#one of jester and questions teammates

[perreqult]

THE ‘COUGAR TYPE’ ✶ will smith

summary: will shoots his shot with an older woman (fork found in kitchen)

word count: 1.6k

contains: drinking, swearing, cougars (me core), think that’s it

notes: written by a ‘cougar in progress’ ™. also this is unedited so don’t expect this to be good at ALL.

“Who are you staring at?” Macklin asks, searching around to find who Will’s gaze landed on. He spots you, sipping a coors light, leaning up against a wall with your friends.

“Oh God.” He mumbles, knowing exactly what Wills thinking. “Are you seriously going to go try and flirt with her?” Macklin teases, looking over to Will and laughing, placing his hand on Will’s shoulder. Will’s face flushes and pushing Macklin’s arm right off of him.

“Fuck off.” Will tells him, rolling his eyes. “You do know she’s probably just gonna tell you ‘No.’ as soon as you walk over there, right?” Macklin says, teasing him and placing his arm on him once more.

“You..You don’t know that!” He says, probably louder than he should’ve because a few people around them turn their heads for a moment.

“Okay. Sure, go shoot your shot.” Macklin jokes to him, lifting his hands up and sighs. “It’s gonna be really funny when she immediately turns you down.” Will continues to roll his eyes with every word out of Macklin’s mouth.

“Wait! I need to go get Ekky, he’ll be laughing his ass off.” He runs off, bringing his other teammate back to where Will is standing, pondering thoughts.

“Macklin, what?” Eklund says through slurred words, as Macklin clearly didn’t tell him the reason to be brought over here. “Will wants to go hit on this girl. He seriously thinks he’s got a chance.” He tell him through giggles.

“Ok, number one; don’t point at people, that’s rude, number two; who cares?” Eklund sighs out, lecturing Macklin like he’s his mother.

“Okay, but even you know he doesn’t have a chance!” He says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Who are we even talking out?” Eklund asks, looking around.

Macklin points over to you and Eklund just laughs. “Oh yeah, Macklin’s right.” He tells Will, patting him on the back.

“What?” Will practically jumps up, breaking his silence, “How do you know?” He asks, worry covering his face. “I met her a while ago, her sister does social media stuff for the team.” He says, answering his question.

“She’s older than you—” Eklund says, trying to continue but being cut off. “Okay? That doesn’t matter.” Will says defensively. “Yeah, I don’t think she’s the cougar type is all.” He replies, backing up and throwing his hands up. Macklin is having a ball as he’s laughing in the most obnoxious way he could.

“Okay I don’t really care what you guys say. Fuck off.” He sighs and pouts and pushes his drink into Macklin’s chest and makes his way over to you.

The last thing you remember is your friends making a stupid joke about some stupid movie that came out recently, disassociating from the conversation completely. You snap back into reality when you hear what sounds like a 17 year olds voice.

“Uh, hey.” Are the words that draw your attention as you look over. It’s a kid. Looks—what, 18? not this shit again. “Hey.” You give a dry response and you can see the light in his eyes practically disappear.

“Trash ass party, huh?” Hey jokes nervously, trying to save his terrible introduction. “Yeah, why are you here? You’re not dressed like a frat boy but you have the look of one.” You joke to him and jester to his outfit which isn’t the typical frat attire.

“Yeah I uhh.. I get that a lot.” He says, continuing your joke. Just by the way he acts you can tell he doesn’t get told that a lot, but he’s clearly trying to save your awkward conversation.

“So what’re you? 18? Or do you just look like a child?” You ask. He gets flustered and looks down like he’s embarrassed before he says anything. “Oh, no.. um I’m actually 20.” You seriously don’t believe him.

“Are you joking?” You laugh out. “What? No. I really am.” He sputters out, embarrassed. “Uh I have my license I’m not lying.” He tells you, fishing into his pocket and pulling out his wallet and license.

Sure enough, “WILLIAM SMITH— 3/17/2005– EYES: BLUE— HGT- 6’-0–”You’d stopped reading at that point, not caring all too much about his address.

“Your name is Will Smith?” You ask, looking up at him. “Yeah. More common of a name than you’d think.” He jokes with a nervous chuckle. He does seem genuine but you can’t help but laugh.

“That must be inconvenient.” You tease, giggling through your words. He blushes as he lets out a flustered laugh.

“Now that you’ve interrogated me about my age, think I could learn yours?” He asks, trying to be smooth but seeming like anything but that with his beet red face.

You tell him your age, name, where your from, basically everything that is included in a conversation. You do happen to notice—what look to be— his friends staring over at you.

“Those your friends?” You ask, gesturing your hand towards a brunette laughing his ass off and someone familiar— maybe you met him through your sister or something— laughing along with him.

Will whips his head back and you can’t tell he wants to rip his hair out when he sees them. “Oh.. um, yeah. They’re my friends but they act sorta weird sometimes— I’m sorry.” He says, embarrassed.

“Why don’t you bring ‘em over here? That brown haired one seems wasted. I’m dying to meet him.” You say, looking over at them both belly laughing.

“Oh, oh ok.” He tells you before darting off to go bring them over to where you’re standing. You can see him grumble something into the brunettes ear looking pretty serious.

“So um.. this is Macklin” He nudges the brunette one. “And this is Will but we just call him Ekky.” You chuckle. “Yeah, I know him. At least i think I do— ‘looks pretty familiar.”

There’s an awkward setting of silence before Macklin soon breaks it.

“So are you like a cougar or what?” Macklin asks you drunkenly, slurring it all together. Will gets even more red—if that were even possible— and elbows Macklin in the stomach. “Ekky” just laughs, spurring out some of the drink he was sipping on.

“Oh wow, that was bold.” You joke to him, acting fake surprised. He quickly replies, “Well are you?” He asks before taking another sip of his drink, probably his second or third by the way he’s acting.

“From time to time.” You answer, looking over to Will as you say it. Macklin and Eklund look like they’re trying to resist the urge to burst out into laughter when they see Will’s nervous expression.

“Macklin how about you.. go sit down or something?” He tells him, clearly just wanting him out of there. He looks like he’s about to protest but walks away slowly, rolling his eyes.

“I, will go watch him.” Eklund slurs out, pointing to Macklin, who’s stumbling around the room, confused and dazed.

“Yeah, when I said they were weird I wasn’t really lying.” Will tells you, looking back at them, Macklin waving goodbye to you.

“I mean they’re definitely funny.” You giggle out, waving back at Macklin before Eklund smacks his hand down and drags him to a couch.

“You’re pretty funny too, kid.” You point out before finishing your drink, reaching your arm around to discard it on the table behind you.

He practically explodes hearing this but try’s to keep his composure, he fails terribly, a flustered grin spreading across his face. “Cute, too” You continue, smiling at him.

Will intended to say something but the words were stuck in his throat. When he finally musters up something it’s something stupid, “Oh.. um, thanks.” He wants to die. A hot girl that thinks he’s funny just said he’s cute and that was all he could say? He squints his eyes out of embarrassment.

“This party’s lame. I’m heading home.” You say plainly, yawning, patting down your pants to make sure you had your phone.

“Oh.” He says, disappointed, trying to hide it but yet again, failing miserably.

“It’d be a little less lame if I left with your number.” You say, waiting for him to process what you just said. Just like you expected his eyes almost pop out of the sockets, and he fumbles with his pocket before pulling out his phone.

“Uh here.” He tells you as you two exchange phones, saving eachother’s contacts. “Um.. thanks.” He sputters out. He thinks that was even worse than his response to when you called him cute.

“I’ll see you around sometime, kid. Don’t let my number go to waste.” You tell him, bidding him goodbye as you walk out with your friends. He just waves, too nervous to say anything back.

