc it’s one thing to enjoy the kiss but another thing entirely to want him to escalate it

- so you place one hand on his chest and push him off of you slightly. He takes the hint, pulls away enough to look at you and then you two just stare at each other

- your hand is still on his chest and you have absolutely no idea what comes next, but you find yourself looking at his lips

- since you haven’t slapped him or pulled away more than a few inches he thinks maybe things are okay so he leans forward slightly and kisses you again.

- you reciprocate a little too fast, the kiss lasts two seconds before thinking about how insane you’re being so you push away entirely.

- He lets you go,, and in the most awkward display ever you’re like ‘uh I need to go,, i can’t be late to ball preparation lessons’ and you leave that room faster than you’ve ever left a room in your entire life.

- the next day you consider pretending to be sick to avoid him but that would only give him more power over the situation so you go,, and he’s just sitting there calmly

- youre on edge the entire day but he never even jokes about it

- a part of you is a tiny bit annoyed bc who kisses you and then pretends it never happened? but overall, you’re relieved

- the days pass and it never comes up but now whenever you two argue you think of how quickly kissing him both shut him up and got rid of your tension

- the summer goes by quickly, your usual dynamic has returned and you wonder if he even remembers kissing you. twice. in a row.

- the next couple of years are normal,, even when you two no longer take lessons together you still dont like him. He’s just so assured and he takes such joy in bothering you.

- and then one summer your parents sit you down and they’re like ‘we need to plan the future alliance of our kingdom’

- you’re a little confused bc you’re rarely allowed to sit in on these things bc you’re a girl and you’re basically meant to just be a royal’s bride--and then you realize why you’re there.

- you start protesting before your father can finish announcing your engagement

- the parents were smart bc they announced it at the end of summer so you two couldn’t drive them crazy or conspire

- the first thing you do when you get back to your castle is write to him for the first time ever

- your letter is basically ‘pls tell me you’re doing something’

- the two of you talk until you come up with the plan to get your parents to break up your engagement

- your parents dont really care about your feelings and they expect the two of you to argue with them,, but they care about the kingdoms

- so you two decide that if you act like youre so in love that you let your duties slip the engagement will end,, especially if you two are in love in a toxic way

- so the next summer you two make sure to flirt and act like youre totally obsessed with each other and skip lessons together and just are constantly together and acting like you’re on a honeymoon

- your parents are like ?? since when

- at one point you flirt with a random guard just so Nikolai can have a ‘jealous outburst’ while your families are strolling through the garden

- ngl jealous nikolai had you ready to RISK IT ALL,, you were ready to drop the plan and marry him on the spot

- he notices bc he notices everything about you and when your family walks away he gives you a quick kiss and youre stunned,, much to his delight

- your desire to break up your engagement takes a slight backseat in your mind bc you decide to set off on a secret goal to make him flustered

- it doesn’t take much, your dresses get a little more risky, your comments get a little more suggestive

- the only problem?? he seems to have his own personal goal and it’s to make you even more flustered than he is

- soon the two of you are lost in layers of pretend and competition

- when your parents are finally thinking about delaying the engagement and keeping you two away from each other until you calm down a little (i feel bad for them,, an entire summer of being surrounded by the ULTIMATE sexual tension)

- you’re sad and you don’t know why bc this is what you wanted, but then Nikolai stands up and says that you two planned for this and he has the letters to prove it (he was ready to drop the receipts LMAO) and youre like ??what are you doing?

- and he says he’d rather marry you then never see you again bc now all he wants is to get know you bc he has no idea how he wasted so much time arguing with you

- and you just meltttt but your in front of your entire family and his as well so you just sit there for a minute and then you tell him you feel the same way

- but the summer’s over

- you kiss him before leaving and he says you’ll have to visit bc he can’t go an entire year without seeing your ‘pretty face’

- you promise to visit him soon

- your at home for exactly a day and a half before getting an invitation to visit him

- you laugh bc the only way that letter could get to you that fast is if he mailed it before you even left

- you say yes obviously,, and spend some time having a really cute fall-dating vibes together until you figure out how you really feel

- and you feel like he makes your heart STOP and that��s why you hated him,, bc you didn’t like being vulnerable

#grisha #grishaverse #grishaverse x reader #shadow and bone #shadow and bone fic #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone netflix #shadow and bone imagine #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov x you #nikolai lantsov imagine #fic #headcanon #enemies to lovers

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bl--ankhaeji · 4 years ago

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Aphrodisiac

Pairing ~ Witch!WinWin x Witch!Reader

Genre ~ smut,,enemies to lovers,,secret magic schoolau ig

Warning ~ oral both male and fem receiving,,creampie,,multiple orgasms,,drugging?(not really but..really),,overstim,,brief mention of death,,I think that’s it

A/N ~ This is something I made for Halloween. Yes I know it has passed but idc 😂. This is my longest fic so far and I’m kinda excited for you guys to read it. I also want to thank my beta readers/editors for this @kjmsupremacist @bumblebeenct @starlit-jeno @earth-to-that-asian You guys were such a big help and I’m glad to have you all as my moots as well.

W. Count ~ 7.1k

The sound of the bell rang throughout the school signaling the end of your second to last class. The metallic slam of locker doors and murmurs of hundreds of students filled the hallways as you made your way towards the gym. A tired sigh leaves your lips as you maneuver through students; you don’t have time to say hi to your friends that call your name over the chatter in the halls, hoping the leisurely wave you throw towards them suffices you make your way past them. The heavy doors of the gymnasium weigh on your arms as you push them out of the way, heading towards the back of the school. Which to others may just look like some woods, but you know that everything is not always as it appears to be.

Before long a worn down cobblestone road came into view and even though you could barely tell the haphazardly placed rocks were a trail, you knew just how to get to where you were going without the help of the rocks. Pretty soon the road started to clear up to the point that one could walk it easily without the risk of twisting an ankle. The slight sound of running water you had heard for the past 15 minutes got significantly louder, signaling that the waterfall you had consistently visited plenty of times was close, which also let you know that your destination was near.

You could practically see the ever glowing lights of the cottage where you got better at your craft lighting up the dark forest. The upwards bridge of the cottage now in view, you started to mumble a soft yet powerful spell under your breath. Upon reaching the closed wooden gate you look up, eyes winding the covered bridge until you see the seemingly lifeless cottage covered in a blanket of vines. Still in the midst of conjuring you raise your right hand, the sound of your magic crackling in the silence as a white orb forms from the center of your palm. With the spell heavy on your lips, you hold the decently sized orb to the vines and as the light touches them they slowly start to unwrap themselves from around the gate.

Placing the orb on top of the vines, you watch as it flows up the path with you directly behind it still casting the spell. Finally stepping up to the porch, you watch as your orb floats to the very top of the elevated cottage touching the vines up there so that all of them will clear. You can feel the change in the air as you step through the doors of the now brightly lit cottage and a smile takes over your face.

The door slams shut behind you, causing your smile to fall, and instantly you’re on high alert. A million and one spells sweep throughout your mind that you could possibly use to fend off whoever the intruder is, “Ahh the old Disentanglement Orb, quite a beautifully difficult spell if I do say so myself. Always gets the job done. Only set back though is how much energy and time it takes to execute,” Looking towards the voice, you turn to face your foe; upon seeing the body situated in the chair you immediately relax, letting out a tired sigh. “But you always were, and I quote, ‘An exemplary student with a thirst for betterment!’”

“Fuck you Sicheng. Oh, and you really should get out of Ms.Torrent’s chair before she comes to class. She was already wondering where you’ve been the past couple of weeks,” you say, rolling your eyes. The sound of your steps against the wood echo through the room as you make your way to one of the two desks situated in the room. You start getting your things out of your bag preparing for class when you hear an ouch come from where the boy sat.

Walking to his seat with his hands in his pockets free of items he sits in his seat facing you, “You wound me, sweets. I was just teasing, you know you should really think about surgery,” he says with his head sat atop his hand. You give him a confused look. What kind of surgery is he talking about? “You should really think about getting surgery to remove the stick from your ass, you seem a little uptight lately.”

The anger you feel starts as a low simmer; not much, but still there. Looking up from where you stand above your desk, you make eye contact with the seated male. “What did you just say to me?”

“You heard me,” he says.

“You know what Sicheng what the fuck is your problem with me, huh?” You can already feel your magic starting to stir in the pit of your stomach. You were never the best at controlling your anger.

A snicker falls from his lips as he stands up. “Oh my problem? How could I have a problem with Miss Prodigy over here, little goody five shoes? No one ever sees her without her head in a book, or better yet up some teacher’s ass.”

“Shut the fuck up right now. You don’t know me or anything about me.” Flashes of your dead father's body laid in front of you circulated through your mind. Ever since that day, you had to fend for yourself and your mother, who was human. That also meant that you were left to learn magic all on your own, since your mother couldn’t help you at all and the only witch in your family, your father, was no longer around to teach you himself.

“Since we’re throwing shots at least I worked for everything I have. I strived to perfect the witch in me, unlike spoiled daddy’s boy over here who’s had everything on a silver platter since birth. The best tutors, conjurers, postionists, the best everything. And even if you weren’t as good at magic as you are, you would still be in the position you are because of daddy’s money.” You were absolutely heated at this point; any more and your magic would start firing off by itself.

Sicheng looked as if he was ready to take your head off, and he actually could with a simple spell but that’s besides the point. A navy blue aura, the color of his magic, encased his body. Oozing power that was advanced for someone of his age. But he wasn’t the only one who had honed their skills way past where they should be.

You couldn’t see it yourself, but you knew you were also sheathed in the white aura of your own magic. The air in the room grew rampant with the amount of angry power circulating through it. The bottles of potions and herbs on shelves started to rattle as if there were an earthquake. The few plants Ms.Torrent had around the classroom started to droop considerably because of the negative energy. Out of the corner of your eye you could see things starting to float in the air.

It was as if you had split the classroom down the middle, and by now you assumed your magic had grown large enough as to place a cast over your side of the classroom. The objects floating on your side faced toward the boy and his alike. You and Sicheng were about to tear this classroom to shreds. You both were so focused on each other that you didn’t even notice the door to Ms.Torrent’s upstairs office open.

“Hey, do you guys know why the ambiance in this place just got so dark all of a- HEY! What the fuck are you guys doing in my classroom?” With a furious wave of her hand everything stopped. The rattling ceased and the army of objects you and Sicheng both had were quickly overtaken by gravity. The sound of them hitting the floor was the only thing to be heard besides Ms. Torrent’s angry breathing. “I leave you two alone for a few minutes before class starts and I walk in to find the two of you at each other's throats. I thought I told you guys what my rules for entering this classroom were the first day you walked in here as the witch novices you were and still are,” she said with a deadly calm voice, the look in her eyes anything but.

It was the first time she ever called you guys anything other than her usual surgery terms of endearment. “And you both broke not one but two of the only rules I gave you. I thought for almost fully grown witches, you would be able to at least understand and abide by those, but I guess I overestimated you both. Now since you both seem to have forgotten, I’ll ask this once and once only. What are my rules for entering this room?”

Simultaneously you and Sicheng start to repeat the rules she told you both on the first day you walked into the room. You remember that day like it was yesterday. You had finally made it, after years of stealing spell books from the hidden parts of the libraries you worked at, rereading every single book left in your father’s study over and over and over again, and practicing spells on your own everyday until you finally were able to get a real teacher. So of course you remember the first and only solid rules she gave you when you walked through the door.

“I’ll only tell you guys these rules once, break them and you’re out.” Your new teacher said with a straight face. “First, the only time your magic is to be used in this room is when I give permission for you to use it. Other than that you are not allowed to use it. Seeing as how I am supposed to teach you magic you’ll virtually always be able to use it. Second, you shall under no circumstances unless permitted sparing use your magic to harm or mess with your classmate in any way. That includes helping them by lending magic, because if you do that you’ll only hinder their growth which hurts them.” After she said those words a huge smile grew on her face as she greeted you both warmly, a stark contrast to her face now as she glared into your souls as you recited the two rules she put in place.

“I know I said you would be out if you ever broke either of those rules, but seeing as how you two are some of my favorite students I’ve ever had, despite your constant bickering with one another, you both are seniors this year I won’t kick you out. It is also your first offence, so I won’t punish you both too harshly.” She finally moves from in front of you both to behind her desk at the whiteboard. “Now that all of that is settled let's start class shall we?”

“DUCK!” Ms.Torrent yells as the cauldron in front of her starts to bubble ferociously. You and Sicheng immediately get under your respective lab tables eyes still towards the front preparing for the worst. Pretty soon the fushia colored liquid inside explodes the miniature mushroom cloud filtering out into the caricature of a duck. Ms. Torrent’s laughs fill the room at her joke and you can’t help but to let out some giggles as the duck slowly deforms when the smoke starts to disperse in the air.

“Oh shoot, it’s almost time for class to be over. You both should be getting ready to head back now, but before you go don’t think I forgot about your punishment. I was going to do this myself when I got back from my trip in two weeks-I already told you both about it-but now I don’t have to. Tomorrow you both will come here and do my inventory, clean up, and herb scavenging for me. I will write down everything you need to know, so have a good day and I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” She says it with a blinding smile, as if she didn’t just ruin your weekend and your only off day.

“Well hello my two beautiful apprentices. May I ask how your days have been before you guys get started?” With a head full of wild curls covered by a cliche witch hat Ms.Torrent enters the room with a satchel that clinks with every step she makes. A grunt leaves your mouth at the question, too tired to formulate an actual response. You were honestly surprised you were able to make it on time. You didn’t care to dress according to your usual school attire, instead opting out for gym shorts and a loose crop sweatshirt.

You look over at Sicheng sitting quietly in his chair on the other side of the room for the first time today and see he also exchanged his usual leather jacket and jeans for a tight t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Honestly, if you didn’t hate this man with every fiber of your being, you would say he looks rather delectable right now. His t-shirt basically melded with his body and his sweatpants left nothing to the imagination when you looked at his strong thighs highlighting almost all of the muscles you knew he had, seeing as how he was captain of the soccer team in regular school. If you looked hard enough you could almost see a dick prin-.

“Oh my, look at the time! I have to head out soon. Okay, so for one, you guys just have to clean up the place; you know, sweep, dust a little, and mop if you’re feeling crazy. Meanwhile for the inventory, I have made a list of the things I should have and exactly how much as of right now and I also made a list for the scavenging. I listed everything I need and exactly how much I need,” she says handing the paper to you.

Taking a look at all the things she needs, you notice she doesn’t tell you where to get the stuff she needs. You stop her just before she walks out of the door. “Oh that, well I wouldn’t be your teacher if I didn’t help you get better at magic, and to do so I did not list where each plant could be found nor did I list the safest way to obtain them. That my dear little flounders is for you to figure out, I trust you won’t kill yourselves.” She winks as she shouts her departure before you hear a crackle in the sky and see lightning the color of the most vivid orange you had ever seen appear and disappear in the blink of an eye with Ms.Torrent.

Looking over at Sicheng, you see his phone in his hand and realize he was more than likely too occupied with it playing games to realize what Ms.Torrent just said. “Hey come on, let’s get this over with. I want to go home and sleep as soon as possible,” you say to him, standing up, the sound of your chair squeaking against the floor before you walk over, grabbing the broom and duster out of the supply closet.

Looking him in the eye, you toss him the broom and sit the duster on the teacher’s desk as you clean the whiteboard. You hear him stand up, and the sound of the broom sweeping against the floor echoes through the room. There’s a nice silence hanging in the air and neither of you dare to break it. Finishing up the whiteboard, you move to start dusting. Not looking where you’re going, you collide with a sturdy yet soft surface. A smell, a sort of calming masculine scent with a hint of spice and detergent hit your nose, and you looked up to see Sicheng staring back at you, eyes blazing, and as you inhaled more of the intoxicating scent you thought in your mind that it actually really fit him.

“Watch where you’re going next time,” he says in a stiff voice whilst his hands go to your shoulders, moving you out of his way so that he can start on the inventory upstairs while he waits on you to finish dusting. You nod your head instinctively, not really processing what just happened. You decide to clean the surface of Ms.Torrent’s plants since you read somewhere that doing that helps with growth. Once you finish you start absentmindedly dusting anything you see, trying to think about something else. You’re almost done dusting seeing as how there wasn’t much dust on the bottom floor, you’ve already found yourself on the top floor when you make it to the shelves. Starting from the bottom, you dust the parts as Sicheng sweeps up near where you just got done dusting.

