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kai-chan-0x · 9 months
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Alrighty y'know what time it is heheh
TRR [Team Rainbow Rocket] Headcanons!!
[keep in mind this is just my AU you can have your own, this is just how I see these idiots]
[Also- yes I ship Lysandre & Cyrus, because I have my AU & my opinions, so don't like demonetize me saying some other ship is better stfu-]
-Giovanni-
Pansexual. Always been a little fruity, especially since he was a teen, & kinda crushes on Nanu- that's unrelated tho <3
Short as fuck. Like I mean this dude is 5 foot tall, whenever you see like photos of him with the rest of Team Rocket, he's usually standing on a fucking step-stool
Has rlly bad anxiety & shit like that, also takes antidepressants & medication because his mental health used to be rlly rlly bad [because of Ariana & just stressing out about managing Team Rocket] & he'll get like that bad if he goes long enough without them
Actually a decent father unlike his canon counterparts. Took care of Silver instead of putting him up for adoption after Ariana left, basically had to juggle trying not to be a deadbeat dad & managing a big mafia lmao. Silver turned out decent- he doesn't hate Giovanni so yippee!! [they actually get along whoa]
Absolutely fucking hates Professor Oak, due to some *personal* issues in the past.
Can cook rlly good. He actually wanted to get into culinary classes & shit but he got expelled out of highschool & then disowned so that was crushed along with his will to live
-Maxie-
Trans [FTM] Archie is rlly the only one who knows, because he's a nosy fucker lmao. Still has rlly bad body dysphoria- explaining all the layers & oversized jacket [didn't get top surgery because he's a chicken shit so he just wears a binder 24/7]
Not actually from Hoenn [surprise surprise!!]- originally from Orre but moved to Hoenn because it was transphobic as fuck & it genuinely just sucked lolz
One of the only sane ones in TRR, also actually smart [like he didn't wanna like dry up all the water he just wanted to make more islands in Hoenn- still a dangerous method haha]
Salty as fuck. Will find something annoying or unlikable about you, he doesn't care who the hell you are he will do it. Also, he fucking hates Archie- probably cuz he screws up his damn research & drags him along lmao
Overworks himself all the damn time, & has a bad habit of putting himself in uncomfortable situations- such as choosing his admins. Maybe he should've gotten to know Courtney & Tabitha more before making them the Team Magma admins [oki oki but Tabitha gives off the vibes that he streams League of Legends in a damn maid outfit every night. Also I don't like Courtney because she just gives off those creep vibes eugh]
-Archie-
Gay & polyamorous. All the surfer guys in Alola are NOT fucking safe because he's there lmao. Also him & Matt are exes, but since no hard feelings they're still friends
Aggressive wholesomeness 24/7- also THE ultimate extrovert who tries to be on good terms with everyone except if you're Ghetsis because if you're Ghetsis fuck you [he's an absolute sweetheart but also a dumbass]
Dumb as fuck. Half the shit he pulls he just did because he felt like it or he was bored- he doesn't have a goddamn reason he just fucking did it
His Sharpedo's name is Grace. This is very important because Grace is love Grace is life
Gives everyone stupid nicknames & makes horrible jokes & puns. Sometimes it's fucking unbearable because they're so damn cheesy & Maxie is yelling from across the room telling him to shut the fuck up but he thinks he's goddamn hilarious
-Cyrus-
Greysexual. Attracted to his opposite [sweet cute guys aka Lysandre]
He's emo guys!!! Omg real!!! If he's not wearing his Galactic uniform he's wearing oversized grunge style clothing- you will never see him wearing anything with colour. Also yes he wears eyeliner & people assume he wears eyeshadow but nah that's just his dark ass eyebags
He's a fucking empath & it's hilarious. He hates it because he tries so damn hard to ignore his emotions which only makes his already rapidly declining mental health worse
Horrible sleep schedule & just terrible at taking care of himself in general. He's running off of goddamn energy drinks & coffee- he won't sleep unless he passes out from exhaustion lmao. Also he only rlly eats like popcorn [which is usually like he's up at 2 in the morning watching a space documentary & he just binge eats it because he hasn't eaten in two weeks or something]
THE ultimate space nerd. If you even mention something space related he will give you a detailed explanation or description about said space thing- also he's got Team Galactic's base is all space themed & they have millions of dollars worth of stolen space tech lmao [autism moment yes Cyrus is autistic]
Has an engineering degree, also graduated highschool when he was 16 & got into college early. Moved out of his parents' house the second he had enough money
-Ghetsis-
Aroace. The most hardcore aroace guy out there. He has trouble with love & shit due to trauma, which also kinda makes it hard for him to admit that he does fucking care about N [he doesn't deserve N]
Do I really have to explain that this guy is fucking insane? Do I? [He's got actual BPD & he's narcissistic as hell but he's just gotten worse. Also autistic but that's not rlly- bad]
He looks like he'd be homophobic- but he's not. He just hates everyone. Also he's not like sexist or anything like that too
The most stylish & extra person you'll meet. He has a giant wardrobe & has all his clothes custom tailored- he has outfits for certain occasions & times, & he absolutely HAS to have the finest of jewelry & has to get himself all dolled up too. Bro is also feminine as hell sometimes. He knows he's fucking pretty
Has the most random talents & hobbies. I mean, he can swordfight- & also knows gardening?? Wha??? Also very musically talented- he plays 'elegant' instruments like the piano & harp
A goddamn drama queen. If his temper wasn't bad enough don't even get started on how damn overdramatic this asshole is. I swear Colress is so done with his shit
-Lysandre-
Asexual/Demiromantic. Attracted to everyone but preferably men, also will only be attracted to someone if he feels like he has an emotional bond with someone lol
Kinda on the dumber side. Also slow on things, like figuring out what he's actually doing. Genuinely a very sweet & kind person, also a bit of a crybaby but that's unimportant [undiagnosed ADHD]
He's a goddamn baker. He has a degree in business & finances or something- only because his parents made him. He's just an idiot lion baker man. That's also the only reason he took over Team Flare, the old leader kinda just appeared in an alley & told him he could have a bakery if he took up the offer lmaoo
Actually from another universe where he got shot by the Ultimate Weapon, but got swip swapped by Colress because why not!! Because it was a blast full of Xerneas's power [the whimsical deer fairy Pokemon of fucking life] he's immortal. He also can't get like injured- he'll just regenerate
He looks so goddamn intimidating- & he's oblivious to it. Half the time it's because he partially has a resting bitch face or he's squinting because he's kinda far-sighted. Whenever someone says something about it he just gets so fucking confused lmaoo
Thats all for now! I'll do a part 2 & maybe some extras for other characters like Colress- but yeah this is all for now lolzies
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mewintheflesh-2 · 7 months
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Would Nikey recruit some of the other Pokèmon villains to his cause or would they be on the side of the resistance?
I feel like Team Aqua and Magma would be against them for obvious reasons.
Team Skull is just there and Team Rocket is doing things in their own dark corner.
Team Plasma, Galatic, and Flare could join them as admins with their whole “Taking Over the World” stick.
The Aether Foundation/Lusimine would have mixed feelings. She probably would not like the sky destroying the world made for her beautiful Ultra Beasts, but that would give her motivation to work for Nikey so she can still have sunlight for her enclosure.
QUICK WARNING I might’ve gotten a few of these out of character for the leaders. Specifically Ghetsis and Lysander, those are toughies and enigmas to me, but I tried my best! (I’m so sorry Ghetsis enjoyers)
In one of my previous headcanons posts I did state that Winona is working with Archie and Maxie to help create sustainable life on Earth again.
Team Skull would be just as they are before, just a bunch of hooligans making things way harder than they need to be for The Sun’s Children. Plumeria doesn’t want them messing around with Winona or any of her colleagues though, they’re dealing with enough already.
Team Rocket is of course up to no good stealing peoples Pokémon and money. They’re still operating without a leader though, as Giovanni never came back to Team Rocket, so they’re just treated like regular ol’ criminals. Speaking of Jail, it’s actually a pretty decent place to be since Winona began her leadership.
Team Plasma… Oh Team Plasma. It’s always been a thing with me that Mikey had always hated Team Plasma with all his heart, ESPECIALLY and almost specifically Ghetsis. So when Ghetsis came walking into Nikey’s office all those years later, he nearly had a goddamn heart attack. I mean hey, the dude nearly killed him, and WAS going to kill him if N didn’t step in. (Events of BW2).
Nikey is very uncomfortable with Ghetsis and still thinks he’s a goddamn creep. Ghetsis kept getting way too close for comfort in his visit to Nikey, so much so that Nikey himself started to not be as handsy with people as he normally is even months after he visited. (again, hes not handsy in a sexual way).
He either: 1. Very reluctantly decided to work with him and distance himself as much as possible from Ghetsis, or 2. Threw him into the worst jail cell he had on hand and kept him there for god knows how long. (Can you blame him? Like I said the man nearly killed him.) That or he banned him to live under the gloom. God knows Winona wouldn’t accept him into The Sun’s Children. Maybe Ghetsis starts to cook up his own plans… :)
Team Galactic was reformed after the events of Spear Pillar as we saw in DPPT (and BDSP if you want to count those) under the command of Saturn. As it’s new form was (and I believe I’m remembering correctly) an energy company as they once masqueraded as, Winona would absolutely be working with them as to keep the abundance of artificial lights under the smog lit and working properly. Can’t have a total black out now can we?
As for Cyrus, his whole ideal world was one without spirit or emotion as he was unhealthily dealing with his own mental health issues and took it to the extreme. I don’t think he’d want anything to do with Team Nightsky, especially after the events of Spear Pillar.
As for Team Flare, I don’t really have a good gauge on what the team as a whole acts like, much less their admins. I don’t even really remember their names. But Lysander, if I remember correctly, was similar to Cyrus in a way that he took his own issues with the world and decided to deal with it in an extreme way. He’s a philanthropist who genuinely wanted to believe in the good of people, but it just kept backfiring as he realized just how awful people could be. So he took it to the extreme, trying to end the world and make it more beautiful by be-ridding it of awful people (if I remember correctly). Considering how awful Nikey is, I don’t think Lysander would have any desire to work with him, especially after his loss in Kalos.
And last but not least, The Aether Foundation. I’d always avoided Lusamine’s game counterpart as I believe that her anime counterpart is much more how she actually is, my own personal opinion. As a result I don’t have a good gauge of her in SM/USUM, despite being my first Pokémon games. But I do know that her desires did not stem into most of the rest of the Aether Foundation’s, especially Wicke’s, so I will be speaking on that instead.
The Aether Foundation as we know is made to help endangered Pokémon recover and release them back into the wild. As I’ve went into detail into how the world was effected by the smog in my headcanon posts, we know that wild Pokémon are struggling immensely. This is something Aether has dealt with a lot in terms of natural disasters effecting many Pokémon at once, so they have quite a bit of experience with this. Winona would absolutely work with them to help and rescue wild Pokémon and help them recover. Building more paradises across the world in places Winona does not have reach. If I remember correctly, at the end of SM/USUM, Lusamine does start on a better path, so I have my doubts she’d work with Nikey, and as an extension Team Nightsky, at all. If she decided to stray off that better path for whatever reason, I think she might if she burns through her other options first.
