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never-enough-fanfiction · 3 years

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Hey ive been swamped with ACT studying latley, i was wondering if you can do head canons on what Benimaru would be like as a dad (x mother wife) where the two of you have kids? Since he is a proto nationalist I totally see him wanting a big traditional family. How would he react to pregnancy news? What would he be like when his s/o is in labor, or his reaction to babys first steps or first word. So much fluff!!

If, while reading this, you get the feeling that it was wirtten by some caveman who doesn't know shiet about children or words, know that this caveman tried her best to make it as cute and fun as possible, and that really is the pinnacle of her abilities. Okay?

+ As always, sorry for delay, I know how nerve wracking can exams be (just finished my midterms) and I hope you will achieve the highest possible results. Unfortunately you asked an author who is what she is ... Please take these 1 500 words as compensation.

Enjoy!

News

Benimaru took the news of your first pregnancy in silence. In a silence so deaf and long that every passing second tightened the hoop around your heart tighter and tighter.

It took you three days to get ready to say it to his face, and yet the stress was still eating you from the inside. His lack of response as you fumbled the ends of your T-shirt in your hands did not make it easier nor better.

You looked up sharply, preferring to face his anger rather than spending another second in uncertainty, and you found that Benimaru was looking over your shoulder, present body, but definitely not mind.

After a few calls and waving in front of his face, Benimaru seemed to wake up and shifted his lost gaze to you.

"We will have a kid?"

"Yes, we will." You repeated, stressing each word, trying to get through to him this time. You expected many things, but not so much confusion.

"A kid." He repeated, and his crimson eyes lit up the glow. "A kid!"

Benimaru cuped your checks and kissed every inch of your face. Lips, checks, temples, forehead, nose, eyelids.

"A kid."

The next person to hear the happy news was Konro, and then the whole city somehow. The residents' mouths did not close for the next 9 months.

Each time he took it better and better. Each time he almost went out of his skin showering you with kisses or dancing around the room with you in his arms. Only this first stage of the shock was shortened.

Pregnancy

Benimaru didn't know at first what a pregnant woman could and couldn't do, so it was best if you didn't do anything. After long interpretations from the midwife, the range of your allowable activities extended beyond sitting and breathing, but there was no question of any use of force.

After a while, you even stopped trying to lift anything above the bowl of rice. Every time Benimaru saw that you were carrying a package, you happened to get the slightest rebuke. It was worse for all Hikeshi within 100 meters for not-helping. After that, you didn't want to trouble the innocent firefighters anymore.

As you can't even look at sake, your evening drinking has turned into making up names over tea. (Not that Shinmon suddenly stopped drinking. He doesn't want to drink in front of you when you couldn't, and after every news of the next baby, the alcohol flows in streams, so he can't complain about abstinence.) He loves holding you in his arms, with one hand for growing belly. Once he felt a kick, he literally melted.

With time, as the family began to grow, it was his duty to make sure that the older children did not tire you and find them to do something.

Childbirth

The first time he had no idea what to do. He literally turned to Konro saying:

"Konro, [Y / N], labor, what do I do ?!" Sould he wreck some buildings?

Konro, as a loving friend aware that there was no time to explain it to him with words, kicked his composite ass to the hospital.

While the whole city was celebrating the birth of another Shinmon, Benimaru was sitting next to you, holding a small bundle in his stiff hands.

"You can hug them, you know?"

"They are too tiny!" he muttered, afraid to raise his voice so as not to wake the sleeping figure.

“They are stronger than you think, Love. They're Shinmon after all, ”you recalled with a chuckle.

Since then, every time the inhabitants of the viewer of Benimaru running to the hospital (have you ever seen Benimaru running? Me neither.), they immediately reach for alcohol.

Begginings

Benimaru has experience and no major problems in taking care of children, especially since they are his. In his time off work, you can see him sitting in front of the Guardhouse, giving his toothless child to chew on his forearms, and sometimes making a tour around the city together, to the joy of all the residents. Other times, he will sit in front of the little one trying to teach him the first words.

"C’mon kid, da-d." Benimaru tried to keep the child's attention who was much more interested in chewing a wooden puppet.

"Daaa ~"

"Close enough, da-d." Some time ago he made a bet with [Y/N] that their first word would be dad, and the rules did not exclude support. "Da-d."

"Maaa ~"

"No, DA-D." He sighed softly and looked up sharply for the approaching steps.

Konro stepped into the yard, gloomy, looking around until he found the Captain.

“Oi Waka, have you seen Hika and Hina? I can’t find them anywhere. "

The red-eyed man shrugged, pointing to the street.

"Maybe they are terrorizing the candy seller again."

Konro sighed heavily and disappeared behind the building, leaving them alone again, and Benimaru returned his attention to the child, already scrambling onto his lap.

"Wanna sleep?" He helped them climb a little higher and leaned in as they held out a small hand at him. He was expecting an awkward slap on the nose, but instead got a tug on his hair almost to the floor. "Ack! What the… "

"Waka ~"

"What?" He froze as he tried to untangle the strands from his impossibly grasping fingers.

“Waka ~” The child repeated, tugging again, and giggled smugly.

Waka? Does it count as a dad? Did he win?

The next achievement was to make sure they didn't repeat all those curses after him, or at least so [Y/N] wouldn't hear.

Beni with big family

You probably expected that just as with twins, the whole Guardhouse will look after them ? Hah, ya wrong.

ENTIRE CITIES WATCH OVER THE MINI MIXES OF BENI-CHAN WITH [Y/N] -CHAN. They are so spoiled that sometimes it feels like only you and Benimaru have any rules. On the other hand, there are no problems with finding your children, just call them by name and half the street will indicate their whereabouts.

• Maybe you can't see it, but Benimaru doesn't know what to do with himself out of happiness. Even when he comes home in the evenings after a really long day, the sight of all those faces looking at him as the center of the world makes him smile. At such moments, he will always find some strength to play.

• The fun begins when they are old enough to help him with his work, not putting the Infernals to rest or blowing up houses, but just making a errands around the city where he can show them what Hikeshi's job is and teach them about his core beliefs.

He doesn't always succeed, but he knows he can rely on you and your ability to use words if he does.

• Benimaru has no problem with cases when one of his children doesn't want to follow in his footsteps, he knows that he has raised them well and that when he is gone, they will take care of his city regardless of his position or profession.

• BUT NOTHING RELATED TO THE EMPIRE!

You had to use force to stop him from throwing your daughter's boyfriend out the door when he heard he was with the empire.

Play time

Benimaru's favorite form of spending time together is, of course, teaching his children everything he can. Regardless of their gender, they all have inherited above-average amounts of fire power and a love to destruction.

After several dozen problems with stopping his own children from killing their siblings, Benimaru created a game called: "dad agains everyone"

It’s fun to watch Benimaru surroded by figures half his height, who try to collapse him to the ground.

Rest of the family

Grandpa Konro

This man survived small Benimaru and the Twins. There is nothing this man haven’t seen. Which makes him the best grandfather in the empire. At this stage, Koro already has a separate locker for everything from his numerous grandchildren.

He is also your kids safe place when the parent's fury rages outside.

Aunt Hika and Hina

There were times when you had to entrust your older children to the care of twins (if your children were several years old, Hika and Hina were also older, don’t get me wrong). The girls made sure that the younger members of the family learned everything they needed to know about Asakusa, the inhabitants and their usual behavior.

In fact, at some point they were considered to be part of their siblings, and so were treated like ones (read: regular bloodshed).

Nevertheless, every time one of the stepsiblings messed up with someone they shouldn't (manga readers know perfectly well that kids have it after their dad), the two fire foxes turned into two bloodthirsty beasts, ready to chase away any problematic individual.

#Sorry for delay....#I'm kinda mad at myslef for posting it so late #not much proofreading #let me know if I didn't translate any part #maybe I didn't mentioned a lot of having a lot of kids HC #but as I said #the peak of my abilities #not good with kids #shinmon benimaru #shinmon benimaru x reader #benimaru shinmon x reader #benimaru shinmon #fire force #fire force HC

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admiringlove · 3 years

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VIII: saudade; you love him too.

— you tell him what it’s like to be in love with his reckless self, and he can’t help but smile.

+pairing: miya atsumu x reader.

+genre: crossover(hq x hp); fluff; angst; frenemies to lovers.

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+warnings: angst to fluff, because if there isn’t fluff y’all would kill me.

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Miya Atsumu was a person who tended to overthink a lot—whether it be his own decisions or his words. Mainly, it was his actions.

What he regretted the most, was this. The walk of shame to his own dorm room in the middle of the night, after doing the same thing he used to do for the past few years to take his mind off of you, made his heartstrings clench in repentance. His eyes were glued to his feet when he finally made his way to the Common Room, his throat as dry as sand, and lumps the size of pudding cups forming in his throat. He sighed, mumbling in the password in a morose tone.

He walked in, fixing his black turtle-neck as his eyes landed on you by the fire. Your back faced towards him, as a small smile made its way onto his lips, immediately disintegrating when he realized what he had just done.

He could hear small sobs coming from your direction, a slight tug of his mind wanting to come and comfort you from them. Whatever your problems might be, he wanted to push them all away. He wanted to make whoever, or whatever, caused your pain to be reminded that he was always protecting you.

Most importantly, he wanted to know why your heart was hurting. What made you cry like this?

Your eyes were glistening when you got up from where you were sitting, the invisibility cloak in your hands as you turned around and widened your bloodshot eyes after seeing Atsumu. You brought up a hand to stifle a sob, trying your hardest to not make him hear it, as you almost sprinted towards the stairs towards the girls' dormitory.

"[Y/N], wait—"

He flinched when you slammed the door to your dormitory, sighing too loudly as his gaze downcasted yet again. He shuffles up the stairs to his own room, where he sees Osamu and Suna sitting up and chatting.

"Why the hell are you two still up?" Atsumu groaned, walking to his trunk as he sifted through shirts to wear to bed, then deciding on sleeping without one.

"Oh, we're just casually chitchatting about what a fuckin' knobhead ya are," Osamu grunts, Suna placing a hand on his shoulder, muttering, "Calm down, Moony. Sakusa and Aran'll wake up if you shout."

"For Merlin's sake, 'Samu, I'm not in the mood," Atsumu shrugs his younger twin off, heading to his bed as Suna throws the map at his head.

"Oi, be careful!"

"Where's [Y/N]?" Suna asks, his arms folded across his chest as he leans on the front door, raising an eyebrow at the yellow-haired male in disappointment.

"In her dorm, saw 'er go up when I came in," Atsumu says, completely clueless as to what Suna was hinting towards.

"Swear to fuckin' Salazar," Osamu flops into his bed, pulling the duvet over his head as he murmurs, "Yer so dumb."

"'Samu, shut yer trap for a second," Atsumu brings a hand up to gesture to Osamu to stay quiet, continuing to pay attention to the wolf talking.

"Where's the girl you were snogging?" Suna sighed, ruffling his hair as he sat down on his bed, as Atsumu shrugs to the question—a clear indicator that he does not know.

"Merlin's Beard," Osamu grumbles, earning an annoyed expression from Atsumu who closes his eyes shut in inconvenience. Atsumu raises an eyebrow, not being able to put two-and-two together, as Suna finally says the words Atsumu would probably dread to hear.

"[Y/N] saw you snogging the girl by the Astronomy Tower," Suna says quickly, pulling the duvet over his head finally as Atsumu's eyes widen in shock.

All the mustard-furred fox wants right now is to run to you and apologize a million times—because whatever he has to say right now is probably not enough. Just a few minutes ago, he wanted to make your worries fade away. He wanted to teach whoever made you sad a lesson—but how could he, when the person who hurt you was Atsumu himself?

Osamu turned in his bed when he saw Atsumu sitting there, staring off into space, rather than going to bed. The grey-haired knew that Atsumu probably felt immense guilt, but what could he say? His twin brother had messed up on his own, and now he had to deal with it on his own as well.

And Osamu knew, that in no way possible would it be easy.

You slammed the door to your dorm, muffling your sobs the best you could as you shut your eyes and slid down the door. Hugging your knees to your chest, and when you finally looked up, you saw that all of your roommates were sitting there, looking at you with pity in their eyes.

You hated this. You hated Miya Atsumu. You hated being pitied.

"[Y/N]—" Alisa started but quickly stopping when Kiyoko gave her a certain look. You opened your mouth to say something, but it seemed as if your own body was in denial, not wanting to listen to your mind. You sighed, your eyes bleeding seawater as you bit your lip until a metallic taste filled your senses. You wanted an out—no matter what it was, you just wanted to get out of here. Everything reminded you of him, you just wanted to go back home to the haunting memories instead of staying here.

"Hold on a minute, darling, why are you crying?" Hana says, walking up to you and handing you a glass of water. You push it away, shaking your head as you mutter out incomprehensible words. Hana's features softened, as she helped you get up and into bed, everyone else giving you your space as the oldest in the room bid you a good night with a ruffle of your hair.

As the lights in the dorm finally went off, you tried your best to fall asleep, but couldn't when all your thoughts were swarmed by a certain blonde.

When all the other students walked to breakfast for their normal Saturday morning, you made your way to the Black Lake. You remembered to carry a small loaf of bread, throwing in a few crumbles every few minutes so the fishes underneath your dangling feet eat them. You sighed, your mind racing at a million light-years per second.

Were you not good enough?

Was that it? Why couldn't Atsumu even ask if you felt the same? It was true that your love for him was just beginning to bloom—but if you had realized it sooner then maybe it wouldn't have gotten to such a point where every inch of your being wanted to burst into tears or sulk in a lightless room. If he loved you, then why was it that he was with a girl yesterday? Was she more pretty, or more talented? Was she better in Quidditch, or did she make him laugh?

