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hihi! could i request an izumi x fem!reader where they just got married, and izumi has always wanted his children running around for the longest time, and just imagining his wife’s belly round and full of his children gets him acting up (in other words, he has a huge breeding kink)- so one fateful night, he creates a super romantic environment in their shared bedroom, and things escalate as he vows to fill her up with his kids ;) perhaps a timeskip at the end where izumi gets his wish of seeing his wife full if that’s not too much!

“‘M gonna fill you up~”

synopsis — it may not be obvious, but izumi wants a certain something... from you. so one fateful night, he decides to take action. [izumi sena x fem! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. top! izumi, penetration, breeding, nicknames, body worship, izumi somehow being a fluffy yet sexy man, chaotic leo at the end

authors note — IZUMI GIVE ME ONE CHANCE- uh, ignore that. Anyways, YES I AGREE 100 PERCENT THIS MAN IS A CHILD LOVER and breeder. Ahem, but thank you anon for the detailed request, this was really nice to do!

word count — 1849

EVEN WHEN THE TWO OF YOU HAD JUST GOTTEN MARRIED, THIS WAS ONE OF THE FIRST THINGS ON HIS MIND.

You wouldn’t even expect it. How does a person like Izumi Sena, a seemingly rough and high-classed individual, have a liking towards children? Well, to be specific, your children.

Children that would make the two of them parents. Children that would force them to wake them up in the morning for school, make lunches for them, entertain them during the evening, and settle them for bed at night. Children that were really either a pain in the ass or angels in disguise.

Izumi couldn’t stop daydreaming about that.

Of course, this was putting a lot on his plate. Being a model and an idol was enough. Being a father to young kids? Well...

When this idea first popped into his mind (Which was roughly a week later from the wedding), he had decided to not bring the topic up until he was perfectly sure that it would work out, simple or not. He wasn’t worried that you would bring up the topic yourself. In fact, you have explicitly stated that whatever he chose for the two of them, you would tag along immediately. Sometimes Izumi would look at you and just imagine toddlers clutching onto your legs, wide curious eyes staring up at you as you educated them sweetly.

It was his go-to during boring periods of time. During the day, of course. But as he came home from work and was exhausted from small jobs, his dream took a slight turn.

Oh, how beautiful you would look with your stomach bulging from his seed, eyes ridden with lust and love as he would continue to come inside of you again and again, so much that it would spill out and coat your thighs. The idea of literally fucking children into you, well, it was enough for Izumi to go through the night alone whenever he had to travel for work.

The week turned into a month, and he was getting more impatient by the second.

He wanted to have children with you. Now.

You were getting home from work after a late shift, yawning as you fumbled with your keys. Unlocking the door and stepping inside your house, you almost cried in relief as the familiar scent of your home washed through you. After a long week, you were extremely glad that you had a break to recollect your sanity lost from your job.

You tossed your coat and shoes to the side, barely noticing that a familiar pair was already on the rack. Throwing your bag onto the couch and shuffling into the kitchen, you prepared to make dinner for yourself and Izumi until something caught your eye.

“Hm...? Uh, Izumi?” Blinking and confirming that his belongings was indeed there, you called out for your husband. “You’re home?”

Footsteps resounded from the hallway, and the silver-hair male drifted into the kitchen, giving you a rather tight squeeze and a kiss to your cheek. “Hey, love,” He greeted. “Sorry, I was doing something...”

You let out an amused hum, shifting to get the pans. Izumi stayed rather close to you, almost hovering above you as you tried to get dinner ready. “I’m surprised that they let you out early, hun.”

“Yeah, well,” Letting out a small snort, Izumi placed a hand on his hip. “Since I’m the only one in charge of my schedule now, nobody has to tell me where I need to be. But... I did have to convince the photographer to have me get my pictures done early.”

Laughing out loud, you softly slapped a hand against his shoulder as you passed him to look into the cabinet. “What is so special about today that you had to come home early?”

Blush started to dust his cheeks, his blue gaze wavering. “Uh...”

A shocked, amused noise left you, your eyes wide with humor as you stood up straight, lifting a small bottle of pink perfume.

“Izumi? What’s this? Did Arashi forget where the makeup cabinet was?”

“No!” Rushing, he slid over and snatched the bottle out of your hands. “No, no no. Uh, first of all, that woman is never allowed in our house. Second of all, why are you laughing?”

You shook your head, trying to calm down your chuckles. “Nothing, nothing~ just never thought you liked those rose perfumes. What are you doing with them, hm? Did-”

“I want to have kids.”

Izumi stared at you, your expression going slack as your arms lowered to your sides. “Huh?”

He grabbed your hands and lifted them up, his gaze confident. “I want to have kids,” He repeated. “I want children. I want to be a father. I want to bre-”

“Really?!” An excited gasp left you, your hands ripping away from his as they covered your mouth. “You’re not joking?!”

“Why would I be?”

“Izumi!” You squealed. “This is amazing! I never thought that somebody like you would like having kids running around... babe, this is so sweet!”

The silver-haired male nodded quickly. “Yes yes, I really do.”

“So what, do you want them later on or-”

“Now.” Cutting you off, he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. “I want them. Right now.”

...

“Mmm~ love you Izu...”

The rose perfume that you had found earlier drifted through the air, almost cloaking you two in a comfortable blanket as you and Izumi laid on the bed. Your husband had really went all out. Scented candles were set on the window side, the curtains drawn as the last rays of the sun hit both of your naked body figures. He had even planned for after sex, a small cup of water sitting on your nightstand along with a calming playlist set on his phone (And there were several pregnancy tests under the bed, but you weren’t able to find them yet).

“‘M gonna fill you up so good~” He breathed out, brushing his lips against the base of your neck. One hand slowly fingered you, making sure you were ready and perfectly comfortable. “Right? Princess?”

You moaned out a ‘yes’, your eyes half-lidded as you stared back up at him. After prepping you thoroughly and tasting your juices, he dived in for a kiss as he entered into you. He swallowed your string of moans, his tongue exploring your mouth as he slowly continued to grind into you.

You broke away from him with a gasp, a string of saliva connecting your plump lips. “Please, Izumi-”

“I got you, love,” He groaned, resting his head on your shoulder as he started thrusting. He wanted to keep his composure for as long as he could, for the sake of you, but he underestimated how good you felt. Your tight, warm walls were swallowing him up, almost tantalizing him to break. He scrunched his eyes shut, trying to focus on your pleasure as he gradually quickened his pace.

Your lips were pressed together tightly, your moans coming out in hums as your eyes fluttered close. Izumi sighed loudly, his hands wrapping around your body.

“You look so beautiful under me, princess,” He groaned, his eyes clouded with hunger as he started to fuck you at a steady pace. Your fingers clutched onto his back, swallowing all the pleasure up as he gave it to you. “You’re gonna look good- so good- with my children inside of you~”

“M-hm!” Your breath hitched into another moan as he picked up his pace, your legs kicking up and wrapping around him. Soon enough your lips parted, all the muffled noises clear in Izumi’s ear as he pressed you against the sheets.

A curse left his lips, his movements becoming jerky as he came close to his high. With a sharp moan and his grip tightening on you, he poured his hot load into you. The feeling of him coming into you caused your insides to tighten, coming undone right after him.

Izumi pressed a hand on your pelvis, his eyes staring down at you as if he was imagining something. His movements didn’t stop, keeping his moderate pace as he continued to fuck you. Your moans got louder as he pushed you towards your sensitivity point, but this is what you were expecting. Wrapping your arms and legs tighter around his own sweaty figure, you hummed against his collarbone, pressing your lips against it.

The rose perfume was soon overpowered by the scent of sex, and the noises let out by the two of you increased. As you began to lose energy, Izumi seemed to gain it. Finally, after so long, he had you right where he wanted you. Thankfully, being the considerate person you were even when your mind was in shambles, you didn’t try to stop him nor pull away. You took what he gave you.

Izumi let out a stuttered moan as he came into you again... possibly the fourth, fifth try. His seed now decorated your hole and thighs, making you look like the most beautiful thing in his opinion. As he caught eye contact with you, he reached over to give you another kiss, one of his hands reaching to the back of your head to get you closer to him.

“F’sure... you’re gonna have my kids...”

And if not tonight, then tommorrow. And if not tomorrow, the next day. Now that Izumi was given permission, he wouldn’t stop until he was confirmed with a kid of his own.

---

“Ucchuuuu~ is anybody in there?”

A head of flaming orange hair was pressed against you, talking nonsense. Leo Tsukinaga, being the clown he was, tried (and failed) to converse with your swollen stomach.

“Get- get away from her!” Izumi shooed off his friend, scowling as his unitmate let out a loud laugh. “Don’t corrupt my kid!”

You let out a chuckle of your own. “It’s alright, love. He’s just poking fun.”

Tsukasa glanced at you as you straightened your posture, a quick expression of pain flashing through your face. “When are you expecting?”

“A few- ooh- weeks or so,” You let out a breathy laugh. “I have a feeling she’s gonna come earlier, though.”

“It’s a girl?!”

“He’s a she?!”

Arashi and Leo spoke over each other, one looking delighted while the other betrayed. The blonde skipped over to you, grabbing your hands and pumping them up and down. “Yay! More girls in the family! I promise that I’ll be the best big sister ever!”

“It was supposed to be a boy!” Leo wailed, ignoring Izumi’s glare. “He was going to be my partner in crime!”

“No, he wouldn’t be,” The silver-haired male snapped back.

Ritsu waltzed over, taking a seat next to you. “No matter the gender, we’ll all accept her. Congrats, Izuchan, [name].”

Arashi coddled him, exclaiming how he was finally being the supporting human he was supposed to be. In the midst of it you caught Izumi’s eye, and you softly grinned at him.

Your husband hid a flustered smile of his own, blushing with slight embarrassment.

You look so cute holding my kids.

#enstars #enstars smut #ensemble stars smut #ensemble stars #izumi sena x reader #izumi sena #izumi sena smut #THIS WAS SO FLUFFY I LOVE IT

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genshingarbage · 2 years

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Happy To Help.

[One-Shot] ||Light NSFW||

Lovesick Ayato x Reader

Not much to say with this one, just recently been having a lot of thoughts on Ayato. Maybe because he treated me so nice during his banner lmao anyway, here's a one-shot, headcannon? I guess lmao - Mod Diluc

You're the only thing on his mind.

You drive him crazy, really you do.

Countless nights wasted on trying to figure out what exactly about you is so endearing to him.

(Nights that should be spent on preparing for his next meetings and proposals. So many deadlines due but they all are left unattended when the thoughts of you plague him.)

Is it the way you dress and speak? Elegant in appearance yet fierce with those double edged words of yours.

Fascinating.

Holding your posture with such dignity, such poise. Commendable.

You're the perfect description of what a woman should be. To him at least.

But this needy behaviour that's grown part of him? Shameful.

The desperation to hear your voice and see your face, the hopeful desires to steal a glance of your thighs, your skin, those lips-

Honestly! This has to stop, you have to stop whatever cruel joke you're tugging him along in right now.

He's never one to shy away from mind games when political warfare kicks off between the clans, its where he thrives.

But this? Mind games of the heart and emotions he keeps hushed down beneath calming waves?

Untouched territory he wishes to leave dormant for eternity.

So often he plays the master puppeteer that this new foreign feeling of having his string pulled for once, is numbing him to his everyday obligations.

Simple way to stop this unruly behaviour of his however, no longer allow you visitation rights to his estate.

Cancel all bindings he has with you and your businesses, refuse his sister (bless her poor mind for trying to understand the situation.) The opportunity to see you.

Once he's cut you out his life he can begin to move on, to heal, its really the only way for him to ever be cured of this consistent throb of his heart whenever you're close.

He'd already began to make the notes and actions required to cancel all contact with you, until you came sauntering into his office, right then an there-

"Mr.Kamisato~" your voice sing-songs into his spacious office.

Hurried shuffling of papers and pens were greeted to you as you watched the pale blue haired commissioner shove the papers into his drawer, a dusted pink across his cheeks as he clears his throat finally meeting your gaze.

"Y/N? W- Ahem." The man's voice cracked in tone which caused him to cease his sentence.

Swiftly adjusting the clothes that adorn round his neck he inhales deeply, recollecting his prior demeanour of laid back and sophisticated.

"Miss L/N, what brings you here today?" He says sternly but with that signature smile of his painted perfectly across his face.

Your brow raises at the display you just witnessed but you merely roll your eyes in blissful unawareness to the situation.

"I was coming by to ask if your younger sister, the young lady of the estate, is free to go for a stroll later on tonight, accompanied by me of course." You say it all so politely, that innocent smile on you. The exact one that gives Ayato those annoying momentary shut downs of his brain functioning correctly.

You're so tempting and alluring without trying or even realising, really he was astonished. You never failed to impress him.

"Oh? A stroll you say? And where would this stroll lead the two of you ladies?" He keeps his captivating gaze locked onto you, the smile never leaving, his tone peaking in height ever so slightly, almost feigning interest to your proposal. The teasing games he played with you never stopped entertaining him.

A small pout forms on your lips-

Cu- Stop. Inwardly he groans to himself.

A nervous chuckle leaves your lips at the sudden interrogation being thrown at you by the young Commissioner, awkwardly shuffling your weight from one foot to the other as your hand scratches in a fidgeting manner on the back of your neck as you scramble for a response, damn him for always being so involved with his younger sisters ordeals!

It is hard enough talking to him about the small business partnership you have with the attractive older man, but to pile on to it you have to address him with any and all outgoings you plan with Ayaka, and of course he's got to be bloody handsome too! Ugh! Think! He is looking right at you, ughhhh!

"W-well, no where too far, I just know how much she loves to wander and sight see, so I thought it would be a nice surprise to take her on a stroll is all." You said sheepishly, trying to look more intact that you were currently feeling inside.

Ayato shifts his weight casually while sitting in his chair, having had his fingers intertwined this whole time to be used for a chin rest, allowing him to remain propped up and eyes solely on you. Displaying an act of interest and curiosity as you speak, merely to disguise his treacherous thoughts that delve into too dangerous a water for him.

"I see." is all he says, so stoic, so monotone, no hint of what is really running a thousand miles through his mind right now.

Oh how he cries inside at the thoughts of him stealing a kiss, brushing his hand against your thigh, any contact that would make your breath run from your lungs, to see that flustered cute pink tone that dusts your cheek so innocently.

Another moment claws by painstakingly too slow for your liking, the room suddenly feels much more smaller, and hotter too...

This tension, you couldn't decipher its origin, does he truly have such a distaste to you hanging around his younger sister? You have been warned about how the young Commissioner can be to those that try get too close to his sister, but surely you had not given him a reason to give you those intimidating looks, that heavy stare, drowning in... something.

It simply becomes too much, this silent treatment topped with the unbearable suffocation of tension overwhelms you to the point you feel like you're about to fry.

With a gentle sigh and a polite, curt bow you close your eyes briefly and reopen them with a soft smile, no malice, no harshness, just pure, unfiltered kindness.

"I understand Lord Kamisato, I shall take my leave now-"

"Understand what," - His stern voice is quick to respond, almost too quick. His hand is now open in a flat palm gesture, as if trying to summon the excuse from you from sheer will alone. - "exactly?"

You swallow down slowly, your skin suddenly starting to tingle, the heat from your cheeks becomes a dusted pink, and you must be going delirious from this stifling ordeal because you could've sworn you just heard a strangle whimper escape the young Commissioner's lips.

Slowly he rises from his chair, his presence becoming all the more weighted around you as his figure grows in height, devastatingly so, seeing him behind that office desk so much really does allow one to forget just how tall of a man the remarkable Lord is, huh?

As he begins his slow circle around his desk, one step drawn out longer than one before as he does you find yourself frozen solid to the ground, in fear? No, excitement, maybe just nervousness? It was all such a blur to you.

It did not help that the sun had begun to set in Inazuma, the sky becoming a mixture of orange and pink hues, allowing for the small dim of light still prying through the flawlessly designed glass window, to perfectly accentuate just how mesmerising that intense purple glow of his eyes really is.

"Well? Miss L/N, I am waiting for your response." His voice seems to fill the room now, the room that seems to grow smaller and smaller around you. Your nervousness takes the better grip on you and you begin to fidget with your fingers, hands pressed hard into your lower abdomen from the hesitancy aiding your silence.

His eyes dart to your actions and a small sly smirk creeps onto his lips, how cute you truly were, he had no idea that when put under this type of pressure you could crumble so easily. Perhaps in broader topics such as business deals and trading talks you are as fierce a hunter as he is, but here, you were clearly in foreign territory-

which by default, makes you prey. His prey.

He was teasing you, you wasn't blind or stupid, this was another one of his games, you knew up close and personal just how much the young Lord loved his teasing games, business or leisure related, but your mind drew a total blank when trying to conclude what his end goal here was.

You knew what you wished it was, what you spent countless nights fantasising over, but this was not your dream, you were not asleep, this was real and happening. So instead of allowing yourself to be whisked up into one of his more than likely cruel games you clear your throat, swallowing the lump that had began to make home and spoke clearly.

"You have made it no guessing game that you dislike my company, around you and your sister, Lord Kamisato. I am sorry for whatever I did to gouge such a disliking to me, but you avoid my meetings as much as possible with you when deals are in planning between our businesses-" - as you rattle on with the never ending list of reasons its blatantly -and painfully- obvious he dislikes you, the man being held accountable for all accusations begins to close the gap between you and him step, by, step.

"Not to mention you always send your housekeeper, Thoma I believe is his name yes? The boy from Mondstadt; yes him, he seems to always be lurking around when me and Ayaka ever decide to just hang about." Your eyes narrow as you begin to agitate yourself with the list that never ends, as if recognising yourself just how much this man despises your existence around him and his family.

You hadn't realised however, that as he drew closer you continued to stepped backwards, as if subconsciously trying to keep that distance from him, as if somehow you knew if he drew too close it could spell something, dangerous.

He is being swallowed whole by his needy intentions as you speak, he cannot help the thumping of his heart in his chest as he sees you keep your tough façade all the while backing away from his every advance, nervous little thing aren't you?

He allows you to keep drawing out your ammunition, shot after shot fired at him, and his less than kind actions toward you these past several months, you were almost right too, he has to give you credit for being so close but not quite on the bullseye. A few mistakes that need to be corrected however, and he is more than happy to help.

"I am sorry for overstaying my welcome, I am sorry for being such a hassle and a burden, I will take my leave now and you will never have to see my face again, your message is loud and clear Lord Kamisato." You spit the final words from you, your anger now liquid fire in your veins, the audacity of this man, how had you let it go by for so long? Why did you continue to stick around where someone clearly despises you.

You know exactly why...

Because a small part of you begged to the darkness that it was your imagination, that the man you dream about and lust over so shamefully doesn't hate you so. But the game is finally over now, and you have come out, a loser, like you always knew you would.

Your back finally pressed against the door, your head dropping down, gaze stuck to the floor at your shoes. The sadness making you sink deeper, all the smiles, laughs and jokes, all the exchanges of pleasantries and countless attempts to offer him to join you and Ayaka on those walks, clearly they were nothing to him but more fuel for this twisted game of his.

You sigh, defeated.

You go to turn your face and body to open the door and leave now, only to damn near jump out your skin when a hand smacks abruptly against your face, the palm flat out against the door.

You quickly turn your attention back to the young Commissioner and then it dawns on you like bricks in bag being dropped onto your head.

You're trapped.

Caged in, by his large, well built frame, his arms locked into place either side your head, his eyes glowing still with that undiscernible hunger swirling deep within.

He is close, too close.

Your mouth opens, desperately trying to find words, any words, something, say something!

Just as quick as your words come to mind- they fizzle back down into nothingness. What can you even say right now?

The young Commissioner glares down at you still, his eyes drinking in your every inch of skin, the way he shamelessly lets them wander down further, catching more than an eyeful of your cleavage. The way his tongue slowly slips out, to glide along his bottom lip in a criminally suave way before allowing it to retreat back, a smirk present on his lips as they close back once again.

You finally allow your eyes to meet back within the heated crossfire of his own, his head slowly descending, his breath now hot against your face, so close, so close, so close!

"Are you done, Miss L/N?" His voice sounds hoarse now, raspy even, as his head tilts ever so slightly to the side, his brow raising into an amused quizzical expression.

"I...wh-, bu-" you stutter embarrassingly so.

"Excellent, then allow me to correct where you were wrong in those oh so venomous words of yours." he interrupts your incoherent babbling, his voice still raspy yet holding an ounce of strictness, as if clasping at what little sanity and control he had left.

"Yes, you're right, I very much do try my best to avoid you, to keep you away from my sister, I do order my housekeeper" -His hand leaves the door, the other still firmly planted, allowing his free hand to place against your shoulder where it joins your neck, the perfect juncture to let him test a light squeeze; to which you grant him a delicious sounding gasp- "Thoma, to keep track of your every move. I do all this and so very much more."

"I cannot stand being near you anymore, hearing your voice, seeing your face, your body..." His leg discreetly finds it way between yours, slotting into place between your pillow soft thighs. What is happening right now?! Your eyes widen however when feeling the brush of his knee against your clothed sex, a soft gasp leaving you again from sheer shock, a spark of mischievous desire glimmers in his eyes from your reaction, a dusted pink across your cheeks now darkening.

Acting on instinct now you lift both your hands and press at his chest, a weak and futile attempt to get the man away, to give you breathing space, but with a click of his tongue and a motion too swift for your eyes to keep track on he has both your hands pinned above your head with one of his own locking them solid, right where he wants them.

"Your attitude, so annoying, so damn... addicting." His hand now clasps your chin, strongly but with little pressure to assure he doesn't actually hurt you. How beautiful you are right now, completely trapped in all that is him, your eyes so wide with confusion and, oh my? Is that excitement he spots over your flustered face?

Oh, how delectable.

"So many nights, wasted, lost, thrown away as I think of you, just you, only ever you. You, you, you." His face begins to near your own once again, the slight shuffle you make goes unnoticed as his grip remains firm on your restrained hands, his knee pressing further into your clothed sex and lightly, so, so lightly beginning to rub.