You run into a problem when you can no longer reach the rest of the shelves to dust them because they’re too high up. Standing on your tiptoes, you feel your shorts ride up as you try your hardest to reach until you realize it's no use. You start casting a spell to clean the top when you feel a presence behind you and all of a sudden the heady smell invades your nostrils again, and you feel heat radiating from the body situated behind you.

“Let me help.” Sicheng’s strong voice reverberates through the quiet air and you can feel the vibrations from his chest on your back as one of his hands lands on your waist while the other takes the duster from your hands. You can feel the heat from his hand on your waist and for some reason it stirs something inside of you. His strong body is pinned against yours and you can feel just about every ridged curve on the surface of his skin. You’re so close together that you know your ass is lightly pressed against his crotch.

The urge to grind against his covered dick is tempting and suddenly you come to your senses as you wonder what the hell you’re thinking. You quickly spin around in his arms to face him, placing your hands on his chest and your movement causes Sicheng to look down at you. “Uhh I-I’ll g-go get the herbs. Bye,” you ramble out as you shove him firmly to the side so that you could move from under him. You grab your rucksack and the list that she left and run down the stairs and out of the door.

Walking in the woods got to be tiring so now you’re just floating swiftly but calmly, passing trees on the way. You’re a little ways from having all of the herbs on the list, only needing one more to finish. You had been scavenging for magic herbs and plants before, so you knew what type of places to look for most of the ones listed. You don’t really know what she meant by ‘the safest way to obtain them; so far you haven’t come across any troubles that could be a potential threat to your life.

Looking at the time, you see it’s about midday. If you moved a little faster, hopefully you could be done before 3. Looking in a book of herbs, you see the name of the last one herb you have to get: the Spiky Skunkweed. It says that the skunkweed is known for its pungent rotting flesh odor. Some say it smells just like a dead skunk that emits up to a 5 mile radius. The only way one can even think of going near and hoping to obtain it is to stop the smell. “Five mile radius, huh?” you say out loud, sniffing the air to see if you smell anything similar to what you read. With no noticeable unpleasant odor, you determine that you don’t have the time to float around until you smell it.

You open your grimoire and see if there’s a spell to enhance your sense of smell. “Found it.” Outburst of Senses, it increases your senses ten fold. Reading over the incantation method, you take the sacred oil and apply it to your nose preparing to voice the spell. You start chanting unrecognizable words to any who would hear as the oil on your nose starts to tingle. Casting consistently, you feel your sense of smell getting better; you’re now able to smell even the tiniest amount of dew sat upon the plants beneath your feet. The tingle on your nose has now resolved to an itchy burn and you look down, seeing that the spell is almost over. The last words of the incantation sit softly upon your lips as the burn on your nose dies down.

Now with your magnified sense of smell, you’re able to quickly smell the Spiky Skunkweed almost as if it were right beside you. Speeding up your floating, you head in the direction of the scent. Even though the overpowering stench of the plant clouds your senses, you’re still able to enjoy the other bountiful amount of smells. Smells you had never smelt in your life hit your nostrils each giving different impressions. You could smell the twangy bitterness of Twin Winberries on a bush that was miles away from you so vividly you could almost taste it. The scent of the sickly sweet sap trapped inside of every other tree you passed was so strong that it almost made your stomach hurt just from thinking of eating it.

The scent of the Skunkweed was getting stronger and your intensified smell was starting to work against you. The rancid odor of dead skunk slowly overtook everything until that was all you could smell. You felt like puking and turning back with how terrible it was, and pretty soon your eyes started to water as you got even closer; anymore and you would start gagging. Flipping the pages of the grimoire, you read how to get rid of the spell early. Exorcism of Senses, you had to take a purified cloth and rub the oil off of the applied area.

Good thing you always carry a travel pack of purified cloth with you. Rubbing the oil off of your nose you felt a split second of relief from the putrid smell until it all came rushing back. You thought you had done something wrong until you realized that you were within the five mile radius and you could tell from how strong the smell still was despite not being as bad you figured you were getting close. Good thing you knew just which spell you were gonna use to get this smell away so you could get this herb. The words of an incantation quickly left your lips as you cast this spell as fast as possible because the scent was starting to make you get light headed and that caused your concentration to fade.

A ring of pure white light appeared in your gathered hands keeping them in front of you as you walked. You managed to absorb the stench and clear a path for you to make your way to the plant. The fumes started to noticeably float in the air with you as you soon were able to see the plant you had to obtain. Ms. Torrent wants three stems and luckily that is exactly how many that grow in the spot. Using the ring to absorb the scent allowed you to be able to take your clippers and snip off three decently sized stems and place them in a glass bottle. Speeding back the way you came you come to a stop when you feel like you shouldn’t be able to smell the Skunkweed anymore.

And when you realize it’s gone, you instantly fall to the ground, not caring about your knees and hands screaming from the impact, taking in the deepest breath you’ve ever had in your life. Your nose feels as if it’s about to fall off with how much it’s been through in such a short amount of time. Many deep breaths later you find yourself slumped against a tree attempting to stop the dizziness so that you can function. Your eyesight slowly clears up and you start to mumble a very familiar spell, one that you use at least once a day, Hex of Greater Healing. It’s a good thing you practice spells everyday and have a large stamina or else you’d be fucked.

As the white aura surrounds your body you feel your nose start to hurt less as the spell speeds up the healing process. The scratches on your knees and hands also close themselves as you begin to feel less like shit. You’ve finally collected all of the herbs, you assume this is what Ms. Torrent meant by not killing ourselves. Well you’ve barely escaped that so you should head back now. With a snap of your fingers you start levitating again moderately heading back to the cottage.

Wiping your mouth you rid the area of any excess berry juice. On the way back you decided to get a few bushels of Twin Winberries whilst also stopping by the waterfall to have a drink after the berries. You look at the time and see that only an hour and a half has passed since the last time you checked. You’re still good to leave early as long as Sicheng did his part while you were gone. Making your way to the wooden gate of the cottage you start to walk up the bridge your rucksack alerts whatever is by of your every step. Without thinking you slam the door rather loudly and right after you hear a glass shatter followed by an aggressive ‘Shit!’

“Aye yo Sicheng, are you okay up there? I’m back from scavenging. Did you finish dusting and sweeping? I wanna do this inventory and get outta here,” you say as you start to unload your bag. Sicheng’s loud footsteps echo as he basically races down the steps.

“Why the fuck did you slam the door?!” Not expecting his sudden outburst you turn your head toward him with a partial stank face at his attitude.

“The fuck crawled up your ass and died while I was gone?”

“You just made me drop a potion I was checking for inventory in Ms. Torrents office because you for some reason decided to bust in here like you’re the council or some shit.”

“Damn, my bad it was an accident; you don’t have to be such a dick about it,” you say, raising your hands before getting in a defensive stance. “Not like I could expect anything else from you though, seeing as how you’re always a dick.”

“Oh so now you’re turning this around on me.” A dry laugh comes out of his mouth as he looks at you incredulously. “Of course little miss perfect can do no wrong, huh?”

You and Sicheng were so occupied with your argument that you had forgotten all about the spilled potion upstairs. That is until it hit you.

Standing face to face with Sicheng your body began to feel..different. The more you breathed in, the more you felt it. In the pit of your stomach a hunger unlike something you’ve ever felt before starts to formulate. You thought it was only you feeling different until Sicheng slowly leaned closer towards your face, causing you to lean back a little once you realized just how close he was. You started to feel his warm breath splay across your face heating it more than it already was. “W-What is going on? Do you feel a little different too?” You breathe out on a barely audible whisper.

You know he heard you when he nodded yes, seemingly just as confused as you were “What exactly was the potion you wasted in Ms. Torrent’s room?” You ask the tall male trying to see what had you feeling so...aroused? The uncomfortable heat you felt between your legs had you attempting to rub them together discreetly.

But that doesn’t go unnoticed Sicheng’s keen eyes pick up on your subtle movement. A few beats of silence go by, “I-I don’t know and frankly right now I don’t believe I care.” he finally says as his hands land on your waist.

“Sicheng-”

“Don’t..Don’t say my name right now unless you want something bad to happen.” He says shutting his eyes tightly as if he were trying to keep himself from doing something he might regret.

“Sicheng.” You bring your hand up to his cheek, slowly caressing it with your thumb, causing his eyes to flutter open. If someone had told you that you would be doing this an hour ago, you would’ve turned them into a frog and flew away cackling into the moon, but as his warm brownish black eyes stared intensely and honestly into yours, causing you to get even more flustered than you already were especially when you started to feel a wetness come about in your underwear, you knew you would be a fool if you didn’t take this shot. Of course, you could feel the tension between you and said male that always lingered, but you knew that you nor him would ever act on it without a shove from an outside force.

“Look at me.” He says making sure he has your full attention. “I’m gonna give you three seconds to stop me but once those are up, you’re mine.” His hand goes up to cup your chin gently as he starts to count.

“C’mere.” His hands on your waist pull you to him as his mouth lands on yours. Your lips overlap, teeth clashing as all the pent up emotion is now flowing out in waves, coupled with the added intensity of what you’re beginning to assume is a very strong aphrodisiac; you guys just might rip each other apart.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he says, breaking your embrace. His hands move to your thighs, tapping to signal you to jump. Your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you to his lab table. Sitting you down, he starts to kiss you again softer yet somehow still with the same animalistic passion. His tongue slips into your mouth, caressing your tongue in the process. Wet smacks of your lips can be heard all throughout the room and the silky wetness of his tongue on yours has you releasing a hot breath.

You pull a groan from his mouth as you start to grind against his stiff erection. It's almost as if it’s about to rip through his pants just to get inside you. Your hips gyrate as best as possible against him, coaxing him to join. He removes his lips from yours to kiss down your neck, slightly nipping as he goes. A moan falls from your lips as he kisses your neck, finding your sweet spot and causing the heat in your lower abdomen to increase.

Your hand travels to the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and off of him before you meld your lips together again. Finding their way lower, your hands start to massage his dick and a soft groan leaves his lips. “Suck my dick for me, baby.” And he doesn’t have to tell you twice before you’re already on your knees, pulling his pants down. “I don’t think you know many times I’ve wanted to shut this pretty mouth of yours up with my cock,” he says as his member slips out of his underwear, smacking against his abdomen.

Giving it a few pumps, you immediately put him inside your mouth and get to work. The heat from his dick is so intense you think your tongue will burn as it slips past your lips. You circle your tongue around the head of his cock, flicking the hole on purpose when you feel his hand land on your head. “Can I fuck your mouth, princess?” Looking up at him, you moan at the mere thought of him fucking your mouth as if it was your wet cunt.

You nod your head to signal yes so quick you fear you may get whiplash as your hand works its way down into your underwear. You start to rub your clit slowly, working yourself up. You’re so wet you swear you would drip on the floor if your bottom was bare. Sicheng’s hands come to your head, grabbing it firmly before he starts to thrust into your mouth, your spit flying everywhere. The sounds you make as his dick hits the back of your throat are all you can hear.

One of your hands comes up to grip his muscular thigh, fingers digging into the skin in order to steady yourself from his thrusts. “Ohhh fuckkkk, this is good,” he moans, throwing his head back. “Don’t look at me like that, baby, or I’m gonna cum,” he says when he sees that you’re still staring at him. His thrusts stop right before he is about to cum. Refusing to let him stop like that, you take matters into your own hands. Letting go of his thigh, you grab his dick and start to swirl your tongue around his head, flicking under while constricting your cheeks. “Shit, baby stop. I-It’s too much, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that--” He barely gets to finish his sentence before his cum spurts into your mouth. His moans that fill the air and the uncontrollable jerk of his hips cause you to whine under him as you swallow his cum.

“Damn kitten, I thought I told you to stop. I would punish you but you look too delectable right now,” He says, lifting you up from the ground and putting you on the table. In the process of pulling your pants down he hears your voice. “What was that baby?”

Usually you would have some sort of qualm about asking this but as you steadily intake more and more of the fragrant aphrodisiac all of your inhibitions get thrown out of the window as you practically beg, “Please let me ride your face.”

You see him stop for a second before a slight blush spreads on his cheeks to his ears. Just the thought of you quivering in ecstasy on his face, getting yourself off, has him almost ready to cum again. Trading places with you, he puts his body on the table, getting comfortable despite his legs hanging off. He looks at you expectantly as he awaits you to sit atop your throne. You finish stripping yourself of your pants and your shirt and bra while you’re at it and move to get on his face.

With a thigh on each side of his head, you lower yourself onto his face and the reaction is almost instant. One of Sicheng’s hands comes up to grab on your ass and while the other invades your juicy cunt and his tongue lands on your clit. The combined power of his wet muscle and fingers has you seeing stars. His fingers thrust into you, scissoring as he delves deeper inside. His tongue laps up the running juices that fall from your dripping hole as he preps you for his thick cock.

Your hands shoot to his hair in an instant once he finds your g-spot, body convulsing from the stimulation. “You like that, babygirl?” he asks as his lips wrap around your clit, lightly sucking on the small bud before barely grazing his teeth against it. Your brain is so foggy you don’t even notice how he adds a third finger inside of you, thrusting rapidly as he flexes his wrist. The rough pads of his fingers rub against your g-spot over and over, causing your body to curl in on itself as you grip the hair on his scalp. You feel the climax strike before you know it, whimpers falling from your mouth and you’re just barely able to stay seated upright from the internal attack.

Your body feels like jello as you try to remove yourself from Sicheng’s face before you suffocate him. “You taste so good kitten, that just about made me want to lick you dry,” he says, wiping the excess juices from his mouth.

A slow smile reaches across your features as you stand up, planting your hands on the table as you bend over, shaking your ass a little as you do. “Fuck me, please,” you ask, staring boldly into Sicheng’s eyes. And it was as if something shifted in the air because before you could ask again he was already behind you, inserting himself.

It was like finally getting rid of an itch neither of you could reach. Moans and claps filled the room as he thrusts into you like an animal. The smack of his hips against yours feels extravagant. Your tits bounce as if they have a mind of their own. His balls hit your clit adding even more fuel to the fire. If you didn’t know any better you would think you both were in heat with the way he was ramming his cock into your tight snatch.

“Fuck you’re so tight it’s like a soft vice is gripping my dick- Shit.” You never would’ve thought he could fuck you like this. Maybe it’s the added effect of the Aphrodisiac but you didn’t care either way. Even though deep down you wanted this to be real with everything in you you knew it wasn’t. His hands cup your tits as he lifts your top, half forcing you to stand back-to-chest. His lips land softly on your shoulder as his dick destroys you. The coil in your stomach strings ever-so-tight. The sudden way he bites your shoulder has you clenching onto him and you think that’s the last straw.

“Fuckkkk I’m gonna cum. Do that shit again, baby.” And you wholeheartedly agree with his statement. As you clench again you feel the band in your stomach snap and you’re met with a climax that almost surpasses the one earlier. His cum pours into you and you swear you’re on cloud 9. “Damn I’m still hard.” he spits and before you can think he has you back on the table this time in his lap.

With his cock still stuffing you, he pulls your legs back behind you both so you’re sort of kneeling forward, and his hands tightly grip your sides as he brings you all the way back down. The sound that rips through your throat has anything within a 10 mile radius running for the hills. You feel the growl deep in his throat rumble against your back. It felt like he impaled you with his cock. He reached places you never knew existed.

You have never felt so full in your life. Already having been filled with his seed, now he was fucking you again as if it is the last thing he would ever do, you feel like you were going crazy with ecstasy. The way his body feels against yours did nothing to help. The hard planes are a stark contrast with the soft--some would even say plushy--expanse of your body. You don’t even have to move seeing as Sicheng does that for you. He puts his arms to good use as he roughly lifts you up only to smack you against his hips. You knew they would probably be bruised in the morning.

You feel like you’re gonna pass out from all of this. It’s too much for you to take in all at once, especially after you had already almost had a near death experience earlier. You throw your head back onto his shoulder as you contemplate if you could cum again, the overstimulation starting to kick in as you get even more sensitive. “Sicheng. I-I don’t think I can cum again,” you slur against his ear looking up at the male.

“Last one baby, I know you can do it,” he says looking at you. His thrusts speed up as he tries to hurry and get you both to the end. Your consciousness started to slowly fade as you felt what would be your last orgasm of the night. With a broken moan Sicheng cums one last time as you feel your body start to shake as you experience the most explosive orgasm yet your eyes roll to the back of your head as you fade into black.