Did he fall in love with her, forgetting about you in the process?

You heard footsteps behind you, causing a small sigh to escape your cerise lips. You didn't want to look at whoever it was, your mind simply longing to shut yourself out of existence.

"[Y/N]," the all-too-familiar voice says. You closed your eyes, your mind screaming a 'no' loudly and repeatedly, dreading whatever the older Miya twin has to say.

"Leave me the hell alone, Miya," you grumble, tossing in another few breadcrumbs into the sheer water. He winced at the tone and the way you said his last name—the former nickname discarded somewhere he couldn't reach. He closed his eyes, sucking in a breath as he said, "'Samu told me you saw."

"Well, I'd like you to leave me alone. Because whatever stupid apology you have prepared, I don't want to hear it," you rasped, your expression turning into a nasty scowl as the boy was taken aback. Your previous banters in these past years were never as serious as the matter at hand, so he couldn't tell how he was supposed to react according to the cold manner.

"I don't deserve you," he mumbles, "I know you just said you didn't want to hear an apology from me. But honestly, there's nothing else I can say to you except the fact that I don't deserve you."

You scoffed, getting up as you threw in the last bits of bread in your palms, as you finally faced him. His gloved hands in his coat as you huffed, "You didn't even care to ask how I felt, did you?"

"What?"

"You got mad that I 'ignored' you for sometime, so you fucking ignore me back. I'm rude to you for what, a few days to figure out how I feel, and you go ahead and get mad. You're such a petty little shit, Miya," you hissed, gritting your teeth at the last sentence as you continued, "You didn't think once to come and ask me why I ignored you. No, you just went along with it—"

"Hey, I asked!"

"Fine, you asked. But did you understand why I was behaving that way, you knob?" you raised an eyebrow, staring into his eyes as if it's the last banter you get with him, "No. You ignored me after that, which led to this."

"You said you hated me, don't you dare go back on your word, [L/N]," his voice cracks as he takes a step closer to you, grabbing your arm so you don't fall into the water behind you, "You made me think that you hated me, so I backed off. What else was I supposed to do? I didn't expect you to walk into the Shrieking Shack just for me!"

"Because I wanted to tell you that I loved you too! But you were in over your head so you didn't listen!"

"Wait, what?!" Atsumu yelled in surprise, his clutch on you becoming tighter as he continued, "And you didn't think to tell me beforehand?"

"On the first day of school, you lost a certain book. Don't you remember?" you murmur, voice undeniably small as your shy eyes avert their gaze from him. A juxtaposition of anger, fear, and anxiety mixing in your heart. You simply wanted an out more than anything at this moment—an abditory sounding better than to admit stealing his book.

"My diary, yeah. Wait a minute, I found it under my bed the next day. How do you know 'bout that? Even 'Samu doesn't—" the fox paused, mumbling obscure words under his breath as he put two-and-two together, "You stole it?!"

"I didn't steal it!" you fought back, "I found it. I didn't read anything but the first page, because I started to feel guilty and so I wanted to return it because you would kill me if you noticed I had it. On the night we met here, of all places, I returned it to your room. Merlin's beard, I almost got caught by you too—"

"[Y/N]."

"And then I went to the Black Lake and I was conflicted because I thought you loved someone. That was when I actually realized I was really in love with you, because damn, it hurts when you find out that something you've had all along isn't yours anymore—"

"[Y/N]," Atsumu almost wanted to laugh. You were flailing your hands around as you rambled on about. He was listening to whatever you said, and he was completely entranced. Because now he really understood why he loved you. Simply spending some time with you made his heart bloom like a hibiscus on a hot summer day. And you continued, "But then your stupid arse decided to take me to the Shrieking Shack and show me that you were an animagus. I swear, who does that? The girl, God, I saw her and I felt so bad for just being with you because she nicely asked me to set you up with her."

"Wait, you wanted to set me up with her?" Atsumu asked, his mouth turning into an almost overjoyed smile, "That's—"

"Shut it!" you yelled, "That's why I ignored you. I thought you'd be better off without me, and now I'm starting to think you are."

Dejected, you begin to walk off, but somehow, just somehow, Miya Atsumu gets the smallest sliver of courage to tell you how much he cares for you—how much he wants you to stay, how much he wants to hold you, and how in love he actually is.

He takes a step forward, catching your wrist and tugging slightly, making you look back at him. The winter breeze making you look like an angel as the sky decided that it was time to shower Hogwarts with white specks of joy.

"You have no idea how much I waited to tell you I loved you," he began, "I love you so much, [L/N]."

"Why'd you run off with another girl last night, then?" you choked out a sob, tugging Atsumu's heartstrings forcefully. He opened his mouth to speak when he realized he doesn't exactly have proper reasoning for why he did what he did. You let out a dry chuckle, the atmosphere thickening as you shook off his hand and began walking.

"On the second page of my diary," he begins, "I talk about our nightly trips around Hogwarts."

"Atsumu, don't—"

"Please, just listen to me," he begs, "On the second page of my diary, I talk about how much I want to be with you. I talk about how yer one of the only things that give me happiness, and I talk about the little things you do depending on yer mood."

You chuckle as you let out a sob, but he continues, "I want to see more of it, y'know? The little thing with your hand that you do usually when you're nervous—trust me, I've seen a lot of it when you're around me. I love how yers eyes light up when eating Treacle Tarts, and I adore how you can come back with ten times the insults I throw at ya."

"You're going to make me stay, dummy," you say, with a rueful smile on your face, as he chuckles, "That's the intention, slug."

"I thought you hated me," he says, making your heart swell up, "I avoided you because I thought you hated me. And yesterday, I-I did that 'cause I didn't wanna bother you anymore. I thought," he paused, sucking in a breath, "I thought if I distance myself enough then you won't hate me anymore."

"What am I supposed to say to that, you idiot?" you laugh, to hide what you really wanted to say. You brushed your hair out of your face, walking closer to the boy. And without saying anything, he wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you even closer as he whispers into your ear, "I'm so in love with you, slug."

"I'm so in love with you too, 'Tsumu."

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ellenripleysbelieveitornot · 5 years

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An angel and a demon were taking a stroll through St. James' park. This wasn't unusual. The two had been having clandestine rendezvous at the location for well over two centuries, now. There was, however, something somewhat atypical about this particular occasion.

"Crowley...?" Aziraphale, not for the first time that afternoon, threw a confused glance behind them.

The demon self-consciously hunched in on himself. "Don't," he warned.

Aziraphale only prevailed in letting the subject go for a few moments before throwing another curious look over his shoulder. "It's just-"

"Don't," Crowley repeated, somehow managing to pull his head down even lower in his shoulders.

They walked in tense silence for another few minutes before Aziraphale finally broke. "For goodness' sake-"

"Aziraphale, don't," Crowley growled.

The angel paid him no mind as he stopped in the middle of the path and turned around, forcing Crowley to stop, too. "Crowley, please, would you mind explaining the ducklings?!"

Crowley looked everywhere except at the line of four ducklings that had been dutifully trotting behind him for the entire duration of their walk. "What ducklings?"

Aziraphale was growing frustrated. "Crowley!"

"Alright, fine, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, are you happy?"

Aziraphale frowned. "How do you mean?"

"They imprinted on me!"

Aziraphale fixed Crowley with a reproachful look. "Crowley, do not treat me like a fool. I read, I know that ducks don't imprint on a glance. You've been raising them, haven't you?"

Crowley could already see the delighted smile threatening to grow on Aziraphale's face, so glared at the ground, scuffing the path with his shoe. "There was a fox," he mumbled. "It got their mother."

Yep. There was the infuriating smile. "What are their names?" Aziraphale asked as he watched the ducklings climb all over each other, each trying to be closest to Crowley.

Crowley scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous, Angel, I haven't named them! What do you take me for, some kind of sssap- Oi! Brian! What have we said about biting?"

Aziraphale's grin grew impossibly wider.

"Oh, don't look so smug!" Crowley said, rolling his eyes. "Fine, their names are Adam, Wensleydale, Pepper, and Brian." And then Crowley mumbled something under his breath that Aziraphale couldn't quite make out.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I didn't catch that last part."

"And Warlock. He's too small to keep up with the others, so my neighbor's keeping an eye on him and stop looking at me like that!"

"My apologies, dear," said Aziraphale, not looking apologetic at all and certainly not changing the way he was looking at Crowley. "Shall we continue, then?" He gestured down the path and the two continued their stroll, the ducklings following happily behind.

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The seasons changed, as seasons are wont to do, and before they knew it, the leaves were changing and a crisp chill was steadily growing in the air.

An angel and a demon were sitting on a bench in St. James' park. This wasn't unusual. The two had been feeding ducks here for over two centuries, now.

Not the particular ducks gathered around them right now, mind you. The demon was bent down to talk softly to them and seemed to be giving them some kind of pep talk.

The ducklings, now fully grown, seemed to be listening with rapt attention as they gently nipped on his fingers.

"Now remember," Crowley was saying. "You need to look out for each other. I expect to see all five of you back here come springtime, understand?"

The ducks, including Warlock who had grown to be as large as his siblings under Crowley's care, quacked in affirmation, before clambering up in the demon's lap to nuzzle under his chin, accept a snack from the angel, then hop back to the ground.

Crowley and Aziraphale watched as the ducks took flight, waiting until they were tiny dots on the horizon before they stood from the bench.

Crowley sniffed, and then coughed angrily into his fist. "Allergies," he explained.

Aziraphale gave him a reassuring pat on the arm. "Don't worry, darling," he said, placing a kiss to Crowley's knuckles. "They'll be back."

"Yeah," Crowley agreed, his voice thick. "I know. They'll be making a mess of my bathtub again in no time, I'm sure." His fake annoyance failed to fool the angel, who only smiled.

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It was indeed no time at all before the telltale signs of spring began to return.

An angel and a demon were taking a stroll through St. James' park. This wasn't unusual. Neither were the five fully grown ducks, each with their own cluster of ducklings chattering in their little duck voices, trailing along in the demon's footstops.

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AN: Oh, look, it's the Crowley raising ducklings fic that ABSOLUTELY NOBODY ASKED FOR.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #crowley #ineffable husbands #my fic #DUCKS

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commanderbengiskywalker · 3 years

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Pick your 3 favorite clones for #82. And if you add in anxiety or a panic attack, maybe?

@crc-commodore-s9

82. “Just breathe, okay?”

Characters: Fox, Cody and Rex.

Summary: Sometimes it can get a bit much when working at the Senate building. Fox has to deal with a lot of unfriendly politicians, but at least he has his brothers to help.

A/N: I have never written a panic attack or an anxiety attack before, so I tried my best. As well as with bring someone down from a panic or anxiety attack. This was good practice for another thing am working on. I would love the feedback.

It was just another day for Fox. He shuffled slightly from foot to foot as he was with the Ryloth representative, Orn Free Taa, as he was complaining of another mistake with the order. He tried to focus on his words though he couldn’t help but flinch with each move the Twi’Lek’s fist moved, up and down while occasionally slamming down on the desk.

“Are you paying attention, Clone?” Senator belowed, slamming his hand on the desk again.

“Y-yes, Sir.” He replied, trying to steel himself. “I will have it corrected at once.”

“Good...now leave.” Taa dismissed.

Fox tried hard not to run back to his office, as he felt his hear hammer against hid chest and his churn in his stomach. He swallowed thickly as he walked.

“Oi!” Someone shouted from behind him.

He stilled, hands shaking. ‘Oh, Kriff’s sake, can’t he leave me alone?’ He thought, as he slowly glanced over his shoulder.

He relaxed his shoulders when he saw the familiar blue and yellow of his vod. Cody and Rex. They walked towards him, smiling eagerly.

“How are you?” Cody asked, as he slowed his pace.

“Fine.” He said flatly, as he straightens.

The two glance at each other before looking back at him with concern flickering across their faces.

“We were wondering if you wanted to get some caf and catch up.” Rex said, smiling. “It’s been a while and Wolffe’s on a mission, so he can’t come. Sends his hello though.”

“It’s fine,” the red armoured Clone replied, fidging with his blaster in hand. “I was head back to my office anyways. Come on.”

They walked silently back to the office, passing by Senators and other vod on their way. He kept his gaze straight as he ignored the Senators. They stopped at the door to his office as he punched in the code.

“Come in.” He said, as he entered.

The office was covered with datapads and empty mugs of caf. To the right there was a desk and a chair with a computer on top of the desk with a tower of datapads next to it. To the left the couch had a pillow and a blanket folded on top of it. As for the coffee table, it was also scattered with loose datapads and mugs. To the back of the room below a window was a table with a caf machine and a few clean mugs.

‘Have to learn to clean up for visitors.’ He thought, as he set down he blaster next to the desk.

“I’ll get the caf.” Rex said, as he followed in behind him.

“Eh, you too, huh?” Cody said, as he sat on the couch. “You should see my office, covered with loose datapads.”

“I think mine is worse,” the blond chuckled, as he turned the caf machine on, “those vod’ika plus the Jetii are danger prone. They keep cause damage left, right and centre.”

“Yeah, but I have to fill out half of them because you’re exhausted half the time.”

“No you don’t! I do it myself thank you very much.”

“Next time you “decide” to visit the Negotiator, I’ll show you the pile you left me. Or if I see another datapad that wasn’t there before.”

