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Fragments - episodes 27-30 author notes
You can find similar breakdown posts on older episodes in my pinned!
I make these notes as I work on an episode, however, people have been so attentive and observant with their comments that I started a tag fragments feedback where we dive even deeper into themes and interactions in the comic. These comments are a blessing, often pointing out things that my own brain doesn't register.
Obligatory ShB spoiler warning.
Episode 27 begins with a chat about the original weapons that are merely a stylish-looking convenience for them ic and for me ooc, so that I don't have to draw them lugging their weapons around.
Essentia's just a name for Vivi's spear, not like the whole concept. I introduced it around the beginning of the ShB arc. Alisaie's weapons have no name yet, there's a possibility to do something cute referring to twins.. I shall think of it :3c
Look at this child being all smug for having been able to help recreating something previously thought unique, and, um, flirting.. In her own way.....
Vivi be like, sigh, "ah, back on her bs already... Better indulge her while she's still in a nice mood".
Alisaie's left arm's stronger than both Vivi's. As a dragoon he doesn't only use magic to amplify his jumps, if it works on legs, why not extend it to arms as well? Not unlike what monks do, minus the actual physical training. Basically he cheats with magic in real fights. A casual friendly duel isn't worth expending aether, so he only relies on his actual strength :'>
He also can't do friendly duels because his Echo only telegraphs hostile attacks. A friend would stop before his blade cuts him, so Vivi's kinda blind, only relying on his own average skill. A legendary hero that's no fun to spar with if you're remotely competent.
..Which has no negative effect on Exarch's fanboyism.
Several people said they look forward to said sparring session, and I felt like I failed them because I had no plans to follow through with this. Then I thought some more.. Do we mean every little thing we say or think? Sometimes it's just distracted nonsense. If every action and word were hooks/setups for the story, it'd feel artificial. This's just my opinion, but some scenes have to have idle chatter and musings for realism.
Vivi and Alphi look like door-to-door salesmen, yet the Chais are buying multiples of whatever they sell.
This's a looooooongg post, under the cut we go~
A random thing that thematically belongs here, but didn't make it in the comic: Vivi ended up being more freaked out by Eulmore than Amh Araeng.
Feo "privacy breach" Ul :> They greet each other so casually that it's clear, this's far from being the first time.
One of my personal fav panels so far. People loved the "crystal mystel" so much but I can't take credit for that! My brain's full of soup that's a mix of everything canon and my own generous additions, but I THINK one of the pixies calls him that ingame, sometime post 5.0.
You probably didn't know that you needed more Exarch and Feo Ul interactions till now, I've got you covered. Their scenes will take time to trickle in, but they EXIST and go back as far as their first meeting.
Exactly what happened.
One more episode where Vivi doesn't utter a word, but it doesn't feel like that.
Tank!Exarch fanclub, +1 member. Vivi's pleasantly surprised by the sudden shift in Exarch's demeanor. He genuinely admires him here. "Lead me anywhere daddy".
Ready for a guild wars 1 (one!) joke? No? I'm making it anyway. Lyna casts gaze of contempt (effect: removes enchantments on target foe)
She's such a good daughter with great intuition. She feels uneasy about this way before Vivi feels anything at all. He just looks. Perceives. He has eyes, dammit! And Exarch has those stupid sexy sandals and shiny crystal arm and stylish flowy robes and he's generally kinda cool? It's official, it has begun: Vivi's attracted to Exarch here.
Zooming in super close to bring your attention to his thigh gap <w<
A closeup for the hell of it C: His eyes have a natural faint glow that's just there, it doesn't mean anything, like, genuinely.
Vivi tries to appease Lyna. He has no idea why she keeps glaring at him, probably still not trusting a stranger. He uses his charm as a casual manipulation. Unfortunately, Lyna falls for it. For now.
As per msq, Exarch's kneeling, not collapsing (although that would've been just as fitting tbh). While still not trusting him too much, Vivi slowly begins to respect a reputable ruler and a skilled fighter, and WHY IS HE KNEELING MY LORD GET UP?! Vivi hates being treated like some sort of a messiah. That pushes him further inside the box of being a mythical figure, and denies his humanity.
Normal colors and lighting!! For one episode....
The scene on the left isn't meant to feel cozy and inviting, while the right one is. Sickly, cold, washed out colors vs darker and warmer ones. I'm putting a lot of thought into this, just wanted to celebrate it a lil C:
Episodes 28-29 show Vivi and Exarch's ways of handling unexpected personal hostility. Vivi casually whips out a V and a silly grin, while Exarch.....
He tried, okay?!
A thing on their positioning in this scene that I didn't plan consciously, it just happened: Exarch's framed by the Crystarium, appearing more aligned with it, while the elf pile's surrounded by an idyllic natural frame. Something something about the greenery meaning life, and Exarch looking a bit out of place here.
This's our first, but not last encounter of an imagination theater :>
The dragons are goofy on purpose. Well, sort of. I can count on one hand the amount of times I drew non-humanoid creatures, and the tone here doesn't demand anything super serious from me. Also it makes sense in-character, Exarch probably never saw a dragon up close.
Take a good look at this lil shit. I indulged in illustrating his badass moment before pointing the "camera" away for a while. We're heading into the Il Mheg arc that lasts for months and has no cats ;w;
Vivi's iconic Protagonist Grin >:D
Also, Ryne. Just to keep your expectations grounded: while I personally like her, she has no relevance in this story, and very little screentime. I'm currently having Eden raid brainworms, might write a scene or two related to that, but we're talking many years into the future. Until then, she doesn't do much.
ShB cast's diverse and extremely fun to explore, but if I went on tangents the comic would literally never progress. Gotta be honest, I'm already terrified that some readers might drift away before reaching the wolgraha part of this wolgraha comic. I don't wanna rush OR dilute the main plot too much, if that makes sense. Also, just like in real life, you probably don't form perfect connections with every member of your social circle, some people grow closer than others. Vivi has next to no connection to Minfilia/Ryne, he also stays away from little girls after one of those ended up becoming his lifelong problem *snorts and points at Alisaie*
Desires, and feasting on them? A dungeon meshi nod? More likely than you think.
Feo Ul, sprawled out on his chest like that, visually resembles a burning heart.
Emet antithesis :3c
Imagine loving your pet so much that you let him do this. Feo Ul isn't moved by the physical act AND the joking accusation.
While seemingly slacking for a dozen episodes, Vivi formed bonds with Feo Ul and Ardbert, and thus secured the future of the two stars. Now he has friends that aren't his coworkers first and foremost, that he genuinely wants to fight for. This's what makes him tick as a hero: a quiet plea of a friend, not even asking him directly, a stark contrast to being dragged around and cried at for help.
If Vivi's introduction to an entity (person/group of people) is "they suffer, they need help", he shrugs it off. Everyone suffers and needs help, he can't split into thousands of vivis to please them all.
He's only truly motivated to help, or empathizes with those who he gets to know through other means. Take Ardbert, his strange behavior on the Source, then reintroduction that's confusion and companionable snark, but not wailing for help. And Feo Ul, they hang out with him just because, they're safe.
He may not run off to fight the local Lightwarden this instant, but when he gets around to it, he's earnest for a change.
This's all I have for now, thanks for reading!!
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Simon and Jace sparring in the promo for the series finale
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just sending some appreciation and good vibes to my people for the new year <3
kisses from me bc you all hold a very special place in my heart 💝
Also veryyy long post ahead I’m sorry I had to include everyone Aakklaksks 😭😭
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It’s still the 31st here but THANK YOU ALL FOR MAKING MY COUPLE OF MONTHS ON HERE BEARABLE!!! This sounds like a goodbye post Oml-
I love you all very much. I suck at words, but I hope you know that. ❤️
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The Rights Of A Nindroid
Chapter Fourteen
(Prevoius chapter here)
(Discord Here)
Okay it’s been a while but in my defense I have no defense enjoy.
Also special thanks to @ablackswansweet for helping me with Kyle
It’s been two months since Zane has been captured, and things have been progressively getting more and more difficult.
Not just for Zane, but Cryptor as well- the other seems to be having a lot of trouble too, and Zane can’t help but feel regret over resisting to the point that Cryptor’s cover was blown.
Today they are both taken out of the lockers together- a very worrisome thing.
Zane glances over at Cryptor, trying to silently see if the other has any idea of what’s going on.
But Cryptor just stares back helplessly; it’s clear that he’s just as confused as Zane.
They’re split up and taken to different rooms, yet this doesn’t ease his fears. They’re playing some game here, and Zane is once again unaware of the rules.
He’s surprised when he finds that he’s taken to a different room- it’s not the training room or the workshop, but it looks largely similar to the former.
When he’s chained down, he opens his mouth to speak- but he’s unable to do so as he’s suddenly cut off by horrible flares of pain racing through his body.
The agony that races through him is incomparable, it’s pure and raw in a way that no biological nerves could mimic, and it makes him scream, scream and yell, hoping, wishing, on the verge of begging for it to go away.
When it stops, Zane manages to weakly lift his head, a quiet curse escaping him as he recognizes Martha.
Sighing, he resigns himself to his fate. The sooner they start, the sooner it ends. These sessions last for a maximum of twelve hours, and that is the high number- most only last for five or six.
“Today we’re going to be doing something a little different.” Martha tells him, but Zane does his best to ignore her. If he doesn’t listen, he’s not as tempted to give in.
“You don’t have to refer to me as Master. You don’t have to beg.” She pauses a moment, allowing Zane to absorb the words. “All you have to do is ask for General to be hurt instead.”
Mind racing, Zane stares up at her, trying to fully understand her words.
Then he scoffs. “Then I suppose that I will be here a while,” he shoots back, “because I would never ask for another to be harmed in my place.”
Martha only shakes her head with a smile. “That’s what you say now. But I’m sure you’ll change your mind.”
“I will not.” Zane growls out, glaring with everything he has- an expression that would likely be more threatening if he actually had a face.
She turns away from him and begins to walk towards the door. When she reaches it, she turns back to look at him.
“I have it set to random,” Martha smiles sweetly, “see you in a few hours.”
And then she just… leaves.
Bewildered, it takes him a few moments to even think about calling after her, and by the time it does, the door is closed and she’s out of earshot.
Puzzled, Zane starts to try and figure out wh-
An agonized screech escapes him as pain wracks his body. Every panel, every sensor, every processor alight with the indescribable torment caused by the electricity.
It hurts, it hurts so much, there are no words to describe the kind of torture that his body is being afflicted with.
Tearless sobs tear through him as he shakes and trembles, desperately trying to get away from the pain, the sheer pain that takes up his whole mind, stopping him from thinking about anything but how much it hurts.
Then it stops, and he can breathe again. But the pause lasts only a moment before it returns, the agonizing feeling shaking more screams and sobs from him.
During a slightly longer pause that allows him to think, Zane finds himself blearily wondering if Cryptor is going through the same…
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Cryptor grits his teeth and stares down at the floor, ignoring the smirking blond in front of him.
He’s in pain, yeah, but there’s no way in hell that he’s giving this brat the satisfaction of seeing just how much.
“You’re really not as fun as Original, you know,” the brat complains, “but I guess I can work with you.”
Cryptor breathes out a little as he’s given a short reprieve. “I’m actually better than Zane, but go off I guess.” He gives his best passive-aggressive smile as he speaks.
Kyle seems to perk up at that. “So you know memes? Wouldn't have guessed. Maybe this won’t be as boring as I thought, after all.” The second part seems like it’s more to himself than to Cryptor, given the way it’s muttered.
The nindroid sighs. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything at all. This brat has a really skewed perception of fun…
One guess to what it is.
“Oh! I almost forgot to mention. There’s something special about today.” Kyle smiles darkly, and Cryptor would roll his eyes if he had his faceplate.
“I’m not going to like it, am I.” It’s not a question, but he says it out loud anyway.
Kyle doesn’t respond verbally at first, he first blasts him with another jolt of electricity- thankfully shorter this time, but no less agonizing.
When it ends, he speaks up.
“You see, it's special because today, and today only, you get a way out. Totally free of charge. Only thing you have to do is say you want to give the pain to Original, instead. See? That's nice of us, isn't it?”
Cryptor scoffs. “Yeah, super nice. I totally appreciate you trying to make us enemies. That’s such a great thing.” His voice is dripping with venom as he glares at the brat.
"Hmpf. Thought you'd be grateful after all that whining you gave us before." Kyle seems vaguely annoyed, but honestly Cryptor couldn’t care less.
The words themselves, however, are a different matter.
“It was a moment of weakness,” he snaps, “and it won’t happen again.”
Kyle seems kind of amused as he chuckles. “Are you sure about that? Really, really sure?”
Staring him dead in the eyes, Cryptor answers.
“As sure as your boyfriend is dead.”
It had taken him a while to get ahold of that particular piece of information, but the murderous look on the brat’s face makes it worth it.
From what he can tell, it was said boyfriend- Gavin, was his name?- that made him go batshit, likely due to his death caused by Zane’s explosion.
"You know, I'm not the worst thing that can happen to you. But for this? I'll gladly be." Kyle’s words are dark and threatening, but once again, Cryptor really doesn’t give a shit.
"If you ever so much as mention him again, I'll make sure you regret ever being assembled. As sure as your other nindroid friend is dead."
Okay.
Now he’s got his attention.
Cryptor opens his mouth to tell him off, but it’s interrupted by a choked out cry of pain as every single sensor in his body is assaulted in horrible agony.
A brief pause gives him just enough time to see the damn brat’s face, and he kinda wishes he hadn’t opened his eyes.
The psychopathic smile he wears lines up perfectly with the murder in his eyes, and Cryptor manages to get a coherent thought out in the ensuing pain.
He fucked up.
He fucked up bad.
Hours and hours go by, and each momentary break, he’s always asked if he’d like to have Zane suffer instead, but the look on Kyle’s face always expresses that he wants Cryptor to say no so that he can keep torturing him.
And for once, Cryptor will gladly oblige.
Well. Maybe not gladly. It does hurt a lot. But he knows that Zane would hang on due to his self-sacrificing nature, so he’s going to do the same.
Just because they’re friends now doesn’t mean that he’s not still better than him.
The pain returns, and any real thought goes out the window, his processors fully overtaken by the agony inflicted on them.
… maybe Cryptor should start thinking before he speaks.
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Sentry ignores the part of him that keeps screaming that he needs to find Cryptor. He knows where they’re keeping him now, thanks to the impulsiveness of the red ninja, but he can’t exactly break in- not without either getting captured or getting Dad in trouble.
Kai had gotten himself under house arrest for his attempt at breaking into a government facility that was almost a month and a half ago now- and he had also been sent several recordings of Zane being tortured.
But that doesn’t stop Sentry from wanting to break in and tear down walls until he gets his friend back- even knowing that it wouldn’t work.
Blinking, Sentry returns his focus to his job. He’s working right now, damn it-
It’s an interview for an internship at Borg Industries, and he really needs to concentrate to make sure that he gets the best possible person.
Sentry glances back down at the resume. “Can you tell me your biggest weaknesses?” He prompts.
"I'm pretty susceptible, I'd say. If someone knows how to push my buttons, it's almost guaranteed I'll snap. But I'm working on it!" The candidate answers.
Acknowledging that he has a weakness and not trying to transform a false flaw into a secret strength is a good sign of maturity.
Jotting that down as a note, Sentry nods. “I’m glad you can recognize things you need to work on.” The smile he gives is forced, not because he’s upset with the candidate, but more of how focused he still is on Cryptor.
No, he needs to focus. He’s working. He can’t get distracted like this.
“How do your friends or people you know would describe you?” Sentry asks, fighting to keep himself on topic.
"Well, my old boss said I was hardworking and a valuable asset to the company, but that's probably because she likes me so much- We're like family to each other."
Nodding, Sentry makes another note. “Anyone else’s opinions come to mind?”
"I've been called a brat before, does that count? He didn't like me very much. Still don't think he does."
With a low chuckle, Sentry nods. “Fair enough. No one is liked by everyone.” He takes another note, but he finds himself thinking that this guy might be the best choice. He’s asked quite a few questions already, so he has only one or two left.
Then he can go sulk in his quarters about how he wants Cryptor back.
“What do you like to do outside of work?” He once again struggles to stay focused.
"Disassemble small electronic devices to study how they work. Robotics fascinates me! I did lose a toaster or two that way, though…" The way the candidate looks at him when he says it makes Sentry feel somewhat uneasy, but he can’t quite figure out why.
“And that’s all of my questions. Do you have any for the company?”
"I do, actually. Do all of your androids use the same blueprints? I've seen quite a lot look similar to you. I wouldn't want to offend them by asking directly."
A small laugh escapes him as he’s temporarily drawn back from his concern. “None of us would be offended. But yes, we all share the same design- except for me. As the general of the nindroids, it’s important for me to have a few differences that allow me to lead better. Would you like to know anything else?”
"No, thank you. Think I know just enough for now."
With a nod, Sentry smiles. “Thank you for applying. The company will get back to you shortly.”
As the candidate starts to leave, Sentry suddenly realizes that he placed the resume in the wrong pile when he was distracted.
“One more moment, please. Could you repeat your name for me?”
The blond pauses as he turns back to look at him, a smile on his face.
"Kyle,” he answers, looking almost as though the question has reminded of an old joke.
“The name's Kyle."
#the rights of a nindroid#ninjago zangst#zangst#ninjago fanfiction#psychological torture#torture#trauma
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MHA Headcanon: Being Apart of Both The Baku + Deku Squads
(Description: Wow! I’m so happy with the amount of praise my FatGum fic has gotten! I cannot thank you guys enough for over 100 likes/reblogs, you all mean the world to me. This idea struck me in the dead of the night and I just had to write it down. Love you!)
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Requester: No One!
Reader Gender: Gender Neutral (They/Them)
Style of Story: Headcanon(s) // Just some funny ideas I had. Nothing extremely romantic about this one, unless you count Denki’s insatiable flirting attempts as romance!
Word Count: 2.7K Words
WARNING(s): None, just a few cuss words here and there.
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DekuSquad
Meeting
You were more than likely an OG of this group (with Deku, Uraraka, and Iida alongside you) and became fast friends on the first day of school together
You went to class early on the first day at UA (which was unusual for you since sleep is high on your priority list), but you wanted to make a good impression on the staff and meet potential new friends or allies in your career
You got there before most, sat in your designated seat, and people watched the unfamiliar faces in the classroom, trying to get a feel of the energy the kids presented. Not long after you sat down did a scene already break out between a stiff, but kind-looking bluenette who shouted orders at an aggressive blonde with spiky hair. They bickered for a bit, it was eventually calmed down by the teacher, but you noticed a few people at the doorway having a conversation
A brown haired girl and a green haired boy who looked like he was about to die from blushing too hard were standing near the door with the bluenette from earlier. They were all smiling so wide and all had such different personalities that it made you smile, deciphering in your head that there was no way you were leaving this school today without saying ‘hi’ them
Eventually, over the course of the school day (before the whole incident with the fake expulsion) you introduced yourself to the three, and you being the sweet cutie you are, were quickly accepted into the trio as one of them
And the rest is pretty much history! All of you became besties from that point on, dragging Tsu, Momo, and a reluctant Todoroki (at first) into the whirlwind that is your friend group!
What Do They Think Of You Personally
Deku: You’re one of his best friends, he can trust you with pretty much anything. He even considers telling you about One For All once, but sadly that is too big of a secret to tell (for now), but he’ll tell you basically anything else! Learning about your quirk, your goals and dreams, and just plain talking with you always puts him at ease. You help him with his life problems and stressors, even when he’s mumbling away and overthinking you give him a moment to let him get all of his thoughts out instead of interrupting him. He hopes to be heroes with you to the very end, never forget that!
Uraraka: She absolutely adores you! Smart, funny, sweet, you’re the whole package. You’re trustworthy and the drive you have in life keeps her motivated to be a hero with you. You help each other out, she values this friendship more than some others. She feels she can go to you for anything, she only hopes that you feel the same way with her because she has no doubt in her mind that she will go to hell and back for you.
Iida: For awhile he didn’t understand why Midoriya and Uraraka liked you so much. Don’t get me wrong, he found you fun to hang out with and nice, but he never really saw why they blindly trusted you. That is, until you came to visit Izuku, Shoto, and him in the hospital the weekend after the Hosu/Stain (but you don’t know about the villain) incident. You wished for them to get better, gave each of them a handwritten card and baked goods before leaving to get back to UA, parting with a wide smile and hugs for them all. He finally fully sees your kind nature and the open honesty you give to everyone, and is ready to be a hero with you for as long as you deem necessary. The kindness you gave him that day affected him more than you will ever know, as you helped him see past his plot of revenge and strive to be a hero not to hurt others but to change the world so tragedies like this never happen again.