“That was an all star level performance, Smitty. Didn’t know you had that in ya.” Eklund says, leaning over his shoulder behind him. “He barely even said anything!” Macklin replies, wrapping his arm around Will’s shoulder, teasing him.

“Shut up.” He just says, tired and heart still beating out of his chest, removing Macklin’s arms from his shoulder and gently shoving Ekland off of him.

12:17 PM — next day

Do you think you’d let a kid take you out on a date?

↳ is he a cute guy with blue eyes and blond curls? if so sign me up

[lethalcccc]

10 P.M.

Two Hours until Automated Take-Off.

He stared at Soul’s dead body from the hall, his hands shaking at his side, his eyes unable to look away from his teammate's bloodied, unmoving corpse. He took a deep breath in, trying not to cry as he approached the lifeless red and black suit, pocketing the brush he had picked up in a different room, the only thing he’d found so far. And he didn’t notice anything next to Soul’s body, either from one or two things. A hoarding bug, or he had just simply not found anything, although that’s not what Heart was worried about now. 

He gently lifted the lifeless body, looking around. Nothing seemed to pop out at him that could’ve been the perpetrator, the cause of his teammates death. He couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing. He let out a shaky breath, trying to make his way to the fire exit he knew was somewhere around. He had passed it earlier, he knew that. But he couldn’t remember exactly where.

Mind had only opted to stay in the ship as it was the last day on a bigger quota, and if all three of them died, they would lose all of the loot in the ship, and Soul didn’t want to take the role of staying in the ship this time. He was typically placed there in a type of “time out” in the ship, as outside he’d normally throw himself at danger and try his best to die. Although nothing really stopped him, because the man has a concerningly strong will to die. A determination, if you will. A beep came from the item lodged at his hip. Mind’s voice came through, crackled and slightly annoyed. 

[Soul? Did Heart die again?]

Heart propped the body in his hands up against his knee, grabbing the walkie talkie.

(Nope... it’s me.) He noticed how his breath shook. He had to pause to breathe and try not to cry on radio- that would be embarrassing. (I, uh...Soul’s dead, yeah.) 

[Oh. I’m surprised it’s not you.] Then, quietly added- [...this is why both of you shouldn’t go inside. Soul should’ve stayed at the ship again.]

Heart gulped slightly. The silence after the message seemed so loud, seemed to make his head hurt. He continued walking, his boots making the floor underneath him shake and thump against the metal grate flooring. He cursed quietly under his breath, walking into a room he definitely didn’t remember- he was lost. He continued walking around, stumbling and trying to find his way while carrying a dead body. He knew he had to rush, but he couldn’t exactly run with this dead weight in his hands. It was a miracle he could even carry it- Heart was not known for his strength.

[Are you lost?]

He cringed slightly. He would not need Mind’s help, he told himself. He did not need help. He could find his way by himself, because it had to be somewhere. The building couldn’t be infinite, right? It had to loop back somewhere. Somewhere, hopefully, near. He ignored the question, trying to avoid the vulnerability of asking for help in general- especially from Mind, who seemed to figure out that he needed help pretty quickly, and started to give him directions that ended up frustrating him even more. He didn’t need it, he was fine.

[It’s just up ahead. Keep going straight. Wait-]

Heart practically had a heart attack- pun intended -when he noticed a pink and purple box with human-like fleshy feet and one arm approaching him. It stood there, blocking his way, right in the doorway that he needed to go through. He stumbled backwards slightly, watching the jester stand still, as if deciding what to do. He put Soul down, yanking the walkie talkie out of its slot on his belt, his grip on the item almost causing it to be thrown against the wall.

(Shit, Mind- it’s a jester. I-I...I can’t get through.)

A quiet curse came through. 

[Okay. Alright.] He paused. [Breathe. Let’s just go around. Leave Soul's body there- it’ll be fine, he’s just dead weight.]

Heart let out a nervous chuckle, the joke making him feel slightly better. He turned around into the darkness, glancing back at the jester every few seconds although he knew that it was passive...for now. He listened intently to Mind's directions, only really complying this time because he did not wanna die, although he didn’t have hope. Left, left, right, there’s a red dot behind him, keep going, left, right. He froze in place when he heard distant, quiet music, finding it harder to breathe as the almost soothing nursery melody entered his ears, processing what was happening. What was about to happen.

[Heart?]

(Mind, it’s fucking cranking- where’s the fucking exit, please, now-)

Mind gulped, his fingers tapping away at the keys on the terminal. 

(Mind? M-Mind?)

He cleared his throat, talking into the walkie.

[Listen to me and listen carefully. You need to backtrack- the jester moved away from in front of the door. I don’t have sight on it now, but it’s no longer in the way. 180, then it’s left, right, left, right and right. I need to go silent because there are dogs nearby.] He frantically whispered into the walkie, his leaden eyes tracking the red dots doing circles around the ship on the monitor in front of him. [Do you need me to repeat?]

(Left, right, left, right and-)

[And right.] He nodded, the act purely for reassuring himself. [Good luck.]

(Thanks..?)

[You will need it.]

He turned the walkie off, the beep echoing through his ears. He climbed under the desk, squating and watching the door directly opposite of him. It was late, and all he could see was shadows walking, and he could hear the eyeless dogs growling and snarling. He could also smell their putrid, disgusting smell, and he covered his nose. He slowed his breathing as he heard something approaching, trying to minimize how much noise he was making while he waited for Heart to return, although he didn’t have his hopes up about that either.

[baileypie-writes]

Do you still write for Joker?

cause to this day, I always wanted a joker x evil Precure readers

Basically, a reader, who once was a pretty cure, but turned to the dark side or betrayed the precure out of spite and hatred for them, head cannon or one shot just I really need it please

A/N ~ Yep, I still write for Joker! I love this idea. I went way overboard with this haha. Hope you enjoy!

~Bad Ending~

Joker x Evil!FormerPrecure!Reader

Fandom: Smile Pretty Cure!

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral, Pretty Cure to villain

Relationship: Romantic(they don’t officially get together, but they’re feelings are mutual)

Genre: Angst?(for the Pretty Cure anyway)

Word Count: 824

Synopsis: You finally decided to betray your team, and join Joker in the Bad End Kingdom.

Warnings: Betrayal, Joker being pretty touchy, probably cringe

~Masterlists~

~Smile Pretty Cure! Masterlist~

‼️Glitter Force stans DNI‼️

You stood before your bookshelf, countless thoughts racing through your mind. To anyone else, it was just a bookshelf. But you knew where it could take you, so long as you knew the code. The code you were about to enter to travel to the Magical Library.

Your hands shook as you clutched the envelope. Though, it wasn’t out of fear, but excitement. That envelope stored a very important letter. Specifically, a resignation letter for the Pretty Cure.

~~~~

For so long, you’ve dealt with your younger teammates. They’re overly happy, loud, annoying, and set on giving the world a good ending. But you were always more into stories with bad endings. So while you were a Pretty Cure like them, it felt wrong to fight for something that wasn’t your taste.

Though, that wasn’t the only thing that drew you away from them. A man on the opposite side of the battlefield intrigued you. Joker, a jester from the Bad End Kingdom instantly struck a cord with you. He made you laugh, and his attitude was something you loved.

He seemed to know you didn’t belong with the Pretty Cure from the start. Any time you’d talk face to face, he treated you differently than with the others. Instead of taunting you, he questioned you. Well, more like he made you question yourself.

He’d always ask if you were sure you fit in with your friends. He also asked if you even saw them as friends at all. These, along with countless other questions, made you think about your position. It also didn’t help that he’d constantly flirt with you, making you fall for him. That drew you even further from your team, and closer to Joker’s side.

Eventually, you got fed up with being with the wrong group. So, you wrote a long, detailed letter, explaining your resignation. You knew if you told them in person, they’d try everything to stop you. Not wanting to deal with that was the reason for writing your thoughts on paper instead.

With your decision made, it was time to take action.