His breath is so hot, his own cheeks now painting a faint pink across them as you feel his breathing pick up unevenly with its pace, he draws closer, purposefully allowing his lips to float with a feathery embrace past your own, along your jawbone, past your cheek and right to your ear.

The low husky growl that slips by him, reverberates against your trapped figure, and fans the heat that ever so slightly begins to pool down below.

"But it isn't because I hate you," he says with a tone too husky for your consciousness to fully grasp anymore, the senses being assaulted and overwhelmed causes you to blur things around you, leaving you in a burning dream like state, whatever spell he's casted on you, you don't want it to end.

Archons, don't let this end.

"I hate how wild you make me, how needy you leave me, desperate, shamefully pining after you,-" he continues to whisper with a raspy tone, biting your ear lobe and sucking softly, gently, making sure it stimulates but does not mark.

All as this keeps going you find your weight growing heavier on your own two feet, the struggle to stand up right suddenly dawning on you, how weak in the knees he is causing you to become, the constant delicate friction against your clothed sex driving you into a frenzy, teetering just below not enough, but floating effortlessly in certainly noticeable.

Your hands begin to clench into tight fists, the need to ground yourself becoming stifling, reality slips from you fast as you feel your heat rising, your need to feel the sweet sensation of proper fiction begins to cloud all your other judgement. Why won't he just add the tiniest bit more pressure.

Your pleading eyes meet with predatory ones now, your breath fast and uneven, more so than his own, your hands continuing to tense as your body also tenses against him, your thighs squeezing his leg, the almost sadistic smile on his face sends a shiver down your spine, his grip on your chin not faltering as he aims your face up, your eyes pricking with tears as you stare at the mans ceiling.

"Mr Kamisato, please-" he nips your ear causing you to gasp and silence yourself mid sentence.

Lifting his face up now, looking down at you, helping to form the reality he wants you to see now, that you, are his prey, his entirely, and it is entirely up to him what happens next.

"Say what I want to hear from you L/N." he demands with a stern but shaky voice, the feather light rubbing of his knee still painfully present against your now aching clothed sex, the heat pooling rapidly below.

Your brows furrow, and knit together, confused at his demand, so fried from all that is going on to be able to make proper heads or tails of any of this now, what is it he desires to hear from you?

"Ad-mit, It." he leans into your presence now, consuming you whole in his suffocating presence, willingly allowing you to drown in him as he lets his hot breath brush against your lips, those amazing lips that he is crying to kiss, but refuses to give in till given what he wants.

"Y/N, Admit it." his voice staggers and wavers now, his own resolve beginning to melt.

Then it clicks! What he desires to hear! What you thought was but a faint dream... a fantasy never to be gifted daylight...

"Ayato... I love yo-" you are not allowed to finish, your words are swallowed up entirely by Ayato, his mouth pressed tight into your own, his lips against yours as his hot tongue dances and out manoeuvres your lazy and tired one, drunk on the intensity the kiss washes you in, crashing into you like crazy waves against rocks as the tide closes in on you both, threatening to wash you both away.

His grip on your hands, on your chin leave in favour to grasp and squeeze around your waist, your plush rear, your thick thighs, anything he can let his fingers sink into, he makes sure he does, the need to grope and feel all of you, every last, inch, eating him whole, the air in your lungs leaves you, stinging.

Your own hands rake through his soft silky baby blue hair, your nails digging slightly into his scalp, a low groan leaving his lips, muffled as it is consumed along with the rest of his noises. Your own being swallowed continuously by him, neither of you allowing the other to break away, though the desperation for air grows incredibly more pressing.

His knee jerks up and presses hard into your clothed sex, a soft pliant moan escapes you as he flings his head back and up to allow a sharp inhale of air.

And here you both stand, shamelessly rutting and grinding into one another, like love sick animals, void of all dignity and composure, feverish pants, drawn out sighs and gentle moans and groans leaving the pair of you as you practically ride yourself against his knee, that he continues to graciously press and rub harder between your thighs.

Your so close, so close... so, so close. His rubbing, just the right pace, right pressure, perfect, the sounds, the gropes and touches, the closeness of him, the high you ride from finally giving into your desires for this man and seeing them whole heartedly returned back with the same animalistic hunger. Delicious.

"Do it Y/N." he growls out at you, his hands never ceasing their constant groping and squeezing, one hikes your leg up and off the floor, suspended in the air by him, allowing him to dig his knee further into your hot and achy clothed sex.

"Cum for me, Y/N." he hums lovingly right into your ear as he continues his masterful ministrations.

Hearing your name full from his lips so sinfully, sickening with the dripping twang of possessiveness from him, it could make any sane person scream.

Close, close, close-

Knock, knock.

What?

Both of your eyes widen as the noise clicks into place in your minds, how swift he is to drop your leg and move away, soft and elegant as he does, still stood there panting and dishevelled he wastes no time grasping your hand and tugging you away from the door beside him, his arm wrapping around your waist tightly, though you're not complaining, you could use the aid in keeping up right, right now.

"Who is it?" Ayato says out loud, his voice cracking slightly causing him to cough and clear it once more, and just like that he regains his sophisticated and professional demeanour.

"O-oh, hello big brother! I, may I come in?" that sweet gentle voice, you knew a mile away who it was, Ayaka.

Still slightly bewildered from all that has taken place you glance up at Ayato feeling unsure, but when you're met with a sinister grin you merely whine, knowing how much he revels in seeing you the way you are right now, so of course its no surprise when he-

"Of course my beloved little sister, come right in!" he chirps happily.

-does that.

The door creeks open and in comes the sweet younger Lady of the house, accompanied by none other than Thoma, you could just about die right now huh?

Upon seeing you, both Ayaka and Thoma widen their eyes, in a happy surprise, though surprised for sure to see you so close and 'friendly' with Lord Kamisato.

"Y/N!" Ayaka beams happily and runs over giving you a sudden hug which you laugh nervously and return, happy to see her, but... just not at this exact moment.

"What a pleasant surprise to see you, Miss Y/N." Thoma gives you his signature happy smile.

"Haha, it is so nice to see you both too!" you say back trying to show the same enthusiasm, however the heat on your face never leaves you as you're constantly feeling the tight grip of Ayato around your lower back.

"I came to ask my brother if he would be okay with me going on that stroll with you later, and Thoma asked if he could join too, would that be okay Ayato?" Ayaka stares up innocently toward her big brother, as do you, Thoma glancing from afar, nervous for some unknown reason to you and Ayaka but entirely known by the young Commissioner.

"Hmm, I do not see why not, I know how much Thoma loves to see Miss L/N, and spend time with you, Ayaka." He makes sure his eyes lock with Thomas as he emphasis the last part of his sentence, causing Thoma to blush and laugh nervously.

Ayaka claps happily, blissfully unaware of all that has taken place minutes prior to her walking into Ayato's office, she giggles exiting while calling out; "Well let us go then guys! I love star gazing with you two!"

Thoma nervously watches Ayaka leave before meeting with Ayato's gaze again, that eerie smile on the young Lords face causes shivers down his and your spine as he merely hums in amusement.

"Do keep my sister safe Thoma, I shall help young L/N catch up in a second." His hand motions for him to take his leave which he is quick to follow with a polite; "Yes, My Lord."

Your tired, dizzy, exhausted mentally and physically, confused, so damn confused, and just at a loss for anything right now.

Your mouth opens to finally ask a question, but it is shot down fast as Ayato steps away and extends his arm out in a hooked gesture.

"Care to go on a walk with me, Miss L/N?" He asks so politely, a true gentleman, or so one would believe.

You smirk, fully aware it wasn't just a passing moment of heated embrace now, that he does in fact have feelings for you as deeply as you do for him.

"Oh? Very odd for you to offer me on an evening stroll Mr Kamisato." You playfully jest back as you let your arm slide and link into place with his own.

You both begin to step out of his office to follow the pathway Ayaka and Thoma both now walk side by side down.

"Yes, well, I thought it was about time I took you up on one of those offers, after all, I pride myself on being a gentleman, and what type of gentleman would I be to allow such a beautiful young lady such as yourself to go home tonight, unattended." He gives you a flash of a dangerously flirtatious smirk, the desire still burning with in those purple eyes of his, and you swore you felt your stomach do several flips from the sight.

The night was still young after all, oh yea...

You were far from free from this game just yet.

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pikapikabloom · 2 years

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Made an interview skit with Fluffster! (Just to expand leaves more)

(read under the cut)

Interview Fluffster!

Have time for an interview?

"Oh an interview? Well I am on break so I have enough time for one."

Starts Interview

Who are you?

"Um.. My name is Fluffster Sparkleston, and I study the Bugsnax and how they interact with their ecosystems from their behaviors, physical characteristics, and how we grumpuses impact their habitat." (They claps their sleeves together happily as they said that)

➡️ Oh! So like an entomologist?

(Looks at the journalist questionably) "No??? I don't think so???? Entomologists are grumpuses that study insects in the branch of zoology. I'm a certified zoologist... I guess."

I see, apologies. Why come to Snaktooth?

(Looks down and shuffles leaves feet) "Well...um... Some famous guest coming to visit the campus and she came to me and a few of my *ahem* "colleagues" and told us about this big trip to the island, then she gave us a card and told us to give her a call. They all thought it was all a scam or a big joke but I thought different and decided to give her a call."

➡️ Thought different? How so?

"Well, the concept of creatures that are half-bug and half-snax sounds very unrealistic in common sense. But I kept thinking to myself "What if there more species beyond the average common animals we all see? Could there be a possibility of new life beyond our land" You really don't get a chance in finding new variety of animals, so the thought of different breeds on an isolated location have to be something worth knowing- Ah! Sorry about the ramble."

No worries! Thoughts on Bugsnax?

"Oh them. Well by physical appearance they look cute and has big eyes like I do, and when consumed it changes the consumer's body parts into the snax they ate, Floofty called it snakification. And by my personal observations I came to an inference that Bugsnax are just like regular old bugs but that when through periods of evolution due to the isolation that went through on the island, whatever chemicals that come from this place must have affected their DNA in a way that it also affected them physically!"

Why did you leave town?

"It's not like I even left at all but it's more like I couldn't go back. I was still in Sugarpine Woods stuck on top of ledge of one of the mountains cause I wanted to get a closer look at a Cinnasnail, fortunately I was able to find a cave system and decided to camp in there. Then Snorpy and Chandlo found me and Snorpy gave me a ladder if I wanted to get down."

➡️ Why couldn't you use it sooner?

(Glares a bit at the journalist) "Well I like to see you try to get down from a height that could give you serious damage!"

➡️ You mentioned earlier that you couldn't go back to town. Did you left when the fight was happening or after it happened?

"Hmm... It was when it was happenimg. Having two friends fight each other was bad enough but the whole having to fight was just too much! Especially when the number of your group is an odd number, someone gotta be used as the second opinion. I didn't want to be used like that again so I left for the woods and stayed at the mountain cave. I did had plans on coming back but when the earthquake happened it was best for me to stay there."

Any info on Lizbert?

"Info on Lizbert? Well she's gray, she's 6'10", she wears a pink scarf and a brown hat, she's in a relationship with Eggabell, she's in her late-20s, she has a chip on her tooth, we both chatted now and then whenever she had the time to see my research, and she was the one who came to my campus as the famous guest!"

➡️ But any info on her disappearance?

"Ohhhh that! From what I've heard she and Eggabell had an argument about something and they both left together. I assume they both got kidnapped and being held for hostage but we just hadn't got the note yet but that's just a theory."

Okay, well thanks anyway Fluffster! Guess your break is over now.

"Yeah, time really does fly when you do these things. But wait! Before I go I want you to have the ladder, if you're at any place above ground level that should come in handy."

(Fluffster has given you the retractable rooe ladder)

#bugsnax #fluffster sparkleston #bugsnax oc #pika arts

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hannie-dul-set · 3 years

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“let me put it on for you.”

rain pittered from the window, and the tip of a mellow, mauve lipstick shied away from your bottom lip, barely grazing your bare skin when donghyuck came waltzing in your room without a warning. his light footsteps fall into the same rhythm as the outside droplets from the sky— but the closer he came towards the you who was sitting on the carpeted floor, a mirror strewn to the side, products scattered around in a picture of a lazy sunday afternoon, his presence overpowered the cold sensations of the rain.

“give,” he simply said, holding his open palm out in front of you, and you rolled your eyes and let him do what he wanted. donghyuck smiled giddily when the lipstick was finally in his hands, something in the lines of mischief glossing over his eyes when he flashed them at, with fluttering eyelashes, to look at you closely. you were starting to feel the consequences of giving him the power to do anything with your face.

“close your eyes.”

“why would i need to—”

“ah— no questions!” he grumbled with a click of his tongue. “just do it!”

you relented with a sigh.

the next couple of seconds that passed of apparently inactivity made you feel uneasy— especially with the lack of vision. donghyuck didn’t seem to be doing anything, not even giving you a picasso-esque makeover like you had gravely feared. there was no movement in front, not even a small shuffle. you heard the sound of a soft giggle— from him, definitely. trying to suppress his obnoxiousness. it was getting harder to keep your eyes shut, especially now that you could sense his cold breaths mixed with the icy weather billowing over where your lipstick should paint.

“stop squirming.”

his hands were on your shoulders now, and you could eat his words from how close they felt. you stopped moving. tried to.

“if i mess up, it’s on you.”

this time, in was not a whisper or a breath or a laugh or the colored stick that you felt ghosting over your lips, but instead it was a warm pair of another’s pressing over yours, and quickly pulling away with a loud smack!

what you saw when you opened your eyes was lee donghyuck with messy, smeared lips— the same shade as your lipstick.

“well,” he said, disappointed, as he stared at the bottom half of your face. “that didn’t work.”

he lifted up his hand, using his thumb to wipe off the stains on your top lip, the corners of your mouth. you stared at him absentmindedly as he did so.

you were sure that this definitely wasn’t the correct way to put on lipstick.

“i’ll fix it, i’ll fix it don’t worry!”

but you preferred this way over the other.

“uh, shit— how do you—”

you caught hold of his wrist, the one with the lipstick in his hand, before he could swipe the color on your lips at the attempt to salvage himself (perhaps a little off from your lips, considering his previous attempt), and you stared at him wiley, the rain making distant noises in the background through the window like pit-pat-pit-pat—splash! donghyuck held a nervous gaze, scared that you might be mad at him, a little trickle at the top of his brow when he gave off a sheepish smile, and when he tried to sputter an excuse or a sorry or a defense that he definitely did not leave an unflattering pattern on your lips with the color mauve! you cut his prayers short.

if it doesn’t work the first time, might as well try again, right?

NOTE. hello.....i'm in fact still alive but barely 😭 take this— whatever the fuck this is— as an apology. can't even be bothered to formal this properly HAHSHHSSJ but anyway, i missed writing and it's raining today and this tiny scenario has been floating around in my head for literal weeks now so. ahem. that's all.

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#HHHAHAHSJSJDJJ mild stress reliever before i jump back into my papers.......oh lord......#blurbs #nct dream x reader #haechan x reader #lee donghyuck x reader #donghyuck x reader #nct dream scenarios #haechan scenarios #oh god why do i even bother tagging i quit goodbye ill go work on my paper 🕴

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hopeless-ro-simptic · 4 years

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Familiar Cerulean Eyes

Might change title later.

Omegaverse: Alpha Dabi X Omega Reader, also a little bit of Alpha Shoto x Omega Reader.

Summary (Kinda?): Reader was sold to the Todoroki family to be Touya Todoroki’s mate when they reached of age due to the readers nullification skin quirk (I don’t know what to call it). Endevor was 100% sure that Touya would present as an Alpha and the reader has been showing signs of being an Omega since early childhood. However, after Touya died *Ahem*, Endevor kept reader around with the plans of giving her to one of his other kids if they showed promise. Shoto being the one that was chosen for her after he presented. However things go sideways when she is kidnapped by Dabi.

Notes: Reader has a nullification quirk that only works on her own body. Basically her skin acts as a barrier and anything that is made from a quirk cannot effect her. Example being that she isn’t burnt by any of the Todoroki’s fire, by the airborn effects such as the smoke that she inhales still cause damage. Physical quirks like Kirishima wouldn’t be affected by her quirk. Also piercing quirks that deal with getting past her skin like Toga’s or Stains would still affect her. Feel free to ask questions!

Also this is a slow burn. There is no smut in this part but I expect there will be at some point.

Click here for a full list of parts! Part 2

Word count: 3.5 K

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Fire. It was everywhere. You had never seen a fire this large, you were completely engulfed in the flames, yet you weren’t burning. You’re quirk was the reasoning, preventing any damage to you from outside quirks. That was the entire reason that the alpha Enji Todoroki bought you, because he knew you couldn’t be harmed by the current inferno that was his eldest son Touya Todoroki.

“Y/N!” Came the gruff Alpha voice of the current number two hero, glaring down at you. “Make him stop before he burns this whole place down.”

You shivered, even at such a young age, you showed all the tale tell signs of being an Omega. You wanted to tuck tail and run away from the angry Alpha glaring down at you, but you didn’t dare. Glancing back at the raging inferno, you hesitated, while it wouldn’t burn you to touch the fire, it didn’t make it any less terrifying.

“GO!” The smack across your petite face made you chirp loudly with pain, covering your swelling cheek with your hand, tears springing to your eyes.

The fire in front of you both suddenly switched to a different hue, and you could tell that it was burning even hotter than before. The fire was the last time you looked at something with that shade of blue and enjoyed it.

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Piercing blue eyes glared at you from across the room as you gathered up the plates from the table. They followed your every move and you could feel your omega begging to release out a distress scent or to chirp or anything under the terrifying glare of the imposing Alpha. Why was he still here?

“Y/N, I will accompany you to the market today. I have a couple things I need to get anyways.” Shoto was releasing his usual calming scent but he wasn’t even looking at you. He was watching the news on his phone, completely ignoring whatever conversation his father was trying to have with him.

“Okay, great.” You tried to keep your voice even as you finished up the dishes quickly. You wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. Your omega even more so, but you should of paid attention to how you worded your response.

“He is an Alpha and you will regard him as such!” The larger Alpha’s voice rang throughout the house and you could feel your body freeze against it’s own will. You let out the softest of all chirps, hearing the chair scratch against the floor as he stood up, the temperature in the room raising.

“I am not her Alpha yet. She can address me as she pleases!” Shoto’s own alpha voice rang out against his father’s, steam building in the room as the hot and cold met. You closed your eyes and slapped an imaginary hand across your omegas mouth to keep her quiet. If you didn’t react, he would leave you alone.

“Let’s go Y/N. I’ll have the car pulled around.” You immediately turned and dashed from the room following Shoto’s quick stride, only stopping to quickly bow to Enji, your eyes downcast.

Once in the car, Shoto let out a soft sigh, his eyes watching outside the window. It was a Saturday, and he didn’t have classes for the day which is the only reason you were allowed outside of the house, away from the protective scent of the pack.

“I’m sorry, Shoto… I should have chosen my words more carefully.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He didn’t even glance at you, causing a slight frown to cross your face. He had grown so detached from you recently since he had told you he wanted to wait until he graduated from UA to bond with you. You had been totally fine with the request, and in all honesty you were relieved. You had grown up together, and you knew that one day it would have to happen, but you were very much so uncomfortable with the thought of being intimate with Shoto. You knew he probably felt just as uncomfortable. But that didn’t stop your Omega from worrying about the fact that Shoto may never want to be with you like that.

“A-are we okay?” You could feel your omega start to stress, a sour smell filling up the car as you crossed your arms around yourself feeling the overwhelming anxiety creeping in of a mate that would never want you. You knew from the day that your family sold you to the Todoroki’s because of your quirk that life wouldn’t be a fairy tale, but you had always latched onto the fact that the Todoroki pups were so sweet to you from the moment you met. After your to be mate, Touya had died, Shoto was always there to tell you it wasn’t your fault. You had hoped that you could at least be happy with him.

Shoto finally looked at you, his nose scrunching up at the smell emiting from your omega, him releasing his own calming scent, much stronger than at the house. Waving you over to him you shuffled across the seat and up against his warm left side, desperately trying to keep your emotions in check. He pulled your hair back and nuzzling up against your scent glands trying to calm you down the way he often saw other alphas do, making sure to scent you lightly so that you would be safe at the market from other alphas.

“Y/N, relax, we are fine. It will all be fine. Once I graduate and become a pro hero, we can bond and we won’t have to stay in that awful house anymore. Then you can nest all you want and no one will take it apart. I promise. I’m sorry for making you feel like this.”

You relaxed once you were engulfed in his scent, peppermint filling up your nose. While he was a couple years younger than you, you knew he would make a great alpha. He did genuinely care about you, and you knew he would always protect you and keep you safe. He wouldn’t get mad at you when you “made a mess” of your room nesting. Maybe one day you two would be able to be proper mates and there will be a different kind of love there. Maybe some pups of your own.

The car had pulled to a stop and you let Shoto finish up scenting you to cover up your own omega smell before you both exited the car. Shoto offered you his hand to help you out which you happily took, and was a little shocked when he didn’t immediately let go of it. His grip was light and awkward but at least he was trying to show you it was okay. It was short lived though when about ten feet into the market it was too crowded to even hold hands. Instead you lightly gripped onto the back of his shirt following him closely as he weaved through the crowd.

You followed him like that for about ten minutes, only briefly pausing at stalls to pick up the short grocery list that you had brought with you for the week. Only after the list was complete did he finally stop at a stall with freshly made Soba. Rolling your eyes as he weighed his choices as to have it hot or cold you looked around the market.

Something smelled… familiar… but also new at the same time. It was hard to pick it out over all of the mingling scents from the many different people around you. You also weirdly felt like you were being watched. Glancing around you didn’t see anyone staring at you that you noticed, and what was weird about it was that your Omega didn’t feel threatened. Shrugging it off as Shoto turned to ask you what your order was, the world around you exploded into chaos.

