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worldheadcanons · 1 year

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You know that Kaguya sama episode where Shirogane finally got some sleep and he finally looks well rested and expected Kaguya to find him more attractive but doesn't work because she has a glaring kink?

That scenario with England shaving his eyebrows to be thinner to impress the reader but she just looks at him like😑. While internally she's all 'Why? Why did you shave them? You looked cooler with your thick brows, and now you look like any average guy in the streets'

☆ i actually like your thick eyebrows!

starring. . . feminine reader and england.

author notes; i think the title is super funny like those random ‘reincarnated as a slime prince’ animes.. i’m never changing it so don’t ask. if you want to recommend this piece to others you WILL refer to it by its proper title “i actually like your thick eyebrows!” thank you. this is not proofread btw lol

> arthur kirkland!

— he huffed softly as he looked at himself in the mirror, taking in the appearance of his face. it was a daily occurrence for kirkland to wash up and look himself over before heading out the door. today, however, he paid special attention to his eyebrows. his thick.. some would say ugly.. eyebrows. he doesn’t know what possessed him to pick up his razor but one thing led to another and a couple seconds later, he was staring at a completely different arthur in the mirror. a more youthful arthur.. a cooler arthur.. an arthur with thinner eyebrows. by the time he was done tending to himself he was almost late for work. he hurried out the door, calling out a quick ‘i love you, bye!’ to his wife upstairs.

— you had no clue why he was in the bathroom for so long. usually he would’ve been out of the door much earlier. you figured it was something trivial though, so you didn’t bother investigating the matter further. as he called out his daily ‘i love you’ you replied with your daily ‘i love you too’ before deciding to get up and get ready for the day ahead of you. both of you worked each day so you didn’t see him again until the evening when it was time for dinner. you had both previously decided on getting a simple meal tonight. chinese takeout. it was delicious, cheap, and easy to work with.

— with all that in mind, there you were, sitting at the kitchen table eating some of your takeout. you always got him earlier than your husband. you tried to wait for kirkland but he was taking too long to get home. just as you were eyeing one of his egg rolls, tempted to steal it for yourself, you heard the front door of your home open. “welcome home! i’m in the kitchen,” you called out, letting him know where you were.

— you heard the rustling of him taking off his coat and putting it in its place. there was a few footstep noises and then.. voila, there he was. as soon as he walked in and you were able to see his complete face, your jaw dropped. your eye might’ve twitched. arthur was.. ugly. not extremely ugly but something was.. off. something about his face was different today. it wasn’t the same. you didn’t like it but you didn’t want to be rude. you couldn’t even place your finger on what exactly was wrong, so you just put on a smile and asked him about his day.

— “good!” he replied cheerfully, sitting himself down across from you and opening up his box of takeout. he took in a nice forkful of food before continuing to speak. “very good. notice anything uh.. new about me?”

— you let out a small hum before responding. “it’s something to do with your face but it’s not your hair,” you began, taking this opportunity to examine his face. his mouth was the same, ever so kissable. his nose was perfectly normal.. his cheek still had the same scar it did when you first met him.. what about his eyes? no, they were perfectly fine.. perfectly fine eyes.. wait. softly, you gasped. “your eyebrows! what did you do to them?” your surprise barely managed to hide the fact that you disliked the change.

— he grinned, proud as a peacock at his new look. “i shaved them so they’re a bit thinner. what do you think?” kirkland asked, waggling his eyebrows assumedly for you. ew… at this, you frowned slightly.

— “it’s ugly,” you said bluntly, picking up a forkful of fried rice and putting it in your mouth. you continued on eating, keeping your eyes mostly focused on the food in front of you instead of your husband’s eyebrows.

— “i know right— wait, ugly?” he narrowed his eyes, trying to scan your face for any hint of sarcasm. you could be quite the cheeky lady when you wanted to be. it was one of the many things he loved about you. unfortunately, it seemed that you were being completely honest right now. you really didn’t like his thin eyebrows. arthur sputtered a bit, “ugly how? everyone complimented me at work today. even francis liked it. he said i looked less ugly than usual which basically means handsome!”

— you finished chewing the food in your mouth, swallowing before talking. “i just don’t like it.”

— “but francis said—“ he began.

— “francis isn’t your wife, arthur, i am,” you replied, showing him your hand and pointing towards the ring he had bought you a year or two ago. your voice had raised slightly, and some anger could be heard in your tone. it wasn’t purposeful but the situation had escalated rather quickly. it wasn’t an argument.. but it felt like one. neither one of you wanted to fight really, so things went quiet for a few moments as you both reassessed the situation.

— he was the first to break the silence, shifting in his seat before quietly asking, “you really like my thick eyebrows?”

— “of course. you look.. too plain without them. i think they’re charming,” you said, glancing up at kirkland. you hadn’t expected to be greeted with a look of fascination. you had always thought it was obvious that you enjoyed his various unique features.

— he smiled a little at you, quirking his head to the side. “you do? really?”

— “yup.. hopefully they grow back soon. i miss your bushy brows.”

— he quickly finished up his food. when he was done, arthur got up and wrapped his arms around your waist. he hugged you from your side, kissing at your cheek gently. “thank you, love. thank you.” he was truly grateful to have your love. just hugging you and kissing you wasn’t enough, no. he had to tell you thank you. he had to tell you over and over. even as his words became unintelligible, you could tell he was saying thank you.

— as he finally moved to pull himself away from your warmth, you stopped him, taking hold of his face gently. his cheeks were cupped by your gentle hands for a moment or two. then you used your thumbs to gently trace over kirkland’s now thin eyebrows. “please, please grow back soon,” you mumbled under your breath, staring at his eyebrows.

— “they will, love. they will,” he murmured in reply, chuckling softly. he could burn them off and they’d still grow back just as thick. it was a fact that used to make him upset but.. it bothered him much less now. now he felt.. almost excited. he was excited for their return because he knew you’d be excited. and when you were excited.. arthur blushed slightly at his thoughts. it would be a special night, that was for sure.

#hetalia #hetalia x reader #hetalia x you #hetalia headcanons #england x reader #arthur x reader #arthur kirkland #hws england #hws

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takashixreader · 2 years

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And Yet-

A/N: I have no idea what to name this, but here’s that thing I was talking about earlier! Like I said, I wrote this so long ago, I have no idea where I was going with it, so I guess just take it and do with it what you will😭

Pairing: Takashi Shirogane x GN!Reader

Tags: Fluff. Disregard for personal space. Also, Shiro is taller than you. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

Word Count: 0.9k

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Captain Shirogane was pacing the floor of the conference room.

Though it had been nearly a half-varga since the others had called an end to the briefing, he had stayed behind to collect his thoughts about the situation at hand and, apparently, check “run a hole into the floorboards” off his bucket list.

This is how you found him as you approached the room: Alone, with his arms crossed, brows furrowed, and a deep frown on his lips– something you noticed to be more frequent with him recently.

At that, an idea you’d been nurturing for a while now cemented itself and pushed you to enter fully into the meeting room.

“Sir!” You made your presence known, and saluted your captain. He, taken by surprise at your sudden outburst, paused in his pacing and turned to greet you.

“Y/n, there’s no need to be so formal,” The man says amusedly and steps closer to make the distance a little less awkward for the conversation’s sake, “Please, just Shiro is fine. How many times do I need to ask you?” Though strained from his initial thoughts, his voice was soft and teasing.

“At least once more, Sir,” You tried to keep yourself steady and not to look as winded as his smile made you feel, then continued quietly, “As always.”

He felt something jerk in his chest. You had always been polite and you were very adamant about making sure you were as respectful as you could be. Lately, however, and for some silly reason, he’s felt as if your words belied something deeper than what he first thought them to be. A few times had he accidentally caught your eye, and each of those times he noticed an emotion he couldn’t quite place swimming behind your gaze.

Those occasions, brief as they were, never failed to mystify him. But just as quickly had he seen these emotions, they were snuffed out and replaced with the same composed readiness he would see with any other recruit.

After a couple of moments of you continuing to stand at attention, he dejectedly sighs an ‘At Ease’ and waits for you to continue with whatever you came to inform him of.

At the words, your stiff posture relaxes and you return your arms to rest behind your back.

A few seconds pass in awkward silence.

You.. you had to do this before you lost your nerve.

How long have you been standing there staring at him?

You open your mouth to speak, but the words tangle together on your tongue before you could say them. So you clear your throat once, then twice, and try again, surer this time. “Permission, Captain, to do something stupid?”

He was struck with confused amusement for a moment and took a second to study you, deciding whether or not to humor you and your unusual request. And after what felt like an eternity (see: one minute), he gave in and replied with a cautious, “You may.”

You nodded gingerly and began to make your way closer to him, nearly shaking with each step. What you were about to do could get you into a whole world of trouble if things didn't go right. And that, coupled with the fact that you were now standing so close to him you could see the subtle shift of his eyes as they flickered back and forth between your own– you were surprised you hadn't melted into a puddle where you stood.

It was now or never.

Before you could break your resolve, you lurched forward and enveloped him in a hug. As sturdy and as comforting as you could, you wind your arms around his midsection and held him, hiding your face in his chest.

You felt him release a long, tired breath, and the deep vibrations ripple through his chest where you rested your head and ricochet through you. His soft baritone warmed you down to your toes.

“Y/n, what are you doing?”

You wound your arms around his midsection a little bit tighter, a little more snug, and took a deep breath in, trying to steady yourself, “Something stupid.”

The soft, earthy scent of his cologne did wonders to distract you from the situation you had made. You unconsciously press your face deeper into his chest, chasing the scent when you realized just what you were doing and stopped yourself from going any further.

A few seconds passed with nothing but silence–you standing in awkward anticipation for his reaction to your oh-so grand idea. And you began your mental spiral because oh gosh, oh Gosh, THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA-

“Please do not forget,” his words snapped you back to reality, and you’re eyes met as you chanced a peek up to his face, “We are in a fairly popular conference room of the Galaxy Garrison– the highest distinguished aerospace sector in the country, maybe even the world-”

You felt something in you shatter at that and began to lower your arms from him in embarrassment and dejection.

“Needless to say,” he released a sigh again, then began to wrap his arms around your shoulders cradling you to himself as he relaxed into the embrace, “This behavior is very, very inappropriate.”

What he was saying would have –should have– on any other occasion, made you come to your senses and immediately apologize for your actions. Yet the feeling of his voice, smooth like velvet, and the warm embrace of his smile wrapping around each word he spoke lulled you to fall deeper into him.

Isn’t this backwards? Wasn’t this whole idea to get him to relax?

And yet here you were, being held and swayed, nearly falling asleep on your feet in the middle of this empty conference room.

And yet, you realized as he gently rubbed your back, you couldn’t care any less.

#shiro x reader #takashi shirogane #takashi x reader #hug #fluff #shiro #oof #and there you have it #I #I think this was supposed to be longer #and a little bit more angsty #but I have no idea #anyways! enjoy!#voltron #voltron legendary defenders #vld #x reader

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killjoy--detective · 9 months

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ASK BOX: OPEN

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MUSE: SHIROGANE NAOTO

SOURCE: Persona 4

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bubble-booty-cuties · 3 years

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Yesterday, the bindings on Naoto's ass came a bit loose, which seemed to distract Senpai when she subtly probed him for info (read: had a steamy makeout/petting session with him at school). Thinking she could get him to slip up and reveal something, Naoto not only ditched them entirely, she wore her tightest, ass-huggingest pants. Unfortunately, she didn't how much the attention she's getting turned her on, or how sensitive her ass really was, until Senpai had gotten his hands on them.

Once again, I took this ask and turned it into something bigger, sorry if you were hoping for something else!

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"Y-Yes Niijima-San.. Yes, I know.. I require a bit more time before I can show you anything concrete, but I promise you, I am very close to cracking this case wide open! I need only find my in, and I will have my suspect! Yes, I won't fail!" With a tap of her phone the call was ended, and Naoto looked straight ahead towards her destination.

Well, she tried to at least, currently she was doing her absolute best to turn invisible in the middle of a busy backstreet, and failing, unsurprisingly.

Even as she looked down low at the ground, hiding her face behind the rim of her hat, the echoes of her own high heels clacking against the stone ground reverberated loudly, and she could hear every one of her steps. Though she was having a bit of trouble, she'd quickly grown used to the shoes and her pace was quick, hoping to reach Leblanc with some ounce of dignity left, at least.

And why was she dressed in such eye catchingly blue, high heeled shoes? Well, it was to accentuate the rest of her outfit, something Ann had managed to drill into her when she'd made her purchase the shoes on one of their outings. For the shoes matched her dark blue button up shirt, blending wonderfully with her own hair. And they even matched her deep blue lipstick covered lips.

Of course, that was just about the most normal part of her outfit. Foregoing her chest binder once again, her plump, perky breasts bounced freely with each long stride of her long legs, straining against her shirt and revealing her deep, creamy pale valley of cleavage that not only stretched out her shirt, but pressed her erect nipples against the soft fabric, making each move a slight, shiver inducing feeling of fabric against sensitive nubs.

Naoto cursed silently as another man passing by tripped and stared like she was the first woman he'd ever seen, his head following her even as she passed by, no doubt looking at her massive, wobbly globes of meaty ass hang out of her extremely tiny, slutty jean booty shorts. Did she forget to mention the shorts? How silly of her, it wasn't as if she felt like she was walking around in nothing but a thong in public with the chill to match.

And speaking of thongs, hers hugged her hips high above where the shorts ended, putting together the perfect slutty image that she regretted she pulled off so well. Damn her naturally curvy figure. Damn her perky, ballooning tits that even Makoto looked jealous of when she saw how they naturally stayed perky. And damn her massive, round, bouncy butt that she could literally feel jiggling with every step!

Why couldn't things have been easy and she was just small? No, she had to be short AND stacked. Even her thighs were plump and meaty, something that made all kinds of men stare. She swore her face would catch fire if one more man whistled after her. But she was so close, so close to Leblanc and so close to making Senpai confess to his crimes!

That's what all of this was for! She had to keep reminding herself, even as her shorts rode up between her perfectly meaty, fat, giant cheeks like a second skin, like a thong, and even as she convinced herself that NO she wasn't wet. You have no proof otherwise! Senpai's weakness, that's what this was! He talked more when she'd dressed like this, talked more when he had her on the ropes doing lewd things to her, talked more into her ear while he was fingering her holes then he ever had before!

That was her chance, she had to make him talk through any means necessary! And if that meant dressing like a five dollar whore for him to toy with while he finally slipped up and spoke of his status as the head of the Phantom Thieves, then goddamnit that's what she was going to do! She was a Shirogane Detective, and she would do what it takes!

"But maybe I should have at least brought a coat.." She muttered to herself as she finally made it to Leblanc's front door, the sign reading closed, but the lights on inside. She'd texted him, told him she'd be coming over, so surely the door was unlocked? At least that meant she wouldn't have to be gawked at by men on the street, but perhaps the alternative of being toyed with and.. Licked was the wasn't the lesser of the two evils..

Bells rung out above her head as she pushed her way inside, making sure the door behind her shut and locked, just so she and him were left alone, and no one walked in while she was dressed this way.

"Senpai? I'm, um, I'm here!" The detective however got no response, the cafe lit up, but seemingly quiet.

"Senpai?" She called out again, hoping for a reply. With a cautious step, Naoto stepped deeper into the cafe and towards the stairs of the attic, where her suspect's room was.

"Hello? The door was unlocked so I let myself in!" She called out just as she made it to the top of the stairs, just to see.. Nothing. The young man was nowhere in sight. Not even his feline companion was in his room.

"What? But he knew I was coming over. Perhaps I should try his cell-Ah!!"

"Why don't we skip to the fun part?"

Naoto squealed yelled in fright as she felt the large, warm hand of her Senpai suddenly smack grip her bubble butt as hard as he could, his other arm snaking around her slim waist and hugging her back closely to his chest, and she didn't even hear his footsteps coming up the stairs! H-How did he sneak up on her?!

"S-Senpai! How did you-? N-No, it doesn't matter, I've come to talk with you!" Naoto tried her best to relax against the young man, but she usually found it difficult when he was groping and mauling her fat ass like a stress toy.

"You came to talk," He started, plainly, evenly, even as he felt p her curves. He simply talked gently into her ear. "You came to talk, dressed in this?"

"I-I.." Naoto froze, looking down at her own clothes, her own perky breasts, feeling her own heat racing. Was it excitement? Was it worry? Why were things never easy with him..? "I need to ask you a few questions, S-Senpai.."

"Sure." Was all she heard as he began kissing the side of her neck, one of his hands snaking down between her thighs in the way it always did when they were alone, in the way that made her spread her legs for him instinctively.. Pushing her pelvis against his hand as if to invite him inside of her..

N-No! Focus! The bluenette detective bit her lip, her face bright red once again, and she tried her best to focus on anything but the pleasure of his fingers.

"Senpai, where were you on-Aah~!" His fingers hooked against her inner walls, and she was gently lead to his bed in the corner of the room, pushed slowly, her high heels clacking loudly. "Wh-Where were you on the night o-of October 8th?"

The young man froze for a second, his fingers paused in her folds, before continuing the next, so quickly she almost didn't catch it, but she did, and she wasn't sure what emotion filled her in that moment.