~~~~

With the letter delivered, there was only one thing left to do. And that was to join the others in Bad End Kingdom. You figured that they always found you one way or another, so all you had to do was wait. So that you did.

It was a chilly night. You regretted wearing such a thin jacket— the proof being your uncontrollable shivering. Hugging your arms tightly, you wished that they’d hurry up already.

Just then, the bulb of every street lamp surrounding you went out with loud shatters. A familiar chuckle sounded from above you, sending a shiver of excitement— and a bit of nervousness— down your spine.

“Well, what do we have here?” The devious voice of Joker asked himself out loud.

“What does it look like?” You quickly snapped back— the sass thick in your voice.

“Aw, no need to be so hostile (cure name).” He levitated down until his pointed shoes touched the ground.

“I don’t go by that name anymore. I left the Pretty Cure.” You said, not realizing how much you’ve wanted to say that.

Joker’s smirk widened. “Oh, really? And how do I know you’re not bluffing?”

“You already know I’m not.”

He hummed— taking a few steps closer to you. “Does this mean what I think it does?”

You nodded— heart skipping a beat as you did.

Suddenly, your Smile Pact floated out of its holder, and into the slender hand of the jester in front of you.

“Then, I suppose you won’t be needing this.”

“Actually,” You replied. “I was thinking you could do something to it. Seems a waste to just get rid of it.”

He chuckled, reaching his free hand out to hold your face— his thumb pressing against your chin. “I like the way you think. You’re going to fit in just fine.”

“(name)!” Panicked voices called out, followed by the increasing volume of footsteps.

Just as you thought, it was your former teammates. Miyuki gripped the letter in your hands. You didn’t expect them to find and read it that quickly.

“What’s going on?” Nao spoke up, her voice showing so many emotions that you couldn’t comprehend exactly how she was feeling. “What’s he doing here?” She pointed to Joker.

Instead of moving away from you, he pulled you closer. Your face pressed against his chest, and his arm wrapped around you in a hug of sorts. “This darling has decided to join me and the others of Bad End Kingdom. Aren’t they a sweetheart? I just know they’ll do splendidly in working to revive Pierrot.”

“I just can’t believe it…” Yayoi said, eyes filled with tears. “I know what the letter said, but there’s no way it’s true!”

“I don’t care about what the letter said! I wanna hear from (name) directly!” Akane shouted angrily.

“Yes. Please (name), just talk to us. I’m sure we can sort things out.” Reika added calmly.

Slowly, you slipped out of Joker’s grasp— though grabbing hold of his hand as you did. “Everything I wrote in the letter is true. There’s nothing else to say, and there’s nothing you can do to change my mind. I’m leaving.” You made sure to show you and Joker’s intertwined hands— making sure they knew just how certain you were.

“No…” Miyuki breathed out— pure sadness and terror on her face.

“What’s wrong, Miyuki?” You smirked. “Not feeling ‘ultra-happy’ anymore?”

Your words made her eyes widen, and her jaw drop.

“Well, it seems they’ve made things crystal clear. Now that there’s no more confusion, we’ll be going now.” Joker said.