Tsu: She noticed early on how you always brighten a room whenever you’re there, so she (along with many others) were drawn to that warmth. She appreciates your understanding and forgiving attitude, she feels like she doesn’t have to hide or be ashamed of who she is around you. The USJ incident really made her think about how precious life is and how quickly it can be taken away, so she is grateful that someone as generous as you decided to be friends with her and the rest of the DekuSquad.
Todoroki: Apprehensive of you at first (like he was with everyone), but after you showed your loyalty and dedication to not your work but your friendships, he wants to get to know you better. It’ll take awhile to get past his cold exterior, but if you stay he’ll consider you one of his greatest allies. Plus, you can teach him how to open up to others and learn to love again, who wouldn’t want to help Shoto?
Momo: She knows she’s smart so she’s more than happy to help you with school work (if you need it, that is). The first time she knew she could fully trust you is when Mineta was perving about her hero uniform and tried to inappropriately touch her, but you grabbed and punted him at least 50 yards into the distance while screaming, “Women's rights, perv!” and ever since that day you’ve been her knight in shining armour. She always thinks about inviting you as her guest first when she has to attend fancy dinners/parties with her parents. She appreciates all your help with protecting her and the other girls in Class 1-A, but also a great friend. If you ever need anything, she’ll be there first to help!
Hanging Out / Having Fun / Random Things
Group. Study. SESSIONS! Seriously. You have some of the smartest people in Class 1-A in the DekuSquad with you, if you don't use that knowledge to your benefit, I’ma slap you. They’re always willing to help one another out, no matter how immense the problem.
Mario Kart, Apples to Apples, even Hide-And-Seek (in and outside the dorms), everything is on the table for Group Game Night (and, yes, Group Game Night is a weekly event)
You train with Deku, Todoroki, and even Uraraka sometimes on the weekends and HOE BOI, you haven’t felt true envy until you jokingly test to see if a cutsie green-haired 16 year old can bench your entire body and feel your soul die as he actually lifts you up and over his head with ease
Your noodle arms could never. You just want to be sTRONG!!! (I feel that)
You cannot make a self deprecating joke in front of them. Ever. Even if you THINK about making one, you will be sat down on a comfy chair, given a glass of milk and a cookie, and counseled on your emotions and well being until the dorm’s curfew
They just love and care about you. Why can’t you see yourself the way they do? (K, I made myself cry with that one.)
Anyways, it’s wholesome, cinnamon roll energy 24/7. Finally, the serotonin we all need.
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BakuSquad
Meeting
You’re a little late getting into the BakuSquad, but you get there eventually!
You, Mina, and Kirishima are paired up for a group project in the middle of the year. Sad that you can’t be with your normal friend group in this project, you try to look on the bright side and enjoy their company.
You three end up having way too much fun. Opting to, instead of doing the homework, end up playing video games with Kirishima, Mina, and a flirty blonde named Kaminari, hanging upside down on the ceiling with the smiley blacknette, Sero, pretending to be “Spiderman” while relaxing with the spunky Jiro, and eventually getting caught by the angry blonde from the first day of school named Bakugou, who forces the three of you to sit down and finally get the work done before it was too late, but even that was fun!
Later that weekend, you all plan to meet up at the mall (Bakugou being dragged along by Kirishima) and hang. You ended up running around the different floors laughing like maniacs, getting way too many sugar highs from eating too much candy, somehow end up in a Taco Bell parking lot at 1AM screaming “Bohemian Rhapsody” to the moon while drinking Baja Blasts together, and having to sneak back into the dorms carrying a derpy Kaminari carefully inside because he blew out his power trying to impress you with a flirty pickup line.
You stumbled into your dorm after hearing a quick, “Night, (Y/N)!” from Kirishima since he had kindly walked you to your room to make sure you got back okay, and took a deep breath in while leaning against the door. You walked to your bathroom mirror and looked at your frizzled hair, colorful stained lips from the candy you’d eaten, the empty Baja Blast cup in your hand that you had used as a microphone, and smiled. You have got to stay friends with these idiots.
And that you did, the crazy BakuSquad has a new member!
What Do They Think Of You Personally
Bakugou: I’ll just say this, it takes guts to befriend a person like him, and he knows it, so he pretends to hate you and your determination to stay by his side (as he does with most people) for the LONGEST time. It takes him years to show you his softer sides, but when he does break down those barriers for you it’s well worth the wait. After that, he trusts you with his life, and him with yours. He hates to admit it because he has seen the crazy in you around the others, but you are caring and would take all the time in the world to listen to his or anyone else's problems. He knows you’ve seen the tough things in life and he respects you for it. You’ll be a strong hero, just not better than him!
Kirishima: Honestly after meeting the BakuSquad and now you, his self esteem has never been higher! He was struggling for the longest time with self doubt but after befriending all of you he knows that he finally has a place in this world and people who care about him for more than his quirk. You give him an even bigger reason to keep striving to be a hero, if he can meet amazing people like you in his career path then he never wants to leave. He sees that project as one of the best things that has ever come out of school!
Denki: Definitely tries (and fails miserably) to score a date with you an ungodly amount of times. He can’t help it, you’re so pretty and nice and if you were his significant other he’d be over the moon. If you’re not comfortable with his flirting, he will eventually lay off, but that won’t stop him from daydreaming of being with you. Fate or not, meeting you feels like a dream, and with you being kind to literally everyone around you, it would have been impossible for him to resist being friends with you either way. He loves you and admires your strength as a hero, you’re both gonna go far together.
Mina: She feels that getting paired together for that project was destiny in the works! You make everyone so happy and she feels blessed that she can help you learn how to let loose and go with the flow. You two have an infinite amount of gossip supply, the tea is never not hot or empty. You both have some righteous dirt (but you’re both nice enough to not cause chaos within UA, so it stays on the ground).
Sero: The life the BakuSquad gained from you joining is indescribable. You are like the cool parental figure who turned into a thrill junkie, and seeing that transformation was absolutely hilarious. He enjoys your company, where the room can be filled with noise or dead silent but still be comfortable, he lives to find those people. Plus, being non-judgmental means that he’ll open up to you about more than what others see. 10/10, you two vibe together.
Jiro: Best buddies. You fight alongside her in defending the women of UA from pervs, so that is already a huge gain. She loves sharing her music taste with you and you with her, you’ve opened up her tastes far more than she ever imagined (because of you she listens to the catcher pop songs more now than just straight punk 24/7, good for you!) Your opinion is one of the few she won’t brush off, so she’ll listen to what you have to say too.
Hanging Out / Having Fun / Random Things
The chaotic, feral energy you guys have is something else, my dude. Just thinking about it gives me shivers (I pray for Aizawa sometimes).
Intense battles of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate, Just Dance, and Cards Against Humanity every weekend (Bakugou always wins because he gets all the nastiest/funniest cards)
Who you are with the DekuSquad (calm, careful, collected) gets YEETED away when the BakuSquad comes into play. You go batshit, and it feels good! Like, you’re still kind and caring, but you add a dash of crazy in there when Kaminari starts bumping the Crazy Frog song, so you finally decide it’s okay to let loose with them. It’s a full on identity crisis if I’ve ever seen one.
But don’t be mistaken, if ever someone in the squad needs help or is hurt in any way, you’re all over it. You’ll counsel, hug, and/or kill whoever you need to make sure your friends are okay (and vice-versa with everyone else too)
You sometimes train with Bakugou and Kirishima after school. It’s tough, so you don’t do it often, but when you do you never leave feeling you could have put in more effort. Bakugou’s taunts and Kiri’s encouraging words always compel you to give more and more, to the point of you feeling like passing out at the end.
Weird side note: Bakugou’s parents love all of you like you’re their own kids??? IDK why, but I have a feeling if he ever brought the BakuSquad (+ you) home to hang and meet his parents, they would fall in love and adopt you guys faster than Katsuki can say “DIEEE!”
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Both Groups Together
What Do They Think Of You Being In Both Groups
DekuSquad: They don’t care at all. You’re allowed to be friends with whoever you want. True, they’ll be sad when they make plans together but you can’t make it because you’ve already planned to hang with the BakuSquad and get nervous when they see your Snapchat story update that Denki got himself stuck in a trashcan trying to impress you, but that’s okay! They’ll just let you know if anything important or hilarious happens when you're gone! All in all, it’s great.
BakuSquad: They pretty much feel the same as the DekuSquad, who are they to choose who you associate yourself with, but Bakugou is still pissed to this day that you cannot/will not pick a “side”. He honestly sees it as a test, if he can make you officially be in the BakuSquad and not hang out with those “extras” anymore, then he beats Deku in yet another thing. He’ll eventually come to terms with the fact that your friendships and feelings aren’t a game, but he’ll still keep it a personal goal to try and make his group more enjoyable to be around so you potentially be on only his side. The rest of them don’t view you as property to be owned, your life is your life!
Both Hanging Out: Getting Bakugou to chill with “losers” who aren’t his own team is extremely difficult. He doesn’t play nice with others, even sometimes his own squad! But everyone else enjoys the opposite squad’s vibe, so if you guys wanted to have a group movie night or just a massive hang out, everyone would be down! Get ready for countless nights of gossiping with the girls and playing pranks on other students with the boys (and maybe running away from a furious Aizawa)!
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#mha#bnha#mha headcanon#headcanon#fanfiction#dekusquad#izuku midoriya#uraraka ochaco#tenya iida#tsuyu asui#shoto todoroki#momo yaoyorozu#bakusquad#katsuki bakugou#eijirou kirishima#denki kaminari#mina ashido#hanta sero#kyoka jiro#reader#gender neutral#gender neutral reader
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@mochibunny360 requested “a glimbow story featuring glimmer touching bows abs for the first time”.
Summary: This... wasn’t normal, was it?
Maybe it was actually the sleep-deprivation.
But then again... maybe it wasn’t.
Glimmer shook her head.
Nope, it was definitely the lack of sleep.
There was just no way she actually had feelings for her best friend.
No.
Not happening.
[Takes place some time before the show. In which Bow and Glimmer are both disaster bisexuals not realizing they’re in love with each other. Glimmer is in massive denial. Bow ist just a genuinely good guy that has yet to understand that what he’s feeling for Glimmer might just be a little more than friendship.]
(This also has, like, one(?) curse word. Do I need a warning for that?)
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“Well, that was... something.”
Glimmer needed a moment to catch her breath.
They’d been training for several hours now. She was exhausted and in desperate need of recharging.
Practicing teleporting with Bow was fun, and he then always picked random targets to shoot arrows at to practice his aim.
It worked pretty well.
Glimmer hadn’t accidentally teleported onto any trees anymore in a while, and Bow was getting better and better at actually hitting what he was aiming at.
At this rate, Angella might actually send them out on a mission eventually.
‘...okay, who am I kidding, mom’s way too protective, that is never happening.’
Glimmer sighed.
“Yeah, nice work. That was a great training session.” Bow offered her his hand and helped her up. “That last time teleporting was a bit much, huh? Are you okay?”
“Fine. Great.” She was still breathing heavily. “I just need a moment. I’ve definitely reached my limit for today.”
“Yeah, I think I have, too. I guess I have to be thankful that I can’t be magic-exhausted, just regular-human-exhausted, huh?“
He took her hand. “You did great today. I think your aunt is going to go crazy if we keep popping into and out of Mystacor like that, but this was so fun!“
Glimmer giggled.
“Yeah, aunt Casta hates it when we do that. Who knows, she might stop constantly knitting me sweaters if we keep this up! Everyone wins!”
Bow elbowed her.
“You like her sweaters.”
“...No...” He raised an eyebrow. “...Okay. Maybe?” Glimmer laughed and shrugged. “But I don’t need ninety of them.”
Her best friend laughed.
“Alright, fair point.”
Glimmer liked hearing him laugh. It made her smile. She looked at him... and caught herself staring.
“...huh. All of your working out has really paid off, hasn’t it?”
This was the first time she actually consciously perceived that he had abs now. And now that she‘d realized it, she couldnt unsere it and as a result could not stop staring at him.
Bow followed her gaze a little amused.
“Huh, yeah, I guess.” He gave his best friend a side-eye, then laughed. “Enjoying the view?” He teased her.
“What? Noooo. I wasn’t staring! At all! In the slightest!”
Glimmer went beet-red, but still had an immensely hard time tearing her eyes away from her best friend.
This was stupid.
Bow was her best friend, and she knew what he looked like, and there was no need for her to be embarrassed for looking at him.
Or for her to blush when he called her out for staring.
People could find their friends’ abs hot without it being weird, right?
Right?
‘...did I just think of Bow as hot?!’
This was terrible, and embarrassing, and what was even going on at this point?
She desperately needed a cold shower and some sleep.
This was just happening because she was sleep-deprived.
That was what was going on.
Definitely.
“Glimmer, are you okay?” Bow was still pretty amused, but also a little worried now. “You look like your face caught fire.”
“I’m fine. I’M FINE! I’m sorry I’m being so weird, I just... didn’t realize you had abs before, and now I can’t stop looking at them. Ugh, what is wrong with me?!”
Bow giggled.
“It’s okay, Glimmer. It’s okay. And you’re not being weird.“
It wasn’t like he’d never been there – he still vividly remembered the time he couldn’t stop staring at her chest when he realized she looked more... adult now.
That was normal, right? Realizing your friends were getting more grown-up and that their bodies were changing and becoming more attractive was normal. And looking at them a bit too long sometimes was, too. Nothing about this was weird at all in his opinion.
There was no need for her to feel embarrassed about anything.
“Do you, like... want to touch them or something?” He asked after a moment of silence.
It was a silly idea, really, but the way she was looking at him made it hard to think of anything else.
And it wasn’t like he would have minded.
He’d always liked having her close, after all...
Glimmer shrieked at the thought.
“What?! Nooo, not at all, I just-”
Bow laughed.
“I mean, you don’t have to, but I just thought... we’re always touching each other all the time anyway, aren’t we? We’re always holding hands, and hugging, and just... being affectionate towards each other in general. That’s just what we’re like. Maybe that would help you... feel less weird about it?” He shrugged. “I don’t know. Forget it. It was a stupid idea.”
The last thing he wanted was to make her even more uncomfortable than she already was. Especially since he actually thought that it was kind of cute that she was staring.
“...actually, I don’t think it was,” Glimmer mumbled after a moment. “And you kind of do have a point.” She looked at him nervously. “Are you sure it’s okay and not going to be... really weird or something?”
“It’s just weird if you make it weird. It’s okay, really.”
She sighed.
“...alright. Then I won’t make it weird.” Glimmer closed her eyes for a moment, stretched her hand toward him and touched his belly. She gulped. “Oh- oh wow. This feels nice. Like really, really nice.”
The pink-haired Princess felt herself blush again, but ignored it and just snuggled against her best friend’s chest, putting her arms around him.
Shit, when had he gotten this tall?
Bow giggled and rubbed her head.
“Feel better now?”
She shrugged, still not letting go of him.
“Maybe a little.”
He hugged her back.
“Good. Love you, you dork.”
“Awww. Love you, too.”
She let go of him and squeezed his hand. She definitely felt better now. And a lot less weird.
She still wasn’t sure what exactly that had just been.
Was this the first time she’d been staring at him? Or was it just the first time she consciously realized she was?
‘Why am I even thinking about this in the first place?!’
What was going on with her? Why where her feelings so all over the place when she looked at him these days?
This... wasn’t normal, was it?
Maybe it was actually the sleep-deprivation.
But then again... maybe it wasn’t.
Glimmer shook her head.
Nope, it was definitely the lack of sleep.
There was just no way she actually had feelings for her best friend.
No.
Not happening.
And even if it actually was... it wasn’t like she’d ever tell him. He was way too important to her to risk to ruin their relationship with a love confession of he didn’t return her feelings.
That was a big IF right there.
...because she definitely didn’t actually have feelings for him. Right? Right?!
The thought was pushed back into the darkest depths of her mind, where it had been safely locked up for a while now.
“Come on, let’s get inside, take a quick shower and then have dinner. Your mom is probably waiting for us already.”
Glimmer was extremely thankful for Bow interrupting her thoughts.
“Yeah, you’re probably right. Shower, food, and bed afterwards. I can’t wait!”
That was exactly what she needed right now.
Maybe ‘bed’ would also include a bit of obviously completely platonic and non-weird cuddling.
Who knew.
Bow smiled at her, and she smiled back, and before she realized what was happening, their hands were intertwined again.
Glimmer chose to ignore her heart beating out of her chest in order to just enjoy the moment.
Bow was right, after all.
They’d always been very touchy-feels with each other.
That wasn’t weird.
It was just their normal.
And they were both enjoying their ‘normal’ just a little too much...
#glimbow#glimmer#bow#spop#she ra#spop writing requests#glimmer x bow#my works#my writing#reblogging is appreciated#but please don’t repost
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Love Bites Ch 17
This is the seventeenth chapter of a modern/vampire AU ereri fanfic. You can also read it on Ao3. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | Special | 15 | 16 | 17
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“Well, if it isn’t Levi’s good boy!” Furlan says with a laugh when he sees Eren walk through the door.
Eren turns on his heel and walks back out of the restaurant.
Kill me, Eren thinks.
Why did they have to meet at Kuchel’s Kitchen for this? They’re going to Levi’s house to practice fighting anyway. They should’ve just met at his house. Better yet, they should just always meet at Levi’s house from now on, so that Eren never has to be subjected to this again.
“Aw, okay, sorry, sorry,” Furlan says, holding the door open for Eren. “Won’t do it again, I swear. Just had to mention it at least once.”
“You didn’t have to mention it once,” Eren grumbles, reluctantly walking back inside.
Eren is not used to being drunk. He can’t even recall actually getting drunk off of alcohol. When he was human, he never got drunk. Ever. He is not the one to have these embarrassing stories. He’s the one doing the making fun most of the time because he’s usually the only one in his friend group sober enough to remember anything. The whole reason Armin doesn’t drink anymore is because Eren witnessed him literally start stripping in a bar after having one too many drinks. (That specific night, Eren started drinking from Armin’s cup because the idiot kept buying more. Eren still was only kind of buzzed by the end of the night.)
The point is, Eren does not get drunk. He does not get drunk, so he has never been shamed for anything that he has done while drunk before.
“Oh! Is that Eren? Oops, or should I call you Levi’s good boy?”
So, this is a brand new form of cruel and unusual punishment that Eren never thought he would live through.
Eren glares over at Isabel, who just laughs as he walks by her towards the break room.
“Don’t be mad,” Isabel teases, elbowing him lightly in the side as he brushes past her. “I heard you were cute.”
If Eren didn’t need blood to survive, he would never drink it again.
“Don’t call me cute.”
“Whatever you say, big guy.”
Eren’s also going to ban Levi from ever calling him “big guy.” How does Isabel know that, actually? Eren swears the door was closed for that part; Petra shouldn’t have been able to hear that—
“Hey there, Eren! Are you big chillin’ today?”
“What is happening?” Eren exclaims, not quite meaning to yell in Petra’s face but not really regretting it either.
The door to the break room opens, and Eren turns his glare on Levi as the man leans on the doorway.
“Were you the one that gossiped?”
“Eren,” Levi says with a sigh, “why would I do that? I’ve been dealing with these little shits all day because someone ran their mouth. All fucking day.”
“Actually,” Petra says, “it was your friend Mikasa who was kind enough to exchange numbers with me and give me all the details that I was curious about. She said it was revenge for you recording ‘You-Know-What,’ apparently.”
Eren rubs his face with his hands. Of course. Though Eren can hardly see how him having a video of Mikasa singing “Toxic” by Britney Spears at the top of her lungs warranted her causing him this amount of suffering. It’s literally only Eren who knows about that, compared to Levi’s entire fucking staff collectively calling Eren “Levi’s good boy.”
“She’s dead to me,” Eren says.
...Maybe he should send that video to Armin and give Mikasa a taste of her own medicine.
“C’mon Eren,” Petra says, “don’t be upset. It was cute!”
“It wasn’t. It really wasn’t.”
Levi clears his throat.
“If we’re done here,” Levi says, with a pointed look at Petra, “I have actual things I need to talk to Eren about. Things a bit more important than whatever random shit he said while drunk yesterday.”
Levi’s gaze slides to Eren.
“No offense.”
“No,” Eren says, “you have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that. Can we please leave?”
Levi nods, pushing himself away from the doorway and towards the exit into the dining room.
“...Though it was cute.”
Petra bursts out laughing at the same time Eren’s cheeks burn.
“Fuck you!”
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“I’m just warning you ahead of time that I’m already pissed off. So, if I actually do beat you up, don’t take it personally.”