“Fire!” Screams surrounded you at every turn and the air turned foul as all of the panicked scents filled the air. Soot covered people’s faces and you could feel the heat of the fire but couldn’t see where it was coming from. Shoto was gone from your sight and immediately your Omega screamed out for him to come back. Desperately wanting to smell his familiar and comforting scent again. You were shoved to the ground by a passing beta group and you felt a sharp pain in your wrist as you braced yourself against the ground.

“Shoto!” Tears were streaming down your face and you weren’t even sure when you started crying. Everything was getting hazy and the smoke in the area was making it hard to see or breathe. The fire must be close if it was affecting you like this. Briefly you wondered if you were in the fire yourself. You could hear others calling out and screaming to run around you but you were frozen to your spot in fear. You hated fire. Everything about it was awful. Memories started swimming in your head of cerulean blue eyes and a fire that matched them as well as the red fires that emanated from the Alpha back at home that hated you.

You felt yourself curl up in a tight ball on the floor behind the food stall, your omega chirping wildly, desperately just wanting Shoto to come back and take you away from all of this. Where did he even go? Probably to go be a hero and put the fire out, but why would he leave you alone?

You sat frozen like that, in full panicked omega mode, for what felt like hours but in reality was only a few minutes before you passed out from the smoke fumes. Only waking up when lean arms reached under you, picking you up and cradling you in their arms protectively before carrying you off to safety of home. You barely registered the pretty blue of the eyes staring down at you before you were out again, consumed in darkness.

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Blue flames fading to red licked against your skin, you not feeling anything but an uncomfortable heat from them as you pushed through the smoldering rubble searching, screaming.

“Touya! Where are you?” You choked on the smoke filling your lungs, but you didn’t dare stop searching. This was your fault. You should have gone in and calmed him down when you were told. It would be your fault if he overheated. Your fault if he got hurt, if he…

No. There was no way. You pushed past the burning in your lungs from the smoke. While the quirk created fire couldn’t hurt you, the smoke that resulted from it definitely could. But still, you kept searching, and you would keep searching until the fireman came and pulled you away, tears streaming down your face as you realized that you’re to be mate was no where to be found.

You would never forgive yourself for the death of Touya Todoroki.

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You sat up with a start, your head pounding as you gasped for air, your lungs still thinking they were full of smoke. You were surrounded by a scent you didn’t recognize. No, that’s not entirely true. You had smelled it before, but you couldn’t place where. It was a strange smell, like a cinnamon whiskey covered in smoke and tobacco. Rubbing your head you looked around at your surroundings, letting out a chirp and pulling your knees into your chest when you realized you were being watched.

The bedroom you were in didn’t look familiar, but the cerulean eyes staring back at you from a chair in the corner distracted you from looking in detail. The lights were out and the dark grey walls made you feel like you were in a teenagers goth bedroom, the only light coming from between the blinds on the window. Other than the bed, a dresser and the chair, there wasn’t very much in the room, if you excluded the overwhelmingly tall and lean black haired alpha that was splayed out comfortably across that chair, his eyes never leaving yours as you did a quick scan of the room, a smirk on his lips.

Even in the barely lit room, you didn’t miss the glint of silver staples and the marred purple-toned skin. You also couldn’t ignore the section of the ceiling that was scorched black above your head. Your eyes widened at the realization that the delicious and somewhat familiar scent was emitting from the alpha in front of you. The smell of cinnamon whiskey and tobacco engulfed in smoke was oddly a warm and welcome smell, but that didn’t change the fact that it was coming from one of the most notorious villains in Japan.

His eyes never left yours as you did a quick mental scan of yourself. You don’t think you were injured other than the throbbing in your right wrist. You also were still in the same clothes as you had been wearing at the market, and even though the alphas scent was strong, you could barely make out the peppermint smell of Shoto, comforting you a little at knowing the alpha hadn’t forcefully scented you. Yet.

The Alpha in question was growing tired of the silent game but he was just as stubborn to let you speak first, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between his lips, lighting the end of it with his pinky at the same time. The small candle sized blue flame was enough to have your omega releasing a distress scent that you were surprised you were able to hold back until now.

The Alpha merely glanced back up at your form, his eyes raking your body slowly, enjoying the view that was in front of him. The way his eyes hugged the curves of your body, slowing down in parts that particularly enticed him, had you shivering like a wet pup. Once his eyes reached yours again, you watched as his tounge slipped out, sporting a glinting metal ball, licking his lips slowly keeping eye contact with you.

The omega in the back of your head, the one that apparently had a death wish, made a quip about how hot that was but you immediately shut her up and reminded her who exactly you were dealing with. And as if you needed to be reminded, the Alpha finally, taking his time, stood up, towering over you and taking up a majority of the small room. You watched as he flicked his smoked cigarette to the floor, stepping on it to put it out. You couldn’t help but pull yourself into the corner of the bed, inching away from him and pulling into yourself, chirping wildly as you closed your eyes waiting to die. You weren’t sure how he was going to kill you, but you didn’t think it was going to be quick when he found out he couldn’t burn you.

Instead of the all too familiar heat from fire, you felt the bed dip as his rough hand slip underneath your jaw, forcing it up to look at him. Opening your eyes you were nose to nose with the bright blue eyes that took your breath away. From this close you could see all the little flecks in them that made up their piercing color. They looked rather familiar.. handsome even, but you refused the dwell on that and forced yourself to stop chirping and releasing your distress scent as it clearly wasn’t helping the situation. You recognized that the villain probably had the room scent proofed and sound proof, or you were far enough away from civilization that no one would come to your rescue just based off of a distressed omega.

Covering your omega’s distress was difficult, but you had plenty of practice in the last several years, and you were all too familiar with the fact that some alpha’s got off on terrified omegas.

He still didn’t speak as he looked down at you, in fact he didn’t seemed rushed at all as his eyes searched yours for something you weren’t sure, flicking to different parts of your face like he was trying to memorize it. His grasp on your chin didn’t loosen either though, and his free hand snaked its way onto one of your ankles, gripping it lightly, to keep you in place.

You couldn’t handle the silence anymore.

“Are you going to kill me?”

The smirk on his face faltered and a look of almost confusion and something else briefly passed across his face, before it was covered back up with the signature smirk.

“Why would I do that little mouse?”

“Because you’re a villain..” You’re voice was scratchy. You were thirsty, but you weren’t about to tell the murderer in front of you that.

“Ah, so you do know who I am.”

You nodded, unconsciously licking your lips to relieve the ache that was settling there from the dryness. This only caused the villain in front of you to shift his gaze down to your lips, his own parting slightly, breathing in your scent.

“What’s my name?” His voice had dropped an octave and sounded raspier now, which you didn’t think was possible. The sound of it stirred something deep inside you that you begged to hush. The omega inside you was at war with itself. You reminded it once again that you were face to face, nose to nose, with a damned murderer. So to further remind yourself, you forced out his name between clenched teeth.

“Dabi.”

It almost seemed like the villain pouted for a second, like he was wanting another answer, but instead of providing you insight to his reaction, he pulled away from you, turning back to his chair and sitting down. A wrinkle on his nose in disgust.

“Why do you smell like that half and half hero brat?” That caught you off guard. How did he know Shoto’s smell? How long was he watching you before he captured you?

“H-he’s my alpha..”

“You’re not bonded.” He pointed out lazily.

“We were waiting.”

“What would he possibly be waiting for? That’s just an invitation for someone else to come along and snatch you up5. By the smell of things, he doesn’t even take the time to scent you thoroughly. You sure he even wants you? Has he even noticed you’re gone?”

Your omega let out a soft chirp, hurt by Dabi’s words. You didn’t need to be reminded of anything that he was saying. In the back of your mind you knew it was all true. As much as Shoto tried for your benefit to make things work between you two, you wondered if he even cared that you were gone. Losing you meant he finally had the free will to court whoever he wanted. That Momo girl he was always talking about from school came immediately to your mind.

You tried to push these thoughts to the back of your mind and remind yourself that Shoto still cared about you and still would protect you no matter what. You tried to tell yourself that he was probably on his way right now to come save you and that once he did he would pull you into his arms and dispel any of the villains scent and replace it with his own until you couldn’t smell anything but peppermint.

You also ignored the lone thought pressing into your skull from all sides that maybe you didn’t want Shoto to come rescue you. Maybe you could get out of this without his help and maybe you could start a new life, one where you got to choose your own Alpha.

“Let me go.” Your voice barely a whisper, you couldn’t meet the eyes of the Alpha in front of you.

“No.” He snorted and rolled his eyes like what you said was the stupidest thing he ever heard, and maybe it was given that you just asked a psychopathic killer to just let you go on a whim. “Here’s the deal. You are staying here with me, because you are mine.”

You met his eyes when he said that. Confusion and a bit of fear creeping back into your face. Your heart rate picking up as you hugged your body to shield it from him.

“Don’t worry. I won’t bond you without permission, I’m not into rape.” His face showed that he meant that at least, the disgust at even the thought of a forced bond evident for a moment before he shook his head, his eyes caressing your body once again just like he had done several minutes earlier. “But mark my words, Omega, I’ll get permission.”

He licked his lips slowly, once again showing off the piercing in his tongue. His eyes focusing on your lips before finally meeting your own eyes again. You could smell the pheromones pumping off him, making the air around you smell absolutely enticing against better judgment.

“You were out for almost 8 hours, we need to get you taken care of.” You swallowed, unsure of exactly what he meant by that. 8 hours? And Shoto wasn’t here yet? “Are you hungry?” His voice once again dropped down to that raspy level, and you couldn’t help but let out a small squeak like a mouse caught in a trap.

For some reason, unbeknownst to you, your omega shuddered and not in fear.

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imaginationjunkie · 3 years

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Dancing with our hands tied

Jason Todd x Reader

It’s kinda soft

Thought of these songs while writing, so give them a listen while reading!

Note: Jason’s 25 and the reader is 21

I was always a fan of the over the top charity galas Bruce Wayne threw. The elitists in their flashy riches, extravagant decorations and endless varieties of food, and a certain Wayne brother in a suit. It was all very amusing to witness.

I felt like a princess walking down the stairs with Tim every time, who refused to ever get an actual date. So I’d been stuck being his unofficial date for the 5 years that I’d known him. Not that I minded much; he was my best friend after all.

I chose a simple flowy dress tonight, blood red in color, silky like water. The subtle eyes that followed me through the evening didn��t go unnoticed.

But my eyes followed just one sight. A sight that erupted the unwanted greenness of jealousy as I sulked in a corner, celebrating turning 21 recently with a champagne flute in hand.

I felt him before I saw him. Warmth soothed my skin at his presence, despite the fact that I was unfairly mad at him. It wasn’t like he was my boyfriend.

Easier to say than do, and thus all the salt in the world seemed to be in my tone as I spoke first.

“Where’s your date?”

Jason Todd’s eyes might’ve been cool blue, but the feel of them didn’t match the description. The side of my head felt like it would burst into golden flames under the intensity of his stare.

But they were the good kind of flames, the best kind of flames. It was almost miraculous, the way I managed to keep my calm.

“She bailed, something about her sick grandma,” was his soft response.

“Hmm.”

“What’s with the tone?” He leaned closer, hot breath teasing my cheek. Jason had gotten awfully bold since the first time we met, when he couldn’t even look into my eyes straight.

“Is it jealousy I sense?”

I tried to be subtle about my sharp inhale. Judging by the stutter of his lips as he suppressed a smirk, I failed.

But why hide anymore? I was never one to hold back anyway. “Yes, it is.”

It was my turn to take his breath away. I turned my head, challenging him with my stare. But I was too tangled in his game to play in charge. He had me, and he knew it. Right?

A smile filled with swirls of mischief and satisfaction designed his lips. Yes, he definitely knew it.

It caught me off guard, the unfiltered beauty of it. Of him. Watching Jason Todd smile, really smile, was not for the weak hearted.

“Then I think you’ll be happy to know that she wasn’t a date. Just a friend.”

Eyes the color of a swirling blue sea, a face handsome enough to cause heartache. Why’d it take me so long to realize that I could never resist him? Not even in a million years. Not even if Ryan Gosling came offering himself to me.

A little too far?

Maybe, but it’s true. What to do?

I was just about to walk away from him, refill the empty flute of champagne to bring back sparkle to my uneventful evening. A large hand wrapping around my wrist stopped me.

“Let’s dance,” he said with the softness of tulle, pulling my frame closer to his larger one. Close enough to smell his cologne. Like a creep in the street, I subtly took a slow sniff of it.

It’d never stop amusing me, how a man who seemed as rough and rugged around the edges as he did had so much softness in him.

And smelled so. damn. good.

“M’kay,” I agreed, following as he led the way to the ballroom. Or so I thought.

“I thought you wanted to dance?” I inquired, looking back at the flashing dance floor full of people we left behind.

“I do.” His eyes twinkled as he looked back at me, still walking to God knows where with my hand in his.

“We literally just crossed the dance floor, where else on earth do you plan on taking me dancing?”

“Who said anything about a dance floor?” Jason smirked, coming to a stop in the garden behind the manor.

Even though it was off limits to Bruce’s guests tonight, the garden looked particularly beautiful. Strings of fairy lights decorated the flawlessly kept greens and flowers, courtesy of Alfred. The pool lights were on, and a surreal soft blue glow lit up the water.

It matched Jason’s eyes.

But that wasn’t all. Long fingers tilted my chin up, and a gasp reverberated the air as my eyes met the mystical view. Stars glittered the midnight canvas endlessly, and in the center of it all sat the full moon like a queen.

She was regal tonight.

My mouth was slightly open in awe, and Jason’s fingers on my chin softly closed it as he chuckled.

“I’m guessing you like the view?”

“Like it? I might as well marry it!” I exclaimed, eyes wide with glee as I gripped his shoulders.

“Dick used to bring his, ahem, lady companions to charm them back when I was Robin. I’d always barge in and interrupt to interrogate about the last woman I saw with him,” he laughed while recalling the memory.

“Did it work?” I smiled back and stood closer to him, the fronts of our bodies slightly touching. My hands had come down to rest on his chest now, and while my eyes were up roaming the sky, my soul’s attention was solely on him.

He shuffled with something in his suit pocket. “Did what work?”

“Dick’s method of charming the ladies?”

“Judging by the walks of shame Alfred and I had to witness every morning after each Wayne gala, yes. It very much did.”

I felt Jason put something in my ear, and finally looked down from the stars to his eyes in confusion. It was an airpod, and I watched silently as he put the other one in his ear.

“I promise I’m not a creep or anything, but I stalked your Spotify playlists and found one titled ‘dancing under the stars’.” He confessed. In a very un-Jason like manner, he looked almost sheepish.

He didn’t look at me as he pressed play and pocketed his phone. Almost immediately ‘Dancing with our hands tied’ by Taylor Swift came on, and he took my hand in his.

Tingles shot up the pit of my stomach as his free arm wrapped around my waist, fingers resting on my hip. We swayed in beat to the music in our ears, eyes on eyes.

I, I loved you in secret First sight, yeah, we love without reason Oh, twenty-five years old Oh, how were you to know,

The lords, and anyone who knew me actually, knew how big of a swiftie I was. The fact that he had put in the effort to pick the absolute perfect song to dance to had to be the most romantic thing that ever happened to me.

I was completely mesmerized. Guys like this only existed in the encasement of my stash of romance novels; but time and time Jason Todd had proved that idea wrong. Every one of his gestures, one after the other, seemed to catch me off guard more than the previous one.

“Wanted to do this since I was 17,” I breathed the fresh air in, craning my neck to rest my chin on his shoulder. This right here was all I needed to relax. This was my very own customized form of peace.

“Yeah, Tim let it slip when he got drunk on your birthday and started blabbing about how you’re growing up in front of his eyes,” he laughed and pulled back to twirl me.

I crashed back into his chest softly, grinning at his revelation.

“It’s so hard to believe you guys are best friends, that Timmy’s actually capable of having normal human conversations other than his usual nerdy blabber,” Jason continued, pulling me even closer to him while dancing.

No objections were made from my side as I obliged (obviously), staring up at his eyes.

They were like an oceanic maze, too easy to get lost in. Too dangerous to get lost in.

“He’s a good friend. Awfully robot-like at times though, and he always smells of coffee.” I breathed with a chuckle as the air around us got intense.

The gold of the fairy lights hit his eyes, making them shine brighter than the stars above I let my hands grip the hairs on his neck, watching carefully as he took a sharp breath in response.

If there was something Jason and my relationship, whatever that it was, didn’t lack, it was moments like these. Moments where we had a conversation with our eyes, expressing how much we wanted to kiss each other, how much we wanted to stay frozen in the present and relish in the feel of our undeniable chemistry.

It had been going on for way too long, and even Tim was getting tired of us not taking the leap of faith.

Initially he was pretty against it, but when he saw exactly how much I felt for his brother, his blessings for us suddenly started pouring in.

“Uhuh,” Jason hummed. An electric sensation buzzed the air around us as the chorus hit, and all the space between our bodies vanished. Butterflies went haywire in the places of my body he touched. He was everywhere.

But we were dancing Dancing with our hands tied, hands tied Yeah, we were dancing Like it was the first time, first time

“Stop me if you don’t want it,” he harshly whispered, brows furrowed and eyes clouded with desire as he tucked a few loose strands of my hair behind my ear.

“I do,” I whispered in response, knowing exactly what he meant.

His breath hit my lips, forehead fell against mine in a moment of desire and the next thing I knew, he was kissing me.

It was needy and rushed and a thousand other adjectives, but it was my most perfect kiss. It would always be my most perfect kiss.

Jason’s muscular arms encircled my waist as he pressed me up against him, gripping my sides and lifting me to stand on his feet. My own arms wrapped around his neck, and a sneaky stutter of a moan escaped my lips, earning me a groan from him.

Passion burned us under the cool night air as we kissed and kissed and kissed, all thoughts of oxygen forgotten in our haze of need.

But even our passion couldn’t defy nature. We pulled back to breathe in as much air as we could, but instead of diving back in towards each other’s lips like I expected us to, Jason simply stared at me with eyes that now looked navy from being hooded.

It was a stare of a few seconds that seemed like hours as his thumbs brushed the side of my face. The fire of need from a while back was gone, but the desire wasn’t.

We both tried to calm ourselves, but an unstoppable part of me leaned up to press a kiss on his cheek. He blushed.

“Wanted to do that since you were 17,” he said cheekily, hands tracing my back as we now let ‘Wonderland’ by Taylor amuse our ears.

“Liar,” I grinned. “You couldn’t even look at me back then.”

“Yeah, because I’d do this if I looked at you for more than 5 seconds. I had no plans of going to jail for getting handsy with a minor,” he replied, leading us to the wooden benches Bruce had installed in the garden a few weeks earlier.

I lifted a teasing brow, masking my shock at the fact that he wanted to kiss me even back then.

“And how’re you so sure I would’ve let you get handsy with me? For all you know I could have kicked you in the balls myself.”

“Don’t act coy, you could never stop staring at me when you were over,” he smirked, sitting down on the bench and pulling me to his lap.

I hesitated for a second, my brain getting lost in the fact that after months of banters and unbelievable tension, interruptions and two sided pining, I was finally in this position. Where we were able to be open about our want for each other.

Sensing my hesitation, his smirk dropped. “This is okay right?”

I snapped back to reality, taking his nervous expression in. Yes, this was real. And I wouldn’t waste a second of the time God gave me with Jason. I smirked and ran my fingers through his dark locks, making him close his eyes.

“Of course it is, just thinking about how long it took for you to man up and kiss me,”

“Excuse me, you could’ve-”

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. He responded almost immediately, putting his hand on my hip as I sat sideways on his lap. Unlike the first one, this kiss was sweet and slow. We were cherishing the night with it.

“About damn time, I thought all my teeth were gonna fall out due to old age before Todd here grew some balls,” the sudden voice of a certain sass filled Wayne interrupted us.

My magical night with Jason ended with him running after his kid brother Damian, teasing him about kicking his ass.

But that was okay, because I was happy. Jason was happy. The long wait for him, for us, was worth it.

Even though he gave off the impression that he couldn’t care less, I knew that the reason he hadn’t made a move was because he wanted Tim to be completely fine with us being a thing.

Alongside being friends with Tim, I became friends with his brothers and Alfred over the years. I knew of their nightlife, and everything that went on behind the polished doors of the Wayne Manor. I knew Jason well enough to know that his tough posterior and damn care attitude was just a facade.

Being with Jason wouldn’t be a walk in the park, and I knew that too. He was reckless and intense, impulsive and careless.

But he was also sweet and passionate, and his love would brand you like a tattoo with it’s depth. I was willing to give my 110% to make it work with him.

Because even fairy tales take sacrifice and effort to get a happy ending. And I’d do about anything to make sure I earned mine.

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softcallofdutyimagines · 3 years

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More Then a Woman | Frank Woods x Fem!Reader | Chapter 1

Summary:

Another day, another dollar at your new job in the CIA offices. You thought this was your dream job. So why is everything so... Boring? But before you can make up your mind to quit, a chance encounter with a certain Marine may just prove to be the start of exactly the kind of excitement you've been looking for.

Tags: Slow burn

Next Chapter Here! | Warnings: None except Frank's language lmao

You smooth your skirt and touch up your lipstick for what feels like the tenth time today as you shift in your office chair. It’s not normally like you to be the nervous type, but ever since you landed this gig in the CIA, you’ve been on your toes. ‘Relax’, your coworkers say, ‘You’re doing fine!’.

But just ‘fine’ never quite suited you. Especially with top tier agents like Russell Adler and Jason Hudson walking around…

No, “fine” doesn’t cut it.

But... you have to admit, the stress of keeping up a tough work ethic is getting to you. Just a bit. All the hustle and bustle in this place, and for what? You shake your head out. No no, there’s no time for thoughts like that. You just have to keep pushing through and you’ll get over it.

Right?

You sigh in dismay, not entirely sure you believe yourself, before snapping to attention as your desk phone rings. With a curt response, you pick up and receive yet another task to fetch papers.

“Yes Sir”

... and a coffee.

“...Of course, Sir”.

You click the phone into its receiver and slump back into your chair, feeling more defeated now then ever.