Fox felt his ears ring as his two vods debated with each other on who had the most work to fill out, but it was too much. He felt his stomach twist again, as he proceed to hug himself.

“Maybe I will!” Rex, barked, as he slammed his hand down on the table.

Crash!

The mug fell to the floor, but Fox didn’t register it as he stiffened, heart racing against his chest while awaiting the next move.

“Please…” he whispered, he doubled over, staring blankly at the floor. “Please don’t...please…”

“Fox’ika?” Cody said, as he slowly got up. “Are you alright?”

Fox couldn’t hear him, as the steps became amplified in his ears. He hugged himself tighter., as those footsteps drew closer. White boots reached his peripheral vision, but he just blinked as he he shook more.

Who ever stood in front of him didn’t do anything, but that didn’t stop his heart rate from speeding up or his throat from constricting. ‘Why do they always wait?’ He thought, ‘Why can’t they just get it over with? I am just doing my job...I try my best… I didn’t want to get the order wrong or fail to stop the guy who took the wallet… I was made to fight..’

The thoughts continued to run through his head, as he unknowingly heaved.

“Fox..?” Rex asked, reaching out to grab his shoulder.

“NO!” Fox screamed, as he stumbled back, falling out of his chair. Noticing the colour blue in front of him. ”Please!”

The two stood still watching him, as he hyperventilated. They glanced at each other before Rex moved slowly towards his vod’ika.

“Fox?” He said, gently, keeping his hands in Fox’s peripheral vision. “It’s me, Rex.”

“R-Rex…?” Fox gasped, staring at his hands.

“Yes, it’s me. Can I remove your helmet? I am not going to hurt you. I promise.”

Fox stilled as he tried to take off the helmet himself, but his hands couldn’t stop shaking. ‘What’s the matter with me? I am I defective? Is that why they made me go to Coruscant? Was I not good enough for the battlefield?’ He thought, as he tried to regain control of his hands.

He tried again, but the familiar his hiss of the helmet being removed stopped him. He stared his hands as they shook while another pair rested on top of them.

“Fox?” Rex asked. “I just want to breathe. Can you do that? Just breathe slowly, ok?”

He tried to breathe, but his throat felt tight and his stomach churned every time he took a deep breath.

“I-I can’t…” he chokes out, gasping more, “I feel like... I’m going... to throw up…”

“It’s ok, it’s ok...Did I tell you about the one time that my General decided to make food weapons?”

“N-no…”

“Well, you know how General Skywalker is, always trying to avoid boredom. So one day, he was particularly bored….I mean with no action he was shuffling into the mess.”

“S-so what d-did he d-do?”

“Fives, the ever loving troublemaker he is, asked can rations be a weapon?”

There was silence asides from his breathing, as he tited his head up to look at Rex, who sat cross legged in front of him.

“What?” He asked, breathing decreasing slightly.

“That’s what we all said,” Rex continueed, smiling. “He said it again “can a ration be a weapon?” And Skywalker perked up at the question asking “why?” Fives then went on to explain how they were hard as rocks, like they can break your teeth.”

“Oh my gosh,” Cody groaned, tilting his head back, as he sat on his desk.

“Yep...General Skywalker picked up some ration bars and ran out the mess. The rest followed because they were curious. We caught up with him at the hanger bay throwing rations at General Kenobi.”

“I was so confused when I saw them flying at us. Obi-Wan ended up igniting his Lightsaber because he thought he was under attack.”

“General Skywalker kept asking “does it hurt” repeatedly while chucking them.”

“D-di’kut,” Fox muttered, as he started to slowly relax. “Who the Kriff... wastes perfectly good rations?”

“Oh, I should bring you aboard the Resolute, then you can see him in action. The others weren’t concerned as they were laughing their heads off. General Kenobi glared up at him and lectured him on how not to waste perfectly good rations.”

“Like him better.”

“Oh, you two would get along well. Anyways back to the General, he then got the idea to make weapon out of the rations.”

“I thought he already did that.”

“With glue..?”

Fox groaned as he tilted his head back. “What?”

“He went into his Commander’s office and brought out glue that General Koon gave her.”

Fox quirked an eyebrow at the “glue”. It wasn’t normal to have that on a ship. His shoulder relaxed as he leaned forward. “Why does General Koon have glue?”

“Because by Wolffe, he’s Buir and he likes to make old fashion cards by flimsi. Rex answered, rolling his eyes. “Said that they needed to lean how to craft.”

There was no doubt that the Kel Dor General was odd compared to even the likes of Skywalker. Though like most Jedi Generals had a knack for running blindly in or sacrificing themselves, General Koon also had a habit of doing stuff the vod. Such as getting food outside of ration bars or making gifts for them over time. Wolffe liked to complain for his recklessness, but he cared about him a lot and was skeptical of his gifts.

“Anyways, my di’kut Jetii was making a sword out of ration bars,” the blond continued, dragging Fox’s attention to him. “Worse of all my ARCs were helping. They managed to make two stable ones and he gave one to Commander Tano saying they were “sparring”. General Kenobi didn’t believe them, but Skywalker said it was “science”.”

They laughed a little, as Fox felt his hands relax. He liked hearing odd adventures that his ori’vods had as it was more intriguing than any of the complaints from the Senators or business men at the building.

“Obi-Wan got involved with testing the experiment,” Cody said, smiling like he always did when talking of General Kenobi. “He took Commander Tano’s ration blade and proceeded to wack General Skywalker with it as a response to throwning bars at him. All while saying “does it hurt?”

“He deserves it!” Fox laughed, as he doubled over.

“You ok, vod’ika?” Rex asked, as he hesitated on grabbing his shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah I am…”

He felt much more relaxed after the story with his heart rate back at normal pace and no longer feeling nauseous.

He sighed and sat up smiling. “Thanks, Ori’vod.”

“No problem,” smiled Rex, “it can get a bit much sometimes. We all get it, Fox.”

“Come on, let’s get you some tea.”

“What about the caf?”

“No, tea is better. More “soothing” is what Obi-Wan says.”

“Alright then.”

The trio got up and walked out of the office, as Fox finally felt a little lighter that day.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed. I try my best and feedback is always welcome to help me improve. Especially since I never done panic or anxiety attacks before. Have a nice say/evening.

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ashiiixoxo · 4 years

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| Match made in Heaven | Lucifer x Demigod! reader

summary- for the sake of your own safety you were send to Devildom, where Lord Diavolo would take you under his wing, being well aware of the abilities you possessed. you, being okay with going to Devildom, never expected to meet former angels. neither did you expect to fall in love down there.

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you stared at your plate, wondering what was laying on it. Everyone seemed to enjoy their dinner while you just stared at whatever was sitting on your plate. It didn’t look very appealing to you and it made you lose your appetite.

Lucifer noticed you staring at your plate and waited till you said something. You, feeling a pair of eyes burning into you, looked up and met Lucifer’s gaze. You shrugged the feeling away and inhaled. Taking your fork, you took a piece of the food on your plate and took a bite.

Asmodeus held back your hair as you kept throwing up. You felt weak, your stomach couldn’t handle that one bite you took. Holding onto your stomach, you stood up and washed your face and mouth. “gross..” you muttered and flushed the toilet as Asmodeus left the bathroom.

“in that state you wont be capable of going to school with us tomorrow.” Asmodeus shook his head. “its nothinh to worry about.” You shrugged it off. Your body just couldn’t handle the food you were given. As long as you still had access to human food you would be fine.

Drying your face off, you closed the bathroom door and turned to Asmodeus. “Weird question but, do you guys own human food?” with a little spark of hope in your eyes, you looked at Asmodeus. He pursed his lips for a second. “lets check the kitchen, maybe Beel hasn’t eaten everything yet.” He linked his arm with yours and both of you headed to the kitchen.

beel was sitting on the floor, eating some leftover cake. “oi Beel, do we still have some food from the human world for Y/n?” Beelzebub nodded, he got up from the floor and checked the fridge for you. Beel started pouting, “I think I ate it, maybe we have something else?” Asmodeus started checking the other pantries and found some salted crackers.

He handed them over to you. “there you go~” Asmodeus smiled and you thanked him. Taking out a cracker and taking a bite out of the salty snack made you feel relaxed.

You offered some to Beelzebub and Asmodeus. Asmodeus shook his head and declined your offer, while Beelzebub took a few and thanked you.

Asmodeus walked you back to your room, talking about the academy and his social media. He spoke about various events Lord Diavolo came up with to make school more fun.

You and the avatar of lust had a lot of stuff in common, especially when it came to outfits.

Reaching your bedroom Asmodeus blew you a kiss and said “Good night Y/n” before walking off to his own room. Before you could even enter your room, Lucifer called opened his own door and called you to come to him.

You sighed internally and headed towards his room. “you called?” the door was open and Lucifer was standing in the middle of his spacious room.

“yeah, you feeling better now?” he asked and you nodded. “who would have thought that not all human bodies can tolerate our food.” He smirked mockingly. Huffing in annoyance, you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“maybe your cooking is just bad.” You blurted out.

What?

You took a moment to realize what you just said but the prideful demon was already glaring at you. ‘Well fuck’ you thought. “or maybe its just my human taste buds..” you tried to cover.

He only shook head head. “you can’t save yourself with an excuse like that, you know what you said.” The atmosphere changed and you felt yourself tremble.

“m-maybe I should go…” hoping he would let you off. Lucky you, faith was on your side and the power went off. Numerous of “Mammon!” s were heard through the hall followed by someone running out of the house.

Lucifer followed after the footsteps, leaving you in his dark room. You decided to take this chance and go back to your own room.

After an hour of so the power was back on and you charged your D.D.D and set an alarm for school. Turning off your lights, you laid down in bed and inhaled the scent of your pillows. ‘smells like lavender.’ You inhaled again with a soft smile on your face.

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chiaki-translation · 4 years

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SSR Kazunari [Mankai Encore] Backstage Story Translation

Because of Outing event, I was able to get this card. So why not translate it also?

Summary:

Summer Troupe and their local rerun performance of SHINOBI misadventuring.

It will be this card and I’m pretty happy I can get this card because I did start the game quite late...

Disclaimer:

A3! is owned by Liber Entertainment

Translation will be below the cut~

Encore: Kiichi

Translator’s Note: Enjin refers to huddle or circle that they made to cheer before the performance. Teruteru bouzu is a rain doll, it is used in Japan to wish for specific weather.

Kazunari:

As I thought, the best thing for local performance will be the onsen~

Kumon:

Yep yep, looking forward to it!

Director:

It seems that there aren’t so many people too.

So you can take your time slowly.

Misumi:

I wonder if there’s any triangle in the onsen~

Yuki:

What kind of triangle will even be there.

Kumon:

The pail might actually be triangular shape!

Misumi:

Yeay! Triangle~!

Kazunari:

During the first show, we did a lot for role study huh~

Misumi:

In the ninja mansion, tonosama game~

Kumon:

That was so much fun!

Muku:

During the time in the ninja mansion, I was so surprised that the lost Tenma-kun and Director-san could reach the goal first.

Yuki:

I didn’t know there’s another route.

Director:

I was pretty surprised too.

But, the ninja mansion was really an interesting thing.

Kumon:

Eh? By the way where’s Tenma-san?

Director:

He’s been here till just now…

Muku:

Wa… wait, maybe he has been abducted by the ninjas….!?

Awawa, I have to really go and find Tenma-kun before it’s too late…!

Kumon:

Ah! Maybe he was actually abducted by a ninja organization who lurks in the darkness…

Tenma-san!

Yuki:

You two calm down.

That kind of thing won’t happen.

Misumi:

Ah! Tenma’s coming from that way!

Tenma:

Oh, you guys, so you’re here!

Kumon:

Ah, Tenma-san!

You managed to run away from those ninjas! I’m glad~

Tenma:

Hah? Ninja?

Muku:

You disappeared so suddenly, so we thought you’ve been abducted by the ninja…

Tenma:

A, ah… Right, it’s like that.

Yuki:

You’re just lost, aren’t you.

Tenma:

Sh, shut up!

Kazunari:

Ah, that was great!

Kumon:

Perfect~!

Muku:

The open-air bath was so big!

Tenma:

You’re right.

Misumi:

But, I cannot find the stars~

Yuki:

Well, today has always been cloudy.

Kazunari:

But from tomorrow onwards it will be sunny, there’re still other timing to see them!

Misumi:

… Yeah!

Kazunari:

Hey, Director-chan, there will be some free time after the performance is over right?

Director:

Yeah, is there anywhere you want to go?

Kumon:

Since it’s the ninja village…. It has to be the ninja mansion right!?

Kazunari:

Look look, if you walk along the port you’ll look like you’re walking on the water!

Yuki:

He’s bought fast.

Tenma:

The research was fast too.

Kazunari:

Ah! It seems that there’ll be fireworks too!

Muku:

Right!

Kazunari:

If you look at all the pictures here, they’re all so beautiful!

It’s the number one Instablam-able place this summer!

Misumi:

Amazing! I wonder if there’ll be triangular firework~!

Tenma:

It’s indeed beautiful, but we still have our upcoming performance.

Don’t get too distracted.

Kazunari:

Courz! I know!

Yuki:

It’s a rare word coming from our leader.

Tenma:

It’s not that rare!

Director:

Then, we can all watch the fireworks after the performance, let’s do our best!

Muku:

Yes!

Director:

(It’s the day of the rerun performance…

Everything’s perfect, it seems like there would be no problem)

Kazunari:

It’s been a while since I wore Kiichi’s costume~!

Let’s pump up the vibe!

Muku:

You’re right!

Tenma:

By the way, what are we going to do for the huddle?