Faba, however, is an enigma to me.
Really quickly I would like to point out that since Nikey had gotten stuck in the past, he would have an opportunity to defeat all of these evil teams himself, which I actually believe is what happened with Team Flare kudos to a reddit comment I received two months ago. So I thought for a moment it’d be interesting for Lysander to originally think Nikey was a good man before his rule, but then I realized that would break my reality of Nikey having accidentally traversed realities instead of just time traveling. I might change Nikey having saved Kalos, I might not. Who knows! I think it’d be interesting for Mikey to see his future self on the news held as a hero for saving the world. Maybe that’s when Mikey realizes Nikey might be having a change of heart. :)
ANYWAYS there is absolutely a gang of assassins out for Nikey’s blood, have fun with that! He’s very cautious of new recruits/people he doesn’t trust being near him. He already has 15 attempts to his name. He rarely lets people come into his office for meetings, unless it’s someone he trusts. Even then he doesn’t really fully trust anyone. Unless it’s- *COGHCOUGHCOUGH* sorry what was I gonna say? Don’t remember ;) Anyways you can imagine why he was so shaken up about Ghetsis being in his office. He got a lot more strict with who he lets into his office after that.
WHOO BOY THAT WAS A LONG ONE. This was really fun to write! Though I might’ve written some peoples actions out of character for them. Honest mistake! Hope you enjoyed reading this!
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dcwnrisen-aa · 9 months
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[ mouth ] — sender puts their palm over receiver’s mouth from behind to keep them quiet + reverse / gio
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giovanni knew his healthy respect for women often came from the fear his mama had put in his heart from childhood. the same respect extends to harlow, who he and gianluca have adopted into their family without much preamble. and truly, like the drifter he is, the rabbit follows harlow around, making sure she's safe really. buying supplies she saw but didn't pick up, cute items she eyed. his sister had told him to do so, but it's the same thing he did for any of his siblings so it was second nature.
holding several small bags, he looks away for a second, then looks back up when he notices a random creep eyeing her. giovanni says nothing, his eyes narrowing. both he and the creep are following har now and the low simmering rage he feels sometimes is bubbling now. ugh, what he wouldn't give to take his gun out and pop one into the guy's head. but he can hear gioia's voice now ' no killin' gio, i can barely prevent luca from doing tha', give me a break please. '. giovanni near pouts, turning down an alley way to intercept harlow and he speeds up his steps just as she walks past the other end between the two buildings.
an arm loops around her waist, tugging her into the alley, free hand going over her mouth, ❝ ━ har, pleased t' see yer doin' well. got someone followin' ya, figured we'd lose him before i get in trouble with th' polizia. ❞ he lets her go, gently steering her back the other way. ❝ ━ i picked up some things for ya. let's go t' lunch, eat a big meal and then i can drop ya off, my car's not far from here. ❞
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ghetsis · 1 year
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oops he sent ghetsis some of his incompetent grunts again :/
It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for someone to manage to sneak in to Plasma HQ on stolen credentials. And the intruder was nearly always someone from Rocket (who else would know where to find him?). Rarely were they competent enough to make it past security. As was the case with most of today's onslaught. The one who managed to creep by cobbled a story about having crucial information of the highest sensitivity to be brought to Ghetsis.
That alone was telling. There were proper channels, for one thing. Few grunts actually wanted to face Ghetsis, for another. The ones who did want his attention were generally smart enough to try and earn it rather than demand it. So when the word came in of just such an individual wishing to speak with him, all Ghetsis could do was sigh.
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"Send him in. After a thorough pat-down."
The disarmed grunt was shoved into his office like a goat into a tiger's cage.
"So, what is it," Ghetsis asked. "What is your dire message?" Annoyed boredom drenched his voice.
The grunt stammered something unintelligible as Ghetsis searched a drawer for a letter opener.
"Never mind," he interrupted. "I already know why you're here." He stood, the dull blade glistening in his weaker hand."
"You're here because you are among the most worthless agents Giovanni has in his ranks and this is your one chance to give value to your life. He wishes to insult me with your ineptitude, but you have at least surpassed your comrades, so I will grant you the chance to accomplish your mission."
He looms over the Rocket, offering the letter opener handle first.
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"Go on then, give it the old college try."
The grunt stood on jelly legs, eyes darting between the tool and his target. This didn't go how he expected... He didn't want to try anymore, but he had his ultimatum: Come back with Ghetsis's head or don't come back at all.
A shaky hand reached for the offered weapon and Ghetsis's strong arm struck like a viper to seize his would-be assailant's throat. He lifted the Rocket off the ground and squeezed tight as the man kicked and gagged.
"No wonder he has no use for you..."
He squeezed tighter until he felt a satisfying crack beneath his fingers and Rocket's struggling ceased. His victim was unceremoniously dropped and Ghetsis returned to his desk to make a call.
"Have the body disposal team sent to my office immediately. And send the corpse back to Kanto, I am not cleaning up Giovanni's trash!"
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Hmph. Irritating...
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lostonehero · 2 years
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Uhhhhhh meanwhile in Alola
Nanu internally was finally no longer in pain, even his headache went away, but now he was hearing things. He tried to talk to Giovanni, but since Mitchell was staying with him it was difficult to get alone time to discuss matters. Mitchell didn't need to get wrapped up in old rocket drama, or have to deal with Gio. He loved Gio but even he knew the baggage that came with befriending him was vast, and Mitchell didn't need anything that would allow the public to crucify him.
The voices seem to be coming from the many meowths that he owned. It's physically impossible humans are not able to understand pokemon, it's that simple. Even the mimikyus that were visiting seemed to have things to say. It's been driving him up the wall all things considered. He sighs, maybe Mitchell coukd help he has been staying with Nanu for a month now, he would notice if something was wrong.
Mitchell smiled watching Nanu creep into the living room. "Ah you seem to be in better shape today Nanu." He hums letting himself be swarmed by the cats, who kept repeating alpha and thanks.
Nanu furrowed his brows trying to ignore the constant talking, but he couldn't. He threw his arms up and sighed. "I'm going crazy Mitchell, I just can't stop these fucking voices. First the body pain then I'm hearing voices my genetics are done."
Mitchell raised a brow and snapped his fingers making all of the Pokémon disperse with a ok alpha. "What are you hearing." He says getting up to check Nanu's temperature.
Nanu frowns feeling the abnormally cold hand touch his forehead. "Well they all just have different versions of yes alpha whatever that means." He sighs and slouches. "I'm just hearing things aren't I."
Mitchell eyes widen for a second looking down at Nanu. "Well I mean that's what all the pokemon call me Alpha because I am one it's a term of respect." He scratches the stubble on his chin. "They don't call me Mitchell even though I have asked."
Something in Nanu twists as the pieces come together. He wasn't a dumb man, but this sounded outlandish. "They are talking to you?" He waves his hand dismissing that thought. "You hear them too, it's the pokemon talking." More of a statement then a question.
"Well of course I do it would be a disaster if I couldn't." Mitchell hums. "And you don't have a fever."
Nanu presses his fingers to his lips. "You understand pokemon, and now I can too." He pauses biting his lip. "You're a half pokemon aren't you?"
Mitchell smiles. "No I am not, I am am alpha pokemon though." He frowns watching Nanu's expression change to one of something couldn't identify. "Oh shoot I'm sorry. I trust you but I shoukd of revealed that I'm sorry, did I scare you. Oh no uh I cam leave."
Nanu takes a breath. "Ok a lot of things make sense about you now, but it doesn't explain my predicament." He lets out a long sigh and gives Mitchell a blanket. "Just hold this."
Mitchell frowns in confusion his previous worry is gone. "Why a blanket?"
Nanu sighs and smiles. "I dunno feel better."
"I do? How did you do that?" Mitchell hums looking excited.
"Distractions are great for calming one down."
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seas-storyarchive · 6 months
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Au where Zatara and Zatanna putting on the Helmet enraged Sindella beyond all mortal comprehension so she appealed to Arion and her "uncles" to let her return to Earth. Saying that Nabu abandoned his humanity for the greater good and it was doing nothing but hurting the world and tipping things in Chaos' favor.
Her Uncles argue that because she is Mortal, it is already a failed endeavor. That her return will ever further tip the scales in Chaos' favor - and she was a mortal doctor, having taken an oath to do no harm. Arion is the only one to agree with her, arguing with his brothers that because Sindella is Mortal but also Order, she is the perfect one to become Order's Champion - as Klarion was no a human so her oath did not apply to him. And, after some deliberation as well as the fact he is one of the Elder Lord's, Sindella is given the go-ahead. She would return in the body she departed Earth from.
When Sindella returns, it is fire. Literally. She is bathed in fire, being reborn in the Watchtower - during a League meeting with every Team member and mentor present. Wearing a white dress, long flowing red scarf, the Crown of Arion, and eyes of calm fury.
She first reunites with Zatanna, as she had been in the collection of people assembled - it is a tearfilled reunion. And then, she goes to the unconscious Fate.
"Tsk. Giovanni can't hear or see with Nabu being unconscious." She says, before a familiar smirk crosses her lips. She grabs Nabu's helmet and, with little resistance once Nabu feels the magic of Arion, gives a light tug.
Fate is gone. In it's place is it's host.
A month, he hadn't been seen. His hair was longer and he'd started to grow a patchy beard. He was also thinner, but that could be dealt with in a healthy manner. But, first..
"I can see your lips puckering, love. You won't get a kiss that easily."
The hope was just drained from his face as he opened his eyes with a smile. "Can't blame me for trying." He gives a dreamy sigh after a minute. "Still just as beautiful as the last time I saw you."
There was laughter and talking through check ups, Sindella meeting Zatanna's friends and being reintroduced to Giovanni's co-workers. She reveals to Arthur that they are cousins, through Orion rulling Atlantis and having two branches of heirs - hers obviously coming to the surface.
And when asked why exactly she was back, she asked for the Lasso of Truth because it was a lot to recall. But when she explained it all, some members of the league were relieved as Fate had creeped them out. Others (namely Batman, but my negative for him aside) where suspicious still.
But yeah, Sindella went back to work at the hospital (making her the majority bread winner again) and only really helped out if Klarion was present or there was a medical emergency - her death being retroactively changed in others memories to her being at home for those yeas where she died. Giovanni mellowed out big time. And Zatanna got to have a relatively normal childhood over all.
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wolfsgravity · 2 years
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Some days, when there’s more eggs than baby Pokémon, Rocket!Remee takes an egg and a portable incubator from their Daycare setup and sets up in the corner of Giovanni’s office. He usually gives a halfhearted scolding for their slacking off, but Remee holds up the egg and gives him big, sweet eyes that he has grown too soft to. He’s loath to admit that he misses Remee when they’re not around, and that something in his greedy heart stirs when he sees them doting over the little ones.