"With my friends." Was all he said as they both got on their knees on the bed.

"Wh-Where, Senpai?"

"Here and there."

Naoto had to actively rip her mind away from the hope that he was going to bend her over and eat her out again, she had to stop herself from looking forward to the feeling of his face between her- Stop! She's so close! She can feel it!

"Plea-Mmh~! Please answer the question, S-Senpai!" She needed to know! She.. Fuck, why was it so hard to focus when he was so close?! She couldn't even think of what else to ask, her practiced questions, her traps she had thought up for days! Not when he was so close to bending her over once again, not when she wanted to feel his tongue slither passed her tight pucker once more!

That feeling of his tongue inside her ass, it was.. Damnit she'd resorted to fingering her own backdoor on nights he'd teased her just to leave her alone! Her face burned, her lower lips burned with need even more, and all she could remember was that she needed to know the answer to that one damn question!

And then he stopped, with them both on their knees on the bed, he'd stopped his fingers from toying with her, and he pulled away from her sensitive neck to talk into her ear.

"How about a wager?" Naoto's eyes shot open from their clenched shut state in surprise. "If you win, I'll answer any question you want with the truth-"

The detective's heart raced in her chest, the whole truth, there, right there within her grasp.

"And if I win, you have to answer any question I want, with the full truth."

"Wh-What's the wager..?" Whatever it was, she needed to try, she's so close, she could feel it.

"Simple. The first one to cum loses." Excited butterflies bubbled up in her tummy, but just so did trepidation. She'd never made him cum, he'd only ever toyed with her, made her scream, or made her.. Make a mess..

"B-But how am I supposed to.. I-I've never made you.." She trailed off, the words burning in her mouth, but she was far to embarrassed to tell him to his face she wanted to know how to make him cum.

"It wouldn't be fair if we weren't both having fun," He whispered even closer, making her shiver and squirm in place. "So you're going to bend over, and I'm going to fuck you."

"Wh-What?!" Naoto wasn't stupid, she was a Shirogane detective for christ's sake, she had questioned why he'd never tried to go the next step, why he'd never.. Bent her over and fucked her. And on those steamy nights alone, she'd fantasized about it, wondered what it was like..

"Your choice. You can leave if you want." His hands slid down her sides to grab her wide hips, pulling her plump, jiggly ass back against his covered cock, straight up showing her that he was ready to rail her, much to her burning hot embarrassment. "Or, you can get on all fours, and I'm going to rail your ass 'till you're squealing."

He was plain, as usual, and she doubted he was much for negotiating his terms right now. The choices were simple. Leave, or let him fuck her from behind. The choice was obvious.

Slowly, on shaky legs and arms, Naoto leaned forward onto all fours on the bed, laying her well endowed chest down low on the bed, and raising her extra meaty, plump ass high up into the air, those tiny booty shorts riding up deep between the valley of her ass, both hefty cheeks wobbling as she got comfortable in her new position.

Looking back over her shoulder, Naoto's pretty face looked more feminine then ever as she gently held the pillow for comfort, her hat hiding one eye as the other looked at him with excitement and worry. And her voice broke the tension in a way that reminded him who she was, so soft and girly.

"P-Please be gentle, S-Senpai..~"

Joker's cock nearly broke passed his belt as all the blood in his body raced to his appendage at once, his cool guy act all but gone and replaced with pure, red hot horny at the sight of that massive fucking ass wobbling like jello on one of the cutest girls he's ever met. How could she expect him to be gentle after that?!

"S-Senpai~!" Naoto squeaked out as she felt the man smack her ass as hard as he could, he heart beating out of her chest as that feeling of pleasure from a spank came back 10 fold. But she wasn't focused on that. No, she was focused on the fat, raging, throbbing, veiny slap of meat that just slapped down on her ass with a weighty thud, the first cock she'd ever seen in person and it looked hard enough to cut glass, and felt like a bat as it slapped down between her warm cheeks.

Th-That was going in her backdoor? It was throbbing and twitching with need, and it looked so huge, thick and long! And it was so hot! Naoto already felt heated and steamy in the young man's bed, her cheeks lightly peppered with beads of sweat, but the warmth between her cheeks now was like an oven with that fat cock squished between them.

And it was squished between them, sandwiched in between those meaty buns like it belonged, the first thing she'd felt him do was press his cock deeper in her newly slippery valley of heat, and now the head of his cock was almost the only thing visible as it poked out passed her cheeks and over her lower back.

Naoto bit her lip to fight back the adorable little noises she threatened to make as she felt her Senpai grab her asscheeks, squishing her globes together like balls of dough, with his veiny cock right in the middle. And finally, she felt her body lightly rock on the bed as he began thrusting his cock between her sweat slicked cheeks.

"Ahaaa~! Senpai~!" She could feel his thrusts grow faster between her cheeks, and she could only think about how her Senpai was using her pillowy butt like an onahole! B-But, she remembered the wager, if she could m-make him cum first, then she'd win!

With a peptalk and hope not a single soul could see her besides the obvious, Naoto braced herself against the bed and did what she'd seen Ann and even Futaba do a number of times before.. With a bounce of her extra wide birthing hips, Naoto started twerking her massive fat ass on her Senpai's c-cock! Each and every twerk of her hips made her ass jiggle and ripple like two massive water balloons, her cheeks clapping against his hips heftily as he let go of her and let her work.

Naoto had never felt this way before, the embarrassment was like a forest fire against her pretty face, and she'd wondered if she ever saw herself doing something so.. so.. Lewd! But, the moment she heard the deep, masculine, pleasured grown of the young man behind her, Naoto felt.. Sexy.. She felt good knowing her extra plump rear was good for something other then ripping open her favorite trousers.. That groan was from her twerking on her Senpai's dick, from her making him feel good, and she just couldn't stop herself from slipping her own hand down the front of her shorts, toying with herself at the feeling of his cock between her sweaty cheeks.

The plapping of her cheeks against his hips echoed in the room as the young man groaned in pleasure, and once more the harsh sound of him smacking her fat ass and her high pitched squeal filled the room instead.

"A-Aaah~! I-It's okay, S-Senpai~! You can c-.. Cum whenever you w-want~!" Naoto tried to sound sexy, anything she could to make him cum early, to win the wager, but one look back at that throbbing beast between her cheeks and the look in his eyes made her realize he wasn't anywhere close to being done.

Suddenly, Naoto felt the man pull his cock free from her her warmth and felt him grab her booty shorts, yanking the poor excuse for pants down around her thighs and down onto the bed below, leaving her extra fat ass bare of all but her tiny blue thong that couldn't hope to hide her jiggly cheeks, let alone the cute little twitching pucker between them.

"W-Wait, S-Senpai-!" Naoto squeaked in ways she didn't wanna think about tonight, her voice high and feminine, pretty and girly, and she sounded so needy it hurt to think about. But what else was she supposed to do when she felt the tip of her Senpai's cock slid up and down her cheeks, pressing lightly against the fabric between his cock and her pink ring, as if taunting her.

"Senpai, pl-please, just-" Naoto pushed her face in deeper to the pillow when she felt him grab her thong and pull it out from between her cheeks, not even taking them off, just pulling the small blue string to the side, catching on her plump cheek. And with two jiggly handfuls, the young man pulled her cheeks apart and once again was greeted with a front row seat of her needy, wet, twitching holes.

"P..Please don't stare Senpai.." Naoto's gasping breaths were quick and uneasy as the gravity of her position finally set in, and she knew her Senpai was looking at at her little backdoor, with his member hard and waiting for it's chance to enter inside of her.

"You're so pretty, Naoto."

It was those simple, quiet words that made Naoto push her face into her pillow in embarrassment, warmth spreading in her chest at the compliment.

"It's why you can't expect me to hold back."

"A-Aaah~!" It was a sudden, warm, wet pressure against her back door that made her clenched eyes shoot open in surprise, the feeling of his broad, throbbing hard tip against her tight little pucker was as pleasurable as it was shocking. There was a slight amount of pain, a feeling of something so big pushing into her that only his tongue and her own fingers had gotten into, but it wasn't unbearable.

Certainly, that didn't stop Naoto from gripping the pillow and sheets as tight as she could as the pressure against her asshole only got stronger, and she felt the warm precum drip out onto her ring of muscle.

He was slow but firm, and just like that, with a wet little plop, Naoto's anal cherry was popped, and her tiny asshole spread and clenched around the tip of her Senpai's cock, feeling bigger then it ever had before.

"S-Senpaiii~!" There was a dull pain that mixed in with radiating warmth and pleasure, and the tip of his cock throbbed and twitched inside of her, completely still as the man stopped his push to slide his hands up from holding her cheeks open, to holding her wide, sultry hips like handle bars. And it was all the break she got before he started right back up again.

"Ha-Haaaa~! S-Senpai~! You're so-!" Deep, that's all she could think of, as inch after inch of thick, throbbing, veiny cock slid passed her stretched little ring and into her warm little asshole, inch after inch filled her and reached places she'd never felt before. There was pain, but it was deeply overshadowed by an intense, blistering hot feeling of pleasure and fullness as he plundered her insides, making sure she couldn't pull away even if she tried by pulling her wide hips back to meet his narrow ones, watching her extra fat ass swallow up his dick hungrily while she made the most adorable noises ever.

And just as she felt like his cock was reaching her very core, making her head spin, it stopped, and she felt her wobbly cheeks meet his with a small clap of flesh on flesh, his balls nuzzled comfortably against her wet, dripping lower lips and reminding her that it wasn't just an endless ladder, and her Senpai was officially balls deep in her rear.

He groaned, and twitched, and throbbed, and she could feel her own hole clenching and squeezing from the new and strange feeling of being absolutely filled. Naoto's eyes were practically rolled up into her head as she pressed her teeth into the pillow in front of her, and that was before the sudden and breathtaking feeling of him slowly pulling his cock back out of her almost sore already asshole.

Every inch leaving made her feel more empty then ever before, not unpleasant, but she had just gotten used to having his cock inside of her, and now he was pulling it out until just the tip was left inside. And then, with her legs quaking under her fat ass, she felt him press his hips forward once again, but gone was his gentle care and slow pace, instead she felt like he was trying to force his dick back inside of her, quicker, harder. Not so fast, but certainly enough to make her, well, scream.

"Aaaaaah~!! S-Senpai~!!" Her high pitched scream was muffled by the pillow in front of her mouth as he once again bottomed out sinde of her ass with another meaty clap of her ass, much louder and harsher then before, not taking a second of hesitation before she was ince again pleasurably tortured by that feeling of him pulling out of her ass inch by inch, just for him to actually pull her wide hips back to meet his hard, firm thrust.

All things considered it was a moderate pace, thrusting his hips forward in long, hard strokes while pulling her fat ass back to meet him halfway, a nice rhythm of her ass clapping heavily back against his pelvis, weighty cheeks rippling and wobbling like two massive waterballoons as he fucked her ass.

For Naoto however, the virgin felt like her asshole was on fire, and she had no idea this was a slow pace. Instead, Naoto's body rocked back and forth on the bed, her much smaller and lighter frame bouncing forward and back to the strong thrusts while she almost lost her mind to feeling of getting fucked like a bitch, face down with her ass raised high for her Senpai.

"H-Hhnnng~!! Hng~!! Hngk~!! Hnnngggk~!!" The pillow between her clenched teeth muffled her squeaks and squeals, her own juices pouring down her thighs as tears formed in her pretty blue-grey eyes. Oh god, she.. She was getting fucked by her Senpai, she was bent over on all fours getting fucked by her Senpai and she could barely remember where she was!

The harsh smack of his hand meeting her meaty bubble butt echoed even louder then the clapping of her cheeks, her globe of pale flesh rippling on impact and wobbling for seconds after as she squealed loudly at the feeling of getting fucked and spanked at the same time.

"Fuck! Your ass is so tight!"

Naoto almost didn't register it, her Senpai's voice was deep and guttural, labored as he pounded her ass like a slow drum, and she could feel herself shiver at the idea.. The idea he was feeling so good from using her hole~

And that's when she felt the young man grab her wrist, yanking it away from sheets and using it like like a handle, yanking her face up and out of the pillow while the other stabilized her rocking body. Of course, that just meant she couldn't hide her bright red, beautiful face in the sheets, or her pretty voice~

"Aaaaaah~!!! Ah~!! Ah~!! Ah~!! S-Senpai~!! Y-You feel s-so-Aaah~!!" She looked back at him, tears of pleasure shining in her eye as her pretty voice chimed so loudly when not muffled, and it was all that the young man needed to snap.

Grabbing her other arm, the young man pulled her entire body back against his hips and her fat ass onto his cock, slamming forward far harder then he had before, catching her completely by surprise as she was suddenly not in control of her own body at all, her arms bound and pulled behind her, and her whole body now at the mercy of her Senpai. The feeling was exciting yet scary, but not nearly as exciting as the sudden strength in his hips, slamming against her bubbly cheeks harder then she thought he could. And she soon realized she knew very little about how rough sex could actually be.

Suddenly her Senpai yanked his cock out of her already abused whole like it was stuck, before jamming his cock into her asshole like it barely fit before, yanking her entire body back to meet his extremely hard thrust before doing it again even faster, and it was this sudden and brutal pace that made Naoto's eyes roll up completely as her tongue hung out of her mouth.

"Senpai~!!! S-Senpai~!!! Ghaaaa~!! Haaaa~!!!" The young man's blistering pace turned her detective brain into a slutty mush as he brutalized her previously virgin asshole, her meaty, wobbly, planetary globes of creamy smooth flesh clapping like a drum so hard and fast it was a wonder if anyone could hear it outside, along with the squeaking bed and her slutty squeals of pleasure.

In the back of her mind she wondered if this was what it was like to be a whore, to be used by a man who wanted nothing more then to watch her fat cheeks jiggle and ripple around his cock while he ripped the screams of pleasure from her throat, just to dump the contents of his balls inside of her. It was the last vestige of her inquisitive mind, but even that soon shattered along with the buttons of her blue shirt, the small bits of plastic popping off as her plump, perky tits sprang free, swinging and bouncing freely beneath her chest as her whole body bounced and rocked back and forth.

Sweat dripped down each and every curve of her body, the heat in her core as sweltering as the heat around her, and it was there that the young man suddenly let go of her arms to grab a fist full of her partly long hair instead, her hat skewing forward on her head to cover her vision partly, rocking, bouncing, and teetering on her head dangerously. It was a wonder it hadn't already fallen off, but she wasn't focused on that, not when the brutal, feral pounding of her asshole made her clench hard around her Senpai's cock, and the moment she felt the man smack her fat cheek harder then it'd ever been smacked before, something inside of her snapped, broke, and suddenly she felt a rushing pleasure overtake her entire body and she saw stars for a few seconds. Not to mention her squeal.

"AAAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhhh~!!!!!" Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours as her entire body shook and writhed in pure, white hot, mind melting pleasure, and the feeling of her Senpai's cock still slamming in balls deep into her tiny clenching asshole only made it last longer, hit harder, and she could feel something spray across her meaty thighs and make a mess of the bed below her. Drool dripped down her chin and she felt a tear fall down her face as well, and every single fiber of her being was on fire.

And suddenly, it all stopped, and she felt the young man behind her let go of her hair and hips, yank his cock free from her little gaping asshole, and let her fall face down onto the bed, her shock overtaking her for a second as her body screamed out for more! There had to be more! He wasn't done yet right?! He hasn't cum, he can keep going!

Naoto looked back at the man with almost desperate surprise, rising to her hands and knees shakily, looking almost pleadingly at his lubed, throbbing, shining cock before looking up at him.

"S-Senpai, wh-what-?"

"You lost the wager."

What?

"You lost, and now you have to tell the truth."

"I-I don't under-"

"Tell me what you want."

What did she want? What did he mean what did she want?! She wanted to know.. something. She- What did she-? N-No, she wanted-! She wanted-!

"I-I want.. I want.."

"I-I want you to f-fuck my a-ass~!! P-Please Senpai, f-fuck my ass m-more~!!" Naoto needed more~! She felt so empty, shame and embarrassment made her face light up and almost steam, but she couldn't hold back anymore, not when she felt so lightheaded, not when his cock was still so hard~!

The needy detective bit her lip in desperation as she reached back and took both of her creamy globes in her hands, spreading her fat cheeks apart while looking back at her Senpai, panting and gasping while revealing her own tiny, winking, slightly gaped, slippery little backdoor~!

"Please~!! I-I need Senpai's c-cock~!!" She didn't care anymore~! She needed to be fucked again~! She needed that feeling of being filled, she needed to feel him fuck her ass so hard she could barely think~! "Fuck my ass~!!"

All it took was a grab of her wide hips and a slam of his as hard as he could before Naoto felt his balls slap against her dripping cunt, slamming in nuts deep into her needy asshole while her cheeks rippled from the meaty clap~! And Naoto once again made that slutty face she tried to hide, but she kept herself held up, didn't put her face in the pillow~! Her Senpai wanted to hear her, it's why he did it before right~? And she squealed just as loud as she did before~!

"Y-YEESS~!!!" There was no build up, Naoto's entire body rocked as hard as before as her Senpai fucked her fat ass, brutally railing her tiny little pink pucker like a jackhammer, but this time he was met by the slutty sight of the little detective throwing her fat ass back on his cock, bouncing her cheeks back against his hips and making sure every single inch was as deep as could possibly be!