“Wait!” The girls made a desperate dash towards you, but they were too late. A flurry of cards enveloped the two of you— leaving nothing in your place when it cleared.

~~~~

When you opened your eyes, you were in a dark palace of sorts. You immediately assumed it was Bad End Kingdom.

“Welcome home, my dear.” Joker said— his grip on your hand tightening from pure joy. He then raised your hand to his lips, and placed a gentle kiss on it.

The lack of light in the place instantly made you feel relaxed. It was like you’ve already been living there for ages. It felt so different from the Pretty Cure’s base.

You didn’t feel a single bit of regret about what you just did. You finally felt like you belonged. And you couldn’t wait to bring the world a bad ending. With Joker, of course.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Taglist: @averytiredcatboi

~~baileypie-writes

[sunshine-overload]

[BSTS] Main Story S6CH1 'Our Hands Can't Reach Tomorrow' - Part 3

Part 2 - Final

Common Chapter 3

-starless hallway-

-zakuro standing close-

saki: (Uu… How did this happen…?)

zakuro: Averting your eyes and not giving a response is quite rude. Please answer my question. But before that, a word of advice. You should be more careful, your defences are too lax.

saki: I’m sorry, I was caught off guard…

zakuro: Either way I shall not let this chance slip me by. My apologies but I shall be taking advantage of it. Have you remembered anything yet? My little bird of destiny.

-flashback, rehearsal room-

saki: …What do you want from me?

zakuro: As I said, all I want is your memories. The memories sleeping deep within you that were wrapped up in a black cloth and forgotten.

-present, starless hallway-

zakuro: I cannot rely on anyone else but you regarding this matter. Please answer me, for the sake of this pitiful jester.

saki: So you're saying that it's something that I should know? The owner said something similar to me…

zakuro: Oh my oh my, now that is a name that I was not expecting to hear. And whatever was it that the Boss asked of you? It couldn't have been about the black cards, could it?

saki: Yes, it was. He said that I must have one and that I know how to access what’s on them.

Except, I have no idea what any of that means… From what you're saying though, I should know, right? Why do you want to know what it is that I’ve forgotten, Zakuro-san?

zakuro: Oop, and now I’m the one being questioned. However I cannot provide a response if you do not remember.

If you wish for something then you must also give something in return. A fair trade is most important when it comes to both information and compensation.

-qu appears-

qu: Hey, Zakuro. What are you doing blocking the hallway?

zakuro: What's this, what's this? My dear teammate has decided to make an appearance. And if it isn't Team P’s problem child as well.

menou: Problem child? Are you referring to me? I’m not so sure about that. I’d be a saint in comparison to you.

Though, I am curious what you two were talking about just now. A singer is necessary to perform on Starless’ stage, so if I were to give you something in return, would you continue to sing for me forever?

zakuro: Please forgive me. I already have my hands full pleasing our madman of a leader. I don't need another one giving me orders.

menou: Huh~? Working for me would be so much easier compared to Mokuren though. Well whatever, I already have Maica, Sinju and Rindou on Team P to sing for me. Rindou seems like he’s still holding himself back. I want him to cut the breaks already.

zakuro: Woah now, as expected of you Menou. What an insane statement to make.

qu: Give it a rest and back away from her already, Zakuro. You're being way too persistent.

zakuro: Oh my, excuse me. The little birdie here is so used to my closeness that she hadn't pushed me away. 

-he steps even closer to saki- 

zakuro: Please remember what it is that I desire from you. I beg of you, remember for both of our sakes.

–end

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SideA Chapter 4

-locker room-

ran: Heya Sinju, how is Team P doin’? Gettin’ worked to the bone?

sinju: I wouldn't say that. We're just diligently training and rehearsing. Wait, are you trying to pick on me, Ran?

ran: Ahaha oops, you saw right through me~ Ya I was just teasin’ ya. 

Don't ya think P is like a sports drama straight outta the showa era right now? I’ve always thought that the sports and idol genres would go together well!

sinju: I’m not exactly sure what you're trying to say, but I’m glad you seem to be having fun… I think?

ran: What's gonna happen to P from here on out? We were talkin’ about it the other day. Are ya gonna change your direction from bein’ sparkly idols? 

Oh and also, is Rindou ok? He’s still always wearin’ a smile, but it's like his resolve has changed.

sinju: His resolve–

-flashback, rehearsal room-

rindou: I want to create a new Team P.

-present, locker room-

ran: He’s got that ‘come any closer and I’ll cut you down!’ vibe to him. It's so cool, like the samurai Tange Sazen!

sinju: I’m seriously not following this conversation at all. But Rindou is fine. I’m the one who's at fault, I still don't know what it is that I want to do. I don't know what direction Rindou is planning to take with Team P.

ran: What? Ya seriously think that he seems ok? Y’know, before I came to Starless, I saw all sorts of broken people on the daily. And surprisingly, it's the ones that were closest to ‘em that understood them the least. 

Shouldn't you be treatin’ this a little more carefully? The same thing happened once before, right? Ya told me yourself, about that time Nekome did some kinda therapy thing.

sinju: You remembered that, Ran?

ran: Of course I’d remember! It was such a weird story. What was it again… 

Rindou hadn't been able to perform, so Nekome put a set of headphones or somethin’ on him? Rindou went all uwaahh! and collapsed, but despite that he took to the stage the next day like nothin’ had happened. 

Maybe ya should try give him that therapy again? Though I don't really understand the details.

sinju: Don't say that like it's so simple. There's no way I could tell Rindou to do that again. 

sinju: …….

–end

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SideA Chapter 5

-starless hallway-

qu: Are you on floor shift today, Yoshino?

yoshino: Yeah. I suppose you are too. Is something the matter?

qu: Team P don't have an understudy, so I was wondering if I should offer to lend them some support.

yoshino: Ah… Is this about Rindou? I understand why you’d be concerned but… It's a difficult situation.

The current Team P is different from the one that we used to be members of. They all have their own challenges that they need to overcome themselves.

So I’m not sure how much help we’d be, since we only know about how P used to be.

qu: I know that, but still.

yoshino: Qu, a lot of time has passed since we transferred from Team P. I get that seeing Rindou like this is reminiscent of how he was when P was first created. But the current Team P has their own way of doing things, if we try to intervene we’d just be a disruption.

qu: You think so?

-sinju appears further down the hall-

yoshino: It's not like anyone from P has directly asked you for help, right?

sinju: What's this? What are we talking about?

yoshino: Woah, Sinju! That surprised me.

sinju: Were you talking about Team P? …Was it something I shouldn't have overheard?

yoshino: You mean something we want to keep a secret from you? That may be true.

sinju: Huh? Seriously? I’m so curious~ But I can't ask!

yoshino: It's a secret but I can let you in on it if you want.

qu: Yoshino.

yoshino: We were just talking about how Team P are really giving it their all. Weren't we, Qu?

sinju: Really? Aw, thanks! I’ve been worried about whether or not I’ve been doing well, so I’m happy to hear it.

yoshino: So are things going well on P? You seem to be trialing a lot of different things.

sinju: Yeah, we’ve been doing things a little differently compared to before. As to whether or not it's going well I’d say…

sinju: ……. (frowns)

qu: Is it like that time at the previous Starless?

sinju: Ah, you might be right. Did somebody say that to you?

qu: No, it's just the feeling that I got. A lot happened back then, so I might just be overthinking it. Sorry, Sinju.

sinju: No, don't worry about it. I’m sorry too. I was wondering if I should discuss it with Nekome.

yoshino: Why Nekome? Oh right, of the current P members, only Nekome was also a standard member back then. But, this is Nekome we're talking about here. I wouldn't expect too much from him.

sinju: Yoshino.

yoshino: If you need to talk we’re willing to hear you out too. Right, Qu?

qu: Of course. The offer is always on the table, Sinju. We were all founding members of P after all.

sinju: Yoshino, Qu… Thank you. If I need anything I’ll let you know.

yoshino: He may not be very reliable but I think you should still discuss it with Nekome too.

sinju: Ahaha, yeah. I’ll try talking with him.

–end

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SideB Chapter 4

-locker room-

nekome: Rindou, you took your time getting here today~ I thought you’d arrive earlier.

rindou: That's because I had to stop by the government office first. I still got here on time though.

nekome: Yeah, the others should be arriving soon too, but before that I wanted to talk to you, so I’ve been waiting.

rindou: Sure, we can talk after rehearsal.

nekome: Could we talk now instead? It won't take long.

rindou: …Ok. What is it?

nekome: Say, Rindou. You're taking to the stage at the moment, but is it really sustainable? This has happened in the past, remember, that period of time when you couldn't bring yourself to perform.

rindou: I was wondering what you were going to say… I’m standing on the stage just fine though. This is different from back then.

nekome: But still, it feels as though you're pushing yourself. So wouldn't it be better to look after yourself with some treatment?

rindou: Treatment?