Today is one of those days. Remee’s stretched out on their pile of pillows and blankets in the corner, silently keeping an eye on a particularly slow-going egg. They’re a little frustrated that it hasn’t shown signs of hatching yet, though it does show signs of life still. The incubator sits on the floor, probably 2 feet from their face. They spare glances at Giovanni to calm down every so often; their anxiety has a way of creeping up on them, but seeing their lover not far away reminds them to breathe.
Soon enough, Giovanni clears his throat. “My love,” he says, “I need to check in with some of my field agents. You know the drill.”
Remee makes a motion like zipping their lips shut and smiles.
Down from the ceiling on the far wall drops a large screen, and Giovanni presses some buttons. The screen lights up, and Remee’s favorite (and Giovanni’s least favorite) agents appear.
Jessie, James, and the talking Meowth make their report, as Remee silently peeks on from afar. It’s unclear if they can see the Daycare specialist in the corner, nobody has ever commented on their presence. Then again, Giovanni’s intimidating aura usually keeps unnecessary comments to a minimum. Remee only half pays attention to what they’re actually saying, still partially preoccupied by the egg and now otherwise partially distracted by that same intimidating aura from the Boss.
But they do glimpse at the screen and smile at the overly friendly faces of the trio, probably lying their way through a bumbling mission report. Remee hears the trio sign off and the room goes temporarily dark as the screen blinks out.
They sigh, not realizing they’d been holding back their breathing slightly so as not to make noise.
Giovanni grumbles and turns in his chair, petting his Persian absently. Remee, equally absently, speaks without thinking.
“James is really pretty.”
Giovanni freezes. Remee freezes. The egg is as still as ever.
After what feels like minutes, the Persian lets out a low meow, snapping the two humans out of their frozen states.
“I meant that totally platonically.”
“Hmph,” Giovanni snorts, voice clipped, “rightfully so.”
Remee’s heart runs cold at his tone. “I’m serious, Gio. He’s not—“
“You will use my full name or my title for this conversation.”
The Persian purrs in a laughing manner.
“Giovanni. Boss,” Remee scrambles to their feet and starts towards his desk, then nearly trips over themself to turn around and pick up the incubator. Duty stands. “Giovanni, please trust me, I love you.”
“Sit back down.”
Remee complies, sitting rigidly on the floor next to their pillow pile, eyes watering.
“You know I’m a jealous man.”
“I know, Giovanni. I’m sorry,” they hiccup, and Giovanni’s eyes widen. Anyone else crying was a nuisance. But when it’s Remee…
Remee hugs onto the incubator and whimpers, trying to hold back their tears and failing. “I’m sorry…”
Giovanni sighs and rubs his temples, reigning himself back in. He gently pushes Persian off his lap, causing the cat Pokemon to growl and slink off to its bed. He then stands from his desk and walks over to Remee, picking up a blanket from their pile and kneeling next to them, wrapping the blanket around them and the incubator.
“I’m not a nice man,” Giovanni says, wrapping his arm around Remee’s shoulders, “That you love me is a wonder, and I hold onto that too tightly. I apologize for making you cry, my love.”
Remee hiccups again, leaning into the combined warmth of him, the blanket, and the incubator. “‘S okay. I came into this relationship knowing you were mean. Remember what you did to my old field partner?”
“He was too close to you.” He growls.
Remee giggls, despite themself. Giovanni wipes their face with a handful of blanket, ending by cradling their jaw in his palm. “May I kiss you?”
“You may.”
He leans in and gently presses his lips against theirs, and Remee melts against him.
Then comes a little tap.
Remee reels back and looks down, grinning when they notice the small crack at the peak of the egg.
“Gio, I gotta go, it’s hatching!” They whisper, giving him one more kiss for the road. The both of them stand, Remee quickly scooping up the incubator and heading towards the door.
“Wait,” Giovanni says, half surprising himself for what he’s about to suggest. Remee pauses at the door.
“What?”
“Do you know what’s about to hatch from that egg?”
“Should be a Dreepy. Some rich dude wants a really fast Dragapult, so I—“
“Breed a second one. Remember that the egg needs extra warmth. This one remains with the two of us,” As he says that last bit, he blushes a little and sticks his hands in his suit pockets.
Remee blushes as well, and goes to say something in response, but the egg wiggles again, tapping against the glass and widening the crack.
“Take it to the Daycare for now, make sure it hatches healthy, then bring it back here and we’ll come up with a plan for its care. Now go.”
Remee simply nods and quickly walks away, face red.
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lollitree · 2 years
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So Ghetsis is just straight up a horrible manipulative person but you can TELL, he has an evil look in his eye. Not to mention his over the top attire.
Giovanni however is just plain creepy. Every interaction I have with him in Poke Masters leaves me feeling very uncomfortable I hate it
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nomorechoirs · 3 years
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We’ll dream of a longer summer.
“My nerves long for the sun, summer, and freedom.” — Hermann Hesse trans. Mark Harman
“Spring was giving way to summer and people getting off work were shedding their jackets, folding them over their forearms to carry. A familiar itch was creeping in. That aching toward something wild–when the days get longer and a walk through the city becomes entirely pleasant from morning to night, when you want to run drunk down an empty street in sneakers and fling all responsibility to the wayside.” — Michelle Zauner
“Well now it’s summer I thought, so let me do something new.” — Sujata Bhatt
“I wasted my summer in destructive restlessness, trying to find a way to be comfortable in my life and my skin. Very stupid. I hope you’ll avoid that. Go out. Get some proper hold of your moods. Relax.” — Martha Gellhorn
“Early summer, idle images. No wind, no wound, the world unpetaled and opened to anyone’s tongue.” — Charles Wright
“And it grows, the vain summer, even for us with our bright green sins.” — Carlo Betocchi trans. Geoffrey Brock
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald
"But — that one summer of bliss. In that kitchen. I was not afraid of burns or scars; I didn’t suffer from sleepless nights. Every day I thrilled with pleasure at the challenges tomorrow would bring. Memorizing the recipe, I would make carrot cakes that included a bit of my soul. At the supermarket I would stare at a bright red tomato, loving it for dear life. Having known such joy, there was no going back." — Banana Yoshimoto
“It was the summer she threw herself onto her mattress and looked up at the print of Monet’s water lilies hanging above, and broke through the wall to float in the warm water of the paint. She could breathe inside it and thought of Ophelia who never really seemed dead. They were not dead in the water. She was not suffocating with a mouth painted shut painted into a square of blue hung on the wall of a teenage girl.” — Ely Shipley
“This summer I’ll cut my hair off. This summer I’ll be Jeanne D'Arc. I’ll write the script, I’ll play her life. I’ll burn for what I believe.” — Carole Maso
“It is summer and I am in the middle of my life. Alone and happy.” — Linda Gregg
“If it could only be like this always — always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe.” — Evelyn Waugh
“I began to talk. I talked about summer, and about time. The pleasures of eating, the terrors of the night. About this cup we call a life. About happiness. And how good it feels, the heat of the sun between the shoulder blades.” — Mary Oliver
“I could sense the persistent violence with which the closed earth was opening up inside as it prepared to give birth, and knew with what burden of sweetness the summer would ripen a hundred thousand oranges, and I knew that those oranges were mine, simply because I wanted it so.” — Clarice Lispector trans. Giovanni Pontiero
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— “Vernal Equinox Navels”, Carolyn Lord
“Remember the days of our first happiness, how strong we were, how dazed by passion, lying all day, then all night in the narrow bed, sleeping there, eating there too: it was summer, it seemed everything had ripened at once.” — Louise Gluck
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— “Stay Gold”, First Aid Kit
“Deep within everyone’s heart there always remains a sense of longing for that hour, that summer, that one brief moment of blossoming.” — Irene Nemirovsky trans. Sandra Smith
“That summer we sat with our backs to the street, letting time pass— lying all afternoon in the grass as if green and insect were the world. I am, I am, and you are, you are, we wrote, until the paper seemed a tree again and we walked beneath it greener and unsullied afresh.” — Deborah Landau
“In summer the song sings itself.” — William Carlos Williams
“I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music.” — Violette Leduc
“The summer is in me like a readiness for flight, / And I search among the signs / For the flare, polestar, pulley towards the edge.” — Muriel Rukeyser
“The summer dress rustles against the flesh of my thighs, the grass grows underfoot, at the edges of my eyes there are movements, in the branches; feathers, flittings, grace notes, tree into bird, metamorphosis run wild. Goddesses are possible now and the air suffuses with desire.” — Margaret Atwood
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— “Woman with a Parasol”, Claude Monet
“Twilight, then early evening. Fireflies in the room, flickering here and there, here and there, and summer’s deep sweetness filling the open window.” — Louise Gluck
“Dark summer grass. Lightning bugs in their slow flashing. The night above you was more in you than your breath, the stars always shifting in your chest.” — Joanna Klink
“Summer night — even the stars are whispering to each other.” — Kobayashi Issa trans. Robert Hass
“This summer night deep down under the stars was all the things you would ever feel or see or hear in your life, drowning you all at once.” — Ray Bradbury
“”One moment longer,“ whispered solitude and the summer moon, “stay with us: all is truly quiet now; for another quarter of an hour your presence will not be missed: the day’s heat and bustle have tired you; enjoy these precious minutes.”” — Charlotte Bronte
“Sometimes in later summer I won’t touch anything, not the flowers, not the blackberries brimming in the thickets; I won’t drink from the pond; I won’t name the birds of the trees; I won’t whisper my own name. One morning, the fox came down the hill, glittering and confident, and didn’t see me — and I thought: so this is the world. I’m not in it. It is beautiful.” — Mary Oliver
“And it was so good this summer/ To become unaccustomed to my name/ In that almost vineyard silence/ And that reality imitating dream.” — Anna Akhmatova trans. Judith Hemschemeyer
“And it was here, one summer day, I sat down to read an old book. When I looked up from the noon-lit page, I saw a vision of a world about to come, and a world about to go.” — Li-Young Lee
“I write to make you suffer, to dance life before you. Do you see how summer holds me?” — Anne-Marie Kegels trans. Keith Waldrop
“It is summer. The singing grows urgent. Twice a week, sometimes more, I am called from sleep to walk in the night and think of death.” — Mary Oliver
“Some mornings in summer I step outside and the sky opens and pours itself into me as if I were a saint about to die.” — Lisel Mueller
“I want to stay awake for the next three days and nights, drawing the threads of my summer cocoon neatly about me and snipping all the loose ends: to savor until the dying of the last wave, the last dawn, this place, the leaving of which means leaving a great space of living…and aging, aging.” — Sylvia Plath
“We’ll dream of a longer summer but this is the one we have: I lay my sunburnt hand on your table: this is the time we have.” — Adrienne Rich
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yamujiburo · 3 years
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Jessie and Cassidy reconciliation fanfic thing
I was going through my notes app just now to just clear out some junk and I found something I'd written like a year ago and totally forgot about hahhaha. I don't usually do fanfics but I guess I was in a writing mood that night. I can't remember why I stopped. I either got stuck, didn't know how I wanted it to end or was just having a hard time figuring out like,,,, the arcs and what I wanted the main focus of the story to be. Anyhow, here it is if you wanna read the set up I made for it haha
Jessie, James and Meowth have once again failed to complete a mission and Matori is TIRED of it. She brings it up go Giovanni who tells her not to worry about them. Matori can’t figure out why Giovanni puts up with them and starts digging on possible reasons why Giovanni would keep them around. She decides to go to HR to find answers. There, she meets Wendy.