The feeling of soft sheets feels heavenly against your body. You awaken to find yourself in a bed somewhere unknown. You notice a shirt and underwear covering your body as you sit up and take in your surroundings. At that moment Sicheng walks in from a door in the room. “Oh you’re awake, finally.” Sliding into bed next to you, he wraps his arms around your waist, sticking his head in the crook of your neck.

Your hands lay on top of his as you slightly turn your head. “Where are we?” you ask, looking at his hair.

A muffled, “My house,” comes from the boy’s mouth, and you don’t have a chance to react before he pulls you down to lay on him. Looking up at his ceiling, you wonder if you should ask this or not.

“What does this make us?” Sicheng asks, tightening his grip on you, taking the words right out of your mouth. “Because I actually... really like you, and I want to go out with you.” Turning your head, you look up at the attractive male, intently listening to what he has to say. “I know it may not sound true but I’m serious when I say I really do like you. I have for a while now, I just didn’t have the courage to make a move until we were under the effects of the aphrodisiac.”

“I-I guess I like you too. At least, I’m willing to date you and see where this goes,” you say, laying your head back on his chest, sighing at the calmness of the moment. “One thing though. I think we should both apologize to each other. We’ve both said some hurtful things and I don’t want to start a relationship with that.” Turning over in his arms you look him in the eyes sitting your chin on his chest. “I’m sorry for saying the things I did. I admit I shouldn’t have said them and they were wrong.”

“Come here,” he says, lifting you up to kiss your lips. “You’re so cute. I’m sorry as well. I don’t really know anything about you or what you faced, and I shouldn’t have said anything.” You guys are a breaths width away till your lips softly meet again.

“So, uhh, what are we gonna tell Ms. Torrent about the missing bottle of aphrodisiac?”

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chaotically-cas · 4 years ago

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hey, hey cas

🤲🤲🤲,

baseball tarry y’know 🤲

for the soul 😪

1. Sorry this is so late

2. Might be the slightest bit ooc??

3. I hope it’s ok 🙏🙏 possibly the most cringe thing I’ve written but it gives me Chad & Ryan vibes so idc

Words: 729

Tim adjusted his cap and waited on the pitching mound for his catcher to show him what pitch to throw. He watched as his boyfriend, Darrel Curtis, stepped into the batter's box, and then the signal came. Give him a walk.

Darry was the best player on the Curtis gang, aside from Steve Randle, and everyone knew it. Everyone knew that if Tim threw anything but the worst pitch ever, the ball would be soaring out of the small makeshift sandlot. And Darry knew it too by the time the first pitch was thrown exactly what Tim was doing.

“Oh come on” Darry shouted and stepped back out of the box to raise his hands at his boyfriend, “that’s not fair.”

Tim just smiled and shrugged his shoulders, all’s fair in love and war, prompting Darry to get back into the box so he could throw another pitch.

He wound up and aimed just right of Darry’s batting zone but not even seconds later a loud crack rang out. He actually hit the ball.

“God damn it Shepard!” he heard the catcher curse as Darry sprinted off towards first base, sending Soda to second and Two Bit all the way home.

The ball soared just out of the small lot, a home run, and Tim knew he was gonna get it later from his gang. As many times as they played every weekend, the Curtis gang had never won until now. Only managing to tie a few times, and that was when Curly was in reformatory.

“Nice going” his brother sarcastically remarked as he came jogging in from center field, “you know you’ll never hear the end of this, right?”

Tim chucked his glove at Curly, “from you or him?” he motioned over at Darry as he crossed the home plate and was nearly tackled by his entire gang.

“Both. I’m pitching next time.”

Tim wished he had a bat at that moment. But then he looked over at his boyfriend celebrating with the rest of his gang and he didn’t hate the fact that they had lost anymore. As cliche as it sounded, he had still won.

So he picked up his pride and walked over to where the Curtis gang had dog piled on top of Darry.

“Good game” Tim mustered up the best smile he could. If Darry wasn’t his boyfriend he wouldn’t have even bothered with all that sportsmanship crap. His dad taught him it was for pussies.

Darry looked up with a grin, “what’s this? Tim Shepard being a good sport?”

“Why the mighty have fallen” Two Bit chuckled.

Tim couldn’t really give a shit what anyone else had to say, they could go fuck themselves for all he cared, he just wanted to talk to his boyfriend.

“Don’t push it” Tim grinned back, “just wondering if you wanted to get a bite to eat. On me.”

“It better be on you cause I just kicked your ass, number seven” Darry teased and stood up, brushing the dirt and gravel from his ‘uniform’ that was really just an old pair of sweatpants and a white shirt that had the number ‘23’ written on the back.

“I said, don’t push it” Tim warned again, waving a pointed finger in Darry’s face. He liked how the game always got Darry to relax. Brought out the fun side of him that was often hidden due to responsibilities and all that adult shit they both hated. It was like a release.

“Fine” Darry gave in and swung his arm around Tim’s shoulders.

“Woah woah woah” Tim joked and shoved Darry off, “I don’t swing that way.”

“You don’t swing at all” Darry pointed out Tim’s ‘strategy’ of always bunting the ball. Taking advantage of the fact Johnny could hardly move in all that crappy old catchers gear. Liked to call Tim a cheat.

“I’d swing for you” Tim smiled proudly and wrapped his arms around Darry from behind, letting his head rest on his shoulders and giving him a light kiss on the jawline.

Darry unconsciously leaned into Tim’s touch and turned his head so they were nearly face to face, “mhmm?”

“Mhmm. Every damn day” Tim confirmed and placed a gentle kiss on Darry’s lips, earning both groans and hollars from both of their gang.

“What if you miss?”

“I won’t. I’m a pretty damn good player.”

#the outsiders #tarry #darry curtis #tim shepard

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lilhemmo · 5 years ago

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Can I just say I absolutely LOVE your vegeta x reader fics? God, everytime I you see upload one I genuinely get so excited. I don't really have a specific ask/request but can you PLEASE write more vegeta fics. I will enjoy quite literally anything as long as it is about my favorite saiyan prince.

a/n: my heart is GUSHING with feelings, my lovely little nonner. i hope you keep requesting to keep my keys clicking. thank you so much, i appreciate your every word!! how about some sweet geets for ya?

a/n(2): please don’t hold me accountable. yes i know vegeta is not really shown being sweet. but idc.

“V-Vegeta?”

His voice is gruff when he answers, “Yeah, what is it?”

You swallow and try to keep him from being able to so clearly understand that there are tears in your eyes as your voice shakes. “C-Can you come’n get me?”

“Didn’t you drive there?” he scoffs, and you think you hear the rustling of sheets. He must be sitting up. “Don’t tell me you allowed too much of that liquor to take over your senses again? I mean, really-”

“I think someone put something in my drink.”

You hear a pulse of energy and then the line cuts out.

You try to force yourself away from where you were talking with a group of people, most likely where your drink was tampered with, and stumble towards the front entrance.

There’s a pounding outside and the energy that you’ve come to learn how to sense is pulsating like a bomb from the other side of the door.

On cue, Vegeta’s boot slaps against the door and it swings open, slamming into the back wall to cut a hole in where the knob would be. His hair is glittering gold, eyes a bright blue. The small canine-fangs he sports are bared, a growl echoing from the back of his throat.

He’s looking for you, but your eyes are crossing and you find yourself falling down into the soft pillows of the couch. You try to cough out his name but it never comes, the word dying on your lips.

“Who did this?” he practically howls, his hands curled into fists at his side.

The room clears out in the center and he can finally spot you on the couch. You vaguely feel the base of his palms scooping you up. You can make out the warmth of his chest but your vision is hazy.

“‘Geta?” you cough. Your head lolls against his shoulder and you think you hear him start cursing at the people around you, but you’re not sure.

“Uh, dude, she doesn’t look so good,” you hear from a few feet away. You want to shout at him that it’s obvious you don’t feel good, but your lips are heavy and stuck together like they’re glued. You moan and Vegeta turns his attention to you, eyes wide in fear.

He grunts, digging his boots into the ground as he turns and flies out the doorway and back towards Capsule Corporation.

Your body is deadweight in his arms and he wonders if you’re dying. Vegeta fumbles in the air, kicking himself for not grabbing a senzu before he flew to find you.

“‘Geta?” your voice is husky and your eyes are misty. He squeezes you closer to his chest as Capsule Corp comes into view. “I-I’m sorry.”

“Hush,” he speaks harshly. You wince and curl back into him, gripping his shirt as tight as you can with your fist. He grimaces - that was not what he meant. He just doesn’t want you over-exerting yourself right now, his heart is racing in his chest as if he were in the middle of a brawl.

You mutter something else as his feet touch down at Capsule Corp. Now is one of the times when he wishes he had let Goku teach him instant transmission. He opens his balcony screen door and lays you down on the bed, brushing a thumb over your flushed cheek.

Unlocking his bedside cabinet, Vegeta pulls a senzu from where he hides a small stash in a tiny pouch. You’re fully unconscious and in no state to chew the bean yourself, so he’s going to have to find another way for you to swallow it. Vegeta grunts before taking the bean between his teeth and chewing it just enough that you should be able to absorb enough of it to wake back up.

His mouth comes into contact with yours and he transfers you the bean, cradling your jaw with his fingertips.

Vegeta’s touch does not leave you, but merely travels. He tucks one of his palms against your neck, his fingers splayed into the locks at the base of your head. He holds you close, deciding to rush you to the medical bay as the senzu bean travels through your body, healing you as fast as it can.

He is careful as he places you down on the hospital bed, the smell of antiseptic wafts in the air and for some reason it makes Vegeta feel safer. His breath is tight in his chest, coming in short bursts as he sits in wait.

“‘Geta,” you gasp, sitting up sharply.

You can’t believe that he reels you into his own hold. The feeling of his arms around your torso is foreign but welcome. You tuck your head into the crux of his neck and take deep breaths.

“You’re fine now,” he murmurs absentmindedly into your hair. “The senzu restores your health but not necessarily all of your energy. You’ll be tired for some time.”

You focus on his pulse thudding in your ear, trying to keep your breathing on pace. You never imagined Vegeta would allow you this close to him, let alone be the one who is pulling you in.

“I-I’m sorry, I know it’s late,” you mumble, your fingers curling around the fabric of his tank top. Your voice grows thick the more you think about what could’ve happened to you at the party had you not given him a call, “Bulma is out of town and Chi-Chi doesn’t have a phone. I-”

“Stop apologizing,” Vegeta barks.

You hesitate, tilting your head back to look up at him. Your eyes are wide and he almost looks apologetic through the anger that’s pulsating in his irises. He swallows thickly and his throat bobs, “You were in trouble. Of course I would come.”

Your voice is stuck in your throat. Vegeta blatantly telling you he would help you shakes you to your core. His fingertips graze against your shoulders and lower back as he resituates himself to better look you in the eyes.

“The only reason I didn’t kill the bastard who did this is because I needed to bring you back here for a senzu,” he grits his teeth and you feel his hands turn to fists against your back. Vegeta turns his eyes away from you in shame, a pale blush coating his cheeks.

You allow your hands to find purchase against the top of his chest, your fingernails just scraping against his exposed collarbones. You blink slowly, the senzu doing exactly as Vegeta said - you’re healthy, but drained.

“I-” you start, your tongue like sandpaper in your throat. You feel the heat of tears threatening your eyelids.

Vegeta scoffs, “I can’t believe you allowed yourself to get taken advantage of like that. You should be more careful!”

The first tear glides down your cheek and you swallow your emotions, “I-I know, ‘Geta. I’m sorry.”

“It was foolish,” he continues. His eyes flicker faintly blue and you wonder for a moment if he’ll go super just out of pure frustration at your folly. You rub your nose with your sleeve, not able to look him in the eyes out of pure guilt, an apology tumbling from your lips.

Vegeta brushes the pad of his thumb against your cheek to catch the tear, his palm resting against your jawline, “If you had been hurt, I-”

Your vision is blurry, but it doesn’t stop you from seeing the emotion flickering in his irises. Your lower lip trembles, “I know, I’m just a burdensome earthling. I’m sorry, Vegeta, I-I know you’re busy.”

Vegeta presses his cheek against your temple and brings you back into him again. You can feel the quick beating of his heart, hammering against his ribs. Your tears dampen his shirt and your stomach swirls at the knowledge that you were just about to the point where anyone could have taken advantage of you at that party.

“It has nothing to do with my schedule,” Vegeta mumbles against the shell of your ear. His breath is hot against your skin and a blush fights its way up your neck despite the emotion burning in your chest.

He is gentle when he speaks again, “And you are not a burden.”

A few moments of silence pass and you find that your eyelids are heavy and you want to fall into a deep sleep. You want to take a long nap and wake up to pretending that party never even happened.

“You need rest.” Vegeta stands back to his feet and you are cold at the absence of his warm Saiyan body. You go so far as to release the smallest of whimpers from the back of your throat, your eyes squinting shut as you search for the blankets.

His upper lip curls at your actions and you wonder how big of a disappointment he thinks you are. He does a funny thing next, something you wouldn’t expect - his arms loop under your knees and around your shoulders and he hoists you into the air.

“C’mon, lets get you into a real bed.”

Vegeta is quiet as he walks you to a familiar wing of Capsule Corp. Your eyes are heavy but you feel yourself dipping down into a soft mattress. The warmth of bed covers engulfs your body and you feel safe for a half of a moment before you remember the events of earlier and why you’re here and the fear grips your heart like a vice once more.

“V-Vegeta?” Your voice shakes and your lower lip trembles. His hand ghosts over your arm as you speak. “Can you please stay here?”

“I am staying here,” he says plainly. He looks down at you as if you were a simpleton, “This is my room.”

You shake your head and curl a fist around the sheets, “No, I mean here-here, with me. Please.”

Vegeta blinks a few times, “I-you want me to sleep with you?”

You wipe your eyes with the back of your hands and it looks like he finally realizes how emotional this whole situation has made you. Without another word, he lifts up the sheets. When you don’t move immediately, he makes a clicking sound with his tongue, “Well, are you going to move or what?”

You shift your body under the sheets to align with the other set of pillows on the opposite side of the bed. You curl the comforter underneath your chin and look over at him as he gets comfortable. Vegeta lays on his back, palms against his chest as he stares at the ceiling.

“Thank you,” you murmur, turning so you’re on your side. You curl your toes beneath the blanket, waiting for his response, if there even is one.

Vegeta’s eyes never falter from the ceiling, but he does answer in a quiet voice, “I told you earlier - if you’re in danger, I will help you. There’s no need for niceties.”

“Well, I’m saying thank you.” You take a breath, “Vegeta, I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up. I was so scared. I think you deserve a simple thank you.”

Now he turns, dark eyes tracking over your face as he carefully considers his next words. His upper lip curls and you wonder what he’s thinking.

“I’m glad you called me,” he finally answers. His gaze softens the longer he looks at you. “I-I’m at ease knowing that you’re safe.”

You brush your ankle against his underneath the covers, watching as his breath hitches. You’ve never been this close to the Saiyan - he’s always been a bit distant with you. You were honestly sure it meant that he didn’t want you anywhere near him. Now, you’re wondering if it meant the opposite.

“Vegeta, I-,” you feel your voice get caught in your throat as a blush burns your cheeks and neck. You swallow your inhibitions and look him in the eyes, “I need to tell you something.”

He shakes his head and reaches out to wrap an arm around your waist and bring you close, “Hush, little woman. Sleep, or else I’ll make you.”

Every part of your body screams to have him make you, but you don’t want to break the moment up, so instead you tuck your head under his chin and relish in the closeness of him. His body is firm and sturdy and warm, and you feel the safest you think you’ve ever felt in your entire life. Your arms are tucked against your chest and your ankle crosses with Vegeta’s, his breathing heavy and slow against the crown of your head.

It doesn’t take long for the weight of the day to drag you under into sleep. Your eyes close just as you feel the warmth of a kiss buried in your hair.

When you wake up the next morning, your body is engulfed in warmth and your head is resting against a firm figure. You remember that Vegeta agreed to stay with you last night - you honestly figured he would leave as soon as you fell asleep, so you’re surprised that he’s still here.

You’re even more surprised to hear his voice, gently murmuring as his fingers run over your body.

“Saiyans are proud,” he sighs, traipsing a fingertip just under where your shirt has ridden up on your back. “I guess that’s the reason it’s so difficult to admit the way I’m feeling. It makes me seem weak, and my pride won’t allow me to let down my guard.”

You pretend like you’re still sleeping and curl further into him, your palm against his stomach as your thigh overlaps his under the sheets. There is a gentle laugh that vibrates his chest at your actions. You want to smile but you don’t want him to know that you’re awake and listening.