If you wanted to run around doing errands all day, you would’ve moved back in with your mother. When were you going to get up to something… Exciting? Maybe not in the dangerous, life threatening way, but… Well… Anything must be better than this.

These thoughts swirl in your mind to and from the fax machine, to the break room, and all the way to your supervisor's desk.

“Anything else for me Sir?”

The man in question hardly even gives you a second look as he shuffles through the papers and sips the piping hot drink, “No, that’ll b- Wait, actually…”, he turns around in his office chair and flips quickly through folders in a filing cabinet.

At last, he turns around and hands you one such folder as you bite back a scream. “Could you fax these off for me?”, he scribbles down the receiving address on a post it note and slaps it on top, “Send em here, here, and here”.

You give a sharp nod and a “Yes Sir”, before turning and leaving on a dime.

The skin around your eyes and throat feel tight, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think you were on the brink of tears. Who are you kidding…. This isn’t at all what you were expecting. Maybe you’d be better off looking for something else, at least then you wouldn’t be so miserable all the ti-

Then, just as you’re lost in your day dreams, you next find yourself flat on the carpeted floor.

Your papers scatter all around, and it has just now occurred to you that you’ve bounced off another human being. Perhaps you should save the disparaging thoughts for your office from now on... Well, assuming you aren’t about to be fired on the spot.

For a moment, that doesn’t seem like such a bad idea, and you decide to take your time sitting up.

“Oh fuck, sorry”

You look up, following the sound of a gruff man’s voice.

Marine Sergeant Frank Woods towers above you, looking almost as powerful in this moment and from your unfortunate perspective as all the stories make him out to be. Your heart races in your chest as it gives way to panic. Now you’re really in for it.

“Oh! N-no, I’m so sorry, I uh- I should watch where I’m going”, you spit out an apology and an excuse all in one go as you maneuver quickly to pick up your scattered array of papers.

Frank watches you for a moment, mildly disinterested, and looking as though he’s about to shrug it off and walk away. You are right after all, you should watch where you're going. But then again... he could say the same for himself.

“Ah, don’t sweat it kid. Here”, Woods slowly leans down, perhaps giving his knees a chance to adjust from the previous lack of activity, and helps you gather up your things.

You appreciate the help, but can’t help but cringe a bit as you watch him grab the papers by the fistful, crinkling them slightly. Regardless, he shuffles the papers into a uniform stack before flicking his gaze back up to you, “Ther- Hey, wait a minute… Haven't I seen you around here before?”

You think for a split second, but you’re quite sure he hasn’t.

“No no, I have! Yeah, you’re the one that walks around looking pissed all the time”, he laughs, “Damn, I gotta say, you scare the shit outta me even! No wonder these bastard’s brought you on”.

Before you can even catch up to what he's saying, he has himself nearly in stitches laughing at your expense.

The urge comes over you to retort that there are plenty of legitimate reasons you were hired, and, more importantly, you are not “pissed all the time”, but before you can even open your mouth, you find you’ve lost your train of thought.

No, instead you find yourself immensely distracted by the Sargent’s laugh. Not so much the fact that he’s having the time of his life at your expense, but more so just… the sound of it.

It comes more like long, drawn out wheezes, only interrupted by gasps of air that sounds more like choking, before devolving into something more steady at least, but just as strange. You could only describe it as somewhere between grunting and barking. From this alone, you can tell he smokes too much and perhaps isn’t use to laughing this hard either.

What that says about you, you’d rather not think about. Instead, you find your mask of professionalism slipping as the corner of your glossy lips curls up into a smile.

You never thought such annoying, and obnoxious laughter could be contagious, and yet here you are trying, yet failing, to hold back some snickering of your own.

“Ah, shit…”, Woods drags his forearm across his eyes to dry them before fixing his gaze back on you, “You know... I think that is the happiest I’ve ever seen you around here. Is this place that shitty?”, he hands you back your papers at last as the creases at the corners of his eye furrow in mirth.

For a second, you’re worried he’s about to break into laughter again as he’s sure to drag you along with him this time, but instead he simply waits quietly, and you get the feeling he expects an answer.

“Well… Not in those words perhaps. It’s just, not what I expected I guess...”, you look away, not to sure what to say and yet feeling a little sadly now, as you shuffle the papers together and neatly place the crumpled stack back in the folder.

“Yeah, I get that… Heh, I wish I could be out in the field right now, you know? I mean fuck, there must be someone who needs killing, right?”, Woods huffs a few dry chuckles, looking at you as though he expects you to laugh.

You do not.

Instead, you offer an awkward smile and nod, not sure how to respond to such a grisly statement. Let alone one that’s meant to be taken as a joke. Woods coughs into his fist, then goes to stand abruptly.

“Anyway, I have shit to do”, he waits a just a moment in politeness until you’re standing as well before giving his final parting statement, “Later”

“Ahem, goodbye Sarg-”, but it’s too late, he’s already trudging off.

You blink, feeling bewildered at the twists and turns that interaction had to offer. Fortunately, you have more important matters to attend to as well, rather than let yourself be distracted by… whatever that was.

Suddenly you remember why you dislike working with the frontline troops.

Frank’s blood pressure feels like it’s going to explode through the top of his head. His knuckles are clenched white as he storms out of the building. Once outside, he stops to take a smoke break.

His head is pounding as he fumbles for a cigarette and then at long last he finally manages to retrieve his lighter as well.

Why the fuck would he say something like that? “there must be someone who needs killing”, yeah real smooth Frank, what a line...

He flicks the lighter spark again and again, but it refuses to catch. “Fuck!”, frustration overcomes him as he gives up and shoves it back in his pocket, throwing the unlit cigarette to the ground too for good measure.

That was the longest interaction he’s had with a woman in… in…

Well, he can’t even remember! And yet, he still managed to fuck it up.

Woods slams the door of his car shut behind him and takes a moment to cool off there in the seat.

You must think he’s some kind of psychopath.

Frank catches his reflection in the rearview mirror. If Mason was here, he’d say you’d be right. He jerks the mirror away so he can’t see himself anymore. Bastard. He snorts out a sigh and rubs a hand over his eyes as he tries to let the embarrassment go.

He needs a drink.

The ignition whines and after a few tries it finally starts up. Ah well, he reasons, maybe if he’s lucky he won’t see you again.

#call of duty #black ops cold war #frank woods #frank woods x reader #cod fic

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pennamesmith · 3 years

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For Want of a Skeletor

Entrapta hosts a Princess Alliance meeting at the Crypto Castle and absolutely nothing goes wrong. More Skeletor stories!

The lights were on late in Dryl.

Stars shone outside the windows. Entrapta sat hunched over her desk, studying datapads and readouts. A polite cough from the laboratory door caused her to look up from her work.

“Oh! I’m sorry Hordak, did I wake you?”

Her partner stepped softly into the room and shook his head. “Imp did. You know how he gets when either of us take too long to come to bed.”

Hordak crossed the cluttered floor and joined Entrapta at the desk. He was holding Imp in his arms, and the smaller, winged clone whined plaintively when he saw her. Entrapta kept her screens on, but leaned gratefully into Hordak’s side and curled a tendril of hair around his waist. She yawned, despite herself.

“I know. I just want to make sure I get everything right before the other princesses come over tomorrow.” She glanced back at the data, nervously tapping her fingertips together. “I’ve never hosted an Alliance meeting before! And this rescue will be our biggest mission since… well, you know. I don’t want to mess anything up.”

Hordak smiled. “Your diligence is admirable. But I also seem to recall someone telling me that imperfections are beautiful.”

Entrapta stuck out her tongue. “No fair.”

“I’m afraid the science is sound. Come to bed, my dear.”

The scientist scoffed, but she did not protest when Hordak gathered her up in his arms. She wrapped more of her hair around him, and Imp settled sleepily in the resulting nest. Entrapta could already feel herself drifting.

“You will be a shining star tomorrow,” Hordak promised, as he carried his family back to rest.

“Tomorrow,” echoed Imp.

The next day saw the Crypto Castle’s largest meeting room filled with princesses, dignitaries, and other honorary Alliance members. While Scorpia and Perfuma admired the tiny refreshments laid out for everyone, Mermista split her time between groaning at Sea Hawk’s boasts and trying every available chair to find the most comfortable one. Glimmer and Bow stepped uneasily around the edges of the room, watching carefully for anything that might be a trap, and Frosta followed their lead. Netossa and Spinnerella tried their best to find a chair Swift Wind could sit in.

Adora and Catra, wearing increasingly baffled expressions, were conversing with two domestic-looking robots who sat at the head of the table next to Entrapta. One was tall and skinny, and the other wore a welded-on handlebar mustache.

“Entrapta has parents?” Catra was asking, her face a galaxy of disbelief.

“Adopted, technically. Or adapted,” the skinnier bot explained. “We’re Entrapta’s parental units. She built us when she was six. You must have seen the painting in the foyer.”

“Yeah, we’ve been here pretty much the whole time,” the mustachioed model added. “You kids sure made a racket during your last few visits. What was that all about?”

“Uh,” Adora faltered.

To her immense relief, Hordak swept into the room at that very moment, flanked by Imp, Emily, and the reprogrammed Horde drone Entrapta had dubbed ‘Skeletor.’

“Welcome, everyone,” Hordak boomed, bringing the gathering to a respectful hush.

“Witless fools! I’m in charge now! And if you know what’s good for you you’ll do as I say!” Skeletor shouted.

Hordak scowled and shooed the fussing robot away from the table. “Pay no mind to that one,” he grumbled once he’d regained the floor. “Now then. Please allow me the honor of introducing the unparalleled mind who has made this operation possible, Princess Entrapta.”

“Thank you all for coming!” Entrapta started, while everyone took their seats. “I know you’re all excited about what we’re planning, but there’s still a lot of preparation to do before we can take off. As the chief science officers for this mission, it’s vital that Hordak and I gather as much data on your abilities as possible! Interdimensional travel is severely unpredictable and —”

“Hold on,” Mermista interrupted. “Exactly how high are the chances of us getting mutated by cosmic space energy or whatever? Because I only want cool mutations, not gross ones.”

“Maybe thirty, thirty-five percent?” Entrapta guessed. She shrugged. “A lot of this is theoretical. You guys will be like my guinea pigs! By which I mean the small robotic animals in the castle I protect and care for. And experiment on, sometimes.”

She laughed heartily. Glimmer and Bow shared a nervous glance. Perfuma turned slightly green.

Entrapta regained her composure and pointed back to the display board. “Ahem. Anyway, the good news is we already know some things about where we’re going! Probably.” She shuffled her notes, gaining confidence as she spoke.

“Before Adora found the Sword of Protection, historians debated ancient records of She-Ra. Some claimed she was called ‘Her-Ra’ and fought for the ‘Power of Grayskull.’ But I theorize that what those archaeologists actually uncovered was evidence of —”

“I have a question!” Frosta yelled. “Will there be hunky guys in the other dimension? I’m asking for a friend.”

“It’s funny you mention that, actually,” Entrapta replied. “Listen, just let me finish and…”

Unfortunately, anxious impatience had already gripped the assembled Alliance members. They clamored with questions, all talking at the same time. Entrapta shrank back in her seat and pulled her welding mask down, seeming to reach for something under the table.

Hordak stood up. Just as it looked like he was about to do something violent, a loud alarm sounded and the lights in the room flashed red.

“Uh-oh.” Entrapta glanced around at the assembled company. “Um, get ready to tuck and roll everybody!”

“Get ready to what?” Mermista cried out, but it was already too late. Multiple trap doors swung open across the meeting room floor, and with flailing limbs and startled shouts the guests were sent tumbling down chutes in every direction. In moments they had all vanished.

“I always feel so much better after doing something bad!” Skeletor cackled. “Now we begin phase two!”

Adora and Catra, who had clung to each other as they fell, landed with a bump in a darkened, underground space. As soon as they arrived, bright lights flickered to life and a huge screen lit up against the wall.

Entrapta’s face appeared on the monitor, larger than life. “Oh good! You’re alive,” she chirped when she saw the other two.

Adora clambered to her feet. “Entrapta! What’s going on?”

The scientist glanced away. “Well, I guess Skeletor didn’t like that we were ignoring him. So he stole my map of the castle and activated the security systems! Which means we’re all lost in the labyrinth until I can catch him. Isn’t that great?”

“It’s something,” Catra groaned, rubbing her head.

“Exactly! Now, without my map I can’t come find you. But if you can make it through the traps, the hallway you’re in should take you back to the meeting room. Then you’ll be safe until I can fix things!”

The screen dimmed again before Catra or Adora could protest. Left with few other options, they turned to get a good look at whatever dangers lay ahead.

They were standing at one end of a long corridor. Square blocks floated along its length, suspended in midair with anti-gravitational tech. An interrogative punctuation mark flashed on one, while a squat robot with painted-on angry eyebrows shambled slowly back and forth beneath it.

Catra took it all in. “You have got to be kidding.”

Adora had already drawn her sword and begun to venture forward. Catra was about to follow her, when something made her ears flick. A suspicious frown crossed her face.

“Hey, Adora!” Catra called. “Listen!”

“What?”

Catra pressed her ear to the wall. “There! Do you hear that?”

“Obviously not,” Adora huffed. “Now stop dawdling, the first puzzle looks pretty easy.”

Catra stayed where she was. “Hold on a second. This part of the castle feels familiar. I remember walking through here back when, uh, back when it was still Horde territory.” She coughed awkwardly, and then reached up to tilt the frame of a big-eyed kitten painting. “Look!”

Something clicked and the wall slid open, revealing a new passageway. Distinctive laughter could be heard coming from the other end of it. A purple neon sign reading “Secret Entrance!!!” buzzed to life.

Adora sighed and rolled her eyes.

“One time Entrapta had me and Scorpia over for a life-size Snakemen and Ladders game that got a little out of hand,” Catra explained as they entered the tunnel. At the far end there was a brightly lit office; inside, it was filled with laboratory equipment, video monitors, and a humble but dignified desk.

Hordak was sitting at the desk, in what appeared to be a smaller version of his old Fright Zone throne. It swiveled. Entrapta was sitting on the desk, and she waved as the other couple entered.

“Myaah! Sleep gas and stun-rays only, my evil minions!” muttered Skeletor, who was busy working the video monitors. On closer inspection, Adora realized that each of them showed some of the other princesses as they traversed the castle labyrinth.

“Welcome to mission control!” Entrapta sang, spreading her arms wide. “Hordak didn’t think you’d find us, but I had a hypothesis you might.”

“It was a ruse!” Adora gasped, scandalized. “You’re not lost at all!”

“You really need to hang out with Entrapta more if that still surprises you,” Catra observed. She looked at the monitors. “Ah, are they gonna be okay?”

“Better than!” Entrapta sprang off the desk, hanging by her hair as she showed off multiple datapads. “Everyone was getting a little… distracted upstairs, so I just decided to speed things up a teensy bit! The princesses using their powers to escape the maze will let me get all the readings we need, and then we can have a nice little party! I had the baker make tiny cakes.”

“I made sure Hordak’s doomberry pie was especially tasty!” Skeletor piped up.

“And it’s all perfectly safe!” Entrapta promised. Discreetly, a ribbon of hair reached out to push a blinking button. On the monitors, Mermista and Sea Hawk were rescued from a robot shark attack by a convenient change of the currents.

“This is hilarious,” Catra laughed, looking more closely. On one of the screens, Swift Wind was gleefully running loop-de-loops along a curving racetrack. “I think they’re actually having fun in there. Can we stay and watch?”

“I’m afraid not,” Hordak said. She-Ra’s — and your — assessment is the most important of all. But we’d love to have you over to the castle for dinner soon. Shall we say eight o’clock next week?”

“That sounds nice!” Adora chimed, before Catra could stop her.

“Splendid. I’ll cook,” Hordak concluded. Then he pressed a button on his desk, and a trapdoor sent the younger women plummeting through the floor.

Catra and Adora yelped in surprise, only for their fall to be cut short by an enormous pile of pillows on the level below. They struggled to their feet. Another corridor stretched away in front of them, filled with further challenges. Floating gold coins, each about four feet tall, indicated a pathway.

“Try not to have too much fun,” Hordak called good-naturedly as the trapdoor slid shut.

“Use the warp zone! It’s faster!” Entrapta added.

“Have a nice trip down!” said Skeletor.

Hordak settled back in his chair (it had soft armrests, and a cushion for lumbar support) and watched his partner at work. Entrapta flitted from screen to screen, taking notes and making adjustments. On one display, Bow and Glimmer had met up with Netossa and Spinnerella while navigating a cage minefield. On another, Frosta was making an ice bridge to help Perfuma and Scorpia cross a slow-moving spike trap.

“I’m sorry you had to use your backup plan. They really are utter fools if they ever doubted your genius,” Hordak mused.

“Different people have different strengths and weaknesses,” Entrapta replied, without looking up from her work. “And a good scientist collaborates whenever they can! Even if that requires a little creativity sometimes.”

Hordak nodded. “Fair enough. Nevertheless, I would not blame you if you wished to have nothing more to do with the Princess Alliance. Even their attempts to help you can seem… insensitive. You’re not obligated to forgive that.”

Skeletor looked up from his control panel and shook a fist. “Don’t you get awfully tired of being a hero all the time? Don’t you ever feel like doing something evil?”

“They’re trying to be good friends,” Entrapta defended. “And so am I. And if I really did need their help, maybe things would be different. But I’ve got it all under control!”

She vaulted across the room, flipping switches and turning dials along the way. On the monitors, Perfuma’s fall from a tall platform was gently broken by a sudden anti-gravitational field.

“Besides, forgiveness isn’t always about the person being forgiven. It’s also about taking back potential energy that was lost.”

“Did you learn that in my brother’s therapy group?” Hordak asked.

Entrapta smirked. “Actually, he got it from me.”

A pleasant ding sounded and Entrapta clapped her hair. “Hooray, everyone made it back! I’ll calculate the high scores and then we can continue the social experiment!”

“You astonish me every day,” Hordak purred as he rose to follow her. Entrapta put out her hand, and he took it.

“Wait for me!” Skeletor cried out. “You might get lost by yourself!”

One week later, a much smaller gathering of royals met in Dryl.

Catra and Adora sat together in one of the Crypto Castle’s least intimidating dining rooms, listening with barely-contained delight as Entrapta’s parental units thoroughly embarrassed their former boss.

“...And so I said to him, ‘I have charging ports Hordak, can you download raw data offa me?’ Ha! Oh, you shoulda seen his face!”

Hordak slouched in his chair. “I do not think we need to bore our guests with the details of this particular story,” he protested, feebly.

“Oh, I’m not bored at all! I want to hear everything,” Catra said. She leaned forward, grinning. “So, was this before or after you hooked him up to the lie detector?”

Entrapta giggled, and gave Hordak a gentle pat on the shoulder as she reached for another helping of his tiny quiche. All things considered, the night was going surprisingly well.

It was exactly what Entrapta wanted.

After dinner, wheeled bots carted away the leftovers and dirty dishes. Hordak poured coffee for himself and Adora, and the parental units retired to wherever it was they lived in the cavernous castle. Entrapta, lost in thought as usual, felt a familiar feline presence approach her.

“Thank you,” Catra said, sincerely. “Not just for this. For everything. For being so nice all the time. For making this mission happen. It means a lot to me.”

Entrapta smiled softly. “To me, too. Everyone makes mistakes. It would be a shame not to learn from them when we can.”

“Did you say something?” Skeletor squawked, suddenly materializing in the doorway.

Entrapta, unbothered, immediately produced a datapad. “Oh we’re just talking about the big rescue mission! Actually, you should probably take a look at my data, Skeletor. I haven’t told you much yet, and we might need you!” She held the blinking screen out happily.

Skeletor looked at the datapad. At first he seemed confused; then he boggled as he registered the information in front of him. “Eternia?” he gasped in disbelief. “Grayskull?”

His voice rose to a fevered pitch. “He-Man!”

For once, Skeletor had no words. He shrieked incomprehensibly instead, fists shaking.

Hordak chuckled. “It’ll be just like the old days!”

Skeletor screamed.

#spop #skeletor #entrapdak #entrapta #hordak #Catra #Adora #the princess alliance #smith stuff #fan fiction #thank you for reading

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kar-krashew · 3 years

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you that i lie with [AO3]

Magnus is a private investigator, and Alec is a master thief. Obviously, they fall in love.

Rated T

Shoutout to @peachygos, @rainyhuman, and @arsenic-creator <3

Magnus sighs as he flicks through the file in his hand for what’s possibly the tenth time today, skimming over each page once again in a desperate attempt to find new information, new leads, new anything— as long as it’s something that will help the case. If Ragnor was here, he’d probably say something about the definition of insanity and doing the same thing over and over again yet expecting different results, and then Magnus would say something about shutting up, Ragnor, and the other would then laugh and hand the file over to him anyway. Besides, Magnus didn’t become a private investigator just to ignore his gut feeling, and he definitely didn’t become one to listen to other people. So he’s here now, hunched over his desk, sorting through pages that he can practically recite by heart.

By the eleventh pass, he’s starting to think Ragnor would’ve been right. Dammit, Magnus is never going to hear the end of this.

“Goddamned Morgensterns,” he swears under his breath. If only he’d turned Jocelyn down all those years ago, when she’d shown up at his doorstep with her little girl and begged for help. If only he’d told her no, then he wouldn’t be caught up between their murderous family feud, watching as the people around him die because he wasn’t able to connect the dots or find a clue fast enough.

God, who is he kidding? He never would’ve said no.

Magnus Bane saves people; it’s one of the worst things about him.

Fuck, he thinks, fuck. Curse his fucking hero complex, curse his fucking job, curse the day he tried helping Clarissa Fairchild. He’s always known it would come back to bite him in the ass.

Magnus exhales, and closes his eyes. Just one more time; he’s sure he’ll find something. He’ll look through the file one more time, and then call it a day. Whatever he finds, he’ll roll with it. Just one more time, he repeats to himself, which is exactly when his fingers stumble upon a slip of paper stuck in between the creases of an old newspaper clipping.