“Ah– Matori!”
“Pull up records for Jessie, James and–“, Matori notices that Wendy already has Jessie’s files pulled up and gives her a strange look.
“I see you’re already doing your research on Miss Jessie…”
“N-no! Well, yes. It’s just that Jessie has continuously failed almost all missions she’s been assigned! Not to mention she’s singlehandedly almost made the organization go broke. Well, not really but she still owes a lot of money!”
“And the other two?”
“Huh? Oh yeah them, too I guess.”
“I just don’t understand what Giovanni could possible see in them. They’re not good for Team Rocket.”
“Tell me about it, I’ve been trying to get the boss to fire them for years. But he’s got a real soft spot for them apparently. Tch, to think they were the top of their class once.”
“Hmph, I find that hard to believe.”
“I can’t speak for James and Meowth, but Jessie really was a promising recruit. So much so that when she threatened to quit, she somehow manipulated every exec into fulfilling her demands.”
“Threatened to quit?” The gears in Matori’s head began to turn. Sure Giovanni wouldn’t fire the trio, but if they were to quit, there would be nothing he could do.
“Yeah, she had a falling out with her first partner. And instead of being PROFESSIONAL she wined until she got a new one. Then she proceeded to go through like 10 more partners until James came along. If you’ve ever talked to her I’m sure you can tell she’s not the easiest person to work with.”
“Hm. Perhaps it’s time to switch up some teams.”
“C-can you do that? Is that allowed?”
“I could pull some strings.”
“Isn’t that sabotage?” Wendy asks. Matori shoots her a look.
“Call it what you want, but it’s my job to make sure this organization is successful as possible. Getting rid of some problem lackeys will only benefit Team Rocket. If Giovanni won’t do anything about them, then I will.”
“Matori. You are my hero”
“Are there any potential candidates we could temporarily team them up with? Or members they’ve been known to… not get along with?”
A big, Gengar-like smile creeps on Wendy’s face. “I know just the agents.”
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Early in the morning in Jessie and James’ base, they get a call from Matori. Jessie is already annoyed, knowing who’s calling, but she wakes up her team members just in case it was Giovanni.
“A little early don’t you think, Matori?” Matori composes herself and ignores Jessie’s jab.
“Giovanni hasn’t arrived yet, but I have very important news.” Jessie, James and Meowth’s interests are piqued. “Your success rates have been… less than exemplary. But, you have previously shown you are exceptional agents.”
Jessie is taken aback by the, sort of, compliment from Matori. “So what’s the issue?”
“We have reason to believe that, while neither of you are individually the reason for your constant failures, you are incompatible as a team and you are going to be reassigned to different partners, effective immediately.”
James and Meowth look at each other shocked, and the thoughts going through their head were interrupted by their soon to be, not-leader. “WHAT?! You can’t split us up! We–“
“I apologize for the inconvenience. But this is for the benefit of Team Rocket. I do not have time to argue this. It has already been decided and your new partners have been decided. James, you are to return to headquarters where you will meet your new partner and Jessie, you will remain where you are and your new partner will arrive tomorrow.”
“What about, Me-owth?”
Matori pauses. She hadn’t thought about the cat. “You can decide who you wish to go with. Thank you for your time. Best of luck with your new arrangements.”
Matori hangs up. Jessie, James and Meowth stand staring at the screen, solemn. What doe they do now? Years of working together over, just like that.
“UGH THAT LITTLE FOUR EYED BOWL CUT HAIRED FREAK! I’m gonna do something about this! They can’t do this to us!” James gently puts his had on Jessie’s shoulder.
“There’s nothing we can do,”
James packs up, Meowth has decided to go with James. They say their goodbyes. James and Meowth grab the rest of their things and leave. Jessie is left alone with her thoughts.
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Back at headquarters, we see James and Meowth being led by Matori to her office where she says his new partner is waiting. She talks about how this member is in a very similar situation. They walk in and see short, green hair. “BUTCH???”
“Oh no not you guys!”
“If you’re my new partner, that must mean…”
“Oh no,” they all say in unison.
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Jessie still lying in the same place on her bed. Why was she feeling this way? She’d been through so many parters before. Sure she’d been with James and Meowth longer, but she wasn’t one to get attached. Well, not anymore. In the middle of her thought, she hears the elevator to the base coming down. She gets up and makes herself as presentable as possible (over shirt is off, makeup kinda smeared, boots off). Before she can get her shit together, a pair of white boots click, clack in. Jessie looks up, and the flash of orange, blonde seared her eyes.
“CASSIDY?!”
“JESSIE?!”
“No, no, no there has to be some sort of mistake. I can’t be teamed up with you! I hate you!”
“The feeling’s mutual.”
“I can’t believe I going to have to work with your ugly ass every day.”
“You’re one to talk. Have you looked in the mirror lately?” Jessie turned to the standup mirror leaning against the wall. She was definitely not looking her best.
“You caught me at a bad time!”
“You sure? I recall you always looking this ratty. I guess it has been a while since I’ve seen you, thank goodness," Cassidy said smugly. Jessie was already pissed off.
“We’re calling Matori RIGHT NOW to fix this.”
“Gee, while you’re looking like that?”
“I DON’T WANNA HEAR IT.” Jessie picked up the communicator, which brandished a large R on the wall. Matori picked up.
“Good afternoon Jessie, are you aware that you’re not in uniform?”
“Cut the crap you clod! You set me up with Cassidy on purpose!”
“Ah I see you’ve met your new partner! Hello, Cassidy.”
“Matori,” Cassidy said with a small bow. Of course Cassidy was trying to stay composed. Just another way to try one-up Jessie.
“We can NOT work together. I demand you put me back on my old team!”
“While I’m not one to disagree with higher ups, Miss Matori, I unfortunately have to side with Jessie on this one. You might not be aware but Jessie and I were partners once in our training days. We simply are not compatible,” Cassidy explained as politely as possible.
“Was there a reason for this, incompatibility? I was looking through your records and it appeared that you two were quite the team back in the day. I had assumed that the executives just wanted two top agents to be on other teams with some less skilled trainees.” Both Cassidy and Jessie blushed.
It was true that Jessie and Cassidy were at the top of their class for quite some time. But the reasons for them being split up were quite… personal.
“Listen, we just can’t work together. Try getting that through that helmet head of yours.”
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~aaaaand this is where i got to~
Anyone wanna finish this for me? /j
I can't remember where I wanted this to go. I think I was gonna have Jessie and Cassidy try to suck it up and work together so they don't lose their jobs. They fight Ash and Goh, trying to get Pikachu as usual and quickly fail because of their bickering. They eventually have a heart to heart, wondering where they went wrong back when they were a team. They say a lot of things that they'd failed to communicate in the past and reconcile.
THEN this is where I kinda got stuck on what I wanted the focus/them to me. There was a version in my head where after they reconcile they like,,, make out and start falling in love again (for those new here, I firmly believe Jessie and Cassidy are bitter exes and had a falling out during their training days). After this their chemistry and communication improve immensely resulting in them succeeding to catch Pikachu. Matori comes to retrieve it but Ash and Goh get it back while it's in Matori's hands (making it her failure). And then I wasn't sure how to end this version. Maybe things going back to normal after Giovanni finds out that Jessie and Cassidy are dating and deems it unprofessional. Jessie, James and Meowth are reunited and Cassidy and Butch are as well. Happy ending were things are as they were but now Cassidy and Jessie are on good terms and still together maybe???
The oooother version was centering the story more around Jessie and her inability to keep her partners/not appreciating them. If I went with this I think I'd start off the story differently with her being a dick to James and Meowth (which she is a lot of the time but this time she crosses a line). After the team switch she finds that she really had been taking her teammates for granted. I think Cassidy and Jessie still have that heart to heart but then it's more about how Jessie hurt Cassidy and Jessie kinda realizes that she's still making the same errors currently. They reconcile buuut the both of them still want their old partners back so they hatch a plan to successfully steal Pikachu but ensure that Ash gets it back when it's in Matori's hands. They request that they be paired up with their old teammates and in exchange, wouldn't tell Giovanni that Matori messed up. Everything goes back to normal the end.
I had too many jumbled ideas and because I don't have the attention span to write for more than a couple hours I just dropped this LOL. Just thought I'd share in case anyone found this remotely interesting or entertaining hehe
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Jeweler Richard Fanbook Short Story #26
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Opera-phile
I had a hobby that I couldn’t tell anyone about. People like me were no rare breed.
Amongst the hobbies I had heard about from my friends until now, the one that made me think “this might be a bit hard to tell someone” the most was that keeping ice cream lids when they finished eating it. They said they would write down the date on each lid and store them in one of those clear files sold at 100-yen shops. They could only eat ice cream on special days when they were little, and they still couldn’t get over the habit of that time. The face of the person who had told me about this seemed simply satisfied in some way. Regardless, this may not have been something so difficult to say because it was revealed at a drinking party.
Now. Bringing the topic back to me.
If you were living alone in a foreign land called Sri Lanka, you could do whatever you wanted. I could get up at any time, eat whatever I felt like, study the things I enjoyed and go wherever I wanted with my Three-Wheeler. I didn’t have much, but the prices were cheap. My culinary repertoire was also noticeably increasing. Even if I danced alone in my room, no one would be watching. No, my dear dog ​​Jirou would stare at me with a bit of a strange look, but there were times when he’d eventually jump up and down and start dancing with me. Even if I listened to music at a loud volume, the same went for my neighbors.
Therefore, I was now thinking that maybe my stopper had come off a little.
I had bought the CD in Colombo, the real capital of Sri Lanka. As one would expect of the biggest shop in the country, they sold a lot of things that were unlikely to be available in Kandy.
The jacket featured a black-haired woman with a spellbound face, both of her arms outstretched. It was an opera CD with twelve songs.
I went back and forth in my room, shouting, “ah~, ah~”. What an opera was? No, I did know. It was traditional singing style – something like a musical, in which singers such as tenor, paritone, soprano and alto would perform along with a play. But something about them that diverged a bit from musicals was that the words used were old, the melodies weren’t excitable, and they were mainly either Italian or French, I believed.