“Plus, Saiyan men were never great at the caring part of relationships. We didn’t have the time, between winning worlds and conquering for Frieza. There wasn’t a moment to care about your family because you were always in some sort of war.”

He turns and shifts so his chest is completely pressed against your own, a hand holding your head gently so you don’t move too much and wake up. Vegeta sighs against your forehead, his nose buried in the crown of your hair.

Vegeta takes a deep breath and you feel his throat bob, “Truth is, I was frightened when you called me, and even more scared when I found you passed out at that place. I wanted to rip every person there to shreds at the thought of-”

His heart is beating heavily in his chest as he tries again to finish his sentence, “…the thought of losing you.”

You feel his arms tighten around you and you feel a surge of emotion spiking in your chest. You let out a gasp at the contact and your charade has been broken. You try to turn the gasp into a yawn, stretching your toes and rubbing your nose against the column of his throat.

“You’re awake,” Vegeta says. His voice is gruff and it sends tingles down your spine.

Tilting your head, you look up at him with a gentle smile, “Good morning.”

“How are you feeling?” His thumb brushes a stray hair away from your face. You’re impressed he hasn’t untangled himself from you yet. You nod, smiling yourself, “A lot better. Safe.”

“I’m glad,” he answers.

You take a chance with what you say next, “I wish we could be this close all the time.”

“Tch, don’t be unreasonable,” Vegeta smirks, a palm running down your thigh to catch under the curve of your knee. “If we were this close all the time, you’d be in constant danger. We couldn’t have that, could we?”

Your eyes shine and it turns his smirk to a smile. You’re not sure you’ve seen him smile much; it shows the edges of his canine teeth that you wonder what they would feel like against your neck. He must notice the shift in your gaze because his grip on your thigh tightens.

“I’d put myself in danger for you,” you whisper, your hand trailing up his chest to thread your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. You nod, your lips parted in the anticipation of possibly kissing him, “I-I would.”

“Why you stupid little woman,” Vegeta’s voice is kind despite the words coming from his mouth. His free hand tips your chin upward and, using the soft flesh of the underside of your jaw, holds you there for a moment. “You’re foolish.”

Your mouths are a hairsbreadth away and when you murmur your next words, your lips brush, “A fool for you.”

When your mouths collide, your body lights on fire. Your chest burns and your belly turns over. You smile against his lips and his thumb glides over your pulse point, the thin skin on your neck tingling at his touch. One of your palms grips his shirt and the other explores the tense planes of muscle on his back.

“Foul woman,” he mumbles as he traipses his lips down from your mouth to your jaw and neck. “Palming at me like an animal.”

He bares his teeth against your throat and you gasp, your hips shifting against his thigh. Your fingernails dig into the muscle of his back, squeezing your eyes shut when you feel the contact of his teeth with your skin.

“Y-You’re the one biting me,” you manage, voice breathy.

Vegeta turns his head upward to look you in the eye, “Would you like me to stop?”

“No,” you respond decisively. That simple word lights a fire in his eyes and he ducks his head to your neck again, encouraging your body with a harsh squeeze to your thigh. You wonder for a moment if there will be bruises, but you don’t have long for cohesive thought because as soon as his teeth break the barrier of your skin, your body melts under his ministrations.

Vegeta nudges his nose over the sensitive flesh of your neck, “You sweet little woman. I can’t wait to hear all the sounds I can get you to make.”

Later that day when you walk with Vegeta through the halls of Capsule Corp, everyone is talking. Maybe it’s because Vegeta normally walks alone. Maybe it’s because no one has ever seen you outside of your lab.

Or maybe it’s because his hand is on your back and there is a smile on his face as he guides you through the building.

Or maybe it’s the kiss he plants on your head just before he enters the gravity room for some training.

But, again, no one can really know for sure.

#vegeta #dragon ball imagine #dragon ball fanfic #vegeta imagine #vegeta one shot #vegeta fanfic #vegeta fanfiction #prince vegeta #vegeta dbs #vegeta dbz #dragon ball z #dragon ball #my writing

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fairycosmos · 4 years ago

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TRIGGER WARNING : I know you're not a psychiatrist tbh I just need to vent and I really like you so yea, I've come to the conclusion that I am what everyone thought I was which is a lazy little bitch using depression and suicidal thoughts as an excuse to be lazy I use to feel guilty but idc anymore it just shows there's no hope for me at all the only problem is I don't have the guts to shoot myself in the head and it's the last option I have Im sorry I just don't know who to turn to

hey dude. i’m sorry to hear you’re hurting so much right now. i know it’s a complex and personal issue that words alone can’t solve, but i still hope you’re open to some comfort, some alternative narratives to center your thoughts around. and idk just a few words from someone who can understand to an extent....i think first and foremost it’s a good idea to ask yourself, when you’re in the right state of mind to, where all of this self loathing is actually coming from. whether it’s grounded in anything substantial. it’s important to remember that a massive part of depression is feeling like you’re faking, over-exaggerating, using it as an excuse etc. i’ve heard a lot of people with mental illness echo the same sentiment. and the fact that you feel this way, so violently negatively towards yourself, indicates that you ARE struggling with a much deeper problem. but we’re taught to overlook it and to blame ourselves, partially due to society’s attitude regarding mental illness. in short we’re conditioned to feel like we’re lazy and worthless if we can’t produce labor and profit, or if something prevents us from doing so, but that’s merely a capitalist myth. those around you have internalized its message and are now projecting it onto you. but now that you recognize that fact, you can begin dismantling that belief system in your own head. cause in actuality, it’s got nothing to do with you or your value as a person. it’s the system that’s the issue, and the way it sees human life as nothing more than a means to an end, when people are so much more than that. you are so much more than that. you’re not here to constantly please everyone or to be some emotionless machine. so anyone who was judging you by that standard is fkn deluded and their opinion doesn’t hold much weight to begin with. then there’s also the stigma surrounding depression itself. people who’ve never experienced it don’t get how debilitating it is to live with. how it doesn’t just prevent people from working, how it prevents people from progressing in all areas of their lives when it’s left unacknowledged. which is why the answer isn’t to hurt yourself, it’s to admit to what hurts. this isn’t a matter of personal failure, or of laziness. it’s an illness, something that needs to be confronted head on with time, treatment, and self help in order to move beyond it. it’s just as serious as any physical ailment, but you don’t have to beg anyone to understand that. you’re going through so much just by getting through the day and the fact that you’re still here counts for so much. i promise, you are not your negative thoughts. your mind is just trying to get you to stay in the cycle of self hatred > self destruction > self hatred so that you feel more discouraged and less likely to seek the support you need, even though that could be the one thing that would break the repetitive pattern. idk who made you believe that you are this bad and unforgivable person but i hope you know that it is genuinely, truly possible to grow beyond that way of thinking. it may take time, and it may feel unreachable right now, but change is honestly constant especially if you seek it out. the way you see yourself in five years will not mirror the way you see yourself now, you know? this is all a process and as long as you’re getting through it, you’re doing so much better than you realize.

it’s ok to recognize all of that and to still feel like shit, to still feel like giving up sometimes. sadness, anger, pain - they’re exhausting and terrifying, but you don’t have to push those emotions away. though they don’t have to control all of your actions either. because they’re never as permanent as they feel. part of being suicidal is thinking in a black and white fashion, where everything has to be all or nothing. but it doesn’t. there’s a lot of nuance and a lot of different choices you can make, if you just breathe and keep yourself in a safe environment above all else. like i said, you’re living with an illness and bad days are a natural part of that. but having the tools to be able to cope with them in a healthy way could make all the difference. and that IS an option for you, even if you can’t see it right now. are you currently seeing a mental health professional? if not, i’d really really suggest looking into that before you make any permanent and heavy handed decisions about whether or not it’s worth it to stay alive. seriously, even if you’re unable to see a therapist at the moment - there are depression/suicide hotlines you can call who can help you with the next step, there may be support groups in your area, your doctor may be able to refer you to a counselor. you are capable of reaching out, as proven with this message, which is a really good sign. and building routines around personal self help and finding what works for you would be a step in the right direction, too. there is so much that can be done in terms of identifying what you feel the way you feel, relearning how to treat yourself, developing a support network over a period of time, opening up to make room to heal - it’s possible. i promise it is. it’s possible to live a full, stable life that you’re proud of despite having depression. if you have any trusted loved ones, now may also be a good time to talk to them about whats going on. i’m sure they want to have the chance to be there for you, and it’s alright to lean on them when you need it. you’re clearly in a very emotional state right now so i don’t blame you if you can’t bring yourself to believe me, but i hope it’s an idea you can keep revisiting. because really what my main point is, is that you deserve to stay alive regardless the fact that you’re dealing with a mental illness. i don’t want to sound cliche but it’s true that nothing would be the same without you, that you’re here for a reason (which you fulfill every day, just by being who you are) and that your presence is far more precious than you know. i’m sorry you were made to feel any different. you get this one life and i would really hate to see you do something you could regret over situations and feelings that can be helped. you are not beyond hope, you are not a lost cause. especially if you live your life as if you’re not. you still exist and that means there are a million different ways things could turn out, the future is ever changing. the present is all you need to worry about. it’s just another symptom of depression to catastrophize and picture everything ending in the worst case scenario, which is something that can also be helped with therapy/practicing mindfulness. anyway, i’m aware that this is getting super long and i’m going to leave some links that may be of some use to you in terms of follow up support, but i’m really begging you. no matter how awful you feel tonight, just allow yourself to breathe through it. cry through it. call someone if it all feels like too much. keep yourself away from anything you could use to harm yourself with. and then wake up tomorrow knowing you have the chance to try again, knowing that that is a good thing, knowing that this moment is not what your whole existence is going to look like. please, please call someone if you think you’re a danger to yourself. even if you have to pick up the phone on autopilot. you mean so much. im sending you a lot of love and hoping you find the self appreciation you deserve. if you ever need a friend please feel free to message me. you’re not on this alone.

https://faq.whatsapp.com/general/security-and-privacy/global-suicide-hotline-resources/

https://www.helpguide.org/articles/depression/coping-with-depression.htm

https://www.mentalhealth.org.nz/get-help/a-z/resource/50/suicide-coping-with-suicidal-thoughts

https://medium.com/@sameoldzen/finding-intrinsic-self-worth-in-a-capitalist-system-7069be072b5b

https://serenitymentalhealthcenters.com/31-coping-skills-for-depression/

#tw suicide #tw self harm #anon

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thiswasinevitableid · 5 years ago

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INDRUCK 6 PLS (sfw is prob more appropriate for this prompt but idc)

#6: their mentor just died (of natural causes don’t look at me like that). If I went to the funeral out of costume would they recognize me?

Indrid sees the obituary as he’s reading through the tiny, local paper, eggnog latte in one hand a plate of poptarts before him (his metabolism has been odd ever since he got his super powers).

Leo Tarkesian (1954-2020), passed away in his sleep. Mr. Tarkesian was a beloved figure of the Midtown Kepler community. He was dedicated to keeping the charm and friendliness of the town alive.

“And dedicated to being a pain in my ass.” Indrid grumbles.

A small funeral service will be held at Green Hills Cemetery, followed by a celebration of his life at the house of his long-time friend, Duck Newton.

The date and time follows, but Indrid keeps looking back at that name: Duck Newton. Or, as he’s known to Indrid, the Green Knight, superhero and thorn in his side.

Indrid moved to Kepler because it was a small enough city that he assumed there would be no heroes to get in the way of his villainy. Or, what everyone insists is his villainy: the disasters linked to his name were never his fault.

The thievery, art heists, and blackmailing of a few (corrupt) local politicians he takes full credit for.

Leo, AKA Lionheart, was mostly retired until Indrid appeared, at which point he took on a protege in the form of Duck Newton. Along with their friend Minerva (AKA Blue Thunder) they defended Kepler as “The Chosen Squad.”

In truth, Indrid does not bear Duck as much ill will as he should. And most of it is currently coming from the black eye he’s nursing, the result of his last fight with the hero. The man is noble, even as heroes go, never more aggressive than he needs to be, and (annoyingly) rather charming at times.

Then there’s the fact that Indrids powers of future sight have shown him glimpses of Duck’s daily life (those same powers are why he knows his foes’ secret identities, but they have no idea about his). A mild mannered park ranger, a good friend, a bachelor who talks to his cat in extremely funny voices.

He flips through timelines until he lands on what Duck Newton will likely be doing today. In each one, the hero looks worn, and when he wipes his eyes or his voice goes rough, Indrid turns his minds-eye away. Even obnoxious do-gooders deserve privacy.

Would it be strange for him to visit the funeral and offer his condolences? He’s fairly certain his secret identity would stay that way.

No, it would be ridiculous. Leo was well-liked, and no doubt Duck will have plenty of support. There’s no need for Indrid to put his identity at risk just to say “I’m sorry.”

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Indrid stands at the back of the clump of black-clad bodies. He found a black suit jacket buried in his closet, but no slacks, so he had to opt for the nicest black jeans he could locate. To be extra safe, he’s removed his trademark red glasses. He dislikes how exposed he feels without them.

The ceremony is indeed brief, Duck giving a short eulogy as the casket lowers into the ground.

Indrid waits, letting others speak with Duck in hushed, sad tones. Looks around the cemetery as he does; it’s peaceful, full of flower beds and stone benches, not overly manicured. It might be a nice place to come draw one of these days.

When next he glances back at the headstone, Duck is nowhere to be seen. He must have left for his house already.

Indrid tries not to be too disappointed, turns back towards his car. He’s nearly there when something black catches his eye through a clump of tangled rosebushes.

Duck Newton, alone on a bench, with the bearing of a man trying and failing to get himself together.

Indrid steps through the archway into the little grassy circle, at the center of which sits a fountain, barely bubbling.

“Tissue?” He produces a small packet of them from his pocket. A villain must be prepared for everything, after all.

“Oh, uh, thanks, uh.” Duck looks at him just long enough for Indrid to start worrying. Then he reaches for a tissue and wipes his eyes.

“You, uh, a friend of Leo’s?”

“Not really. But I went to his store regularly, and he was always very kind. It seemed only right to pay my respects.”

(It’s not a lie. Indrid’s loft is on the same block as Tarkesian’s General Store. So what if they were enemies, sometimes you run out of milk).

“That’s, uh, that’s real kind.” Duck keeps his eyes on the ground, and Indrid sits down beside him.

“You are the one hosting the celebration of life, right?”

“Yeah. Guess I oughta head over there, since it’s technically my house. But Minerva already went ahead with the first group of guests, and I trust her and…and well, I needed a moment of not havin to run things.”

“Quite understandable. I will leave you in peace. And I am sorry.”

“You don’t, uh, fuck, I wasn’t tryin to be rude, fuck-”

“It’s alright” Indrid holds up his hand to stop Duck continuing, “You are allowed to grieve as you need to.”

Duck looks at him again, this time more deliberately taking in his features, “Do we know each other? You seem real familiar.”

“I imagine we’ve passed each other on occasion. Kepler is small as cities go. Although I don’t get out often. I embody the reclusive artist stereotype too well at times.”

“You paint?”

“I draw, mostly.” He’s about to stand when Duck leans forward.

“Shit, someone got you good.”

“Beg pardon?”

“Your eye.” Duck taps underneath his own right eye, indicating the bruise.

Cursing himself for his oversight (his glasses normally cover the mark), he blurts out the first explanation that comes to mind, “It was the Mothman, the supervillain, I ran into him in a, uh, dark alley, and there was a fight.”

Duck frowns, “Thought he knew better than to go after random bystanders. Uh, fuck, that is, he honestly don’t strike me as the mean type. Just self-centered and hurt. Uh, that, fuck, that is ah, from what, fuck I’ve read?”

Indrid ignores the terrible lie, clears his throat, “Well, that’s certainly a kinder view than most people take of him.”

Duck shrugs, “Leo always said hero and villain shit was never as cut and dry as people wanna believe. He had the right idea. I think the Mothman might come around some day.”

“Perhaps.” Indrid murmurs, wondering if is inappropriate to ask ones nemesis if they could draw them; Duck’s face is even more striking without his mask.

“I ought to be going. My condolences again.”

“Thank you.” Duck stands with him, walks out the archway by his side before they each turn towards separate parts of the parking lot, “Uh, maybe I’ll see you around some time?”

Indrid can’t stop his grin, “Most definitely.”