nekome: You don't remember? That treatment that I gave you back at the previous Starless.

rindou: Oh… That thing you called ‘simple therapy’...

nekome: Yeah. And it really was simple, wasn't it?

rindou: I think it was. To be honest I don't really remember the details. I’d rather not remember that period of time. I was in total disarray. So, I am at least somewhat grateful to you.

In the end it was thanks to whatever you gave me that I was able to stand on the stage comfortably again. However, this time I will have to refuse.

nekome: Are you sure?

rindou: I think that this is something that I need to overcome on my own. Thank you for your concern though. Also, if you can up the quality of your performance for me then I won't have any complaints.

nekome: So harsh!

rindou: Is that all then? Rehearsals will be starting soon, we need to get changed.

nekome: Got it. Just one last thing. Would you happen to have a black coloured card in your possession? A black card with nothing written on it.

rindou: Why do you know about that, Nekome…?

nekome: As long as you have it it's fine. I just wanted to make sure. With that I’m gonna go get changed~

-nekome leaves-

rindou: That black coloured card… If I remember correctly it was back when Starless caught on fire that I found it in my locker. Nekome was also found caught up in that fire the day he returned…

–end

-

SideB Chapter 5

-break room-

kasumi: What's this? Heath and Taiga? Now that's an unusual pair~

heath: We were talking about Team P’s show and how it's pretty amazing they've still been making adjustments to the show since it opened.

kasumi: Ah~ Yeah it does seem that way. Their whole team is made up of diligent members after all.

heath: Huh? But Nekome is with them, so it's not the whole team.

taiga: That's true.

kasumi: Well I’m sure Nekome can be diligent sometimes too~ …Probably.

heath: Seriously? Then compared to Hari, who would be more diligent?

kasumi: Hari of course. That's an unfair comparison no matter who the opponent is.

taiga: He took some kind of exam recently, didn't he? That fact alone makes him crazy diligent.

heath: I hate exams.

taiga: Agreed~ I don't see the point in taking one willingly.

kasumi: Some professions require you to take exams in order to gain the needed qualifications.

heath: Hm? Qualifications, huh~

taiga: He sure is amazing.

kasumi: You two could try to act at least a little interested. Passing the bar examination is pretty impressive.

taiga: Do you have any qualifications yourself? You seem like you’d have some unexpected skills. No wait, lemme try and guess. Uhh, what about a qualified cleaner?

kasumi: I suppose there are certification tests for things like building cleaning. I’ve never taken one before though.

heath: Do you have qualifications in managing people?

kasumi: Like human resources and general affairs? Oh, or a licensed social insurance consultant? Nope, I don't have any qualifications like that~

taiga: Huh, I thought you'd have at least something.

heath: I guess Kasumi is normal after all.

kasumi: I have my drivers license though. I even have a large vehicle license.

heath: Oh, that's pretty cool. That means you can drive trucks and things right?

taiga: That's awesome! Can you operate a forklift too?

kasumi: Yep, I have a forklift license too. They're essential for moving heavy objects.

heath: Do you use them at work?

kasumi: I haven't used one since coming to Starless. I’m basically only a license holder on paper. If I were to return to a job that uses one I’d have to take a short course beforehand to remember everything~

taiga: With the existence of short courses and exams this world really is a tough one.

kasumi: Ahaha, that's society for you.

–end

-

Common Chapter 4

-starless office-

unei: Nekome-san, should you really be here right before your show starts?

nekome: I heard Saki-chan was here so I wanted to greet her before the show. we’ll be heading right back don't worry.

saki: Thank you. But you didn't have to greet me, you should go and get ready for your show!

nekome: Aw come on, don't brush me off so easily~ I just wanted to have my heart warmed up before I stepped onto that awfully cold stage.

maica: Hmm, is that really the case? Then how about I set a fire to warm you up then?

rindou: While it is true that Saki-san is a special guest, I feel as though the way you dote on her has ulterior motives, Nekome.

nekome: N-no~~? It's not that way at all, I’m just, y’know?

unei: How come you suddenly can't speak properly?

rindou: My apologies, Saki-san. Nekome, you can't be bothering her like that. Keep it in moderation.

Maica, I’m going to go ahead and check the stage equipment before we start. I’ll leave him to you.

maica: Ah, sure. Go ahead.

-rindou leaves-

nekome: Hm? Is Maica going to scold me next then?

maica: (sigh) I’m not going to scold you, you're an adult too after all.

nekome: I kinda can't stand this tension anymore…

maica: You're the one who brought it on yourself, so you have to deal with the consequences. But still, quit half heartedly poking fun at things. Rindou won't play along, his responses have been really cold and it’ll only make the mood even more stifling. 

nekome: So it's ok if I poke fun wholeheartedly then?

maica: If you want to get punched, sure.

nekome: Ah. No thanks.

saki: Um, what are you talking about?

maica: Hm? Oh, it's nothing. It's P’s problem to deal with. Rindou’s just been fully absorbed in the stage, that's all. To the extent that he's been discussing things with the team less…

nekome: Or to put it frankly he hasn't been talking to us any more than he needs to. He doesn't talk about anything other than the stage. Though he is still friendly about it.

unei: Aren't Team C and K the same way? B is the only team where I get the impression that they're a big group of friends.

nekome: That may be true but he could crack a joke every now and then. The moment he opens his mouth it's just stage this, show that. It gets dull, y’know?

maica: And that's why you keep cracking jokes only for Rindou to ignore them and make the mood freeze over even more?

nekome: I was only trying to warm things up.

maica: Well it didn't work.

unei: Being ignored by Rindou-san sounds like it'd be terrifying. If I got brushed off whilst he was still wearing a smile I think I’d be sad. The reviews for your show have been really good though. They're praising that it's a heart wrenching tragedy.

maica: A heart wrenching tragedy? Where on earth is that interpretation coming from?

nekome: Since Rindou is concentrating on the show the quality of his performance is scarily high. I’m worried as to whether or not he can keep going like this.

saki: (I wonder if Rindou-san is ok…)

–end

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SideA Chapter 6

-park, day-

nekome: Sorry for the wait, Sinju~ What is it that you wanted to talk about? I’m a little nervous since you said we couldn't talk at Starless.

sinju: Nekome. Do you remember how I used to always try and avoid you? Back at the old Starless building.

nekome: Ahh, yeah I remember that. It was like you suddenly couldn't stand being around me anymore. We spoke about how it was just a misunderstanding though didn't we?

sinju: Yeah, but I didn't tell you the reason for why I acted that way.

nekome: That's cause you didn't look like you wanted to elaborate. I don't mind either way, things are fine between us now after all. Unless you want to explain?

sinju: Yeah, I do. You see, I saw what you did. Back then when Rindou was struggling to stand on the stage.

nekome: (surprised)

-flashback, old starless back rooms-

sinju: (That was a close one, I’m so glad I found my house key here in the store. That could’ve been real bad if I’d dropped it on the street somewhere… Hm? Is someone else here?)

-sinju peeks into the storage room-

nekome: Well, I guess you could say it’s a simple type of therapy?

rindou: Sorry Nekome, I’ve even made you concerned about me…

nekome: No worries, to make sure Team P’s on the right track, you’re necessary no matter what, Rindou.

nekome: (on computer or something) Ok, the card’s all set up, how about you?

rindou: I’m fine.

sinju: (Nekome and… Rindou? I wonder what they’re doing… he said something about therapy.)

nekome: Here we go, put these headphones on now.

rindou: Ok.

nekome: Okay, concentrate real hard on the sound that’s gonna come from the headphones, I’ll start it now.

sinju: (I wonder what they could be talking about, a new show maybe? I wish I could listen in too but I’m just the understudy…)

-rindou jolts in pain-

rindou: Guh— graaahhhh!

sinju: !?

nekome: …Hm?

sinju: (What was that? What, what happened? Nekome noticed me, shit, I need to run…!)

-present, park, day-

nekome: Huh, so that had been you, Sinju. I thought I’d just imagined hearing someone.

sinju: …….

nekome: So after seeing that you were afraid of me.

sinju: After you did that, Rindou stopped being so unstable and settled down. But on the flipside, I was the one who got scared and Rindou staggered our shifts because of it.

nekome: I just thought you wanted to avoid interacting with me. A lot was going on back then so I didn't really have time to let it concern me.

sinju: Not long after that, you disappeared.

nekome: Yeah. I’m sorry about that too.

sinju: Nekome. About that therapy, do you think you could do it once more?

nekome: Are you seriously suggesting that?

sinju: If Rindou needs it then…

nekome: I can't do it right now. Certain conditions need to be met and I don't have all the necessary equipment. Not to mention– I’ve already talked to Rindou about it and he said that he didn't need it.

sinju: If Rindou said that he's fine, then he must be, right?

nekome: Yeah, he's fine. He’s different from how he was back then, it was a long time ago after all.

sinju: Yeah. I’m sure he'll be fine. As long as we perform the show as best as we can, we'll be fine.

nekome: Yep, our show just keeps getting better and better. Let's keep doing our best until the closing show.

sinju: Thank you for hearing me out.