I had no choice but admit it at this point. I liked opera.
Nakata Seigi had the words “I’m in love with opera” floating about in his head. I was driven by an urge to scream “gyaaah” and make said words disappear, but on the CD jacket, Maria Callas was making a spellbound face as usual, and that made me happy. I had purchased this CD after much hesitation over buying this or buying that. There was no way I wouldn’t be happy about it. Still...
Somewhere in my head, I recognized this as something embarrassing.
My dear boss was always telling me to think rationally at such times. He told me that whenever I thought my mind was moving in absurd ways, it always happened that there was some sort of timid development in me, which I either hadn’t noticed or, even if I did notice it, I’d ignore it – but once I understood it, it would stop being absurd.
Why would opera be embarrassing in the first place?
How I had come to like opera? The trigger was the radio. When I was staying at a hotel for a while back in Tokyo, I tended to feel down because I had nothing to do other than study, so I’d sometimes listen to the radio broadcast at the hotel while devoting myself to physics and English.
The singing voice I heard at that time was – how should I put it? – tremendously wonderful.
I couldn’t think that it was the voice of someone from the same world as myself. Someone was singing in a place just a few ways away, and as I listened to it, my body felt like my body was airily floating up – it was that kind of voice. I didn’t have any preferences for either male or female, and if anything, I liked both. The title of the song being streamed was written in the hotel’s guidebook, so I went to a video streaming site and searched for the same song by other singers and the songs that came before and after said piece. Faust. Madama Butterfly. Otello. Rigoletto. The Magic Flute. Don Giovanni. Whenever an opera song was used on a TV show, i became able to at least tell which prelude it was from.
And this passion hadn’t cooled down even now that some time had passed since then.
I walked around the room again, shouting, “Uuuh, uuuh”. Jirou energetically followed me from behind. It was almost as if he meant to say, “It’s fun to go a stroll even inside a room, huh, owner?”. Sorry but it’s not like I’m taking you on a walk, I thought, yet Jirou couldn’t care less, letting out a sweet voice as I held him up and rocked him, and then running off to the yard as if he had gotten excited. Just as I felt relieved, thinking about what a cute fella he was, I found myself imagining something. I could see myself at the drinking party, talking about how I liked opera. The reaction I pictured was an explosion of laughter.
“‘Opera’, you say. What’s up with that? It’s that thing where fat people raise their voices like crazy, right? You like that? Why? No way, Nakata, didn’t you just want to have a rich people hobby just ‘cause you’ve well-off these days? Like, those that feel like you’re superior. That’s exactly what opera is. Okay, I get it, but that ain’t very interesting, so how about we change the topic?”
It gave me chills.
I wasn’t creeped out by how people might talk about my hobbies. However, it was painful to have the whole genre of opera, which had saved me back when I was put in a spot like a light reaching out from the sky, be judged by people who didn’t even know the difference between Callas and Pavarotti and not be able to defend them. I had to protect what was important to me. Or else, it would get damaged. I wasn’t referring to the long-standing form of art that had been cultivated for hundreds of years. I meant my own heart. That was painful to me.
Yeah, I was somewhat aware that this wasn’t an “embarrassment”. But I was scared.
I was low-key terrified of having people pointing their fingers at me from behind with words such as “eccentric”, “weirdo” or “pretentious” for having a preference that was different from other people’s – and something that I seriously liked, no less.
With a deep breath, I took the CD’s vinyl cover. Unlike Japanese CDs, there was none of those convenient little ears that made the cover come off when you pulled it. I slowly cut it with a pair of scissors, set it on a nostalgic stereo radio and played it while referring to the table of track numbers on the backside.
Just from the intro, I already knew who was singing and what song it was.
Maria Callas’s “Casta Diva”. It was a song from an opera called “Norma”, and the meaning of it was “chaste goddess”.
What it made me reminisce to was a seriously horrible time, when I had to prepare for my death to a certain extent. Whenever this song played in the hotel’s radio program, which repeated itself over and over, this song would connect me with paradise, telling me that I didn’t need to worry about trivial matters, so I was able to leave it all aside and relax. It was that kind of song. Without a doubt, my biggest and best saver was that beautiful jeweler, but from the sidelines, opera had definitely helped me keep my sanity.
That was amazing.
I was grateful from the bottom of my heart that this form of art, which couldn’t be classified as mainstream at all in Japan and probably overseas as well, had maintained its thread of life across the centuries. It had saved me. Would the CD sales be of any help to it? Thankfully, I had some money to spend and was probably able to buy a set of all-track CDs per month. Would that be a form of repayment of any kind? It would be great if so, I thought wholeheartedly.
“Casta Diva” wasn’t too long a piece. With a voice that sounded like it was vanishing, the song ended. For whatever reason, it made me feel like crying, no matter how many times I had listened to it. It was too beautiful. It was an impossible speculation, but if Richard turned into a song, I felt that his form would change into something very close to this one.
Once I finished listening to the track, the “aaah”s and “uuuh”s had disappeared from my head. I liked opera. Opera turned into my strength. So I wanted to cherish it.
Even if someone ridiculed me for it, the problem was with the person, not with me or with opera. And my precious, beautiful shopkeeper had stated that “no discriminating other people based on their preferences” was one of the main principles of Etranger. What was I going to do by discriminating myself?
I was going to keep buying opera CDs from now on too, I swore proudly to my heart, yet secretly decided not to write about it in my blog or talk to Richard about it. Not because it was embarrassing. But rather because I had the gut feeling that I couldn’t predict what would happen in the end if I told him.
On that day, I was busy with preparations for cooking. First Saul-san, and then Richard would come to Kandy to hear the reports about the progress of my studies. It was also like a test. But I hadn’t studied half-assedly enough to chicken out at that. Above all, thanks to the negotiations in Ratnapura, I was conscious that my eyes were well-trained, if I could say so myself.
If it didn’t go well even with this, that was fine. I was happy to find new challenges. Lots of things became easier once I started feeling that studying was fun.
And since they were coming over, they wouldn’t get angry if I prepared a bit of a feast. More than anything, being able to cook a few people’s share in this house had me overjoyed. After all, I was basically living alone, so just how many times had I found delicious-looking and cheap food but had to tearfully give up because I wasn’t sure if I could eat it all by myself?
Being surrounded by things that made you happy was extremely good for the heart.
Deciding to go for an additional blow, I set the CD in the radio. A long aria began at the end of the first opus of all songs. It was a French opera called “La Fille du Régiment”, and being fond of this one had greatly helped me when I was studying French.
The man who started to sing that he was going to marry the army was a world-renowned tenor.
In the beginning, the man sang that he was going to do meritorious deeds in the army, cheered on by his companions. Since I had been listening to the words ever since back when I could only hear them as katakana spelling, my mouth moved without any reference. Of course, my voice didn’t sound like that of a tenor, but it had the same gist as somehow trying to sing in the range of a singer from some music show. Just that was fun enough.
A fish pie was baking in the oven. There were three types of curry in the smaller pots. My Nakata-style sliced veggies pickled in soy sauce, which were a mixture of chopped coconut sambal and dried fruits, were lined up on a cutting board, and the fresh fruits that I planned to make into mixed juice were all completely ready. The only thing I had left to do was preparing watalappan for dessert. It had to chill in the fridge for a while, so it was necessary to make it in advance. However, since it was my third time making it, I had the procedure memorized. No worries.
The tenor raised his voice amidst joy. The man who sang, “Ah, I’m going, I’m going to marry the army” didn’t like the army in particular, he was just in love with the abandoned girl that all the men from the regiment he was enlisted in were raising together.
The key switched to waltz. The true value of the tenor would ensue from that point onward.
The oven beeped, indicating that the pie had finished baking. With light steps, put on my gloves, took out the whole iron plate with the pie on it and gently slid it into a white porcelain plate.
A series of splendid high Cs. This referred to when the tenor raised their voice a great deal. If the composer was wonderful in reproducing the feelings of happiness into the music so keenly, then so was the singer who sang them so faithfully, I believed. The feeling of excitement turned into the melody just the way it was.
I arranged the dishes on the table and peeled the fruits. The high Cs continued one after another. I opened a can of coconut milk and mixed the contents with nut paste. The song was approaching the end. “What a fate, what a fate,” he sang, sounding merry. The highest note was near.
The song was coming to a close while celebrating happiness with the highest note. The feelings of the singer weren’t recorded in the CD, but I could hear them as comfortably as could be.
It wasn’t nearly high enough, but I sang along at a fairly loud volume.
At the same time as the song finished with a flashy grace note, I lightly kicked the open lid of the oven. It closed up neatly. With this, everything was all set. I was going to put away the CD set before the guests arrived.
Or so I had planned.
After the peak of my excitement, I noticed that someone was standing outside the window. He hadn’t come in from the front door. Hence the chime didn’t ring.
“Bravo, bravissimo.” A beautiful man wearing a white shirt and sunglasses, said glasses charmingly pushed up above his forehead, was smiling while applauding at my stiffened self.
The test was terrible that day. I didn’t think there was any issue with the contents of my answers. However, since I was stuttering so much, Saul, my mentor who was so picky about manner of speech as well as the contents of it, pointed out that I should “act more dignified”. I knew that better than anyone. There was too much noise interference in my head with things such as, “Why did I put opera on in such high spirits? What did he think of me now? As I thought, does he think that this hobby doesn’t suit me? No, that’s definitely impossible when it comes to my teacher, so I have to take control of my self-consciousness”.
And so, this is a story that happened more than half a year after that. Something that took place in Sri Lanka in May.
“Eh?”
“Happy birthday, Seigi. Here is a little present.”
“A bank deposit transfer certificate?”
“Good job reading it. That is from the USA.”
“USA...”
“There was a seat that you would probably like, so I purchased a year’s worth of it.”
“A year”? This wasn’t potato chips or cup noodles. What kind of seat was that? Was there a truck coming to deliver it? While thinking about such things, I continued reading the A4 paper, and when I got to half of it, I roared loudly. I let out a voice that sounded like a crushed frog, I believed.
The seat that Richard had given me was indeed a seat. But at a music theatre in America, which was likely the world’s most famous. It was a one-year membership card.
This was proof that “a seat will be reserved for you”. A seat just for me, for any performance, that I could use whenever I went there.
I felt lightheaded. Just how much had this “seat” cost him? What was he trying to do by giving something like this to someone who sat in swivel chairs sold at mass retailers? I did have such rational retorts in my head, but above that, I was so, so happy that I started jumping up and down. I could go to a theatre that I only knew about from CDs. Anytime, as long as I had the plane tickets. No matter who was singing.
“Can I really have this?!”
“Do you think I’m some sort of boorish lad who’d take back the treasure after making the other person happy?”
“No way! Uoooh, I’m too excited; that’s bad!”
“You are reacting like a dog again...”
“I’m gonna run in the yard for a bit!”