#indruck #indrid cold/duck newton #prompt fills #superhero au

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lesceriises · 5 years ago

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hi. hello. i’m back!! and bellow are several plots i’d love to have in my life. these are all fandom-centered based on games (such as until dawn), app games (choices, storyscape), movies/books (thg, hp, x-men, the mumm, etc), and animated movies (like disney). if you’re interested in writing any of the bellow, let me know so we can get plotting (you can like this post and i’ll find you)!! i only ask that you read my rules first.

CHOICES GAME APP & STORYSCAPE: plots based on: titanic, the perfect match, rules of engagement, desire & decorum, the royal romance, and the elementalists. we don't have to play the "main" characters or follow the original storylines tho.

TITANIC: i'm looking for something a lil more complex than a rose x jack dynamic though. if you're familiar with the game i'm looking for something like matteo x adele from storyscape (long-story short, matteo is a valet for a wealthy man and adele is someone who is being blackmailed by said wealthy man). if that sounds interesting lmk!!!!! i'd also be down for other dynamics tho please feel free to suggest them!!

THE HUNGER GAMES: capitol citizen x capitol citizen, mentor x mentor, victor x dead tribute’s sibling/dead tribute’s best friend, literally any other combO!! smth with spies would be great too like spy rebel working a the capitol x capitol staff.

VIDEO GAMES: plots based on until dawn!!!!!!!!! which is one of my favs tbh, detroit: become human

HARRY POTTER: if you want non-specific plots pls head over to my crack-ship, there's a lot of suggested ships there.

1) workaholic diplomats with a fuckton of baggage and personal struggles who are really good at their jobs and always butting heads… falling in love (bonus: maybe one of them is a squib)

2) pureblood order member is essentially kidnapped by their own elitist family and has their memory tampered with, meaning they now believe they’ve always just been a spy for the death eaters. they’re engaged and their significant other starts to notice little things that feel odd and unusual.

3) arranged marriage where they hate each other at first but grow to be fond of each other

4) i muggleborn who started lying about her blood status and is passing as elitist pureblood who ends up getting engaged to a pureblood. (prefer to play the muggleborn)

3) before the first wizarding war, two purebloods get married. it wasn't an arranged marriage and for all their differences they brought out the best in each other. their families were iffy about each other but they made it work. she remained mostly a housewife, enjoying the work and taking care of the children. things were good until the war rolled around and slowly, gradually. it became clear that his family (and he himself) were prejudiced against muggles and muggleborn. in the end they end up on opposite sides of the war, and it gets ugly.

4) arranged marriage between two people. he's a widower and a grump, no one really finds him good company and on top of that his wife died in questionable circumstances (everyone thinks he did it, but it was actually his parents). his parents picked her because she seems easy to manipulate and air-headed. they never thought they would end up gradually growing very fond of each other to the point of love - they have the same humor, he helps her try not to please everyone and she helps him allowing himself to be himself - and that he'd start standing up to his family. (prefer to play the woman)

ANGELS / DEMONS / NOT FANDOM SPECIFIC: angel x fallen angel (please. think of all the pain and angst) or demon x redeemed demon or smth of the sort (the betrayal!!!)

X-MEN: literally too many possible combos to list and i want them all!!! the angstier/messier the better.

THE MUMMY: doesn't have to be based on the movie, i'm going for the ~vibes~ here. we can do: explorer/archaeologist x non-explorer, explorer/archaeologist x journalist, explorer/archaeologist x doctor, explorer/archaeologist x explorer/archaeologist.... they can be any age too! even exs with children, the options are endless.

PACIFIC RIM: trainee x trainee, pilot x scientist, pilot x pilot, doctor x pilot

OUTLANDER/TIME-TRAVELLING IN GENERAL: could be intentional, accidental, to the future or the past, etc so many options!! we can mix time-travelling with other fandoms too!!

TOMB RAIDER: feel free to make suggestions but here are some ideas: (a) and (b) have a long history (platonic, romantic, siblings, idc). they’re both explorers who for the most part have been on the same side. two peas in a pod. two sides of the same coin. etc etc. while trying to put together a mystery, and trying to beat the “bad guys” to it, they realise the object they are looking for can change the past or bring the dead back to life…. this is where (b) turns against (a), who, unlike them, wants to take the object and keep it safe inside a vault.

STAR WARS: literally too many options to list but i'll try: "jyn" x "cassian", spy x traitor, pilot x spy doctor, former stormtrooper x spy, former stormtrooper x regular person, spy x regular person, diplomat x pilot, diplomat x former stormtrooper, idk there's so many possible dynamics i couldn't list them all legit anything in this universe im begging lmao!

STRANGER THINGS: so many possibilities?? could be set at any point in time too... and/or make our characters older and have them revisit things that happened to them in the past.

MARVEL/MCU: superhero x human , superhero x superhero... all of these could go in so many ways?? the sky's the limit. reminder that i don't write canons tho!! idea 1) hero x law enforcement: where they kind of bumped into each other and started casually sleeping together just to blow off some steam... but then it turned into proper dating. the hero is super friendly and open, the law enforcement is more of a grump and doesn't trust easily.... the law enforcement also doesn't know the hero is a hero, and they are very much against heros in general as they feel like they put more people at risk. they more less move in together and that's when things get bad for the hero because now they constantly hear the law enforcement complain about heros... so the hero ends things.... but they find their way back to each other bc they really do love each other.... and then one day, the law enforcement catches the hero w/o their mask and orders them to turn around...

ANASTASIA: lost princess/prince x kitchen boy/girl turned con-person who is at first using them for money but ends up falling in love with them and oops turns out they are the real deal.

THE LITTLE MERMAID: mermaid x prince, mermaid x human, mermaid x pirate, "ursula" x "eric"

ALADDIN: “i pretended to be a rich prince/princess to impress the their/heiress to the throne bc i’m poor as hell and i just want to stop being poor lmao … but oh boy i’ve fallen in love…….”

FROZEN: "hans" x "anna" or "hans" x "elsa" (i just think "hans" is a great character and there's a lot we could do with him tbh) oc guard or commoner x "elsa" "anna" and "kristoff" but their relationship isn't working out the dynamic between "anna" and "elsa" bc i'm a sucker for sibling dynamics we could also explore the relationship of anna and elsa's parents!!!

#indie rp #indie fandom rp #fandom rp #idk how to tag this help me

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ilovemygaydad · 6 years ago

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Dance, Dance

Part Five: The Sound of Music

Based off this post that you really need to read for context!

Pairings: Analogical and Royality (past sleeplogical)

Characters: Virgil, Patton, Logan, Roman, Sleep/Remy, Deceit/Dominic, October/Toby, September/Ember

Warnings: domestic abuse, swearing, sexual humor, crude comments, bullying, making out, abusive deceit, mentions of vomiting (just one word), step parents, food mentions, rejection, logan’s kind of an asshole to virgil, and possibly something else

A/N: a few people asked me about dominic using both she/her and he/him pronouns, and the explanation is that it’s just me fucking things up. like, that’s it. you can hc him however you want, idc, but I’m just stupid. also, chris is from Sleep is for the Weak

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Logan had been buzzing with anticipation all weekend over who his mystery guy could be, and he could tell that it was getting on Roman’s nerves no matter how much he claimed to be a sucker for a good romance, but it was just… He was absolutely captivated, and the only clue that he had towards the identity of his mystery man was an iPod. That in and of itself should be a huge clue because, honestly, who had an iPod in 2018, but that was just it. Who even had an iPod? Not a single person that he could think of.

With that dead-end in mind, Logan turned to yearbooks. He knew that there was a possibility that he had danced with a freshman or sophomore, but he obviously didn’t have access to yearbooks from the previous year, so he had to rely on his own freshman and sophomore yearbooks. Those, too, came up with a dead-end. He found someone close--Patton King--who, in sophomore year, had dyed his full head bright blue, but the bouncy curls were completely different to the light waves in the hair of whomever he had danced with.

Logan had begrudgingly told Roman that they would have to take this search more public. Sure, there were mysteries that Logan simply wouldn’t be able to solve, but this one was so much more complicated than he had originally thought, and he was certainly going to need help.

“Hey, um, Mx. Elliott…”

“Oh, Logan! Welcome back to school--though, I’m a bit hurt that it took you this long to come and visit me.”

Logan blushed a bit. He felt bad about not visiting, but there were only so many hours in the day where he had time off. “I’m so sorry, Mx. I promise that I’ll stop here more often.” There was an awkward pause as Logan thought of what to say next. “So… How is Mitchell doing?”

“Oh. I broke up with him for good. I took yours and Joan’s advice, and I kicked him out of my apartment about six weeks ago.” They fiddled a bit with the sleeve of their sweater uncomfortably. For years, Elliott had been a good friend of Logan’s, but they were dating this awful guy named Mitchell for just as long. Elliott’s self esteem was ripped to shreds time and time again, and they had a hard time listening to their cousin, Joan, and Logan’s advice.

“I’m very proud of you for doing that. I’m sure that it took a lot of strength, and I’m glad that you’ve gotten your life back into your own hands.” Logan paused and held out the iPod. “However, I didn’t come here merely to talk pleasantries. I need to find someone. I danced with him at the ball, and he dropped this, and--”

Elliott smirked. “And you fell in love?”

“What? No! No, of course not.” Tick. “Well…” Tock. “Maybe…” Tick. “But it’s none of your business!”

“You literally came here for my assistance, Logan. It is by definition my business now.”

“Hush! Just--Roman--PA!” Logan pushed Roman, who had been standing there silently, at the PA system to make the announcement.

And, in normal Roman fashion, it was ridiculously extra. “Ladies, lords, and non-binary royalty, The Prince is on the mic to ask you all formally if you have seen a handsome lad who ditched my best friend Logie--”

“Logie?!”

Roman covered the microphone with his hand as he hissed, “Logan didn’t rhyme there!”

“Shut up and hand over the mic,” Logan growled as he pushed Roman out of the chair and sat down. “Hello. It’s me, Logan Parker.” He took a deep, calming breath. “On Saturday, I danced with one of the most amazing people. You left in a hurry, and you ended up dropping your iPod on the ground. In all honesty, it was the best night of my life, and I want to give you back your iPod, so… if you are able to name the top four songs on your playlist, I’ll return the iPod to you. And maybe we can get coffee or something. Roman and I will be sitting in the center of the cafeteria at lunch so that we can find you.” He unclicked the on button of the PA, and sat back.

“You Gucci, Specs?” Roman asked.

“Yeah. I think so. This should be easy.”

“Okay, Chris. Go.” Logan felt every ounce of his soul drain from his body as his eyes flicked over to the dozens of students lined up to try and prove that they were his mystery guy.

“‘Livin’ la Vida Loca,’ ‘Maria,’ ‘She Bangs,’ and ‘Shake Your Bon-Bon.’ All by Ricky Martin.”

Logan swiped at a puddle of tears that had been left on the lunchroom table with his hand. “Sorry, but that isn’t it.”

The boy stormed off, and Logan let his head fall into his hands. This was a disaster. Logan mentally kicked himself for not being able to recognize who he was looking for right off the bat. He was such an idio--

“Hey, Lo. Do you want me to go around the line and kick out the excesses?” Roman whispered gently.

“God, please do.” Logan looked up; he felt like he was going to cry. “They’re all the same cookie-cutter Hollywood guys, Ro. That guy from the ball was special, but… what if I can’t find him?”

“Are you kidding? You are the Logan Parker! I have no doubt in my mind that we’ll find him.” He smiled. “I think he helped pull you out of your slump. There’s no way I’m letting a guy like that go.”

“Thanks, Roman.”

“Hey, what else is a prince for?”

Virgil shivered as he felt cold water drip down the back of his neck, no doubt staining it with streaks of purple. He had been unlucky enough to fall asleep during his second block class, and one of his asshole classmates got their hands on some glitter glue and wrote transphobic slurs in his hair. It was pretty standard for shit like that to happen, but Virgil had only dyed his hair again yesterday to it’s full purple potential, so it sucked that he had to wash it again. And Patton was pissed. That was pretty normal, too.

“If that teacher had known any better, she would have reported that guy for harassment!”

“Pat, just leave it. She was doing what would protect me from the wrath of administration. If she had reported him, she would have had to explain why I didn’t stop him, which would have gotten me in trouble, and I probably would have been taken out of school by Dominic. I’m already on thin enough ice. Mrs. Larsen was helping me.” Virgil began to ascend the cafeteria stairs, slipping around people who were stationed on the sides.

“That’s still such bullsh--”

Virgil pulled Patton to the side of the stairs with enough force to dislocate a shoulder. “Shut the fuck up for a second and look.”

“Holy--”

“I didn’t think he’d actually do it!” A dozen yards away sat the longest line of people that Virgil had ever seen outside of a Black Friday sale at the Gucci store in Los Angeles. And there was Logan at the head. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Virge, you’ve gotta go down there and tell him before someone starts a riot!”

“No!” Virgil turned to Patton. “No way.”

Patton wildly gestured at Logan. “He said that it was the best night of his life.”

“Yeah. Until he finds out that it was me.” He threw another glance at Logan. “Let’s just go.”

Virgil and Patton continued to their classes, but underneath the stairs, Toby and Ember had heard everything.

The second that Virgil entered the house, Toby and Ember were there to intercept him.

“Look at you, acting all innocent!” Toby snarled. Virgil needed to know that they weren’t going to let him steal Logan away.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Virgil looked confused and tried to evade the twins.

“Oh,” Ember said, gripping Virgil’s arm tightly. “We know it was you at the ball with Logan.”

There was a short pause before Virgil said, “You guys are crazy.”

“No, actually, you’re the crazy one if you think that we’re going to let you end up with Logan, you weird stalker!”

“And if you tell him that it was you,” Toby interjected, waving one of the copies of Virgil’s video in the air. “Your video will be everywhere. Hello, YouTube!”

Virgil scoffed. “You guys can barely work the toaster, let alone YouTube.”

“Try us.”

Ember pushed Virgil away. “Go make dinner. We’re hungry.”

Virgil stared at the twins for a few moments and walked away. Toby turned and went to the door.

“Hey, Toby, where’re you going?”

Toby froze. “None of your business, Ember! I mean, uh, nowhere. For a walk… Uh, outside.”

“Oh. Okay, bye!”

“Yeah, bye.” Toby slipped out the front door and went straight to Virgil’s room. “Playlist. I need to find that playlist.”

Clothes, pencils, notebooks, and everything in between was scattered through Virgil’s room as Toby searched. For twenty minutes, he found nothing, until…

“Aha! Hidden in plain sight, of course!” He lifted up a pillow and found an old Macbook. Without a second of hesitation, he opened it up and went to iTunes. “Okay… ‘Dying in LA,’ ‘Save Rock and Roll,’ ‘Freeze Your Brain,’ ‘Defying Gravity,’ and ‘Bohemian Rhapsody.’ Perfect!” He scribbled the titles onto the back of his right hand and went to make his leave, but the door swung open right as he was about to open it, and he was flung into the wall.

Ember sauntered into the room and gasped when he saw the laptop. He picked it up to find the songs, but it tumbled right out of his hands and onto the floor. It was obvious from the loud cracking sound that the laptop wasn’t going to be useable anymore.

“Can you give me a hint as to what genre the songs are?” Chris asked, pressing closer to Roman and Logan. “Are they emo? Metal? Electroclash? Latin pop???”

“Okay, everyone! Disperse yourselves.” Roman hopped up from his seat at the table to usher people away. “Come back… after class or something. Logan’s going to take a break.”

Logan slumped in his seat and waited for Roman to return to speak. “I’m never going to find him. This is hopeless.”

“Hold up. What is this illogical garbage that I’m hearing from you, Logan?” Roman looked more offended than usual.

“It’s not illogical, though.” It was more of a question than a statement.

“It most certainly is! Say there’s an equal fifty-fifty distribution of males and females at our school--excluding the lovely non-binaries, which would make up around 1% of our school, probably. That means that there are about 750 males at our school currently. Sure, the odds don’t seem great, but there’s a chance. Therefore, Logan, we must keep hope that you will find your prince.” Roman smirked. “Logical enough for you, Specs?”

Logan smiled a bit. “Go away.”

“Nah. I’d never ditch my best friend, Lo--”

“Logan Parker!”

“Toby,” Roman sighed, standing up to escort the twin away. “Dude, Logan is on a break. Please come back during business hours, or you can send a letter that will be processed in five to seven business days.”

“Oh, of course. I’m actually in the mood for a prince…” Toby flirtatiously traced his finger on Roman’s collar.

“Are you serious?”

“No! Get out of my way!” Roman was flung backwards with a surprising amount of force, and Logan was only able to stare at his best friend as Toby approached. “I’m The One, Logan!”