Levi scoffs, their wooden practice blades in hand.
“Sure, I won’t hold it against you.”
Eren has his hair pulled up into a bun and is stretching out his arms in the center of Levi’s living room as Levi sets their wooden knives on the table beside two wooden stakes.
“So,” Levi says, “I thought about some things to explain to you, since last time you complained about me not giving you any pointers—”
“Yeah because you got off on just beating the shit out of me.”
Levi turns his head to face Eren with all the fluidity of a rusty animatronic, his gray eyes narrow and dark. Eren flinches.
“Sorry. Like I said—pissed off.”
“You’re lucky I fucking like you.”
“Just ‘like?’”
“I’d say love if you weren’t being such a little shit.”
“Sorry. Again.”
Levi sighs, running his fingers through his hair.
“I was going to say,” Levi says slowly. “That I can’t have you holding your knife like a shitty ass knife doll because it limits your options.”
Levi picks up one of the knives, the sharper end facing his wrist with the entire handle gripped tightly in his fist.
“Come here,” Levi says, waving his hand at Eren.
Eren steps closer, and Levi slowly moves his arm up and then down, the point of the knife resting over Eren’s chest.
“It’s good for a finishing blow. But you only have a couple angles, and it’s too easy to dodge, especially when the enemy is so much faster than you.”
“So I should be doing…?”
Levi flips the knife in his hand—show off—until the blade is facing outward instead of inward, his hand angled sideways instead of straight up and down.
“I fight like this, usually,” Levi says, mimicking slicing the knife all the way across Eren’s chest, “but…”
Levi flips the knife again—and again, fucking show off—this time with the knife angled upwards and the sharp edge facing out. He thrusts his hand directly forward and presses the tip of the blade over Eren’s heart.
“This is fine too.”
“How do I know which way I should hold it?” Eren asks, taking the knife from Levi as the shorter man presses it into his palm.
“Practice,” Levi says, grabbing his own blade. “Eventually you’ll know what feels comfortable.”
“Oh, so this is the part where you beat me up for an hour.”
Levi runs his fingers through his hair, smiling just slightly.
“Don’t take it personally.”
Eren heaves a long suffering sigh, even as a grin tugs at the corner of his lips. He fumbles with his knife a bit as he tries to replicate Levi’s first example, but soon he’s got it comfortably settled in his hand and looks at Levi, ready to act.
“You’re lucky I think you’re hot,” Eren says.
Levi raises an eyebrow at him.
“You don’t even like me?”
“Let’s see how I feel by the time we’re done.”
~ ~ ~
Their practice session lasts longer than an hour this time because Eren manages to not accidentally use his vampire powers on Levi and cause his own mental breakdown.
Eren’s not sure if he’s ever going to get over that day, honestly.
“Eren.”
Eren’s gaze flicks up to Levi. Eren is currently sprawled out on Levi’s floor, his limbs all spread out wide as if he’s trying to make a snow angel on the carpet. Levi has two glasses of water in his hands as he stands above Eren, his damp locks sticking messily to his forehead and cheeks.
Eren’s sore, bruised, and barely has the energy to sit up and take a glass of water from Levi. But still, this whole fighting thing is… kind of fun, when he’s not thinking about why they’re doing it. It helps that Levi’s eyes shine as if every second he spends sparring gives him the same joy as a little kid opening a present on the morning of their birthday. It helps that Levi spurs him on and keeps Eren’s adrenaline going the whole time they practice.
It helps that it’s Levi doing this with him.
“Hey.”
Levi sits beside Eren on the floor, using his coffee table as a backrest. His fingers find their way to Eren’s and lace together with them.
“I…” Levi sighs. “I have something unpleasant to ask you.”
Eren sits up a little straighter, his grip tightening on his cup.
“Go ahead.”
“Do you remember what the vampires that turned you looked like?”
The breath floods out of Eren’s lungs in an instant, and his grip grows tight on Levi’s hand. Levi reaches out and pulls the glass of water away from him, setting it off to the side.
“L-Levi…”
“It’s okay if you don’t,” Levi says. “And it’s okay if you don’t want to.”
Eren shakes his head, his eyes squeezing shut.
No. He needs to remember. The reason Eren is doing this is to find them and get his revenge. What’s the point if he trains only to not recognize them? What’s the point if he never even finds them?
It’s just… hard. That time, that day is so fragmented in Eren’s head. He remembers his mom, the screaming, everything getting dark—
He remembers red eyes staring at him in the darkness.
Eren’s chest shudders with his struggle for breath, and an arm wraps around Eren’s shoulders, anchoring him, keeping him close to Levi’s side.
He needs to remember. What was around those red eyes? What did he manage to notice about those bastards when everything around him was so dark?
“One of them was… tall. Really tall,” Eren says eventually.
He remembers one pair of eyes looking down at him, towering over his head. And the other… For the other, he remembers being able to see a vague silhouette of their head. There was something about him that made him just bright enough to see, even in the pitch black of night—
“The other was my height,” Eren says, “and blond. I don’t—I don’t remember anything else. I couldn’t—couldn’t see.”
“That’s fine,” Levi says, squeezing Eren’s hand. “That’s enough.”
Eren’s body sags onto Levi’s and he heaves a sigh, keeping his eyes closed. His bite scars are itchy. He wishes he could make them disappear, or at least have them covered so that he can’t see them. He wishes he didn’t have to be reminded every time he looked in the mirror.
Levi’s hand moves from around his shoulders to over his head, and Eren relaxes slightly, taking a deep breath.
“Do you think we can still find them?” Eren asks. “It’s been so long…”
So many months since he became a vampire. So many months since his mom...
“You don’t have to worry about that,” Levi says. “I know where they are.”
Eren's eyes fly open.
"What?" Eren exclaims, pulling himself out of Levi's arms.
"Relax—"
"Relax? You know where the people who killed my mom are, and you're telling me to relax? Wh-where are they? How long have you known?"
"Eren," Levi says slowly. "It's… a long story, but there's only one place they could be. A place where all the ferals in this area are."
Eren frowns, but he does relax slightly, folding his legs in front of himself.
"A place where all the ferals are…?"
Levi sighs, rubbing his face with his hands, his shoulders sagging. When he pulls his hands away from his face, his head is still down, gray eyes in shadow.
"There's a vampire I've been tracking since my 'retirement,'" Levi says, "with Erwin's help. Other vampires know him as the Feral King. He recruits others. Turns them and encourages them to go feral."
"What?"
No. No, that's not right. Why—why would anyone do that? Going feral—who would encourage that shit? Even setting aside how it causes vampires to go crazy trying to drink from humans—which should not be fucking overlooked—being that thirsty hurts. Eren still remembers that miserable week after tasting blood for the first time. He remembers how he ached, how his mouth throbbed, how dry his mouth was no matter what he did to try and push down the urge for blood—
Why the hell would anyone want that? Why would anyone want to be like those monsters who killed his mom? Why would anyone want for there to be more of them?
"That doesn't make any sense," Eren says, burying his fingers into his hair. "Who the fuck is this Feral King—is he fucking insane?"
Eren expects anger from Levi—he's seen it before, when they've talked about ferals in the past. Levi's mom was killed by a feral too.
But Levi…
"It's batshit," Levi says, "but he has reasons he believes in—the same reasons those other idiots follow him."
Why is Levi so damn calm?
...No. No, thats stupid. Of course, Levi's calm. Levi's been hunting him. Levi's been trying to catch this guy, to stop him. It's not new to him like it is to Eren.
Though Eren can't imagine thinking about this without it infuriating him, even when it's not new to him anymore.
"He gets off on it—going feral and turning people," Levi continues. "Do you remember what I told you? When you turn someone, your heart beats again, for that brief moment when the other person's heart stops."
Eren nods, trying to bring himself to Levi's level of calm even though his blood is fucking boiling. The Feral King is why Eren's a vampire. The Feral King is why his mother is dead. And he's doing it for what—just for kicks?
"I've heard that it feels… addicting,” Levi says. “Being briefly alive again after so long. He gets other vampires to feel it, once they've turned. He wants them addicted too. And once they are, they stick with him because there's no other sick fucks that would dare to associate with them."
"But—is it that worth it?" Eren asks, his hands clenched into fists. "They're killing people for that! They're ruining people's lives!"
Not just ruining lives. Ending lives. Ending the lives of people like his mother all for some fucking rush—all to follow the guy who ended their own life too.
Levi sighs, shaking his head.
"He's got a whole attitude that he spreads to his followers. Some bullshit about not owing anything to humanity—if humans think vampires are monsters no matter what, then they might as well be anyway."
"That's not—that's so fucked. What even—How can he think like that? He was human once too, wasn't he? And I thought—I thought things were different now! Humans and vampires are getting along just fine."
Levi's eyes squeeze shut, his pale hands gripping tightly at his knees. The white hot anger in Eren's chest cools slightly as he looks at Levi, at the man's deep frown and furrowed brows.
Where did Levi’s calm go?
"What's wrong?" Eren asks, leaning towards Levi. "Is it… Is the Feral King the one who… who killed your mom back then?"
Levi barks out a bitter laugh, raking his fingers through his hair.
"Shit, it'd be better if he was."
...What?
"Levi… Who is this guy?"
Levi takes a deep breath, his eyes still closed.
"Have I… told you why I retired?"
Eren frowns at him, thoroughly confused.
"You told me something happened that made you realize vampires were still human."
Levi nods.
"I was… hunting with my uncle, Kenny, for a long time after my mom died. I did whatever he told me. He got all the job descriptions, and I thought vampires were fucking scum, so it didn't matter to me. But we…"
Levi takes in a shaky breath, and Eren reaches out slowly, laying his hand over one of Levi's. Levi flips his hand beneath Eren's, so he's clutching at Eren’s tan hand instead of his own knee.
"We got a job. Take out three vampires, it said. They… They had a little house in the suburbs. They were a fucking family Eren, two parents and a human kid. The wife… had gotten sick, so they turned her. The husband got turned too, to stay with her."
Levi's grip on Eren's hand tightens.
"The kid was almost the same age as me. The same fucking age. I didn't see him—didn't see him until I had already—"
Levi's mouth snaps shut, and for a moment the only sound in the room is Levi's heavy breathing. Eren’s hand aches slightly as Levi’s hand around his gets even tighter.
"Levi," Eren says softly, "it's okay—"
"No!" Levi snaps, and Eren bites his lip. "I need to—I need to—I have to be able to say it."
"...Okay."
The room is silent again. Eren lays another hand over Levi's, and Levi sucks in a breath.
"I had already… stabbed his mom by the time I saw him," Levi says quietly. "Kenny was in the other room, getting the dad… I told him—I told him we needed to stop. He didn't have fangs. He was human."
Eren's grip on Levi's hands grows tight too.
Levi… Levi had unwittingly done exactly what someone else had done to him. Killed someone's mother right in front of their eyes.
"Kenny… That old man wanted to kill him too. I told him not to, to fucking stop—It was so fucking fast—Kenny's crossbow went off—I couldn't let the kid die too—"
Levi falters, falling silent for a moment. Eren just waits, holding his breath.
"...The old man hit the ground," Levi says quietly. "The kid was down too. The mom… was still breathing. I didn't quite… get the stake all the way into her heart. While she was still breathing I… begged her to turn her son so that he would live."
"Levi…"
"I was nineteen," Levi continues. "I didn't know what to do. I ran—retired soon after that. Was so sick of myself and didn't feel right hunting. But then, after I had opened the restaurant, I heard from Erwin about some out of control vampire cult. The leader was…"
Levi goes quiet, and Eren takes a slow breath.
"...The Feral King," Eren finishes for him. "That kid from back then."
"I made a monster," Levi says, his voice low, rough. "And now I… I've got to kill him and make sure he stays dead this time."
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Oh! Oh! For the mutual thing, in relating to tss, who would be a light side and who would be a dark side? Would any of them kinda be like Virgil who changed sides? Or maybe opposite? If you wanna go further, what would they represent too?
Alright Anon, I hope you know you inspired something amazing. Mutuals, I have here Sanders Sides OCs with each and every one of you in mind, including Icons (which is why this took a while to finish). Anyway, I hope you enjoy them and feel free to draw or write with them, and maybe come up with some ideas or designs for my own (Because I couldn't figure out a good fit to make a OC for me). Here we go, and I hope you guys enjoy! <3
Let's start out with the creativity twins (Two sides of creativity):
@h-ad3s - Instinct (Dark Side)
• Instinct represents the wild, spontaneous side of creativity - like painting or writing your feelings out, when you do something just because you want to.
• Very Impulsive at times, and because of their reckless nature can get the (what do you call it? Thomas part?) 'Thomas' in trouble a lot, leading to everyone pegging them as a dark evil troublemaker
• As with their twin, Instinct can turn into a animal at will - theirs is a raccoon.
• Found late at night rummanaging through or sleeping in garbage. 'Why, Inst? You have a bed!' 'Because. The funny smells calm me, plus I wanted to.'
• Has eaten glitter, glue, bar soap, and even a ceramic mug (No one knows how they ate the mug to this day.)
• But, when feeling sad or someone else is sad, they usually are found in raccoon form cuddled up in Protection or Imagination's lap, sleeping.
@dee-ree-vee - Passion (Light Side)
• Passion represents the creating for creation's sake side of creativity. They create not based solely on emotion, but because it brings them happiness to create. Passion represents just happiness and drive for any hobby, and the drive to improve. As well as, you guessed it, passion in Relationships as well - weather it be platonic, familial, or romantic.
• Despite being told to stay away from Instinct because they're dangerous, and that they were the 'better creativity', they still try to chat and connect with them because of their past closeness feeling like family.
• They can turn into a cat at will like Instinct, and usually use the form to sneak out and meet Instinct in the 'Creativescape', a middle between the darkscape and the mindscape, where they are crowned ruler.
• They love free time of any kind, and enjoy the constant creative drive with weekends or holiday breaks, and are usually the ones who come up with gift ideas or little surprises for Friends, Family, or SOs.
• Can get overwhelmed by expectations of always doing things right and never making a mistake, in that way being slightly jealous of their twin.
• Their favorite thing to do is help make dreams with Imagination and fight off nightmares, sometimes even Instinct joining to help.
@lightyagamisqueen - Protection (Dark side)
• Protection represents Fight or Flight as well as Anxiety, but also white lies at times to take the pain away, to protect. The lies leading them to become a Dark Side.
• Has a very hard time relaxing, leading them to get burnout quite often from their overly taxing job, and Instinct, being the only other Dark Side and who knew them well would always be there to comfort when it all became a bit too much, or when Protection was so emotionally tired they broke down and cried.
• Likewise, Protection knew Instinct too well to always be there to hug and hold closely when they felt so abandoned and alone, even confessing to them once they wish they could stop the impulses but it hurts them physically to do so, and Instinct showed them their scars.
• Protection protects and stays up often at night in the real world to protect from monsters in the closet and to hold the 'Thomas' tightly when they got too scared. They live off of coffee and redbull.
• Once didn't sleep for almost two weeks for a cram finals session, and Instinct had to help them recover.
• Cannot watch horror movies, and usually gets overly anxious and worried walking home alone at night, especially in the city.
@pastel-candies - Inner Strength (Light Side)
• Inner Strength represents Hope, and Strength to keep going when things get hard, as well as Positivity and a co-gatekeeper of emotions, the other being Inner Child. But, while Child's emotions are more fuzzy and less prominant, Inner Strength's are more intense, leading them to get very emotional at times. Also they represent ignorance, pushing bad emotions or negative thoughts away, thinking they're just getting rid of them and not realizing they're repressing.
• Has plant powers that are tied to emotions, meaning if they're happy, plants will grow around them, if they're sad or angry or upset, they turn into not just killing plants but also slightly life sucking when every other side gets close.
• Is the slightly more 'moral' one than the rest in being the one to get scared and think Instinct and Protection are being more hurtful than helpful and kick them out.
• Has their own little garden with a specific flower in their room that isn't fazed with her emotions, being infused with all the emotions that were too intense to handle, good and bad. They talk to the flower and vent when things get tricky.
• When the 'Thomas' is upset, Strength usually works with Protection sometimes when things get really low, but mostly the two switch off depending on the situation.
• Lately is having regrets and confusion over kicking the other two out, but doesn't know if inviting them back will hurt the 'Thomas'
• Is protective of Passion, Reason, and Inner Child and will do anything to make sure they're safe.
• I imagine them wearing a flower crown, I dunno-
@the-duke-of-deodorant - Reason (Light Side)
• Reason represents and helps with the process of memory and new information, as well as the leader in solving any problems, math or otherwise.
• Reason values the truth above all else and makes sure the 'Thomas' knows the truth of any situation, despite and emotions they have at the moment, leaving them and Strength to butt heads a lot.
• I picture them with a black and white checkered tie...
• Geeks/Nerds out with Passion about Star Wars, Star Trek, etc. They often binge watch many movies and shows, and.. Even have their own code?
• Tries to be there during the emotional fallout Strength gets in, and usually is talking through their door, sometimes Strength's hand sneaks out when the door opens a bit for Reason to grab.
• Teaches Child about the world, leading them to grow into a pretty stable teenager, and the two share a very familial bond.
• Doesn't really understand the whole fear of Dark Sides and visits sometimes, even once helping out Protection during their burnout.
• Is prepared - always has a first aid kit handy and helped Raccoon Instinct when they got a nail stuck in their paw and couldn't transform back.
@antisocialdragonenby - Imagination (In the Middle)
• Imagination is the main gatekeeper of all dreams and daydreams, and has complete creative control in the Creative scape, making anything they imagine in their mind come to life there.
• Could have been ruler of the Creative scape but turned it down, claiming it wasn't their style. Instead they live in a treehouse and chill.
• Probably the most calm in a crisis.
• Out of the Creative scape, they have a cloud they ride on and use for many things - spying on others, viewing past dreams, and viewing made up scenarios or dream scenarios they have, as well as just a hammock to nap on.
• Is well trained with their powers, and uses their imaginative strength to fight nightmares in the dreams that seem to be finding their ways in randomly.
• Is usually the one to go to for advice or just to rant to, closely followed by Reason. This is how they find out about everyone's problems, fears, and turmoil - like how Protection thought they were the ones who caused the nightmares, and Imagination calmly explained that it had nothing to do with them, that they just appear, and that it's their job to help.
• They're fun to hang around and go on adventures with. They like specifically going on adventures with Child, but will tag along with Passion and Instinct from time to time
And finally, @if-i-had-a-spoon - Inner Child (Light Side)
• Inner Child repesents your childish side, as well as childhood memories and emotions. They're the only and first side to grow up from a child when the 'Thomas' is a teen, to a teen when the 'Thomas' is a adult. As a result they're babied sometimes and always treated as the youngest.
• They love looking at older memories and remebering them, although they panicked, figuring out the memories faded as they got older.
• Always a fan of candy, and squeals at cute pet and baby clothes, even making small accessories and gifts for Raccoon Instinct, whom they called 'The trash gremlin' when they were a toddler, and for Cat Passion, whom they just called 'Pretty'.
• Always tries to hold onto stuff from childhood, especially the "Thomas" 's old teddy bear, which they have a copy of for comfort.
• Now, as a teen, they love to write poetry and draw little baby animal sketches, and listen to MCR.
• Responsible for reminencing during random times.
• Although they look young, they're just as capable and smart as the others, fighting for the 'Thomas' to be truly happy, and to be there for everyone, light or dark side.
• I picture them with light purple headphones...
And that's everyone! I hope you guys like them!
#the mutual gang#mutual gang#sander sides#sanders sides#sanders sides ocs#asks#answers#ask the minty#send me a fandom and I'll tell you what characters my mutuals will be!
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Fives has the Force (AU edition)
“Ooooh... meteor shower.” - Hevy (Rookies)
Part 2: Rookies
The Rishi Outpost is… boring. Which is good for Fives. This is something everyone agrees on. Away from Jedi, away from the battles, away from other clones. Fives is hidden away, safe and sound. As such, no one complains, despite how boring and dull the routine becomes.
It also gives Fives time to read through and practice the notes General Shaak Ti left him.
Domino takes turns helping Fives with the exercises. Most of them involve just sitting on the ground and clearing his mind. But even if clones are trained to sit and wait (ambushes, scouting, etc.) just sitting on the ground, eyes closed, and focusing on breathing is so boring.
Of all the Dominos, Droidbait is the one most willing to sit and do nothing. Actually, he grows to enjoy the “meditation” things.
After a week on Rishi, Fives wakes up in a cold sweat, holding in screams and tears. He wakes up Echo in a panic and the next hour is Fives shakily explaining he saw Droidbait get shot, Cutup get eaten by a Rishi eel, and then the Rishi station blow up in a massive fireball with a bunch of droids and Hevy inside.