As I, with a messy katakana pronunciation, sang to myself the chorus part of the aria that had just finished while rolling around in the yard, Jirou ran over and mounted on me without restraint. “Owner, we’re going to play here, right? We’re going to play here, right? Come, let’s play,” he seemed to say, energetically wagging his tail. I was so happy that I hugged him and rolled about, but then I could see Richard laughing. The yard was on a slightly lower level than the house, so the house was wholly visible, so I didn’t think I was mistaken. He really was making a happy-looking face. This might have been my first time seeing that man laugh with such a child-like expression.
At that moment, something suddenly came to mind.
When Richard told me for the first time that he “likes pudding”, did he also think for a bit that it was embarrassing or wonder about what I was going to say? This man had thorough knowledge about the so-called “society”. There was no way that he hadn’t considered the possibility.
But he had told me about it.
Did I not say anything weird to him back then? “A man, liking pudding?” or “Why would a foreigner like a Japanese dessert?” It gave me the creeps. Back then, I didn’t have as much care as now regarding how to handle such circumstances. I just had words jumping out of my mouth like knives. This still applies even now, but I wanted to think it had gotten better, even if just a little.
Had I not said anything to him? Had I not hurt him? I didn’t have any way to confirm that now. If I apologized without knowing what I had said, it wouldn’t be a sincere apology.
But right now, Richard was looking at my happy self and smiling.
So I decided to stop thinking about these things. And from now on too, I would keep making heaps upon heaps of the things he liked.
I had to protect what was important to me by myself. But if I happened to notice something that mattered to someone who was dear to me, I wanted to cherish it too. I had no other choice.
After stroking Jirou, I went back to where Richard was and bowed to him again. He reciprocated the bow with a “you are welcome” and seemed about to start laughing again.
“That’s right, I was gonna make pudding. Wait just a bit more.”
“Is there anything I can help with?”
“You already got me a seat at the MET; I can’t go along with that flattery even as a joke. I’d be happy if you played with Jirou, though.”
“Then, I will take you up on those words.”
Rubbing my chest in relief, I went back to my room, patting my whole body to remove the dirt and dog hairs, and after washing my hands with soap, I returned to the kitchen.
By the looks of it, I was going to be able to listen to an opera in person one of these days – at least within a year’s time. Once I watched it live, all the curtains would close, right? For real? Was such a thing possible? Apparently yes. Hard to believe but it was true.
That man who was like an incarnation of the worldwide definition of “beauty”, and above that, who was a genius at pleasing me, was fooling around with my hybrid brown dog in the yard, illuminated by tropical sunshine. It seemed that the preparations for our feast would still take a while.
“What a wonderful day,” I hummed tentatively in French. A gorgeous tenor voice wouldn’t come out of my throat, but the things I liked would firmly support my heart nevertheless. Almost like a backbone for it. And there was someone supporting this backbone. Honestly, what a wonderful day. For now, I’d be making pudding. And share at least a little bit of this feeling.
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enviedear · 3 years
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secrets that you keep → peter parker
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DESCRIPTION ⌙ in a consolation trip back to europe, the kids of midtown high are eager to have a normal vacation, finally. but you on the other hand are on a mission. something weird is going on with peter parker, and you’re going to figure it out.
PAIRING ⌙ peter parker x fem!reader
WORD COUNT ⌙ 2.4k
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“-smaller group than before, but we’ll still have fun guys. the tour company has made precautions for you kids. there will not be a repeat of last year.” mr. harrington babbles.
you sink lower into the bus seat. you did not want to be back in europe. truthfully you want to be anywhere but here. wherever, here, was. no one knew. cell service went out about five miles back and the bus driver didn’t speak english. 
“yeah guys, don’t worry. this trip is going to be ten times worse than the last. it’s already started bad since we don't know where we ARE!” flash yells, running a hand down his face.
mr. harrington tries to calm him and the rest of the bus down, to no avail.
you block out the commotion and stare out of the bus window. grass, farm, cattle, shack, more grass, more farm. and not one single cell tower in sight. this is it, you think, this is how it ends, stranded in a foreign country with the most annoying people you’ve ever known.
“guys, GUYS! my service is back,” betty yelps. “it says we’re in wiveliscombe, and that it’s going to be three hours until we reach london.”
her words are met with groans.
“at least we have cell service now.” jokes peter parker, who’s sat in the seat across the aisle from you. he’s cute and nice, but weird. last year’s trip he had about a thousand excuses as to why he’d leave the group and if it happened this year, you were gonna figure out why. no matter what it took.
“mhm, and since we have access to the endless possibilities of the internet again, we don’t have to talk..” you huff.
“i.. sorry. i didn’t-” you cut him off by placing your earbuds back into your ears and turning the volume up. 
something about peter irked your nerves in a way you couldn’t understand. maybe it was the way he knew fucking everything. maybe it was the way his body became incomprehensibly fit in such a short period of time. you really couldn’t understand that. even went as far as to do research on steroids, but found there was no way he could be using those. most probably it was the nonsense of his idiotic excuses. he might be able to fool everyone else, but not you. you knew there had to be something going on.
he and his stupid cute little brown curls, button nose, and six pack were under your firm watch.
by the time the bus reached the hotel the sun was beginning to set. jet lagged and in need of a long shower, you’re one of the first to fly into the hotel.
“It's me and you for the next week.” mj smiles, holding out a room key for you. truthfully, you really liked mj. she was cool and liked a lot of the same things as you. but she had one fatal flaw in your eyes, she used to date peter parker.
it was a short lived relationship, almost everyone saw it as a fling. peter and mj were just… too different. but they remain close friends.
it’s not like you were jealous... just, a tad bit jealous. besides, that ship had sailed and your goal wasn’t to end up like mj on the last trip to europe. no, you had other plans.
“cool. we can watch murder mysteries tonight and grab some snack from the convenience store down the street.” you grin.
the rooming situation for everyone else took entirely too long. it started with flash being upset that his room requirements weren’t being met. he wanted nothing to do with a roommate. this, caused his previous roommate, zander, to object to rooming with someone so, ‘coddled’.
took a full twenty minutes to resolve the issue. 
“mj, you still wanna visit the national gallery tomorrow?” asks the one and only peter parker.
“uh, yeah. y/n, wanna join?” she questions.
you were ready to object, finding it far more intriguing to stay in and sleep but then you remembered your little mission. if you wanted to figure out what peter parker’s deal was, you’d have to be around him. 
“sure. nothing better to do.” you shrug, peering straight into peter’s eyes. 
“i, uh- i thought we’d get an early start to the day. ned wants to go on the jack the ripper tour, so that gives us until one to look through the museum.” peter rambles.
“alright, me and y/n will meet you two down here around ten thirty.” mj clarifies.
“see you then. night mj,” he looks to you. “goodnight y/n.”
you narrow your eyes at him, “sleep tight parker. busy day tomorrow.”
with that you and mj enter your room, ready to sleep off the jet lag. and soon enough, sleep carries you into her open arms, preparing you for the day ahead.
the next morning consists of peter and ned rushing in and out of their room. the duo forgetting nearly everything they needed for the day. it was extremely annoying. but you’d take watching the two ninnies scramble about over this tour you’re forcing yourself to get through right now.
the national gallery was proving to be a bore. maybe it was you. or maybe it was the dull ass tour guide. either way, you’re finding it hard to focus on any of these artworks around you.
“this is the arnolfini portrait. it’s the work of jan van eyck and it is believed to depict an italian merchant named giovanni di nicolao arnolfini. this painting has remained in the national gallery since 1843.” the tour guide drones.
you peer up at the art, searching for anything to interest you about it. you try to focus of the dark green of the woman’s dress, then the small dog, but nothing about this art is appealing to you. instead, you find the whispered conversation going on behind you to be much more intriguing.
“ned how am i going to make it all the way to japan and back here before the ripper tour?” peter grumbles.
japan?
“i don’t know, but i really don’t want to go on a tour of the most infamous and creepy serial killers of all time without my best friend.” ned whispers.
“but mj will be there, and.. y/n.” peter assures.
“great. they both creep me out. that’s like, two extra loads of creepy added onto the already creepy tour.” ned huffs.
“dude, i have to go… mr. stark is waiting on me.” peter pleads.
you hear ned give an annoyed, “fine.”
you wait a few seconds before turning around to face peter’s friend.
“where did peter run off to?” you ask, as innocently as you can.
“uhhhh- the bathroom. the uh, hotel bathroom. yeah, must have been those tomatoes he ate with his breakfast today.” ned gulps.
“mhm. well i think i’ll meet up with him. he shouldn’t walk all the way back alone.” you smirk, shoving past ned and running the direction peter went.
it took a good minute to find him outside, the boy running into a bakery. but once your eyes find him, you rush straight in, right behind him. eyes narrowed and full of questions. 
the brown haired boy quickly enters a bathroom and you grin. 
no escaping now, parker.
you wait outside the bathroom eagerly. only for minutes to pass. no sound escapes the room and you furrow your brows.
you knock on the door, no answer. annoyed you open the door, only to be met with an empty bathroom. 
an empty bathroom with an opened window.
what the fuck?
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“we’ve been upgraded!” mr. harrington gleams, looking down at our tired faces.
“last time we were upgraded we almost died.” betty sighs.
“ah- what did i say, we’re not going to repeat last year,” harrington retorts. “now...how do you guys feel about paris?”
well those words certainly livened up the breakfast table. train tickets are soon passed around, and you study yours, spoonful of yogurt still in your mouth.
“hey y/n, mj and i are gonna go to the louvre when we get there,” ned grins. “wanna come with?”
you chuckle, “another museum? nah, i’m good.”
mj quirks a brow at you, “this museum is home to the mona lisa. it’s not just any museum.”
“and the mona lisa is not just any painting… it’s an ugly one.” you huff.
ned guffaws at you.
“honestly, i might skip out too.” peter says.
you turn to face him, “great. you and i can explore paris while mj and ned explore another museum.”
he shifts in his seat, “i dunno i was thinking of-”
mj cuts him off, “i think that’s a great idea y/n. don’t you, peter? you remember what harrington said.. no repeat of last year.”
her eyes are cold as she awaits his answer and he fidgets more in his seat.
“i just think it might be best for me to stay here… ya know in case mr. stark needs anything.”
you roll your eyes, “dude, you’re just an intern. what could he possibly need that his other ten thousand interns can’t do.”
“technically he only has like six other… interns.” peter mumbles.
“but uh.. they can handle whatever mr. stark needs from you. i mean they’ve been av- uh, interns, for a while.” ned says, eyes pleading with his friend.
peter sighs before smiling at you, “alright, me and you versus paris.”
no peter parker, me and myself versus your dirty little secret.
somehow you got to sit next to peter in an empty train car for the ride to paris. and holy shit.. could he talk.
his eyes did have a way of lighting a fire inside you as he talked but, that, was not the point.
it was between an empty car with peter or full car sat between flash and harrington.
peter is always better than the latter.
“-anyways, how’d you convince your parents to let you go back to europe?” he asks.