Logan didn’t even have the energy to muster a laugh. “Yeah, right.”

“I can prove it. I know all of the songs on the playlist.”

“Of course. Do go on.”

Toby smiled a dazzling smile. Well, dazzling in the blinding way with his bright orange, sparkly braces bands. “‘Dying in LA,’ ‘Save Rock and Roll,’ ‘Freeze Your Brain,’ ‘Defying Gravity,’ and ‘Bohemian Rhapsody!’”

Roman rejoined Logan and whispered, “This is impossible. Right?”

“Ha! I’m right! Kiss me!” Toby surged forward, and Logan almost fell backwards trying to evade him.

“Woah, holy--wait!” Logan held Toby at arm’s length. “You’ve got to dance first.”

“What?!” Toby spluttered. “But--I already told you the songs! That’s all you asked. And I’m not warmed up, and there’s no music!”

Roman sighed dramatically, hanging off of Logan. “Logan, darling, he’s obviously not the one you’re looking for. I mean, he can’t even dance for you.”

“Oh, you’re right!” Logan swerved around Toby. “Well, see ya!”

“No, wait!” Toby grabbed Logan’s hand and spun him back to the table. “I love to dance!”

Logan watched in horror-filled awe as Toby started to “dance” in harsh, seizing motions. In all honesty, he hadn’t expected anything like that. Roman, completely unfazed, decided that it was time to leave, and he dragged Logan away as Toby continued to dance.

Logan was tired. He was really fucking tired of having being, well… for being Logan Parker. It honestly just sucked to be famous. Which sounded stupid and pretentious, but it was true. People fawned over him, and he just wanted some coffee, but there was only shitty canned espresso in an overpriced vending machine, so here he was. In a random hallway getting coffee. He jabbed at the coffee button and leaned down to grab the can. As he stood up, he came face to face with Ember standing in what he could only construe as a seductive position against the vending machine.

“Woah, okay, Ember…”

“Ready to meet your mystery guy, Logan?”

“You know the songs, too? God, can I just catch a break?” Logan ran a hand through his hair and started to walk away, but Ember tugged him back.

What is with these twins and tugging people around?

“But I’m the real freaking one! And I freaking love you, so you’d better freaking love me back, you freaking freak!” Ember yelled. Logan blinked a few times at the outburst.

“Way, way, way deep inside, I’m sure that you’re a… decent person, Ember, but I’ve really got to go--”

“I can prove it!” He threw his backpack on the ground with a dull plop. “Through dance!”

Before Ember could even get very far into his equally as awful dance, Logan ditched the scene, eager to find Roman to get out of the school for his off period.

“Oh my god, Virge. I can’t believe the twins would hold that video against you! You were literally eleven.”

Virgil ate another spoonful of frosting from the tub that Patton had bought him, glaring out the windshield at nothing in particular. “What do I do? I don’t want Logan to think that I’m a fucking stalker! Not to mention the fact that he obviously doesn’t remember me from pre-transition, so he’d find out about that, too. People like me don’t belong with people like him.”

“Look,” Patton said seriously; although, the off-kilter blue bow in his hair made it a little difficult to actually take him seriously. “You and Logan clicked out there on the dancefloor. You have to talk to him.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yuh huh--oh, look!” Patton pointed out the window at Roman and Logan passing by. “It’s showtime, Virgil! You’ve got this.”

“Yeah! I can do this.” Virgil reached over to open the door, but he whipped around again. “Wait, you know what? Let’s get some food first.”

“Yeah, no,” Patton deadpanned.

“Fuck, fine!” Virgil rushed out of the van before he chickened out and walked over to Logan’s car. “Hey, Logan. I need to tell you something really important.”

“Oh!” Logan smiled charmingly, and damn this stupid crush that Virgil had. “Hello. You work for Dominic, correct?”

“What? No! That’s not what--”

Roman, from the other side of the car, giggled. “You had shrimp in your hair.”

Virgil glared at him. “Well, I mean… Yeah, that was me, but that isn’t what I wanted to say.” He took a deep breath. “I’m--”

“Oh my god!” Logan threw his hands in the air in frustration. “Seriously? Dominic is relentless. First Toby, then Ember, and now you, too?” He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. “Just… I’m looking for someone, okay? I don’t have time to talk. Especially not about that stupid duet. I’ve gotta go… It was nice seeing you.”

Roman and Logan sat in their seats, and Virgil took a few steps back as they pulled out. He watched them for a few seconds before racing back to Patton’s van. Without hesitation, he whipped open the door and grabbed his back and skateboard from the floor.

“I told you, Pat.”

“Oh my god, he blew you off!”

Virgil sighed and backed away a bit. “Whatever.” He slammed the door shut and skated off, ignoring the tears that fell down his cheeks.

Part Six

#dance dance fic #cinderella!au #why bother tagging anything else because it's not going to show up in searches amirite #m writes things

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mysticseasons · 6 years ago

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IDC - SAM CHOUINARD: FROM DANCER TO CHOREOGRAPHER AND BEYOND

IDC: Introduce yourself to the skating fans – when did you start dancing? What styles of dances are you specialized in?

SC: Hi, my name is Samuel Chouinard. I’m from the south shore of Montréal and I’m 29 years old. I started as a dancer when I was 13-14 as I was very energetic, so I needed to find something that was going to keep me focused. I tried a bunch of sports like gymnastics, swimming, fencing, karate, and then I tried dance. I loved it so much, and it’s the only thing that kept me interested. I started with funk, jazz, and hip-hop. When I was starting to be the best in my dance studio and I wanted to have more formation and other teachers, I went to Montréal and started to train there. I got onto a dance team. We started to win a lot of competitions around the world, and then I wanted to be more known as Samuel the dancer and not someone within a group, so I detached myself from the dance crew and started to do some auditions as a solo dancer.

I did this wish list that I do for everything I work on in my life: dance with an artist, dance in a major arena, dance in different countries, dance in a movie, dance in a music video, dance in a television show… and I accomplished all of them. So after I checked off all my wish list as a dancer, I wanted to have another challenge and thought I’d like to choreograph. I went into the choreography world, started to do some shows, and did this wish list again: choreograph for an artist, choreograph for something different than dance, choreograph for something major, go to the Olympics. We won gold and I was super happy.

IDC: What projects outside skating are you involved in?

SC: One other things that was on my list was Cirque du Soleil and not long after, here I am, working on a show, and I’ve been proposed 2 new shows again. It’s really cool, I love it so much. The next thing I’d like to do is to have my own show, to have my own concept, and again in 4 years have 1, 2, 3 at the top of the podium at the Olympics.

I’m also working with some cheerleading and synchronized swimming teams. I also opened an escape room on the south shore and will soon open one in Québec. I teach hip-hop at the dance school where I started and I’m planning to buy it and make it so skaters can come and train in a dance studio.

IDC: Coming from the dance floor world, how did you become involved with figure skating, and with the Gadbois center in particular? Tell us about how your collaboration started and about your first steps on the ice.

SC: I was introduced to the figure skating world 5 years ago, with Marie-France Dubreuil and Patrice Lauzon, who were looking for a dance teacher outside of the ice who could teach some hip-hop moves to their skaters so they would have a better feel of the music and get more dynamic with their moves. Daria, who is a ballet teacher at Gadbois, was my ballet teacher as well and she referred them to me.

After this, I started to work with some of the teams and Marie really liked the work that I was doing with the skaters, so she asked me if I could help her with Battle of the Blades. At that time, Marie France and Mathieu Dandenault were competing there and they had a hip-hop week. This was the first time I was working on a bigger show for ice dance. This number brought them back to the top two, and after that, I worked with them in the following weeks. It was really cool. From there, Joannie Rochette saw the work I had done and called me to see if I could work with her for an upcoming tour in Japan. After Joannie, Tessa (Virtue) and Scott (Moir) called and asked me whether I wanted to work with them. I didn’t know who they were, so I Googled them and I was like, “WHAT! Yes, I want to!” I started to work with them and do some workshops and hip-hop off-ice, and they asked me to choreograph for their Stars on Ice performances. The last 4 years, I’ve been working with them preparing for the Olympics. I did the Prince program [2016-2017 short dance] with Marie-France and Moulin Rouge [2017-2018 free dance] this year. Now I’m choreographing with all the teams at Gadbois, from 9-10 countries, and I’m also teaching and choreographing for Les Suprèmes senior and junior teams in synchronized skating.

IDC: What’s the most challenging part about translating movements from the floor to the ice? How does what you plan off-ice change once you try to recreate the choreography on the ice?

SC: The biggest challenge I had was to understand inertia. In dance, we can just stop and turn and go to the other direction, so the first choreographies I was doing for skating had too many stops in them. I really figured out that the thing that looks best on ice is the glide and the flow and to go fast, so this was a challenge. Even though I wasn’t skater, I started to skate 5 years ago, so I was able to understand how I wanted them to move and I could show it with my fingers. The skaters were so professional that they could do it right away. I first choreograph the upper body and then we go on ice to play. I am on the ice following them and just trying to do what feels right. They know so much about their sport, so they were helping me a lot at the beginning as well. I learned so much. After I started to be at the higher level, I did my research. I knew I needed to learn about this world that wasn’t mine, so I watched the Olympics, all the other competitors and tried to know what was already done and who people were. I think now we are changing the game and making people understand that we can bring ice dance somewhere else and make it fresh and new. Dance and skating are two different worlds, but it’s the same thing at the same time, so that was the challenge for me.

IDC: What are the steps of the creation process for each program (from the first steps on the floor to what we see in competition), and how is the creative dynamic between you, the coaches, and the skaters?

SC: The first step is to select the song. Usually, the skaters suggest two to three song choices and we sit with Marie and decide what would be the best and also with the other teams, so that it doesn’t look all the same. But the skaters have to be happy with their choice, because they are going to be the ones doing it the entire season. After that, we create in our head the pattern of where all the elements should be with the music. Marie-France and Patrice imagine the music and say “this should be an element, this is where we should place this,” and then we know where the dance should fill between two elements. She creates the elements and I complete the elements to make it more dancey and to fit more with the music, and I work with the beginning and the ending. In the first steps after they select the song, we go in the dance studio and we throw a lot of moves, then we place them on ice, [but] they may not be all together. We may cut and place different parts, but it’s super easy with Marie-France. We have such a good dynamic. Like with Nathan Chen, he came for 3 days and after that, the program was done. Now it’s just fine-tuning it, but he has everything. When he’s going to come back, we’ll see how it has evolved and the speed and what can we take out and tighten up. The skaters trust us completely. They do what we ask them and if there is something uncomfortable, they manifest it, but we’re pretty good to see it, so if it doesn’t feel right, we change it.

IDC: Your influence is clearly visible on many of the programs from the Gadbois teams, yet you manage to create something unique and different for everyone. How do you manage to come up with original ideas every time and to adapt to the style of each team?

SC: First of all, it’s the music. The music tells me what to do, so it’s always different because the music has its own language. Also, all couples move so differently and have different energy and dynamics, so I feed off this, so they look the best doing what I give them. It all starts with my choreography on me, but after this I fix it on their body so it looks custom made for them. I don’t want to have the same moves. Sometimes you see when choreographers or coaches do many programs, some of the elements are the same, the patterns are the same. One thing that helps me is that each day I have to choreograph something new, so I’m always in this creative mood and it’s easy for me to deliver something new very quickly. I also have no problem to look at something and take it out if it doesn’t feel right. Some people sometimes stick with their first idea and I think it’s pretty stupid. You have to be flexible.

IDC: Which short dance pattern have you enjoyed working on so far, and what do you think of the tango for the next season?

SC: Of course the hip-hop was really my thing. It was so cool because I was taking the skaters out of their comfort zone and bringing them into my world a little bit more, but I think we did a pretty good job. I love tango, it’s one of my favourite dances to do off-ice. I took some classes and I think it’s going to be really cool. I love contemporary as well. I like that it’s different every year.

IDC: What are your favorite programs that you have choreographed so far?

SC: It’s really hard to say. I give my all to all the programs and they all have a special place in my heart and a special energy. That’s what I like the most. When I go to Gadbois and work with the skaters and I see the couples back to back, they are such different worlds. It’s really refreshing and inspiring for me. I love to do different stuff.

IDC: Virtue and Moir won the Olympics last season with the program you choreographed to music from Moulin Rouge. Did you imagine this happening and how did you feel?

SC: That’s just surreal. Watching the Olympics from Montréal and seeing your stuff on a worldwide television platform…it’s something very big. I was very proud, but so nervous at the same time, even though I wasn’t performing. I was sitting on the edge of my seat and I feel like I stopped breathing at some point. It was so close to Gabby and Guillaume, who are amazing as well, so we just didn’t know until the end. I love doing what I do and I enjoy it so much, we put so much love into it. This is just the perfect recipe to bring it to the best. Plus, they believe in us and we believe in them, and the energy at the rink is amazing. Perfect recipe, perfect family, perfect environment to work in to create. If people would have told me, “Would you think you one day would win the Olympics?” I would be like, “eh…,” but of course I like to think the best and aim high. I believe you can do anything when you focus and want it and put your energy into it.

I also went to Stars on Ice to see “You Rock My World” that I choreographed for Tessa and Scott. It’s a huge wave of love that they receive. They are very privileged and they know it. The first time they did the tour, they started to cry because they had a standing ovation at the beginning of Moulin Rouge. It’s crazy to see how much people love that piece. I receive a ton of messages on Instagram. People recreate the piece and send me the video of them doing it or people tell me that they stopped dancing before, but now they want to start dancing again because of that program, or they tell me that I gave them the passion for skating. It’s really special and inspiring. It makes me realize that I’m doing the right thing.

IDC: What are your plans for next season? Who are you going to choreograph with, and are you going to work with any of the new teams joining the school?

SC: At the moment I’ve been here at the Cirque a lot, but Marie left me a couple of spaces in the programs to come and work and play and add some stuff. I’m very excited to see the skaters because I miss them, but I invited them to see the Cirque show and I’m excited for this. I’m going to work with the new couples and all the couples from last year—Madi and Zach, Caro and Shane, Marjorie and Zachary, etc.

My next on-ice project is that Marie-France and I are artistic directors and choreographers for the Thank You Canada tour. It’s not like Stars on Ice. It’s going to be very different and fun, involving live musicians, dancers on a platform, off-ice, etc.

IDC: You also choreographed for pairs and men (Stephen Gogolev, Nathan Chen). Tell us about those experiences and what you found different from ice dance.

SC: This year, Nathan Chen wanted to work with us, which is amazing, because he’s really cool. He’s a hard worker and he is a good technician. He’s good artist too, but he’s missing some more dance stuff, so I think it’s a good combination with me and Marie-France. The program is done and it looks really cool. I’m excited. It’s something that people are going to talk about for a long time.

With Stephen Gogolev, I did his show program. Also, Shoma Uno came last year and I’m going to work with him again this year. It’s a completely different vibe with a singles skater. You need to be able to keep the attention on you and make it interesting and dance big. They are so good, so it’s easy to make them look good. That’s something I liked because it’s a different playground.

For the pairs, we need to work more. I don’t like that they have a long preparation for the elements, I hate to see 3-4 seconds. Can’t we cut it a little? The pairs are also very rigid, they have less flow in the upper body and are very square. That’s some work we need to do, but we can do anything when we train and when we want it. I love new challenges. I need to do different stuff and that’s why I’m invested in so many projects, so that there’s no day that it’s the same. I need to keep it fresh to keep it exciting. Everyday I’m super excited to start my day, because I couldn’t ask for a better job than this. It’s actually not a job, it’s just fun.

IDC: If you were a skater, what discipline would you skate and what music/routines would you choreograph for yourself?

SC: Ice dance for sure! It would be something contemporary and emotional. I love a good story. Moulin Rouge would have been something I’d loved to do for myself. I’m very into storytelling, so it would be for sure a story, something sung by a guy. Right now I’m listening to Dermot Kennedy a lot. It’s a good mix between the big hip-hop hits and something more melodic. I’d like to suggest it even just for a show or just for fun.

IDC: Which female skater would you pick as your partner?

SC: As for the partner… Oh man…

[silence…]

IDC: Marie-France?

SC: Marie-France is fun. We dance together some times. I love her so much and I’ve learned so much from her. Ah! It’s so hard. I don’t want to say it because it’s going to be written. They all have something special. but I would say Tessa because… because. And then Madi dances so well, and Olivia… Caro is so good as well, but I think with Madi, Olivia, and Tessa, we communicate well and it would be easy to work with. Right now, we are planning some dance things on- and off-ice with Madi, Gabriella, and I. We are going to do a little dance video in the city, and I’m going to choreograph something for them. I like to show that the skaters can do other stuff too. They can dance off-ice too.