Echo’s pretty sure it was a nightmare at first. Obviously not fun to watch and concerning. Then Fives has it again a few nights later. And then again. And then he snaps out of one of his “meditation sessions” with it. And now Echo is researching Jedi abilities again and finds something called “Force visions” and he’s just “WELP. This might be a problem.”
Course they can’t tell their commanding officer about it because “clone’s don’t have the Force.”
Also, they don’t know exactly what’s going to happen or how to really prevent it. Or if they even can prevent it. But Force curse it all, they’re going to try and at least be prepared to fight or something!
So Domino is now doing a lot of target practice during their freetime, looking at battle tactics and strategies of invasions of the base, and familiarizing themselves with all weapons and ammunition on the base.
Cutup and Echo team up on researching the Rishi eel’s and also other giant animals looking for ways to kill them.
Hevy and Fives practice hand to hand almost constantly, getting tips from Sergeant O’Niner who has never seen shinies throw themselves into this much training on a station outpost.
Droidbait throws himself into medical procedures and practices. Some of them he learned on Kamino, but most of them new.
And unbeknown to all, Fives is trying to lift things with his head. Or at least nudge them. Tripping a droid or edging a grenade closer to it’s target seemed like a good idea. At first, he practiced alone, in his barracks, using a training ball clones used for hand-eye coordination practice. But when he started making progress, he tried tripping anyone who walked by him in the commander center. Sometimes, it worked. But mostly, it didn’t.
It was a month, maybe two later.
Meteor showers happen often on Rishi. About once a week. So Fives doesn’t know exactly why he was on edge. It didn’t help when the sentry didn’t respond to the Sergeant. Droidbait and Nub are ordered to find him.
Out of pure instinct, Fives grabs two blasters and tosses them to Droidbait and Nubs. Nubs looks confused but takes the blaster anyway. Droidbait is immediately on guard.
“DROIDS!”
Twelve Commando Droids vs seven clones (and pretty much zero battle experience on the latter’s account)
Nub goes down almost instantly. Droidbait was able to back up and get towards the command center before getting shot through his arm. He was grabbed by Sergeant O’Niner who threw him back into the room and to cover.
The rest of Domino is able to take out four of the Commando droids before the Sergeant goes down. With that, it’s just Domino. Cutup manages to close the main doors and hardwire it shut. Hevy and Echo carry Droidbait behind the control panel to better cover while Fives readies the emergency supplies the squad had hidden around the base (aka, the backpack of droid poppers and thermal detonators in the ventilation shaft, along with a Z-6 and sniper rifle)
Echo starts working on cutting the all clear signal just as the droids break through doors. Two Commando’s go down instantly from Hevy’s Z-6. The other six began to press in. One manages to get through but is heavily damaged and taken down quickly by Cutup and Droidbait, both covering Echo. The next follow suit. Two more are taken out by droid poppers and some well placed shots.
Three droids remain and Hevy’s gun overheats. Cutup and Fives take the fight to the droids, hand to hand. Droidbait takes a few pot shots here and there. Echo hurries to turn the all clear signal off.
Everything happens at once.
Droid #1 grabs Fives and throws him clear across the room with a very hard punch. Then the droid pins Cutup to the ground, his arm is snapped in two and then given a few broken ribs for good measure, before the droid reaches for his gun. Droid #2 yanks Echo away from the control panel and throws him across the room. Echo hits his head and falls unconscious. Then Droid #2 finds Droidbait, lifts him by the neck and begins to slowly choke him to death. Droid #3 shoots Hevy through his arm twice, then through the torso, sending the clone to his knees, then to the ground.
Pushing himself to his feet, Fives finds himself looking at a scene of certain death. He screams, “NO!” and reaches out his hands in desperation, like he can stop it. A shockwave spreads from Fives and it throws all the droids back (think Ezra in Rebels when Zeb is almost killed by Kallus).
Cutup manages to grab his gun in the confusion and shoot his would be killer. Droidbait ignores the pain in his injured arm, grabbing the commando’s head and ripping it from the body with full force (while screaming in pain). Fives is too shocked to recover from what just happened to help Hevy but Echo wakes up just in time to shoot the stupid thing.
No more droids left.
Echo heads to the medbay, leaving Fives to position the three injured Dominos and get Cutup to stay down. The two treat their brothers to the best of their knowledge (Droidbaits the best medic, but he isn’t exactly able to help other than give some friendly advice or things he’d read).
None of the Domino’s mentions Five’s Force push. Echo doesn’t even ask before he shoots the video surveillance module, effectively destroying all video evidence of the attack.
The radio was destroyed in the fire-fight and the “all-clear signal” button had also been destroyed, leaving it hard-wired at the moment.
Echo and Fives grab a blaster for each injured man, then take the Z-6, sniper rifle, and a few other goodies for themselves. Then they face the door and wait for whatever comes next.
With the radio down, no one receives the call from the inspection team.
When Commander Cody and Captain Rex find a dead deck officer, a few downed Commando droids, and a cut hole in the blast doors, they’re ready for anything. So it’s a bit of surprise to see five shinies (three of them lying on the hard ground, injured but alive, and two of them holding blasters ready).
General’s Skywalker and Kenobi is alerted immediately through the inspection ship’s radio and Rishi is secured in a matter of minutes.
Domino is taken aboard the Resolution, all five being placed in the medbay, despite some protests. Some bacta and rest for a few days fixes the crew right up, ready, and willing, to return to Rishi base.
Except for one problem:
Rex had asked Echo and Fives to explain what had happened on Rishi. Echo had done most of the talking (as Fives was a terrible liar) and even without the Force visions or powers, the tale had impressed the Captain.
He had told General Skywalker, who had also been impressed.
Which is how Domino squad finds they are now assigned to the 501st Legion.
Under a famous Jedi General
Around a lot more clones (which translates to eyes and ears)
And in more dangerous situations (in which Fives may or may not do something stupid, whether on accident or on purpose)
...
...
...
None of them can sleep that night.
((Random note that I noticed rewatching Rookies recently: Did anyone else notice when Nub and Droidbait went to look for the deck officer THEY DIDN’T TAKE A BLASTER? Seriously, they just walk down the stairs, come face to face with the Commando droids and yell “DROIDS!” as loud as they can and then they both get shot and die. I mean, I get nothing is supposed to happen on Rishi and they’re all relaxed but TAKE YOUR KRIFFING BLASTER, DANG IT. THEN YOU MIGHT HAVE LIVED LONGER.))
Part 3: https://oceanera12.tumblr.com/post/615352813810302976/fives-has-the-force-au-edition
#star wars the clone wars#domino squad#echo#fives#hevy#cutup#droidbait#rishi moon outpost#rip#nub and o'niner#sorry#couldn't have witnessess#captain rex#commander cody#anakin skywalker#obi-wan kenobi#501st legion#brothers in arms#clones#this is fun#don't know where it's going#but excited to see#protect fives#at all cost#but these dominos are surviving rishi at least#i can't help it#fives has the force#au#part 2#part 3 coming soon
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Signed, Sealed, Delivered, Chapter 2 (Crygi, Jan x Nicky) - Joley
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Crystal had spent two days trying to figure out how to explain this new situation to Gigi. She considered testing the waters by joking about it, then thought maybe she should just rip the Band-Aid off and tell her outright. But any train of thought drove her right into a wall. And Jan wasn’t much help either.
“Maybe you could text her,” Jan had mused offhandedly. She was trying to help as much as she could – her suggestion was made while she was sitting in front of her laptop researching what actually went into planning a wedding, method acting, if you will. They were committed to this lie now, it seemed like there was no choice but to go all in.
“Text her?!” Crystal’s eyes were wide, she couldn’t possibly be serious. “I can’t just be like, ‘Hey Geege, Jan told Nicky we’re getting married lol T-T-Y-L and hope for the best.”
“Well, obviously not that, no one says T-T-Y-L anymore.”
“Jan!”
Jan sighed, spinning her desk chair around to face her. “I’m sorry, but I already have a lot of ground to cover. Telling Gigi is your job.”
Crystal threw her head back and whined. “But I don’t wanna.”
“Would you rather I do it?”
She quickly put her hands up in surrender. “No, no, I got it,” she assured. “She’s still at the studio, I’ll just… go there and tell her when she’s finished. I’ll call you if I need backup.”
“Get it done, sis.” Jan hummed before turning back to the screen, mumbling under her breath about how unreasonably expensive wedding bouquets are. “They’re flowers. Why would you pay that much for fucking flowers?”
And Crystal had hoped the walk she took from there to the studio would help her build her nerve, but she was hit with a new wave of anxiety the moment Gigi saw her.
Gigi waved her over, not straying from her work station. “I’ll be about another fifteen minutes or so, but you can just hang out if you don’t mind waiting.”
“Oh, yeah, no that’s fine,” she assured, sitting at one of the empty stations. On a normal day, she would enjoy watching Gigi at work. There was something almost magical about watching someone create art they were passionate about that Crystal found absolutely entrancing. Plus, it was Gigi – she could watch her read the phone book.
“So, what’s up with you?” Gigi asked casually, holding up two different types of lace against white fabric.
Crystal wasn’t sure what she opened her mouth to say, but she ended up blurting out, “We need to pretend to be getting married when Nicky comes here to visit Jan.”
That stopped Gigi in her tracks. She set the lace down and turned to face her friend. “I’m sorry, what?”
Crystal took a deep breath, feeling almost relieved that she had ripped the bandage off, but still worried that she wouldn’t be able to explain herself in a way that would actually get the other girl on board with this charade. “So… here’s the thing. Jan obviously really wants to see Nicky in person, but they haven’t been able to commit to a plan. So I, being the super smart person I am, suggested she tell her there’s an event coming up that she should fly out for. And… long story short that event is our wedding and now we’re along for the ride.”
Gigi blinked, taking the time to digest the information she received. “What the fuck, Crystal?” She pressed her lips together and shook her head. “Well, when’s the ‘wedding?’”
“In like, a month. Maybe two.”
With her lips still in a fine line, Gigi let out a strangled noise of frustration. “In a month or two,” she repeated, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. “You know what? Fuck it, let’s do what we have to do.”
Crystal felt a massive weight lift from her chest and she exhaled deeply. “Really?”
“I mean, I’m never gonna let you hear the end of it, but yeah. Sure. Why not?” She shrugged. Glancing over at her dress, she decided she’d done enough work for the day. “I guess we better reconvene with Jan then.”
As she pushed herself back to her feet, Crystal still felt a little lightheaded. Sure, she was thanking every possible deity that Gigi was on board with this half-baked scheme, but now she would have far fewer chances to suppress and ignore her feelings. “Yeah, she’ll definitely appreciate that.”
When they did return to the apartment, Jan was still on her laptop in her room, deeply immersed in her research. It took Crystal and Gigi getting right in front of her for her to even become aware of her presence. “Oh, hey guys,” she greeted, setting her laptop next to her on the bed before looking at Crystal. “Did you tell her?”
“Very subtle, Jan,” Crystal retorted flatly. “But yes, I told her.”
“When did you tell Nicky to come here?” Gigi asked.
Jan shrugged. “I didn’t give a specific date yet. So, you know, work that out amongst yourselves. Also, you guys should get registered at some stores. At least that way if someone stumbles upon it, you could get like… a toaster or something.”
“I do love toast,” Gigi mused. “But I wanna know just how far we’re taking this. Like, are Crystal and I gonna pretend to get married? Do we break up? Or are you gonna wait til after you get Nicky in bed with you and then tell her the truth?”
“I… haven’t actually gotten that far yet,” she admitted. “I don’t think we should stage a fake wedding, though. Because then you guys are just gonna have to keep up the act indefinitely or get a fake divorce. We’ll work it out as we keep going.”
Crystal leaned against Jan’s desk, finally coming to terms with the fact that the three of them were definitely not backing out of this, that there was no chance of just scrapping the plan and calling it a day. “So other than that, what do we need to do?”
Jan picked her laptop back up. “We need to make a couple of invitations, I figure we could just get one or two free samples, just to send one to Nicky and keep one for our own records. Crystal needs to rent or borrow a dress, and we should probably go through the motions of planning a wedding without like, going fifty thousand dollars in debt.”
“Rings!” Gigi suddenly exclaimed. “What are we gonna do about rings? That’s a pretty fucking important part of being engaged.”
Crystal and Jan looked at each other, both of them searching for an answer, but there was the slightest bit of amusement in their expressions when it became clear that Gigi was now taking this as seriously as they were. “I’m sure we could get some convincing fake ones online. It’s not like she’s a professional jewelry appraiser,” Jan suggested.
“I’m not wearing something that’ll turn my finger green,” Gigi warned with a grave deadpan. “I’ll see if my mom has anything we can borrow. She has a collection of vintage and like, random, unique jewelry. I’m sure she’ll let me temporarily poach something off of her.”
Jan arched her brow. “So you’re gonna rope her into this too? Or are you gonna give her some other excuse?”
That gave Gigi pause, and she realized she was either going to bring another person into the party or dig all of them into a deeper hole. “I should probably just tell her,” she decided, the other two girls nodding in agreement.
“I would really like to watch this conversation take place,” Crystal piped up.
“Well, why don’t you guys do that? I’ve got a call with Nicky in ten,” Jan chimed in, looking at her phone.
“Well, far be it for us to interrupt your sexy Skype session,” Gigi retorted with a soft laugh. “Come, Crystal,” she curled her finger, and the two of them left Jan to her own devices.
Jan waved them off before getting up to fix her hair and makeup in the mirror, then moved her laptop to her desk so she could look at the screen dead-on. When she saw Nicky calling, she beamed brightly as she answered it. “Well damn, what sort of runway are you dressed up for?”
Nicky laughed and looked down. Her hair was styled up in a bouffant and the normally straight locks were in gentle waves. Her makeup – which Jan knew she did herself – was immaculate beyond reproach. “Don’t jinx it, I had my friend take some headshots for my portfolio today. So, fingers crossed there are runways in the future.”
“It’s basically a given, I can just tell,” Jan grinned, her elbows propped on her desk and face in her hands. The look in her eyes was full to the brim with enamored adoration; even she was surprised that Nicky hadn’t picked up on her feelings. “And then I’ll get to say I knew you way back when.”
“Bitch please,” she scoffed. “If I ever get famous, you know I’m flying your ass out here first class. It wouldn’t be fun without my sweet Janice by my side.”
She blushed, her hands moving from her face to stroke her ponytail. Hearing Nicky call her ‘hers’ in any capacity had her heart ready to leap right out of her chest. It was times like that that made her wonder if it would’ve been that crazy for her to profess her feelings, if she was building all of this fear and anxiety over owning her feelings for nothing. It sometimes felt like a declaration of love was dancing on the tip of her tongue, threatening to slip past her lips.
But nothing was ever enough to get her over that hurdle. Her stubborn fear of rejection outweighed even common sense. So, instead, she kept it sweet and vague. “Well, you know I’ll always be there whether you like it or not.”
“I’m offended you think there’s a chance I wouldn’t.” Nicky scoffed playfully. “Anyway, what have you been up to today?”
“Oh, just… helping the girls with planning and stuff.” It was technically true, so she counted it as one less lie she was telling her. She found that the easiest thing to do was to just keep the focus off herself until she felt more confident in this charade. “It’s just boring details really. Have you been working on learning any songs lately?”
Nicky shook her head. “Actually, I was hoping to convince you to sing for me,” she cooed, batting her lashes in an over-exaggerated manner.
It was a look that Jan was an undeniable sucker for that look, and she was certain that Nicky had figured out that much. “I suppose I could do that. Any requests?”
Nicky tilted her head, taking a moment to think. “Can you do that one from Grease? The magic one?”
Jan giggled softly, knowing she meant ‘Those Magic Changes.’ The song had been buried in her repertoire for ages until she’d stumbled upon a clip of her performing it in her freshman year of college. She’d sent it to Nicky, just thinking it’d be a cute throwback of sorts, but her penpal absolutely loved it, and brought it up every time she could. She didn’t quite get it, but she was thrilled that there was something she could do that would make her so happy. “For you? Of course.”
Once Jan found the karaoke version of the song on her phone, she played it and sang along, serenading Nicky as she’d done a number of times. While it was night time in France, it was still late afternoon for her, so she wasn’t concerned about the volume. Though, even if it had been later, she probably would have risked it – it just wouldn’t be the same if she used her ‘neighbor friendly’ voice.
Nicky applauded cheerfully when Jan finished. Her eyes were bright and warm with the enthusiasm of a child who just heard their favorite bedtime story despite getting it every night. It simply never got old for her. “You’re going to have to sing me to sleep every night once we’re in the same time zone,” she mused.
“You know I will,” Jan smiled softly, her mind conjuring up the image of the two of them laying in bed together, cuddled up close after a long day. Nicky would hold her in her arms while she sang to her, then fall asleep in her embrace, knowing she would sleep soundly because she got to wake up in her arms. She already knew what she smelled like, thanks to her scented letters, and longed to be able to wake up to it lingering on her skin instead of soaked into paper, she just yearned for the day where none of her senses were deprived of the other girl.
“You’re so good to me,” she cooed.
“That’s right, now I’m going to remind you to take that makeup off.” She chuckled. “It’s like, a quarter to eleven where you are, I don’t want you falling asleep with all that on.”
Nicky snorted softly. “There it is.” She rolled her eyes fondly, then reached across her desk. “I came prepared for this,” she explained, holding up a pack of makeup wipes. And, just to assure her she was actually following through, she took a wipe out and began cleaning off her face.
Jan grinned triumphantly. “See? I knew I’d start to rub off on you sooner or later.” Of course, she was guilty of just as many bad habits, if not more. But that was beside the point as far as she was concerned. Either way, she watched until Nicky had finished cleaning off her face, and she almost found it unfair that someone could be even more flawless underneath the makeup.
“Okay, I’m going to get ready for bed before you lecture me about that too,” Nicky teased. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, bye!” She blew a kiss at the screen before they ended the call.
After the call ended, Jan closed her laptop and got up to look in the mirror. She stared at herself, silently questioning why she was like this, so hopelessly taken with someone that it clouded her judgement, that she let thoughts of her cloud both her waking thoughts and her dreams. It was as frustrating and painful as it was intoxicatingly addictive.
The only thing that pulled Jan from her train of thoughts was her phone ringing, and she nearly dropped it as she got it out from her pocket. “What’s up, Crystal? Please tell me this isn’t a crisis call.”
“No, no, everything’s fine,” Crystal quickly assured. “We’re at Gigi’s mom’s house and she invited us to stay for dinner. So I won’t be back for like… another couple hours, give or take.”
“Oh, okay, cool. I take it the ring issue was taken care of?”
Crystal beamed, admiring the ring on her finger as if Gigi had actually proposed to her with it. “Everything’s fine on that front, trust me. I have to send you a picture of this, you’re gonna die.”
Jan laughed lightly. “I’m sure I will. Go ahead, then enjoy your dinner. Tell Mama Goode I said hi.”
“Can do,” Crystal assured before hanging up, her eyes still trained on the ring. The ring itself was rose gold, the band carved with vine-like design. The diamond at the center was square-cut and surrounded by tiny, round diamonds. While just towing the line of being over-the-top, it had the sort of unique, quirky vibe that made it perfect for someone like her.
“It’s like it was made for you,” Gigi had told her when she picked it out. “It’s actually kind of spooky.” She had picked out a ring for herself as well, one that had more of an antique aesthetic that she appreciated. It was gold with diamonds embedded along the band, centering an ornately-bordered radiant-cut diamond. It wasn’t as flashy as Crystal’s, but she was drawn to the details in the ring.
When they put their left hands on the table next to each other, they noted that there weren’t any significant similarities between what they’d chosen, but both of their personalities seemed properly represented. “We should have a little hand-modeling shoot for this,” Gigi mused, figuring she could ask her mom for help with that as well. They had explained their circumstances right away, and much to their relief, Gigi’s mom had found their story to be very funny and agreed to help however they needed under the condition that she could retell the tale once everything was over with. Crystal was happy to agree to these conditions, while Gigi did so more reluctantly.
Crystal wouldn’t admit as much, but as she sat down for dinner with the Goodes, it felt all too right. Like she was just having a meal with her future wife and mother-in-law, the energy that flowed among the three of them was always so calm and natural, even-keeled and even quiet at times. It was a stark contrast from her own family dinners in both positive and negative ways. But when it came down to it, what stood out the most to her was that she felt so perfectly at home with them, she couldn’t help but wish this at least felt fake. It would be easier to bear when it was all over.