nekome: So… Does that therapy not freak you out anymore?

sinju: You just said it yourself, things are different compared to back then, it was a long time ago. I was scared at the time, that's true but…

I can remember it now, the fact that not being able to stand on the stage is what was causing Rindou to suffer the most. So, that's why I think that what you did back then was necessary to help Rindou.

–end

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SideB Chapter 6

-starless back rooms-

rindou: Taiga? What are you doing back here?

taiga: What, you ask? I’m just hanging out with laptop-chan. Sometimes we like to play here.

rindou: Hm, is that so?

taiga: Yeah, you don't look the least bit interested. Oh well, everyone has their own preferences. To be honest I’m running from Unei-kun. He’d catch me if I stayed in the office. 

That guy keeps casually asking me to format SD cards but then after I finish doing so he’s suddenly like ‘wait no I need that data!’. Ah~ It's so scary, I can't believe it sometimes. Those who can't handle technology are so difficult. 

I’m the most knowledgeable when it comes to machines here at Starless though so it's no wonder everybody has to rely on me~

rindou: …That's true actually.

taiga: Uwah, I said too much. Was I acting like an otaku? I totally was.

rindou: Say, Taiga. Could you lend me your abilities as well?

taiga: Huh? You have a favour to ask of me? Now that's a rare event.

rindou: I’d like for you to keep this a secret from Nekome, but could you analyse this card for me?

-rindou hands taiga his black card-

taiga: Huh, this card is completely black. What is it?

rindou: I don't know. It randomly appeared in my locker one day… I previously had Maica try to look into it but in the end nothing came of it. I’m still curious as to what it is though, so.

taiga: Hmm? This is surprising. And how come I need to keep it a secret from Nekome?

rindou: I’m not entirely sure myself. Nekome might not have anything to do with it, but I’d like to keep it a secret from him just in case.

taiga: Hmmm. Sure, I’ll give it a shot. It's not like Nekome and I talk much to begin with, so it's not like I need to report it to him. Is it ok if I borrow this card?

rindou: Yes, I don't mind. All I was doing with it was holding onto it. But make sure you don't lose it, if you can't find out anything about it please return it to me.

-flashback, haseyama’s hospital room-

suspicious man: It's not here…? You haven't hidden it have you?

doctor: Of course not, I’m telling the truth…! I checked his clothes, his bag, everything! There wasn't a black coloured card anywhere.

suspicious man: Shit. Just when I thought I was finally gonna be able to obtain a black card…

-present, starless back rooms-

taiga: Of course. I’ll be taking it off your hands for a few days then~ Just give me some time until the closing performance of your show.

rindou: Ok. I’ll be counting on you.

taiga: Do your best on the stage.

rindou: Of course. I will not compromise.

-rindou leaves-

taiga: Uegh, is it just me or did it suddenly get chilly in here? Rindou seems so on edge lately.

-takami appears-

takami: So this is where you were, Taiga. Running away again are you?

taiga: Running? Oh, you mean from Unei-kun? Yeah, I did. Just how many SD cards does that man have? Confirming what's on them, or telling me to format them whilst checking the data. Just where is he even getting these tasks from?

takami: The owner, I suppose.

taiga: Ah, there's no way he could refuse him then. However, I am refusing. I’m not doing it.

takami: Taiga, that card you have…

taiga: Ah, crap, I forgot to put it away. Oh well, you're not my brother. Rindou gave it to me, he wants me to analyse it for him.

takami: Rindou gave it to you?

taiga: He told me to keep it a secret from Nekome. So you should do the same. Anyways, I should go and get ready for my shift.

takami: A-ah, yeah sure.

-taiga leaves-

takami: A black card… Why would Rindou have one?

–end

-

Common Chapter 5

-outside starless, day-

-screen shakes-

saki: (What was that? Perhaps I’m not feeling too good…)

saki: Maybe I was just imagining things…

-starless lobby-

sinju: Oh, welcome, Saki-chan. I’m glad I was able to greet you, I’m happy to see you!

saki: Hello, Sinju-san. 

sinju: You look pale, are you ok? You should rest backstage for now. Aogiri, could you give me a hand? Saki-chan doesn't seem to be feeling well.

aogiri: Of course, I can assist.

-flashback, hallway-

aogiri: I knew that the chances of you remembering would be very low but— It would be helpful if you remembered. Don't worry, I’ll assist you.

-present, starless lobby-

saki: (Huh…? I think I really am feeling under the weather…)

aogiri: It's ok, there's no need to push yourself. I’ll escort you backstage. Let's go so the other customers don't notice.

-flashback, restaurant area-

aogiri: Speaking of, I was going to go and check what's happening behind the scenes. Would you like to come with me? Here, follow me quietly so the other customers don't notice.

-present, starless lobby-

-kokuyou quickly steps in front of aogiri-

kokuyou: Are you feeling dizzy? Does your head hurt? Or are you not even sure yourself…

gui: Kokuyou, Aogiri. I will take her.

aogiri: I’ll head backstage before you then, I’m about to be on break.

-aogiri leaves-

kongou: I’ll prepare you something hot to drink. I’ll leave the rest to you, Gui, Kokuyou.

-kongou leaves-

sinju: Kokuyou, I’ll also–

kokuyou: You have a show to perform, don't you? Don't forget.

sinju: Saki-chan…

saki: I’m ok. Do your best in the show, Sinju-san.

sinju: Ok, thank you. Don't overdo it either.

-sinju leaves-

gui: Let's go, Kokuyou.

kokuyou: I’ll join you later, you take Saki.

-black screen-

saki: (I feel so dizzy– It’s not going away…)

-time pass, starless office-

kongou: Ah, you're awake. How are you feeling?

gui: I think she's ok. I can tell by her scent.

saki: Yes, I’m feeling better. Sorry for worrying you all…

aogiri: Here is the hot lemonade Kongou made for you, would you like to drink it?

saki: (flinches) Ah, um… Yes, thank you.

kokuyou: Here I’ll pass it to her. Take it, Saki.

aogiri: It appears I surprised you, my apologies, Saki-san. Sorry for bothering you too, Kokuyou.

kokuyou: I don't care, but the hall is probably understaffed right now. You should return Aogiri. You too, Gui.

aogiri: Understood.

gui: I’m staying here.

kokuyou: Tch. Fine.

aogiri: I’ll be taking my leave then. Take care, Saki-san.

-aogiri leaves-

gui: Saki, Aogiri made you flinch.

kokuyou: Did that guy do something to you?

saki: No, at least I don't think so… 

-flashback, hallway-

aogiri: It would be helpful if you remembered. Don't worry, I’ll assist you.

-present, starless office-

saki: I don't really remember.

kokuyou: Is that so? Well for now just make sure you rest up.

saki: (I feel as though I’ve forgotten something…)

gui: P’s show has ended. I can hear the sound of applause.

kokuyou: Sounds like another great success. How praiseworthy.

–end

To Part 4

[just-the-girl-in-the-chair]

Blog Intro!

Hi! I'm Miracle (She/her. Mira for short. It's my codename don't @ me about it).

I'm a handler/manager for superheroes working for the Millennium City Hero Commission, mainly the support hero Witch but I sub in for others occasionally when needed. Basically I manage her logistics and routes and if necessary track down and rescue her or other things if the situation calls for it.

Recently I was thinking that despite many heroes and sidekicks (and some villains) having public social media accounts, I haven't really seen anything for the handlers. So I asked and got permission to make a blog. This blog!

Ill be able to answer questions about the general workplace, some stupid moments from here at hq, some shitposts, and maybe pass on some of your questions to some of the heroes.

But before you begin asking there are some rules in place so I can legally keep this going.

I cannot and will not reveal any confidential information, such as secret identities or stuff like that. I care for the safety of my coworkers, so trying to ask will likely end with you blocked. I also won't respond to some asks or anon hate depending on the content.

With that out of the way, happy asking!

Tag directory (may change):

#miracle worker - general posts from me

#tales from hq - posts about work

#hero time - stuff involving heros or villains

((Ooc stuff under read more. Do read before sending asks. it is long))

currently in arc 1

hi! This blog is run by @jester-writing and is mainly here cause I wanted to shove a bunch of my ocs into a superhero setting. I'll update this post if any other blogs get affiliated with this askblog.

If you want to try join in with an ask blog set in this universe please ask me first at my main or au/oc side blog @jester-creates so i can work with you to make sure it doesn't contradict any lore i have set up

The setting of this askblog is not within any major comic or movie universe.

Mira will respond to stuff as if they're in her universe. Tags on posts other than this one will be in character unless stated otherwise.

Anything tagged "non-canon rps" is not Canon to the main askblog and cannot be asked upon. What happens in non-canon stays non-canon.

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some setting stuff:

This Universe is currently set in the mid 2100's, some things stayed the same when compared to modern times other things (especially robotics) are very advanced. At least about 20-55% of the population have some power of some kind, whether through being an animal hybrid of some kind, being an alien, being a fae, getting them from an accident, etc etc and about 60-80% of those are mostly very minor ones

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some general information on the ocs that will be showing up/mentioned and if you can ask on them. (note: you cannot ask based on actual names for some of them): Mira "Miracle" Ordell- main character of the blog. Manages and works with the superhero Witch. She has no powers, only training