“i didn’t. they made me.” you say simply.
peter slumps into his seat a little, “uh, why?”
“because when they were younger they traveled the world. i dunno, i guess they expect me to want to as well.” 
“oh. well, are you enjoying it so far.” he asks.
i’d enjoy it more if i could figure out your damned secret, parker.
“sure.”
and then, finally, peter is quiet. 
but not for long, as the train comes to a screeching halt.
over the train speakers comes a booming voice, “veuillez rester calme. le train s'est arrêté en raison d'un dysfonctionnement du moteur.”
your body tenses and you look at peter, “please tell me you understand french?”
“a little.. i dont think we need to worry. they said it’s just an engine malfunction.” he nods, looking around the train car.
you try to breathe. 
everything is okay. there’s no evil robots coming to destroy a train car with two innocent teenagers. that’s so pre civil war. just breathe. 
suddenly a loud bang is heard from the car behind you. not just any bang… a gunshot.
“holy shit.” you whisper, stiff as a board.
peter on the other hand is rummaging through his bag.
“parker! what the fuck are you doing?” you hiss.
“i.. just trust me okay? when i tell you to run… run.”
you look at him with a scowl, “i’m not going to be the sacrificial pig for slaughter, asswipe.”
he rolls his eyes, “i’m going to run with you. we’re going to find an empty car and then… wait for spiderman.” 
you blink. the kid’s gone insane.
“peter. listen, i know coping with your own inevitable death can be hard but, spiderman.. really?” you groan.
another loud bang comes from the car behind you. 
peter looks at you, taking your hand in his. 
the door to your car bursts open.
“run!” peter yelps, rushing into the next car, the gunmen not far enough behind.
“holy shit i’m gonna die.” you scream.
peter throws something at the gunmen when the two of you enter the next car, separating the two of you from the monsters.
but the kid didn’t throw just anything at them. motherfucker threw a damn door. a metal train door.
by the time you process the information, peter is pulling you into a cramped bathroom.
“i don’t have much time but basically, hi, i’m spiderman. those guys back there are people tony stark pissed off really bad and i need you to hide in here until i fix this issue.”
with that he pulls his jacket off revealing the spiderman suit you’re so used to seeing on the news.
“that’s your secret? this entire time i’ve been hanging around you trying to figure it out, and it turns out you’re spiderman. i would have thought anything before fucking spiderman.” you dwell, eyes wide.
he slips his mask on, “wait, you only hung out with me because you thought i had a secret? i mean.. i did but-”
another loud bang interrupts him, “nevermind. we’ll talk about this later. stay here and don’t tell anyone what i just told you.”
you nod, and watch him exit the bathroom.
so much for “not a repeat of last time.”
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“at least it wasn’t witches this time.” mr. dell sighs.
your entire fourth period groans. 
“what! our world is infested with witches now. i don’t even know why i’m teaching science. i’m gonna turn around one day and suddenly i’ll be teaching witchcraft.”
your eyes return back to your desk, staring a hole into the old wood. your trance is broken by a crumpled piece of paper. you roll your eyes and turn your attention to peter, who after europe has been watching you like a hawk.
you open the paper to see, ‘listen, mr. stark said i need to get written evidence that you won’t spill the beans. please sign below.’
you grimace but sign at the bottom of the paper and hand it back to your new ninny friend.
that’s right. friend. despite being one of the most annoying people on the planet, with the weirdest secret ever.. peter was nice. he was really nice. he liked almost everything you did and listened intently to whatever you had to say.
“earth to y/n.” his voice calls from beside you.
“oh? is class over?” you ask.
he nods and holds his arm out to you. you take it and give him a half smile.
you may find peter parker to be the weirdest dude ever, but you can’t deny that the secret superhero is starting to flood your mind. you never thought you’d be the one to say it, but peter parker is the coolest weirdo you’ve ever met.
and besides, your mission was a success. you figured out his secret and obtained a friend along with it.
well, friend, until you could complete your newest mission.
telling him you like him. like, a lot.
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I've been avoiding giving Giovanni's mother a name for the longest time, as giving names is a way to humanize monstrous people. But I guess it's inevitable she finally obtains one. Not only because I am a firm believer that vile human beings are still human beings, but if I am to interact with the Assassins' Creed verse, especially AC2, hearing or meeting with her will be VERY inevitable. Of the entire Venetian Vespucci family, she is the most power hungry, ambitious, and naturally, the greediest.
But now this got me thinking.... were the Vespucci family in AC2 ever involved with the Assassins/Templar conflict?? We know the Borgias are Templars. What reading I can get from Cristina Vespucci, her father, and Amerigo doesn't say much. I can possibly ride on them being neutral or oblivious. But with that said.....
Mariana isn't born a Vespucci--she married into the family as an outsider. Very likely she came from a native Venetian noble house, but ones that couldn't kiss up to the Venetian Council or the Doge. The Vespucci disgrace perhaps took place early in her marriage with Antonio, and thus, begins her ruthless attempts at power grabbing on HER terms. And honestly? Calling it right now.
She's a Templar. She's a fucking Templar. She's training her sons to be Templars but little Giovanni is too "broken" to be an effective one, and the enforced imprisonment/isolation is to keep him from interfering from their affairs.
From what I'm reading, the Spanish Inquisition in Spain was run by the Spanish Crown, but it has Templars among them. Perhaps Carles' death was an encounter with a Templar as he was undergoing secret Assassins training. Perhaps he's getting insights on Templars creeping into HIS family. Who knows? This is worth developing on. But GOD, I am living it.
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For the sake of the Assassins' Creed Verse ONLY, I may keep Carles and Mariana alive, as the circumstances in the setting can make use of them more alive than dead. So this will REALLY change up the Frances-Vespucci family dynamics, as the heroic firstborn son Carles would be around to be the stable shining star of Josep's dark life, and in opposition the dark looming force of avarice and cruelty in Mariana over her husband and sons, especially the very young Giovanni.
.......
Fuck, I have to give Carles and Mariana faces too now, will I?
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Blind Spot Part 1
Obi x Reader Stalker trigger
Obi stopped mid-lift as he heard the sound of three women getting angry all at once, it could only mean that Y/N had come back from her date and that it hadn’t gone well. He grabbed a towel and wiped at his face before opening the door and heading toward the break room; Iris looked mildly scandalised whilst Tamaki and Maki looked ready to commit murder, Y/N stood in front of them looking a little disappointed. “So he just grabbed your butt and expected you to go home with him? What a pervert!” “You have the worst luck with that dating company, why can’t you find your prince charming already?” Maki looked close to tears and sat down as if defeated. Y/N pat her on the shoulder and then she realised Obi was stood in the doorway, he looked a little sweaty but she recognised the bright look in his eyes, he always got a good feeling after working out, “You called it, Captain. Another loser crossed off the list.” “Did you update your dating profile?” He wasn’t going to gloat, he hadn’t liked the guy’s profile when she showed him and he felt worse about it if the guy had touched her without her wanting him to, “What did you put in for your ideal match?” She sat down beside Maki and began counting off the points on her fingers, “Tall, fit, kind, fun. Adventurous, looking for a long term commitment, preferably someone in a similar line of work.” Sister Iris shook her head a little and exhaled, “Why don’t you just put in a picture of Captain Obi in that section?” Tamaki covered her mouth so she wouldn’t laugh out loud and Maki looked at the two hopefully. It wasn’t the first time someone had told Y/N that she and Obi would be a great match.
“Tall, check” Maki ticked off an imaginary box, “No ones more fitness mad than Captain, check.” Iris joined in then, getting up her own imaginary checklist, “Kind and fun, check. Adventurous… let’s just check that.” Tamaki pretended to grab Iris’ list, “Pretty sure Captain Obi said he’d only date for keeps, check. And he’s in the same line of work. Check, check and check!” The three of them looked at them excitedly, Obi rubbed the back of his head and fumbled with his words for a moment, eventually coming up with some excuse, “We’ve been friends for nearly ten years, I think if there was anything between us it would have happened by now, right, Y/N?” “And you’re my boss now,” she gave a shrug to the girls and sat down at the end of the table, still disappointed by the evening’s date. Y/N had always dreamed of a prince charging into her life one day, sweeping her off her feet and loving her until the end of time, she felt like she was running out of time now, she was nearly thirty and still hadn’t had a long, meaningful relationship. She wondered if Mr Right would ever find her… Feeling a warm hand on her shoulder she looked up at Obi and he gave her a soft smile, “You’ll find a guy who ticks all the boxes, you just need to relax a little more. How about I set you up with Hinawa?” “Great idea!” Y/N cheered, “Then I can borrow his gun to shoot you with!” Obi snorted and headed out to hit the showers, oblivious to Y/N watching him as he left, her eyes lingering on his muscled back until she heard giggling from the side, “What?!” The women couldn’t believe how oblivious the two were of their feelings. The next two dates were just as disastrous and put the usually cheery woman in a bad mood. She was almost grateful for the difficulty of their mission as it let her work out some frustration, Obi pulled her up out of the elevator shaft they had used to escape a collapse lower down and she made sure to adjust his hood when she noticed it coming loose - neither of them had fire abilities and made sure to check the other’s equipment. It was something they had done even when they were regular firefighters, they had been in some difficult firefights and they always tried to find something to laugh about at the end; it kept them sane. They had gotten separated from everyone else when two Infernals had flanked the team, “The floor’s weak here, watch your step, Ak- Obi.” Y/N still wasn’t used to calling him Captain or Obi after years of casual friendship calling each other by first names. They made their way through the building until they found the stairs, the fires were blazing hot and they rushed down the stairs to where they could hear fighting, a screech of metal made Y/N scream as the stairs sunk dangerously under their feet, she balanced herself in time but she saw Obi go over the side of the broken rail. “Akitaru!” She launched herself toward him and barely caught his wrist before he vanished - he was so heavy it was hard not to be pulled over too, “Come on, little help here…” Obi caught the edge of the stairs with his other hand and began to pull himself back up, the woman gripping his coat and belt to help him all the way, “Thanks…” he gave her shoulder a grateful squeeze, “Let’s keep going, stay alert.” The Captain took her hand without thinking and they made their way through the inferno together, it was early dawn by the time they had finished putting the Infernals to rest and Y/N’s head drooped as she fought off sleep, eventually her head dropped onto Obi’s shoulder and he opened one of his eyes to look down at her, a smile flitted over his lips as she let out a mumble. He closed his eye again and relaxed a little, there was still some driving to do before they got back to the station so he would have to enjoy this as much as he could. They’d been friends for as long as he could remember and part of him regretted that he wasn’t her prince charming… they had never even had a moment where he thought he could kiss her and she would respond favourably - perhaps he was a coward? He had told the girls what he