"F-Fuck me~!! Aaaah~!!! Fuck me Senpai~!!" Stars exploded across her vision with every single brutal slam of his hips, and Naoto had the sluttiest look she'd ever had on her face, her eyes rolled up while she squealed happily out for more.

Naoto suddenly felt the young man's weight push harder into his thrusts as he reached forward and began mauling her fat tits, groping and squeezing them so hard she almost winced, from pain and pleasure both at once, and she could only grit her teeth s=to stop herself from screaming so loud it broke the window near them as he pulled and twisted one of her sensitive little nubs~!

"Tell me what you are!!"

What she was~? Naoto could barely remember her name, but she knew what she was, she was a whore~!! She was a nasty, needy whore~! That's what women like her were right~? Women who loved getting fucked up the ass like this were-

"I-I'm a whore~!! I'm a n-nasty whore~!!" Naoto couldn't hold on, she fell forward onto chest and her Senpai followed her down, slamming his cock down hard into her little asshole one last time like a feral beast, ruining her tiny previously virgin tunnel in a prone bone that left the room spinning for the little detective. Leverage worked against her in the best way possible, and her fat ass rippled and wobbled like two massive water beds, both meaty cheeks shining with sweat as he hooked her legs open permanently with his own, making sure she couldn't curl up even if she wanted to. And all she could feel was her Senpai's weight and heat on her body while she was fucked into a squealing puddle.

"You're my whore!! My personal whore!!"

"YES~!! I'm your whore~!!! I'm Senpai's anal whore~!!!" She could do nothing but lay there and take his cock like a whore, it's what she was~!! A whore for cock~!! Cum squirted out of her untouched cunt over and over all over her thighs and the sheets as he slammed in like a jackhammer, she swore she heard something under the bed break as she almost blacked out, screaming so loud she felt her own throat hurt before he finally slammed into her slutty little love tunnel one last fucking time, and she was so suddenly filled with a boiling hot, bubbly sticky heat~!!

"AAAAAHHHHHH~!!!!!" Naoto's entire body tensed as she came harder then she ever had in her life~!! The feeling of being filled, of practically being bred felt so fucking good, she wanted every single last drop inside of her~!! She wanted to be Senpai's cock warmer~!! She wanted him to fill her asshole with his cum every single day~!!!

And suddenly, it stopped, all of it, the pounding, the squealing, the cumming.. And all that was left was her Senpai suddenly flopping down on top of her, his cock still twitching inside of her hole, spurting the last of his seed, and the only noises filling the room was their panting and gasping.

Naoto felt so small under her Senpai, more feminine then she'd ever felt in her life, so warm and full~ She felt.. She didn't know, but it felt right, almost as right as the butterflies that sprung up in her tummy as the young man wrapped his arms around her small waist and held her gently, laying them both to their sides on the bed and pulling her as close as he could against his chest, his face buried in her hair behind her.

She felt so light, and happy~ So.. Sleepy~ Darkness slowly covered her eyes, or were those her eyelids, and she felt her entire body relax against the young man behind her~ And she remembered she was supposed to tel the truth~? Or something~? Well she knew what the truth was~

Sleep finally came for the small detective as she mumbled what was in her mind~

"I love you Senpai~"

Soft snores was the only thing that filled the room now, and the young man wasn't far behind, putting his glasses to the side and shutting off the lights. He'd have to say it back to her tomorrow.

Though he was worried how she'd react when she found out she needed to walk to school the next day wearing what she came over in, with a limp.. And he wondered how Sojiro would react when he saw them both coming down the stairs..

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methoxyethane · 3 years

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Someone had been creeping up on Lance’s high scores lately.

Lance had been going to this arcade since he was ten years old, back when all the best games were just being installed like Ms. Pac-Man and Galaga. Now half the games had changed but Lance’s favorites were still around, and he had been working on beating his own high scores for the last seven years - as well as mastering every new game that came in.

Lance was so familiar with this arcade, his home turf, that he even knew all of the regulars by face, and most by name. So when a new guy started looming around and a new set of initials started climbing their way up the leaderboard, it was easy to connect one dot with two.

The guy he suspected was here now, focused on a game of Afterburner, leaning over the game just enough to make his red leather jacket ride up so Lance could see the shape of his ass in tight black denim. Not that Lance typically spent a whole lot of time looking at dude’s asses, but. When perfection was in front of you, it warranted notice.

Speaking of perfection, this guy was totally making Afterburner his bitch. Lance watched him from behind, annihilating enemy ships and smoothly flying through the skies, dodging enemy fire without so much as skimming the ground as it flipped upside down and back again.

“You’re pretty good,” Lance said after a while, leaning up against the arcade machine to get his attention. “You’re KKS, right?”

The newcomer - KKS - nodded. “Keith Kogane-Shirogane,” he said, eyes not peeling away from the screen as he blew a dismissive bubble of pink gum out of his mouth.

Lance whistled. “Quite a mouthful. Mind if I just call you Keith?”

“If you feel the need to talk to me,” was Keith’s clipped reply.

Lance grinned to himself. He wanted to be annoyed at this guy's dismissive attitude, but instead all Lance could think was that that eyeliner looked really cute on him. Made him look like some kind of hard rock punk kitten. Even his standoffish vibe was kind of working for Lance.

Did he dare try to pick up a dude at his regular hangout spot, though? Did he want everyone in the arcade to know he liked men?

“What about you?” Keith asked through his bubblegum. “You got a name, or are you just some kind of creep?”

Yeah, fuck it. If anyone noticed him hitting on Keithy-kitten here and didn’t like it, they could just fuck right off. This was Miami, baby, and anything rolled in the City of Magic. “I’m Lance,” he said, still torn between watching the Afterbuner game Keith was wrecking and Keith’s face as he did it. “Also known as ‘LEM.’”

“I figured,” Keith said, and Lance watched as he divebombed into the ground to take out his last two lives and finish up the game. “If you were anyone else, you wouldn’t be strutting around like you own the place.”

He punched in his initials and finally turned to regard Lance, eyes flickering up and down Lance to give him a good once-over. “So tell me what’s up, Lance? Just come over here to ruin my concentration?”

“You were doing just fine even with me here,” Lance said easily. “I was just wondering if you wanted to play doubles with me. You know, partner up for a few rounds.”

Keith’s bubblegum snapped as he considered, before he shrugged. “If you got the quarters.”

Lance grinned. They went for Pac-Man first, Lance paying for Keith’s game as they both started up on opposite ends of the screen. And if one of them individually was good the two of them together were phenomenal, blasting through levels at top speed and racking up points like they were nothing.

Lance bumped his hips against Keith’s multiple times while they were playing, using the loading screens between levels to flirt with Keith and generally brush against him as much as possible.

They switched over to Galaga after a while, but multiplayer on this game was just taking turns. It left Lance with more time to concentrate on flirting with Keith, testing the limits of what the other gamer would put up with in terms of Lance’s bad pick up lines. Keith didn’t talk much, still chewing absently on his gum as he annihilated his turn at the game, but he didn’t tell Lance to fuck off and sometimes he’d lightly kick at him or bump his hip against Lance’s, which Lance was fairly confident to be his way of flirting back.

“You know, most guys would probably throw the game so I can get my turn faster. If they were trying this hard to impress me.” Keith mentioned idly, leaning against the machine as he waited for his turn.

“How’s that supposed to impress you?” Lance said back, taking his eyes off the game long enough to glance at Keith. “You want someone who will lay down at your feet, or someone you can actually play with?”

Keith smirked, and it looked like Lance had passed whatever test he was playing at. So Lance made his move, abandoning the game mid-level to turn to Keith and ask, “So what does it take for a guy to get your phone number, then?”

Keith stared at him for a long second, considering. Then, he pointed to the wall behind the counter, declaring, “I’ve had my eye on that pink hippo on the wall. Win it for me, and I’ll go out with you.”

Lance’s eyes widened. The hippo on the wall was no joke - the thing was massive, a cheerful pink plush monster with huge smiling jaws, and it cost 3,000 tickets to win.

They’d already earned a few tickets just from goofing off all night. And Lance still had a stash of tickets of his own just from coming here so often, which meant…

Lance nodded firmly. “I’ll win it for you before this place closes tonight.”

A thick black eyebrow raised. “You think you can do it all in one night?” He said, genuinely interested for the first time all night.

“I can’t let you get away, can I?” Lance grinned at him. “I won’t get a chance like this again.”

Keith smiled, leaning himself against the wall. “Well then. I gotta see this.”

It did in fact, take all night. Lance started with skeeball, because it was a fast way to wrack up tickets with his perfect aim. Keith even had the decency to look impressed as Lance scored bullseye after bullseye, until his arms got tired and his aim started to falter.

Other than that his best two games were Duck Hunt and Donkey Kong, and a few hours straining his eyes on each and he finally had the tickets he needed. He slammed them down on the counter fifteen minutes before closing time, pointing to the hippo on the wall with a grin that bordered on feral.

And then the best part happened. Lance handed the stuffed animal off to Keith, who took it iot his arms with wide eyes and a slight bush tinging his cheeks.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you actually got it for me,” he said, actual human emotion in his voice for the first time all night. “It’s so cute…” he rubbed his face against the doll’s, smiling happily as he declared, “And so much softer than he looks. I thought it would be cheap for sure but this is actually a really nice plush.”

He stopped cuddling the doll to blink up at Lance, his blush fully overtaking his face. “I suppose this means I owe you a date.”

“If you have the time,” Lance said casually, fully enjoying everything he learned about Keith as they got to know each other. He knew the guy was cute, but he hadn’t expected THIS level of adorable.

Keith used the free hand not currently cradling an oversized plush to flip his hair off his neck. “You can start by walking me home.”

Offering his arm, Lance escalated his date out of the arcade. “After you, my lovely.

Behind them, the guy at the ticket counter rolled his eyes. No one noticed.

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#klance #80’s AU #drabble

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There always seems to be something comforting about Shirogane at night. The gentle lights, the smell of the ocean on a brisk breeze, distant sounds of waves mingled with the trickling of ponds here and there. She truly had become fond of this faraway place. Eorzea had become too busy for her taste. The hustle and bustle of Limsa Lominsa; the constant movement in Gridania be it the folk who inhabit the area or the trees themselves; and Ul’dah simply felt too stifling after all her adventures there. None of the city states in Eorzea felt like home; not in the way Shirogane was beginning to feel.

The boat that carried them from Kugane to the shores of Shirogane came to a stop alongside the lengthy pier just as a full moon deigned to appear from a break in the clouds. With a glittering ocean around them, Kiri looked to the distant horizon. Shirogane wasn’t the home she knew, but it was a close second. But in that moment, she swore if she were to look hard enough, squint even, she might see a cluster of moonlight jellyfish dancing on the surface of the tides; the kind that frequent the coastal region of her village. They only appeared on nights like this; to absentmindedly bathe in the cold silver glow of the moon. As a youth she had always wondered what that life must be like. To simply exist without thought. To be born from the ocean, live in it, and die peacefully beneath the rolling waves. Was it like sleeping? Do the jellyfish dream in their state of eternal slumber? What then, do they dream of?

A hand on her shoulder startled her.

“Kiri?”

Hien was crouched on the dock beside her, kneeling with an outstretched hand for her to take. “Is aught amiss?”

While his soft eyes skimmed the ocean where she had been vacantly staring, she knew he wouldn’t see what her mind wished her to find out there. The ocean around Kugane and Shirogane, while connected to her own, didn’t seem to harbor the same fauna as she had been so delighted to find in her own village. Maybe one day she could return with Hien in tow. Together they could watch the jellyfish float and twirl beneath a glassy surface, or hear the lullaby of the whales as they traveled endlessly forward.

Kiri shook her head when his attention returned to her, offering him a smile as an apology. “Thinking. Just thinking.”

Overhead the lights of Shirogane had come to life; warm colors dancing like fireflies captured in vibrant paper lanterns. The way the lights softened the angles of Hien’s features had Kiri admiring him as they made their way up from the docks.

Even now, in such a familiar place as Shirogane, his eyes were alight with curiosity. He spoke with such honest excitement as he pulled her from vendor to street vendor in search of a late night snack to share once they returned to the apartments. Telling her the Doman word for simple ingredients or tools used to prepare cuisine unlike that seen in Eorzea. And when his eyes met hers, enchanted by his delight, color dusted the crest of his high cheeks; his hand tightening his hold on hers.

It made her heart flutter, as if a skittish minnow, when he gave her that sunny smile. Her breath caught and heat rose to her cheeks when he moved closer to brush stray hair from her cheek. She wondered, if distantly, what he saw when he looked at her in such ways. Did he know that he made her feel as if a coral reef was coming alive? An orchestra of heartbeats and swimming thoughts.

“Pray, enlighten me.” Hien began now that they had arrived at their final destination for the evening. Once the door was locked behind her, his arms came around her middle to draw her close, regardless of their bagged meal in hand. “You’ve been quiet since our return from Kugane. What has you transfixed, Kiri?”

His hold on her was tight, but certainly not unbearable. Warm and comfortable, actually. She felt herself melt into his embrace, laying her cheek against the crook of his neck. He had the scent of sea water still on his skin, thanks to their beach adventure at the Ruby Sea only hours prior. Her reply was simple as she closed her eyes. “Thoughts.”

“Truly?” He stifled a chuckle by brushing a kiss into her quicksilver hair. “You of all people, lost in thought? What have you done with the real Kiri, you fiend?”

The laughter that rumbled in his chest echoed in her ear. It was music, plain and simple. To hear him talk with such spirit, to hear that genuine humor.

She raised her head, smiling, “A fiend, am I? Then I’ll hear no objections ta’ takin’ yer share of dinner, eh?”

Hien playfully gasped and pulled her closer still, their noses just a whisper away from touching. “I dare you to try.”

Her apartment was small to say the least. But it brought her comfort. They could scarcely stand side by side in the kitchen while preparing their meals, but every exaggerated bump or purposeful brush of a hand only brought about more laughter between the two. While a pan simmered in sauce, the two were delightfully tangled with one another; the lack of counter space soon being remedied by eager hands sweeping aside unnecessary cooking appliances. And while the apartment didn’t have a formal dining area, Kiri sat perched on the counter happily sharing her food with Hien who stood between her legs.

“One day,” he hummed as he took a piece of grilled fish in a pair of chopsticks and brought it to her lips. “I promise to show you how to properly use these.”

“I didn’t ask to be fed, y’know.” Kiri protested, gesturing to a piece of cutlery left abandoned beside the sink. But still she ate the offered piece with only a light huff.

Hien set aside their shared dish and smiled. “And yet you continue to eat. Odd how that happens.” Softly his thumb brushed her bottom lip as he leaned impossibly closer. The heat of his breath whispered at the curve of her neck, the smell of sake so sweet. His free hand came to rest on her waist while tilting her chin up with the other to better examine her features in the low light in the kitchen.

She busied her own hands by tugging at the belt loops of his pants, wishing for a miracle to allow him to be closer than the counter would allow. Mismatched eyes lifted to stare up at the prince through thick lashes and stray silver hair. “If we were to speak of mysteries, dear sir,” Her own voice was a soft whisper now, low and heated. “then pray, explain how we keep endin’ up like this.”

He tilted his head with a knowing look and a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I believe some call it attraction.” Matching her low tone, Hien responded with capturing her mouth in a kiss. Soft, sugar sweet and gentle. But when he drew away, looking at her with hooded eyes, they were both breathless. “But I prefer to call it love.”

“What a poet.” Kiri chuckled before being swept up in another kiss. “You should be a bard.”

To this Hien laughed, leaving a trail of kisses from her lips to her jaw. “Your voice is much more preferable, Kiri.”

Moonlight pooled around them, pouring in from the open windows across the room. The fire in the fireplace had faded to occasionally cracking embers, a trail of haphazardly discarded clothing led from the kitchen to their futon where they had finally retired for the evening in each other's arms. Kiri lay with her head on his chest, listening to the beats of his heart just as she would the waves against the shore. Absently her hand traced outlines of his muscles, following the curve of his chest and occasionally wandering when discovering a scar to outline instead.

She wondered, in her half awake state of mind, what he would dream of that night. Would he see Doma? Perhaps memories of a time long passed. Of her perhaps? As she closed her eyes, she thought again of the jellyfish; the oceans little dreamers. She thought of him and her, standing at the docks of her village, watching a cluster of jellyfish rise to the surface on a clear evening. While the night was peaceful and a hush had fallen over the village, they were still surrounded by all their loved ones. Even Eyriwolk and Lynawyb, who she hadn’t seen for years now were there to greet the two of them. Everyone had gathered to watch the ocean; the one thing that connects them all together.

Before sleep could take her entirely, Kiri realized why Shirogane had come to feel like home to her. It wasn’t Shirogane at all. It was the company she kept that gave her a sense of comfort. A place of safety to be herself and relax from a world trying to kill her. She was home right now, so lovingly held in his arms.