Sigyn "Witch" King- A support superhero that uses magic and potions to help teammates. She also basically has minecraft inventory via her bag. She is partially fae giving her pale green skin and purple eyes.

(these two are the main two)

--- Heroes/MCHC workers mentioned

"Demon"- A detective who also works as a reserve hero for the MCHC. He has pyrokinesis after an incident during a case that burned him among other things. Works with the MCHC for protection for himself.

"Seer"- the receptionist at the MCHC. Has the ability to see a person's greatest secret, at the time of viewing them, drawn onto them. Sometimes it's secret identities, other times it's crimes the person's committed in the past. he keeps a tight lip on secret identities. His eyes are a bit weird as a result of his power.

"Blackjack"- quantum divorced with his wife, "Andromeda". no one really knows what stage of their marriage cycle he and Andromeda are in at any given moment. Oh and he can summon a posse of ghost horses to corner foes and do other cowboy skills... i guess.

"Captain Berry"- she's a pirate themed hero that has control of a ghost ship and crew

[regaliasonata]

Conner McKnight + 2, 5, 20, 21, and 22.

Character/Headcanon Ask: Conner McKnight

#2) Emotional/Moral Weak Spots

-Conner's need to flirt with girls mainly boils down to a deep feeling of having to show off some sort of assertiveness or masculinity that he feels insecure about. It actually made him ask a few fearful questions that he's been dreading whenever they appear in his mind, does he like guys? The thought of it honestly scares him to death because of all the outcomes that can occur like his parents kicking him out but talking to Kira helps, now Conner's pretty alright with his preferences.

-His parents tend to disapprove about his soccer hobbies and constantly compare him to his twin brother Eric. Even though Eric doesn't try much he's always preferred instead of Conner, at five years old Conner broke his ankle and had to work really hard to get it back in mint condition for soccer, one of the worst periods of his early years so when someone insults his skills or interests it can really cause him to shut down or lash out. Is he good enough? Can he actually live up to his dreams? Why can't his own parents actually find some ounce of love for what he does?

-He really hates having to talk about his feelings with his friends because he becomes a tearful mess and it takes a few hours to really unpack everything, can't let anyone see him as such. Even in college he struggles with opening up like this unless he's with the other rangers, he's the red ranger but the others remind him that letting your pain out is not a weakness

#5) Guilty Pleasures

-Leather jacket collecting is a big hobby for Conner overall, his closet is mostly filled with antique pieces from the 80s.

-He really loves to give and receive hugs, being the tallest amongst his teammates really gives him the advantage but in secret Conner wishes to be a bit shorter just to be on the receiving end. Whether they like each other or not Conner might hold Ethan and Trent from behind while they are doing stuff like drawing or coding, when the red rangers met up he tried doing the same but only Andros, Leo, Wes and Cole obliged. Tommy pulled Jason out the window before it happened, TJ isn't that casual, Ryan wouldn't let him go near Carter and Eric doesn't do physical contact.

-He loves boyband songs and has Devin going out of his way to find rare tapes and CDs to listen to.

-Conner really loves reading dictionaries, it's a weird hobby but just going over any type of word on a daily basis really gets his mind running. Sometimes to keep calm through the day theres an audio book installed on his phone just for this specific moment.

-Conner watches Supernatural religiously, he thinks Sam is kinds hot because they both got good looks, Hayley took him to meet the actors and he nearly fainted in Jared's presence.

#20) What-If/Alternate Timelines

-Mesogog was created via Tommy being his other half instead of Anton within this timeline, Anton is the mentor but to combat a threat that has access to ranger knowledge he augmented the Dino Gems bringing out their latent potential. However Anton doesn't know how to keep stability in the team and during a huge conflict with Mesogog the rangers powers went off causing another asteroid like impact to strike the world, it didn't cause much casualties but the energy brought back the dinosaurs. Mesogog being destroyed led to the team taking free reign of the new world, Conner being a ruler with a kingdom of meat eating dinosaurs.

-Semi medieval verse where he started off as a gymnast but became a wandering jester with his flexibility to entertain and make a hefty profit. Slowly getting shafted alongside a small band, Ethan the sorcerer, a Kira the bard, a Trent the Renaissance artist and Tommy the sellsword as they all journey the land for adventure.

-in a powerless universe he's a director after high school, he retired soccer after college despite people wanting to scout him out. Conner, Trent, Kira and Ethan live together, working on a crazy popular series of heroes. Conner being the full on director, Ethan handles animation and tech stuff, Kira does the score and soundtrack and Trent is the mangaka/comic artist who likes to take hiatuses and delay the series for laughs.

#21) Turning points in their life

-Becoming a ranger really opened Conner's eyes to a whole new world. Sure power rangers are common knowledge within his world but being a part of the adventures, supernatural and magical situation, fighting monsters and doing things that a normal human can't just makes him feel like a kid again.

#22) People who've influenced them greatly

-Hayley is like the mother Conner wishes he had, considering she's very caring and actually willing to listen to his concerns.

-Eric might get all the attention but Conner couldn't imagine his life without him, from age one to five Eric had some heart troubles and there wasn't a guarantee that he'd survive. Conner never left his side and even refused to go to school, got to the point where he had to repeat a grade or two but luckily Eric made it and the twins were able to stick together without hardships.

[sometimes-rocketpokemon]

“Once a captured Pokemon with an abusive trainer, Three Dee ended up killing his trainer and joining team rocket. Violent at all times, extreamly violent when provoked. Subject is currently healthy.”

[thebubblesareevil]

You’re not Dead I promise

The first thing Kaldur noticed as he woke was the cold, it was gentle without any bite, but permeating his body as if chasing out the painful heat. However the second thing he noticed was not as you might thing the room or event how the air itself seemed to have a green tint to it, that came next, but rather the sound of light snoring coming from a large glowing figure sitting beside the bed. He was slouching in his seat one hand keeping his head propped up while the other loosely held a book in it grasp that was slowly slipping from his hand. Kaldur tried to sit up and started to feel dizzy falling back onto the bed. Unfortunately this seemed to have startled his guard who jumped up dropped his book and trip over his own chair. Kaldur attempted to assist the man but felt too weak to get up. When the man finally stood he looked at Kaldur with bright glowing green eyes that had a ring blue around the pupil, he stood a few inches taller than Kaldur himself, and skin that was just a shade too pale.

“How are you feeling?” The stranger spoke with an echoing voice. But when Kaldur tried to speak the words wouldn’t come. “Shit, one second.” The man sticks his head out the door a minute later he came back. “ I’ve asked for some water, sorry I didn’t think about that.” The man sat down and sighed with a tired look on his face. “I know you probably have questions so I’ll try to explain as best I can.” Kaldur nodded and motioned for the man to continue.

“ Okay, well first of all I’m Phantom and this is my lair, yes I know that sounds bad, let me explain.”

Kaldur looks at Phantom concerned but just a a Phantom is about to continue there is a knock at the door. Phantom beacons them in and to his surprise the person that enters doesn’t appear human. At least not fully. The man? Has green tinted skin and solid glowing red eyes he was dressed like a court jester and he was carrying a tray with a pitcher of water and some light snacks on it.

“Thank you Jester, any word on our guests.” The man, Jester gave Phantom a, quite frankly, huge fanged grin “Half have arrive, Half have yet to come, we shall announce their arrival with the beating drum.” Phantom thanked the man and with a slight bow Jester took his leave.

Phantom handed him the water and continued to explain. “Right now you are in the Infinite Realms otherwise known as the Ghost Zone” Phantom stops for a moment when he sees the mournful look on Kaldur “You’re not dead, I promise. I was wandering through a natural portal when I came across you. You had collapsed from heat stroke, which is to be expected when an Atlantean goes hiking through the desert during a heat wave.” He paused so that Kaldur could elaborate.

“My team and I were in Faucett City in America facing Klarion the witch boy, myself as well as one of my teammates was transported away during the fight. I woke in the desert and attempted to find help as soon as possible.” Phantom nodded along with the explanation.

“That sounds about right, when I found you it looked like you were headed in the direction of the pyramids. Under the advise of my personal doctor, I kept you chilled while you were sleeping to fight off the heat but how are you feeling?” Phantom asked

Kaldur took a moment to take stock of himself before responding. “I’m still a bit stiff and more than a little tired, but it is a vast improvement my previous state.”