Hotel Dumont, the note reads, L.

“Oh,” Magnus says. His heart flutters as his eyes pass over the three words, once, twice, thrice, committing the messy scrawl to memory until it’s been imprinted behind his eyelids.

Hotel Dumont.

He knew there was something of use in that file. He’s never going to let Ragnor hear the end of this.

The newspaper clipping that Magnus had found the note in was one detailing the illustrious career of Alexander Gideon Lightwood: former heir to the Lightwood fortune, now known amongst the upper class as the city’s most notorious thief. While there are quite a few fantastical urban legends about him, the most popular is that most of his “earnings” go to those in need, while another common one claims that he’s got a particular soft spot for detectives in gold eyeliner. Whatever you believe, it’s obvious he’s a terrible choice for a friend, partner, or anything really; he’s dangerous, reckless, untrustworthy, and Magnus is pretty sure he’s halfway in love with the guy.

“The man is a criminal, Magnus,” Raphael says at the front desk, frowning even as he hands over a room key. He leans over the desk and grabs Magnus’s hand. “Look, just don’t do anything stupid.”

Magnus accepts the key with a flourish and flashes a smile. “When have I ever, darling?” he winks, then abruptly turns around and walks down the line of doors before Raphael can respond.

They both know the answer to that question; especially when it comes to Alec.

He takes a deep breath as he approaches the room. It’s fine. He’ll be fine. He just has to hear out whatever Alexander has to say, speak his own piece, and then they’ll split ways, never to cross paths again. It’s a simple plan, and all he has to do to get it over with is open the door.

All he has to do is open—

“Planning to just stare at that key all day, Detective Bane, or are you going to come in anytime soon?” a voice says, and Magnus jolts backwards in surprise before looking up, because he’d know that voice anywhere, and oh, it’s Alexander, standing in front of him with his pale skin and warm eyes and smiling, and Magnus missed him so much, he wants to kiss his face senseless, he’s gorgeous and he’s lovely and he’s—

He’s—

Alec is. . . well, he’s, uh—

“Are you naked?”

Alexander rolls his eyes and opens the door to reveal that he isn’t, in fact, naked; but that isn’t to say that he’s not very close to it, with nothing covering his body other than a towel draped loosely around his hips, riding far too low for it to be doing anything in terms of modesty. In fact, it’s doing the opposite, really, and Magnus is finding it increasingly difficult to look at something that isn’t Alec’s chest.

Oh, god.

“Ah,” Magnus says after a long moment. Alec smiles knowingly and leans against the doorframe, which is not helping, Jesus Christ. “Well! You seem otherwise preoccupied. I’ll just, ahem, I can always come back at a more opportune time.”

He’s just about to pivot on his heel and vow to never return here again when a hand shoots out and grabs his arm, pulling him closer to the man in front of him. This close, he can see the small scar on Alec’s chin, the flecks of green in his eyes, the stray hairs sticking out behind his ear, and his breath hitches as Alexander brings his mouth even closer.

“Don’t worry about it, I was expecting you,” Alec murmurs, voice low and honey-sweet. “You just caught me right after a shower. Come in, I’ll get dressed.” He smiles when Magnus nods dumbly, then turns to head back in the room, treating the other to a full view of his bare shoulders as he moves.

Magnus swallows. He has a horrible feeling that he’s not going to survive this.

“So, Mr. Bane,” Alec starts once they’re inside. He hands Magnus a bottle of wine with a grin, and gestures to two glasses set up on a side table before he turns away. “What brings you here?” He fiddles with the hem of his towel teasingly as he walks towards a dressing screen set up in the corner of the room, and Magnus’s mouth goes dry with the implication of the movement.

No. He’s not thinking about it. He is not thinking about it. He is not thinking about it—

—and Alexander drops his towel to the floor before stepping behind the screen. Oh my god, Magnus is way too fucking sober for this. He’s going to die here, and it’s going to be Alec’s and Alec’s ass’s fault.

Fuck. He’s getting sidetracked.

“I got your message,” Magnus finally replies, coughing awkwardly and shifting his attention to the bottle in his hand. He pops open the cork as Alec hums from behind the partition.

“I didn’t think you’d come, even if you did find the note,” he calls across the room. “I don’t suppose you’re here to tell me you’ve solved the case I gave you earlier.”

Oh, right: Hodge Starkweather, missing persons case. Magnus had received a mysteriously blank envelope in the mail just a few days prior, containing nothing but a picture of the man, the name “Starkweather,” and an “L.” scrawled across the back; Ragnor had found the message pretty much immediately, and made Magnus swear he wouldn’t take the case.

Not that it helped.

“I did find your man, actually,” Magnus says, taking a deep breath. “He’s dead.” The shuffling from behind him stops abruptly.

“Oh.” Another moment passes. Magnus quietly pours wine into the glasses in front of him until he hears Alec clear his throat. “Alright, well, if this isn’t a business visit, what is it?”

“It’s an Alexander-please-leave-this-city-before-I-find-you-dead-in-a-ditch-somewhere visit,” Magnus replies, which makes Alec laugh as he steps out from behind the partition in tight black pants and a button-down shirt.

(Most assume he’d have more lavish tastes with the amount of money he’s acquired, but Magnus has always liked this toned-down version of him. Alec looks young like this, unaffected by the troubles that have touched him, like there’s a bit of foolishness and hope in him that the horrible world outside can never take away.)

“Well, that makes this a social visit, then,” he grins lopsidedly, in that way that makes Magnus want to reach out and touch his mouth with his fingertips, holding out a glass of wine in offering. “Do you really think I can’t take care of myself? This is hardly the first death threat I’ve faced, you know that.”

God, he’s so unbothered and careless about this— doesn’t he fucking get it? “This is different,” Magnus insists. “Please, Alexander, listen to me. Leave. Leave before they can find you,” he begs, but Alec stays unbothered.

“Magnus, it’s fine. Calm down, I’ll be okay.” He rolls his eyes when Magnus frowns, and holds his hand out further. “Have a drink, you’ll feel better,” he says, in a move that’s meant to be reassuring and Magnus just— he snaps.

“Fuck your drink!” he shouts, shoving Alec’s hand to the side. Liquid sloshes over the rim of the glass, staining the carpet, and Raphael’s going to throw a tantrum over it tomorrow and glare at him the whole time, but Magnus doesn’t care, he can’t care, not with so many more important things at stake right now, things that Alexander doesn’t seem to care about at all. “Your life is on the line! Your Robin Hood routine has worked great these past few years, but it won’t mean anything if you’re dead tomorrow, Alexander! I know you’re not afraid, but what if I am? I can’t—” He cuts off with a strangled sound and looks away.

“I can’t— I won’t be able to handle finding you like the others,” he murmurs.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, he wasn’t supposed to say that, it’s too honest, it’s too vulnerable, too open, and now Alec is staring at him, probably getting ready to laugh at him or tell him he cares too much or that he’s insane, and God, that’s always it, isn’t it? He’s always cared too much, and now he’s going to lose the one person who didn’t know that yet, who he hadn’t scared off with all of his stupid fucking baggage, because he messed it up, like he always does with everyone.

“Magnus,” Alec says.

Magnus’s mouth tightens as he continues to avoid eye contact. “Magnus, hey, look at me.” Gentle fingers cradle his chin, tilting his face upwards until his gaze meets Alec’s. There’s a warmth there that Magnus hadn’t expected to see, and it’s startling in how tender it is. Magnus has half a mind to look away again.

“You’ve always saved people,” Alec says softly, still holding Magnus’s jaw. “I’ve always loved that about you. But who saves you?”

Magnus blinks. “What?” he says, but Alexander shakes his head before he’s leaning in slowly, shifting his hand to cup Magnus’s cheek, and oh.

Something dislodges in Magnus’s stomach as he takes it all in: the softness of Alexander’s lips, the emotion he pours into each breath, the gentle exhale he lets out before pressing his mouth against Magnus’s again. It all feels like coming home, like his world’s been tilted on an axis his whole life and it’s finally clicked back into place with the gentle press of Alec’s lips on his.

“Alexander,” Magnus whispers. They’re still close enough that he can feel Alec’s errant little smile against the bridge of his upper lip, both of them unwilling to part further than necessary to breathe, and he reaches out to clutch at his shoulders when the other man leans in for a another small kiss, this one indulgent and sweet.

“If I leave,” Alec says, brushing his nose against Magnus’s, “I can’t save you.” He brings his other hand up to trace Magnus’s lower lip with his thumb. “You need someone to save you, Magnus. The same way you do with others.”

Magnus inhales shakily. “I’m sure I’ll be fine if I know you’re somewhere safe,” he replies, but Alexander shakes his head again.

“You won’t. And I can’t leave you here,” he murmurs. He presses their foreheads together and runs his hand against Magnus’s cheek. “Let me help you, for once.”

Magnus sighs. He thinks about the people he’s lost in these few weeks, the guilt that’s been eating him alive from the inside-out everytime he thinks about them, but he knows Alec won’t leave, the same way Magnus wouldn’t have left if the roles were reversed. They’ve always been like that: looking out for each other. Saving each other. Magnus was foolish to think Alexander would leave now.

“Okay,” he says, and Alec’s face lights up. “Okay.”

“Good.”

He intertwines their fingers, and they stand there for a moment, breathing each other in, until Alec’s smile turns playful. “Now, I had this super sexy plan that involved a lot more of that towel to seduce you into that bed there, just because it seemed like the sort of thing to do,” he says, “but what do you say we just take a nap?”

Magnus laughs. They both don’t have time for things like naps, they both have things to do, entire worlds to attend to, but then he looks back up at Alec and thinks: their worlds can wait for one day. They can have this.

“Yes,” he replies, “That sounds lovely.” He takes Alec’s hand, letting him lead him to the bed, and settles into the sheets, curling his body towards the other as he does so.

“This was a horrible idea. I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep when I know you’re here,” Alec whispers after a moment. “I never want to look away.” Magnus smiles, trying to keep the mood light despite the way his breath catches.

“You’re a sap.” He leans in to steal another kiss, and grins. “Also, for the record, I wouldn’t be opposed to the seduction plan later,” he adds, which prompts Alexander to snort loudly even as his eyes crinkle at the corners in amusement.

“Good to know,” he says. “Good to know.”

They’ll probably discuss that more thoroughly tomorrow. For now, they sleep.

#my writing #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #idk what to tag in here aksdj

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misssquidtracy · 4 years

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A Tail of Whoa

A pick-me-up for @i-am-chidorixblossom, starring Virgil and Kayo. Not proof-read, but I hope it makes you smile.

Raw humour (a bit on the crude side in places, but sometimes that’s just what life calls for).

Very slight language warning.

Plot: Virgil decides to sharpen his dating skills on Kayo and try and one-up his brothers in the process.

-x-

Kayo met Virgil as instructed in Thunderbird Two’s hanger at six on the dot. She’d followed his advice and was wearing some comfortable cargo trousers paired with flat boots.

Virgil meanwhile, was wearing his usual casual ensemble. Plaid, plaid and more plaid. Kayo’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. He’d lose brownie points for that.

Virgil remained oblivious to Kayo’s displeasure with his wardrobe choice, opting instead to open Thunderbird Two’s hatch, before holding a hand out and bowing slightly, “Ladies first.”

Kayo grunted and hopped into the passenger seat, nose stuck in the air like an aristocratic ostrich.

“No drinking tonight,” she announced sternly as Virgil clambered in after her, “We’re back on the roster in nine hours.”

Virgil threw her a lopsided grin as Thunderbird Two taxied over to its launch ramp, “Oh don’t worry. Where I’m taking you, they don’t have alcohol.”

That piqued Kayo’s interest.

-x-

Gordon shielded his eyes against the sun as Thunderbird Two blasted away from Tracy Island, a devious grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Alright, they’re gone!” he announced, vaulting over one of the sofas as he scurried back into the den, “Time to plug in!”

Scott, who’d had his head stuck in the fridge, glanced up and frowned, “The mini cam is already wired in and good to go. Virgil said their ETA should be around half six, so we can start live streaming then.”

“Where are they going?” Alan asked, popping the top off a can of soda.

“Montana I think,” Scott replied, emerging from the fridge with a plate of leftovers, “I wasn’t really listening when Virgil told me.”

Gordon meanwhile, was busy tinkering with several gadgets that he was trying to link into the den’s holoprojector. In his hands were five different remote controls of some description. The aquanaut punched a fist in the air when a signal was established between the remotes and whatever devices they controlled.

“Scott, can you start streaming now please? I have something I wanna test out before they land.”

Scott frowned, but put his plate down with a sigh and did as ordered. Seconds later, the forms of Virgil and Kayo sat in Thunderbird Two ‘s cockpit appeared.

“Patch in the sound as well, please,” Gordon added, biting his lip as a smile the size of Spain threatened to engulf his face.

Scott obeyed, and Virgil’s voice began to echo around the den.

“So Kayo, I notice that you’re quick to chastise us for our lack of dating activity, but tell me, when was the last time you yourself went on a date? I don’t see you leave Tracy Island for anything other than work.”

While Scott and Alan were preoccupied with listening to Kayo’s reply, Gordon seized one of his remote controls and stabbed one of the buttons on it.

*Fart*

Brothers one and five blinked in shock as a rather vulgar sound reverberated around the den. Meanwhile, on the hologram, Virgil shot Kayo a poorly masked look of horror.

After an awkward second of silence, the engineer tried to resume the conversation.

“Ahem…anyway Kayo, as I was saying-“

*Faaaaaart*

“Geez woman, I get that you might be nervous, but I’m not that scary!” Virgil snapped, twisting his head around to stare at his colleague in disgust.

Kayo, meanwhile, looked equally outraged, “It’s not me you idiot! I thought it was you!”

Virgil gave a splutter that lacked any sort of dignity, “Me? Who do you think I am?! I’m not Gordon!”

At the mention of the aquanaut’s name, Scott sent a shell-shocked glance in his brother’s direction. Gordon was sat on the sofa, proudly brandishing his controller. As if to confirm Scott’s thought, he pressed one of the buttons with an air of flourish.

Another massive toot echoed around Thunderbird Two’s cockpit.

“Fart machine,” Gordon proudly announced, tossing the controller in the air and deftly catching it, “Got four of ‘em stashed all over Thunderbird Two. Virg won’t be looking like such a pro by the time he lands!”

Entranced by anything featuring crude humour, Alan snatched the controller off Gordon and began excitedly smashing the various buttons.

*Fart Fart Faaaaart*

The youngest exploded into hysterics at the expression on Virgil’s face. The engineer looked torn between being utterly mortified and utterly disgusted, “Kayo! For goodness sake, ease up on the ration bars, or whatever the hell you’re eating back there!”

In a state of embarrassed fury, Kayo wrenched off one of her boots and lobbed it at Virgil’s head, clipping him around the ear and causing Thunderbird Two to momentarily launch off course as a result.

“For god’s sake Virgil, this has Gordon written all over it! I’m going to do a quick sweep, he must have stashed away some whoopee cushions that he’s activating remotely.”

Gordon felt panic rising in his chest as Kayo quickly located each and every one of the fart machines he’d hidden throughout Thunderbird Two. Determined to go out on a high note, the aquanaut started stabbing the buttons on each controller in rapid succession, letting loose a long string of artificial flatulence as Kayo expertly located and disabled each machine.

*Fart Fart Fart Faaaaart Fart Fart Faaaaaaart*

Virgil looked as if he were hanging on by a thread as he brought Thunderbird Two in to land, his eyes rising to the heavens as if silently begging his ancestors for strength. By the time he’d opened the hatch and hopped onto solid land (after Kayo of course, because he was a gentleman), he was regretting his decision to choose an activity that didn’t feature alcohol.

-x-

Any reservations Kayo had felt prior to leaving Tracy Island vanished in a flash as she followed Virgil away from Thunderbird Two.

Fart machines forgotten, Thunderbird Shadow’s pilot allowed her inner child to squeal in delight as green eyes clapped onto a corral full of horses.

“A ranch?” she asked, her jaw hitting the floor as she drank in the unfamiliar sights, sounds and smells, “What are we doing at a ranch?”

“You’ll see,” Virgil answered with a suave smile, leading Kayo towards a large barn at the end of the corral they’d landed near.

Back on Tracy Island, Gordon, Scott and Alan stared at the holofeed in stupefied silence.

“Wow…” Alan muttered, sinking onto the sofa in awe as a farmhand handed Virgil the reins of two gorgeous black mustangs, “Geez, I never would have thought of something as cool as going horseback riding!”

Scott gave a low whistle, “He’s set the bar pretty high, that’s for sure.”

Gordon meanwhile, was practically drooling, his love for animals overshadowing his rivalry with Virgil, “Ah man, I’d have packed Thunderbird Two full of apples instead of fart machines if I’d known that was where they were going!”

Kayo looked similarly thrilled. As part of their extensive and ongoing training, every member of International Rescue knew how to ride (some better than others), however it was Kayo who was the secret authority on all things equine.

Virgil was by far the best rider of his brothers, and swung up onto his horse with practised ease. Kayo vaulted up onto her own with evident excitement.

“Reckon she’ll ditch him and go off with the horse instead?” Scott asked, snorting with laughter at his own joke. Gordon made a sound of humorous acknowledgement, but was busy staring at the hologram with an enigmatic expression on his face.

Alan, meanwhile, was utterly enthralled. His blue eyes were wide and his chin was propped up on his hands as he drank in the dramatic Wild West views the spycam was capturing. The fluid motion of Virgil and Kayo’s horses as they glided over the dramatic terrain only captivated Alan further, sucking him into the romantic tension his brother was expertly creating.

Without tearing his eyes from the scene in front of him, Alan hastily reengaged the audio feed and started to eavesdrop on Virgil’s and Kayo’s conversation with rapt interest.

Gordon grunted something about Virgil being ‘old fashioned’, before changing his mind and dropping the ‘fashioned’ to just leave ‘old’. Bored already with the horses and the scenery, the aquanaut shuffled off to the kitchen in search of food, the enigmatic look refusing to leave his face.

On the holofeed, Virgil was pointing towards a rocky outcropping that he and Kayo were cantering towards, “That’s Mount Grinnell, one of Glacier Park’s most iconic mountains. People travel from far and wide just to witness the beautiful sunsets from its peak. The Nakota tribe used to perform san dance rituals at the base of the mountain to pray for good health. Some people say being present at the peak when the sun just starts to set will grant good fortune. Fancy a look?”

Kayo’s eyes looked set to pop clean out of her head, “After that history lesson? Race you up there!”

Scott sighed wistfully as both Kayo and Virgil’s mounts exploded into a gallop, “Man, he is smooth. I mean I’m thinking about going!”

Alan meanwhile, was busy scribbling down every word that left Virgil’s mouth on a piece of scrap paper, pausing every now and then to make side notes on body posture and facial expressions.

“Nice topline, good flanks…” Virgil called as he drew level with Kayo.

“Nice topline, good flanks…” Alan repeated, frantically scrawling for all he was worth.

Scott, who’d been munching his way through his plate of leftovers, lifted his head and frowned, “He’s talking about the horse, Alan. Not Kayo.”

Over in the kitchen, Gordon threw back his head and laughed as Alan hastily crossed out half of his notes, his face the same colour as Thunderbird Three.

As Virgil and Kayo began their ascent up Mount Grinnell, a freshly showered John suddenly materialised from the bathroom.

“What did I miss?” the redhead asked as he glided down the stairs, squinting at the scene that was being broadcast in the middle of the den, “Is that Mount Grinnell? And are they on horseback?”

“Yes and yes,” Gordon replied, slapping some slices of bread onto a plate, “Fancy a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? I can make extra if you’re hungry.”

“Guys!” Alan leapt to his feet as if he’d sat on a firework, “They’ve stopped and dismounted!”

John frowned, “They can’t have summitted that quickly. They must have stopped to rest the horses.”

Alan didn’t care, his attention back on cataloguing Virgil’s every move.

“This could be crunch time!” Scott exclaimed, rubbing his hands together in anticipation as he retook his seat on the sofa, “Let’s see what ‘pro bro’ does when faced with a romantic sunset.”

Gordon choked on his PB&J sandwich, however managed to regain his composure with a quick thump to the chest. Taking a seat on the sofa next to Alan, the aquanaut seemed unable to keep a straight face as he absently crammed the remainder of his sandwich into his mouth.

Alan and Scott meanwhile, were transfixed. Even John was leaning over the back of the sofa in interest.

“Reckon he’ll go for some lip action?” Scott asked, sighing as if he were watching a romantic movie.

“Maybe,” John replied, tilting his head slightly, “You know how competitive he is.”

“Eww!” Alan cringed, visibly disturbed, “You don’t reckon he’ll do that while we’re watching, do you?”

Like an owner instructing a dog to poop on command, John pushed himself vertical and pointed towards the staircase, “Alan, this content might not be suitable for you. Kindly go to bed.”

Gordon barked a laugh at the youngest’s outraged expression, however was quickly hushed by Scott.

“Guys, I think it’s going to happen!”

Four pairs of eyes returned to the holofeed, which was showing a sunset almost as beautiful as the ones seen from Tracy Island. Virgil obviously had his arm around Kayo and Kayo was obviously leaning into him, looking every inch like a besotted teenage girl. Their horses were tethered to a nearby tree, tails swishing calmly.

John and Scott held their breath as Kayo scooted her face closer to Virgil’s, while Alan dove under a cushion for cover.

5…

4…

3…

2…

1…

*Fart*

John’s jaw went slack, while Scott dropped his bowl of leftover lasagne onto the floor, the china shattering on impact.

On the livestream, Virgil and Kayo’s horses reared up in fright at the unfamiliar noise. Before Virgil could so much as locate the fart machine that had somehow been stowed in his back pocket, both horses snapped their reins, spun around and bolted off into the distance.

Alan rounded on Gordon, who was predictably clutching another remote control. John, who’d been absent for the first round of flatulence-induced drama, hastily connected the dots in his head before slapping a palm over his face.

Scott looked about as crestfallen as if his favourite hero had just died. Alan made a mental note to remind his brother that it wasn’t a movie they were watching.