#|| Untold Stories #|| Tiger Prince & the Stray #ffxiv writing #hien x kiri #hien x wol #hien rijin #wolnpc #not me writing about Kiris need for home again #this is such a heavy topic for her #she just wants to belong some where #also all the ocean references aaaaa #such a kiri vibe #to feel like the ocean is home

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So I know it's a niche ship but Komelle has always been a sweet little pairing I've loved since I watched voltron. I just wish they did more to further the two of them together (romantically or friendship idk just wanted more).

Anyways here's and unfinished fic from two years ago when I started writing. Just wanted to put more Komelle into the world.

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Keith was on a mission to reconnect with his estranged mom. Feeling rejected by his friends, he set off on a solo road trip across the country to meet her.

The last thing he imagined was that on the trip back, he would end up being happy for the first time in his life. All it took was his mom, a mutt, and a goofball hitchhiker.

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Keith sat in silence with his newly found mother, Krolia, he learned her name was. When he set out to find her, he was at an all time low in his life. And at twenty one years old, that was saying a lot.

He'd made mistakes before, but he'd never meant to burn bridges. He never meant to throw away everything he had worked so hard to build. But things just didn't go his way. He had no idea what to do next, so he finally decided that he was going to set out to talk to his estranged mother.

The woman who had left him when he was born with just his father. The woman who didn't seek him out when his father died. The woman who didn't want him, didn't need him.

But he packed as much as he could into his rusty pickup truck and said enough with California, and drove to Portland, Maine where he discovered she lived.

After he mustered the courage to knock on the door, things went rather well from him. He was prepared to give her a piece of his mind and tell her off, but when the time came, he couldn't. Keith was just so happy to have found her. And she was nothing like the terrible monster he had created in his head. Krolia for all her faults and mistakes in her youth, was willing to be a part of his life. She wanted to find Keith after she found out his father died but she had heard too late and he was already with the Shiroganes.

While Keith wanted to say that it was no excuse, he couldn't imagine his life without growing up with Shiro and his family. They treated him as their own, and he considered himself a part of their family even if he knew it wasn't true.

The trip back was filled with awkward silence as the two tried to learn more about each other. He'd learned that his mother was a total badass, and a surprisingly great cook. She never married, or had other children, and all around was a great woman. While she couldn't get back the time she'd missed, she wanted him to know that from that point on, she was going to be there.

Somewhere around Indiana they hit a snafu. More specifically, Keith nearly hit a dog. The damn thing sprinted in front of his truck causing him to swerve out of the way and drive straight into a ditch. There they had to get it towed to replace the destroyed tire. Keith could've done it himself had the ruined tire not already been the spare.

Next door there was a local dive bar that Krolia suggested that they check out while they wait for the truck to be fixed. Leaving the shop Keith noticed the dog that had caused this fiasco sitting patiently as if it were waiting for them. "Go away you mutt!" He shouted but it had no effect on the dog. It sat patiently waiting for God knows what.

Forgetting about the dog, Keith followed his mother into the dive bar. Needless to say it was exactly what he expected. Loud drunken local hillbilly types, a bartender that was too pretty to be there, and a few out of place strangers. But one stood out among the rest.

A cute blonde who looked to nervous to be at a place like this. Krolia seemingly sensing Keith's wandering eyes chose to have them sit next to the pretty blonde girl. "Do you mind? These seats aren't taken are they?" She kindly asked the girl.

She shook her head. Krolia sat down and had Keith sit between her and the girl. "What would you like Keith?"

"Ummm a rum and coke," he replied. Krolia chuckled, "just like your father." But as soon as she said it, she realized how much of a mistake it was. They were far to soon in their relationship to talk about him. Keith excused himself for a minute leaving Krolia alone. She let out a large sigh, snagging the lonely girls attention.

"Is everything okay ma'am?" She kindly asked. She had a slight British accent if Krolia was placing it correctly. "No. I'm stuck with my estranged son who hates me. I haven't been part of his life in over twenty years, and now I am. And it's a bit much. For both of us."

"But you're trying right?"

Krolia let out another sigh, "I'm trying harder at this than anything I've ever tried before. But I don't think it's going to be enough."

"Well I think it should be. You have motherly eyes," the girl pointed out and offered Krolia a kind and friendly smile.

"Thank you. And I'm sorry. I'm sure that the last thing you wanted was for some stranger to confide in you. Especially something like this," Krolia laughed a bit.

"Nonsense, I asked you. I'm Romelle," the girl said offering her hand.

"Krolia."

"So Krolia why are you and your son here in the middle of Indiana?"

Krolia filled her in on her and Keith's story. From meeting in Portland, Maine, to hitting the ditch just a few miles down the road.

"It was Kosmo," Romelle said. Krolia looked at her with a confused look. "What's cosmic?"

"No the dog that ran in front of your truck. His name is Kosmo. He's like the towns friendly neighborhood dog. He doesn't have an owner," she explained. By this point, Romelle had taken Keith's seat and drink, due to Krolia's offer.

"He was probably trying to chase a rabbit," she explained, polishing off the last of Keith's rum and coke. "And he was probably trying to apologize to your son when you saw him outside."

"Speaking of Keith," Krolia swiveled in there seat to survey the rest of the bar. "I don't see him."

Krolia paid for the drinks and her and Romelle walked towards the exit in search of Keith.

Much to their surprise, Keith was playing fetch with Kosmo. "Would you look at that," Krolia teased. "I thought you didn't like that mutt."

Keith smiled as Kosmo returned with the stick. Keith bent down to pet his face. "He's a mutt alright. Half amazing, half terrific."

"Parks n Rec," Romelle shouted. "I love that show."

Keith awkwardly smiled at her. "Uhhh hi. I'm Keith."

"Oh I know all about you," Romelle playfully teased. Keith's face started to turn red, thankfully, Krolia stepped in.

"Actually Keith, I was about to buy Romelle here a drink for listening to me ramble on about you. But why don't you do that while I talk to the mechanic." She gave her newfound son a smile and surprisingly he returned it.

"Uhhh yeah sure." He responded as Krolia walked towards him to give him some money. "Play nice, she seems like a sweet girl," she whispered as she handed him the money.

Keith and Rlomelle sat there awkwardly sipping on their respective drinks. A rum and Coke for him, and a vodka cranberry for her. It wasn't the fanciest of bars, but the pretty bartender definitely did make killer drinks. "You're mom's nice," Romelle finally said, breaking the silence between them. He couldn't help but notice her misplaced accent. Certainly foreign.

He awkwardly laughed, "you probably know her better than I do at this point."

"Because you met her a few days ago yeah?"

Keith nearly choked on his own drink. He looked over and saw her with a concerned look in her eyes. "I'm so sorry. It's just that she told me, and i… I shouldn't have brought it up."

"It's okay. It's just… I don't actually know what I'm doing," he said, offering her a reassuring smile. He ordered them both another round, Indiana had very cheap alcohol compared to California. Once the bartender returned with their drinks, he turned his attention back to Romelle. This time he took all of her in. She had beautiful blonde hair that she kept neat and straight with pigtails but not really pigtails, if Keith knew anything about hair other than to wash and occasionally comb it, he would've been able to pinpoint her hair style. But regardless of what style it actually was, he thought she looked beautiful with it. It flowed all the way down to her just above her waist, but it was hard to tell while she was sitting. And while her blonde hair was eye catching, it was the piercing violet eyes that pulled him in. She was truly beautiful.

"I just feel like I should forgive her," he continued once he found his voice again. He was nervous that he may never be able to speak properly in front of her again now that he noticed just how stunning she looked. "But I don't know if I should. She had a chance to find me, but thought it was best to leave me with the family that took me in… that I wasn't good enough." He finished in a whisper, struggling to keep the tears at bay.

Normally he would've called up Allura by this point, telling her everything. If he were still back home in California, he would've driven to Acxa's. She was never one for sharing heart to hearts, but hanging out with her always put his mind at ease. With her, he was able to forget temporarily and just be himself. Hell, he would've called Lance or any of his friends by now, but in typical Keith fashion he blew up at all of them and promptly left the next morning without a word. Some time during the night he mistakenly and drunkenly blocked and deleted all of their contacts, the only thing that kept him in touch with them. He didn't have snapchat, or twitter, or even Instagram. That was all of them. He preferred things the old fashioned way, face to face. That didn't mean he wasn't on Instagram. All his friends had decided to create a hashtag for him under #keithkogane. He loved and missed his friends, but they weren't here. And yet somehow here, in the middle of nowhere Indiana, in some rundown bar, he found himself pouring his soul out to a beautiful girl he just met.

Romelle wasn't too sure what to say. Keith looked completely devastated, and she refused to believe that this man she just met was anything but good enough. Suddenly, the dj started playing a song she's recently started listening to religiously, and an idea came to mind. "I love this song let's dance," she grabbed his arm, not allowing him to say no.

"I don't dance," Keith tried to refute, but the look in Romelle's eyes told him that he was going to lose this fight ten out of ten times. The first few songs weren't that bad, considering they were a variation of country music. Romelle tried to teach him to two step, but in the end he proved that he doesn't dance because he can't. But still, Keith was thoroughly enjoying himself; watching the way Romelle moved with the rhythm, the way she laughed as she was spun around. It wasn't until the latest song had ended that they found themselves back in each other's arms. His smile was much more genuine than when they started. Suddenly the lights dimmed and the beat slowed. (A/N Golden Hour - Kasey Musgraves)

"Surely you can slow dance?" She teased, giving him an out if he wanted. He hadn't slow danced since the senior prom with his date Acxa, and he was so awkward (thankfully, Acxa was just as awkward) that he swore off slow dancing forever. But now, not slow dancing with Romelle was just about the last thing he wanted. Dancing the past hour or so had completely taken his mind off of his situation. For the first time since he left his friends a week and a half ago, he was having fun. And it was all because of her.

Keith pulled Romelle close and they slowly swayed to the soothing beat. Her head rested on his chest as they kept swaying. "I know what you did… And thank you," he whispered into her ear.

"For what?" Romelle asked, obviously playing dumb.

He did his best not to laugh. "The dancing. It's helped. I really appreciate it. You didn't have to do this for a stranger."

"How about a friend?"

Keith didn't respond, instead just closed his eyes and let the music take over. Something about this felt right, and if he wasn't stuck here, he would've been willing to explore this feeling further. "Thirsty?" He heard her ask, and he opened his eyes to look down at her and just stared into her eyes, getting lost in their reflection. It was right then and there that Keith wished more than anything that this was just a dream. If it was, he wouldn't have to leave her so soon.

"That'd be great."

Two more drinks later, courtesy of the bartender who liked Romelle's "sunshiney attitude", Keith finally decided that despite knowing that he would most likely never see this girl again, he wanted to enjoy his time with her. Not wallow in self pity due to their limited time. "So tell me about yourself?"

"What do you want to know?" She asked between sips of her apple Martini.

"What brings you here?" It was the wrong question, he realized too late. The pain in her eyes told him all he needed to know. She was running from something. "I… sorry. You don't need to talk about it."

She smiled, sliding her hand over his. "Thank you."

"So where are you going?" Based on her face, this was a difficult question as well, but not for the reason he thought.

She sighed, "I don't know. I've just been drifting from place to place. But I've been here for about three weeks. I don't know why but something was keeping here and honestly I wasn't sure what it was… until today."

It took Keith by surprise, and he almost pulled his hand away. Instead he switched so his hand rest on top of hers and he gave it a squeeze. "I hope you're right."

Krolia reappeared to a sight that made her smile. He saw the look the two young adults were sharing… comfort and hope. It as perfect picture, in fact she took out her phone and took one. She had decided that she was going to catalog their entire journey back with Keith. She wasn't sure if her son had Instagram, so instead she just used a simple hashtag with his name. And to her surprise, she wasn't the only one that had used that tag. Suddenly she was staring at hundreds of images of her son with his friends. It made her heart melt that despite all his struggles, there were people that cared about him. The most tags came from two girls named Allura and Acxa, and a man named Takashi. Clearly these were three of his closest friends, and she hoped that she could meet them.

She stared at the photo she just took and debated on whether or not to add it to the four other photos she had posted under the hashtag. But she decided against it, this was a private moment between the two of them.

Feeling eyes on them, they snapped out of their reverie and turned to look at who was staring. Keith had forgotten that his mom was even with him, and all of a sudden all his feelings came pouring back in. But seeing the look on her face made them slowly vanish. She was smiling… his mom was smiling at him.

Maybe it was the alcohol finally taking effect, but he swore that he had never been more at peace.

#vld komelle #komelle #keith x romelle #their cute and i love them #can be read as platonic or romantic

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quintessenceofdust73 · 3 years

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Julance 2021 Prompt: Home/Family. Lance invites Pidge to spend time with him and his family in Cuba in this romantic Plance fic. 💚💙 In this excerpt, Pidge and Lance’s parents have a very important conversation which leads to a beautiful bonding moment between Pidge and Lance’s mother. Pidge realizes that Lance’s mother understands him better than anyone else, even Lance himself.

She heard Mr. and Mrs. McClain’s voices from the screened porch where Maria kept her pet birds.

“Katie? We are having our coffee out here. Why don’t you join us, dear?”

When Pidge stepped onto the porch with her pastry and mug, she was greeted by a chorus of chirps and whistles from the parakeets. The African Grey parrot greeted her with the cry of “Hey, pretty lady!”

“Did Lance teach him to say that?” Pidge asked with a giggle. Lance’s parents laughed.

“No, I did,” Lance’s father admitted. “I taught Wingman to talk when little Lancito was just learning to talk himself. I think he may have learned how to flirt from the bird, which may be why he is so bad at it.”

Maria and Pidge chuckled. “Now I know where Lance gets his sense of humor,” Pidge observed, and they laughed again.

“Well if my boy is a shameless ladies’ man, that is my fault. If he is a gentleman, that is all Maria’s doing.”

“He takes after both of you, then,” Pidge replied. Pop Pop thought this was very funny.

“More Maria than me,” he argued. “He is a good boy. We are glad he found a nice girl like you, Katie.”

“You are the answer to a mother’s prayer, my dear,” said Maria kindly.

Pidge blushed. “Thank you.” She smiled at both of Lance’s parents. “And thank you for welcoming me into your home. I have had the time of my life these last few days. It will be difficult to return to life at the Garrison after spending time in such a beautiful place.”

“We were so proud when our boy made it into your escuela de astronautas,” Pop Pop said. “When he went missing it was very difficult for us, especially Maria.” He squeezed his wife’s shoulders.

“I wept every day and prayed every night for his safe return. I prayed for his friend Hunk and you as well, though we did not know each other then. We knew that Hunk Garrett was his best friend since they started at the academia together. Lance wrote to us about what a bright and kind young man he is.”

Pidge nodded in agreement. “Hunk really is a terrific guy.”

“We learned about you from the television,” Pop Pop continued. “We knew of the disappearance of Shirogane, your father, and your brother from the news.”

“An investigation revealed that there was no such person as the boy Pidge Gunderson who disappeared along with our son and his friend,” Maria continued. “When we found out about the conspiracy theories—“

“They said Commander Holt had a little daughter as brilliant as he is. They said she hacked into the government’s computers to find out what happened to her missing father and brother,” her husband added. “They said she cut her hair and disguised herself as a boy and went to space to find them. At first I thought this little girl must be mad, or a genius, or she must love her father and brother so much that she would risk her life to attempt what is not possible. As it turned out, you are all three!”

Pidge laughed. “No argument there.”

“You gave us hope, Katie,” Maria said tearfully. “If your family was still alive, then maybe our son and his friend might be alive a well.”

“Veronica did some investigating of her own,” Mr. McClain continued. “She might have been facing a court martial if they ever found out how many of the rules she broke while trying to find out what happened to her baby brother. She told us what she could, and what she learned helped us to believe that our son might be coming home one day.”

“One of the happiest days of our lives is when the Paladins returned to Earth and we saw our son alive and well.” Maria was crying silently as she spoke. “And we saw for ourselves that the rumors were true about you and your wonderful family. We are honored to have you as a guest in our home.”

“It would be an even greater honor to have you as a member of our family,” said Pop Pop.

Crying happy tears, Pidge got up from her chair and hugged them both.

“Brave girl,” said Wingman. “Smart girl.”

The blue parakeet wolf whistled.

“Pretty lady,” Wingman agreed.

“I think I had best wake our heathen son,” said Pop Pop with a sniffle. “If Marco doesn’t want to go to church, then he can get up and make himself useful around here.”

Pidge knew that this was just an excuse for Lance’s father to leave. He was embarrassed to have cried in front of the women. Maria hugged Pidge again.

“I broke the code before the new year,” Pidge confessed.

Maria smiled, “I told everyone you would.”

“Clever girl,” agreed Wingman.

“It didn’t take long for Lance to figure out what I did. We aren’t very good at keeping secrets from each other.”

“But you are letting him have his fun for twelve days, aren’t you?”

The cockatiel heard “twelve days” and began to whistle the familiar Christmas carol.

“Of course. We agreed that even though I know what he plans to do, I don’t know how he plans to do it. The waiting...the anticipation makes it even more exciting, like when little children count down the days until they get to open their Christmas presents.”

“My Lance cannot keep secrets from his mother either,” Maria said with a gentle smile. “I know that you are the right girl for my son. I know because he has waited so long for you.”

“It’s been a year since we started dating—“ Pidge began.

“Far longer than a year, my dear. He has loved you for many years.”