Kazunari:

Ah, I haven’t decided!

Yuki:

Sounds like a dejavu.

Kazunari:

Hmm~

Something ninja like… Summer Troupe doron! Like that?

Director:

Sounds like everyone’s going to disappear after that sound…

Kazunari:

Uh…

Right, I’ve decided!

--For whose sake is the world’s sake, we’ll do our part as shinobi…

Kiichi from Iga, reporting! You lose if you stop halfway, let’s go, brothers! Nin-nin!

Summer Troupe:

Nin-nin!

Director:

(The story begins when two people who happened to be delivering love letters to the same castle meet)

Kiichi:

A Shinobi…?

Yoshimaru:

Iga clan?

Kiichi:

Are you a ninja from Koga clan?

Yoshimaru:

You’re right, but I don’t intend to fight you. I’m just in the middle of a side job, delivering a love letter.

It will be great if I can just LIME this love letter and get it over and done with~

Kiichi:

Don’t make such a modern statement!

Director:

(As usual, it’s SummerTroupe’s specialty to add a comical ad-lib…

It seems the audience is enjoying it too)

Yoshimaru:

Hmm? Eh? Which letter is mine?

Kiichi:

Eh!? Umm…

Yoshimaru:

Umm… What – should – I – do – now – which – one – is – it – let – god – choose. Right, this one!

Kiichi:

Eh!? Are you sure you can choose that way, alright then-

Yoshimaru:

It’s alright, it’s alright~

Don’t worry, Kii-chan.

Director:

(The two delivered the love letters to the Crane Castle and on the way they were met with a forked path--)

Kiichi:

What? There are two paths?

Yoshimaru:

Ah~ I think it’s fine?

It looks like something out of a weekly photo magazine, it looks dangerous!?

Kiichi:

It’s true! But don’t spread it out in the net, they will burn immediately!

Well, if it happens then let’s just use a fire extinguisher I guess, even thought I’m actually a ninja.

Yoshimaru:

Well, it’s fine~

Kiichi:

Right!

Director:

(Yoshimari’s colleague – Santa – appears afterward and he said he is delivering a letter from the Fox Castle to the Tanuki Castle.)

Yoshimaru:

This, is my colleague, San-chan.

Kiichi:

I’m Kiichi. Nice to meet you~ Then cheers!

Santa:

Like I said I’m on an important mission!

Yoshimaru:

Where are you going?

Santa:

Something’s brewing in the Boar Castle.

Seems like they’re planning to attack the Fox Castle.

Yoshimaru:

Eh!? You for real!? That’s bad!

Santa:

The Fox Castle is planning to form an alliance with Tanuki Castle. If everything works out, we might be able to avoid war.

Yoshimaru:

I see~ So, San-chan is in the mission to carry that out right now.

Santa:

You’re right.

Yoshimaru:

That means you can still have a drink.

Kiichi:

This is San-chan’s! I’ll show you somewhere good, drink~ drink~ drink~

Santa:

Eeeeeeeeeeeh!?

Director:

(The three people had a drink, and the next day they were suddenly attacked by Kiichi’s senior – Hyuuga)

Hyuuga:

You’re from Iga, aren’t you, I’ll not let you run away.

Yoshimaru:

Woah!

Kiichi:

Hyuuga!

Audience A:

Wah! That’s some amazing acrobatics right there!

Audience B:

I’m glad I got to see it~!

Director:

(Misumi-kun’s action, always so swift!

Even amateur can see how well it is.)

Hyuuga:

Kiichi, you fight too.

Don’t forget that you’re also a shinobi.

Kiichi:

Death for the traitor--

Yoshimaru:

Is there really no other choice…

Santa:

Let’s go, Yoshimaru!

Kiichi:

Ugh.

Hyuuga:

What, oi!? Who are you fighting!

Yoshimaru:

Hah!

Santa:

--Yoshimaru!?

Kiichi:

There!

Director:

(Everyone gets carried by Misumi-kun’s performance. Their movements become sharper and more powerful than before.

With this action scene, the atmosphere has also changed to a more serious one.)

Audience C:

Amazing…

Audience D:

So cool~!

Director:

(The audiences are also being drawn in by them!)

Director:

(Now that Santa and Hyuuga are stopped, the two planned to deliver a letter to the Young Lord….)

Young Lord:

… Is this really a letter from the princess?

Kiichi:

Of course! Look at the perfectly copied handwriting~

Young Lord:

Perfectly copied?

Yoshimaru:

Idiot, Kii-chan--

Kiichi:

--I mean perfectly polished ink!

Young Lord:

You, you were trying to fool me?

Kiichi:

Eh, I didn’t say anything!

I’m just saying that it’s a perfect love letter written with perfect polished ink and the perfect handwriting of the princess!

Yoshimaru:

Kii-chan, that’s not a good excuse…!

Young Lord:

So you really were fooling me!?

Director:

(The two who got in trouble because of the fake letter asked for help from the Kunoichi - Sae)

Sae:

So, you want me to deceive the Young Lord of Crane Castle by posing as the princess of Fox Castle and carrying out an alliance.

Yoshimaru:

Please~ Only you can do this.

Sae:

A month’s worth of Kameyoshi Shop’s dumplings.

Yoshimaru:

Tha, that’s a bit… I thought it would be like 5 gold coins or something!

Sae:

Ten then.

Yoshimaru:

Seven!

Sae:

One year’s worth of Amankai Shop’s sweets.

Yoshimaru:

!? That’s too much, isn’t that the high-class sweet shop out there…!?

Sae:

Then ten gold coins.

Yoshimaru:

Ugh… fine.

Sae:

Thanks for your business~

Director:

(They managed to avoid the war, the Young Lord will be married to the princess and the case is settled.

Shadows creeping over the two people who were celebrating their victory with alcohols and drinks.)

Hyuuga:

You’re going back to the village!

Santa:

You’re going to be working in the village for a while!

Yoshimaru:

Eh~!?

Kiichi:

No way~!!

Director:

(Kiichi and Yoshimaru were brought back to the village due to Hyuuga and Santa--)

Audience A:

That’s so interesting~!

Audience B:

I really feel drawn in by them!

Director:

(The tempo was great, the conversation and ad-lib all sounded natural too.

They really grew a lot since their first performance…)

Summer Troupe:

Thank you so much!

Muku:

Woah… amazing!

Kumon:

We can see the big seas from here-!

Director:

The performance was a big success, so let’s enjoy the day at the lake today!

Tenma:

It seems that there’s an event ongoing over there.

Kumon:

Yoga on top of a water board?

Misumi:

I know a triangle pose! It looks fun~!

Kazunari:

Since we’re here already, why don’t we try it!

Yuki:

Hah? Are you serious?

Kazunari:

Courz! It seems doable anyway! Let’s go, Kumopi, Tenten~!

Kumon:

Yes!

Tenma:

I guess there’s no other choice.

Kazunari:

That was fun~!

Director:

Yeah, you’re right.

Muku:

The scenery from there is really beautiful.

Kumon:

Yeah! I’ve never experienced that kind of thing before!

Tenma:

The only things you guys did was making noise!

Kazunari:

Tenten was so scared so it was interesting!

Yuki:

SUP Yoga was surprisingly fun.

Muku:

Yeah, it felt really good when you’re finally able to balance yourself.

Kazunari:

Sumi was able to strike an amazing pose even the teacher was shocked!

Misumi:

It was fun~!

Director:

I’m glad everyone seems to be having fun.

So after this will be the firework display.

Kumon:

Yep! I’m so glad it’s sunny today~

Muku:

Yesterday we made some tetu teru bouzu together!

Misumi:

Then we might be able to see the stars too~

Director:

We didn’t get to see it in the onsen.

Kazunari:

Hey hey, actually one of the local recommended me about a good spot. Let’s check it out!

Yuki:

You’re chatty as usual.

Kazunari:

We’ve arrived~

Tenma:

Hee… This place has a good view.

Kazunari:

Not only the fireworks, we can also enjoy the beautiful night view here!

Muku:

Woah… You’re right!

Kazunari:

Right!?

It would look great on Instablam too!

Kumon:

Hey hey, let’s buy some snacks and juice!

Misumi:

That sounds good~!

Director:

I know of a place, let’s go buy some things.

Yuki:

Then, those who lost janken will go and buy stuffs.

Tenma:

Understand.

Muku:

Y, yeah!

Misumi:

Agreed!

Kazunari:

Then, let’s go~!

Janken…

Tenma:

Ah.

Yuki:

Congrats on being the only rock.

Tenma:

Sh, shut up!

Kazunari:

But if Tenten go alone, he’ll just become a lost child.

Misumi:

That’s true~!

Tenma:

Hah!?

Kumon:

Ah, then I’ll follow you!

Director:

Then, I’ll go too. It seems that we’re going to end up buying a lot anyway.

Muku:

Yuki-kun let’s go too!

Yuki:

Eh, then there’s no other choice…

Tenma:

The lead and co-lead just rest.

Kumon:

Leave the shopping to us!

Kazunari:

Okay!

Misumi:

I’ll leave it to you~!

Kazunari:

Then, for the time being let’s organize our stuffs!

Misumi:

…

Kazunari:

Sumi?

Misumi:

Ah!

Kazunari:

Uwah! What, UFO!?

Misumi:

Summer Triangle!

Kazunari:

Oh, damn, that’s so beautiful!

Misumi:

Yeah, so pretty~

Kazunari:

When I think about it, we did watch the stars together during the first performance too right.

Then everyone came over and brought onigiri. I was so happy.

… For that time, thank you.

Misumi:

You’re welcome~

Kazunari:

Because of Sumi and everyone, I was able to have fun and act like this right now.

Misumi:

Me too, I’m happy that I’m able to act with Kazu like this!

Kazunari:

Ehehe, I’m so happy~! Let’s do our best for the next performance too!

Misumi:

Yep yep!

Kazunari:

Eh!?

Misumi:

It already started! Everyone, hurry hurry~!

Kumon:

Ta~maya~!

Misumi:

Ka~giya~!

Kazunari:

Ah, it ended…

Misumi:

Director-san and everyone, I’m glad you made it in time~

Director:

It was beautiful…

Muku:

It was amazing to see the reflection of the fireworks on the lake too!

Kumon:

It comes up consecutively, really brings up the tension to the max!

Tenma:

Things like this isn’t so bad sometimes.

Kazunari:

But when you watch them, don’t you feel like doing it yourself!

Muku:

…

Tenma:

Well, speaking of which, we bought it.

Kazunari:

Misumi:

Fireworks~!

Muku:

We feel like doing it too.

Yuki:

If we have to do something, it has to be this isn’t it?

Kumon:

With this, it will feel like Summer never ends!

Kazunari:

… Everyone, as expected!!

Then let’s start with the pinwheel fireworks, five of them!

Misumi:

Pinwheel~! GOGO~!

Tenma:

Stop it!

Director:

Ahaha!

#a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3! translation #kazunari miyoshi #a3! backstage #a3! backstory

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Day 10- Une journée des plus joyeuses

Characters: Napoleon & Jean

Pairings : Jean x Napoleon gen/pre-slash

Ao3 Link : Here

“You can’t just sneak out on your own birthday party!”

“Oi Jean, let's try riding out to the ocean."

The quiet man turned towards his companion. "What? Why?"

"Because it's my birthday and I’m free to do whatever I want."

The fields were quiet that day as they let their horses feed on the grass. Both men stayed on their steeds, relishing the sunlight. Napoleon, in particular, seemed to enjoy the spring breeze.

So he remembered. "Right this instant?"

"Of course not, silly. It was just something that crossed my mind," Napoleon chuckled. "But it's better than just loitering around while our friends at the mansion prepare for the party, don’t you think?”

"What party?" Jean feigned ignorance. Bless the heavens for gracing him with a natural poker face.

"My surprise party," the birthday boy deadpanned. "Is that not why you've taken me out this far?"

"I can't confirm nor deny that statement."

Ange whinnied, and Napoleon gently patted her neck.

"I see nothing wrong with wanting to go out and having a little change of pace."

Napoleon laughed. "I was surprised when you said you wanted to have me for an entire day. Usually, it's always me asking you out and never the other way around." He smiled wryly. "For goodness' sake, Jean. You should be a little more selfish with me."

Jean looked away, attempting to prevent Napoleon from seeing his blush. "How did you find out?"

Napoleon steered his horse closer towards the embarrassed beauty. "Your best friend's amoureuse is so predictable it's endearing." He chuckled. "The way she flinches and stammers whenever I'm around— Not only her but Sebastian and the others have been acting strangely.”

“Besides, it's not like I don't remember my own birthday. Put two-to-two together, and I deduced that all of you were conspiring to do something on my birthday. Am I right?"

Jean, the innocent that he was, couldn't help but blurt the entire scheme.

"It wasn't Yukari's idea but Isaac's. Your friend told Sebastian, who then relayed it to Yukari. Naturally, the girl was excited and invited everybody else to join in the plot," He shied away from Napoleon's scrutinizing gaze. "Wait. Don't tell them that I told you."

But the former emperor just laughed and reached out to ruffle Jean's hair.

"Cut it out." The miffed soldier batted away the offending hand. But Napoleon refused to stop, making a mess out of his impeccably neat hair. Eventually, the former emperor drew back and laughed at him.

"Sure, I'll cover for you." He grinned impishly. "But you'll have to do me a favor."

Jean rearranged his hair with irritation. Napoleon's smirk unnerved him, but he realized that it was his birthday.

"Fine," he huffed. "What can I do for you?"