“Gordon…explain,” John instructed wearily, sighing as a headache began to taunt the back of his eyes.

Gordon merely gave the redhead a cocky smile, before tossing the remote control over his shoulder and into a potted fern, “I stashed an emergency fart machine in Virg’s pocket in case things started going too well. Survival of the smartest, not the smoothest.”

A loud string of profanities started to echo around the den as Virgil and Kayo watched their mounts become dim dots on the horizon.

“How are they going to get home?” John asked, tapping the holoscreen, “Aerial scans show that they’re over ten miles from the ranch.”

“Can’t they bring in Thunderbird Two remotely?” Scott suggested, ignoring the high-five Gordon was exchanging with Alan.

“Virgil’s not wearing any of his gear,” John replied grimly, “He’s no way of activating the remote controls.”

“Looks like they’re walking then!” Alan observed, beaming gleefully as the language Virgil and Kayo were throwing began to travel south.

“I’ll go and pick them up in Thunderbird One,” Scott sighed, jolting slightly when Gordon suddenly clamped a hand onto his shoulder.

“You undo my work, and you’ll be next,” the aquanaut threatened, motioning to the horse-less Virgil and Kayo, “Don’t underestimate me, Scott. I can cause real damage.”

Quickly weighing up the risks in his mind, Scott came to a snap conclusion and remained firmly seated on the sofa.

“I don’t want to be anywhere near here when they eventually get back,” John exclaimed, pushing himself away from the sofa and heading back towards the stairs, “I’m off to enjoy a sleep in a proper bed. ‘Night guys.”

“Night!” Alan and Gordon called absently, not tearing their eyes (or ears) away from the livestream for a second. Virgil was shooting the hovering mini-camera a glare that could have stripped the paint clean off Thunderbird’s Three and Four, however Kayo seemed blissfully unaware of its presence.

Gordon and Alan stared on regardless.

“At least they’ll have a good tale to tell when they eventually get home,” Scott began, sniggering as Virgil and Kayo’s exchange reached screaming point.

“Yeah?” Gordon asked, absently hoovering up a couple of stray sandwich crumbs.

Scott grinned wickedly, “A Tail of ‘Whoa’!”

FIN

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imacrowcawcaw · 4 years

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Treasure Ch. 2 (Penntin)

(Ch. 1 on Tumblr) (AO3)

Summary:

Quentin fucks up a spell (Penny may or may not have also helped/hindered).

Quentin is the reason why everything smells like the Bog of Eternal Stench and Penny can't see.

Quentin’s run-amuck brain brings all sorts of problems to the table.

Quentin is starting to make Penny feel funny in his chest (and his pants).

Fuck Quentin, man.

Notes: Okay so I have been binge-watching like a crazy lady and gotten up to the middle of season 3 (which is FAST for me) so this is almost hard to write, knowing things that have happened… but also fun to take it back to a simpler time, in a way. I’m putting this roughly at episode 10 era, I think? Some stuff has happened, but they’re not on any time-entrenched quest right now.

Also, the spell they did? Google translate (eek). I tried my best, but I couldn’t find something that seemed fitting in any online spell books so I made my own to suit my purposes. So sorry if you speak Azerbaijani and this is wrong, I just kinda picked a language.

One last thing: I am still not sure about updates. I know I posted this chapter about a week after the first, but that’s because I’m on spring break and am, as I have said, OBSESSED. The next chapter might be tomorrow, it might be two weeks from now, I don’t know. But I’ll try not to let it hang too long!

@penntin

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“Uh, should we go to the infirmary?”

Penny sighed and rolled his eyes. “No, Q, we should not. Let’s just go through the rest of life blind and unable to smell anything other than that god awful-”

“Okay!” Quentin snapped, surprising him a little, and looked up from where he was kneeling at Penny’s feet. “Look, I’m sorry that we somehow messed up. I don’t know what it was. But whatever the hell happened, clearly we need to stick together. So can we just, I don’t know, get along for a bit?”

“Hmm…. No.”

Quentin huffed but shakily stood up anyways, keeping a hand on Penny’s body the whole time; Penny thought about knocking him in the jaw when he felt fingers running from his knee all the way up to his ribs. Instead, he let Quentin do it - he liked breathing clean even more than personal space - and tried to ignore the odd shiver that ran up his spine.

They grudgingly maintained contact, by arm or back and once by Penny yanking Quentin’s stupid hair, as they gathered up their belongings. Quentin was still a nervous, confused mess as he babbled mentally about what could have gone wrong. Penny grit his teeth at the panicked monologue and answered each suggestion that popped up in his head with a terse “no”, “maybe”, “don’t be dumb”, or “better not be”.

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The girl at the infirmary sighed when she saw them. Penny couldn’t say he blamed her; both of them had been in here. A lot. Together, usually. Because they either got hurt by each other or on the other’s behalf.

“What is it this time? I don’t see any blood…”

Penny grunted. What a fucking day. At least there wasn’t any blood, he had to concede (though, if he had to spend another minute with Quentin…). He followed her along to the room he usually ended up in, dragging Q by the wrist until they reached the bed.

She busied herself with something on a clipboard while Penny stood with a death grip on Quentin’s hand. Any looser and the guy would start pacing like a madman, he could feel the desire in his head. And wasn’t this just fucking annoying? It was over, they weren’t gonna lose each other, could he put his goddamn wards back up?!

“So, what’s the problem, then?”

She blinked expectantly, and Penny had the brief thought that she was very beautiful. Tilted eyes, dark hair, a pointed, pale face and very pink lips.

Quentin gave him an odd, almost alarmed look - like he was worried about something Penny had said - but he ignored it. He hadn’t said anything at all; Coldwater must have hit his head hard when he tripped like an idiot.

“This one fucked up a locator spell,” he said, jerking Quentin’s wrist in his grasp so the guy lurched forward a bit. “We’re fine if we’re touching, but the moment we let go there’s this smelly, blinding fog. Also, I think he hit his head cause he won’t stop looking at me.”

He didn’t like how she was looking at him -- like he had just started speaking Tagalog instead of English. Were those really such weird symptoms? But he knew he hadn’t been speaking gibberish, at least, because Quentin nodded in shameful agreement. Though, he had heard a ‘your fault, too’ somewhere in his head.

“Shut it, asswipe,” he hissed. Then he turned to address the confused lady again. “Look, can you just get Lispon. Please?”

Since when do you say please.

Penny glared at Quentin and sat back on the bed, not bothering to hide his smirk as Coldwater stumbled and landed half on top of him. They both half-heartedly shoved at each other and settled onto the hospital bed, legs pressed together. He reached for a glass of water that had materialized on the bedside table and accidentally ceased contact, the smell hitting so sudden he could barely contain the bile in his throat.

Quentin squealed - fucking squealed - and Penny looked back at him with a start -- he was completely clear. Every greasy strand of hair, every zit on his ugly mug, the shocked look in his watering eyes. They stared at each other and the smell stopped and the fog melted away, like a shitty adventure movie at the peak of it’s quest; treasure located.

He scowled and knocked their knees together, bringing the rest of the room back into light. Lipson came hurrying around the corner, heels clicking, and Penny sighed. He didn’t feel good about this.

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“Interesting. Very interesting.”

Penny wanted to murder Dean Fogg. He wanted to murder everyone. He especially wanted to murder Quentin, but that wasn’t really new. Right now, though, Dean Fogg in particular could go fuck a hornet’s nest along with his loathed “roomie”.

He grit his teeth against what was very clearly a bad steal of cinema doctors’ lines and shifted in the wooden chair. It creaked in the most irritating way - purposefully tortuous, awkwardly long and broken up, never quite coming to an end - and he was ready to murder the entire faculty right now.

The only thing that kept him from leaping up and snatching the tumbler of whiskey out of the Dean’s hands, if nothing else, was the fucking magical chain wound around his and Quentin’s wrists. Cause that was just the icing on this foggy, shit-scented cake.

“So you don’t know what you did?” the Dean asked them.

Penny bristled. “Man, if we did, do you think we’d fucking be in here?”

Fogg shrugged and raised his hands in a placating gesture -- Penny hated that. He hated people trying to make him forget his anger when he was justifiably upset. Hated it. Especially when it was people with more power trying to tell him to be satisfied with the little they gave him.

Answers. For once at this fucking school I just want a straight answer.

Yup, agreed. I wouldn’t have asked like Penny but, man, we just want answers. What did we do?

Had… had Q just responded to him? To his thoughts? That had never happened -- it wasn’t supposed to happen. Sure, Quentin’s thought diarrhea leaked all the time but HIS was not supposed to. He was the tightest warded psychic on this fucking campus! Loose-lips over there shouldn’t be able to break into him.

Oh shit, really? Sorry dude, I’m not trying to.

He had thought that it was just Quentin’s shitty wards, but if they were having a mental conversation here, as in a two way street where he was fucking exposed, this was not good. At all. It was also very annoying -- like, seriously, universe? Of all the people to be chained up to and mentally communicating with, it was Quentin?

“Ahem, Penny?”

He blinked back to concentration as the Dean leaned forward and stared at him through those kinda-creepy-kinda-cool glasses. Why the fuck was everyone staring at him? He was not at fault here!

Well, I mean… you messed up too. But I don’t know. Did they say something?

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Quentin!”

The Dean sat back in his seat. “Glad you’re back with us, Penny. As I was saying, do you recall which spell you were trying to cast?”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. He just wanted to sleep. “It was some locator, I can’t really pronounce the name. We were trying to find a lost item? We chose one of my scarfs that’s probably hidden somewhere in the Physical Cottage. Eliot keeps stealing my shit.”

“I think I know what it was.”

Suddenly, heels clicked, and the voice of a certain sexy, blonde professor spoke up behind him. She laid a hand on Penny’s shoulder and he settled into it, privately happy to have her there. Sure, she was still a professor, but she was cool and helped him out (and she really was beautiful. He would sleep with her even if it wasn’t for school.)

Oh Jesus, dude, seriously? Sunderland?

Quentin-

“Spell for revealing the truth. Həqiqəti üzə çıxarmaq üçün yazın. It’s in Azerbaijani, and they had to translate it themselves if I’m not mistaken.”

Quentin nodded his head and his ridiculous fucking hair swung with it like a car wash. Penny grit his teeth. This whole situation was fucking fucked! Even the sight of Quentin sitting next to him, having to hear his thoughts, feel his hand chained to Penny’s -- it was driving him insane. The guy’s very existence could grate on his nerves, sometimes (especially when he was being an idiot and ruining life for Penny).

“Well, let’s go over your notes and see if we can find the problem that way.”

His wrist was roughly yanked as Quentin shuffled around in his bag and got the notebook they - 80% Penny - had been doing the work out of. There were pages of scribbled symbols, diagrams, and translations; hours and hours of work sent down the drain by an idiot.

Might I remind you that, if you did eighty percent of the work, you’re eighty percent at fault here?

You know what? If this little dude wanted to talk back to Penny in his own fucking head then fine.

Might I remind you, I can make your miserable life even worse with a snap of my fingers?

Quentin huffed and turned his head. Coward. Penny could feel thoughts from Quentin’s mind inside of his own, but he decided to ignore them for now; there were more important things to do. Like removing the leech on his arm.

“Oh,” Professor Sunderland gasped, and Penny looked up.

That didn’t sound like a good oh. If this was permanent - or if the cure cost him even a hair off of his ass - Penny was going to kill Quentin.

You keep saying you’re going to kill everyone. Can you just hurry up and do it already, then?

Keep talking smart-ass, I’ll get you when you least expect it.

Blah blah blah. I know what you’re thinking! You can’t get the one up on me now.

Penny scowled and turned back to Sunderland. He could feel Quentin gloating in his head but he ignored it, again, for the sake of maturity and his sanity. The notebook was propped up against a globe on the Dean’s desk and they all peered at it, reading first the original spell pasted in and then the scribbled translation next to it.

İtirilmiş şeyi tapın.

Gözlərimi bağlayın.

Düşüncələrimi istiqamətləndirin.

Məni uydurmalardan müəyyənləşdir.

İtirilmiş şeyi tapın.

Find the one that was lost.

Unblind my eyes.

Guide my thoughts.

Deter me from falsities.

Find the one that was lost.

“The one?” Sunderland’s voice came, next to Penny’s right ear, and he looked up at her.

She looked nervous, which caused some anxiety to roll in his own gut; Quentin was feeling the same. Ten times as intense, of course, cause he was Quentin, but… the look on her face was bad. The whole situation was fucking bad. Quentin was so dead.

“What’s wrong with it?”

She looked at Quentin. Fogg came around the desk and poured two fingers of brandy into two cups, handing one to each of them. They looked at each other as the chain around their wrists - keeping them together, per Lipson’s assistance - rattled.

This is bad if he’s giving us alcohol to cut the news with.

“Your translation was off by one word, but it was a big one,” Sunderland began, her hand tightening on Penny’s shoulder. Somehow, it was no longer comforting -- he shrugged her off. She continued slowly.

“The spell was used by ancient explorers to find lost items, usually in cursed areas. The goal was to set their sight on the one thing, and the one thing only, so they wouldn’t get distracted by sirens or other treasure or anything like that. What you did… instead of sending yourself on a hunt for a scarf, you sent yourself on a quest for “the one that was lost”. Somehow, you set each other up as the objects, and now the spell will try and deter you from anything that separates you.”’

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captain-azoren · 4 years

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The Spirit Forged, Chapter 3 - Tame

“Uhg, he reeks," Ginger said as she pinched her nose. "Have you been bathing him?"

"Well I could try to hose him down again." Varrick said as he grabbed a leaky fire hose from the wall. Raiga hissed and hid behind Ginger, his hair standing on end and his tail puffing up.

"Let's try a bathtub instead…"

Varrick tests Raiga's abilities, and starts to civilize him with the help of Ginger.

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Raiga paced back and forth in front of the steel bars, reinforced since his escape the other day. The staff had managed to tranquilize him again, but not before he had gotten a better look at where he was. Raiga was being held at Varrick's lab on the outskirts of Republic City, away from the prying eyes of the public. It was a large facility where Varrick Global Industries conducted its research and development projects. This was the place where many scientific breakthroughs had been discovered in the last decade. Varrick wanted to keep his new discovery a secret until he was ready for a big reveal.

Since Raiga's capture, Varrick has been testing and observing what he could do. Raiga had already proven strong enough to bend steel bars without too much effort, but Varrick needed to know more. To gather data, the scientist ran some experiments.

First, Varrick placed a steak inside a metal crate and covered it with a massive lead weight, over one-thousand kilos. Raiga smelled it, and heaved the weight aside as though he were moving an office desk.

Next, Varrick tested Raiga's speed, which in hindsight may not have been the safest experiment. He took the beast-man out into an empty airstrip that he owned. Varrick held a roasted turducken out the back of a jeep and began to drive off. His assistants opened Raiga's cage, much to their reluctance, and Raiga darted out after the meat. Raiga caught up with the jeep in a matter of seconds. Thankfully, they had brought plenty more meat to lead him back into his cage.

With those out of the way, Varrick was ready for the next stage of tests; intelligence. Varrick started simple, with some basic shape puzzles. Children's toys, really. He had gotten some for whenever he and Zhu Li decided they wanted a baby, but she said they weren't ready. Varrick figured he could put them to good use.

Raiga fit the square pegs into the square holes, no problem. He stacked the rings in order from largest to smallest. It seemed he was at least smarter than a wild animal. From there, Varrick tried harder puzzles, like a jigsaw puzzle, albeit one with large pieces. The beast-man was able to place the six pieces where they all belonged after a couple of minutes, and for each puzzle Raiga solved, he got a nice fat salmon-trout to snack on.

What really interested Varrick was Raiga's ability to speak. The beast-man had uttered a few simple words, like "yes," "no" and "meat". Varrick reentered the observation room, a box of flash-cards in one hand and a bucket of chick-bacon in the other. Raiga sniffed the air and his eyes lit up when he saw the food. Varrick sat down on a stool in front of the cage, and the beast-man sat down cross-legged.

"Alright Raiga, here's the deal," Varrick began. "I'll show you some pictures. Every time you say what's on the card, you get one of these," Varrick held up the chick-bacon bucket, Raiga's eyes following closely. There were steel bars between them, but Varrick learned quickly to stay more than arm's length away from the cage when there was food around. "Understand?"

Raiga nodded, and his eyes darted back to Varrick as he pulled out the first card. It had the picture of a tree.

"What's this?" The scientist asked.

"Rrr, trrreee?" Raiga said.

"Good!" Varrick tossed him a chick-bacon strip through the bars. Raiga caught the crispy meat in his mouth and chewed it up. "Now, this one?"

"Mmnn, apple!"

"Good, next!" Another strip and another card.

"Cl-c-cloud."

"You're on a roll, tomcat. This one?"

"Mmmountain."

"And this one?" Varrick held up a picture of a Satomobile. Raiga squinted at it, stumped. He growled as he scratched his head, trying to remember what it was called. Suddenly, the door opened, and Raiga turned his head to the sound.

"Gingerrr!"

"Huh? No, sa-to-mo-bile," Varrick said.

"Ahem." Came a voice. Varrick turned around to see his favorite mover star Ginger standing in the doorway, looking just as bemused as ever.

"Ginger, what are you doing here?" Varrick asked as he set the bucket down a little too close to the cage and stood up.

"I've been trying to reach you for over a week now," Ginger said in annoyance. "My agent finally found out where you were and… is that him?" The actress asked as she finally took note of Raiga. Varrick turned to see the cat-boy chowing down on the chick-bacon and making a mess.

"Oh yeah, I've been running some tests to see what he can do," Varrick replied with a grin. "I'm gonna teach him how to talk, maybe even sing."

"Whatever," Ginger sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Look, if we're not doing the mover anymore, would you just pay me for my time and end my contract? I have other projects I could be doing."

"No, no, Ginger: Warrior Princess is still on, we've just had to do some rewrites to the script," Varrick responded and he gestured to the cage. "And we've given you a new co-star!" Ginger raised an eyebrow, then grimaced.

"Him?!" Ginger asked. "He's an animal!"

"Animals can be actors, remember Pabu and Naga?" Varrick asked. "Look, I'm telling you, people are going to be fighting over tickets to the premiere of this mover, just to see this guy! Oh, and you too, of course."

Ginger gave Varrick a skeptical glance. "No one else even knows about him though…"

"Oh, they will," Varrick said as he went to sit back down. "The whole world will know when I give him his big debut, but first, I've got to civilize him." The scientist shuffled his flash cards as Raiga finished the chick-bacon.

The cat-boy looked to Ginger curiously, and they locked eyes for a moment. He seemed so unearthly to the actress and so savage, but she did not feel as afraid as she did in their first encounter. Maybe it was just the cage he was in, but Ginger was more intrigued than anxious now.

"Gingerrr…" Raiga said softly, his tufted tail swishing back and forth.

"I think he likes you," Varrick said. "Hey, I'll double your money if you stick around the lab and help me teach him how to act on camera."

"…Okay." Ginger answered to Varrick's surprise.

"Really? Well alright!" Varrick took out another card and held it out. "What's this?"

"Rrriverr."

"No Raiga, it's clearly a stream." Varrick sighed and the beast-man growled with annoyance. "I'm gonna need more chick-bacon."

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Over the course of the next week, Varrick and Ginger began teaching Raiga basic speech, as well as honing his dexterity. It took a while, but they managed to get him to sit down at a dining table. What took even longer was teaching him how to use utensils. Spoons were not too difficult, but chopsticks were another matter. One step at a time, Varrick said. It was frustrating work, but worth the extra pay.

"Uhg, he reeks," Ginger said as she pinched her nose. "Have you been bathing him?"

"Well I could try to hose him down again." Varrick said as he grabbed a leaky fire hose from the wall. Raiga hissed and hid behind Ginger, his hair standing on end and his tail puffing up.

"Let's try a bathtub instead…" Ginger muttered. Soon enough, the staff had dragged in a large metal tub and they filled it with water.

Raiga carefully approached with a little coaxing and dipped a finger into the water to test the temperature. It was lukewarm, but he was used to swimming in pond water anyway. The cat-boy trilled happily before hopping in the tub with his loincloth still on, submerging himself in the water and spilling it everywhere.

"I guess jungle cats really do like water," Varrick said as he picked up a bottle from the floor. "Alright, let's soap him up."

"Uh, no way," Ginger said as she crossed her arms and turned up her nose. "I'm not some nanny. Can't you get one of the staff to do it?"

"I would, but they're all too scared for some reason." Varrick replied while he shook the shampoo bottle.

"I need a break anyway." The actress began to walk towards the exit. Raiga saw her leaving and let out a long whine.

"Gingerrr, nnnoooo…" The cat-boy pleaded. Ginger looked back at him and his big, sparkly blue eyes.

"Uhhg, relax, I won't be gone long, just getting some lunch." Ginger said as she left. Raiga grumbled sadly as Varrick squirted some shampoo onto his shaggy head.

"Aw cheer up, Fuzzy," Varrick said as he lathered up the shampoo. "You know what girls like? Clean hair. I know from experience."

Meanwhile, Ginger made her way to the break room and fetched her box lunch from the fridge. Normally, she would have liked to have gone to a café, but the lab was a little too far from any. Besides, reporters had been getting a little too nosey lately, and she preferred her privacy. The actress had packed a simple noodle salad and poured some tea. She still preferred to be waited on, but it was not as though she could not take care of herself. Ginger was not born a mover star, after all.

Sitting down to eat, Ginger opened a newspaper that had been left on the table. As she stirred her food a bit with her chopsticks, Ginger spotted a column titled "The Equalist Fallout." The actress frowned as she skimmed it. The column was a retrospective of the Equalist movement from several years ago, from its modest beginnings to its violent end. A few Equalist cells were reported to still exist, but the organization had all but died after Amon's fall.