“Oh, no, he loved Allura before—“

“A school boy’s crush. She is beautiful and brave and kind and as magical as any fairy tale princess. He was under her spell, but that was not love.”

Pidge shook her head. “I don’t understand.”

“Did you know that they were practically forced to go on a date together by their friends? Lance later confessed to me that he didn’t even want to go out with her because he knew even then that he had developed feelings for you. He said it felt like betrayal. The guilt he felt afterwards drove him into a deep depression. He knew he had acted foolishly and almost lost you because of it.”

Pidge’s lips parted and her jaw fell open in surprise. She shook her head. No.

Maria continued, “He was attracted to Allura’s beauty but it was with the raging hormones of a teenage boy who has read too many fantasy stories. He always liked to imagine himself the honorable knight in shining armor who would slay the dragon and marry the princess. That is why he asked her to marry him on the first date. He is a good boy, my Lancito. He knows that sex is a sacred thing between husband and wife. He was trying to honor your princess while satisfying his lust for her.”

Pidge continued to listen in open-mouthed shock.

“I know your princess had her heart broken by that horrible man, Lotor. My son’s kindness to her was a great comfort to her, but she did not love him as more than a friend or as a brother. That is why she let him go, not to break his heart, but to set him free.”

Pidge’s cheeks were tear-streaked as she sat in stunned silence.

“From the moment he returned to us, my son told us of his adventures and of his friends. He admires Shirogane’s leadership and Coran’s kindness. He speaks highly of Keith’s skill as a warrior and as a pilot, and you already know that Hunk is as dear as a brother to him. “

Pidge nodded, still unable to speak, then pressed her lips together.

“He spoke more of you than any other Paladin. He told me of your great courage and determination. He told me of your love of your family and your loyalty to your friends. He told me of your sense of humor and your love of so many of the things that he also enjoys. Most of all he spoke of your intelligence, your sweetness, and your innocence. It took him years to work up the courage to ask you to go on a proper date, and when he finally made you his, he treated you respectfully, didn’t he?”

Read more here...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28003866/chapters/68599143

#julance #julance2021 #lance mcclain #vld lance #pidge #katie holt #plance #flirtyrobot

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A Paladin in the Fire Nation

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Rating: PG

Series: Voltron Legendary Defender/Avatar the Last Airbender

Summary: After the fight with Zarkon, Shiro accidentally gets tossed into another reality where humans have the ability to bend the elements. His best shot at returning home is with someone called the Avatar, while he waits he might as well take on the job of being the Firelord’s bodyguard.

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Shiro had been fearful Jee or Ling would question him further, and he wouldn’t have easy answers for either of them. Thankfully once he was safely back in his cell and his cuffs were removed, Jee instructed Ling to guard him and said nothing else.

The two sat in silence which suited Shiro just fine. It gave him time to think about his situation.

It was possible this was just a planet that had never encountered Voltron or the Galra but they looked like humans, and the guard had even said they were when Shiro asked.

But this place isn’t Earth, he thought. Wish the rest of the team were here.

His fists tightened. Was everyone alright? Did they survive the fight or did Zarkon capture them all and they were-

A gentle growl rumbled through his mind.

Shiro froze. “Black?”

Ling glanced up. “What?”

Shiro choked and waved a hand. “Oh, uh nothing.”

Ling raised an eyebrow, but gave a shrug.

Shiro leaned back and took a deep breath. Black?

Black purred. The voice wasn’t as strong as she normally was, but the fact remained she was still with him.

Okay, so I’m assuming something happened during the fight with Zarkon and I got transported to this place by accident?

The Black Lion purred again.

Is the team alright? Are they safe?

Another confirmed purr came and Shiro breathed just a bit easier.

Alright, so I’m going to assume I’m not on Earth, am I on a different planet?

He felt a growl this time. Then images of the astral plane along with words of ‘different’ and ‘reality’.

Shiro froze. I’m in another reality?b

The Black Lion purred again.

Shiro took a deep breath as he ran a hand through his hair. That was a lot to take in.

Don’t suppose you can send me back?

The Black Lion growled and this time the words ‘too far’ echoed through his head.

“Figures,” Shiro muttered as he crossed his arms. So he was stuck here until he could find some way to get home. His eyes narrowed at the cell bars.

They were just made out of iron. Shiro could break out of this place easily, but he still didn’t know the layout of it. Besides, he had no idea what this reality was like.

I better just lay low until I can figure out what this place is like, Shiro thought as he drummed his fingers against his knee. Not sure how I’m going to do that though unless I get the Firelord to trust me.

Suddenly, he heard a door open. Shiro quietly watched Ling leave, heard mummering and came back with a tray of food.

“Lunch,” she decreed as she took out two bowls for herself and slipped the tray under the cell for Shiro.

Curious, Shiro pulled the tray closer to him. He wasn’t sure what kind of food this place would have.

Let’s see, looks like a kind of soup and-

Shiro blinked. Slowly, he picked up the second bowl and stared amazed at the contents. “Is that rice?”

Ling raised an eyebrow with her own bowl of soup in her hands. “Um, yes, last I checked.”

Shiro took the chopsticks and carefully picked up a mouthful of rice. He almost moaned in pleasure. Shiro had never been a picky eater, but it had been almost two years now since he’d had rice. Hunk would probably be crying if he was here.

Shiro swallowed, only to realize Ling stared at him in puzzlement.

“You..know that rice is overcooked?” she said. “And I’m fairly certain a day old.”

“I...haven’t had rice in a long time,” Shiro said slowly and forced a smile.

He couldn’t exactly explain he hadn’t had rice since he got captured in space.

Ling raised a wary eyebrow as she sat and reached for her bowl of soup.

“You are weird,” Ling replied but then shrugged as she ate more of her meal, “but I’ll take guarding you over having to watch Ozai.” She cringed. “That man gives me the creeps.”

Shiro had no idea who this Ozai was, but kept quiet as he ate another mouth.

Ling sipped her soup, but then coughed. “Arrg, really, they forgot to heat it up again,” she grumbled as she held the bowl over her right hand. “If your soup is cold, I would be willing to warm it up for you.”

“Um, thanks,” Shiro began, “but I don’t-”

A flame ignited in her hand. Shiro froze as the chopsticks slipped from his hand. Ling smiled as she held the bowl over the clearly burning fire in the palm of her hand. Once steam started to rise, the fire went out and she sipped.

“Much better,” she commented and suddenly noticed Shiro staring at her. “What?”

“How..how did you do that?” Shiro said as he pointed.

Ling blinked. “Do..what?”

“Hold a fire in your hand and not have it burn you?” Shiro asked, stunned.

Did these people have some kind of magical ability here?

Ling tilted her head. “Um..I was just bending.”

Shiro continued to blink in puzzlement.

“Fire bending,” Ling continued as she sent down her soup and waved around her arms. “You know bending.”

“I..I really don’t,” Shiro continued. “Is that some kind of spell?”

Ling’s jaw dropped as if Shiro had just said he’d never seen the sky. “What, no! Great Agni, how do you not know what bending is?!”

“For any truth that everyone knows a thousand people learn it everyday.”

Upon hearing the new voice, Ling sprang to her feet and bowed.

“Prince Iroh, forgive me,” she said as she bowed. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

Shiro frowned as the voice approached and saw it was the older man that had sat alongside Zuko earlier from the meeting.

He gave a reassuring smile as he waved at Ling. “Nothing to forgive,” he laughed. “My old bones are not creaky just yet.”

The man then turned to Shiro as he tucked his hands into his long sleeves. “We were not properly introduced,” he greeted. “I am Prince Iroh.”

“Uh..Hello,” Shiro said slowly as he stood and tried to give a bow like Ling had.

If he was stuck in this place, he had to try to stay on good terms with these people. Although, why was this man here?

Iroh nodded and then frowned upon seeing Shiro’s food tray and looked to Ling. “Is that his lunch?”

“It’s what the chef gave me to bring him,” Ling replied with a shrug.

Iroh stroked his beard. “The quality of the food seemed to have degraded since my time in prison.”

Shiro raised an eyebrow. Did he just say prison?

“I will have to have a word with the kitchen later,” Iroh continued as he returned his gaze to Shiro. “It is just as well then that I extend my invention to you.”

Shiro narrowed his eyes. “Invention?”

“To join me for lunch in my chambers,” Iroh said smiling.

Shiro raised and lowered his hand, unsure how to respond. He had wondered if perhaps this was a local custom he wasn’t aware of, but judging by Ling’s equally shocked reaction it likely wasn’t the norm.

“Your chambers?” Ling said. “Sir, the Firelord made it quite clear the intruder was to remain in his cell.”

“I am aware,” Iroh said as he patted her shoulder, “although, I do believe it is not a realistic request.”

“What do you mean?” Ling asked.

Iroh pointed to Shiro. “I mean, I am quite certain this young man could break out of his cell whenever he wished but is only reframing from doing so in order to be customary to us.”

Ling’s eyes widened and glanced into the cell. Shiro rubbed the back of his neck as he gave a sheepish shrug.

“He’s..not wrong,” he said as he held up his cybernetic hand.

“Ah,” Ling replied slowly but then regained composure. “But Firelord Zuko-”

“I will handle him and take full responsibility,” Iroh said with a smile. “Now, can you please release Mister Shirogane?”

Ling looked hesitant and sighed. “Alright, but only if I’m allowed to escort you and him to your room.”

“That would be acceptable,” Iroh said with a smile as he stepped aside.

Shiro watched bewildered as his cell door was opened. He glanced at Iroh and his body tensed as he left. There was no way he was doing this on a lark. The man had to have some ulterior motive.

Ling went to the wall to fetch the handcuffs, but Iroh stopped her.

“There is no need for that,” Iroh insisted.

“But, Prince Iroh,” Ling began but quieted when Iroh shot her a look and pulled back her hand from the wall.

Iroh’s smile brightened as he tucked his hands behind his back. “This way please. I already informed the guards on route to avoid confusion.”

That made Shiro feel a bit more at ease. He’d rather not have the guards jumping at him for ‘escaping’ his cell. However, he still kept vigilant as he followed Iroh and Ling stayed close.

They walked in silence for several minutes until they reached what Shiro could only assume was the destination.

“Thank you, Ling,” Iroh said as he entered. “You may return to your post.”

Ling looked reluctant. “But shouldn’t I stand guard?”

Iroh gave her a smile. “I believe it would be better if you are at the cell in case the Firelord comes, and do not worry there are guards down the hall if I require assistance.”

Ling frowned, but sighed as she gave a bow. “Yes, Sir.” She glared at Shiro and pointed at her eye then his own. “Don’t try anything funny.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Shiro replied as he watched her go.

He debated if now would be a good time to try to escape, but he still didn’t know the layout of the place. Would he get that far?

“If you wish to escape that is fine,” Iroh commented, “but you might as well fill your stomach first.”

Shiro jumped slightly, but quickly regained his composure. No, it wouldn’t do much to escape now. Besides, talking to Iroh might be his best chance at learning more of where exactly he was.

The Black Lion growled in encouragement as Shiro entered.

Iroh’s quarters were certainly larger than Shiro’s cell. There were some furniture items, some states and artwork on the wall. There were maps, but Shiro didn’t recognize any of them. A low table with food and bowls sat in the centre of the room.

Before Shiro could speak Iroh suddenly shoved some articles of clothing into his arms.

“Here, these seem more fitting and comfortable than the robes you were given earlier,” Iroh said and pointed to a folding screen. “Change behind there.”

“Uh, thanks,” Shiro said as he went to where Iroh directed.

Shiro removed the robes but decided to keep on his paladin undergarments for added protection as he slipped on the sleeveless shirt. It was bright red with yellow along the collar and edges. The pants were simple black with a red sash to tie around his waist.

Once he was finished, Shiro stepped out and saw Iroh was sitting at the table. He smiled in approval.

“Ah good,” he said as he reached for empty cups. “I wasn’t sure if they would fit.” He held up a teapot. “How about a fresh cup of tea? It goes well with the komodo chicken.”

“Before that,” Shiro said as he sat across from Iroh, “how about you tell me the reason I’m here.”

Iroh shrugged as he poured a cup. “To have lunch of course.”

Shiro raised an eyebrow. “I’m not familiar with your culture, but I have a hard time believing inviting a stranger to lunch is a tradition here.”

Iroh laughed. “No, not really,” Iroh said as he set down his cup and poured another. “I merely thought this might be a more comfortable setting for asking questions.”

So he’s doing his own interrogation, Shiro thought. That explains a few things.

Iroh held out Shiro’s cup to him, but saw he didn’t move his hand.

“I’m fine, thank you,” Shiro said.

Iroh gave a laugh. “If you are worried I slipped something into the tea, I promise you I didn’t. To ruin tea in such a way would be a disgrace.” He set the cup in front of Shiro before reaching for his own and taking a sip. “Ah, that warms the old spirit.

Shiro frowned and eyed the cup. He should be suspicious, but something told Shiro the old man was being honest.

Gingerly, Shiro picked up the cup and took a sip. He froze as the flavor hit his tongue and old childhood memories struck him. He knew this taste!

“Is this jasmine?” Shiro asked, stunned. This place may be an alternative reality, but Shiro never expected to see so many familiar things from Earth.

Iroh beamed. “Why yes,” he said and laughed. “It is my favorite blend. Fellow tea lover are you?”

“Not really,” Shiro replied as he stared into the cup. “My grandfather drank it all the time when I was a kid.”

There were times Shiro swore his grandfather had tea water instead of blood in his body.

“Oh, a man after my own heart then,” Iroh said as he picked up his chopsticks. “He must have great taste.”

Shiro gave a bittersweet smile. “Yeah, he did.”

Iroh’s smile softened understanding the use of past tense and took a piece of komodo chicken. “Do you have chopsticks where you are from?”

“Yes,” Shiro said as he picked up his set and tried to ignore his stomach growls and gathered his own chicken. “I haven’t used them for awhile though.”

Iroh laughed. “Then it is a good time to practice.”

They then ate and Shiro had to admit the komodo chicken was delicious. It didn’t taste quite like chicken from his reality, but there was an earthiness to it that was intriguing. He felt guilty the other paladins weren’t here to enjoy it, especially Hunk.

I hope they’re alright, Shiro thought as the Black Lion responded with a comforting purr to the thought.

They ate in silence. Shiro assumed Iroh was trying to be polite, but became puzzled when half the food was gone, Iroh set down his chopstick and patted his stomach.

“Nothing like a good meal,” Iroh said as he reached for his tea. “Would you not agree?”

“Yes,” Shiro replied slowly. “It was delicious, thank you.”

Iroh smiled. “Then perhaps I should send us some dessert? I believe there are some tea cakes in the kitchen.”

Shiro frowned as he lowered his own chopsticks. “Um..perhaps we better get to the reason why I’m here.”

Iroh frowned, but then gave a nod. “Yes, of course.” He set down his cup and tucked his hands into his sleeves. “What would you like to know?”

Shiro blinked. “What?”

“I said what would you like to know?” Iroh repeated gently.

Shiro tilted his head. “Like to-” He pointed to himself. “Excuse me, Prince Iroh, I’m confused. You said I was here for an interrogation.”

Iroh shook his head. “No, I said it was to ask questions.” He gestured to Shiro. “And I meant for you to ask me.”

“For me to ask?” Shiro asked.

Iroh nodded as he stroked his beard. “I assumed there would be less confusion if you understood how this world works before the firelord started to question you again.”

Shiro froze and slowly his eyes widened at his meaning. “You..you know?,” he said slowly.

“That you are from another world?” Iroh asked and nodded. “Yes.”

“But how?” Shiro asked.

Iroh’s eyes hardened. “There had been theories in the past that the Spirit World is a gateway to other worlds or even universes very different from ours.” He reached out for his teacup. “Having my own experience with the Spirit World, it’s a theory I fully believe and it explains much of your behaviour and the odd armour we found you wearing.”

Shiro’s eyes narrowed. “So, you’ve never heard of Voltron?”

Iroh shook his head. “No, but let’s set that aside for the moment.” He gave a small smile. “And please call me ‘Iroh’. I do not care much for formalities these days if I don’t need to.”

Shiro’s shoulders relaxed. “In that case, I prefer being called ‘Shiro’.”

“Very well, Shiro,” Iroh said as he poured more tea into his and Shiro’s cups. “So, to ask again, what would you like to ask first?”

Shiro took the cup, took a sip as he thought and then leaned over the table. “Please explain to me what bending is?”

Iroh gave a smile as he began to answer.

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Sokka reached for the last piece of komodo chicken until Toph’s hand took it.

“Hey,” Sokka cried as he watched Toph gulp it down. “I had dibs on that.”

“Really?” Toph said as she swallowed. “I never saw it!”

Sokka glared as she grinned at her own joke before he grumbled.

She snorted as she leaned back. “Besides, you got my tart at breakfast.”

“Because you stole my snack the night before!”

“That doesn’t count! That seal jerky was way too dry!”

“That’s how you know it’s done right!”

A clearing of a throat forced both of them to stop and turned their attention to see Zuko standing in the doorway.

“I have to say, it’s a relief to see the saviors of the world to have grown up into such mature adults,” Zuko said with his arms crossed and he sat down next to Sokka.