Napoleon's smile changed to a more relaxed one. "Let me pamper you for an entire day."

Jean couldn't believe what he just heard. What man would celebrate his birthday by spoiling another man?

Then again, Jean couldn't remember the last time somebody gave their entire schedule for him along with their attention. Napoleon's offer was tempting, and he was secretly curious to see where the deal would lead him. "I accept."

Napoleon's jade eyes glinted warmly, and the sight compelled Jean to make a run for the hills and drown himself in a lake somewhere and never resurface in front of the man.

Or have it etched onto his memory forever like the 'photo' things that Theo and Leonardo rambled about. These peculiar, emerging notions were confusing, Jean thought.

He despised Napoleon's ability to enthrall him and whoever was in the former emperor's vicinity.

"I’ll accompany you even if you want to walk aimlessly around Paris”. Napoleon’s voice interrupted his reverie. "But no going to your weapons shop or meeting my students in town. I already told them today is a free day."

Jean stared at Napoleon's exuberant demeanor. If it were up to him, Jean would let the man take him to wherever he pleased.

Every foray was an adventure if you went with Napoleon Bonaparte.

"No answer?" Napoleon directed Ange away from Jean's horse. "Then, I'm going to leave you here and go to sea.”

Immediately, Jean pulled up and tugged at the man's garish cape.

"Since it's your birthday," Jean whispered. "You should give me a tour of your previous haunts in Paris."

He let go of the garment as the man flashed his notoriously alluring smile.

"Alright. Where would you like to go?" Napoleon asked as they drove their horses away from the field. "I bet you'll love it if I show you around the École Militaire where I studied, but they would kick us off the premises."

"I don't know. You take me." Jeanne stared at his horse's midnight-black mane as he fought against an odd feeling of inhibition.

"Well," Napoleon pondered. "We can go to the Tuileries Gardens. It's adjacent to the palace where I used to live."

"Maybe," his tone was wistful. "Maybe we can even get a glimpse of my nephew while we're at it."

What's a nephew of yours doing in a garden? "Lead the way, then."

The air was pleasant as the two horsemen made their way towards the bustling city.

Made for Day 10 of Napoleon Birthday Prompt 2020 by @kissmetwicekissmedeadly.

I still need to upload the fic for Day 7, which will be a big one since it’s part of my Jean & Napoleon Tour de France lore with Wellington and Vlad’s faction. Then I'm gonna take a break from Tumblr and writing since I need to take care of other things.

@kisara-16, @thedollarstoresatan, @delicateikemenmemes, @lulu-the-hedgehog, @ikesensrandomninjagirl24, @longingkisses, @weird-profiterole, @napoleonstan, @scummy-writes, @an-otome-cally-correct, @nafeary, @ashavazesa, @hokkaido-fox, @orangenji @thesirenwashere

Joyeux anniversaire, Napoleon!

#ikemen vampire #ikevam fic #ikevam napoleon #ikevam jean #ikevam napoleon bonaparte #riri tries ikevam

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oiforfoxsake · 1 year

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April Reads

Catching Fire by Suzanne collins

Mockingjay by Suzanne collins

A Good Girl's Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson

A Gargoyle's Captive by Katee Robert

The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides

Good Girl, Bad Blood by Holly Jackson

#the hunger games #books #booklr #oi for fox sake #oi for fox sake read #catching fire #april #mockingjay #suzanne collins #a good girls guide to murder #holly jackson #Katee robert #the silent patient #book series

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nihongomoji · 4 years

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Inuyasha Japanese Words and Phrases

Higurashi Jinja

The "Higurashi Shrine." The name of the shrine Kagome and her family live at.

Hone Kui no Ido

The name of the "bone-eaters well" that is the portal between Kagome's and Inuyasha's worlds. It is part of the Higurashi Jinja.

Sengoku Jidai

The name of Inuyasha's world. "The Warring Period" or "Fudal Japan"

Shikon no Tama

The name of the jewel that Kikyo protected. It gives youkai more power, and can destroy them at the same time.

Shikon no Kakera

The pieces of the Shikon no Tama that Kagome and Inuyasha are searching for. If a youkai gets ahold of one piece, their powers increase.

Youkai

A "monster/demon". Sengoku Jidai is filled with them. Inuyasha's father was a demon, and Fluffy is one.

Hanyou

A half demon. Inuyasha is a hanyou.

Youryoku

Demon strength. Sometimes this is the reason humans go after the Shikon no Tama/Kakera

Shingetsu

The new moon, when Inuyasha turns into a human.

Tessaiga

The name of Inuyasha's sword. It belonged to his father, and usually changes from a rusty, old sword to a powerful one. Though sometimes it fails, like when Inuyasha is in human form. But in English it is known Tetsusaiga.

Hijinkessou

The name of Inuyasha's attack where he uses his own blood. (Blades of Blood)

Sankontessou

A name of one of Inuyasha's attacks. (Iron Revert Soul Shater)

Kitsunebi

The name of Shippou's attack. (Fox Fire)

Kazaana

An "empty hole", the name of the "black hole" like object in Miroku's hand.

Hiraikotsu

The name of Sango's attack, using her boomerang-like weapon.

Shinidamachuu

Name of the serpent like creatures that take and carry souls of the living to Kikyou.

Saimyoushou

Name of the poisonous flying insects of Naraku's. If they enter Miroku's Kazaana, they'll poison him.

Kaze no Kizu

Name of Inuyasha's attack where he "finds" the scent of the wind, and uses the Tetsusaiga to do some powerful damage.

Tenseiga

Name of Sesshoumaru's Sword, which can only be used to save others. Osuwari

This is all Kagome has to say to make Inu-Yasha's head ran into the ground. This happens because of the Prayer-Beads around his neck.

Sankontessou

ai - love

ai shiteru - I love you

anata - you (commonly used)

ano - well... (Kagome uses this a lot)

are - (ah-reh) Huh?

arigato - thank you

arigatougouzaimasu - thank you very much (much more polite)

atashi - me (female version)

baka - idiot/stupid/moron (who doesn't know this word?)

bishoujo - pretty girl (for instance, Sango)

bishounen - pretty boy (for instance, Sesshoumaru)

boku - me/I (used by males and pretty informal)

chibi - little, small

chikuso - dammit

chotto - a little

chuu-gakkou - middle school

daijoubu - in question form it means, "Are you ok". Just said out as a statement means "I'm fine."

dame - bad, no good

demo - but

fuku - uniform. Like Kagome's school clothes.

gakkou - school

gakkousei - student

genki - energy, healthy, happy, entergetic

gomen - I'm sorry. Gomen nasai means I'm very sorry.

hai - yeah, yes, ok

Hanyou - (Han-yoh) Han = half, You = demon. So, half-demon. In this case, Inuyasha is a hanyou because his father was a youkai and his mother was a human.

hentai - pervert

hime - princess

hokora - small shrine. Such as the one that the Bone Gobbling well is concealed in.

houshi - monk. Miroku's a houshi, though a perverted one at that.

iie - no

inu - dog

Inuyasha - Inu = dog, Yasha = Demon, so "Dog-demon". The kanji breakdown of his name translate to "Dog Night Wars/Gang" according to a Japanese woman who I had the pleasure of talking to in Tsukuba City, Japan. (Of course I had to ask her about Inuyasha. ^_^)

itai - owch

ja ne - or just plain out 'ja' mean 'see you later'

jigoku - hell

Kagome - A song for children that many Japanese people know. Besides being the heroine's name, there was some meaning behind it, actually.

Kami - God. Kami-Sama would be talking about god, or some very high ranking person, such as an emperor.

kappa - water demon

katana - Japanese samurai styled sword

kawaii - cute

kaze - wind

ki - spirit, energy

kimi - you (male form to close friends or children)

kisama - you (very insulting) Inuyasha uses this a lot when talking to enemies or just in general since he is a potty mouth.

kitsune - fox. Shippou is a kitsune youkai or fox demon.

Kokoro - Spirit, love, heart, soul. Various meanings, but all have to do with spirit.

konnichi wa - hello

kunoichi - female ninja

mamouru - to protect

mamotte ageru - I'll protect you.

matte - Stop! (male)

miko - priestess (What Kikyou is)

minna - everyone

mou - sign of exasperation, like sighing

nani - what?

Ningen - Human

ohayo - good morning

oi! - hey! (male) Inuyasha uses this a lot

oji - prince

ojo - princess

onegai - please?

Oni - Devil

onna - woman

ore - me (rude)

oswari - sit! (dog style, go figure) This is used to subdue Inuyasha by Kagome.

otoko - male, guy, man

otoko no ko - boy (Kagome first calls Inuyasha this when she first discovers him)

otou-san - father

owari - the end

sake - wine

Sengoku Jidai - age of warring states. Era where Inuyasha lives

senpai - upperclassmen

Shikon no Tama - Jewel of Four Souls or the Four Souled Jewel. In this story, the jewel contains four spirits of the world and was created by a priestess named Midoriko who lived long before even Inuyasha's time. This is a powerful jewel that can grant anyone strength.

shin-e - die

Shouki - evil aura given off by youkai

Shoujo - General word for girl

Shounen - General word for boy

sora - sky

sugoi - cool! awesome!

sumimasen - I'm sorry, please excuse me.

Tai - As in taiyoukai. Tai means ultimate, surpreme, or great. So, taiyoukai would mean "Great Demon" which is what Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru's father was.

tamashi - life

tetsusaiga - Inuyasha's sword that was left behind for him from his father. It transforms into a large fang when it is held by someone who wishes to protect Humans and can only work with Inuyasha. When it's not transformed, it appears as a rusty old katana.

ursai - shut up (Inuyasha says this to Kagome a lot)

uso - a lie

wakaru - I understand.

watashi - I (polite)

watashi wa - I am

yamero - stop it!

yarou - bastard (used towards males)

Youkai - Means "demon" in this sense. The word "you" translates to demon, but the real meaning behind 'youkai' is 'bewitching apparition' which include demons, monsters, goblins, and ghouls. Obake and bakemono mean the same thing as youkai and are other words frequently used for spirits.

yume - dream

zettai - never

*Name Suffixes*

-chan - Used between friends or with someone younger than you. Generally a very friendly suffix such as "Shippou-chan" as Kagome calls Shippou. Used between boyfriends and girlfriends.

-kun - Generally used for males, but can be used for females too. Someone who's close to you as a friend. Kagome calls Kouga "Kouga-kun" to show how she's friendly with him.

-san - Polite and formal. Used for someone at the same position as you or higher. You would use this with strangers if you didn't know them well. It basically means "Ms, Miss, Mr., or Mrs." Miroku calls Kagome "Kagome-san" out of respect.

-dono - Not frequently used in this anime, but in others, like Rurouni Kenshin. Indicates respect and is very polite.

-sama - Very high respect. Used when speaking about gods or someone like an emperor or king. In this case, Kikyou is called "Kikyou-sama" by the villagers that she lived with.

-sensei - Originally means "born earlier than me". Usually used towards your master, teacher, or someone wise in the literature and art. You would call your school teacher by this suffix.

onee-chan/san/sama - what you would call your sister. Souta calls Kagome "Kagome onee-chan". Kaede calls Kikyou "Kikyou onee-sama".

onii-chan/san/sama - what you would call your brother. Souta calls Inuyasha Inu-no-oniichan or the "Dog-eared brother".

jii-chan/san/sama - grandfather. Kagome calls her grandfather "Jii-chan"

#confuzzered.tripod #inuyasha #word #phrases

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unlockthelore · 4 years

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Lost In You

Hiei elects to utilize the Reikai’s generous offer and free himself from Sarayashiki’s confines, with a quick stop on the way. From the fic Fluent on Ao3. For more updates, follow the fluent yyh tag on this blog.

In the aftermath of the tournament and their return to their ‘normal lives’, Hiei couldn’t make heads or tails of all his gains and losses. Yukina’s decision to remain in Ningenkai under the care of Genkai provided a steady means of seeing her, although seeking her out was difficult with his restrictions and the secret between them. Kuwabara claimed to want to visit her often, and thankfully, his schooling and human needs prevented that headache. Yusuke insisted on growing stronger, but Toguro’s death and Genkai’s demise along with her revival, had shaken something inside of him.

A part Hiei wasn’t sure would heal with a few days rest.

Then there was Kurama and the wounds left on his psyche, still weeping even as the ones on his body healed. Nightmares plagued him just as often as Yusuke or Kuwabara, and more than once, Hiei watched over them as they talked, sneaking out of their respective homes to sit in parks or wander empty streets in search of solace.

Confronting Kurama on his nightly exploits were silly. If playing games and talking to the louder pair brought him comfort then so be it. Even still, there were other ways Kurama sought peace.

Hiei hardly minded Kurama’s touchiness during the tournament, and the need for contact seemed to wax and wane. Memories of Karasu’s covetous hands hindered his desire to be held, and Hiei resolved to wait patiently, allowing him a space in his arms when he desired. Still, he rescinded Reikai insistence on the crow being offered a fair trial. His presence in this world aside, what he’d done to Kurama was inexcusable and the Dragon yearned to render him to nothingness.

Alas, rules and laws prohibited what Hiei considered as justice.

For as much as he seemed to gain from the tournament — the Dragon’s power, symbiosis with the Mortal Flame, Yukina’s constant presence, respect for his teammates — he lost that much more.

“It’s so sweet…!” A loud chipper tone cried, lurching him from his thoughts with a grimace. Cutting a visceral glare at the blue-haired ferry girl floating beside him, Hiei wondered how she could be so cheerful at a time like this.“A little sibling bonding time, oh, Yuusuke is going to love hearing about this.”