"Hmph, good riddance…" Ginger muttered. She sipped her tea as she looked down at an archived photo of one of the earliest Equalist rallies. It was a crowd of people standing in front of a speaker, with a banner of Amon in the back. The image was one Ginger was familiar with, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary… save for a leaf-shaped hat among the crowd…

Ginger nearly choked on her tea. She coughed a few times to make sure none of the warm liquid went down into her lungs. The actress took a long look at the picture again. Indeed, there was someone in the crowd wearing a leaf-shaped hat, but they had their back to the camera, their face turned away and the rest of their body obscured. She took a deep breath, sighed, and went back to her food. It was nothing to worry about. It was just history now…

Back in the observation room, Raiga emerged from beneath the water and took a gulp of air, the soap rinsing off of him. Varrick shielded himself as Raiga shook his shaggy head and sent water flying everywhere.

"Ladies also love a good haircut," The scientist said as he tossed Raiga a towel. "Don't worry, I know the best stylist in the city. Not Zhu Li good of course, but close enough."

As Raiga began to towel dry his air, Ginger entered back into the room, having finished her lunch.

"Varrick, you should really have a cafeteria for this place or-WAH!" Ginger caught a glimpse of Raiga's bare naked backside and covered her eyes, blushing furiously. "What happened to his loincloth!?"

"Came off in the wash I guess," Varrick said as he fished out the piece of fur from the tub. "Don't worry, he's pretty much human down there."

"Can we please get him some real pants to wear already!?" Ginger asked.

"Can do, but not before he's all dry," Varrick said as he went to plug in a handheld hairdryer. "Raiga, come 'ere!" He turned on the hair dryer, the device whirring loudly. Raiga hissed and jumped away, dropping his towel and landing right in front of Ginger. The actress let out a squeal when she saw him and covered her face once more. She hopped around in fright as Varrick chased the cat boy around the room, causing a mess.

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Raiga slipped his tail through the rear end of the new pair of sturdy blue pants and secured them around his waist with a light brown belt. He trilled as he moved his legs, testing them.

"Specially tailored just for you," Varrick said as he put away his needle and thread into a box. "Good thing I asked Zhu Li to teach me how to sew. Now you just need a shirt, some shoes, the whole shebang! Then you'll be ready to hit the town."

"We go town?" Raiga asked, his tail flicking back and forth.

"Not quite yet, but soon," Varrick reassured him and tossed Raiga a white tank top with a V-neck. "We've still got to work on your vocabulary, it's WILL we go TO town. Now, I think it's time we gave you a manicure. Those claws are a danger to all furniture-kind."

Raiga growled in disappointment. He had decided to stick around the lab because Varrick kept feeding him all sorts of delicious meats that he had never found in the forest. The cat-boy was starting to get tired of being cooped up though. The idea of a giant forest made of stone and metal made Raiga excited and curious. As soon as he learned what Varrick and Ginger were teaching him, then he could see it.

He picked up his lessons quickly. It was as though he was merely remembering how to ride a bicycle. Raiga's grammar improved, to the point that he could say what he meant with one simple sentence. Even still, he could not hold a conversation, and often became anxious and restless when he had to sit still and talk for too long. Nevertheless, Varrick was happy with their progress, and felt confident that Raiga would soon be presentable.

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"Left, right, right, left," Ginger said as she moved her feet to the rhythm of the music. "Raiga, pay attention." The cat-boy was fascinated by the sounds coming from the record player, but he snapped to attention and began to mimic Ginger's dancing. "Alright, you're getting the hang of it. I bet Varrick wants us to do a musical number. Okay, together now."

Raiga tilted his head as Ginger took his right hand in her left. She placed his other hand on her waist and held onto his shoulder.

"One two three, one two three…" Ginger said softly as they moved across the smooth floor.

"Left, left, rrright, right, left, left." Raiga said as he concentrated on his feet, moving in sync with the actress to the beat.

"You've got it!" Ginger said in an uncharacteristically cheery tone. She looked up at Raiga and felt a shock when they locked eyes. The beast-man's eyes were still startling. The bright, saturated blue of his irises almost seemed to glow. They were unlike the calming, icy blue eyes common in the Water Tribes, much less Ginger's own dark grey. Framed by the rust-colored markings on his face and with the vertical slits of his pupils, it seemed to trigger a deep, primal fear in the actress.

That fear was kept in check by her innate human curiosity. How did Raiga come to exist, Ginger wondered? Was he born this way? Did something happen? She wanted to know.

"Raiga, what are you?" Ginger asked him. Raiga let out a low, soft growl, looking away as he thought.

"Don't know, don't remember," The beast-man answered sadly. He looked back up at Ginger and reached for her face. She let out a small gasp as he ran two fingers through her red hair. The actress blushed, and Raiga tilted his head curiously. "You… like me?"

"Uh, um, I…" Ginger became flustered as she pulled away. Raiga let out a soft whine. What kind of a question was that? She turned away to hide her embarrassed expression, and went to the record player to change the music track. "Let's just move on to the next dance. You're doing really well, Raiga, don't get distracted now…"

Raiga stared at Ginger forlornly a moment longer, then gave a shrug as he tapped his foot to the new tune. There was one more reason Raiga decided to stay and play along.

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"Alright, try it one more time," Varrick said as he sat down in the arm chair. "The rice is nice with Fire Nation spice." To his right, Ginger lounged on the sofa, fanning herself with a gold-trimmed palm-leaf fan. In front of him sat Raiga on a stool. Raiga scratched his head and cleared his throat.

"The rrrice, is nice, with Firre… Nation… spice."

"Again."

"The rrice is nice with Fire, Nation, spice." Raiga repeated, his growl softer this time, but his voice louder and more confident.

"Again!"

"The rice is nice with Fire Nation spice!" Raiga stood up and shouted with perfect articulation, startling Ginger.

"What's nice?" Varrick asked as he pointed to Raiga.

"Rice!"

"And where's it from?!"

"The Fire Nation!"

"And why is it nice!?"

"Spice!"

"I think he's got it!" Varrick cheered as he pulled Ginger to her feet.

"Yeah, he's got it," Ginger said with irritation. "Are we done now?"

"Yep, I think we're done." Varrick said with a grin. "Raiga, you've gone from an unwashed, primitive animal to a civilized human being. It's time."

"Time to hit the town?" Raiga asked as his eyes lit up.

"You're gonna knock 'em dead, kid."

Author’s Notes:

Another short chapter. If it's not obvious, this one is inspired by My Fair Lady. I know it isn't much for such a long time between chapters, but I've been busy, and I kind of wanted to get this out of the way. I don't know if I've written Ginger in character, but there's not much to go on from what little screen time was given. I might as well write her the way I want, and I have plans for making a backstory for her. Things are going to get more exciting in the next chapter, don't worry.

#Spirit Forged #The Spirit Forged #Ginger #tlok ginger #Varrick #tlok varrick #Raiga #fanfic #fanfiction #LOK #tlok #atla #avatar #Avatar The Last Airbender #legend of korra #the legend of korra #avatar the legend of korra

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vroenis · 4 years

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The 2019 Charlie’s Angels Reboot Was A Good Project & Deserved More Respect From Hollywood

We’ve just finished watching the film and there was a lot both J and I really enjoyed about it. We’re critical of media and art in different ways and I certainly don’t speak for them, as for me, oddly I’m lenient in ways that they probably aren’t when it comes to production and culture. I don’t have to dive too deeply into the cultural response to this picture to know how it went down, I’ve come into contact with just enough of it to have a clear understanding of the popular digest. The response is not at all unexpected, it’s just uninformed.

I feel that the 2019 (year of publishing) Charlie’s Angels reboot was a good project with a wonderful spirit. Elizabeth Banks’ aims were clearly evident in the final product, however it may have been shaped along the way, and that it was under-served in the production process likely from the very beginning.

This casting is fantastic.

I do wish there were better cast-ensemble promos for me to lift from the internet and wonder whether that’s another telltale sign of production or whether the heat has just faded since release and they’ve just dropped out of the archives but I struggled to find well composed images.

The first short sizzle-teaser I ever saw for the film, I thought was quite good. Neckbeards and mouthbreathers won’t have paused for a second thought before launching hate for the project - anything in the most vague proximity of feminism or empowerment of women, or even simply just not being centred around men - will be enough to bring snide internet snark by the truckload. It remains interesting that men continue to struggle to live in a world where there can be things that also exist that are not for them, they cannot simply let these other things also exist without contributing in some way. As it were, the project looked good. Sharp, clever, playful, and a timely reboot reclaimed in the most contemporary way. When I looked up the production details and found out Banks was championing it herself, I really took an interest in it. As the first full trailers released, the casting looked great - genuinely diverse and with real chemistry, I hoped it would find the audience it was looking for.

J and I have had a lot going on in our lives over the last two years and still do. We’ve gone to theatres I think twice in that whole time, maybe three times and I think two of those were gift certificates generously paid for by family. So tonight we finally got around to watching Charlie’s Angels. If we’d seen this in theatres, I’d have still be satisfied and had the same evaluation.

A production budget of $55 million is low-balling a project of this scope;

There seems to have been a bit of pre-production shuffling and Banks did a lot of wrangling herself early on.

The whole shoot front to back was just over two months and I assume three countries, US/or studio inclusive.

CGI is noticeably subpar but not exactly cheap either, so it still would have cost a significant portion of that prod. budget. When I say subpar, the CG in this film isn’t bad, please don’t take that criticism as overly negative of the CG artists’ work - remember that people do the best they can with the time and money they’re afforded. If you want to understand what that’s all about, I encourage you to watch Corridor Crew’s channel on YouTube.

Combat choreography with principle actors isn’t great, there’s far too much editing but again, I’m betting there wasn’t a whole lot of money and thus time for training and rehearsing for them, so combat is noticeably slow.

2nd Unit photography looked very good because this kind of thing is very old-school Hollywood in that it contributes to what makes an action/spy movie look like one. Unfortunately, that means it was also expensive. We’re really running out of money here...

There is a lot of licensed music in this feature which isn’t cheap at all. Again this feels super old-school Hollywood and definitely demographic targeting, but it firmly timestamps the feature - any film, really - and unless your film is about capturing the essence of the time IT WAS THE 80′s! or FOLK FESTIVALS JUST BEFORE COVID BROKE OUT as an example of not necessarily wanting to capture the past, I really think trying to nail down pop songs of the hot present ultimately does your film a disservice.

And I’ll address that one first because I feel like it may have been one of the easiest changes to make to lift the overall quality of the picture. Instead of burning thru an immense amount of budget on a pile of pop licenses, I think a calculated risk could have been taken in getting a young contemporary musician to create a slick electronic score in its entirety to back it along side the generic orchestral action fare, no disrespect to Brian Tyler. To be honest, Tyler probably could have done it all himself but was also probably just writing to spec. BUT HEY... WHY NOT SCOUT FOR ANY NUMBER OF AMAZING WOMEN OUT THERE WHO ARE PHENOMENAL ELECTRONIC MUSICIANS AND PRODUCERS what am I talking about it’s Hollywood...

This is what I mean by the project deserving more respect and being under-served. Hollywood doesn’t believe in projects like this, they don’t realise what the project is and why it needs frontier, sincere, good faith hiring and instead under-funds but funds it nevertheless SEE? WE FUNDED IT, WE DID THE GOOD THING, SEE US SUPPORTING THE WIMMINS? WE’RE NOT SEXISTS YOU CAN’T SAY WE’RE SEXISTS YOU CAN HAVE YOUR FILM oh it didn’t do very well except we didn’t let you make it the way you wanted to make it, we still shackled you to

THE SAME TERRIBLE HOLLYWOOD TRADITIONS THAT, BY THE WAY, ARE FAILING OUR MANLY MAN MOVIES FULL OF MEN HOLY SHIT THE DEBT-RECOVERY CYCLE IS REALLY DOING A NUMBER ON OUR INVESTORS I SURE HOPE WE DON’T HAVE TOO MANY CONSECUTIVE FAILURES OR, SAY, SOME KIND OF GLOBAL CATASTROPHIC AND/OR ECONOMIC EVENT HAND-WRINGING

ahem where was I

Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross provided the entire soundtrack for The Social Network and it’s both fantastic and timeless. OK oranges and refrigerators, but the principle still stands - I get the intent of Charlie’s Angels was a summer blockbuster but it would have still been elevated by being all the more slick having its own identity in music, having its own sound. You want that soundtrack by that amazing young woman because it sounds fucken awesome.

Charlie’s Angels still needed a few passes by a dialogue editor. I say that a lot. I know my standards are high and it’s a Hollywood film. There’s no problem at all with the vernacular, idioms and the casual language, that was all fine. It’s always just the little details - again, it’s always time and money which - really is just money. A good dialogue editor or script supervisor might have been able to just elevate this whole thing to that super-smooth level of flowing just right. Or perhaps if the actors had spent more time in training and combat rehearsal together, they’d have riffed better and improvised more. They still have good on-screen chemistry but again, more time - more money for time - and things improve.

If you don’t know my taste in film, you could see if you recognise anything in the Film Notes page of this journal, but it’s totally OK if you don’t. Basically most of them are long and boring, with super long takes of people not saying or doing much. I still love Hollywood films tho - I love all cinema and I’ll repeat like a broken record, I should either add a section to Film Notes of my favourite blockbusters or create a page for them. Anyway - Charlie’s Angels still has too much editing mostly due to the aforementioned combat, but also because of that good old Hollywood formulaic style-guide. It’s easy to look up the production credits and pluck out names but on a project like this, it’s difficult to pin the end result on the roles themselves. In these cases, personnel like editors are more like daily jobs rather than creative contributors which again is an immense shame. I catch myself before saying “It doesn’t have to be a Malick/Shortland/Lynch project...” but why not? Why can’t a summer blockbuster have its own fantastic identity? General audiences can identify Michael Bay and Christopher Nolan - sure, one or perhaps both of these people take themselves far too seriously, but why not let a project have its own identity?

We run back into the conversation of protecting investments and style guides.

The easy answer to Bay and Nolan is they’re men, but they’ve also had time to prove their worth over time with previous work and track record. Because they’ve had the privilege to do so. Because they’re men. And most of the people making decisions and letting them experiment and sometimes fail to recover investment on their projects and hey, don’t worry, just try again, are men - and they were permitted to try again because they were themselves men.

Whether individual men do or don’t deserve whatever they did or didn’t get, I’m not here to discuss. Many of them definitely didn’t and I can’t change it.

What we should be changing is how we finance, how we empower and how we hand over autonomy of projects to women in cinema, in the arts - in professional life, in any industry.

YOU DON’T KNOW THE DETAILS OF THIS PROJECT

So. Fucking. What.

I can make educated guesses and I can support as much as possible as fair and equitable an arts industry wherever I engage with it.

I really liked Charlie’s Angels. It had a lot of heart. It had a wonderful sense of play and sass and smarts. Yes, a few too many “why didn’t they just shoot the bad guy” moments etc. - again - script reviews, better writers, more time...

More money.

More respect from an industry that doesn’t respect women and women’s autonomy; social, professional, in all aspects.

I hope Elizabeth Banks wants to make another one, can raise the finances for it and has even more control of the next project. More power to her.

#2020 #chrono #writing about film #cinema #Charlie's Angels #Charlie's Angels 2019 #Elizabeth Banks

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the-gedonelune-times · 5 years

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Proof Of Innocence Ch. 1

Hello, hello! It’s been a little while since the last time I’ve uploaded any new content. But today I’m bringing you a two-part story featuring my Night Class OC: Persephone! I’ve been really excited to get back into writing with my OC’s, especially her because I feel like I haven’t been giving her as much attention as I’d like to.

Anyways, enough with that rambling. Ahem. Anyways, another little update is that I have been working a little bit on the requests and while I know that it’s been a while since the requests were sent in my ask box, I want to once again say that they will be done. I have no intention of not doing the stories requested of me.

Anyways! I hope you guys enjoy!

“Alright, mind telling me why the hell you called me into your office this time?”

I took a seat on the sofa and kicked my feet up on the coffee table, which only drew a glare in my direction.

“Hey, this is a serious matter.”

“Alright, alright. So what’s the issue?”

“I was told to bring this up to you, but it looks like there was a theft report.”

“Okay, and how is this important? I mean, people in Night Class lose things all the time. I don’t see why I’m being brought here for such nonsense and quite frankly I think this is a waste of my time.”

I was about to get up when Hiro stopped me.

“You’ll want to hear the rest of this, believe me.”

I clicked my tongue and sank back down onto the sofa.

“Fine, go off I guess.”

“The problem with all this is because something was stolen from a Ministry member while they were visiting the headmaster to discuss some stuff or whatever. Tsk and some Day Class student said it was a Night Class student that did it.”

“Wait...you’re not seriously thinking it was me, are you?!”

I bolted upright from the sofa, shouting out a bit louder than I had wanted.

“Yeesh, calm down Persephone.”

“How am I supposed to be calm? I mean, why are you even telling me all this?”

“Because the people that accused a Night Class student, are specifically accusing Viggo and we know how close you two are.”

“W...What? Are you serious? Viggo might pull pranks and get into fights sometimes, but he wouldn’t do something like this. I mean, you’re not buying this crap, right?”

I looked at Zeus and then Hiro and Lucious. They said nothing and couldn’t even make direct eye contact with me.

“I...can't believe this. You all seriously think he did it.”

“Think about it, I mean that guy literally got sent to the Ministry’s juvenile institute before in the past.”

“But I know he--”

“Just because he’s your friend doesn’t mean he’s not probably hiding something from you.”

I felt my hands ball up into a fist out of anger. “Oh yeah?! Well, I've spent enough time to know he wouldn’t do something as petty as steal from someone! So until you come up with some hardcore evidence, then I don’t even want to hear about another word about this. You guys are on your own!”

I turned my back on them and left the office, not even stopping when I heard Zeus and the others call out to me, asking me to come back. I just had to get as far away from there and as soon as possible. I contemplated on stopping by and paying Viggo a visit, but after what just happened, I decided to go back to my dorm room and calm myself down.

Hours passed by and it was already well into morning and yet I still couldn’t see my self sleeping any time soon. I just couldn’t shake the words out of my mind. Zeus was so eager to jump at the conclusion of Viggo actually being the culprit. I had assumed that was because of the bad blood between those two, but Hiro and Lucious never even said anything to stop him. I….I knew he wasn’t the one behind this theft, I just knew it. But how was I going to prove to the others that Viggo was innocent?

“Prove to them that Viggo is innocent….That’s it!” I sat upright with a smile on my face. “I’ll start my own investigation into the case and prove that Viggo is innocent.”

With a triumphant grin, I laid back down on my bed, finally able to ease into a well-deserved slumber before taking action against the accusations of Viggo.

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Night had fallen once more and it was time for classes. I was filled with determination as I stepped through the hallways of the Night Class. I had passed by Zeus on my way to my first class, but neither of us said a single word to each other, nor did we make direct eye contact. It was for the best, I didn’t want to hold a conversation with him just yet.

I continued the day just like I normally would and when it was time for a break, I took the time to slip away from the Night Class and head over to the detention chambers. Viggo was on the bed in the far left corner in the shadows. I could see that his back was turned though, or it was until I gave a good bang on the metal bars, ultimately ending with me getting an earful of swearing from Viggo.

“Rise and shine.” I smirked.

“Was that really necessary?” Viggo groggily made his way over to where I was standing and placed his hands on the bars. “Hey, did you bring any food or water? I haven’t really received much of anything.”

“As per usual, I already have it covered.”

I reached over into my satchel that was attached to my side, pulling out a bottle of water and a variety of different snacks in a small bag.

“Hopefully this will be enough to hold you until they bring you your food for the day.”

I handed the stuff to him through the bars and watched as he began to scarf down the water like a ravenous beast.

“We’ll see. Thanks by the way.”

“No problem.”

“So what’s up with the visit today?”

“What do you mean? I usually come and visit you here.”

“Yeah, but usually not this early. Are classes even done for the night? Because it sure doesn’t feel like it has.”

“No. They haven’t. But enough with this. The real question that should be asked right now, is what happened that landed you here in the detention chamber this time?”

Viggo sighed and leaned up against the wall.

“I may have gotten into a bit of a scuffle while in pursuit of someone shady.”

“What? Who?”

“Zeus, that damn airhead thinks he ca--”

“No, I mean. What do you mean by ‘shady person’?”

“Oh, yeah. Some guy that I’ve never seen before was acting really strange. Pacing back and forth and shuffling about with his hands, I mean the dude clearly looked like he was planning something, or had already done something and didn’t know what to do next.”

“Did he look like he was part of the Night Class?”

“Yeah...I guess? To be honest, he didn’t even look like he went to this school. Never had a cloak on or anything.”

“I see. Alright, then what did he looked like?”

“Tall, black hair, kind of pale skin? Wait, why are you asking me all these questions for?”

“No reason, just curiosity I suppose.”

“You know what they say don’t you?”

“Hm?”

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

A smirk rose to my face. “Lucky for me that I’ll still have 8 more lives.”

“You’re a smartass.” Viggo laughed.

“Heh…” I took a step back from the bars and sighed. “Shame that I have to head back up there with the others.”

“Why is that a shame? I mean, they’re not Day Class.”

“True, but they’re not all as entertaining as you.”

“Oh how sweet, your words have touched my heart.”

I let out a fake gasp and placed a hand to my mouth. “You have one of those?”

“Get out of here.” Viggo smiled.

I laughed before taking another step back and then spinning on my heel to head out of the detention chambers. The trip had proven useful considering the small but important pieces of information that I had received. Yes, it wasn’t a lot to go off by, but I knew it was going to help. Now, where should I begin searching….

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I began to ponder all the spots around and in the Night Class, when suddenly I bumped into someone.

“Hey, watch where you’re going.”

“You’re the one who wasn’t paying attention.”

That voice….

“Hiro?” I looked at him with a hint of curiosity. What are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you the same thing. Why are you by the detention chamber.”

“What I do, should be of no one’s concern.”

“It is when there’s an urgent situation.”

“Urgent situation?” I scoffed. “What, did someone else lose something.”

“Worse. The Ministry has sent out Klaus and a few other agents to come and investigate.”

“Seriously? What in the world was it that got stolen anyway?”

“We don’t know much, but we do know is that it was an object that was going to be used to help keep the peace between Gedonelune and Graceus. I’m sure you’ve heard of the recent diplomatic issues going on.”