Sokka pouted. “You jest but food is a very important discussion and- Toph if you steal my dumpling I swear!”

Zuko sighed as he resisted slapping his hand to his forehead. There were times he had wondered how these guys were some of his best friends? He glanced around and frowned.

“Katara isn’t here?”

“She had to stop by Jang Hui first,” Toph explained. “She wanted to check and see how the river restoration project there was doing.”

“Oh,” Zuko replied softly. “That makes sense.”

Katara was always very passionate about ensuring the small villages of the both Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation got the assistance they needed. It was one of the reasons Zuko had managed to be popular among his lower class subjects and he couldn’t deny Katara held a huge hand in that.

“She’ll be here tomorrow morning,” Sokka replied as he frowned. “So, is everything okay? Your letter just said to get here as soon as possible.”

Zuko sighed as he tucked his hands into his sleeves. “It’s complicated, it might be better to wait until Katara is here so I can just explain it once-”

“We can just repeat things for Sugarqueen,” Toph replied as she sat up and narrowed her eyes. “What’s going on?”

Zuko rubbed his neck. “Intruders have been sneaking into the palace.”

Sokka raised an eyebrow. “What kind of intruders?”

“Not entirely certain but possibly assassins,” Zuko asked but quickly raised a hand, “and before you ask I’m not the target. They haven’t come after me.”

“Well, that’s a relief,” Sokka muttered.

Toph tilted her head. “Then who has been the target?”

Zuko cringed. “It’s Ozai.”

Silence fell upon the room, until Toph flopped back on the floor. “Oh, is that all? I say let them.”

Sokka coughed. “Uh Toph, this is Zuko’s dad we’re talking about here.”

"Who is also the bonehead who burnt off half of Zuko's face. And also tried to burn, what was it," she snapped her fingers, "right, the entire world. I don't have any sympathy for the guy."

“Nor do I,” Zuko replied, “but I can’t sit back and let him be killed in cold blood-”

“Whoa, whoa, let’s backtrack a bit,” Sokka said as he patted Zuko’s shoulder. “When did this start?”

“A couple of months ago,” Zuko replied as Toph sat back up. “The guards located some trespassers, but they escaped. We thought they were simply thieves, but they reappeared a few weeks later.”

“And did you arrest them?” Sokka asked.

“We tried, but they got away again,” Zuko replied as he reached into his pocket and brought up a rolled up parchment. “However, one of them dropped this and it’s a map leading straight to where Ozai is being held.”

Sokka took the map and his eyes narrowed as he rolled it out. “Is it possible they were trying to free him?”

“I had wondered as well,” Zuko replied, “but the intruders were Earth Kingdom, one was even an Earth bender.”

Sokka grasped his chin. “Okay, yeah, can’t see why anyone from the Earth Kingdom would want Ozai free, but it’s not impossible.”

“If you ask me,” Toph said as she leaned forward, “the best way to find out is to let them get near Ozai. They either kill him, or they break him out and then you kill him.” She clapped her hands. “Problem solved!”

Zuko buried his face into his hands. “Toph, I can’t let them kill Ozai.”

“I still have yet to hear a decent reason why?”

“Because he is still a Fire Nation citizen,” Zuko retorted. “Prisoner or not, if I let another nation come in and kill him there’s going to be outrage.” His eyes hardened. “Some would even argue it as an excuse to go to war with the Earth Kingdom again.”

Toph paused and growled. “Alright, fine that’s a good reason.”

Zuko’s shoulders slumped. “Granted, I’m not surprised it’s come to this.”

“What do you mean?”

Zuko shut his eyes. “The other nations have been ‘requesting’ I fully punish my father.”

“But he is punished?” Sokka replied. “He’s in a cell and got his fire bending taken away by Aang.”

“To them it’s not good enough,” Zuko said.

Sokka blinked and then chewed his bottom lip. “You mean execution?”

“The diplomats here aren’t that direct,” Zuko said, “but it’s clear that’s their meaning.”

“Why are they only bringing it up now though?” Sokka said as he reached for his drink. “The war has been over for 3 years.”

“I’m guessing cause it’s been 3 years,” Toph replied, “and they figure things are settled enough for you to do something.”

Zuko nodded.

Sokka drummed his drink as he took a side way glance. “Um...have you..well consider…-”

“I can’t kill him either Sokka,” Zuko said as he stared at the ground.

Sokka sighed. “Look, I get he’s your dad-”

“It’s not just that,” Zuko replied. “Aang didn’t want him to die, remember? He’s the Avatar. How would it look if I go against what the Avatar decreed.”

Toph shut hugged her knees. “Yeah, I can see Twinkletoes not being happy with that, even if it is Ozai.”

The room went quiet for a moment, until Sokka cleared his throat and set down his drink. “Let’s put that heavy stuff aside for a moment.” He looked at Zuko. “These potential assassins, do you know anything else about them?”

Zuko’s smile brightened. “As it so happens we caught one this morning....we think.”

“You think?” Toph replied.

“He looks different from the other intruders,” Zuko continued. “He wore this weird white armour and even has a metal arm.”

“Um..if he looks different how do you know he’s connected to the others?” Sokka asked.

“We found him unconscious in the royal garden,” Zuko replied.

“That only raises more questions,” Sokka replied dryly.

Zuko shook his head. “He claims his name is Takashi Shirogane and that he is a ‘Paladin of Voltron’.”

Both Toph and Sokka gave him baffle looks.

“What the spirits is a Paladin?” Toph asked.

“No idea,” Zuko replied with a shrug.

“And where is this Voltron?” Sokka asked.

Zuko’s frown tightened. “I don’t know and I’ve looked on every Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom map I have.” He had even questioned the map maker of it, but she had never heard of the place either.

“But that’s not the weirdest thing about him,” Zuko continued as he rose.

“How is not knowing where the guy came from not the weirdest thing?” Toph asked.

“I think it’s better if I just showed you,” Zuko said as he tucked his hands into his robes.

He led down the hall, and unlocked the room where the stranger’s armor was currently spread out on the table.

Sokka raised an intrigued eyebrow as he approached and lifted up the helmet.

“Whoa, okay I’m starting to see what you mean?” Sokka asked.

“Details?” Toph grumbled.

“It’s all white with black markings,” Zuko said as he brought her hand over to touch it. “I’ve had my best engineers examine it, but they’ve never seen armour built like this before.”

None of them could even guess what nation it was from. Some had been eager to take the whole apart to better understand it, but Zuko denied the request for the time being. At least not until they had a better idea who Shirogane truly was.

Toph was silent as her eyes widened and drew back her hand. “Okay, what is this armour made out of?”

Zuko raised an eyebrow. “I would assume metal..isn’t?”

Toph grasped her chin. “Kind of, it feels a bit like metal except it doesn’t feel like there’s anything for me to grab onto. There aren’t any impurities in it.”

“The style is also weird,” Sokka said as he examined the helmet. “It doesn’t look like Earth Kingdom or Fire Nation.” He tilted his head. “At best...maybe it’s Water Tribe?”

“A Water Tribe assassin?” Zuko asked.

Sokka held it up. “It’s white, so maybe it’s for blending in the snow for sneak attacks?”

Zuko gave him a dry look. “And so he decided to wear it to the Fire Nation where it never snows?”

“I didn’t say he was a smart assassin,” Sokka continued and frowned. “Although, if I’m honest this stuff really doesn’t have a ‘here to kill’ vibe to it.”

“That’s what Uncle said too,” Zuko commented.

It was durable, but no hidden compartments for weapons. Not even a pocket for a dagger to hide. It’s as if the person wanted to clearly display they come bearing no weapons.

“So, this intruder was wearing this?” Toph confirmed.

“And unconscious,” Zuko confirmed. “He claims he means no harm, but what was he doing in the palace then? It makes no sense.”

“Well, why don’t we ask the guy,” Sokka replied as he set the helmet back on the table. “Where is he?”

“In the dungeon,” Zuko said as he turned. “I tried to ask him questions already, but I didn’t get much.”

“Well, you got the ever pervasive Sokka in your corner now,” Sokka said as he placed an arm around Zuko’s shoulder.

“And if that doesn’t work,” Toph said as she punched a fist into her palm, “just let me have a crack at him.”

“I rather his bones remain unbroken,” Zuko added dryly.

“I wouldn’t break them,” Toph said with a shrug, “well not intentionally.”

Zuko shook his head, knowing Toph was joking..well, mostly joking as he led them to the dungeon.

Ling was at the cell and stood straight as soon as she spotted them. “My lord, I did not realize you were coming-”

“At ease,” Zuko said as he raised a hand and looked into the cell. “I just merely wish to question-”

He trailed off as he stared into the clearly empty cell.

“Uh...is this the right place?” Sokka asked.

Zuko took a deep breath and shut his eyes to calm himself. He knew Ling, and she wouldn’t just stand there guarding an empty cell for no reason.

“Ling, where is the intruder?” Zuko asked.

Ling sweated. “I take it you have not been informed yet?”

“Informed of what?” Zuko asked, trying to be careful to keep his temper under check.

Ling rubbed her neck. “That your uncle insisted on inviting the intruder to lunch?”

“HE WHAT?!” Zuko cried.

“Huh,” Toph said as she crossed her arms. “I had wondered why Iroh didn’t join us.”

“Think they got extra komodo chicken?” Sokka asked.

Zuko ignored the comments as he stepped up to Ling. “Where are they?”

“In Prince Iroh’s chambers,” Ling answered.

“And you left them alone?”

“I argued I should remain, but Lord Iroh insisted,” Ling replied.

Zuko groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Of course he did.”

“Forgive me, my lord,” Ling said with a bow. “I should have-”

Zuko raised a hand. “It’s not your fault for following orders,” he said. “You did nothing wrong.”

Ling nodded. “Do you wish me to escort you?”

“No, thank you,” Zuko growled as he stomped away. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to have a talk with my uncle about safety.”

“Before or after you murder him,” Toph snarked as she followed.

“I’m debating,” Zuko muttered darkly.

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This world was ‘unique’ as Shiro quickly discovered. Apparently, in this world some people had the ability to control the literal elements, and they had just ended a hundred year war. Shiro was quiet as Iroh gave him what he could only assume was a quick summary of the events.

“So, the Avatar is the only person that can control all four elements,” Shiro replied.

Iroh nodded. “Yes, Avatar Aang, who is currently the only remaining air bender from the war.”

“And the current Firelord, Zuko, helped him overthrow the previous Firelord who was his father,” Shiro repeated.

“Again, correct,” Iroh said as he grimaced. “You will have to forgive his behaviour earlier, we have been having a bit of a ‘tricky’ time with intruders lately. With your sudden appearance, it seemed to be a logical conclusion you were one of them.”

“No, I understand,” Shiro muttered as he stared into his cup. “I can imagine it wasn’t easy having to rule a nation at such a young age.”

Not to mention trying to make amends for a century-long war, Shiro thought. Willing to bet not everyone was happy with him ending the war.

“With that said,” Iroh continued as he sipped his tea, “I believe Aang would be the best person to assist you in returning home.”

Shiro frowned. “How so?”

“Earlier, when I mentioned the Spirit World? The Avatar is a natural bridge between our human world and theirs,” Iroh continued.

Shiro’s eyes widened slightly but then they narrowed. “I can understand your reasoning, but I’ve never crossed through a spirit world.”

“Are you certain?” Iroh said as lowered his cup. “All worlds have a special place where spirits dwell.” He stroked his beard. “Although, I imagine it looks very different and perhaps goes by a different name.”

Shiro shut his eyes in thought. “I can’t really think of a place-”

The Black Lion growled in his mind and an image of an endless sea of stars appeared in his head.

Shiro froze. Oh, right.

“You thought of a place?” Iroh asked.

“Maybe,” Shiro muttered as he rubbed his neck. “It might be a bit hard to explain-” “UNCLE!”

Shiro jumped, but noticed Iroh remained as still as a tree.

“Ah,” he said as he lifted his cup and sipped. “I believe that would be my nephew.”

“Nephew?” Shiro asked, but was swiftly cut off by the stomping of incoming feet. He whirled around in time to see a furious Zuko storming into the room.

His hair wasn’t as neatly as tied up as he had during the questioning and his robes were much simpler. Shiro noticed a boy in blue robes and a short girl wearing green entered.

The pair kept their distance as the Firelord locked his furious gaze upon Shiro. He looked ready to yell, but forced himself to take a deep breath.

“What are you doing in my uncle’s chambers?” he asked in a brisk tone.

Shiro blinked and then suddenly Iroh’s earlier words dawned on him. He pointed at the angry young man and turned to Iroh. “The firelord is your nephew?!”

“Why yes of course,” Iroh began but then paused as he stroked his beard. “Oh dear, did I never mention that?”

“Someone better answer me,” Zuko sharply cut in, refusing to be ignored.

“He is here because I invited him to share a meal with me,” Iroh stated calmly and shook his head. Shiro recalled his own grandfather doing inappropriate behaviour. “On that note, you are being very rude to our guest.”

Zuko choked as he kneeled next to his uncle. “Our guest?! UNCLE, HE IS AN INTRUDER!”

“Who has currently done nothing to earn such hostility,” Iroh corrected.

“Do you realize how much danger you put yourself in?!”

Iroh laughed. “I appreciate the concern but we both know I am quite capable of defending myself.”

“That is not the issue here!”

Iroh frowned. “Did you forget to eat? You are always more grumpy when you have an empty stomach.”

Zuko’s eye twitched as the two began to bicker and Shiro wondered if they had both forgotten he was present.

However, the other two people clearly hadn’t as the boy approached and sat next to Shiro.

“Hey, name’s Sokka,” the boy greeted, “and this is Toph.”

“Yo,” the girl waved.

“Um, hi?” Shiro said slowly.

Sokka pointed to the arguing uncle and nephew. “So, they’ll be at that for a bit, and I have a question.” He then pointed to Shiro’s cybernetic arm. “Who made that, and is it possible for me to get one?”

“That’s more than one question,” Shiro replied, “and unless you want to have an arm cut off I wouldn’t recommend it.”

Sokka gave a frown, but then sighed. “Yeah, I guess.”

“What are you talking about?” Toph growled as she pointed to her eyes. “Blind, remember?”

“The metal arm Zuko mentioned,” Sokka said. “It’s right next to you.”

“Got it,” Toph said and before Shiro could stop her, she placed her hand on his cybernetic arm.

Suddenly her eyes widened as she whipped her head around. “What the great spirits is this thing made out of?!”

“I just said metal-” Sokka continued.

“It’s not any metal I’ve felt,” Toph snapped and she drew back her hand and stared into it. “It’s weirder than the armour. It almost feels like a meteorite but-”

“How about we change the subject,” Shiro said gently.

Even if he wanted to answer her question, he barely knew what kind of metal his arm was made out of anyway.

Toph gave a pout, but was cut off as Zuko growled.

“Enough,” Zuko snapped and pointed to Shiro, “Shirogane’s going back to the dungeon.”

“His name is Shiro and he will do no such thing,” Iroh said calmly and grinned. “Especially when he was just about to grant me a fascinating conversation on what his world is like.”

Dead silence fell into the room as Shiro felt all the eyes slowly turn to Iroh.

“I’m sorry, what?” Sokka asked.

“Our friend here is from a world, a whole universe in fact,” Iroh continued.

Zuko took a deep breath. “Uncle, if this is a joke it is not one of your better ones.”

“It’s not a joke,” Shiro said slowly as he turned to him.

“Ookay,” Sokka replied as he raised an eyebrow and a hand, “and you are in our world because?”

Shiro sighed. “That’s where things get complicated.”

#atla #vld #voltron #vld gen #takashi shirogane #a paladin in the fire nation #my writing

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🍬 Candy Kingdom 🍭

Woo another chapter!! Trying to make them longer,,

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As fun as talking to people was, it was very exhausting. Once they all went their separate ways, Saihara felt fatigue settle in. Though, he was pretty happy about the fact that he didn’t make a complete fool of himself, so that was good.

“Saihara chan looks like someone just pissed in his food,” He pointed out, grinning at him. Shuichi was quiet for a moment before replying, “I’m just a bit tired I guess,” He had gotten used to Kokichi’s antics after a few days, quietly laughing when he said that.

“Ahh, that’s to be expected with you! Saihara chan looks like the kind of person that would die if he had to talk to strangers for a whole day!” He happily chirped, smiling at Shuichi as if he just complimented him. “I can’t say you’re wrong,” He murmured, covering his mouth as a light blush spread across his face. Kokichi snickered, grinning up at the other boy.

“Did you know I’m never wrong? I can see the future so it’s impossible!” He said, lifting his finger to his mouth. Shuichi decided to amuse him, a soft smile on his lips. “Is that so?” He asked, slightly tilting his head. Ouma’s grin grew as he threw his hands behind his head. “Yep!”

“So, since you can see the future, what are we going to do today?” Saihara asked, smiling at him. Kokichi brought his hand to his chin, something he caught Saihara doing a few times. Ouma hummed for a moment before grinning. “We’re gonna find a bunch of cats!”

Before Shuichi could say anything, Ouma continued talking, “We could like, start an army to overthrow the kingdom!” He exclaimed, a mischievous expression on his face. “Why would you even do that?-” He asked, hoping his voice sounded confused and not nervous.