Hiei’s eyes widened and flicked downward. While he was blatantly aware no one on the streets around them could see or hear her, their meeting was carried out on a rooftop further and higher from the city’s main roads. It was blissfully quiet aside from her chattering and the idea that his peace would be broken by loose lips irked his nerves.

“Botan,” Hiei prefaced, attempting to keep his voice as even as possible, fingers curled into tight fists trembling against the inner lining of his cloak pockets. “Tell him anything — no — tell any of them, and I’ll…”

Admittedly, Hiei wasn’t sure what he would do. A distant voice in the back of his mind that sounded all too much like Kurama told him it would be a violation of his parole. Still, there were some things that should be excused. His hand trembled, scarlet-orange flames beginning to emerge from the depths. Pink eyes widened as Botan lifted her hands, seemingly unapologetic, with the cat-like smile curling the corners of her lips.

“Calm down, calm down, I know it’s a sensitive matter and part of your wish from the Tournament,” she turned her hands outward, shoulders hunching when Hiei scowled. “So it’s Reikai-sensitive information.”

The slight waver and falter to her smile came with a bit of distance put between them as she floated over the heads of unsuspecting humans milling about below.

Hiei snorted, quelling the flames licking at his wrists as he turned his gaze skyward. Glaring disdainfully at the clear blue sky, sun beating down and assaulting his eyes with its light. “Considering how inept Reikai intel is, was that supposed to comfort me?”

He hardly felt fazed when she gasped and floated closer to him, shouting in his face. “A thank you would be nice!”

Shooting a glare at her, pink met crimson and he was almost impressed by the sharpness of her eyes. Almost, but not quite. Tipping his chin downward, he sighed audibly and rolled his shoulders back, feeling the stiffness in holding his posture for so long.

“When does the probationary period start?”

Botan’s nose wrinkled and she puffed her cheek, seeming to want to argue more but second-guessing it as she reached into the folds of her kimono to pull out a small grey book. Hiei almost wanted to see what was written in it, especially with how much she scribbled in it constantly while observing their battles. But as soon as she flipped to the necessary page and read, it was snapped shut then tucked away.

“In the next thirty minutes,” she said in a huff, turning her head away.

“Hm.”

Thirty minutes. It was longer than he wanted but the potential of being able to see Yukina was worth it. For now, there were other matters he had to attend to.

“So remember, you have to stay within at least one hundred yards of Genkai’s property and alert her when you are lea—” Botan opened her eyes and glanced back to where Hiei had been standing, finding an empty spot, and a black blur darting across the rooftops. “Oi!”

幽☆遊☆白書

Dropping down on the sill of Kurama’s bedroom window, Hiei peered through the glass at the red headed figure spilling over books atop his desk. A faint golden glow cast deep shadows across familiar features, doing little to hide the natural beauty he possessed or the tiredness in his eyes. Reaching for the side panel, Hiei gave it a tug, surprised when it didn’t give way. After another tug, he heard a metallic clink and stared in surprise at where the window’s latch was lowered.

It was locked.

Shock kept him still for a second. Long enough for Kurama to notice a presence outside his window, rising in a slight hurry — never panic, because Kurama didn’t panic — coming to Hiei’s aid. The window unlatched and opened in one quick flourish allowing Hiei to see Kurama unfettered by glass between them.

“Hiei,” Kurama said in a soft, airy tone, snapping him out of his stupor. How stupid, he could have melted the damn thing but that would’ve only made matters worse. “I thought you would be on your way to Genkai’s by now.”

“Thirty minutes.”

Hiei wasn’t sure why that was the only thing that came out his mouth. Or the strange sense of panic when he noticed the window had been locked. Climbing inside and closing it behind him, he glared at the latch, unwilling to tear his gaze away until he heard the creak of Kurama’s desk chair. Looking back at the fox, sagging slightly with his hands resting at his stomach, Hiei felt guilty.

Kurama’s reason for locking the window might not have been to keep him out but to protect himself.

“You don’t have to cut your time short with Yukina for my sake,” Kurama said, his smile achingly soft and understanding, turning Hiei’s stomach.

He knew Kurama would never ask him to stay. Never expect him to choose him over something else. It was the humanity within him. Youko weren’t nearly as kind or selfless but Kurama could be when the mood fit him. The question crossed Hiei’s mind just as easily as he strode to Kurama’s side.

If the option arose — would he have been able to pick between Kurama and Yukina?

Would that even be a choice he’d be able to make without some semblance of regret? Slipping his arms around Kurama’s shoulders, Hiei felt him stiffen. It wasn’t wise to trap a fox but this wasn’t to keep him contained. Kurama must have realized as much, forcing his muscles to loosen. A warm hand set upon Hiei’s back as Kurama buried his face against his shoulder.

“... I have thirty minutes before I can leave to see her,” Hiei clarified, squeezing Kurama when he heard the breathy sigh. Be selfish, he quietly urged. Ask me to stay. But Kurama said nothing, only holding him tighter.

“When will you be back?”

Hiei was grateful his face was buried against his shoulder. If Kurama had seen the surprise, the concern, the relief — it would open a wealth of questions Hiei wasn’t ready to answer. Yet one thing was clear. Kurama never asked him when he was going to return.

He simply did. The window was open. They reconciled and parted ways with only the knowledge of soon.

And yet, Kurama seemed to want to expect him.

Burying his fingers in silky crimson hair, Hiei held him a bit tighter, eliciting a gasp that he wanted to hear again.

“Nightfall.”

The nightmares would come again but Hiei would return and hold him through them all. For as long as Kurama wanted. A light press, flutter of warm plush lips, startled Hiei from his thoughts. He barely noticed his muffler being removed or when Kurama kissed the sensitive column of his neck, starting down with unhurried kisses loosening with precision.

“Thirty minutes,” he muttered, a throaty growl questioning and sticking half-hearted protests to the back of Hiei’s throat. He’d heard that voice before. Kurama’s old voice, and when he glanced down, golden slipped through green. “Thats what you said?”

Hiei nodded slowly, both unsurprised and startled when Kurama stood, lifting him up effortlessly. He knew he was strong but after the tournament, his strength only seemed to grow. Sinking into the bed as he was laid down, Kurama’s body covering his own, red hair shielded him from the world as the fox captured his lips and ensnared him for a bit longer.

#yyh #yu yu hakusho #kurahi #kurama x hiei #kurama #hiei #fanfiction #my fanfiction #fluent yyh

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izzy-b-hands · 4 years

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Every Road Leads to an End, Pt. 1

Y’all had to know this was coming at some point lol. My first Kingsman fic, this one in particular set Post-Golden Circle. I’ve got a lot more planned, for this time period plus during each movie and in between, but for now, I think this is a good start.

A forewarning that I’m taking canon and making it what I want, because while I love the movies dearly, there’s also a good number of things I’d have maybe done differently, or at least messed about with and considered changing. For one, the little pup Eggsy gets Harry in Golden Circle? He’s around again, because I wanted to know what happened to the puppy. I named him PJ, for Pickle, JR (after dear Mr. Pickle.)

So, here that is!

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

“You texted me, and I quote, ‘Major emergency, come quickly.’ This-”

“Is an emergency,” Harry finished.

Eggsy stared down at PJ, who was wagging his tiny tail happily. “This is dog-sitting. I thought there was a mission, and I’m only supposed to be called back in the event of that or-.”

“There is, this!”

“Okay, and where are you off to then? If there isn’t a mission, aside from watching your dog,” Eggsy asked as he picked up PJ.

“I...have a date.”

“You have...where did you meet...I have so many questions,” Eggsy said.

“And they will have to wait; I am already late. Thank you for arriving so promptly, instructions are on the fridge regarding PJ’s dinner and bedtime, and I’ve left you money for your dinner,” Harry was like a bullet on track to its target, walking fast enough Eggsy could hardly keep up as he followed him to his bedroom.

“Oi! Now I get to ask at least one question before you go.”

“Fine, one. Then I need to finish dressing; I cannot find the right color pocket square I need-”

“I’ll help you find it if you answer,” Eggsy interrupted. “Where’d you meet her?”

“Him.”

“Okay, him. Where was it? I mean, you’re something of a homebody, when you aren’t working-”

“I am not,” Harry scoffed, and turned to rifle through the pile of folded pocket squares tossed on his bed. “I do things.”

“You texted me a week ago, and I quote-”

“That is quite enough of my quotes, I think.”

“You keep interrupting like that; I’ll just find more of them. Anyway, as I was saying, you said ‘lots of excitement tonight, saw a fox in the garden.’ I mean...Harry.”

“Are you going to help me find it, or not? I need the same shade of salmon as my tie, and I’ve found every other shade under the bloody sun, and I even sort these by shade, I’ll have you know, and,” Harry sighed and tossed a handful of squares back onto the bed.

“You’re nervous!”

“I have been in situations far worse than a first date; I am not made nervous by this,” Harry shook his head, and shuffled through another bunch of squares.

“You are absolutely a nervous wreck, oh my God. This is adorable! Look at your dad, PJ. I have never seen you like this.”

Harry sighed again, clearly exasperated, and turned to Eggsy.

“Put the face away, I’ll help. Now, don’t get mad, but could you just wear a different color tie, that matches one of the squares we know are here and ready to be worn?”

The kiss on the cheek wasn’t expected, but it was sweet. “Eggsy! Genius! I’ll change it straightaway, then-ooh, I’m going to be even later! I don’t have an excuse for that, we had a reservation and everything...”

“Tell him I was late showing up. I don’t mind taking the blame,” Eggsy bit back a giggle as Harry whirled past him to another drawer. “Would I know him, if I saw him?”

Harry stopped dead.

“Harry?”

He turned again, a new silk light green tie in his hand. “I can’t...I will tell you. All of it, later. I promise you that. This is also, technically, a mission. That turned into more, and if anyone else with Kingsman or Statesman found out it had, the trouble we would be in.”

“So he works for Statesman?”

“No.”

“He works for us?”

“Eggsy, please,” Harry sighed desperately as he switched ties. “Like I said, I will tell you everything, later. Once things are more...solid.”

“As in your relationship with him, or the mission?” Eggsy asked as he set down PJ, and swatted Harry’s hand away from the tie. “You’ve got it all crooked, hang on. And is the mission to...you know?”

“Eggsy!”

“Just checking! Even if it isn’t, I mean, I can spend the night here with PJ. I’m already the ‘Prince That’s Never Seen’ to the Swedish media. Won’t be any issue if I’m not home for a day or two, and I let Tilde know it might be a few days, depending on what was going on. So, you know. If things happen...let them happen. Have some fun. Safe fun, I mean, actually, do you have-”

Harry was bright red as he snatched up the matching pocket square and his coat from his bed, and strode out of the bedroom with Eggsy and PJ on his heels.

“Oh, look at him blush! PJ, your dad is gonna have a wonderful night, isn’t he?”

PJ barked in response, wiggling as Eggsy picked him up again.

“Yes, he is, and then he’s going to tell us all about it when he gets back,” Eggsy continued, even as Harry spluttered half-protests, sighing and shaking his head as he walked out the front door.

Without any shoes on.

“Give him a minute,” Eggsy told PJ, who stared up curiously at him. “He’ll realize in one, two, three, and-”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Harry spat as he stomped back inside, struggling on with his shoes before heading back out, one oxford still untied.

“That’s a lad,” Eggsy smiled. “C’mon PJ. I think you deserve your dinner, and I will order mine, and then I think a movie is in order. We’ll find something with a dog in it, just for you.”

It wasn’t long before they were settled on the couch; PJ fed and a pizza box open on the coffee table, and the closest thing Eggsy could find for ‘something with dogs’ (an episode of Planet Earth) on the TV for PJ.

Then his phone buzzed with a text alert.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place. Advice?

Eggsy frowned at the text from Harry. Text were strictly for non-Kingsman, and non-confidential and/or coded Kingsman business. This, however, wasn’t code for anything that he knew of.

Is one of the things the guy you’re seeing? And if so, what is the other thing?

He could hear Harry’s frustration in the reply.

No! Not exactly. He invited me over, but he knows we’d both be in trouble if anyone knew about this; no one is even supposed to know he’s alive!!

That many exclamation points signaled a show of proper emotion from Harry, whatever this was, it was deeply serious to him. But it was hard to advise when he only had not even a quarter of the story. He sent back his biggest question.

Who?????!!!!!!

For about five minutes, there was nothing, and he almost set his phone back down on the coffee table. Then:

Merlin.

“Fucking hell,” Eggsy murmured. “And how in the hell? There’s no way...somebody has to be fucking with him, which means who knows what he’s gotten himself into now.”

He sighed, and bemoaned that he had left his luggage at his hotel, rather than bringing it with. There wouldn’t be enough time to get it, change into a suit, and try and configure Harry’s location so he could get there.

Unless.

He hadn’t ever actually spent a night in Harry’s guest room, but Harry had always assured him it was supplied for him, should he and Tilde ever need a place to stay. Searching it proved just that: three suits with varying colors of ties and other accouterments for him, and three matching dresses and pants suits for Tilde, plus three tiny matching jackets that would have fit JB.

“PJ, you hold down the fort, yeah? You’re a big boy now, I think I can trust you,” Eggsy said as he finished putting in his cuff links and pulled on his jacket, watching as PJ settled down on the couch with a sigh, his grey wiry fir blending into the dark material. “I’m gonna go make sure your dad makes it home, and when we get back, we’ll have that leftover pizza. I’ll make sure he lets you have a little, promise.”