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Sylvain Friends With Benefits HC's
Previous Writing Post: Dimitri Married Fluff
(But he's fallen in love with you)
Pre and Post Timeskip mentioned since Sylvain is a grown ass man at the start of the game lmao...was..was he held back a grade-
Warning: Ridiculously Long Post!
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It really did go as planned...at the start. It had begun when you returned his usual flirty banter, the one he gave to anything in a skirt, and he told you that he didn't think you'd be much of a Crest Chaser.
When you replied with "Oh, please,Sylvain, I want the dick of House Gautier, not the Crest." That was all that was needed for the entire affair to start. The two of you only had two rules.
Do NOT fall in love. This whole deal was solely physical, something the two of you agreed with since neither of you were too keen on commitment at that time.
Don't sleep with anyone else. If there was one thing the two of you weren't going to do, was catch something because you were having sex with a bunch of people. It just wasn't a smart idea.
You two were free to flirt with who you pleased, and to have crushes with whoever you pleased. Either of you could call it all off at any time, no boundaries, no restraints, just sex.
Sylvain found that it was an excellent way to de-stress and release all his pent up frustrations. Fucking all his problems away, how could he complain? And the person he was having sex with wasn't after his lineage? It was almost too good to be true.
He still flirted with you publicly, if he didn't, people would figure out that something was up. The two of you were so discreet that no one else knew, though you had suspicions that Felix had an inkling of your relationship with Sylvain was
(Oh. Oh? Oh??? Is this an angst possibility? Felix's secret crush is messing around with his bestfriend ahhhh-)
Sylvain was careful, and smarter than he was given credit for. He seemed to know the best places for the two of you to sneak off and fool around, all the while keeping his friends oblivious.
No one knew, mostly because while you moved up and down his cock at night, during the daytime, when he'd flirt with a random townsgirl, you'd walk past and give him a thumbs up. To which he'd laugh and shake his head before inviting the girl to a meal with him.
In retrospect, he should have known he'd end up breaking rule #1. You lived free, you weren't constrained by your Crest, didn't care for the supposed power they carried, and you lived the life you wanted. Nobody taking it from you.
You were everything he wanted to be, and he found himself jealous at times. But whenever he felt like that, he just took that feeling and fucked you rougher than normal. Everytime he came, it almost felt like a weight was being lifted from his shoulders, and it was intoxicating.
The two of you had sex whenever you wanted, once everyone would leave a room, he'd look at you longer than normal and there was an unspoken "My room. Now" that you eagerly followed. It was so strange. The two of you would talk about menial things while having sex. When Sylvain was pounding you into the bed, the two of you would talk about what grade you got for the last test or whine about stable duty.
It really was just unattached sex, so neither of you were being in any way romantic...until Mr.Gautier found himself with a problem. A problem that he didn't notice at first, he had slowly begun developing feelings.
Unknowingly, the flirting he normally did on a daily basis began toning down gradually. He pulled away from playing with women to go talk to you, or have lunch together. He started doing more things outside of sex with you and he genuinely appreciated your company, you were refreshing.
Fighting side by side in battle only strengthened his attachment, you had his back and he had yours. There was often little smirks exchanged when you two were deployed together. The both of you knew you were going to be wrecking havoc.
He realized just how deep in he was when after a particularly heated session, he left your room feeling empty. He had stood outside your door for a moment and he had felt a craving, a wish to crawl back into bed with you, not for sex, but to just sleep. To rest and have you next to him when he woke up, and to tangle together in a mess of limbs, relishing in the warmth of your body. Something he had grown very familiar with.
He had shaken it off then and returned to his own bed feeling colder than when he left it. But he couldn't ignore it anymore when the annual Garegg Mach Ball was held. He had danced with you then, he was your first partner and he had a lot of fun exchanging banter between you two. But when it was time to change dancing companions, he didn't want to let go of the hand he held and he didn't want you to release your hold on his shoulder.
Again, he ignored it but there was still that chill on his neck when he watched you throw flirty winks at your new companion with each twirl. He couldn't stop looking over so much so that the girl he had been dancing with at that time had gotten annoyed with him.
When you had your fill of making schoolboys blush and sputter, you ducked out of the stuffy noble environment. A little too fancy schmancy for you, you needed a break. Sylvain had spotted you leaving and when he saw you headed to the goddess tower, his heart had sunk.
He knew, everyone knew, the meaning behind going to the goddess tower. He followed behind, telling himself that he was just curious about who you were meeting but at this point, he knew better.
When he saw you just take a seat on a stone ledge and look up at the sky, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He was jealous of a man that didn't even exist. Yeah, there was no denying it at that point, he had to face the music. He was head over heels and with that, rule #1 was as good as broken.
After realizing that he was also acting like a creep, he stopped hiding and sat next to you. He joked about how you couldn't last more than 30 minutes at a party and he smiled when you agreed to his statement fully.
After a little more smalltalk, he had quietly suggested that the two of you return to your room. You weren't going to turn down some fun so you agreed but had paused a little before doing so. Sylvain was acting funny, he was quieter and he wasn't carrying that usual flirty playfulness he always did. Well, to be precise, it was more subdued.
That night, in bed, he was different too. He was taking his time, and he was kissing more. Touching more. Kissing wasn't something he did much before so you noticed the change. He was also running his hands down your side, like he was caressing your body.
Sylvain was moving much slower than normal, it was slow and gentle, and you were wondering if this was really Sylvain because woo boy, the amount of times that he's pulled down your clothes just low enough for him to slip inside you and fuck you against a wall...
It was...different. But it wasn't an unwelcome change, a soft touch wasn't bad. You thought he was probably tired from all the dancing or something so you quickly pushed the thoughts away and went back to rolling your hips up to meet his thrusts.
By the time you had finished, you were plum tuckered out, Sylvain seemed insatiable that night. When it came time for Sylvain to leave, he had sat on the ledge of the bed buttoning his shirt when he paused, facing away from you, and asked if he could just spend the night there.
Again. Weird. But you overlooked it since everyone would be tired from the ball and would oversleep in the morning, you decided fuck it and rolled over. He'd given you quite the night, so why not. Sylvain had practically flung his shirt off when you said yes.
It was so warm and when you fell asleep and cuddled up to him in a subconscious search for wamrth, he melted. Gingerly wrapping an arm around your waist, he had sighed and uttered to himself "Sorry Y/N, turns out, I'm not very good at following regulations..."
He had the best sleep of his life that night, and the worst morning when he had to skulk away to avoid suspicion. He decided to tell you soon, to be upfront about what you were doing to him. But...the war broke out not long after that.
The war was arduous, rough, and unforgiving, but the two of you found solace in each other. The time spent in and out of the bedroom together was a distraction from it and the two of you spent many nights trying to forget it all. Still, nothing more than what had been agreed upon years prior.
Sylvain had hated the war and despite the two of you being headstrong, it got to you sometimes. His heart had dropped to his stomach the one time you had been injured and out of commission for a while. Since then, even Felix acknowledged Sylvain's new drive to train. (Albeit he would still whine every once in a while much to his chagrin)
When the fighting had finished at last, it wasn't a surprise when you two were a tangled sweating mess in bed. It's one way to celebrate alright. There was a desperation from the two of you, having barely closed the door before clothes were being ripped off the other in between deep kisses.
When you were catching your breath after having cum faster than normal, Sylvain looked down at you from where he had you caged between his arms. He was done waiting, he knew what he wanted, he'd known for a long time. And for once in his life, he intended to live his own way.
He took a deep breath, this was either going to go very well or very badly...but he leaned down and nosed the curve of your neck anyway,
"Hey, Y/N?"
You made a noise to tell him you were listening, all the while trying to stop your panting.
"Don't do it with anyone else...forever."
It took a moment to understand the implications of his words. What he was really asking of you...You said his name in question, an unsaid wish for clarification. To be sure of what he was really saying.
Slowly, he rose from where he hid his face to meet your eyes.
"I love you."
You were surprised, you certainly weren't expecting a confession in bed. And definitely not when the guy was balls deep inside you...how brazen. In your utter confusion, you said the first thing that came to mind.
"You're breaking rule No.1"
Watching Sylvain go from surprise to shock to annoyance and finally to a "Well you're not wrong" expression was absolute gold. And you laughed at it,
"Well," You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, "I guess you and I are just a bunch of rule breakers then."
He scanned your face before uttering a disbelievingly "You mean..?", pressing a loving kiss to his lips, you visibly saw the tension leave his shoulders. The two you started laughing lightly, how silly of the two of you. How you started, how you ended, and the clear and blatant disregard for following the conduct you had set for yourselves.
Sylvain allowed his lips to meld against yours for a little longer before he pulled away just enough to speak,
"It's fine." seems his lips missed yours since he pressed them together again before continuing, "We'll just keep rule number two for eternity."
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Quicker than a Hare
After finding out that she's destined to become a superhero, Alix decides that there's absolutely no way that she's just going to sit around, twiddle her thumbs, and wait. No, to become fully kickass, she needs to step things up.
Some people get thrust into the role of superhero. Others...well, others train the entire way there.
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All her life, Alix had been short. Like, really short. All-of-her-classmates-were-taller-than-her short. That short.
It was frustrating. Her dad was tall, her brother was tall, and her mom was- well, her mom was normal-sized, at least. Add in the fact that all of her classmates were taller and bigger than she was, and her parents soon ended up with a little ball of fire on their hands.
Alix might be small, but she was going to be fierce. Even if the other kids were taller, she was going to be faster. Even if they were bigger, she was going to be stronger. And if they tried to tease her, well...
One very nice thing about being as short and petite as she was was that whenever she got her revenge for a mean comment (or a push, or any other teasing) and the other kid went crying to their mommies, their moms took one look at her, looked at their kid, and almost immediately decided that their child was exaggerating or just straight-up not telling the truth, because there was no way that their oversized kid could get tripped up by a tiny slip of a girl. So while it was maybe a little insulting- she could totally trip them up, after all- Alix (almost) never got in trouble. And she liked that.
...it didn't entirely make up for her distinct lack of height, but it was better than being short and in trouble.
As she got older, Alix pestered her parents into letting her do some proper training. Dashes up and down the hallway outside of her daddy's office and lifting heavy boxes turned into running laps at a gym and even doing some proper weights there, plus doing sprints on her roller blades, some serious lap-swimming during the summer, and even some self-defense classes when she had time, just to get some actual fighting practice in. She was going to be tiny but mighty, darn it, even if it was hard work.
People had stopped underestimating her. It had taken a while and a whole lot of work, but now the only people who teased Alix were her friends and it was all done in good fun.
Still, her training wasn't exactly serious (and it wasn't so much training as just keeping in shape and learning what to do in case she was ever in a bad situation, really). The self-defense classes were useful and practical, sure, but Alix had mostly been pushing herself to the top so that no one could push her around.
And then Hawkmoth appeared, and they were dealing with supervillains in the streets every few days.
Alix got a bit more serious with her self-defense classes then. Not that it would do any good against a superpowered akuma victim, exactly, but, well... Alix hated feeling helpless. She hated feeling like she couldn't do anything. So she trained.
As it turned out, her training was very useful against civilians who had been hit by an akuma villain's powers and were trying to attack random (or not-random) passerbys. She could flip those people out of her way and actually have a decent chance of escape, and it was a hell of a lot better than sitting and screaming like Chloe did whenever an akuma (rightfully) went after her.
And then. And then.
One akuma attacked, and Alix's mind was blown. At some point, she was going to become a Miraculous holder. She was going to become cool. She was going to become badass.
(She was going to become tall. Well. Taller. No longer ridiculously short. An acceptable adult height instead of being so short that she could pass under the noses of most adults unnoticed.)
To get there, she had to up her training and become properly serious about it. She had a purpose now. A goal.
And so Alix planned.
She had taken most of the basic self-defense classes now, ones that were just a handful of sessions, so maybe she should take up some kind of martial art or something. Adrien had once offered to teach people the basics of fencing, if they were interested; considering that her weapon-to-be was an umbrella, maybe it was time she took him up on that. And Alix had overheard Nino and Alya talking about their parkour dates, so maybe they could teach her, too. It would be useful training for a superhero-to-be, probably, and she wanted to be ready when Ladybug came around to give her the Rabbit Miraculous.
And so she did.
Karate started too slow for Alix's tastes, starting from the very baby basics. Fencing with Adrien was- well, she picked up a couple moves, but there were far too many rules for Alix to remember, let alone remember in time to not break them. And as for the parkour...
Well. Alix was sure that in their heads, Nino and Alya probably thought that they looked super-cool. It did not translate to real life.
(Barrel rolls across tables and not-quite-completed cartwheels did not parkour make, no matter how many time Nino and Alya referred to it as such.)
That kind of left Alix- well, not exactly on square one, considering that she was still taking karate and surely it would get to the interesting bits soon, plus Adrien seemed fine with teaching her fencing moves even with the understanding that she wasn't actually ever going to become a fencer. But it left her feeling restless still, trying her best to be ready for the responsibility that she was going to get.
At some point. She hadn't managed to interrogate her future self about when she would get the Miraculous. But given how good of a fighter she had been (facing off with a dinosaur! Only Ladybug had been able to do that before, and hers hadn't even been a real dinosaur, just an akuma), she had had the Miraculous for at least a few years. And considering how tall she was and all...
Well, the akuma had probably come from a good ten years out, Alix figured. So sometime between now and when she was 25...
That was a very long way away, and Alix had never been a very patient person.
Out of ideas for the time being, Alix went to Ladybug and Chat Noir. They were the established superheroes, after all, so they probably had training or something that they did in their spare time. They probably couldn't share too much because of the whole secret identity thing, but maybe they could point her in the right direction.
"Actually...I don't train."
Alix's jaw was on the ground, she was sure of it. "You don't?"
Ladybug shook her head, glancing over at Chat Noir. "It's a good idea, I admit, but I already don't have any free time and I end up missing stuff with my friends, or at school, and then I have to make stuff up to keep up. Maybe I'd try during the summer, but, well..."
"It's just one more thing," Chat Noir agreed. "Plus the suits definitely give a boost, both in just baseline abilities and fighting ability. Like, look at Queen Bee, and then look at Chloe-"
Alix wrinkled her nose. Now that she thought about it- yeah, that was weird, now that she thought about it. Chloe definitely didn't do any sort of fight training (cosplaying running around the Grand Paris aside), and yet she wasn't completely terrible at it when she was involved in akuma attacks. "So you're saying that there's no point?"
"I'm sure that it helps," Ladybug said quickly. "Like I said, a Miraculous enhances your abilities. So since you have the time to train, it definitely wouldn't hurt. Then you'll be ready to jump right in when it's time."
Alix narrowed her eyes. Had that been a rabbit joke that she had just heard? Already?
"And eat lots of carrots, so that you'll grow tall," Chat Noir chimed in, and this time Alix did glare. Ladybug stomped on his foot with a reproachful look, and Chat Noir actually had the audacity to look confused.
"They say that in Russia!" Chat Noir claimed, dancing out of the way of Ladybug's hit. "It has nothing to do with that Miraculous, I swear!"
"Uh-huh, because that sounds really likely," Alix shot back, smirking when Ladybug's yo-yo, tossed into the air, came down right on top of Chat Noir's head. He yelped and whined. "Just admit it, you're already working on storing up a whole boatload of puns for once I do get the Miraculous."
"Well, not a boatload, maybe, but a bushelful, perhaps?"
"Chat Noir!"
Alix was looking forward to their team-up already.
Several years later
Alix wiped the sweat off of her forehead as she watched Kim start his run through the demanding obstacle course. It hadn't been super difficult- sure, her arms felt a little wobbly right now, but that was fine- which meant that all of her years of training were paying off.
Which meant that she was going to kick major butt once she became Bunnyx. Which- well, she was eighteen now. So that meant that surely it would be happening soon, right?
"Nice run, Alix," Adrien told her, appearing suddenly at her side. He grinned at her scowl. He knew that she hated it when he popped up like that, but he insisted on doing it anyway. If it weren't for the fact that Gabriel Agreste would actually have her shipped off and killed for doing it, Alix would have practiced some of her self-defense techniques on his sneaky ass. "You looked like it was barely any work at all!"
"Are you doing a run?" Alix asked, already anticipating the answer. Some of her former classmates (and even some new university friends) sometimes tagged along to her gym to watch her run the course, but only Kim had ever joined her. "It's loads of fun."
"You just want to see me fall on my butt," Adrien said with a laugh, but his look had turned considering as he watched Kim struggle up the salmon ladder. Alix smirked at how red Kim's face was. She had the advantage there, with not having anywhere near as much mass as Kim did.
Kim might have bulging muscles- he certainly flaunted them enough- but they were more of the showy kind instead of the useful sort that Alix had built up. Besides, that ladder took some serious core strength, which...
Yeah, Kim definitely went for show over usefulness.
"I might try it," Adrien said, pulling Alix out of her thoughts. "I mean, I'll probably fail spectacularly, but it looked super cool when you were doing it."
"Yeah, after several dozen run-throughs when I looked distinctly less cool." Alix winced as she remembered her first few months at the gym that Jalil had found for her. It had been a fantastic challenge, if perhaps a little frustrating. "It helps that I can actually reach stuff now."
A small smile played along the corners of Adrien's mouth. "So you had been doing a lot of jumping before that, then?"
"I- yes, a bit," Alix said suspiciously, narrowing her eyes at Adrien's emphasis. "If that's another short joke, Adrien- just because you're ridiculously tall doesn't mean that I can't kick your butt. I'm perfectly normal-sized. I'm taller than Nathaniel, for goodness' sake. And Max is the same height as I am."
"No, no, not at all!" Adrien claimed, his wide grin absolutely full of trouble. "I would never!"
"I'm going to tell Marinette."
Adrien's grin vanished at once. "No, no, there's no need for that!"
Alix snorted. Ever since Adrien and Marinette had started dating several months prior, all she needed to do to get Adrien to straighten up when he decided to go jokester and tease her about her height was to mention his girlfriend. Why it worked so well, Alix didn't know- after all, Marinette wouldn't hurt a fly, and she certainly wouldn't hurt Adrien- but Alix appreciated it.
Now that Adrien was more relaxed around them, he could get to be a little too energetic for her at times. Not normally- normally Alix could take him on, no problem- but she was a little tired after two obstacle course run-throughs, and she still had at least one more to go before she could call it a day.
Across the gym, Kim yelped as he missed his next hook and he tumbled back down to the floor. Adrien winced as he watched. Alix smirked.
"Rethinking trying out the course?"
"No, I wanna try," Adrien insisted. "I might need some coaching to get across some of these, but it looks like good training, and potentially fun, too."
"It's fun in the same way that any workout that isn't boring is fun," Alix said with a shrug. "You sweat, you ache, you get to feel a sense of accomplishment for getting over stuff- that bit's the best part, actually."
"Like I said: fun." Adrien watched Kim attempting the ladder again. "Better than the workouts that my personal trainer insists on. That's all weight-lifting and treadmill."
Alix made a face. "Ugh. No fun at all. D'you get to get out of that stuff when you do other workouts?"
Adrien shrugged. "I mean, if I log it and present it, yeah. If I do a bunch of basketball or fencing one week, I don't have to do treadmill."
"And all to get that pretty-pretty body to go with that pretty-pretty face," Alix teased, even as she started jogging in place so that she wouldn't get cold and stiff before she could properly finish her workout. She had made that mistake before, and she was not going to let it happen again. "I'm sure Marinette appreciates your efforts, though."
Adrien laughed at that. "You say that as though Marinette doesn't work out next to me all the time. I'm sure she would appreciate mixing it up a bit."
Alix hadn't known that. She hadn't pegged Marinette as the kind of person who would do serious workouts like the kind that Adrien had to do for modeling. "Cool. Okay, so, for this course, there are a couple different routes that you can take to get from one side to the other, all in varying levels of difficulty and working on different strengths. I like hitting as many things as I can, just for difficulty's sake and to make my route a little longer, but to start I would recommend not doing that." She glanced over at Kim struggling again and snorted. "And yet no matter how many times I tell Kim that, he insists on trying to keep up with me by doing the full route."
"I kinda want to try, just to see how far I can get before my arms are too weak to continue," Adrien commented, eyes narrowing thoughtfully at the course. "Do we have to wait for Kim to get past the ladder?"
Alix snorted. "If we waited, we would be here all day. It's his arch-nemesis, I swear. We can just skip it this time. If we wait any longer, I'll be all cooled off and I'd rather not have that happen." She started bouncing up and down, arms swinging as she warmed them back up and considered how they were going to tackle the course. "Okay, normally I time myself just for an extra challenge and to see how much improvement I've made, but maybe this time I'll do an obstacle so you can see how to do it, and then you follow."
"Sounds good."