“Because they’re total ass hats, I’m surprised no one noticed yet,” He replied, his voice monotone. “But I guess not everyone can be as smart as me!” He bounced back almost immediately, a bright smile on his face again.

Shuichi stared at him for a moment. He then remembered he never told him that he was the queen’s son. He realized now probably wouldn’t be a very good time to tell him about it. He slightly laughed, averting his eyes. “I guess so,” He murmured, not exactly sure how to respond without coming off as rude.

“Told you!” He suddenly exclaimed, grabbing Saihara by his shoulders and turning him to face towards a small group of cats. “Did you know there would be cats here?” He asked, glancing at the other boy. “Maybe! Or I can actually see the future!” He chirped, letting go of him.

Saihara chuckled, a soft smile on his face. He carefully approached a cat, letting it sniff his finger tips. Ouma leaned forward, pulling out a napkin that had some leftover food from earlier. “That’s why you kept it?” Saihara asked, turning towards him. “Maybe. I could just be having the cats poison it.”

“How does that work?” He asked, absentmindedly petting one of the cats. “Well, because these cats are poisonous, if you eat food that was contaminated by them you’ll die!” He replied, grinning at him. Shuichi hummed, trying not to smile.

“Does Saihara chan think I’m lying?” He said, dramatically placing a hand on his heart. “Truly, I’m wounded!” Shuichi burst into muffled giggles, his hand covering his mouth. “Hey! Stop laughing!” He complained, slightly pouting.

“Sorry, sorry!” His voice was muffled, though he was clearly amused. Kokichi quietly giggled, a grin on his face. He reached out to pet one of the cats, letting it nuzzle against his hand. “Do you like cats?” Kokichi asked, glancing at the taller boy.

Shuichi hummed for a moment, a content smile on his face. “Yeah, I’ve always wanted one,” He commented, continuing to pet one of them. “Why didn’t you just get one then? There’s ton of them here!” He chirped, grinning at him. That was until one of the smaller ones jumped onto his back, causing him to wince.

Saihara was going to ask if he was alright, but he started giggling and letting the kitten crawl onto his head. Shuichi started laughing with him, watching the kitten pawing at the strands of his hair that stuck out. (He still didn’t know how that worked exactly, he reminded himself to ask him at some point.)

Kokichi picked the kitten up, giving it to Saihara. “Here, hold them!” He exclaimed, letting the kitten sniff his face. “Okay okay,” He chuckled, gently holding the kitten. “Do you have names for them?” Shuichi asked, looking at the other boy. Kokichi shook his head, petting the cat in the other boy’s arms.

“Do you wanna name him?” He asked, tilting his head. “Can I?” Saihara replied, obviously excited. “I guess. You’re lucky, as a supreme leader I don’t usually make exceptions!” Kokichi chirped, going from kind to haughty in less then a second.

“Mm, what about Oliver?” He asked, turning towards him. Kokichi grinned, nodding. “Nishishi, sure!” Oliver purred, rubbing his cheek against Saihara’s face. “He’s doing that to mark his scent,” Kokichi pointed out, petting the cat’s head. “Really? Why?” Saihara asked, tilting his head.

“They do that so other cats know that you’re their person!” He pointed out, quietly giggling. “That’s why they do it? I thought they did because they liked us,” He muttered, chuckling. “Nope! They do it so other cats won’t get all buddy buddy with you.”

“My parents never let me have any pets, they said I wouldn’t take good care of it and someone else would have to,” He explained, tapping his finger against his cheek. “Who else would take care of it?” He asked, his face completely blank. “Just-” Saihara paused. He remembered what Ouma bad said earlier about the kingdom, and bit the inside of his cheek.

“Just some other family members,” He lied, looking away from him. Kokichi was quiet for a moment, staring at him. His face was completely blank, his eyes scanning over Saihara’s face. “So Saihara chan lives with a lot of his family?” He asked, a playful grin on his face. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“Can I come over? I’d love to definitely not pull any pranks on anyone! That’s not a lie, I promise!” He smiled innocently at Saihara, looking up at him and batting his eyes. “I don’t know, we live pretty far away,” He murmured, letting the kitten go. “Really? What’re you doing here then?” He asked, tilting his head.

“I got lost,” He stated, looking at him. “Really? You must’ve been wondering for a while, huh?” Kokichi stared at his nails, presumably bored. “Yeah, I was,” He started fidgeting, knowing Ouma could probably tell he was lying. He’d have to tell him eventually, but he was worried that they would get in a fight and wouldn’t be friends anymore, and Saihara would never see him again.

After a few moments, Kokichi grinned and abruptly speaking up. “Well! Why don’t we play a game, Saihara chan?” He asked, staring at him. Shuichi was still cautious, not wanting to let anything slip and be found out. “What kind of game?” He murmured, standing up as well. “What about… Tag!” He chirped, his eyes sparkling. “Wouldn’t it be boring with just two people?"

Kokichi pouted, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. "Is Saihara chan suggesting I’m boring?!” He exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at Saihara. “I’m not!” He stated, taking a step back. “How mean! I’ve been nothing but nice to Saihara chan and this is how he treats me!” Tears were flowing out of eyes, hiccuping every now and then.

“Ouma kun, please don’t cry!” He pleaded, worry all over his face. Ouma promptly ignored him, continuing to wail on about how Saihara was such a bully. “You’re so mean! Saihara chan’s so mean to me!” He exclaimed, gently hitting the others arm. Shuichi gently grabbed his hand, causing his tears to practically evaporate.

“Ouma kun, please calm down,” He murmured, trying to maintain eye contact. Kokichi stared at him for a few moments, a light blush dusted across his face. “Fine, Stupidhara,” He pouted, flicking Saihara’s forehead. “Hey!” Shuichi rubbed his forehead, trying to suppress his smile. Kokichi just giggled, poking his arm.

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“He’s been missing for a few days. Where could he possibly be?” Asuka frowned, turning to her husband. “I don’t know. I suggested letting everyone know, it’d help us find him quicker,” Hitoshi sighed, rubbing his temple. She rolled her eyes and continued to braid her hair. “That insolent child. When he gets back we’ll need to have someone with him at all times.” She glared at her husband, her hands trembling from barely masked anger. “This is all your fault. If you never-”

He glared back, raising his hand. She reluctantly quieted down, continuing to scowl at him. Just then, a girl with long blue hair entered. The two straightened up, Asuka let her hands fall to her lap. “Very sorry to,” She paused, gasping for breath. It seemed she had ran here, sweat was beaded on her forehead and she looked tired. “To, interrupt you too, I don’t know why they sent me, I’m simply too plain to-”

“State your business,” Asuka nonchalantly said, her voice monotone. She made sure to have a serene expression on her face, masking her irritation from earlier. “Eep! Sorry!” The girl flinched, smoothing her long dress before clearing her throat. “Um- someone says that they may have seen the prince entering the forest a few days ago. Th-they were taken in for uh, further questioning. I’m afraid that’s all I know.”

“I see, thank you for this information–” Asuka paused, her eyes scanning over the nervous girl’s face. “What is your name?” She yelped, a light blush spreading across her face. “M-My name?” She was quiet for a moment before saying, “Oh! Um, Shirogane. My name is Shirogane,” The girl, Shirogane, bowed. Asuka stared at her for a moment before waving her hand, dismissing her. She scrambled out, continuing to smooth out her skirt.

Once she was out, she sighed, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “So, that Saihara kid is missing, huh?” She felt herself smile, quietly giggling under her breath.

“What an interesting turn of events.”

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thedetectiveofinaba · 8 months

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@fatexbound asked: 🙄 (Twin AU - Seiji the Wild Card!)

send 🙄 to roll your eyes at my muse / accepting!

This kind of situation wasn't that unusual in the Shirogane twin household, considering that both had a somber approach for things. Naoto would either say or do something too direct and she'd get a nonverbal reminder why - and in the lucky scenario a constructive comment -

"If you have any other critique in how I should have approached a Junes hater who said that I was a hypocrite since I helped them out on a request of a close aqcuintance, I am all ears. They were idiots and in my opinion needed to hear how ridiculous their claims were." Had they never seen her use mainly Shiroku Store or assumed she'd be a boring wallflower to follow trends like a sheep?

#fatexbound #fatexbound / seiji shirogane (twin!au)#queue line #queue [paper pile]#askbox answer #askbox answer [you received a message]#ask reply #ask reply [shirogane speaking]#twin au: genius heirs of shirogane family / naoto & seiji (fatexbound)

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archived-gtronpa-account · 4 years

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So what if for a motive instead of kokichi being a giant he’s shrunk and stuck with shuichi :0! ( like continuing off of the other motive writing you did -)

hiii I'm glad for this req I was hoping someone would catch my drift and ask for a sequel since I had an idea for it in mind 💃 altho I took a wittle little bit of liberty with your req I hope you don't mind

(again terribly sorry for the delay friend I hardly had any time for this hope you'll enjoy either way)

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Word count: 1800

Summary: The game master has a new dirty trick up their sleeve to get rid of a certain little liar; but Kokichi isn't going down so easily, even with the threat of now death waiting for him at every corner.

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It seemed the mastermind wasn’t too pleased when the motive hadn’t gotten him murdering and executed, so their next plan was to get him directly murdered.

Kokichi stands in Monokuma’s shadow, expression blank in face of the bear’s cruel cackles. It's a wonder how the mastermind can see him as a threat when he hasn't been able to stop any of the past murders, but he's still flattered that he's managed to mess with their plans enough that they'd stoop to such a low motive.

When the monochromatic bear leaves, Kokichi is left silently staring at the rest of his classmates from his spot on the cafeteria table, standing at the miserable height of a toy. Any other day, jokes and taunts and lies would be flowing out of his mouth, but his mind doesn’t come up with anything when he’s surrounded by classmates who he knows are already thinking of killing him and hiding his body to avoid a class trial; the same classmates whom he could hold in the palm of his hand only yesterday.

Silent and unmoving as he is, they must think him a scared little child; Kokichi Ouma, supreme leader of evil, reduced to some cute joke, some fanservice for an audience to coo at before he inevitably dies. The thought of the mastermind looking down on him and laughing to themselves at the moment is near sickening.

Kiibo is first to speak up, “So… What should we do about this?”

“I say,” Maki’s reply is instantaneous, like she’d been waiting to say those next words for too long, “We end this killing game right here and now.”

And when she takes a swift step forward, red eyes piercing through his tiny form with a murderous intent he’s seen too many times already, Kokichi can’t do anything but resign himself to the fact that he won’t live to stop the killing game.

Then something darts in front of him and blocks his view, and he thinks he somehow must’ve dreamed the words, “Maki, don’t hurt him.”

It takes his paranoid brain longer than he’d like to admit to realize that the hand in front of him isn’t coming to grab him and squeeze his guts out, rather, it’s shielding him. A gesture he wouldn’t expect coming from anyone in this room, except-

“You can't fall for the mastermind's trick so easily.” Shuichi stands towering in front of him in a protective stance, like some knight in shining armor; and to think this is the same boy who was cowering in his presence only days ago.

"Yeah! Harumaki, you promised, remember?" Kaito, the actual knight in shining armor of the academy, doesn't come to protect him; instead, he steps up to Maki and places a hand on her shoulder. Of course, when killer girl is trying to kill poor lil' Kokichi, it's still her who needs help and support and not the doll-sized villainous boy about to be murdered. "This has gotta be a trap or somethin'."

"Right," Shuichi joins in. He briefly glances over his shoulder at Kokichi, and the now tiny boy meets his gaze with the same blank expression. "Think about it, doesn't this new motive seem more like a way to…" his gaze lingers on Kokichi's small form for a second longer, before he tears it away, "… to get rid of a specific classmate?"

"Yeah," Kaito chimes in, "I'm starting to think the mastermind wants Kokichi dead for whatever reason," The grave expression on his face matches the morbidity of his statement. He slams his fists together in determination, "We can't let that happen."

"I do agree," Kiibo pipes up, "That if Kokichi was the enemy hiding among us, it wouldn't make sense to put himself in such… disadvantageous situation," he's hesitant and careful with his choice of word, like he could somehow be tiny-phobic.

"You're all overthinking this too much," Maki's cold gaze falls back on him, and if looks could kill, a body discovery announcement would have played out, "The killing game stops when the mastermind is dead. Simple as that."

The pressure of her stare threatens to crush him. Kokichi's legs nearly give out under his weight, and his first reaction is to stumble a few steps back and plaster a grin on his face.

“Pish posh, poor Harumaki… wants to kill me so badly, she's ready to do it in front of everyone,” His voice nearly wavers, he takes another step back for good measure. No use in trying to reason with an assassin or try to gain anyone’s sympathy; it’s always easier to stick to the role he’s written himself into.

Kokichi speaking for the first time seems to trigger the whole cafeteria to erupt in a cacophony again. Maki tries to push past Kaito and Shuichi to get her grubby hands on the little leader, and the two boys defend him (at least he thinks they do); someone yawns and someone else gasps and exclamations and accusations are thrown around.

"There has to be more to this motive!"

"You're protecting him over a maybe?"

"This is terrible, we shouldn't fight!"

"Nyeh… we still haven't had breakfast…"

They argue and bicker, like they always do when a new motive is presented and they don’t know what to make of it. Kokichi finds it easy enough to block out the obnoxious voices. He lets cold logic take over his mind and shadow his fear as he assesses the situation.

Even if he refuses, they'll probably force him to be baby-sat by someone. Staying with Maki or Miu is out of the question. Kiibo would be a good choice if Kokichi wanted the eyes of the mastermind and the audience on his back at all time, and Himiko would be a good choice if he wanted all the protection of a bodyguard who doesn't tolerate him and sleeps most of the time.

Gonta does tolerate him and has already worked with him in the past; he wouldn't be a bad choice, but for now Kokichi has a feeling he'll end up sleeping in a bug case with cockroaches if he goes with the giant entomologist, so he'll pass. Kaito superman-wannabe-Momota wouldn't be so bad either, but he'll probably take advantage of the situation and try to get the tiny boy to open up about his super evil dark past or whatever; so again, he'll pass for now.

And then there's Shuichi… Staying with his beloved detective, they could stay up late at night and braid each other's hair and share their secrets, they could make plans together and explore the school and beat the mastermind like some iconic duo, they could even pick that night's game of chess back up since Kokichi still remembered the setting of the board. Staying with Shuichi, truely a dream come true, and a dream right in his reach. But he wasn't in dreamland, he was stuck in a killing game hell where he couldn't let his facade slip and show vulnerability so easily to the protagonist of their game. His eyes fall to the floor with the shame of entertaining such a dream before remembering the sobering reality. Staying with Shuichi is out the question.

Kokichi goes back to listening to the conversarion, but he finds the room silent and eight pairs of eyes on him.

“Kokichi,” Shuichi speaks again. The boy is tempted to look away, but he forces his eyes to meet the giant detective's faded gold ones, “you can stay with me if you want?"

A taunting smirk pushes its way to his face. “Man, Saihara wants to get a hold of me so he can do all kindsa weird stuff to me? Ew ew ew, so gross, I'm so terrified! How could you do this to a frightened little boy?”

“Kokichi,” he considers the exasperation in the detective’s tone a victory to him, although an unpleasant one, “You don’t need to be so obnoxious, if there’s someone you want to stay with, you can say it.” Sheesh, wasn't Shuichi dying to talk to him the other night?

His best option isn’t ideal, but he can't get too picky in his current situation. “Welll, I think I’d like to stay with big sis Shirogane!” he hears the girl in question sputter a noise of surprise, and all eyes turn to her.

“What are you planning?” Maki speaks again after a long silence, voice betraying her skepticism.

“Oh, are you jealous I didn’t pick you, big sis Harumaki?” Do you want to die?

“Do you want to die?” Bingo. Too predictable.

“Uhm,” Tsumugi’s meek voice cuts him off before he can retort, “Why me? I-I mean, I don’t mind, I just don’t understand?”

Kokichi turns to her, and she nearly flinches at his attention. At least there’s one person in the room who’s still intimidated by him. “I just wanted to stay with my absolute favourite girl in this academy," as he says that, he walks around Shuichi's still outstretched hand to better face the absolute favourite girl in question, shooting on his way a quick glance up the detective, "aaand there's also this one cosplay I really wanna try now that I'm cutie-sized. That is, if Shirogane is fine with it?"

Tsumugi looks down to her feet and starts to vibrate with excitement hard enough that he can feel it under his feet. "O-Oh, I am fine with it. I wonder if we're both thinking of the same anime… but the only male character there has a dark skin tone, and there's one girl that really looks like you… You don't mind wearing a dress, do you?" She's already walking up to him with an outstretched hand, as if driven by the by the force of her love of cosplay.

Kokichi blinks his fear away and steps into the unsteady surface, immediately understanding the fear and discomfort in Shuichi's face that last night. Questions and accusations are still coming at him left and right, but he pointedly ignores it all and waves back to his remaining classmates with his cockiest smile as he leaves in the giant girl's hand, mind already buzzing with plans to survive the new motive.

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hope you don't mind the bit of saiou angst twist thing in the end 😔😔 I was too tempted to resist. Well hope u enjoyed dear !!