From there, he was on his own. His watch and glasses let him track Harry somewhat, but wherever he was, he was on the move. With whoever this impostor Merlin was, surely, and that was who he really wanted to track. But even if this Merlin was using any Kingsman or Statesman tech, he wasn’t registering on any of Eggsy’s gear.

He got as close as an Italian restaurant, dropped off by a non-Kingsman cab, if only so as not to arouse Harry or the faux-Merlin’s suspicions if they were near enough to see it. There, outside of it, the dot representing Harry had stopped. Or so it seemed to have, finally, though at no point had the dot gone into the restaurant, leaving him wondering where on earth the actual dinner had been, and why on earth Harry was stumbling around in the dark with the faux-Merlin.

There were a few dark alleyways just near the restaurant. A small chance to be sure, too easy if anything. But as he wandered down the first, the blip of Harry’s dot on the map superimposed over his glasses got louder and louder and-

“Jesus,” Eggsy ducked behind a bin, then peeked back out over it.

Up against a nearby wall in the alley were Harry, and what for all the world looked like Merlin, kissing hard and utterly unaware of anything else going on around them, apparently, since he hadn’t exactly been quiet as he’d ducked away.

“If I’m wrong,” Eggsy whispered to himself, then shook his head. Even if this was somehow real, Merlin had somehow survived the land mine and was safe and back, it was better to check, to interrupt and know for sure.

“Let him go,” he stood and pulled his pistol, pointing it at the possibly faux Merlin.

“I think he’d rather I didn’t,” and god it sounded like Merlin. “Harry, did you not tell him?”

“I was going to, later,” Harry hissed, and whipped around. “Put that down! What on earth are you doing?”

“Not many men could survive a land mine. Fewer still could survive it, and be repaired well enough to go into hiding afterwards. So if you really are Merlin, and if you are...know that I am sorry for all this, but I’ve got to have answers. As of right now, I have no proof you aren’t some...double, hell bent on doing God knows what with Harry-”

“Hell bent on doing something with him, that’s for sure,” Merlin murmured and giggled, pressing a kiss to Harry’s cheek. “If you’re still up for it, after we explain things and send Eggsy on home.”

Harry sighed and pushed himself away from Merlin. “Look. I-I should have just told you everything straight away. I know you, and you’re a good agent. And a good agent would have done just as you’re doing now. It’s just...I mean, this was a date!”

“Still is,” Merlin called from the wall. “This isn’t quite how I saw it going, no, and I certainly didn’t think Eggsy would be involved, but this doesn’t ruin the night or anything.”

“Oh my God,” Harry muttered, and pushed his glasses up as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Eggsy lowered his gun. “Well?”

“Tell you what,” Merlin said, striding forward. “You both come back to mine, for now. We can explain things, then Eggsy, you can go back home feeling that all is well-”

“To Harry’s, actually. I was dog sitting,” Eggsy interrupted before stowing his gun away.

“Right, back to Pickles, JR, then, knowing that all is well and Harry is safe,” Merlin continued. “And Harry, if you’d like, well...”

“I could just about die right now. And I’ve never said that about anything,” Harry sighed.

“Dramatic, outside of work, isn’t he?” Merlin snickered as he led them out of the alley and down the sidewalk. “Part of why I asked him out, you know. Nice to get to see the man under the agent again. Don’t get me wrong, I love the agent, but I liked the man first.”

“Makes sense,” Eggsy replied, giggling as Harry blushed ever more red, trailing just behind them. “So, did you two ever...before this, I mean?”

“That’s a lot of old history to be getting into,” Merlin smiled. “Maybe a bit too much for tonight, but later on, perhaps-”

“Oh my God,” Harry muttered again.

“Think I should take the overuse of that phrase as a good sign for later?” Merlin asked with a positively wicked grin.

“MERLIN!”

Eggsy and Merlin fell against each other in a fit of laughter as Harry sighed deeply yet again.

He calmed once they were in Merlin’s house though, his coat off and tossed onto the couch as if he lived there, and Eggsy half-wondered as they settled onto it.

“So. I’ll make a long story short, so you can get back to PJ, and we can get back to...other things,” Merlin said. “I did survive the mine, but barely. And I very nearly didn’t survive the jungle, because my tracker didn’t click on again to let Ginger Ale know I was still kicking until you all had already left.”

“How the hell did you survive?”

Merlin shrugged. “I shouldn’t have, Eggsy. Chalk that one up to dumb luck, perhaps. That, and Ginger Ale, or should I say now, Agent Whiskey’s fantastic medical research and work with prosthetics.”

Eggsy gestured to Merlin’s legs. “I have to admit, I was curious.”

“Amazingly built prosthetics, all thanks to Agent Whiskey. She assembled a team to get me out, get me to Kentucky, and get me healed and well again. And she would have told you and Harry both right away, but-”

“It wasn’t assured he would survive,” Harry interrupted. “And so I asked them not to say anything to you at that time. I didn’t want you to lose him twice. I figured it, rather selfishly, I admit, that it would be enough for me to lose him twice.”

“But you didn’t,” Merlin said softly, grabbing Harry’s hand. “I’m right here, not going anywhere.”

Harry only nodded, but Eggsy could see his fingers tighten around Merlin’s.

“With you still not knowing I was alive, and my continued survival not assured at that point, I was put into a sort of hiding. Kept in Kentucky, under Statesman medical care and guard. I remain under their guard now, to some degree, and not Kingsman guard because, well-” Merlin shrugged. “Kingsman is still rebuilding. We have Agent Tequila here, and Harry, and yourself as a reserve agent, but that isn’t much. And there’s concern that some of the guards I tried to take out with me are still out there, and might be looking for me.”

“Didn’t they find them all? Or all the pieces of them, I guess,” Eggsy asked.

“Enough...pieces to make up all the bodies except for two. We might have presumed they were just truly blown to smithereens, until certain messages started to arrive at various locations, specifically the rubble of the Kingsman HQ and your old home, Eggsy. Agent Whiskey was the one who suggested surveillance on those locations and a few others after I was recovered from the field, and thank goodness she did. We might never have seen them until it was too late, otherwise.”

“Too late?”

“Attacks,” Harry said. “On Statesman HQ, specifically trying to get to the medical ward. One got damned close too. No identifiable information on them, except that everything done to erase their identity was similar to what Poppy had done to her cronies. Erased fingerprints, filed down teeth, all that. But since we know Poppy is dead, that tells us nothing. And the henchman that we thought died when the land mine went off weren’t identifiable either, not even the pieces of the dead ones. So figuring out who the live ones are, if they are alive, and where they are...”

“Damn near impossible, until another attack, which hasn’t happened because you’ve been kept under guard here. And that’s why no one was supposed to know you’re alive,” Eggsy finished.

“And why this,” Harry sighed, picking up Merlin’s hand and kissing it, “is so very risky. If anything happened as a result of me, I swear-”

“I know, and I’m willing to take the risk,” Merlin interrupted. “Anyone would for someone they love. Eggsy would for Tilde, essentially does being married while being an agent, right Eggsy?”

Eggsy nodded. “Harry. You shouldn’t deny yourself this, happiness, just because of the risk. There’s always going to be something, you know? Life just isn’t that easy, that safe...especially for us. Tilde and I, we know the risk, and we both accept it to be together. If you and Merlin feel the same...why not go for it?”

The look Harry was giving Merlin gave Eggsy his out. “And, that said, I think maybe my portion of the evening is complete, and the portion with you two is uh...yeah. I’m gonna head out, go back and let PJ have the bit of pizza I promised him, and then turn in for the night, and you two aren’t even paying attention to a word I’m saying right now.”

They certainly didn’t seem to be, again concerned only with each other and kissing and the fussing about with Harry’s tie, which was plenty for Eggsy to see.

“I mean good for ‘em, you know?” he told PJ as they snuggled on the couch, his suit hung back up in the guest room of Harry’s house, the pizza warmed up for a late night/early morning snack. “But...bit like watching your parents snog, you know? Like, they’re adults, consenting and all that and isn’t like that...urge disappears as you age, I just. It was time for me to not see anymore. You get it, right, PJ?”

PJ whimpered, and snuggled in closer. He was laid out on Eggsy’s chest, and very nearly had his cold nose poking Eggsy’s chin as he moved closer and closer.

“Aw. You just miss your dad, don’t you? Well, never fear, he’ll be home in the morning. Er, later morning, considering the time. Dads have to have their fun too, and in the meantime you’ve got me!”

Eggsy flicked off the TV and closed his eyes, listening to PJ’s soft breathing as he finally fell asleep.

And then his watch buzzed on his wrist.

He carefully moved his arm, to not disturb PJ, and looked at the alert.

ALL KINGSMAN AND STATESMAN AGENTS, REPORT TO NEAREST HQ LOCATION IMMEDIATELY. AGENT COMPROMISATION HAS OCCURRED.

#text post #LeeH writes #kingsman fic #harry hart x merlin #not sure what else to tag rn #so lemme know if y'all want others added!#I'll figure out the tagging as I write the next part of this and the other fics I have in mind lol #eggsy is here too of course #like there's gonna be multiple plot threads of Harry and Merlin and stuff with Eggsy going on plus major Spy Problems #so I'll add tags in as we add in more threads lol

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Season 1, Episode 5: Can Of Worms

Oh worm?

[21:26] well, let’s continue then,

[20:53] This episode is called Can Of Worms, and it sounds like it’s for a good reason. Things are just gonna be a little messy now we’ve got a former enemy, Lloyd, staying with the protagonists.

[19:49] Welp. Lloyd probably thinks he’s being helpful but… I doubt he realises how easily the ninjas can turn on each other.

[19:43] No way in hell would it turn that bright pink, though. It’d look like a washed out red at most.

[19:21] Oh… oh no. Lloyd did it on purpose, didn’t he?

[19:12] Look, Wu, you really need to keep a better eye on your nephew, okay?

[19:05] Be nice if you didn’t jerk the boys around for the sake of your lessons either. Though I guess I should’ve expected that judging on his other methods.

[18:45] Though the “not all lessons are about fighting” thing I agree with.

[18:43] ...And he also misplaced his lesson book.

[18:34] Nooope, Lloyd stole it. The plot thickens.

[18:31] Iconic move by Cole by closing the sliding door on Lloyd.

[17:19] Oooh! Explains the black line on the original map.

[16:48] Welp, good luck on babysitting duty, Nya.

[16:07] Uhhh… not gonna climb yourself, Zane?

[16:02] Alsoo….. poor postie. That’s got to be one hell of a workout, because one thousand steps is definitely an understatement. I climbed up one thousand steps in a Lycian ruin in Turkey. It was nowhere near that tall!

[15:24] One tribe uniting all the Serpentine… huh. That can’t be good. I imagine Pythor wants the Anacondrai to be that race.

[15:14] Four silver fang-blades and Great Devourer. The former must be the anti-golden weapons of the ninjas. The G.D. must be the equivalent to the Green Ninja.

[14:49] Something in the ground’s an understatement. It’s moving.

[14:43] WELL ZANE YOU’RE KINDA FUCKED NOW ARENTCHA

[14:35] “Did you stay behind just to tell us that?” I don’t think he can exactly leave if he hasn’t left already, dude.

[14:32ish-14:30] “Look at who you’re calling pathetic, pinky.” “Only I get to call him pinky!” And also he’s holding Zane hostage, but that’s what quip you’re going for.

[14:18] Can we get an F for Cole?

[14:16] Cole just got yeeted, oh my god

[14:03] Oh, that’s gotta hurt. Getting strangled by that snake much?

[13:51] WELP THEY’RE FUCKED >:(((

[13:31] “I think Kai and Jay are walking into a trap.” Uh oh. Uh oh.

[12:50] Fart jokes! Without the actual farting!

[12:25] Jay, we get it. It echoes. You’re alerting whatever could be in there, dude!

[12:05] OH SHIT RIGHT IN THE EYES…. OUCH… OW

[11:50] OH GODDAMMIT JAY STOP DOING THE ECHO SHIT KAI’S GONNA GET HIS ASS KICKED OH GOD

[11:15] Oh goddammit the other two just got here, don’t go and break the flute on us!

[10:42] “I used to hate dragons,” Somewhere, Rocky is crying.

[10:13] “the mAgIic rOpe…. huh…” I’m sorry but just his tone… djdjd

[9:58] Inexplicable mecha robot to the rescue!

[9:22] Oi! No knocking out the ninjas!

[9:12] ...And they’re leaving. Bye, inexplicable mecha robot’s warrior pilot.

[8:53] “Samurai. It was samurai.” Rich important people hired samurai. Poor people who could not hire samurai did not hire samurai.

[8:36] Can we get that poison-snake's staff soon? Because I doubt the poison is doing wonders for Kai.

[8:04] “It’s a can of worms I don’t wanna see open.” And with that, Cole provides us the title of the episode!

[6:40] “I love the smell of land hurtling towards you in the middle of the night!” I swear why does this show give us so many iconic lines?

[5:30] Snake meeting! Where the snakes meet!

[5:04] “Friends! Enemies! And enemies who pretend to be friends!” I’m yoinking that in place of “ladies and gentlemen”.

[4:44] T’was gonna ask if I just heard a Frozen joke (Pythor did literally say last episode something about poor unfortunate souls) but I’m fairly sure this is from 2010, right?

[4:23] Toby Fox, you hack!

[4:06ish] Taking a page out of Lloyd’s book, it seems! Turning them against themselves!

[3:26] And now it’s Zane who’s left to escape.

[3:07] Hey, the pinkness was plot relevant all along!