“Well….yeah, but….”

“Well, then you can imagine how serious of a case this is.”

I fell silent, unable to think of what to say next.

“Listen, all I’m saying is that if you wish to pay a visit to Viggo, then you’re going to have to be alert at all times. If they don’t find the culprit soon, then you know what will happen to Viggo.”

“I know… hey….wait.”

“Yeah?”

“You mentioned about finding the culprit, I thought you all were blaming Viggo.”

“That was all Zeus. If Lucious or I would have stepped in, then King Kook would have gone on a rampage and I wasn’t ready to deal with a headache that early in the night.”

I suddenly began to feel rather guilty for getting so upset with the three of them, even with Zeus, I mean, he was just like that. I looked over and wanted to apologize but was cut off from doing so when Hiro began speaking.

“I should get going and I’d advise that you leave too before King Kook finds out about this.”

“You’re not going to tell him?”

“No.”

“Heh...you’re pretty dang cool Hiro.”

”Yeah...yeah… just get going already.”

I left the scene as quickly as I could, but around that time, I noticed something, or rather someone, out of the corner of my eye. I wasn’t able to get a look at who they were, on account of them moving about so quickly. All I could take note of was the flowy, jacket that they wore, it vaguely resembled a school uniform cloak. The odd thing about this person was that they were running about on the roof of the school, trying to blend with the darkness of night. They seemed to be heading somewhere in a hurry too, but where exactly? Suddenly,it dawned on me…

Viggo’s words back at the detention chambers began to ring in my ears, he too saw a mysterious figure and the more I looked at the figure, the more similarities I noticed between them and the figure Viggo had previously mentioned. Could this be the shady person that Viggo saw earlier? It certainly wouldn’t surprise me should that be the case. Perhaps I should follow them? I was about to, but then I realized that if I did that right now and skipped class, then that would draw some suspicion towards me, something that I really didn’t need at the moment.

As hard as it was, I headed to my next class instead of pursuing a possible suspect, but that didn’t mean that I wouldn’t keep note of the figure for the next time I see them. Next time….I would track them down and ask them a few questions, until then, I’d just have to wait.

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A few days had passed by since then and things had calmed down for the most part. The Ministry was still silently doing their investigation and there hadn’t been any other info regarding the case, or at least according to Zeus and the other Night Class prefects. The only thing that had been bugging the absolute crap out of me was the fact that I had yet to catch another glimpse of the mysterious figure from a few days ago. Each night I had kept a keen eye on my surroundings, only for nothing out of the ordinary to happen. It was to the point where I began to wonder if maybe I’d never get another chance to see the guy.

But that changed when I was on my way back to the dorms. Classes had ended for the day and the sun would be rising in mere minutes and it was around that time when I noticed that same mysterious figure, except this time, he wasn’t on the rooftops, he was just ahead of me and traveling in the same direction as the Night Class dorms.

It looked like he hadn’t detected my presence yet, or maybe he had and was refusing to acknowledge yet, well, whatever the case, I decided to duck down and hide in the nearby shadows, inching closer every time he moved ahead. I continued this for what seemed like forever, I mean by this point, the sun was already up and the light was starting to hurt my eyes so much that I was getting a pretty bad headache. I was at a disadvantage and I knew this, so I stepped out from my hiding place, ready to confront the figure ahead of me.

“My my, is stalking some kind of pastime for you freaks?”

“Is being a smartass, yours?”

I watched as a smirk rose to his lips. “How admirable. I haven’t had someone actually talk back to me in a long time. Most would have fled by now.”

“How about we save some time here by having you explain why you’re running around the Academy, looking like some kind of shady illegal magic tools dealer.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“How come?”

“If I do, then it’ll ruin all the fun that’s to come.”

“What the hell are you blabbering about?”

“Simply put, you’ll be hearing and seeing me a bit more in the future. But I advise that you quit trying to be a hero and save your guilty friend from his fate. Or you’ll end up the same way.”

“Alright, that’s it, I’m going to kick your a-- ah!”

A blindingly bright light caused me to stagger back and hold at my head while tightly closing my eyes. The pain was unbearable for a few moments before dying down to the point where I was able to open my eyes again. When I did, I noticed that the figure was gone.

“Dammit!”

I balled my hands into a fist and slammed it against the nearest object that I could find. I had gotten a few steps closer to solving the case, or so I thought. But now I felt like I was even farther from it now than when I first started my own investigation. I had to go see Zeus and ask him about the guy I saw, at the very least, he might know something about it. He was one of my few options that I had left.

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“Zeus! Open up the damn door!”

I kept banging on the door a few more times before enough was enough. I ended up kicking the door open, only to find that his office was completely empty.

“Seriously?”

“Huh, Persephone?”

I turned around to see who called out my name, finding Fandamilla standing there behind me.

“Oh, Fandamilla.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m looking for Zeus and the others, have you seen them?”

“Yeah, they left a little while ago. I guess they were called for an important mission by the Headmaster.”

“Do you know when they’ll be back?”

“Not for a day or maybe two, why?”

“Of all the times…. Look, can I ask a favor from you?”

“Oh, sure, what is it?”

“When they get back, can you let them know that I’ve been looking for them?”

“O-Okay! Wait, but why can’t you do it yourself?”

“I...have some important matters of my own that I need to take care of.”

“I see. Alright, I’ll give them the message.”

“You’re a lifesaver!”

I called out to Fandamilla before speeding away, there were a few things that I needed to get done with. In other words, I needed to do a little research. Something had caught my eye the day I saw that man up close, it was a certain crest in the shape of a small pin that was on his jacket. I never got a good look, but I had a vague image in my mind, if I could just find something to piece it together with.

Lucky for me, no one was in the library at the time I entered, which was good because I needed all the peace and quiet that I could get if I was going to figure this out. I must have grabbed at least a dozen books and after hours of researching, none of them offered any help whatsoever. I groaned as I sat the latest book down on the messy stack beside me. This kind of process would continue for the next day and a half until….

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I had just made it back for another round of studying when I was suddenly stopped by a red-haired man clad in a Ministry uniform for Elite Knights. Next to him stood a golden-haired and sharp violet-eyed man who also wore a Ministry uniform. They blocked my way, refusing to let me into the library.

“You’re Persephone right?”

“Yes? What’s it to you?”

“Well, Miss Onyx, I’m afraid you’re going to have to come with us.”

“What?” “Please don’t make this harder for us. Turn around and place your hands behind your back immediately.”

“No way! What have I ack!”

My hands were forcibly taken by a Ministry guard, and placed behind my back where a pair of handcuffs were placed tightly on my wrists.

“Miss Onyx, you’ll be getting sent to the detention chamber where you will remain for questioning.”

“Hang on just a second, why are you doing this!? Can you at least give me an answer?”

“We have knowledge that you were an accomplice in the recent theft case.”

“What the hell are you talking about! I never stole anything!”

“We’ll find out soon enough. Guards, take her away.”

“No, stop! I never did anything wrong!”

I cried out, desperately trying to remove myself from their grasp, only to fail. I was escorted away to the chambers. It wasn’t my first time being in here, but when the door was closed on me, I truly felt like a criminal. I was being accused of helping out with a crime I didn’t commit. The worse part was, it was a theft case regarding the Ministry, I knew the severity of this and for the first time in years, I truly felt fearful…..

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Meaningless Meandering

KamuKoma Week Day 2: domestic / non-despair

alt: canon divergence

Summary: In which Hinata Hajime is not quite himself and Komaeda notices. Kamukura Izuru is quite annoyed by this.

Rating: G

Warnings: None really.

Notes: TUMBLR WANTED TO PICK A DAMN FIGHT WITH HOW IT WAS REFUSING TO PASTE WITH THE ITALICS BUT WHO’S LAUGHING NOW. HAHA. Ahem. Anyway, this is light and easy fluff in which KamuKoma happens during Island Mode and that’s pretty much it. It’s on the shorter side, too. Fluff to balance out the other day. :D

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“Who are you?”

“Eh, Komaeda? What are you saying? It’s me, Hinata.”

“You’re lying. There’s no way you’re Hinata-kun.”

“Haaah? What? Are you feeling alright? What’s wrong?”

“You’re not Hinata-kun. You look like him, exactly, but—you’re not him.” Komaeda bites his lower lip. “Your air is completely different. It really bothers me, actually. It feels almost—unnatural.”

That look of confusion on Hinata Hajime’s face drops.

“Huh. That so?”

“I’m not much good at wording things,” Komaeda laughs weakly. “But, I’ve had this feeling for a while and I’m sure of it, now. You’re definitely not Hinata-kun. Perhaps you were, at one point, but—something changed. It’s strange.”

There is a strange flicker in Hinata Hajime’s gaze. It almost looks like—red?

“What evidence could you possibly have for making such a lofty claim?” The words are dull, unimpressed, lacking any warmth or even the slightest bit of exasperation. All that was truly there was nothing more than an unsettling chill. “Was it really just a gut feeling? That’s so boring.”

“I... I-It’s true that I’m quite the boring, uninteresting, insignificant person, but... You have been acting off for a while now,” Komaeda hesitated, a little flustered. “Hinata-kun’s much more prickly. You’re not prickly enough. Something like that.”

“Something,” he echoed in a flat tone. “Like that.”

“Truth be told, I wanted to think I was imagining things, but it’s a feeling I can’t get rid of.” Komaeda’s frown deepens. “So I really have to ask... Who are you? Why are you acting as Hinata-kun? What happened to him?”

Hazel eyes fell shut.

“He will be returned to you shortly. This is just a mere, irritating blip. How annoying. I had rather wished that not a soul would notice the discrepancy but you always did make it a rather irritating habit to be perceptive, Komaeda Nagito.”

When those eyes open, they are now flushed with crimson.

“I suppose I should have predicted this, then. All the same.”

Eh...?

“Komaeda Nagito. As you guessed, while this body is indeed Hinata Hajime, and I, as well, used to be Hinata Hajime—now and hopefully temporarily, that is not the case.”

Komaeda shivered, feeling strangely small and also, when reflected in that crimson gaze, the most insignificant he ever felt.

Incredible.

“I am called Kamukura Izuru.”

Kamukura... Izuru?

He recognized the name. Of course he did. How could he not?

“Were you named after the founder of Hope’s Peak? Or is it just a coincidence?”

“The former.” Kamukura’s expression on Hinata’s face does not change. It’s strange, seeing Hinata Hajime look like this but—for whatever reason, for one called Kamukura Izuru, it seemed fitting. “That is the extent in which you need to know.”

Komaeda exhaled. When had he been holding his breath? Hey, why did he suddenly feel so dizzy?

“I see. Alright then.”

His vision was blurring. His heart was pounding. How strange. How strange. How very, very strange.

“Kamukura-kun, then. Kamukura-kun.”

His ears were ringing. It was as though the world itself were closing in on them, the edges disintegrating into black and green. It was strange. So strange.

Komaeda felt his knees buck. Distantly, as if the most he could be was aware of it happening.

“Kamukura...kun.”

His own voice felt faraway and foreign. It was not long until the world gave out and Komaeda’s eyes fell shut as everything fell apart.

He woke up in his cabin, flushed from overexertion.

“Unsurprisingly, you had passed out due to being overwhelmed. It truly was a folly to have confronted me, Komaeda Nagito.”

Komaeda groaned lowly, pushing himself up with a grimace. Hinata Hajime stood by his bedside, but Kamukura Izuru’s cold eyes looked down upon him.

“Mm...” Komaeda’s lips twisted. “Kamukura-kun...”

This feels strangely nostalgic, despite being nothing like the time Hinata-kun visited me while I was bedridden after I overdid it on my chores.

“What happened to Hinata-kun anyway?”

“He is merely in a deep rest,” Kamukura said. “You need not worry.”

“Mm...” I’m definitely relieved to hear that, but—this means what happened isn’t good or bad luck. How strange. “Kamukura-kun, you’re quite the mystery. I like mysteries.”

“I am aware.”

Ehe... Is he?

“So have you been watching us through Hinata-kun’s eyes all this time?” he asked cheerfully. “That’s pretty creepy.”

“I have not. Up until this point, I had been in a deep rest of my own. It was dull but not to this extent, I suppose.”

“Aw, Kamukura-kun... That’s so cold, haha...” Komaeda brushes his hair back, licking his lips. “A deep rest—inside of Hinata-kun?”

“That would not be an inaccurate statement. I had no interest in waking nor stirring, alas such was not meant to be. How terribly irritating.” Kamukura’s expression hardly changes. Even his eyes don’t move much, instead staring out at nothing in particular. It was definitely creepy, but Komaeda found himself drawn to those eyes. “I predict I will not remain here for much longer. That is still too long for my liking. It is boring. Dreadfully boring.”

“Mm...” Komaeda shuffles. “At the beginning of this trip, some weird bear tried to take over. He was talking about killing games and despair, but Usami had defeated him handily and drove him away. I have to admit, I was both relieved and disappointed.”

But, it can’t be helped. That good luck was later met with the bad luck of Hinata-kun being replaced. Although would I really call Kamukura-kun bad luck?

“Boring. Dreadfully, despicably boring. Worthless.”

Yes. I think I would.

“You’re terrible,” he said, chuckling. “Such a shame! You’re so interesting! I want to know more about you, Kamukura-kun! Oh. For example. Are you related to Hinata-kun’s talent in any way? Like—Ultimate Alter Ego, maybe?”

“That would not be an inaccurate statement. It is unnecessary and far too uninteresting to elaborate.”

“What, really?! How can that be uninteresting?!”

“I am beloved by talent, however talent is meaningless. A skill to apply in place of effort and perseverance. A cheat. A means of being exploited and leached by those who lack it.”

Komaeda frowned at that.

“Well, it’s true that’s how many untalented nobodies feel, but you could be a little less nihilistic, Kamukura-kun. To have talent grants you greater capabilities and potential to shine, what could that be called other than a gift?”

“A curse. Should you not be aware of this? Ultimate Luck.”

Ah, huh?

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh?

“Such a boring talent and yet it has taken so much from you,” Kamukura went on. “I have that talent as well, and it truly is worthless when I already know what will happen. As for you, it is only a matter of time before that parasite bleeds you dry if others do not achieve that first. How boring.”

Ba-dump.

“...are you a stalker, Kamukura-kun?”

Komaeda’s head tilted.

“I haven’t even told Hinata-kun about any of that. So your talent—is Ultimate Stalker?”

And all this time I thought that might be Souda-kun... How fascinating!

“Consider my curiosity even more piqued!” he exclaimed. “You say you also have luck? How interesting! Kamukura-kun, you’re such an interesting person!”

Kamukura didn’t blink, but he did glance at him, gaze so intense that it sent excited shivers down Komaeda’s spine.

“...”

Ah. Is he expecting something from me? Someone like me...

“I can’t help but be interested,” he says. “After all, our school trip hasn’t exactly been eventful up until now.”

“Boring.”

“It’s a little boring, yes...” But while disappointing, I suppose I don’t hate it. “It’s a better turn of events than a killing game, to be sure.”

Kamukura said nothing to that. Komaeda wondered if he disagreed.

Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

“It does not matter,” Kamukura ended up saying. “I shall not tarry for long. But Hinata Hajime has chores so I should get going.”

“Oh. Right.” A pause as Kamukura stepped away. Komaeda noted his stride was different from Hinata’s. He held his head higher, and it was strangely graceful. “U-Um! Wait!”

Kamukura did pause as Komaeda scrambled out of bed. In his clumsiness, he almost tripped and smacked into the floor but he managed to retain his balance. He still reaches out and grips the end of Kamukura—really, Hinata’s shirt.

“Hinata-kun’s really popular, so someone probably already asked him, and I can understand rejecting a mite like me, but...” Komaeda pulled out a crumpled up pink ticket from his pocket, presenting it pitifully. “I would like to spend more time with you before you go, Kamukura-kun.”

Kamukura does not even look at him. He does, however, pluck up the ticket.

Komaeda lights up, only to get flustered and hurriedly released the other’s shirt with a choked up laugh.

“Where would you like to go? Do you have an idea?”

Komaeda blinked, gaze flickering from the floor to Kamukura Izuru’s steady gaze. He couldn’t help but smile warmly.

“Ehe. Hehe. I do.”

It was getting late in the afternoon, but it was still brilliant and blue out. The ocean waves lapped at the shore, and Komaeda perked up when he found that particular spot.

Not even a lump of sand remained, the surface instead smoothed. It seems the waves had washed away even the smallest of remnants of his latest attempt.

“A sand castle,” Kamukura said, sighing. “How boring. I am already aware of your feeble yet continual efforts.”

“We’re going to make it together,” Komaeda said, brandishing the plastic shovel and pail with pride. “Is it too difficult for Kamukura-kun to finish one measly sandcastle?”

“Your goading is transparent and pathetic.”

“That’s not an answer! Come on, let’s see what you’re truly capable of! Can you outmatch Hinata-kun?”

“With ease.”

“Ooh!”

He discarded his jacket momentarily, setting it where it was less likely to be swept up by any sudden currents. Kamukura Izuru was already digging a moat with single-minded, almost practiced focus. Komaeda stared for a minute before remembering to fill the pail.

“Ah, so Kamukura-kun’s done this before...”

“No.” Kamukura does not miss a beat. “I have not.”

“Eh, really? Maybe you’re a quick learner, then. Hinata-kun has some experience.” Though he’s not terribly good at it. “How long have you been with—in Hinata-kun?”

“None of your concern.”

Komaeda almost felt like he’d been slapped.

“Oh—apologies.”

Hinata-kun can be a little reserved and difficult—but Kamukura-kun’s next level. He knows how to be amiable, he’s been pretending that he’s Hinata-kun, but I suppose that’s just not in his actual nature.

Without thinking, Komaeda plucks up a shell because it’s rather pretty. A soft, mellow yellow with a pink inward curvature. The kind of shell he’d listen to for the ocean as a child. His smile at the memory is small.

“You are getting distracted,” Kamukura snapped, unimpressed. “Were you interested in this sand castle or not?”

“O-Of course I am.” Komaeda stacks the sand and begins to fill the pail anew. “You’re not much of a team sport, are you?”

“Other participants tend to be a hindrance,” Kamukura said. “It is inefficient.”

“Mm, I suppose that’s true sometimes...” A pause. “And now.”

“Indeed.”

Ouch. He doesn’t even hesitate. Komaeda’s smile twitched. No tact at all, this Kamukura Izuru...

“You are thinking me tactless,” Kamukura remarked. “How boring. Why did you want to associate with me further, then?”

“Like I said, I’m curious about you. This situation is interesting, which keeps me engaged.”

“Boring,” Kamukura said, moving his hands down the castle walls. “There is nothing interesting nor engaging about such an inconsequential, monotonous, and lackluster means of meager entertainment. The possibilities are all predictable and obvious. Nothing unexpected will occur. It is boring. So boring.”

Komaeda stacks more sand.

“I suppose that’s true. It will either get finished or washed away. Then again, I’ve never finished one before. But, then again, I’m not the one doing most of the work.” Komaeda laughs. “So I guess I really am just wasting your time, huh, Kamukura-kun?”

“Without a doubt.”

He’s not surprised by that immediate answer.

“Ehe. Hehe.” He hums as he tries to shape the walls as well. “I wonder why, then, just spending time like this makes me happy. I also wonder why you agreed to do this in the first place.”

“I had nothing better to do,” Kamukura said.

“You could have continued pretending to be Hinata-kun,” Komaeda pointed out. “You could have just retreated into Hinata-kun’s cabin and slept. Hinata-kun’s due for a rest day, after all. And yet, here you are.”

“Boring.” Kamukura didn’t even look at him. “All of those are so very, very boring.”

“You’re so childish,” Komaeda giggled. “It’s cute.”

That finally got Kamukura Izuru to pause.

“...even now, you are like this.”

“Hmm?”

“Even without despair, without hope, this is your personality.” Kamukura’s voice was low, his gaze sharpening yet unreadable. “There really is nothing that can be done about you.”

“Oh.” Komaeda blinked once. Twice. “You really think so?”

Kamukura finally meets his stare. Komaeda shivered, and the smile he gave was wobbly and weak.

“I’m sorry.”

Kamukura opened his mouth, but he shook his head.

“It does not matter,” he says quietly. “It cannot be helped. And change is not always a necessity.”

“I’m only going to get worse,” Komaeda said, even more so. “I suppose—that really is despairing.”

Kamukura said nothing to that. Which was okay. He wasn’t really expecting an answer and to be reassured would’ve been as awkward as it would’ve been agonizing.

I guess I said it to Kamukura-kun because I knew he wouldn’t really care. Strange, having that feeling of certainty in regards to someone I hardly know. But in a strange way, it’s comforting.

“You’re probably going to go away soon, and Hinata-kun definitely needs to return before I worry, but...” Komaeda set the shell atop the castle. “I’d still like to spend more time with you, Kamukura-kun. I think it’s because there’s, hmm, a hope inside of you? Deep inside. I’d still like to see it.”

“Ridiculous,” Kamukura muttered. “But I suppose it does not matter.”

“Nope, not at all! Not on an island like this!” Komaeda exclaimed. “Isn’t that awful? Just the worst kind of luck?”

“We are finished with the sand castle.”

“Ooh, it’s beautiful!”

He does admire their unbalanced share of handiwork, and unsurprisingly, he doesn’t feel much accomplished. But it was fine. Really.

“Thank you, Kamukura-kun!”

“...”

“Can we test our luck at the games at the amusement park later?”

“I will win. Without question.”

“I look forward to it!”

“...”

“Maybe you can also help me cook something edible...?”

“Do I look like a miracle worker?”

Komaeda thought that over.

“Mm... A little. If I’m being honest.”

“Ridiculous.”

Despite all that, Kamukura really didn’t protest when Komaeda pulled at his wrists.

This might neither be good luck or bad luck. Nor despair, nor even hope. But I’m curious all the same. And I want to see what awaits us in the limited time we have together. Hinata-kun, please wait a bit. I want Kamukura-kun to live on for just a little bit longer.

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