IDC: Do you have anything else to add?

SC: I’m open and very excited to meet new dancers from other countries. I would encourage every skater if they want to bring me over there to give seminars. I would be interested because I want to share what I know for the next generation. I don’t like competition and I know it’s a very competitive world, but for me it would be so much better if everyone would be in the same community and share and be inspired by everybody. It’s better than it was before, the Nancy Kerrigan times. At Worlds, I felt like it was so cool to see all friendships coming from the same dance school. It was the first time you saw something like with Madi and Gabriella. I would encourage all the skaters to take dance classes. Sometimes I teach a seminar and ask if people took dance classes before and when I see people that don’t. It’s called “patinage artistique” for a reason: “patinage,” you do but “artistique,” it’s an even longer word and you don’t dance? Besides that, just Montréal rocks!

#Samuel Chouinard

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promptosbouncybuns · 6 years ago

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Can we please not tear ships down or character bash because of our agendas?

This somehow became super long...sorry.

Wanna know what Mai and Aang have in common?

They are normally the two biggest recipients of, honestly, really stupid accusations.

Aang is apparently abusive in that he kissed Katara once while she wasn't very consenting to it at the time.

He's 12 and does stupid things but please hold him accountable for all time despite how disappointed in himself he looked right after. He didn't even pursue her after she stepped back. He saw his error and pulled away.

He apparently doesn't care about Katara? Despite literally giving up his chance to take full control of his avatar state just to go save her from a vision that may or may not have been real. I mean he could have just been like...ok...meh...Idc. Avatar state yip yip!

Then in LOK he just used her as a baby maker...never mind that apparently Katara had enough power or sway to outlaw bloodbending. Plus...guys...she's old when we see her in that series and has always been more family centered.

Not saying she became just a regular housewife after she married Aang but as stated before, she old! She's been through enough and if she wants some peace and solitude after dealing with the loss of her Friends, her Brother, and her Husband than...let the woman be pls. Even Toph didn't really want to fight anymore since old age had finally cought up with her and she's younger than Katara! If she doesn't want to fight but instead heal, let her do as she pleases. Plus you all sound like being a housewife and taking care of your children is a death sentance. Not all fighters are in the battle all the time.

Somehow Aang is also depicted as only seeing Katara as a trophy...Honestly I don't see how this got so convoluted but anyone who saw the series can say he doesn't think or her that way. He loves her, sees her as his best friend, and as probably one of the best masters to ever teach him. He's shown her tremendous respect as a friend, pupil, and love interest. He's listened to her and has grown from her wisdom.

Its also just crapping all over Katara as a character when people have this line of thinking. She's stronger than that, and would never be a prize to anyone, not even the avatar. If she wants to be with him she will. Kinda like how in the last episode when Aang walks out, she follows and is the one to kiss him.

I've always seen them as opposites, not in elements but in personalities. Also their similarites tend to correlate too!

Katara is at times a stick in the mud and Aang helps her have a childhood with the fun he brings her. She's had to grow up fast and undertake a lot of chores around her village. She's strong and outspoken, at times very loudly. She's passionate, even in the face of supposed peril, where there is no way she can prevail. She's strong and cares for others, almost to a fault since she took up precious days till the eclipse to help firenation people she didnt know.

Aang is a playful soul that hates being tied down. He'd rather have fun, and has been raised to seek leisure instead of responsibility. Its because of this that makes him so childish, until he meets her and is shown that his destiny is to bring balance to the world. He may not be physically strong but like Katara he isn't weak willed. He's passionate about protecting people and bringing harmony back to the four nations. While his passion isn't quite so loud, he can inspire people.

She's helped curb his childishness, and has helped instill in him responsibility. She won't let him shirk things off or procrastinate. She even was willing to let Aang learn waterbending without her because it was for the greater good.

Through these actions she's helped Aang embrace his old soul vibe and have it feel justified. He sees through her that what he does now will have an impact on the world and he best be getting to it.

I've always seen them as a couple that is silly, cute, and can get things done. I can see them being older and being more familiar with each other and it can lead to them having very intense intimate energy. I mean in the series, they're kids so...not really into thinking about them that way at that age. They can communate well so, there will be less fights and a lot of understanding. Definitely not boring.

As for Mai well...apparently people just don't understand her sense of humor and personality. She's got dry humor and is very direct in a lot of things. She doesn't sugar coat things and shys away from expression a lot of times.It somehow comes off as abusive?

Her telling Zuko to never break up with her again is supposed to be a joke, seeing as the last time he did, she literally had to save his bum from being boiled alive...

Then you have the infamous scene where they were together again after season 2 and while Zuko angsts, Mai tries to redirect his thoughts from such dark depths. Honestly, what do you say to that? Should you say its going to be ok? Because that just seems empty amd shallow.

Plus Mai, being emotionally stunted, doesn't really know how to navigate emotional waters. You also have to keep in mind that they finally get to have a conversation after all these years so obviously they aren't going to really know one another and how to communicate well.

So her not coddling and not letting him angst over things neither of them can know or deal with till it actually happens is dismissive of his abuse? I don't thinks so. Its honestly saying we will have to wait and see how things have changed once you are actually back home, so lets not dwell on them so much.

Of course, then you have her bringing up what happened last time Zuko was in a war meeting which is somehow abusive too. You know, its the same thing Iroh brought up in season 1 Ep. 3. So Iroh is abusive too now. It feels like people are saying don't bring up someone's abuse, ever, even if its to help them from potentially repeating the same pain.

She's trying to stop him caring and in her very direct way says that its not worth the pain of what could happen again if he attends. She's genuinely worried about him and doesn't want him hurt more physically or emotionally.

Then they like to say Mai doesn't care about Zuko really and that she just likes his status. They also say she's abusive with how she doesn't like anything he does for her. The biggest scene used is from the Beach showing Mai non-plussed by him giving her a shell and ice cream.

For one, Zuko wasn't acting like Zuko at all that first bit of the episode. He didn't take into account what Mai liked as apposed to what other girls liked. I mean while Ty Lee may like the shell, does that mean every girl has to like it otherwise they're a complete bish? Also...who here likes having ice cream fall on them? Honestly Mai could have made a huge deal about getting it on her but chose to crack a wry, but as always, dry joke about it.

Also please note that in this same episode Mai deals with an abusive S/O very correctly. Zuko's been acting off and it culminates with him pushing a guy back who happened to be talking to her. He makes a scene and insults her in front of everyone once she calls him out on his actions. Does she get even and call him worse? Nope. She simply says that their relationship is over and thats it. Though she looks conflicted by this, she stands firm despite Zuko trying to get handsy with her twice later in the episode. She holds him accountable but says she still loves him. I'd have an issue with this if they didnt have Zuko tell her and everyone whats been eating at him so long.

If she didnt know whats been making him act so hostile and crazy then how can she know that Zuko's not just an abusive jerk showing his true colors after all this time. Not saying that it made his actions right, but I feel her knowing the why instead of leaving it a mystery helped Mai reason through forgiving him.

As for her just wanting the power of his position, thats just really, really, really, lazy. She's from a noble family and is friends with the firenation princess...or as I like to say, unfortunately trapped in Azula's orbit. She'd be well off as it is if she kept her connection to Azula, but she didn't. She chose to go against a firebending prodigy, essentially turning her back on the firenation and her family to save the jerk who dumped her by letter.

Nope! Mai doesn't give a Flamio about Zuko himself. She just wants his title.

Opposites seem to attract and in this case its definitely with personalities since...ya know...Mai can't bend elements.

Zuko is passionately driven to a scary degree. He's hyper focused on finding the avatar despite the 100 years no one's seen them. He can be hot tempered and easily set off. He cares for people even to the point he'd rather starve than rob pregnant couple for food. He's brash, and doesn't think things through.

Mai is quietly, but strongly passionate for Zuko, even if its detrimental to her as with challenging Azula. She has learned to keep her temper and other emotions under lock and key, and is not easily set off. She cares about those she's put time and energy into. She's fairly classy, choosing her words wisely and she's definitely done a lot of thinking about what she wants or needs to do as far as her actions.

Zuko's shown that its ok to be expressive, and that its ok for her to do so. He wants to see her free of her parents emotional abuse so that she won't be so guarded.

Through Mai's personality, she's helped temper....Zuko's temper. He won't be so quick to flip his lid and do things without thinking them through. Like fire to a knife Zuko's helped make Mai burn bright and she's given him a sheith for his wild emotions.

I've always seen them as the quiet but intense love kinda couple. They may not have the best communication skills and this could lead to a lot of arguments but their love for one another is stronger. Eventually the sands of time will smooth them, break down walls and allow them to understand one another better.

I'm all for pretty much any ship in atla, and I love how fanfiction can actually help strengthen my love for it more than the actual show. The creativity and OOC that some writers pull off can be amazing and help you really like a character in a certain way or open your eyes to a new pairing.

However, if you wanna like ships, like them because you can, but don't go and take obviously innocent things and blow them out of proportion.

Here is convoluted, misconstrued, out of context information to say person X is evil and shouldnt be with person Y. W shouldn't be with person Z....therefore, Person Z and Person Y should be together because their partners are obviously abusive.

The...What? Three to maybe five episodes of screentime together as begrudgingly budding friends is enough to show exactly how they will be if they got together. Which these episodes can bring about interestingly creative ideas, however people act like that this is the definitive reason Z/Y should be together and any other pairing with the other two is completely abusive.

Just to be clear...if you like Zutara, thats great, I do too. I can imagine them in any number of ways. Them being enemies to lovers, or knowing each other before becoming star crossed lovers, or everythings all good in the univers and they love each other so so much!

However, in none of these headcannons do I see the need to bash Aang or Mai. I don't need to come up with stupid reasonings for Zuko and Katara to be together. If I want them to be together in a story or piece of art, I'll do it and be classy about it. I won't have Katara say Aang assaulted her and fly into Zuko's arms, pushing Mai down saying she's a manipulative bish. Because...she and Aang aren't.

At all.

Im just tired of the mental gymnastics shippers go through to spread hate for one ship so they can have another. Half the time its not even true facts but just people seeing it from an angle that aligns with their agenda.

If you like something, you like it, but don't crap on other ships or characters wrongly to justify it.

Sorry if this is a mess but god, seeing most of these accusations against Aang had me honestly cringing. I thought it was mainly against Mai because...she got Zuko and isn't bubbly, motherly, and...well Katara. So when Anti-Kataang reasons somehow showed up on the old dash, I felt my faith in humanity plummet.

Like...I hope you guys can sleep well at night knowing you've literally slandered a cinnamon roll who's in touch with his feelings, something most of you would protect if it where for any other ship. Like people just starting the series potentially arent going to be too keen on Aang himself at all simply because of this misinformation. But no...just to have one ship you equated this kid to a sexually abusive monster. Good job. 10/10. Slow 👏 for you guys. Be proud.

#zutara #maiko #kataang #anti-zutara #anti-maiko #anti-kataang #atla #a small rant at stupid reasons.#so done with charcter bashing #ship what you want #but dont be an ass about it

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whipplefilter · 7 years ago

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could u do a fic abt storm? idc what it's abt but if u cld thatd b great!

Sure thing, anon! Here’s a fic about how Storm spent the off-season timeskip at the beginning of Cars 3!

Fic: Motherland

They’re in Gemmayzeh, in a restaurant with a dress code to meet an uncle the American side of Storm’s family is elated to see. His mother cries.

Half an hour ago, winding through Beirut, Storm asked why a hauler couldn’t take them. But Storm’s mother wants the entire city to see her. Normally, Storm doesn’t mind being the center of attention, either, but none of these cars know who he is, and no one cares. Not here. Storm doesn’t like being reminded that his reputation doesn’t always speak for itself.

“At the restaurant, don’t speak,” his mother tells him. Whisper, if he must. She says, “Your Arabic is… ” and she means it’s like a baby’s. His family–well, his mother’s family–is very well-known in Lebanon, and there will be listeners.

If Gale were here, she’d laugh about this. She’d laugh about anyone telling Storm to be quiet, and she’d laugh at Storm being mad about it. She’d tell him his mother’s probably doing him a favor–Storm doesn’t want to talk to any of these cars; really, he’s been given permission to be sullen and silent. It’s a win-win.

She’d be right, but Storm’s still angry.

–

“Are we going to have to pray?” Storm asks. A private jet is launching them over the pole, straight from LAX to Lebanon. “Like, five times a day, facing–”

“We’re Maronites,” says his mother, tersely. Like that explains anything. Storm’s pretty sure he isn’t one.

–

“Do you have any plans for the off-season?” asks Shannon Spoke.

He’s never really understood her mannerisms, can’t tell if she likes him or wished he’d rot. She’s too professional. He tells her he’ll be overseas, training with supercars.

“You go where the competition is,” he says. He sounds self-assured and silky, like usual. When he watches the broadcast, he believes it.

In Lebanon, he tries to make his world as much like Los Angeles as possible. He doesn’t need to be worldly and he doesn’t want to “train” with supercars. In Lebanon, the Internet is the same. The fuel is a little better, to be honest. But those mountains could be the Sierras and the water could be the Pacific; they’re just out of reach, just like in Los Angeles. From Storm’s vantage point, Lebanon is just like Los Angeles.

Storm has never been to the mountains. He’s never touched the sea.

“Don’t people just live on the beach over there?” asks a cousin, in English Storm’s mother called “stylized” and Storm just thinks is bad. But it’s still better than his Arabic.

This cousin lives on the beach.

“Have you ever been to Disneyland?” the cousin asks. “What about Jag-Z’s house?”

When Storm turns one year old, he’s in Lebanon. His mother claims he’s been here before. Obviously, he doesn’t remember. He is one year old, and he has been to twenty-four racetracks. And Lebanon.

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They are faster. Storm doesn’t need to race them to know. His cousin has diamond-encrusted headlights just because he can. He wears gold instead of chrome. And he can drive 400 kilometers an hour. Storm’s not even sure how fast that is, because kilometers mean nothing to him, but he’s a racecar. He knows speed when he sees it. He knows horsepower when he hears it. And he can feel it through the road, into his tires, into the core of him.

They’d never make it 600 miles, though. Not in the dense muggy heat of North Carolina, no sea breeze. No breaks.

“Why would anyone do that?” asks a different cousin, incredulous.

Storm hates them, because supercars aren’t cars; not really. Not according to him. Putting wheels on something doesn’t make it a car.

Fun fact: Half the cars in the stands in North Carolina think the same of him. All the Next-Gens. “Stock cars,” indeed. The other half probably don’t think even think something like McQueen is a real car. Again, not really.

“He doesn’t really… belong here,” says yet another cousin. She’s a contortion of metal that doesn’t seem like a car at all. She’s the fastest. She looks at him, and it’s a mixture of pity and resignation.

Storm’s an adult. He’s a superstar. And he needs babysitting.

And maybe that’s not what she said at all. She was speaking too fast for Storm to understand, and it’s then Storm realizes why his mother thinks he’s an idiot. She’s always spoken to him like one. It’s really not his fault he hit the road with IGNTR and guess what! Newsflash: Talladega doesn’t have a lot of Arabic speakers. Neither does Daytona. Charlotte. Kansas. Phoenix.

And now he can’t understand what this stupid girl is saying.

“The movie we want to see is in Arabic. Based on a Kahlil Gibran book,” she says. “We don’t think you’d understand it.”

“Oh, Kahlil Gibran,” Storm replies airily, in English. He hasn’t figured out how to be skillfully sarcastic in Arabic. “He’s a legend. Right up there with Dean Koontz.”

There’d been a Koontz novel in the LAX bookstore, discounted 70% and collecting dust.

“Who?” asks the cousin.

Storm mimes haughty shock.

–

There’s a story that everyone in the garage kind of knows, about McQueen and some terrible desert town and whatever it is he’d learned there. Or at least, McQueen seems to assume everyone knows it, and everyone gives a damn. Storm is sure he’s not the only one who doesn’t. At all.

But stranded in Beirut, which is not in a desert and is not a small town, that’s what comes to mind.

If Storm has any stories to bring back, they all end the same way.

He wants to get out of here.

–

His mother cries when they leave. Out and out weeps. Storm’s mother doesn’t cry about anything, ever, but she cries when they leave Beirut. She’s been living in America for thirteen years and Lebanon is the only home she feels she’ll ever have. If it weren’t for Storm’s father, she’d never leave it. Storm’s father is the only thing she loves more than her motherland, and sometimes Storm wonders if even that is true. Maybe she’ll disappear into some casino in Jounieh and he’ll never see her again.