[2:40] (after Pythor says a ninja will never be found in plain sight) “Look! A pink ninja!” (cue dramatic music swell)

[1:47] GUYS I THINK YOU NEED TO GET SEATBELTS ON YOUR WEAPON VEHICLES

[1:04] Say, where is Lloyd?

[0:57] TWENTY LOADS?

[0:40] OH MY GOD THE FRIDGE IS JUST… FILLED WITH SNAKES. WHERE’S THE FOOD GONE?

#ninjago #jaime watches ninjago season 1 #can of worms

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"What kind of favor?" I asked suspiciously.

"Oh, nothin' much, me boyo," the old tod chuckled as he ticked points off on his fingers. "All oi want is help locatin' me family, and subsequent protection from the Duchess fer meself an said family. Also a cozy retoirement villa in the countrysoide, along with a comfortable pension so oi can at last rest me weary old bones. Standin' invitation to all society parties. AND a holiday named after me."

"For shame, Estvan," Sam scolded. "Improper it is, in his moment of need, advantage of the heir apparent to take."

"Anything the Adoyret wants, add it to the list, bedad," Estvan continued.

"Ham, all is," Sam beamed. "Sorry I am that your integrity I ever doubted. My own holiday I also would like."

"For Fuma's sake, you guys," I whined. "I can't deliver all of that, and you know it!"

"Sure an maybe not now," Estvan pointed out. "But when you're King -"

"IF I'm King," I corrected. "It's not guaranteed .. and it might be a long time from now."

"Tish, what's a few centuries to an elf?" Estvan scoffed. "Sure an oi know yer good for it, lad. Just give me yer solemn oath -"

"It's not elfly to swear oaths," I pointed out.

"Begorrah, you made me swear one just a few minutes ago," he objected.

"No," I refused. "I'm not going to promise you something in the future and have you show up to collect at the most inconvenient time! That may work on lowfolk but it won't work on me."

"Begorrah, ye know that old routine?" Estvan sighed ruefully. "Eudora Chitterleigh taught ye too well, me boyo ... all roight, sure an oi can wait till yer King to petition ye fer all that other. But oi DO need to foind me family, and oi could also use a drink to soothe me jangled nerves."

"You just had a cup of ham tea," I pointed out.

"Oi meant somethin' stronger," he added, with a meaningful look.

"Do I look like I carry a jug of liquor in my Elfintory?" I snapped.

"What self-respectin' elf DOESN'T?" Estvan retorted. "Unlimber yer flask, ye mullygrubbin spalpeen, an pour yer auld Ooncle Estvan a dram. Tis a small proice to pay fer me to reveal the One Weird Trick which elves in Eire are usin' ta foil the temporal slip, as well as the obscure rule the Duchess doesn't want ye to know about, at all at all."

"Sorry, no."

"Well of all the stingy blatherskytes," Estvan grumbled. "Foine, foine, oi'd settle fer access to the Scroyin' Tower so as to search fer me woife an' son, as well as the library o' magickal tomes attached to it. Sure an there IS a library, isn't there?"

"There are some books," I admitted.

"Well then, sure an oi'm sellin' meself short, but just you let me read those books an' use the Tower, an ye've got yerself a deal."

"I guess that sounds reasonable," I mused, despite a gnawing suspicion.

"Roight then, let the learnin' commence."

"Hold on," Sam interrupted. "Training Adler first I was. Wait your turn you must."

"Whisht!" Estvan remarked. "Ye can teach the lad yer vulgar Lengra-Cha fisticuffs any toime. Sure an it's the foine elfly arts o' magick oi'll be readin - er, teachin' him. Tis far more important, crucial, an dare oi say, toimely fer him to learn immediately, bedad. Yer choppin an kickin japes can wait."

Sam scowled and tightened his grip on his staff.

Before the two foxes' debate could proceed, they were interrupted by a timid voice from behind one of the menhirs:

"What is this place?" it said. "Who are you?"

#furry #elves #story #adventure #plot #cartoon #tboay

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Gotham s5ep9 “The Trial of Jim Gordon” Personal Review

“Well, I did not see that coming” Warning NO spoilers below, why am I so late with this ..

“Gotham has a chance to be born anew. To return to what it was before people ripped down the trees and paved over the earth. He's trying to reunify with the mainland to save all these people. A return to filth. Pollution. He's fighting for death, while I promise life in its purest form.” “The plants will adapt; they always do.” So IVY PEPPER is the big bad in this episode she wants to get rid of Gotham people and one of the first steps is getting rid of Jim Gordon. But in the end she´s gone and forgotten about, you´d think there would at least be some tiny reference. Honestly I think I could really dig misanthropic Ivy (is there some plant based black metal .. hmmm ) but I don´t think they built this up well enough, that they just give her these ridiculous powers and send her out to try to kill a lot of people and now all people, and then just have that fade into nothing basically doesn´t help the case. Ugh. Also Ivy leaves Selina with that gang guy she already fought against and they repeatedly mention their history despite the guy being also under the influence of Ivy. Which is odd because .. first of all, if the history with Selina is important he should be there without being drugged. Also if his history with Selina is not important she could have just picked anyone else and probably would have had a better chance because as we all know SELINA KYLE already had a field trip with him. So why would he be a threat now? (I mean unless you count some the presence of my dame made me win the jousting effect, which is a thing but not in gotham) Well the whole plot is Ivy gets Jim shot by Zsasz. Okay so this is stressing me out, I thought I came here for a crazy dream trip but Lee´s voice is haunting me. Can just everyone be alive n happy, pls. Hm I don´t quite know what to make of this trial, probably because there really isn´t anything about it .. and I think most meta in this fandom did a better job plenty times already. Nevertheless, he´s his own prosecution and nice, also is this his theatre stage voice? Before Ivy´s interruption the whole think started with JIM GORDON lamenting how the gangs get more aggressive and that they need at least a temporary CEASE FIRE to get their reunification and save lives. Oswald Cobblepot provided the venue for this and Barbara was present as well. But that does not matter too much. Big theme this week: RESPONSIBILITY And for fucks sake, the JIM GORDON trial just beats the same crap again that I´ve been annoyed with for forever. “I did my best. Your best never seems good enough.” “Therefore we pose one simple question: Are the people in Jim Gordon's life better off with him alive or dead?” I mean Jim did Lee dirty that’s a valid point but she´s not the only one and most of the trial bulk is about Jim just not being able to save people. People being mad they trusted him looking for safety. And I´m gonna try to just sum up the whole rant in short: If some pyromaniac sets a fire and the firefighters can´t extinguish it quickly enough it´s still not the firefighters to blame I´m so tired of this nonsense. Also we have a hint of the same nonsense with BRUCE WAYNE: He´s thinking that he is responsible for Ra´s and Galavan but again, see above. Or in other words: What Selina Kyle said. She hit the nail on the head with: “Jeremiah blew up your house”. There really isn´t anything to add. “And I know that a lot of people lost a lot more, but part of me wonders if it wasn't fate.” “It wasn't. It was Jeremiah blowing up your house.” Maybe it's time to move on. (…) And how many terrible things have happened to it because of me? Galavan. Ra's al Ghul. If this city really is my home, then maybe the best thing I can do for it is leave.” VICTOR ZSASZ oh Victor .. Victor in love is a delight, Victor in anything is a delight * So first of all he gets rough with ALFRED again, okay the other way round but, idc, it was too short * Also they just like repeating things .. I´m here for Gordon only Gordon we´ve had this but tbh I´ll take it again and again. “Okey-dokey. Time to boogie. Hey! I'm only here for Gordon. So all of you stay down. 'Cause I see anyone and, you know bang.” “Oi, oi! Now, I heard you were looking for Jim Gordon.” “Uh-huh.” * So technically, with Bruce doing “IvyLingo” the William Shakespeare Romeo and Juliet quote could have been just Ivy´s influence but Zsasz reading Shakespeare is just right as roses as well, //gotham language// “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. You know, I'm really taking the time to stop and smell the roses these days.” * More is this IvyInfluence of is this something coming out of the drugged person. The name thing was such a childish take on being in love and I feel like there´s meta in this about IVY PEPPER and her age ups, or maybe not fully age ups (but I´d still like to believe it wasn´t just body age ups but brain chemistry n stuff too but still experience is another factor) but, buut instead of thinking about any implications of that I´m just gonna find Zsasz adorable “Uh, I'm technically not allowed to say it. Her name. Which is such a bummer, because it's the most beautiful name in the world.” “You watch him.” I could say it all day. Hey, I will say it all day. Ivy. Ivy Pepper. Mrs. Ivy Pepper Zsasz. Oh, that sounds good.” * “Don't worry, though. I'm just a distraction so she can finish off Jim once and for all. You know, that's how great couples work. Maybe I shouldn't have told you that. Oh, well.” Okay so Zsasz ~is~ a damn chatterbox and can´t keep his mouth shut. // On a side note. I think I went into this a bit in a fanfic and this is imho such unused potential even with Ivy 2.0. Zsasz conditioned Butch to follow orders, Ivy just does it with a little whiff of a scent. I believe Zsasz would be SO intrigued by this, like not only for doing good work professional reasons but how fascinating would this be, he´d sure want know its limits, he´d certainly would want to know how far this perfume actually could push a person, skin themselves alive? // // On another side note: Zsasz was so close to spilling the name and he sure spilled the distraction plan which is so totally unbelievable dumb, which is why I´m wondering if 1.) Ivy would have needed to give better instructions 2.) Zsasz got some slight resistance gene to the perfume or 2.) if InLoveZsasz is just such a tremendous idiot .. // * “Alvarez makes a hell of a Mai Thai. I can barely feel my face.” Oh I want one of those, wait no make that two. Also someone make two or more fics involving Zsasz, Alvarez and cocktails. Please. * “I can tell you one thing. I am sick and tired of getting shot at in my own precinct.” It was about time someone said it, thanks Harvey Bullock. * “I'm sorry. Did you just say "People. Ugh"? “Lucius, what if I were to tell you I have in my possession the most intoxicating perfume you'll ever smell?” “I would tell you that's an abrupt change of topic. Can we go back to the part where you said "People. Ugh"? “ Okay that´s the only sensible and appropriate reaction anyone in this city ever had. LUCIUS FOX is the real freak on this show, cause he got his shit together. And his Ivy love grin is adorable. * “We're perfectly bonded, like carbon and oxygen or hydrogen and oxygen “ “We do not have time for this.” Lucius Fox and Selina Kyle being awesome. * SELINA KYLE and BRUCE WAYN being on the same “maybe” page was sweet. Also her being mindful of her claws and not touching his cheek during the kiss. “If I didn't know any better, I'd say this was a date.” “Maybe it is.” “That okay with you?” “Maybe.” * Another repeat thing and another piece on the BARBARA KEAN turning into OSWALD COBBLEPOT list is her poisoning the gang leaders with alcohol. Oswald did it with Cannoli and well he killed them for good but it counts. * Also if the show had just put them side to side earlier, it could have been so good, soo good. * Also HA! I knew it. I mean my first impulse was to be like, wtf, why is everyone and their aunt trying to get on such good graces with Jim suddenly, why is Jim Gordon the key to survival now? Oswald and Barbara sure both did their fare share of courting Jim. And I did use this word on purpose because as Oswald later calls it, Barbara´s motive was not just strategical and political it was also motivated by her love for Jim Gordon. Which clearly and totally also means: Gobblepot. It´s just a logical extension if you follow the parallels. Oswald´s actions too were about liking Jim. And if that doesn´t convince you enough he has had that quip about Barbara knowing all about keeping Gordon happy. He sure would do the same, if Jim let him. That was all jealousy talking. * “If we're really going to leave Gotham, we need to keep Gordon happy. You know all about that, don't you?” * “What exactly are you doing? I'm trying to keep this city from ripping itself apart.” “So this has nothing to do with your feelings for Jim?” “What if Ed fails, and we are stuck here? This will put us in Gordon's good graces. Consider it a backup plan.” * “Controlling the gangs was not a backup plan. You saw a chance to convince James Gordon that you had changed. But he will never see you as anything but a dangerous woman keeping his child from him.” * “Ms. Kean, this may come as a surprise, but building a submarine from scratch by yourself takes time.” Didn´t I say so .. this still stresses me out though, building a whole submarine from scratch, how even * “I don't know what's going on inside that man's head sometimes.” “I think you'll find that he needs you a lot more than he's letting on.” Well, I need to hear it from him.” Well and there she goes, hearing it right after Jim woke up. LESLIE THOMKINS stays at home while Jim goes out and hunts. She´s not happy at first but then comes to terms with it I guess, Jim has this line about what else should he do not being him anymore. Well idk. Leslie doesn´t seem to be quite herself either. She went out as well, ran a fight club n stuff .. * “I never thought that this was how my life was going to be. I have no interest in being a father myself. I always presumed that I was unfit to be one.” Well, honestly I don´t think ALFRES PENNYWORTH can be considered fit to raise a child. What was nice this week was that he talked to Lee and offered his own insight about parenting without being a blood relative. That was a kind and considerate touch. * I have to look up which episode it was where Jim Gordon woke up to Edward Nymga and Oswald Cobblepot singing because wow that must have left a lasting impression if this visual turns up again * Edit: I didn’t really notice until I made gifs but Barbara´s “See, those drinks I just gave you they're poisoned. And you had two shots before everyone got here. So that should be taking effect around PAUSE now the rest of you have 48 hours before you'll need the antidote” line was so well structured. Like the now doubles as a 1) you´ll die like now and as a 2) so ~now~ that we got that out of the way let´s get to the real business .. and I love it //Gotham language //

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