"All right, model boy. Let's see how you do."
Alix led the way to the start of the course, a rock-climbing wall. The gym staff changed up the handholds pretty much every day, so she had the additional challenge of figuring out a new path every day. Still, it wasn't hard to scramble up, reaching and stretching as she went. She reached the top and glanced down, startling when she spotted Adrien literally right behind her.
"I have a climbing wall at home," Adrien said with a cheeky grin as he pulled himself over the upper lip. "Easy as pie."
Alix narrowed her eyes.
Adrien didn't even break a sweat as they headed across the next several obstacles, keeping up with Alix easily. He nearly tipped off on the wobbling platforms, but caught himself and continued with a cheeky grin.
He had good balance and upper body strength, Alix had to give him that. She hadn't thought that typical gym floor workouts would help that much- like Kim's, they were usually geared more for getting muscles that were for show than for use- but maybe the fencing and everything else helped branch out from that.
Alix dove into the rope maze next, her compact body giving her an advantage as she wove and duck over Adrien's longer limbs. She heard a grunt and a grumble from behind her as Adrien tried to trace her path and failed, and a competitive grin spread over Alix's face.
Model boy had gotten cocky, and now he actually had to struggle.
By the time they reached the end, Adrien was just as out of breath as she was- maybe a little more- and he had had to repeat a couple stages when he fell off an obstacle, and there had been a few obstacles that he had really struggled across, taking far longer than Alix had. But he had completed the course. The entire thing. On the first time.
(So. Annoying. Alix had worked really hard to get to that level, and now Agreste was managing it just fine? Ugh.)
(At least it wasn't completely out of nowhere. Adrien had to work out a fair bit to keep up with the other professional male models, and he had focused on more lean muscle than bulk, which- well, apparently that translated to more useful muscle. And at least he had only been able to manage it through the one time, whereas Alix had gone through four times before being done for the day. And he had had to repeat some stuff after falling off, whereas she had been pretty much flawless.)
"I am going to be so sore tomorrow," Adrien said cheerfully as he and Alix finally headed away from the course, towards the locker rooms. "Worth it, though. I think I'll be coming back for sure. I gotta get to your level."
"You can try," Alix tossed back, grinning. "What you see is years of practice, dude."
Adrien grinned eagerly. "I look forward to it."
Alix smirked as she headed into the women's locker room. Adrien had said that he was going to be sore tomorrow, but if her suspicions were correct- and largely based on how she had felt after both her first time and the times when she had been on vacation for a week or two and then came back and resumed training- he was going to be stiffer than a board. He had no idea what he was in for.
She could feel some soreness coming on, too, but Alix didn't let that bother her as she showered and quickly changed into clothes that weren't soaked in sweat. She couldn't let it bother her. After all, while her superhero-prep workout was an important part of her day, it wasn't the only thing that she had to worry about.
Sighing, Alix left the gym and headed across the city towards her university library to study, hair still wet from her quick shower. She didn't exactly enjoy studying- she never had- but she had to get her degree, and it was a necessary evil while she waited to get her Miraculous.
...And Alix supposed that even superheroes had to have paying jobs, too.
Alix was in the middle of taking care of the newest part of her sleeve tattoo when the news of Hawkmoth's defeat broke. She stopped what she was doing right away and turned to the TV in her family's living room, frowning at the rolling announcement at the bottoms of the screen.
Gabriel Agreste was Hawkmoth. Nathalie Sancoeur was Mayura. The top dome of the mansion plus part of the upper story had been destroyed in the battle of supervillains vs. superheroes. No other staff or family members were hurt, though Mr. Agreste was in critical condition and Mrs. Agreste had been found in what looked like a magical coma and had been brought to an expert. The supervillains were defeated by a team of superheroes, though Ladybug and Chat Noir were responsible for taking down the main supervillain. No one else knew about Mr. Agreste and Ms. Sancoeur's supervillain activities.
Thankfully. Alix would have questioned her entire life if Adrien had known about his father being a supervillain and hadn't done anything about it.
Even though it was obviously great news for Paris, Alix couldn't help but be disappointed. She had never gotten her Miraculous, the Miraculous that she had been looking forward to so much- that she had been anticipating so much. Maybe the future wasn't set in stone after all, and she got her hopes up for nothing.
She didn't fully understand how the timeline was meant to work out with the whole Timetagger battle now, but maybe it was just one of those strange time things. Something that she might have understood if she had gotten Fluff and the Miraculous, but now...
It was just a dream.
At least she was still cool and taller than she had been, Alix told herself as she returned her attention to her tattoo. She could probably enter some TV contests with courses like she was training on and make some use of her training, or maybe she would dabble in being a stunt double for movies. She didn't need a Miraculous to be awesome.
(But she had really looked forward to seeing dinosaurs, just for historical interest reasons. And general curiosity reasons. And because she felt like it reasons.)
Alix couldn't help being downcast for the entirety of the next day, though. She had been so close...
But at least there wouldn't be any more akuma attacks in Paris. Alix had to remember that.
And then Ladybug and Chat Noir showed up at Alix's window thirty-one hours after Hawkmoth's defeat, stress written across their faces.
"You two have long faces for people who just defeated their arch-enemy," Alix commented, letting them in. Was it a little weird that they knew where she lived, right down to the window? Yes. But she wasn't going to question it. "What's up?"
"We defeated Hawkmoth, but we made a mistake," Ladybug said, her lips twisting in displeasure. "When we were fighting, his Miraculous was knocked across the lair and he- well, he was knocked in the opposite direction and was really badly injured. Since Mayura was distracted with her own fight, we got him down and on his way to the hospital before trying to locate his Miraculous."
"And then we helped the others finish up their fight," Chat Noir chimed in. "We figured that it would be fine, since we were pretty heavily in a battle zone and it was dangerous, but then we came back after the fight and- it wasn't there. It wasn't anywhere."
"We've picked through all of the rubble, and today our mentor told us that his kwami felt more negative vibes around the Butterfly kwami," Ladybug said, picking up from her partner seamlessly. "Someone came into the mansion while we were fighting, slipped by us, and stole the Butterfly. We don't doubt that we're going to be dealing with a copycat soon enough, and we've let the police know so that we can come up with an official statement before another akuma hits."
"But we want to be prepared," Chat Noir told Alix. "We need to be able to slap back as fast as possible and deal with this new Butterfly before they get a hang of using the Miraculous. So we've brought you a certain pocket watch."
It was happening. It was actually happening.
"Am I going to be a temporary superhero, like the others?" Alix asked, practically trembling with the effort of not just grabbing the Miraculous, slipping it into a pocket, and transforming. She wanted to know what that power felt like, but- well, she had to behave. She had to be patient.
She had already established more than once that she was not good at being patient.
"No, you're different," Ladybug told her. "We've decided that we need one more Miraculous out, even if you don't need to come to every fight. And, well- we've known for years that you would be getting a Miraculous. You've known that for years, and haven't told a soul. So between that and the Miraculous that you've been paired with, it makes the most sense for you to be the one to get the Miraculous to keep."
Alix blinked, even as she accepted the Miraculous. "Okay, so I know that Chloe gave away her identity literally right away, but Rena Rouge and Carapace?"
"They used to date and figured each other out pretty fast," Ladybug said wryly. "Or, rather, Rena figured Carapace out and then on the Heroes Day attack- oh, gosh, how many years ago was that?- when Scarlet Moth came out, there wasn't time to catch them separately and Carapace found out about Rena. So they know about each other, which wasn't ideal to start with, and now that they've broken up..."
Alix winced. To have exs on the same superhero team...yeah, not ideal. And if one got to keep their Miraculous full-time and the other didn't- well, that just screamed possible akumatization opportunity.
"At least it wasn't a super nasty breakup, but they had been dating for so long, it was always going to be awkward," Chat Noir added. "So they were a no. And Chloe was obviously a no." He grinned. "And our mentor happened to mention that with the Rabbit out, if we had particularly long fights that made us miss really important stuff, we could just hop through the rabbit hole and be able to make out job or class or- whatever. As long as we don't abuse it too much and stay out of our past selves' way, it'll be fine."
Ladybug let out a long-suffering sigh at the mention of rabbit holes. Clearly she had already heard all of Chat Noir's bunny jokes already. Alix rolled her eyes.
She would whack him over the head with her umbrella later.
"So, new teammate, d'you want to transform and come do a lap of the city with us?" Ladybug asked, grinning as Fluff appeared next to Alix. "Get a feel for things before an akuma shows up and you have to fight?"
"Do I? Hell yeah!" Alix said excitedly, grinning at Fluff. "I've been looking forward to this for years, I can't wait. Fluff, clockwise!"
The feel of power was subtle, but amazing. Alix transformed in a flash, grinning as her suit settled over her. "That is so cool! Just as awesome as I thought it would be."
"Yeah, it's pretty sweet," Chat Noir said with a grin, taking a step towards her window. "And it's even better when you start running across the rooftops. So enough talking- let's hop to it!"
This time, she really did hit him with her umbrella.
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Golden Hues | Bokuto Koutaro x F!reader [GreekMyth!AU]
That was incredibly hard to write thank you very much🤡 figuring out how to write a certain character is quite the challenge so today i offer you, offbrand Bokuto in an Ancient Greece setting !
[Songs] : • Towards the sun by Rihanna
• All good people by Delta Rae
[Tags] : @raevaioli @hqxreader
- your whole life has been revolving around the same things, not that you minded them
- you were the oldest daughter of a noble in Greece, and your family was known by the people as being descendants of gods and godesses
- throughout the years you've been taught how to act like someone your rank, how to uphold a position of power even in situations where a woman should't be
- you were grateful for that
- you were taught manners, litterature and arts as well as the art of fighting and that was pretty much it
- war, was not inherantly seen as a bad thing, it was almost like those plays that you often watched when you were a kid
- vast sceneries of warriors blessed by the gods to fight alongside them, defending their beliefs or properties
- at least that's what you thought back then, the reality of war was a whole other thing, and yet the necessity of knowing how to defend yourself against any ennemy was not one to ignore
- fighting wasn't pretty. But it had to be done.
- another reality was the one of the gods, you had witnessed it yourself one faithful day of training with your servants
- a young man carrying a lyre had approached you, seemingly coming out of nowhere
- you were pretty sure that it was Apollo, god of the sun, healing, arts and oracles; patron deity of your family for centuries now
- at the time, he had whispered words that you still managed to remember clearly :
On the horizon of a sacred dawn,
When the sword and arrow cross paths
A union that will make the earth shake all the way to the farthest parthenon, shall rise
And with it the fall of an order.
- a prophecy
- that sounded ominous to say the least but at that moment you had felt something in you that you could only describe as being some sort of repressed euphoria brewing deep somewhere in your mind
- sadly, the prophecy reached the ears of your parents and soon you found yourself trapped in your quarters for the majority of your days
- only going out for classes and eating, your parents having cut down most of your sparring sessions anyways
- your once fullfilling life now reduced to a scheduled routine, the only fun part of it being when you got to hear the stories of your litterature instructor paired with the occasionnal sneaking out during the afternoon or at night
- he felt as if in order to understand the "outside world" better you had to get actual informations on it
- and so he started talking to you about random things he heard during the day
- some days it was just about how the flower merchants closest to the royal grounds had gotten engaged and made a joined business
- other days like today it was about how the people have been effervescent about a certain talented warrior from a neighbouring city
- allegedly, he mained the bow and arrow with an unmatched deadly grace, making his way through entire battlefields in no time, some spread the rumor that he did so while smiling, unbothered and untouched by ennemy attacks
- some speculated that he was a demigod, son of some powerful deity or the reincarnation of Achilles, however one thing was sure is that he took the spotlight everywhere he went
- it would be an understatement to say that you were intrigued
- how was that possible ? Was he really unbeatable ? How was he the same age as you ?
- "well not like you would ever find out", you thought, returning to your room after class
- with the absence of servants on your way your next thought was easy : sneaking out
- it was a habit you picked up
- you went outside from the window for a few hours and came back in as if nothing happened
- and today was one of these days
- so here you were, strutting through the woods trying to find some cool rocks to add to your collection back in your room
- when you heard some kind of rustling sound
- at first you were scared cause what if it was a brown bear ??
- well at least it would make an interesting story if you came out of it alive
- but then you saw a head of white hair peaking out from behind some bushes and a voice saying something close to
- "pspspsps" yep. Definitely not a bear
- "Excuse me ?" you said, trying to get the attention of whoever that was
- the person jumped and judging by the "thud" following, you could only assume that they fell
- going round the bushes, you were meant by a well built looking man with spikey white hair and piercing imperial gold colored eyes looking up at you from the ground
- that....was not something you were used to
- "are you alright ?" you said, helping him up
- " yeah don't worry im fine ! I was just trying to catch this squirrel" he was smiling so bright that it almost blinded you in addition to the sound of your own heart pounding that was making you deaf
- "oh im sorry....did i make it run away ?"
- "well- yes but at least now i get to talk to a pretty girl !"
- oh :0
- and that's how the conversation began
- you learned that his name was Bokuto and that he was a royal guard of a close city, one that was as powerful as your own
- "oh so do you know the rumors about that demigod archer ?"
- "you mean the ones people spread about me ?? You know, im pretty good with a bow and arrow but not to that level haha"
- SO HE WAS THAT PERSON
- you never suspected that you had all those questions for him until you started spewing them out one after another but luckily he seemed to never come short with answers
- you talked for hours until night had fallen and you had to go back to royal grounds before anyone noticed you were gone
- he walked you the whole way back to your bedroom window because he "wanted to protect you" even tho you did this like every other day
- he just wanted to talk to you more
- "goodnight princes-"
- "you can call me Y/N you know ?
- "no princess is cuter ≧◡≦" he was really thankful for the late hour because he really didn't want you to see the blush on his face right now
- "hey Bokuto !" your voice made him turn back faster than light
- "do you want to meet again tomorrow ?"
- of course he wanted to
- and the pattern went on for about a month or so
- you would meet him in the woods outside of royal grounds and you would just talk and have fun with him until night when he would insist on walking you home
- tonight was no different aside from the fact that you stayed a few hours later than usual with him
- at this point you guys were very much in love with each other but also too much of a mess to confess already and you were kind of fed up
- so he was walking you home as per usual and you were leaning against the window frame bidding him your goodbyes as the sun began to rise in the distance
- "goodnight prin-" you cut him off by grabbing his face and kissing him, the shock of your lips against his had caused both of your minds to focus on each other, and there it was
- the same euphoric feeling from that time you heard the prophecy
- so that was it....love
- "goodnight Y/N" he had said when you finally pulled away, not needing to add anything more to it as you already knew how you felt about one another
- that day you fell asleep with dreams about spending your future with Bokuto, the dorky demigod warrior who had stolen your heart
- except all dreams must come to an end
- the next day your parents had informed you about an incoming war with another city....his city
- after all those years of peace and unity why now of all times ?
- "the fall of an order" this line of the prophecy echoed in your head as you sat on the floor of your room
- you couldn't help but ask yourself if somehow this was one of the gods' jokes
- if this was your fault
- would that mean that now Bokuto would resent you ?
- you heard a soft knock on your window, you already knew who it was and you went to open it, hesitant and scared of what was next to come for the both of you
- " Y/N you're here !" he beamed, staying true to himself even now
- "Bokuto have you no knowledge of what is happening ? Our cities are-"
- "on the edge of war ? I know that and that's why i came"
- "to say goodbye" you thought, already bracing yourself for the heartbreak
- "to ask you to run away with me !"
- you looked at him in shock and he just responded by smiling as if nothing about that statement scared him, as if nothing in this world could make his golden eyes loose their oh so familiar shine
- in this moment you understood that he really was something else, a sun amongst mortals, and a song in the darkest times of your own life, a light in the battlefield.
- not hearing any response from you, he held your hands together between his warm ones, confidence unwavering as he locked eyes with you and spoke,
- "We don't have to ever be appart, must the skies and gods themselves threathen us as much as they want, i'll never let it happen. We shall stay together and brave the odds and Fate herself. With Apollo's blessing, we'll make even Aphrodite and Ares jealous."
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AN: I apologize for the wait but the new chapter is finally up after going back an fourth with what I wanted to happen in this chapter. Anyway, thank you guys for liking and sending feedback. You’re excitement means alot and it fuels me to update more so if you want faster updates please like and or review. Happy reading!
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ch.3
“I think you're trying to kill me.” Braelin huffed at her part time trainer and full time friend “Is there a hit out on me that I don't know about?”
Dante snickered “You're lucky this isn't our normal routine. Otherwise, I would’ve wore your ass out.”
Braelin blushed deciding it was best to move the conversation to safer ground “Not everyone is willing to train with a pregnant woman, so thank you.”
Dante agreed grabbing his water bottle “Some people like to think pregnant women are fragile and don't want to take the risk.”
“And you don't think so?”
“Yes and No. Women in general are amazing. Their bodies are capable of carrying life and everything that entails. As gentle and protected as women should be handled, they're god's greatest creations. They can handle more than what any man can.”
Braelin looked impressed “Well, I can't speak for all women but I definitely appreciate a man that doesn't take a woman for granted.”
“Spoken like a woman whose been taken for granted.”
“Unfortunately, I'm quite familiar with it. But I've learned to put what I want someone else to give me into myself. “
“I'm glad you're motivated to take care of yourself but sometimes it doesn't hurt to lean on someone else.”
“I did and it hurt..alot.” She really didn't want to talk about this anymore so changed the subject again “My body is changing. There's some things I won't be able to do but right now I can go the distance so don't take it easy on me because you don't think I can handle it.”
Dante pulled his shirt off “My issue isn't that I don't think you can’t handle it. My issue is that you don't know when to quit.”
“I’ll quit when I’m good and ready. I’m not ready.” Braelin placed the boxing glove on her left hand and handed him the other one to assist her.
Dante’s dark eyes swept over her “Always with the three B’s.” Braelin raised a brow obviously confused. “Brains, brawns and beauty.” he said placing her glove on her small hand.
Her only response was tapping her gloves together “Square up.”
“I’m not fighting you?”
Braelin dropped her arms “Why not?”
“Because, I don't fight--”
“If you finish that sentence I’m really going to kick your ass. I just need you as a sparring partner. I haven't boxed in a while and I could use some practice.”
“That's because you said you hated boxing, remember?” he said putting the gloves on his hands nonetheless “That’s why I stopped adding it to our sessions..”
Braelin shrugged “Well, since I can't beat bitches up in the ring anymore this will have to do.”
Dante chuckled “So you’re making me the bitch you want to beat up for fun?”
Braelin threw her head back and laughed “You know what I meant. Are we going to do this or not?”
Sighing dramatically he squared up with her “Alright, B. Let’s throw hands.”
She grinned and for the next hour they did nothing but spar.
Fan Axxess
“You didn't have to come here with me.”
“I know I didn't. But it's rare that I get to see you outside of the element I'm used to seeing you in.”
“Which is?”
“Our training sessions and inside the ring. I wanna know who Braelin is when she's not in battle or preparing for one.”
Braelin raised a brow “You know who I am. We've been friends for years “
Dante stepped a tad bit closer to the little lady “You know what I meant.”
Braelin tilted her head to the side “Yes, but who said I wanted you to see that other side of me?”
Dante shrugged “No one. But then again you haven't turned me away yet either.”
Despite herself she smiled at that “No, I haven't. Outside of my sister and Naomi no one else knows I'm pregnant. And if I were being honest it feels good to have someone around me that isn't family. I feel like I can relax.”
Dante popped a piece of popcorn in his mouth “I'm more than happy be your escape. Where is your family by the way?”
“The twins and Naomi have a signing at 2:30. Everybody else is sight seeing since I have interviews for the rest of the day and a signing after this.”
Dante nodded “Well, in that case.” he threw a piece of popcorn in the air and grinned when Braelin caught it with her mouth. “You know that was my piece, right?”
The sound of Braelin’s giggle never seemed to get old to him which is why he always made it his business to put a smile on her pretty face despite whatever’s going on with her.
During nights when she felt like letting out her frustrations at the gym he never let her go at it alone and all the way to their random phone conversations at 2 am when she couldn't sleep after traveling all night. Whatever it was he was there and like hell if he wouldn't do it all again.
Dante looked around the Wrestlemania Fan axxess. Seeing the fans so excited about seeing their favorite superstars while cosplaying them was unreal. It sorta reminded him of the insanity at San Diego Comic Con.
Braelin angled her just a little to stare at him “Stop acting like a first timer.”
Dante smiled wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into his side “Technically your popping my Wrestlemania Axxess cherry. You should be happy I chose you to do this with.”
Braelin giggled “I promise it won't hurt. Just squeeze my hand and let me know if it's too much.”