She’s self-conscious about her emptiness, when it’s just the two of them parked in first-class. “You wouldn’t understand,” she says. “You can’t.”

She’s right.

–

“Welcome home,” Gale beams. She meets them on track at Daytona. Qualifying for the Florida 500 is in a week.

When Storm lays down an all-time track record during practice, RSN says he’s marking his territory. He’s the Piston Cup’s youngest, newest champion, and he’s coming home to roost. He’s the king of the superspeedway.

“And also holds track records at multiple intermediate and short tracks on the schedule,” Bob Cutlass clarifies. “Not just superspeedways.”

Darrell Cartrip guffaws. “Heck, put Stormy boy on anything, and he’ll make it a superspeedway!”

When Cartrip talks about Daytona, Storm’s pretty sure his voice breaks. If he had to live an ocean away from Daytona, he’d probably cry too. It’s the home of the Piston Cup, after all. And Cartrip bleeds race fuel.

–

Home. Home home home. It’s all anyone ever talks about.

–

McQueen shows up eventually. When he talks he sounds even more homespun than Storm remembers him, as though he’s spent his off-season buried in a southern swamp somewhere, befriending the Piston Cup’s lowest common denominators. Given the sporty yellow thing and the rusty old truck in tow, this probably isn’t untrue.

–

“You don’t belong– on this track–!” Storm grits out, fender to fender with that sporty yellow thing. He says it because it’s true. He belongs here; she can’t. This is the only place he belongs.

And then, at the finish line, he doesn’t.

–

He doesn’t.

–

He’s never felt like the world was so far away.

–

When he returns to Los Angeles after the race, his mother is in town. She’s discussing business, catching lunch with Storm’s agent, his contracts attorney. That she and Storm cross paths is sheer coincidence. She hadn’t exactly penciled him in.

She’s polished and detailed, immaculately presentable and not at all the woman crying into magazines, weeping streaks across her windshield 41,000 feet above sea level. But Storm thinks maybe, just maybe, that might be their common ground. What he’d felt, he still doesn’t know, he can’t really tell. But she’s his mother, after all. Maybe if she–

Storm narrows his eyes. Maybe she could be useful to him for once in her life.

“Good morning, habibi,” she says absently, still scanning over some papers.

He wants her to look up. To look at him.

He wants her help. He wants her to explain his feelings to him, tell him she understands. She can talk about his stupid uncle if she wants to. Even the cousins. He feels stupid wanting any of that.

When Storm’s mother finally looks up, she takes one glance and says, “Oh, stop. You lost a race, not a country.”

She doesn’t look up again.

#jackson storm #cars 3 #pixar cars #cars fandom #arab american storm #another headcanon i'll keep speaking from my grave #another fic where you write it and you think #ah yes #tumblr. i'll take my usual: a table for one #whipple words #asks

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violeteyedmedium · 7 years ago

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Writing prompt: instead of leaving after final resting place, juno just bring breakfast the next morning/peter goes to his office like "youre not getting away from me that easily detective" please i just got real sad about final resting place again idc which one

The first light of morning was only just beginning to break when Peter Nureyev woke up. He laid there sleepy, ignorant, and blissful for several minutes before he rolled over and reached out for a man who wasn’t there. He sat upright in bed and looked around, suddenly anxious. Maybe Juno was in the shower, that would explain the missing clothes on the floor. He could hear the sound of water running though. No lights on, no note left behind, no trace of the man Peter was in love with. Peter was, not unlike before all this had started, alone.

He fell back onto the bed with a thud and just stared at the ceiling weighing his options. He could chase after him, confront him, and make him explain himself. Then again, Peter had said if Juno never wanted to see him again that he would just leave without him. In hindsight the explanation for Juno’s disappearance was obvious. He saw Peter kill his own father. Peter was the reason he had gotten mixed up with Miasma in the first place, and he was the reason Juno had lost his eye. He had given Juno an ultimatum, leave with me, or never see me again. He had unwittingly pushed Juno away, without even seeing it until it was too late.

He felt something heavy building in his chest, something he’d never bothered to feel in the last twenty or so years. Guilt. It made it hard to breathe or move, he was grieving the loss of yet another person whose life was in ruins because Peter Nureyev had touched it. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes, right when he heard the door opening. He mentally scrambles to shove all of these feelings into a box as Juno walks through the door with what looks like bags from a local fast food chain.

Peter closes his eyes quickly and struggles to try to look asleep. He had just been crying though, so other than the tears already making their way down his cheeks he looked asleep. He hoped Juno bought it.

“I know you’re awake,” Juno said. Somehow Peter kept forgetting he was a detective and that observation was his job. Even with one eye he was astute as ever.

“Mm, am I?” He asked, still refusing to open his eyes.

“Yeah. Your face is too tense and you don’t normally lay on that side,” Juno replied. Noted. Peter sat up and turned around again.

“How do you know how I normally sleep?” He asked.

“I’ve been sleeping next to you for weeks, Nureyev. You think I wouldn’t pick up on something like that?” He pauses, “I got us breakfast. It’s probably not what you’re used to because you’re fancy and all that.”

He sets the bags on the nightstand and kneels on the bed to get a better look at Peter. He reaches out a hand and gently, gentler than Peter’s ever seen him, touches the side of his face. His hand comes away wet. He studies it for a second and looks like he’s thinking about where he wants to go with this.

“…. have you been crying?” He asks him to ascertain whether or not he’s ready to talk about it.

“… no.” Peter didn’t want to talk about it. All that fear he’d just felt, all that grief, it wasn’t rational anyways. If he stopped to think for even a moment he catastrophized, it’s what he’s always done.

“… okay. Well. I’m.. here for you?” It came out as more of a question, “No wait, I just, I mean that if you ever wanted to talk about it, I know. I understand. I mean I’ve never been in your exact situation so I. I was in the tomb too. Not that you ever really have to talk about it, I mean, I don’t really… you know what? I’m going to shut up now.”

Juno thought this was about the tomb. Peter had thoroughly suppressed all of that experience and he wasn’t about to confront it in that moment, so he was alright on that front. Juno was sweet to worry though, he didn’t know Juno could be sweet. He smiles at him, one of those smiles that makes Juno look at him like he were a sky full of stars. He wanted Juno to always look at him like that.

“I know what you mean, Juno. It’s alright,” his voice was soft. Juno looked relieved he didn’t have to explain himself.

“I know, I didn’t really, uh, say it last night or anything. But I,” he looked frustrated with himself for a second, “I chickened out of saying I love you. And that’s not really good of me. So I wanted to just tell you upfront, I don’t know if I can say it right now. It’s hard to get the words out and obviously it’s hard for me to find the words I want to say. I have… issues, with getting too attached to people. And I do, y’know, feel about you a lot-“

“Juno, this is too painful to watch. I understand, you don’t have to say anything you’re uncomfortable with saying. Just so long as you’re with me, that will be enough,” that was the truth. Juno never had to say he loved Peter, as long as he would stay. He looked so in love with Peter in that moment, like he was the center of his universe, and Peter wondered why he was ever worried Juno would leave him.

“So when do we leave today?”

#the penumbra podcast #tpp #juno steel #peter nureyev #my writing #ahdkdhjs I love how many fix it fics there are for the final resting place #hot take: Peter has anxiety #jupeter

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survivorgalaxysedge · 4 years ago

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Episode 6 | Your Social Game Is On 0! - MJ

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WHOOPS I KINDA DID THAT, SORRY KEEGAN, YOU DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG I JUST NEED EVERYONE ON THIS TEAM TO BE BFFS WITH ME

also just realized that at final 13 i know well over half of the people in the game..... love that for me!! -close with ali, jonathan, and zoe over here both separately & together -mj obvs -cindi and jay are known quantities -jules is great too -so only ones i don’t know.... silver, zach, asya, nathan & jessie i know i can work with at least half of the ones i know, probably more - only real question mark is cindi cuz she was a little sus originally, and jay i hope is still good but i think he and keegan were close so might have to work on explaining that one. but overall, i feel pretty well set for merge whenever it gets here, and hopefully the next couple votes can get rid of some of those ones i don’t know. onward and upward! we’ll see!!!

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I don't really do much text confessionals but I just ranted in my host chat so I'm sending it here. ~~This Round~~ this round is gonna be fun, so much fun, and I won't have to do like any gameplay because I think regardless the trian tribe is going to tribal and I wanna see how that plays out, and then if my tribe goes to tribal I'm gonna dip out using my safety without power and let silver kill an og circi since he's gonna pull out that extra vote however, if asya or jules have an advantage / if mj flips that's fine with me too. I'm still debating playing the solar eclipse. I want to cause chaos, and for what? For no reason. *Moments Later* I spun a wheel to determine what I will do this round, and it landed on not playing the solar eclipse and noping out. that's what I'm doing. now you may ask for the strategic value of letting a circi die? Well, if a Circi goes (or two circis go if it's an andro/circi tribal), I'm suddenly 1/2 of my OG tribe left. People may want to pick me up and use me as a number since I will have no allegiance to anyone. This puts me in a lowkey kind of decent position if I lie and say I was gonna be voted out if I didn't safety w/o power. Also playing a safety without power and claiming the magnet would statistically mean I am less likely to have other advantages since other people had searches stockpiled for the swap I'll probably test the waters for a bit after immunity results and then play the magnet to make it look like it wasn't planned and I just got a bad feeling. In other words: I'm turning the crackhead dial-up, it's time for fun! I swear to god if we don't merge after this round I will scream. ~~Planning for the Future~~ oh my god it could be a 10 person merge. because the merge episode is usually episode 8. we're on 6 but that wouldn't make sense to prevent a 5 > 1 person tribe from occurring and 5 votes in a swap seems like a bit much. I feel like at this point I know I probably won't win this game but I'm gonna give them hell while I'm here playing well is boring People on this cast that will probably try to kill me: Cindi, Jay, Nathan, Maybe Jesse? I haven't really spoken much to MJ or Silver, chances are my closest ally is going home this round, Zoe Jonathan and Ari may pick me up if I'm from a minority tribe but dump me very quickly. From my POV the cards are not in my favor, all I have are my advantages so the path of chaos is more beneficial plus I'm sure it's spread I'm pretty good at immunities in merge so they're gonna try to take me out early on like round 1 or 2, So if I want any chance I need to play the following way Since I cannot depend on social connections as much as I normally would 1. Make sure my existing social connections are voted out so that I am not in the group where I don't have the best social connections but I have enough that it is worrisome 2. Play my advantages early in merge if I don't win immunity, cementing myself as a big target 3. Convince people that nobody will take me deep into the game because I have placed myself in the position of a big target 4. Try to get the people that would be 100% against me voted out, while also watching Andro tribe majority. Basically making Andro and Trian fight each other 5. Win immunities near the end and somehow make it deep??? That's my best case scenario at this point in my opinion.

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So like we won immunity . Wow see what happens when we actually try? Isn’t that nice . Idc who goes really I can make new bonds or whatever with people if silver goes but in the ideal scenario he will stay. But tbh I have no power over what happens tonight so I don’t care. Hoping merge happens next

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ok so i have a little cute vote chat for me jules and mj. mj is spilling EVERYTHING abt his OG tribe including how they blindsided my wife pippa... rude. also abt his idol searches. he's a smart cookie and one to watch for but i also like him and need friends so<3

THIS SUCKS SO MUCHHHHHH ALI I AM SO SORRY

Having to remind myself that is entirely okay to be vengeful and even be blinded by revenge in these games. I've become way too soft for these things in the past couple of years. As of right now, tonight's tribal council should be 2-1-1, since Zach is skipping -- 2 votes for Silver (Asya, Jules), 1 vote Jules (Silver), and 1 vote Asya (me). If Silver's 50/50 coin lands on SAFE, the it’ll tie between Aysa and Jules and I think I’ll get auto-eliminated if it’s rocks instead of a 1v1 tiebreaker, and I’m OK with that I think! If it lands on NOT SAFE then Silver is leaving, period! And Silver deserves to leave, and I shouldn't feel nervous about taking this shot, no matter if it backfires or not. It makes me feel icky to think that Nathan, Jessie, and Silver were in cahoots from the very start and I didn't care enough to control my own game because I've become too accustomed to jellyfishing my way through ORGs to avoid being pinpointed as a leader or strategist. I'm putting my foot down tonight. I'm taking this shot and if it works, then it's merely the beginning of the end for half of the remaining cast as far as I'm concerned. If it backfires, then oh well, at least I tried something here. NO REGRETS! Anyway, just had the first alliance call with Aysa and Jules and it was great! Good vibes! We just chit-chatted and discussed strategy and previous dynamics. It will be a shame if we don’t get to push forward together after tonight. I’m also telling Silver right now not to play the 50/50 befcause if it doesn’t land on safe then the vote will be 3-2 if Aysa is lying; and if Aysa is telling the truth then he’s wasting a power that he could have later on. It kinda makes no sense for him to use the 50/50 considering the information he’s being told. I’m fine with pitching this to him because he said he was 100% gonna use it anyway, so me telling him not to will either leave things the same or result in him not using it at all. There’s no losing there. The only way to lose is if it lands on safe. The savage in me is saying, no MJ don’t let yourself get auto-eliminated if things go south, CUT JULES! And I realize that that’s exactly how I should be thinking given the first two lines of this confessional!!! But I wanna be a risk taker. I’m fine with this blowing up because the potential reward is greater than me being auto-eliminated. + Jack was rocked out last season so it would be cute to match that if it comes down to it! I hope it doesn’t, but it’s fine either way. I feel like this game owes me. Silver's 50/50 will not land on safe.

ALSO on this alliance call, I was informed that the adventure reset?!?!?!?! AND I HAVEN'T DONE THEM IN A WEEK???? LMFAOOOOO anyway.

AHHHH why did I volunteer to go first in the challenge ugh I remembered the wrong shit lol. But this tribal I dont think I have to use my 50/50 since asya doesn't wanna go to rock so she'll vote Jules with us. So yeah I think I'll be ok. Asya told me Jules is voting MJ. I'm just hoping this isnt gonna be a big blindside towards me but yeah wish me luck

okay, here's the plan. silver has the glowing orb 50/50 coin thing. i expect him to play it. silver's voting me. im voting silver and so is asya. mj is king of the key here. if mj votes silver and the orb makes him safe, then im gone. if mj votes asya (hang on, ive just had a realization and just had to sit in silence for a while whilst i process it.) okay. if mj votes asya and the coin makes silver safe, it'll be 2-1-1, with a tie between me and asya. which im just now realizing could send it to rocks where mj would be the one leaving............. boy howdy, sure wish i knew how to count. okay, yeah. we'll just hope that the coin lands on NOT SAFE -or- he doesnt play it at all. mj and asya are telling him that they're voting me out, so maybe he'll feel comfy enough not to use it. i dont WANT asya to be voted out, but it's better than me or mj being the vote. if mj gets rocked out by default because i didnt realize how to count....... oops!!! but silver has a bunch of advantages, so him getting voted out would flush those out. asya has an immunity shard and id like to think that she'd will it to me if she gets voted out, but eye dee kay!

AHHH sorry this is coming so late but I've had a busy busy few days, and luckily I've avoided tribal during this time lol So before I was feeling a bit shaky on this tribe, I felt like everyone was more connected to each other than to me. But as it turns out, that's completely untrue and I feel very at the center of this tribe. Nathan and I have had multiple long talks recently where we've decided that we want to stick together deep into this game, and he's given me some info about how he and Silver gave up their immunity shards to Jessie, so she has an idol now. Cindi and I have a connection from our original tribe too and I've been keeping up on that relationship too. I gave her a clue I found during an expedition but nothing really came of it since it's, as far as I can tell, impossible to decipher. If we did end up going to tribal, I would have made a push to take out Jessie TBH, even though she has the idol. I feel like even if Nathan wasn't for it, they'd go for Cindi and not me. But luckily that doesn't matter because we're immune and likely heading for a merge in the next 30 minutes. And if not a merge, than another swap bc I think y'all hosts anticipated that one tribe could have lost all of the last 3 immunities and I don't think you want a 2 person tribe at the f11. But yeah I feel really good about my place in the game, I want Nathan to be my shield for the time being bc he's so vocal and strategic that he will always be a target ahead of me.

I have put so much work in to stay

I BETTER STAY

All this fighting for nothing smh <3 it is not looking good

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