honestly thought, ‘if there was anything between them it would have happened by now.’ It ached every time she described her ideal man but overlooked him. Obi wanted her to be happy and if that meant helping her out before every date she had with a stranger then he would take it on the chin. — - “I give up!” Y/N announced and tossed her jacket over Vulcan’s workbench, “Vul, I need something to hit - gimme a job to do.” She pulled him out from under the matchbox, not too surprised by his animal-themed goggles but they made her laugh, “You’re so cute…” “I’m a star-nosed mole.” The redhead pointed over to a different bench, “The hubcap got a little banged up, wanna hammer it back into shape?” She passed him a bottle of water and the young man pulled his goggles off, he saw Y/N like a kind of mother but even he had to admit she looked good in her date outfit, “Didn’t it go well?” She shook her head, “It was fine at first but then he started talking about himself and it was way different than his profile, then he kept changing his story and I just got this… feeling about him. He was hot as hell but I started to really go off him by dessert.” Y/N took a breath, “You know how you said Dr Giovanni made even your bones feel creeped out - he was like that.” A little time passed with the two working away and then they were interrupted by Hinawa, the Lieutenant’s wide eyes landed on Y/N and she flinched, “…Um?” “Your date called the station, he wanted to know if you got home safe.” He would have gone on to lecture her on the proper use of the work phone but the ex-soldier paused when he saw her expression change, it was obvious the news wasn’t welcome. “Y/N?” “I didn’t tell him where I worked… I said I was in Emergency Services and there’s nothing on me to indicate I work here.” Her skin prickled and she glanced out of the garage door as if someone might be lurking there, “What did you say, Lieutenant?” Hinawa walked past her and pulled the door shut before tossing her her coat, “I told him that Company 8 only deals with Infernals in this district and hung up.” He told Vulcan to make sure he locked up when he was done and led her toward the kitchen. The kitchen with Hinawa always meant a heart to heart, Hinawa began preparing tea and she gave a sigh as she waited for him to say whatever it was he needed. “Tell me about the guy you went out with tonight? Description, occupation… concerns.” “Tall, dark hair and eyes, he was pretty broad.” He passed her a cup and she held it close as she leaned on the counter, “He said he was police force but then he kinda changed his story, I caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his arm when he took his coat off and it looked military.” She watched Hinawa nod slowly and then he gestured for the door, having her follow him to the equipment lock-up, “Hinawa?” “I didn’t like his tone, Y/N, I don’t like what you’re telling me.” He pulled open his gun draw and picked out a handgun, checking it over before holding it out to her, “I’m lending this to you, I know you can use it so I’m not too worried about gun safety.” “Hinawa?” She took it from him hesitantly, “I’m… I think you’re overreacting.” “You looked terrified when I said you got a call… It takes some doing to rattle you, Y/N. Cancel your dating subscription, it’s embarrassing that you even signed up. You’re an attractive woman but you need to get your head out of fairytales and start looking in the real world.” Y/N kept the gun Hinawa had given her in a holster under her clothes, she figured he was being overprotective and the thought made her feel better about the whole thing, Company 8 were her family and they looked out for her, maybe Hinawa was right and she needed to relax a little. It was a full week since her date and everything was just like normal, at least she had thought it was. It was Arthur that pointed out a reoccurring figure at the scenes they went out to, the blonde pointed past her shoulder and she turned along with Shinra, “He’s here again.” Shinra squinted into the crowd and agreed, “Yeah, he was here last time and the
time before. Do you know him, Y/N?” The figure was already walking away when she tried to get a better look, she felt a chill all over and stepped backwards nervously - straight into Obi. His hands rested on her shoulders and he searched the crowd too, “Y/N… you’re shaking.” Obi had heard about the stranger in the crowd and he had been told by Hinawa that there was a problem with her last date, the Captain guided her back to the matchbox and searched the crowd one more time before ordering Vulcan to drive them home. They all kept an eye out from then on, the figure didn’t appear again but someone kept calling the station and hanging up, Vulcan noticed that the lock on the garage had been tampered with and one morning they found a bouquet of flowers left at the doorstep. It had gotten to a point where Y/N couldn’t go anywhere without an escort. — - “Maki, could you go tell Y/N it’s her turn to do the dishes?” The woman gave her Captain a nod and headed down to the garage where Y/N said she was going to grab a screwdriver to fix something in her room. She looked around and saw only Vulcan’s feet under the matchbox and Licht trying to convince him to help with modifications. They both seemed confused as Y/N hadn’t been there in the last half an hour, the three of them started a search throughout the large building and then there was a mass panic when no one could find her. Obi had been the last person to leave the station, calling ahead to Company 5 to see if they could spare some extra feet on the ground and then he would search the local area. The phone rang and he prayed it wasn’t an Infernal, “Company 8, Captain Obi speaking… Y/N! Where the hell are you?!” “I was taking out the trash and… I didn’t see him…” Obi pressed the phone closer to his ear, she sounded so faint, “Akitaru, I… I’ve been shot.” His blood ran cold as that sunk in.
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beebubb · 3 years
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Alright you most recent reblog gave me an idea for an ask. Can I get some headcanons for Will, Isaac, LJ and Frankie's favorite type of music? Like what's their favorite songs and what genres do they then to listen to?
The creep's favorite music headcanons:
Will:
He was born in the 2000's, so he is the youngest and most "recent" out of all the creeps.
He is a BIG lady gaga and britney spears fan. So you'll see him vibing with their songs a lot.
He has a mix of favorite genres. His main ones would be pop and hip hop (ex. Nicki Minaj, eminem, etc) also he listens to Backstreet boys
Also yall know what energy he has, so he listens to "meme songs" like deepthroat by cupcaKKe (I credit @writingfromthetomb for that idea), milkshake, all star, never gonna give you up, etc
He also has a liking for rock and metal music sense he listened to it while he was in his early teens.
He doesn't listen to it as much now but he used to like Linkin Park, arctic monkeys, nirvana, and AC/DC
Isaac:
When he first arrived he didn't like the recent songs at all
He disapproved of will's favorite genres and favorite singers and bands.
Said they were "vulgar and obscene" (says the guy that literally killed a girl just because he couldn't get laid)
Isaac has more "sophisticated" taste (his words not will's or LJ's) and has liking to elegant music (aka classical music)
His favorite artists are Michael W. Balfe, franz xave Mozart, and Giovanni Umberto battel.
Will has tried getting him to listen to recent music but there has been no luck
Though William introduced him to aesthetics and isaac loves the dark and light academia aesthetic, so he listens to those dark academia/light academia Playlists on YouTube
LJ:
He likes weird al and creaturefeature (for obvious reasons)
but he also has a liking to a bit of classical music from the time he used to be with isaac
There are some days that he's just still and quiet (which is rare) and listens to classical music. It kinda creeps will out sometimes.
He's been around for a good while (sense victorian era to right Now) so he's listened to different genres of music and has seen artists and music rise and fall.
Also this might sound a bit strange to some, but he especially loved the disco music from the 70's and 80's.
He just loves the beat and rythm it had.
Frankie:
Fan of smooth jazz, country, and swing
He has a liking for "romantic" sounding music if that makes sense (the man needs some love even if he refuses to admit it)
Though will says he has "elevator music" taste
He listens to those relaxation videos with smooth jazz on YouTube.
Doesn't like many recent artists like drake, iggy azalea, etc
He does like Michael buble though
Loves "sway with me" specially
Even if he's tierd most of the time, the man knows how to dance, though he doesn't do it a lot sense he needs a partner for the music he knows how to dance too
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nineteenninety-six · 4 years
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Luca fic involving his wife and son/daughter? or twins? thank you! love your writing btw! 😊
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The house was oddly quiet when (Y/N) stepped in after going out to lunch with her friends and considering she had twins, silence in the house was rare. After no sign of them in their playroom or in the living room, (Y/N) ventured outside, the weather was lovely, so she wouldn't be surprised if she found them outside
Just like she guessed, they were playing outside but who they were playing with was rather unexpected.
Luca was running and rolling around in the grass with them, pretending to be the monster while their son, Giovanni acted as a knight who protected his twin sister, Gabriella who was the princess from him.
"Mamma!" Gabriella squealed once she caught sight of her mother, "Papa is a monster!"
(Y/N) barely had enough time to crack down and open her arms before her daughter crashed into them
"Is the monster chasing the princess?" (Y/N) played along with them.
Another small body crashed into her, this time it was Giovanni.
"I protected her mamma! I fought off the monster!"
"Oh, my brave babies! Mamma is so proud of both of you!" (Y/N) pressed kisses against her children’s face" ... But it seems like the monster is gaining his energy back"
The children looked behind them to see their father creeping, clearly about to surprise them before (Y/N) ruined his surprise attack
The children squealed and ran away but Luca kept making his over to where she stood instead of chasing them and his grin was a big give away at what he planned to do
"Luca, don't" (Y/N) warned her husband but she couldn't stop the smile from appearing on her face
Luca ignored her and increased his speed, running up to her and sweeping her up into his arms.
(Y/N) squealed as he spun her around, his arms gripping her tightly as he began to run around the garden.
"Gio, Gabi, save mamma!" (Y/N) called out for her children who immediately began to run after them.
It was only when Luca began to run out of breath and energy did he begin to slow down allowing the children to catch up to them.
"We've got you, papa, let mamma go!" Giovanni proclaimed
Luca fell to his knees and allowed (Y/N) to leave his hold before he fell to the floor completely, Giovanni and Gabriella taking the opportunity to climb upon his back and cheer in victory
Giovanni and Gabriella soon ran off to go play elsewhere leaving Luca and (Y/N) alone. Luca crawled over to where his wife sat and wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"I missed you" Luca murmured.
"I was only gone for a few hours" (Y/N) smiled
"I still missed you"
"Hmm, I missed you too" (Y/N) gave him a peck before she returned her gaze to their Children
They sat in silence as they watched their children play before Luca broke the silence after a few minutes
"I want more..."
"Yeah, another boy or girl?"
"Maybe we will get lucky and have twins again, another boy and girl" Luca suggested
"I don't think my body can do twins again" (Y/N) confessed
The mere idea of his wife dying in childbirth made Luca flinch, that was the last thing he wanted. He was perfectly happy with the family he had now and wouldn't dare sacrifice his wife just to have more children, Giovanni and Gabriella were more than enough
"Gio and Gabi are more than enough" Luca spoke his mind
"One more wouldn't hurt" (Y/N) argued
"We do not know that for sure. I'd rather not risk it" Luca spoke from the heart
"But you want more children"
"I want you alive and healthy more than anything else, please believe me" Luca pleaded.
(Y/N) sent him a sad look but Luca wouldn't budge, so she gave in with a sigh
"I Just don't want you to find someone else and leave me because it’s too risky for me to have any more children" (Y/N) confessed her fears
"I would never. You've already given me two wonderful children and I couldn't ask for any more. I have a beautiful and lovely wife and two wonderful children, my wife's perfect"
(Y/N) became shy at his words but she pressed a loving kiss against his ups in Show of her appreciation of his words.
"I love you, Luca"
"I love you too"
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