Dante nodded dramatically “Just be gentle.”
They both laughed.
“Seriously, I'm feeling so much better with you here.”
Dante kissed the top of her head “Well then, I need to start being around a lot more.”
“Really? I mean I'm not asking you to travel the world with me but it would be nice to see you more.”
She didn't know what she was asking of him but Braelin knew she just needed someone familiar around. Someone she can talk to that didn't judge her and scowl her like she was a kid.
“I don't say things I don't mean. If you need me then consider me already there.”
Silence.
“Braelin, this is probably the worst timing ever giving your situation” he looked down at her stomach which she smiled at “But, I really want to kiss you and I have for a really long ass time.”
Braelin blinked in almost disbelief “You want to kiss me?”
“Why do you sound so surprised?”
“I don’t know. I just thought you had other girls you liked. Not that I think you like me, like that.” She held up her hands ”I’m not saying you just kiss random girls, I--”
Her rambling was cut off by a pair of full lips. Braelin kept her hands to her side and her eyes opened deciding it was best to keep whatever this is as platonic as possible. But when she made the mistake of parting her lips slightly granting his artful tongue access. It didn't take long for this friendly kiss to turn into a whole different ball game.
Damn this man can kiss.
Her small hands involuntarily grabbed fists full of his shirt, pulling him closer.
Vaguely she could here the whispers of the people that were walking past them. But It was the sound of someone clearing their throat that ultimately broke them apart.
Dante rested his forehead against Braelin’s “Damn woman.”
Braelin who was slightly panting and on the verge of expressing her own gratification stopped cold at the sight of the angry Samoan behind them.
Roman couldn't remember the last time he has ever been this pissed. He tried to recount a few moments in his life that maybe can top this but came up short. His jaw clenched and his hands flexed but he reminded himself that they were in public and there was no need to show his ass in front of mixed company despite Braelin’s willingness to do so.
Naomi told him that Braelin would be at axxess around noon even though her meet and greet didn't start until two. With her being there early he wanted to get another opportunity to talk too her. He wasn't hoping for anything, honestly, he just wanted to see her. He hated the way they left things last night. Which seems to he a recurring theme in their relationship.
When she didn't answer his calls he walked the landscape of axxess looking for her but a crowd of people taking pictures stopped him in his tracks. Roman was seconds away from turning in the opposite direction so he can remain undetected but something told him to check it out.
And there she was. Standing in the middle of a crowd of people swapping spit with his fucking trainer.
Dante brows furrowed in confusion wondering what the hell was so fascinating behind him. He turned and yup, right on cue. The ex boyfriend “Sorry, Rome. We didn’t see you there.”
Roman glacial grey eyes left Braelin’s and moved to Dante’s “I can tell. You probably didn’t notice the crowd of people you’ve managed to attract either.”
Braelin’s eyes widen a bit in mortification. She decided that now was probably best if they went to a more private setting separating herself from the public and her embarrassment. So she attempted to walk past Roman but he stopped her in her tracks. “What are you doing?”
Roman held up a finger “I came to remind you that our autograph session has been moved up to 1:30.” After hearing that the crowd scattered probably to get in line a bit early. Once they were free from prying eyes he continued “When did this start?”
“That’s none of your business.”
Roman had to disagree “I think it is my business. Especially, since you and I--”
“Last time I checked you two were over.” Dante intervened “Which means you don’t have a say in who she talks to or otherwise.”
Roman grinned and looked down at Braelin “You want to tell him or should I?”
Braelins eyes widen.
“What happened in her past is just that? The past.”
“And what? you think you’re her future.” Roman almost laughed “Braelin doesn’t even know what the hell that is. Love em and Leave em. Once you fuck up your done for, kid. No more second chances. No more anything. It’s a harsh world but it’s her rules.” He looked down at the small girl in front of him “Isn’t that right, baby girl.”
Braelin reached up and slapped the hell out of him causing his head to swivel to the side at the not so surprisingly hard slap. “Fuck you.”
Roman smirked his big hand rubbed his stinging jaw “We played that game already. You lost.”
Braelin inhaled sharply before leaving the two men alone.
The two men eyed each other a bit before Roman shouldered past Dante.
Game on, they both thought.
Roman grabbed his cellphone out of his pocket and without looking at it and yelled in the phone “What?”
Janelle was a little taken back by the attitude “ I guess axxess isn't going so well.”
Roman blinked at the sound of the voice “I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to yell.”
“Its ok. Is everything alright??”
Roman rubbed his furred beard “The morning didn't start off the way I wanted it but it’s all good.”
“Don't tell me you've already had a bad encounter.”
Roman looked across the lot and saw Braelin with her security “Something like that.”
“Well, I hope your gets better. You shouldn't let one bad egg ruin it for everybody else.”
She already has.
“I'm trying to baby. But some encounters are hard to shake.”
Braelin and Roman made eye contact but it was him that turned his back to her “Whatever, it only made me realize that I need to look at the situation deeper, that's all. Things have changed a lot and I just have get use to the new set up.”
Janelle was quiet for a bit not understanding what he mean’t “Are you sure you're ok?”
“I'm fine. So, what's up? How is the spa day with my mom and sisters.”
Janelle beamed “Its going great. I really missed your family.”
“They've missed you too.” Roman took a quick peak behind the curtain and noticed that his line started to form at his booth “Baby girl, I have to get ready to go. But I'll call you as soon as I'm done here.”
“Ok, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Janelle looked at the phone and frowned suddenly having a bad feeling.
“Are you seriously pouting right now?” Finn squinted at his partner in crime who was in quite the mood this evening.
“No, I’m not pouting. I’m hot.”
“I’ve noticed.” he winked.
Braelin rolled her eyes “Why is Wrestlemania always in Florida? I mean do we not know any other fucking states to host this. What about Wisconsin? I hear Wisconsin is beautiful this time of year.”
Finn wanted to laugh but he could tell she was being dead serious “You’re from New Orleans. You should be use to the heat.”
“Well, I’m not use to the heat. I actually” She kicked off her heels “Hate the heat. It does weird things to my hair and I can’t stop sweating.”
“You are perspiring more than usual.” He raised a brow “Maybe we need to take a break. Our next set of interviews isn’t for another hour and then we have another autograph signing at axxess. You still have time to get cool down and rest.”
At this point Finn felt like he was talking to himself because Braelin managed to tie her hair in a messy bun and remove her blazer leaving herself in only a black camisole and some slacks. “You do know you have a hotel room for this, right?”
Braelin smiled tightly at him “Stop being a dick and give me a piggyback ride. My feet hurt and if I walk any further I think they might fall off.”0
Finn through his head back laughing “I dont know what’s up with you lately but I’ve never seen you act like this before.” instead of giving her a piggyback ride he picked her up bridal style
Braelin yelped in surprise.
Just as soon as Braelin was safely secured in his arms. Renee, Seth, Dean and Roman approached the duo wondering about the situation. But it was Renee who asked “What are you guys doing?”
“She’s hot and her feet hurts.” Finn shrugged.
“So you decided to sweep her off her feet?” Dean asked earning a glare from Roman.
Braelin again rolled her eyes “Dean, don’t make me kick your ass. I was actually hot and my feet really does hurt. So I’m going back to my hotel to cool down and change.”
“It doesn’t take two of you too do that.” Roman looked pointedly at Braelin.
Braelin didn't miss the attitude in his voice “It does when he has too take me to my hotel. We came here together.”
“You guys are a we now?” he asked ignoring everything else she said. He knew he was being ridiculous but he couldn’t help it. Roman was more than a little peeved at what went down between them last night, earlier and then finding her literally in the arms of another man. It just pushed him over the edge.
“Hey, relax man. We’re all cool here. I’m just helping out a friend.” Finn said attempting to put Braelin down who was too busy having a glaring contest with Roman.
Renee nodded “Well, it obvious you two have a few things to discuss. Well just--” she pointed before leaving the ex lovers alone with Finn, Seth and Dean falling behind her.
“What the hell is your problem?”
“My problem? First, I see you kissing my former trainer and now this shit.” Roman whispered heatedly
Braelin’s eyes ballooned “Former? You fired him. Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Damn right. His ass can stand in the unemployment for all I care.”
Braelin small hands clenched wanting nothing more than to slap his ass again but she knew it wouldn’t solve anything. She couldn’t be mad at him, not with the secret she’s literally caring/ “For whatever reason you’ve become extremely bitter with me lately and I’m not sure why that it is. You’re so hell bent on making me the bad guy.”
Roman snorted “You think I’m bitter?.”
“Why the hell else have you being acting like spoiled ass child who had their favorite toy taken away from them. I’m not yours anymore, Roman.”
Roman took a step closer to her. His large hands cradling her face. He smiled when her eyes involuntarily closed as she melted into his touch “There are times when I know down to my bones that you were made for me. I crave you so much that I can’t even think about anything else but you. Seeing you, talking to you, holding you and making love to you. It’s always you. But then I remember how crazy we make each other. Us not being together was and is still probably the best option.”
Braelin took a step back. His hands dropping to his sides “I didn't realize I made you crazy.”
“I'm not arguing with you about this. You and I know both know that we lose touch with our emotions whenever we start circling each other. I need to remain level headed and I can't do that with you around.”
Braelin's breath hitched as if she's been punched in the stomach “Wow, you've said some hurtful things to me today but--”
Roman sighed “You know I don’t mean it that way. I sought you out these last three months because I did want to be your friend again. Before we were anything else. We were friends first. But I realize after seeing you with D and how I reacted. I can never just be your friend.”
She couldn't say she disagreed with that statement. Roman meant more to her than a casual acquaintance.
“Well, you won't have to put up with me for too much longer. I'm taking a leave from the WWE indefinitely very soon.”
Roman frowned “Is that necessary? I thought your knee didn't require another surgery?”
“My knee is fine. I just need time. My life is changing and I need to start thinking about my future outside of wrestling.”
“It sounds like you're retiring.”
Braelin said nothing.
Roman attempted to pull her into his arms but stopped cold when she took another step backwards. “Don't do that. You I didn't mean to hurt you baby girl.”
“You know... you say that too me an awful lot.” she did the one thing that came natural to them, she walked away. “Goodbye, Roman.”
Roman pulled out his cellphone “Hey, can you meet at my hotel room in an hour? We need to talk.”
Roman untied the knot at the nap of his neck when he heard a knock at the door “It's open.”
Keyon and Roman once again did the bro hand shake before bumping shoulders “What’s up man?”
“Have you talked to Braelin today?”
Keyon nodded “Yea, we all went to breakfast before she had to head to axxess, Why?”
“Did she say anything about retiring to you or the rest of the family?”
Keyon thought for a moment. Nothing stood out about breakfast outside of Braelin not drinking a mimosa which she was known to do in the morning when she needed to be woken up and with her schedule he thought she probably needed at least three of them “Nah. If she did you know momma would’ve been happy as fuck. We wouldn’t be able to hear the end of it.”
Roman already knowing that to be true nodded. He knew Mama C was never a fan of Braelin’s decision to pursue wrestling so she would’ve been the first person Braelin told. That was if she hadn't told Briyanna and Naomi.
“You know B likes her mimosa’s with her breakfast to wake her up. This morning she passed on it”
Roman sat down in his chair. He was suddenly reminded of last night when he offered to buy her drink and she turned him down. “Braelin is not drinking and she’s retiring. Something’s up man.”
Keyon had his theories but he wanted to run them by his baby sister first. “Maybe it’s not as deep as we think it is. She’s getting older man and the things that she once loved before she’s probably just not into them anymore.
Roman almost flinched at the implication “Yea, you’re probably right. Thanks for coming by man.”
“No, problem. Despite what’s going on between you and my baby sister. We brothers.”
Braelin used her key to unlock her hotel room door. Suddenly feeling emotionally drained, she collapsed against the door. She placed a hand on her slightly protruding stomach “Well. kid. I apologize in advance for all the drama today. Mommy made a mistake and now everything is all messed up. Some people have double lives but it seems like I have three. I’m whatever my fans want me to be, I’m whatever my family wants me to be and then there’s me. Your momma. It’s going to be scary for a while because it’s just me and you but I promise everything is going to be ok. I’m going to make sure of it.”
There was a knock at the door “Who is it?”
“It’s me. I’m just checking to see if your ok.”
Braelin smiled before opening the door “I’m feeling much better now, thank you. I need to apologize too you. Roman had know business firing you because of me.”
Dante shrugged “I was going to quit anyway.”
“Why?”
“Something tells me there’s going to be a conflict of interest.”
Braelin grinned up at Dante “Oh yea. I wonder what the conflict of interest might be.”
Dante pulled her small body to his, his large hand cupping her cheek “As if you don’t already know.”
“I think I need to be reminded.”
Dante who was all to happy too oblige eagerly captured her cupid bow shaped lips with his own. He absolutely loved the way she tasted. Every part of him was wondering if the rest of her tasted just as good but he knew she was nowhere near ready for that so he planned on getting his fill with this kiss.
Braelin moaned her small hands bringing him closer to her. She knew she needed to put the breaks on this before it went further and despite what her body was telling her she wasn’t ready to go any further without regretting it later.
She pulled away licking her lips and staring into his lust filled eyes “My situation is complicated. My job requires me to be on the road all the time and on top everything else I’m pregnant with another man’s baby. I’m not expecting anything from you which is why I think we need to take a step back and slow things down because the last thing I need right now is too lose your friendship. I can’t.”
Dante frowned “You’re not going to lose me, Brae--”
“You say that now but what if someone else comes along and you realize everything you want and need is with her and not me. I can’t handle that, not again. Not from you.”
Dante wiped away the single tear that fell from her green eyes “What is this about?”
“Nothing.”
“No, it’s definitely something. Is this about Roman?”
Silence
“Braelin?”
“He’s the father of my baby.”
Dante's eyebrows practically lifted off of his forehead “If he’s the father of your baby then that means you two--”
Braelin hung her head in almost shame “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. It was a one time thing that didn’t mean anything, I swear.”
Dante tried his best not to pass judgement because he had a front row seat at how difficult the break up between them were. Not only has he been the trainer for them both for the past three years he was also a friend.
Braelin bit down on her bottom lip as she watched as he tried tpo process what she just told him “Please, say something.”
Silence.
“I understand if this is too much. It’s too much for me too. But I hope we can still be--”
Dante placed his large hands on either side of her face once again “I’m not judging you. It just took a me a while to process everything. But I’m ready and despite you telling me this I know you’re not. But I just want you to know that I’m here and that’s where I’ll stay.” he searched her eyes for a second “He doesn't know does he?”
Braelin shook her head “It’ll mess everything up. It’s best if he doesn’t know.”
Dante didn’t totally agree with that. In fact there was a part of him that knew if Braelin did tell Roman that she was pregnant he was sure that Roman would drop everything especially his wife to play house with Braelin and their kid despite the life long promise he made to Janelle and selfishly that was the last thing he wanted.
“I know I should tell him and eventually I will but I can't be the distraction and the reason he loses everything.”
“A distraction?”
“It doesn't matter. Everything is better the way that it is. So I need you to promise me that this stays between us.”
“I promise. In the meantime you have to promise me that you'll come to me if you need anything. Unless, Rom--”
“Roman is no longer an option. I'm ready to move on I just need to do it when I'm not so overwhelmed.”
Dante nodded “Well, I'm going to let you get ready. Call me after your done with your interviews/.”
Braelin nodded and kissed him on the cheek “Thank you. For everything.”
“You don't have to thank me. Take care of yourself. That's all the thanks I need.”
Naomi scrolled down her twitter timeline and her eyes widen. There it was plastered all over TMZ's twitter page: Pro Wrestler Braelin Williams is now dating Actor/ Boxer/Trainer Dante Munteanu. With a picture of them kissing.
Braelin placed her small hands over Naomi's eyes “Guess who?”
When Naomi didn't respond Braelin removed her hands and frowned when Naomi went back to looking at her phone “What's got you so fascinated?”
Naomi held up her phone “Please tell me this is bullshit?”
Braelin cursed “They must have gotten this picture from one of the fans.”
“So it's real?”
“Yea, it's real.” Braelin rolled her eyes when Naomi stared at her dumbfounded “Don't look at me like that. It just happened.”
“You've been having a lot of those ‘it just happened’ moments lately. Roman is going to flip the fuck out “
“He already knows. He caught us kissing and basically fired Dante and told me I make him crazy.”
Naomi wasn't surprised Roman and his cousins all had the same temper. They react first and think later. “Good, thing it was just a kiss and nothing else. You have way too much going on to add more drama too it.”
Braelin bit her lip “I don't know what's going on between Dante and I. We're taking it slow.”
“Slow as in not at all, right?”
Silence
“Brae.” Naomi yelled.
“I don't know.” Braelin yelled back “I’m feeling so much right and I don’t have a handle on any of it. Roman and I will never be what we use to be and that makes me sad. I'm tired of being sad, Nao.”
Naomi nodded “I didn't mean to yell. I just want you to be ok.”
“I'm carrying his child and he will never know. I will never be ok. Not completely. But I need live with this and I need to move on. I owe myself that much.”
Roman and The Usos joined the girls in what appeared to be in high spirits.
Naomi was the who of course called them out on it “Why are y'all in such a good mood?”
“Its Wrestlemania weekend. Why aren't we in a good mood.” Jimmy said kissing Naomi on the lips.
Naomi rolled her eyes “Nice try. What's really going on?”
Jey shrugged “We just got some good news. That's all.”
“Ok, what was the good news.” Braelim asked causing all three men to look at her.
Roman cleared his throat deciding it was best to just put it all out there “Janelle and I have decided to start a family after Mania.”
Braelin merely stared at Roman not knowing what else to say “Wow, um. Congratulations.”
Naomi held her head down. That was all she could do without blowing the entire lid off this damn thing.. She could literally see her baby cousin struggling to come up with words fitting for the situation. At Least some that wouldn't break her own heart further.
“I hope everything works out for you. No one knows how much of great father you'll be more than me.”
Roman held Braelin's gaze seeing something else there but deciding not to comment on it “Thanks Brae.”
“Of course.” Braelin pulled out her cell phone and sent Dante a quick message.
Naomi looked at Braelin already knowing what the message said.
I think I’m ready.
AN: Alright, so what do you guys think? Will Dante and Braelin have a shot now that she’s attempting to move on with her life? Or do you guys think both she and Roman are making one bad decision after another?
I’ll give ya’ll a hint on the next chapter: It’s 50% Roman and Braelin in the past. Let me know whatchu think by leaving me a message under the story or in my inbox. Until next time.
#roman reigns x oc#wwe fanfiction#roman reigns fanfiction#roman reigns fan fic#roman reigns#WWE#key writes
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Good evening, this time from the train from Osaka to Okayama! It's a little past 8:30 pm now, and since I'll have to get up early tomorrow for my trip to Tokyo, I'll be typing most of today's report on my phone. Just a heads up in case you spot any weird typoes, haha.
Anyway! Today was indeed a busy day, although very much fun in a lot of senses. You see, today I was meeting up with a friend to go to Universal Studios Japan, and then to a concert by KOKIA, my absolute favourite artist. So that's 3 great things in one sentence already, haha.
I'll be splitting the report so that one half just concerns the concert, because I tend to do very detailed reports on those. Seeing KOKIA live is such a treat, I don't want to forget a single detail! So below follows the report on the rest of the day.
I had to get up early to catch my train, so of course I woke up wayyyy to early at 4 am, pff. I went right back to sleep and woke up a little before my 6 am alarm, which was still too early, because breakfast starts at 6:30, haha. Oh well, plenty of time to get dressed in peace!
After breakfast, I made my way to the station to catch the shinkansen to Shin-Osaka station. The train goes past Himeji, though sadly I wasn't in a good position to take a picture of the castle. I did however notice that you can see Okayama castle from the train as well, be it from quite the distance. The views weren't really superb today, which was to be expected, since there was rain forecasted for pretty much the entire country. Oh well, not much I can do about that but take an umbrella, haha.
The trip was smooth and I met up with my friend at the station. We were going to Osaka station from here, a mere 5 minute ride, but it was quite tricky to even make it through the shinkansen gates. It was really busy for some reason, though they had just announced a train further south had stopped running due to heavy rains. Uh oh... but so far so good in Osaka, no rain yet and we eventually made it to Osaka station and from there, 2 quick trains bound for Universal Studios Japan!