#danganronpa #ndrv3 #gtronpa #gt #Kokichi ouma #Shuichi saihara #maki harukawa #kaito momota #tiny!Kokichi #giant!shuichi #giant!Maki #giant!kaito #ask #request #writing

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kawaiikichi · 4 years

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I Would (Saiouma)

Saiouma “You have to stay awake” with happy ending for @just-a-random-shipper-passing-by and Saiouma “You can’t die, I won’t let you” for Anon! I hope you don’t mind that I combined these two requests, both of them were speaking to me for this particular one-shot.

I also apologize for the extremely long wait! I’ve been busy as heck with work, planning and working on pieces for two bangs and an exchange, and also battling with writer’s block and begging for motivation to hit me.

I feel that this one isn’t particularly angsty, but some sad stuff goes down at the beginning.

I hope you guys like it and let me know if you would like anything changed/edited! :D

*Based on this request and this request*

Title: I Would

Prompts: “You have to stay awake” and “You can’t die, I won’t let you”

Summary: Shuichi and Kokichi have a heart to heart that ultimately leads to a secret being revealed.

One-Shot Notes: Actors AU (well, to be precise, they’re drama actors; been watching a lot of Kdramas recently so there’s that)

(I’m posting on mobile due to my computer finally choosing to die on me so start reading under the emojis!)

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Blood.

That was all Shuichi could see as he held Kokichi in his arms. His white shirt was soaked in it, the gunshot wound on his stomach gushing blood. Shuichi had called the ambulance, which was arriving soon.

Shuichi choked out a sob.

“The ambulance should be here at any moment, you have to stay awake. You just have to!” he shouted.

Kokichi smiled sadly.

“Hey...don’t cry. I don’t like it when you cry, remember?” he said.

A bloody hand moved up to wipe away Shuichi’s tears, which only made him cry harder.

“You idiot...why did you have to take the bullet? Why?!”

“Because...my task was to protect you, Masahiro-kun. I can’t have you dying on me. Imagine what your parents would think if you died.”

“And what about me?! What about what I would think if you died, Shinji-kun?! I care so much about you! I don’t want you to die!”

Kokichi chuckled weakly.

“Well…” he coughed. “It is what it is.” he said.

He continued to stare into Shuichi’s eyes.

“If I do die today, I won’t regret it. I saved the one that I love, so it’s alright. I’ll be able to die happy as long as you’re alive.” he said.

Shuichi shook his head.

“No, don’t say those kinds of things. You can’t die, I won’t let you.” Shuichi told him.

Kokichi coughed more, blood spilling from his mouth.

“I’m sorry. I’m so...sorry…” he trailed off.

His eyes shimmered with tears.

“Remember...I love you, Masahiro-kun.”

Kokichi’s eyes slid shut as the life in him began to disappear. His hand fell from Shuichi’s cheek, falling to his side as his body went limp in his arms. Shuichi was paralyzed with fear.

“No...no, no, no, you can’t die. You can’t leave me like this!” he shouted.

He began to shake Kokichi’s body.

“Wake up. Wake up. Wake up, wake up, wake up!” he let out a wail. “No! Wake up! You can’t leave me alone! You can’t leave me by myself! I can’t live without you!”

He let out another heart wrenching sob.

“No! Shinji-kun!” he screamed.

“And cut!”

Kokichi’s eyes flew open and they moved from their position on the ground as applause was heard.

“Excellent! Just excellent! That was some superb acting from you two, Saihara-kun and Ouma-kun!” a girl with blue hair tied back into a ponytail and blue eyes behind white framed glasses exclaimed.

“Thanks, Shirogane-san.” Shuichi said.

“Okay!” Tsumugi clapped her hands together. “Break time! We’ll resume filming at two thirty!” she declared.

Everyone dispersed soon after, indistinct conversations filling the air. Shuichi sighed, running a hand through his hair as Kokichi spoke.

“Maaaaaaaaaan, they really overdid it with the fake blood! It was absolutely everywhere! I actually liked this outfit a lot. Such a shame that it had to get ruined like this.” he commented.

“There should be a spare one in the back, you know.” Shuichi told him.

“Oh, I was only joking. Thank god I won’t have to wear this outfit again! It goes against my aesthetic.” Kokichi stated.

He headed to the back with Shuichi following suit.

“What, you prefer wearing a gazillion patterns over something simple?” Shuichi asked.

“To be more precise, it’s checkered patterned clothes.” Kokichi corrected.

As soon as they stepped into the backstage area, they headed to their changing room. Shuichi closed the door behind him as Kokichi began to shrug off the tan peacoat he wore.

“So, where should we go for lunch this time, Saihara-chan?” he asked.

“Hm…I’m not sure. Are you in the mood for anything in particular?” Shuichi answered.

“I’m fine with anything, really. Are you in the mood for something specific?”

“Tempura sounds good right about now.”

“Then, tempura it is!”

As the white button up shirt fell to the floor, Kokichi clicked his teeth as he watched himself in the mirror.

“Ugh, this looks absolutely gross. I’m going to have to shower before we go.” he said.

“Then, go ahead. I’ll just get changed in the meantime.” Shuichi said.

Kokichi glanced over his shoulder at Shuichi as the taller male went to grab his clothes.

“Say, you did very good. It was extremely convincing.” he commented.

“I’m glad. I spent two weeks trying to perfect it.” Shuichi said.

“So Saihara-chan...say I got shot by some mafia gangster dude to protect you.” he began.

Shuichi narrowed his eyes at him.

“Ouma-kun…” he trailed off.

“I am just saying. It is only a scenario. So anyway, say that happened. Would you cry over me and beg me not to die like Masahiro-chan did with Shinji-chan?” he asked.

“I would.” Shuichi replied without hesitation.

Kokichi arched a brow.

“I think you should think about that a little more. Would you really?”

“I would. There’s no need for me to rethink it.”

Kokichi pressed his lips into a thin line as he turned away.

“You sure about that? Because honestly, it’s not like we’re close enough that we have a huge impact on each other. I’m that one actor your friends don’t want you to get close to because of my shady past and the things that I do. Heck, I get into trouble a lot for things you would never forgive, so—“

“Ouma-kun.”

Hands were placed on either side of Kokichi, trapping him against the vanity counter. Kokichi slowly rose his view, breath catching in his throat at how Shuichi stared at him through the mirror, golden eyes glinting with a seriousness that he rarely ever saw.

“I find that during the course of filming this drama that we have gotten pretty close. We go out to eat a lot, we hang out a lot, and we’ve talked to each other about things that I haven’t even told my closest friends. I feel a special connection with you that I haven’t felt with anyone else. I feel comfortable around you. And I feel so many other things around you.” Shuichi said.

“Like...like what?” Kokichi asked.

“My heart skips a beat when you smile, when you laugh, and whenever you’re close to me. I find myself looking forward to when I see you next and I’m always thinking about you.” Shuichi told him.

Kokichi’s heart hammered against his rib cage as Shuichi continued.

“As for those things that you did in the past, I don’t care. That’s all in the past and you’ve stopped doing those things now. You’re a better person. So forget what my friends think, all I care about is the current you.” Shuichi licked his lips. “Ouma-kun, why do you put yourself down so much?” he asked.

“I…” Kokichi reached up to twirl some hair around his finger. “It’s not that I’m putting myself down…” he trailed off.

“No, you are. Ouma-kun, you’re an amazing person. I don’t know what I would do if you died on me. I think I would cry a lot and miss you terribly. Honestly, just like Masahiro, I wouldn’t be able to live without you either.” Shuichi said.

“Saihara-chan...what is it that you’re trying to say?” he asked.

“I think you know what I’m trying to say, Ouma-kun.” Shuichi said.

“I don’t.”

“That’s not what your eyes are telling me.”

Kokichi bit his lip, his eyes fixed on their reflection in the mirror. Shuichi continued to stare as he spoke.

“Ouma-kun...I have feelings for you.” he said.

Kokichi’s heart raced faster at Shuichi’s soft-spoken confession. He had liked Shuichi from the first time he watched one of the dramas he starred in. But, he didn’t think that Shuichi would give him the time of day, so he tried his best to get rid of that crush.

Hearing that Shuichi felt the same way about him was enough to make him nearly combust.

“You...like me?” he asked.

“I do.” Shuichi replied.

“Since when?” Kokichi asked.

“Hm...I think it was when I saw you filming for a drama a year ago? You looked very cute that day and it was love at first sight for me. I wanted to try and get closer to you, but your schedule was very packed and my friends kept advising against getting to know you. When I heard that they were going to start working on this drama and that you had been chosen to play the role of Shinji, I went and auditioned for the role of Masahiro. I gave it my all because I wanted to act with you no matter what. When I got it, I was so excited. Not only would I be able to act with you, I would also get to talk to you and become friends with you. These feelings I had for you grew stronger over time, but I feared that if I confessed and you turned me down, things would get so awkward. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship so I kept quiet.” Shuichi explained.

“So...what prompted you to confess to me now?” Kokichi asked.

“I guess you could say it felt right.” Shuichi replied.

“I see…” Kokichi trailed off.

They fell silent. The only sounds were conversations going on outside and footsteps heading up and down the hall. Shuichi looked at Kokichi, watching how he bit his lip tentatively.

“You don’t have to answer me right away. I know that it was very sudden, so take all the time you want to think about it.” he told him.

Shuichi pulled away and Kokichi wanted nothing more than to pull him back. But, he decided against it.

“I’ll go and change. I’ll be waiting outside the studio when you’re done.” Shuichi said as he headed off to get dressed.

Kokichi could only stare as Shuichi left, his heart racing quickly. His hand flew over his chest.

“He likes me...he actually likes me…” he trailed off.

A smile made its way to his lips.

Saihara-chan likes me.

He had to stop himself from squealing in delight as he grabbed for his clothes and headed to the bathroom, excited for what would happen next.

#request #anon #just-a-random-shipper-passing-by #danganronpa v3 #saiouma #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #tsumugi shirogane #angst prompts #actors au #some angst #happy ending #i guess you could consider it as having one #i...don’t know what i’m doing anymore 😅#i hope it all makes some sort of sense!#i haven’t written saiou in like forever so i do apologize if they seem ooc!#kawaiikichi

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keiththespacekitty · 4 years

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Gentle

There was a mystery to solve with Adam.

He had a way of appearing stoic, as though he constantly put up a professional mask, the only cracks that overtly appeared being a sharp wit and a dry, sardonic humour. Even back at the garrison, even as a teen, Adam always seemed like a man determined to have a personality as beige as wallpaper.

But that wasn't the real Adam.

Shiro was used to people watching- at first, out of boredom, although after everything, people watching had become a necessity. Although watching Adam was intriguing to him.

Adam was currently writing something at the desk, although Shiro didn't know what. He sat with his back straight, shoulders back, feet flat against the floor, professional, cold. Except Shiro knew him well enough to see through it.

Shiro noticed the way that Adam's brows would knit slightly in confusion every few lines, and he'd grip the pen just a tad tighter. He'd breathe out loudly through his nose, and continue with a small shake of his head. After a few minutes, he'd pause to roll his shoulders and crack his neck with either a bored or frustrated sigh, before pulling his chair a marginal fraction closer to the desk and continuing with a blank, unreadable expression.

That's how he knew that Adam cared about what he was writing, because when Adam didn't care, he'd type it out straight onto the document instead of drafting it on paper first. Shiro had been woken up multiple times by the frustrated clacking on the keys of Adam's laptop, the heavy sighs, and the frustrated groans of a man with two cups of coffee on his desk working at three am.

Shiro had the luxury of knowing Adam during his garrison days, a young cadet who, to most people, seemed uptight, if not a little angry. But Shiro remembered the first time he saw Adam cry.

They'd been in Adam's dorm, talking, at first, whilst Adam finished an assignment for biology. It had gotten to five am, and Adam had raised his hands as if to knock his work off the table, before he politely excused himself from the table and made to walk out of the dorm, but Shiro has caught the tears in his eyes and gently guided him to sit on his bed, and Adam had cried.

He'd started slowly, holding back his tears and trying to control his breathing, insisting that he was fine. Shiro had gently laid a hand on his shoulder, and Adam had just started sobbing. Shiro had tentatively pulled him closer, scared that Adam would pull away from the touch- after all, he never really seemed like the cuddly type. But Adam accepted the hug without protest, lifting his feet off the floor and curling up, clinging to Shiro like his life depended on it.

It had surprised Shiro, because Adam had never appeared emotionally vulnerable. It was the first time that Shiro stopped seeing Adam as an acquaintance and started to see him as a friend. Because Adam was closed off, and here he was, sobbing into Shiro's shoulder over a 5am essay. He seemed inconsolable, and Shiro regretted never making much effort to speak to him in class, because maybe if they'd been friends sooner, Shiro would have noticed that nobody else seemed to talk to Adam.

After that, Shiro had made the effort to talk to him more in class, and had found that before making a sarky comment to the teacher under his breath, the corner of his mouth always quirked up in a subtle, troublemaking grin. And just like that, Shiro was falling for him.

It became apparent that Adam wasn't naturally studious and neat. Adam's room was progressively messier the more relaxed he became around Shiro- and for Adam, that wasn't much, maybe an unmade bed or a rogue jumper that Shiro could have sworn he had in his wardrobe somewhere, but it was a sign that Adam was becoming more comfortable around Shiro. And then it occurred to Shiro that Adam was almost never so unguarded, was therefore always uncomfortable.

Adam wasn't easy to make friends with. Not because he was boring, but because he didn't seem to know how to make them. He didn't see any of his own hobbies as interesting, often professing that he didn't have any, and the two often descended into awkward silences where Adam didn't know what to say and he wasn't unguarded enough for Shiro to be let in.

But Adam was a warm person. Socially awkward, stoic, and warm. Adam would get a goofy smile on his face whenever Shiro cracked a particularly terrible joke, would respond with a thinly veiled insult, although his voice always softened when he did so.

And most importantly to Shiro, Adam was the only one who called him Takashi.

Sure, Shiro liked his nickname, but Adam had seen through that. Shiro remembered the first time Adam called him his name, and how emotional the day had been.

"Shiro?"

"I'm fine," Shiro protested, "I'm okay."

"Shiro," Adam repeated, voice firm with intent, but softened at the edges of his words, "I can tell that you aren't okay. What's happened."

"Nothing's happened, I just…" Adam frowned, as though it didn't register to him that Shiro could be upset without a reason. Of course, Shiro was upset with a reason, and of course, Adam knew this somehow. Shiro had noticed himself falling in love, with Adam, and it scared Shiro, because a huge part of his identity was still a secret from anyone except the garrison staff, and Shiro was sure that it would throw away any chance he had of Adam loving him too.

"Shiro," Adam repeated softly, "what's wrong?"

"I have something to tell you," Shiro managed, because it was bubbling up and festering into self hatred again, and Shiro knew that he couldn't let himself spiral again. He'd worked too hard to love himself, and besides, Adam was his friend. He knew that he could be vulnerable with Adam, and Adam would take that vulnerability with complete seriousness, would unquestioningly hold it close to his heart as though it was his own secret to protect.

"I'm listening," Adam replied, body language relaxing to show that he was open, that he could be the emotional support that Shiro needed right now.

"My name isn't Shiro," he began slowly, "it's a nickname. Part of my surname, Shirogane." Adam already knew this, but it was an important detail, and Adam seemed to understand this, looking to Shiro with gentle intent. Shiro almost felt like crying, emotionally drained thinking of all the outcomes to this talk, even if he knew that the worst ones weren't realistic. "The teachers call me Shiro because I asked them to, so they don't read out the name on the roll call."

"Why," Adam asked softly, no judgment, no question, just a gentle prompt for Shiro to continue.

"Because it's my deadname," Shiro replied quietly, "and I'm scared of people using it. My surname is the same no matter what, no matter what people see me as, so they have no reason not to use it. My surname doesn't change if they see me as male, or… not. And I'm scared that if I stop telling people to call me Shiro, that if I start asking people to call me Takashi, then they'll call me my deadname instead."

"Takashi," Adam began softly, reaching out to gently touch his arm, "you have a right to hear your name. Especially if you chose it yourself, just like you have a right to every other part of your identity. I think I already know, but, can you tell me, personally, why you changed your name?"

Shiro took a deep breath. "I'm trans." Saying it with Adam, however difficult, felt as natural as breathing. The nerves were creeping in, but Adam remained gentle and patient.

"Takashi," Adam began, looking Shiro in the eye, "you never have to worry about that with me. You'll always be Takashi to me, unless and until you change that yourself. I'll always call you Takashi. It's your human right, and it's important to me- you're… important to me, okay?" Adam took a deep breath, moving his hand up to cup Shiro's cheek. "I love you, Takashi."

Shiro was feeling sentimental. Adam was loving, kind, accepting, gentle. Adam was gentle, and Shiro felt safe. Even after all these years, all the hurt, the break up, the trauma, he'd found his way back home, to Adam. Adam who would smile softly when Shiro hugged his teddy bear whilst he helped him with his T shot. Adam who would laugh unguarded every time Shiro shot him a cheesy pick-up line when they couldn't sleep at night. Adam who would hold him close after the nightmares and whisper gentle reassurances into Shiro's ear, would rock them gently, would make sure that Shiro was aware of his needs and emotions, would keep him grounded.

Most importantly, Adam loved him, gently.

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