We first caught up a little over drinks, with matcha latte for me of course, before we made it to the park entrance and got tickets. Since it was a Saturday I suspected it would be busy and we'd need to draw a number for the Harry Potter part of the park, but apparently the weather forecast worked in our favour, because there were no numbers needed to enter today. Yaaay! I went to Universal 4 years ago as well and mostly spent my day in the Harry Potter part, haha, so I wasn't complaining about starting here. Actually, this part of the park only has two rides proper and they're both a bit wild for us, but just looking around here is an attraction in itself. I got all nostalgic over the music and the scenes, and after shop browsing for a while and having our picture taken in front of the Hogwarts Express, we went into the wand shop to experience some magic happening as a random audience member was picked to be chosen by a wand. Sadly this wasn't me, haha, although I have a great wand at home I bought here last time. It was a fun little show (this time Ollivander spoke both very good English and Japanese, haha), after which we ended up in the wand shop, but we passed through it in favour of the castle.
You can go into Hogwarts castle for a pretty intense adventure (I did it back in 2015, my stomach wasn't very happy), or you can choose to take a stroll inside and look up on awe at all the amazing detail they put on here, haha. We opted for the latter, and I definitely made use of the invitation to take pictures by going wild with my current camera. Much better quality! Ah, I love this camera so. The castle has a ton of talking and moving paintings as well as some projections and a ton of replicas from the movies. Aside maybe from the last bit, where we first had to wait for a while for unknown reasons and then were rushed through, it was really great.
Once outside, we spotted some performers coming out dressed like the students from the wizarding schools Beauxbatons and Durmstrang from the fourth book/movie, so we stayed to watch. I think i read somewhere that this was a limited time show, and they were really good, very athletic. (I'm personally not a big fan of the movie approach of "the French students are only girls who dance pretty dainty ballet and the vaguely Russian students are only manly guys who grunt and stomp with sticks", but hey, that says nothing about the performers here! And the costumes were lovely. )
After some more shop browsing, we were in for a surprise once we were outside: the sun was shining bright! Absolutely not according to the forecasts, absolutely not complaining, haha. I took some very pretty pictures of the castle if I do say so myself, and then we went for lunch here. The salad served at the Three Broomsticks was pretty big, plenty enough to share. After this and of course some butterbeer (non-alcoholic), we left the wizarding world behind us and moved into the rest of the park.
This mostly ended in sightseeing, since the rows were too long to consider queuing up with the concert time getting closer, but that was a lot of fun too. They put in so much detail, and since it is almost Halloween, a lot of people had come dressed up.They do in the Disney parks too, but Disney has pretty strict rules about which characters you're allowed to dress up as, while here it seems to be "anything goes". I saw a guy dressed up as a piece of corn, quite some elaborate costume dress ups, a surprising amount of guys in Sailor Moon outfits, a lot of fancy gothic dress up, and a surprising number of uh, nuns. Alright! And of course, there was the usual mix with outfits from the Harry Potter part and uh, Minions. They have their own spot here.
We also went into the Jurassic park area, which was closed for maintenance last time, although sadly we didn't see a lot of dinosaurs roaming around. There was a scarily realistic Velociraptor animatronic inside the gift shop though! (I think it might have been Blue? Look, I only saw Jurassic World once.) But well, I still love dinosaurs, so this was still cool, haha.
Once we were getting closer to the time of the concert, we went back to the station to catch the train to Osaka station. Luckily the concert venue was very close and actually within the same building in which they have the big Broadway musicals here, currently the little mermaid. It was the lion king last time I went here and got lost at Osaka station, haha. (That station is like 5 different stations all connected, so it's a bit of a maze.) We got seated, got ourselves a drink (it's kinda like a jazz bar here, so you sit at a table and you can order food and drinks), made a quick trip to the merchandise shop, and then sat back to enjoy the performance.
I'll save those details for my next post, haha, but rest assured I had a great time. KOKIA had two performances tonight, so it was a little shorter than a big hall concert, but she did make time for an autograph session! Naturally we queued up with our newly purchased albums, haha.
Ah, such a good time! It was around dinner time now, so my friend introduced me to akashiyaki, which is "sort of takoyaki, except not", haha. Akashi is a city in the nearby Hyogo prefecture, and these are dumplings made of egg rich batter and octopus you need to dump into thin fish broth before eating (thank you, wikipedia). Although takoyaki, also balls with octopus, is more popular and better known, akashiyaki apparently came first. It was really yummy! We shared akashiyaki and then had a takoyaki gratin, which sounded kinda odd, but ended up being delicious as well. We eventually had some desserts at a nearby tea shop that sold SO MANY matcha things, I nearly had a crisis deciding until I opted for the matcha roll cake, incidentally the best roll cake I've ever had.
It was time to part ways with the promise of reunion, and I made it to Shin-Osaka alone. Familiar territory after last year, haha. I caught a shinkansen for Okayama and I have just arrived in my hotel safe and sound, very tired but very pleased.
Tomorrow will be tiring without a doubt, as I'll be in a train for 4.5 hours straight (I did this to myself, I know). But then I'll be in Ikebukuro, Tokyo, my home away from home at this point, haha. I guess I'll ditch my things at the hotel and then rush to Shibuya for my favourite little shrine there, because I must owe some deity something for how lucky I've been so far. Did I mention it was dry the whole time we were outside? Yeah.
I love Tokyo, so I'm very excited about going back there, but it also means saying goodbye to Okayama and entering my last week already. Time really flies, huh...
Well, stay tuned for pictures and the concert review while I go pack my suitcase (the title will make sense after that review, haha, although Harry Potter and dinosaurs are both things I grew up with) and then see you tomorrow from Tokyo!
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fictober.23.: the first appointment
#Fictober19 Prompt: 23. You can’t give more than yourself.
Fandom: Oxenfree
Characters: Jonas, Duke (OC)
Rating: T (no warnings apply)
Tags: Angst-ish, emo Jonas, mental health & therapy
Word Count: 2802
So... I'm posting this in order to maintain Fictober, but in all honesty this is actually a side scene/side story to a previously mentioned project that is still in the works and has yet to be posted. There may be some spoilers for the beginning of that fic. This is more an exploration of who this AU's version of Jonas is, how he's been affected by the things in his life- I'm calling it 'emo Jonas' but it may not be the type of emo you're expecting, I don't know.
If you want to read it when it comes up in the fic, it's looking like that would be anywhere from chapter 6 to chapter 9 (we're still in the midst of writing at the moment), and I'll update the summary and add it in as a related work when that becomes applicable.
For now, if you still want to read now (and it's cool if you don't), enjoy Jonas's first meeting with Duke, with no context to the rest of the story.
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An appointment. ‘Like a doctor’s visit.’ Yeah. Well, maybe.
“Hey. You want to come on in?”
Jonas holds his breath for a second, standing from the waiting room to follow the man inside. The guy is in his early 30s, brown hair with a bit of gray starting in, just barely this side of messy, with glasses that look like he should be drinking craft brews at some gastropub in Portland. Duke. That’s a name, alright.
“Nice to finally meet in person.”
Jonas just nods. He’s not great at speaking to new people. Took him a couple weeks to start talking in intake. But he has kinda met Duke before. A pretty long phone interview, not to mention emails. They wanted to find a good therapist, and Camena had options. He’d settled on Duke.
“It’s nice to have all the paperwork out of the way already. Kind of a waste of session time, really.”
Jonas’s brows raise as he tips his head in acknowledgment and agreement.
Duke has a leg crossed over the other, and Jonas realizes, in retrospect, that the guy is actually his height. Maybe an inch shorter, but pretty damn close.
“How tall are you?” They’re the first words out of Jonas’s mouth, but they do their part.
“Six three. On a good day, anyway.”
“Nice.”
“Shoe size?”
“13.”
Duke winces audibly. “Damn, you beat me. 12 and a half.”
Jonas smirks a bit. And the ice is broken.
“You came from school?”
Jonas’s eyes wander to the side table between his chair and the unoccupied couch. He reaches for some kind of adjustable wire toy, turning it inside out and flipping it into different shapes. “Yup.”
“What’s your electives?” It’s a better question than ‘how was your day,’ at least. Duke’s foot is bouncing idly, as well.
“Gym and weight training; shop.”
“At CHS, right? Wilkinson still teaching wood shop?”
Wilkinson? “Yeah, I think that’s his name. Old guy, wears a lanyard with a whistle on it even though I don’t think he does any sports stuff?”
“Yep. He’s not too bad. Get him talking about baseball, that’s a thing. Does he still have that slugger in the workshop?”
“I… don’t know?”
“He’s got two, actually, I think. Louisville Slugger wooden bats, one official and one he made. If he still has it. I heard one year some kids stole it for a prank.”
“Kinda a dick move, the guy’s gotta be at least 70.”
“Yeah. Kids can be idiots. Present company excluded, of course.”
“Technically an adult, and I’d agree regardless.”
“When we talked before, you sounded kinda meh on the Individual Studies thing. How’s that looking?”
“It’s…” Jonas pulls a face. “Still meh on it. Some of the other kids are… ehh. Remind me of guys from North Valley, thinking they’re the shit. And the teachers - or whatever they’re called, aides? They’re a mixed bag. This one girl - woman, I guess - she seems pretty cool. Darcy. Good attitude, even if she seemed kinda fake at first.”
“I’m not sure I totally get what the course is, to be honest.”
“I mean, I’ve got three periods of it, it gets old fast. Though— I mean I guess they’re not all the same. First period for me seems more like… learning skills?” Jonas winces. “I dunno, it’s kinda cringey sometimes. And then third is gonna be assessment stuff— kinda miserable, just packets of standardized test questions and shit like that. Last period is chill though. Basically like a study hall for me, working on the stuff from the tests. And I’ve been getting out a little early, so I can-” He stops.
Duke waits a second for him to continue, and when he doesn’t, he lifts his chin from looking at the pad of paper in his lap (where Jonas can see little geometrical doodles as well as his illegible scrawl of whatever he’s noting). “A reminder; mandatory reporting doesn’t include stuff like truancy, just plans to harm yourself or others. And I consider ‘plans’ to actually mean plans.”
“So… there’s this girl, right?”
“A friend?”
Jonas hesitates. “Yyeahhh…”
“Or… sounds like maybe not just a friend?”
He shakes his head, “No, definitely just a friend, just… kinda insane.”
“Fun fact; ‘insane’ is really a legal term.”
Jonas rolls his eyes. “Kinda wild, then. Her and this other guy, too. They kinda like… adopted me?”
“Is that a positive or a negative?”
“I think it’s a positive? But— right, my point was, it gives me time to dip out the back and then meet them in the other parking lot.”
“Why the other parking lot?”
Jonas shoots Duke a flatly skeptical look. “Well they’re not gonna come meet me over in the ‘special’ wing.”
Duke huffs out a short laugh. “Wow, okay, strong feelings about IS are still there I see.” Even as Jonas is rolling his eyes again, he goes on. “So the wild duo. What kind of wild? You think they’ll get in the way of treatment?”
That makes him think for a second. “Um… no? I dunno. The guy is kinda stupid rich and somehow has a line to a shit ton of weed, apparently. Which could be a problem.”
Duke’s brows have risen high. “Could be, yeah. Does your JPPO do random testing? Think being around them could mess with your results?”
Jonas shakes his head. “Nah, they’re scheduled. Every other two weeks. And that should be done by the end of June, and the testing might be ditched entirely when we go down to only meeting once a month. Plus apparently he’s more of an edibles guy, so I’m not super worried about anything accidental. I can always just keep away for a few days before testing, shouldn’t be too hard.”
“Even though you’ve been adopted?”
He snorts a bit at that. “Guess I can’t know for sure. Not too worried, though.”
“That’s good. How exactly did you manage to get adopted?”
“The girl was my tour guide first day. I guess she thought I was cool, ‘cause she introduced me to her friend and… I dunno. We exchanged numbers and stuff. Texted. They’re kinda high energy for me, but also-” Jonas hesitates, rolling his eyes before continuing. “It’s weird, ‘cause Alex is kinda… popular? She’s a total dork, constantly jokes about being a witch, but it feels like everyone knows her? And likes her? It’s weird.”
“Huh. Are you saying you think they shouldn’t?”
“I’m saying…” Jonas shrugs. “Eh. She’s nice enough, I get that. But like… I feel like at North Valley she would’ve been… I mean, not disliked. Considered annoying, maybe, in large doses. Not exactly a class clown, but that same idea. More of a subject of entertainment than friendship.”
“That’s an interesting way of seeing things.”
“What do you mean?”
“Analytical.”
Jonas considers that for a second. “…Maybe? It’s just kinda how the world is, I’m not complaining about it or anything.”
“Are you unhappy about it?”
He shrugs. “No? Like I said; it’s just how it is. People offer certain benefits, right? Sometimes that’s, like… like someone who always knows the homework. If we’re thinking concretely here. And then there’s the one who always has a pencil you can borrow. —It’s like a study group sorta analogy. There’s someone who’s able to get everyone together at once, and someone who can talk to the teacher and argue on your behalf, but who you might not want to spend time with outside of class ‘cause they argue with everyone. And there’s a class clown type, who’s really entertaining but can sorta get in the way if you’re trying to be serious.” Jonas pauses again. “I mean, there’s a lot. But everyone kinda has their strengths and weaknesses, right? It’s like a teamwork thing.”
“So where do you fit in this?”
He thinks for a moment, still playing with the wire cage. “I dunno. I have a car.” That’s part of it at least, even if other things come to mind as well.
“You think that’s what people see you for? Your car?”
Jonas’s lips pull. “I’m not saying that’s my only redeeming quality, I know I’m not just some dude with a car. That’s just, like, the prime benefit.”
“What else?”
“What do you mean?”
“Your other ‘redeeming qualities.’”
He rolls his eyes. “I’m— I know I have them, okay? I’m- I have skills. But they aren’t- y’know, like, my function in a social group.”
“What if you didn’t have your car? You can’t give more than yourself— what qualities do you think you’re bringing.”
“…Alex seems to think my height is a benefit.”
“She obviously has not been 6’3 and attempted to sit in a compact sedan.”
Jonas cracks a smile. “Yeah it’s cute, she’s not tiny but both her and Ren are like… she said it before, I don’t remember what it was 5’5 or 6 or something. Joked about needing me to retrieve pickle jars or whatever.”
“So you’re the guy with the car and the pickle-getter.”
“Sure.”
“That all?”
“Well- I mean, the tall thing is also like—” he waves a hand, “-y’know, the other tall stuff.”
“Can’t say I know what you mean, apart from reaching things and being asked about the weather.”
“You know.” Jonas fidgets slightly. Duke has to know that part of things. “The kinda… intimidation thing.”
“How do you mean?”
Jonas’s lips pull again in that vague passing annoyance. “You know. Being tall and looking— not scary exactly, but like… imposing, I guess. Basically looking like someone you don’t want to mess with.”
“And that’s what you think you bring to a friendship?”
“Yeah. Like… like a bodyguard or something.”
“You think your friends are in danger you have to protect them from?”
“No- well.” He lets out a short sigh, a rueful smirk hooking his lips. “Not yet, anyway. And once they are, I’m betting they’ll have put themselves into it.”
“What does the whole ‘bodyguard’ thing mean, then?”
“Um.” A few images pass through Jonas’s mind, and he hesitates, face impassive for a second before he shrugs again. “Trying to keep her from getting hurt. I guess.”
“…That doesn’t really sound like something based solely on height.”
His fingers twitch, and Jonas’s ears feel warm. “Look, I spent a year in juvie for physical assault. It might not just be the height.”
“You think she wants you to fight for her? Is this like… an American Gladiators kinda thing, or…?”
The laugh is just a huff of breath, but the corners of Jonas’s mouth are lifting. “I don’t think she wants me to fight. I’m just— And I don’t want to fight!” he assures Duke. “But like… there’s probably some element of ‘this guy makes a good meat shield’ or whatever.”
“You ever think they might just… like you? Like just, as you?”
He snorts. “I— I’m not saying they don’t! I mean, at the very least they tolerate me, and I assume they must like me, otherwise we wouldn’t text all the time. It’s really easy to ignore someone’s texts and make excuses.” Jonas isn’t even mad about the question, it’s so far removed from how he feels. “I’m just saying that there’s this fringe benefit for them.”
“And is that how you see them, as well?”
He shrugs a shoulder. “Honestly, they’re my allies right now. Not in a bad way - I like them, they’re fun - but at the moment their function in my social circle is connecting me to my new community, right? They’re transitional aids, like a kinda PREP thing. Or IS. I mean, she was a tour guide.”
“Sounds kinda dehumanizing.”
“It’s not meant to be. I’m— Look, we talked all the time about support systems and community engagement, and buying in, right? So, I’m building a support system of peers.”
Duke cocks his head, looking mildly bemused.
“What?”
“It sounds like you know the words pretty well.”
“Yeah, well. I didn’t talk much. Mostly listened.”
“Is that really how you think about the people around you? As… I don’t know, bricks in your support structure?”
“I mean, it’s not the only thing I’m thinking. I like the company, I like the distraction, they’re fun. But…” Another one-shouldered shrug. “I dunno, man, call it a justification if you want.”
“What do you mean?”
Jonas sighs. “Gives me a reason to keep trying.” Again, it’s not said in anger, or even in sadness. Just a straightforward factual statement.
“What would you do if you didn’t think of things that way?”
“Can’t know for sure, obviously. But— I dunno. Call it distress tolerance. Giving them a function gives me a reason to tough it out. Like—” He pauses. “…Yeah, no, I can’t figure out an analogy for the brick thing. Sticking with people instead of being— transient.”
“Transient.”
“Kinda drifting around. Moving through things.”
“You think you’re transient?”
“I think I’d survive without friends. Until shit started to go wrong, I guess.”
Duke is quiet, eyes narrowed like he’s trying to parse the statement, considering. “…I’m not sure I get it.”
“I like people, but all the— politics, I guess. It stresses me out. I’d rather just… not. At least, in group things. School, juvie— the social dynamic is this constant thing where you’re maintaining. Don’t shit where you eat and all that. Don’t fuck it up, you’re stuck there. All this work to not make things worse for yourself. Honestly, I’d rather just see people when I see them. All day every day is… a lot.”
“…Can I ask you a question?” He’s leaning forward, and his tone is a different kind of curious than he has been.
“I mean… that’s literally all you’ve been doing.”
“Your residential center, your stepdown stuff— they had GED programs. Why come back to high school?”
Jonas is spinning the little wire toy around one finger steadily, keeping an eye on it to avoid having it fly off, even as he picks up speed. “Dad wanted me to.” His stomach dips, and his voice is a little quieter. “Mom would, too.” He’s silent for a second, still spinning. “And it’s supposed to be good for me. Community engagement, support structures, all that.”
“Why do you think they wanted you to do school?”
“I mean, my mom was a teacher. My dad… just wants me to be well-adjusted. I think he wants me to feel normal again.”
“What do you think?”
Jonas’s gut has been steadily, gradually, slowly but surely filling with lead. He breathes evenly. Too evenly. Actively making the attempt. When he speaks, it’s a low mutter. “Not sure that’s possible, if we’re being honest.”
“Why not?”
He shakes his head. “I dunno. Things just— changed. Can’t really undo that.”
“…I mean, I agree that you can’t live in the past. Things happened, you can’t undo them, but you also can’t spend every minute thinking about them. I know mindfulness tends to get a bad rap ‘cause it’s sort of trendy in the mental health field right now, but there’s definitely a ton of upsides to it.”
“I’m… vaguely familiar.” Jonas’s voice is a bit wry.
“So you know the whole idea of where you’re living. The goal is being present. So not living in the past, or in the future, but in the here and now, without judgment.”
“…Okay…”
Duke is still bouncing his foot a bit. “What do you think? Like— really consider it for a second. What that means.”
“What, living in the present?” Duke shrugs in a casual kind of confirmation. Jonas sighs, fixes his eyes on the therapist, and tries to do as asked. “…I guess I just feel like that’s asking for trouble.”
“How so?”
“I mean… thinking about the future is kinda important. Otherwise you fuck things up and can’t undo them.”
“Who says you can’t?”
Jonas snorts. “You? Like… a minute ago?”
“I guess— maybe it’s just the use of ‘undo.’ You can’t rewind and make something not have happened, but you can control how you handle the consequences, how you potentially repair the situation, your reactions to things, all of that. But if you’re constantly fearing every possible outcome of anything you do… you do nothing.”
“So you’re saying not to think of consequences. You want me to just go party and violate parole and not care what might happen?”
“Well, no.” Duke actually rolls his eyes. “Hell— it’s a delicate balance, right? But some part of that has to be just allowing yourself to exist without judgment.”
“O…kay?”
“Or analysis.”
“…Ah.”
“I mean, it’s not like I’m advocating underage drinking or drugs or truancy or anything, but… You’re out, y’know? You’re in this do-or-die headspace, but your situation has changed dramatically. Now’s your chance to go back to being a kid. Live a little.”
[source for AO3]
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