Phantom gave a bright smile and Kaldur was thrown for a moment by the sudden shift. “That’s great once you’ve rested a bit longer we can—“ however whatever Phantom intended to say was cut off my the sound of massive drums. Phantom’s smile dropped almost immediately and was replaced with a serious expression as he looked towards the door. “It looks like it’s later than I thought, my guests have arrived. I will unfortunately be stuck going in and out of serious of meetings today. I intended to take you back home once you woke but it looks like that will have to be postponed.” Phantom turned back to Kaldur “In the meantime you are my guest and you are free to explore my lair or simply stay and rest. If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask.” He said with a soft smile.

“Thank you for your assistance, all I ask is that I be able to return to my team as soon as possible. I understand you won’t be able to take me yourself however is there anyway another person could return me to my friends.” The smile is gone from Phantoms face much to Kaldurs concern

“ I understand your eagerness to return to your team, however the human realm is not a safe place for spirits and I will not put my friends at risk. I’m sorry..” Phantom then freezes for a moment and with a slight cough he glances to the side refusing eye contact “I just realized I never asked for your name.” He said with a green flush across his cheeks.

Kaldur let out a small laugh before turning serious once more “My name is Kaldur’ahm, however you may call me Kaldur. I understand your hesitation however I was taken from my team in the middle of a fight with an incredibly dangerous individual. Klarion is capable of—.”

“I know exactly what Klarion is capable of.” Phantom interrupted with a dark look “ It hasn’t even been a year since the realms were flooded with the cry’s of children whose lives were lost before their time. You won’t find many friends of Klarion or his cohorts in the Infinite Realms.” Phantom hesitated before continuing “I promise you I will get you back to your friends with as little time passing as possible, I can’t promise to return you to the exact moment you left but I can get you pretty damn close. Just know that time passes differently here, so don’t worry and just focus on recovering” Phantom rose from his seat and headed to the door “I’ll be back to check on you after my first meeting is over with, try to get some rest.” And with that he was gone.

Kaldur sat there for a minute collecting his thoughts before laying back down to rest. His final thought being of the tired eyes of Phantom.

NOTE: just in case you are confused the dead children are referring to when all the adults and children where split into different dimensions, you cannot convince me thousands of children didn’t die just from car crashes alone. Not even taking into consideration parents that were holding their babies when it happened.

[novaethecosplayer]

Hawks nodded and listened intently throughout the beginning part of the meeting with the leaders of the newly merged groups creating the Paranormal Liberation Front. He was only here because Dabi and other members wanted information from him about the Heros and the Hero Commision. They also wanted to review some of the clips they received from the cameras on his wings--ask him questions and dig further for more information. He didn't notice you walk in through the doors behind him, but the moment you began walking the length of the table to your spot--his eyes were glued to you. He really couldn't help it. He liked watching your hips move as you walk and seeing the air of authority that you carry with you as you take your place as a leader. Hawks has to mentally force himself to look away and tune back into whatever Skeptic was saying.

He continued to glance your way as his thoughts trailed back to you. He always made an effort to steer his attention back to whoever was speaking. He would be completely off guard if he were to be asked anything as his attention is divided in two--80% of it on you. He liked how you make jokes to a teammate next to you under your breath, the way you snicker and laugh at your own jokes, or when bored how you mess with your hair, clothes, jewelry, or fingers--whichever is more convenient. Speaking of your fingers, what he would give to have them tangled with his own, caressing his body, or entwined with his hair.

"Hawks!" He finally heard his name being called. He's not sure how many times Dabi had said it already. His head and attention snapped to the irritated patchwork villain. "Firstly, pay attention!" He chidded and Hawks swore he heard you laugh--causing him to glance your way to confirm his suspicions when he saw your hand over your mouth to hide your amusement. "Secondly," his eyes snapped back to the enraged flame-user. "We asked if you have more Intel on the Hero Commision. Your last meeting with them was short and seemed to have nothing being said at all."

Hawks was usually good with facades and smooth lies that helped in these situations. But today was not Hawks’s day because he was distracted by how you laughed at him. He would become your personal court jester, if it meant he could hear your laugh more.

"Some meetings are just like that. I have another one scheduled soon. It should have more information." Hawks told the truth, hoping to appease his "boss" within the criminal organization. His brain raced with thoughts of you hence he couldn't come up with anything better to lie about or give Dabi.

"How soon?"

"Monday at noon."

"Fine. Keep us updated. You're dismissed." Dabi waved his hand to indicate Hawks should leave now. The rest of the members had other things he wasn't trusted to know yet. Which is fine, Twice will tell him later.

As he stood to leave, he watched as you began to talk. He focused on the way your lips moved to form each word precisely and accurately. He noticed in-between sentences or even in the middle when there is a pause you would lick your lips. He felt his heart flutter at seeing your lips wet. If only they were on his own lips, kissing him feverishly. He would love to have them pressed against his neck, his chest, his temple, his stomach and down his happy trail. He wished he could see what they would look like wrapped around his--

"Hawks! Leave!" A member of the Liberation Front demanded and Hawks nodded and promptly left the room without a second glance otherwise he might be captivated again. He really needs to get his head back onto the mission. Find out what their next steps were and report back to the Hero Commision.

He shook his head In a miserable attempt to clear you from his mind. He shouldn't be thinking such things about a villian anyways. He's a hero, he puts people like you behind bars--yet he is the one wishing to be caught by you.

After a couple hours of gathering intel by mingling with others, your meeting finally ended. He was reprimand by Dabi for not paying attention and for not following orders the first time.

After getting his ass chewed out, he heard your laugh again as Dabi walked away. He pushed down a blush as he turned to the beautiful sound you made.

"You're really stupid, you know." You insulted him, but he would take it. He would take a billion insults as long as you are the one who says them. "You're already on thin fucking ice, hero" you mocked his title. Once again, he would take it and keep the words you say to him close to his heart even if they are meant the pierce it instead. "But not pay attention during a high priority meeting is just idiotic and just asking your ass to get kicked out."

"You're right." He agreed easily, bowing his head in shame as you shoulder checked hum as you walked by--contact that he would keep close to his heart as well.

"And another thing dumbass.." You call over your shoulder, he glances up at you to see you smirking mischievously and a certain twinkle in your eye, telling him he won't like your next words. "If you continue checking me out, you're not gonna like where you end up. Or rather, where your body ends up."

He swallows. He knows it's a threat. It's obviously a death threat. A warning. But, he couldn't help but be attracted in that moment. He couldn't help how in love he felt. He couldn't stop himself from feel desire for you. "Anything for you, Boss." He decided to cast his eyes down and bow to you to show his devotion to you. The appropriate title for your rank compared to his rolled off his tongue easily.

He saw your retreating feet pause in their movements and begin to turn towards him. No matter how much he wanted to glance up and see your face--was it contorted into anger? Shock?--he kept his stance.

He watched as your feet moved to turn away from him, his heart feeling like it was being ripped apart. Then hurried footsteps, a hand on his collar, and a door being opened and closed within seconds. He was surprised you had pulled him into a nearby empty room. He was not surprised he let you. Even as you press him against the wall and glare down to him, he is not surprised he lets you manipulate his body as you wish. Your own personal ragdoll.

"Anything, Hero?" You ask as you look down at him. He can see the wild look in your eyes that he often finds when battling villian. You seem satisfied with his response.

"Anything" He whispers out, unable to hold his voice steady.

You grin maliciously and he couldn't imagine what a world of pain he just got himself into.

If only he focused on his mission.

[redhead-writes]

Top Gun Class ‘86 Ice Hockey AU headcanons

Thought about joining my love for ice hockey with Top Gun Class ‘86. Let’s see how it goes.

They are new team in California Fightertowns “Tornadoes”  but they already has made some fame around the league in which they are playing. They are playing gritty but mostly clean game. Except when the pressure on ice got raised too high and it needs to be let down by fight.

The team and coaching stuff thought it is the end of theirs when their main star center Bill ‘Cougar’ Cortell left for team that could pay better. It happened just few days before the season had to start. It really came as lightning in clear day. Now when team plays Cougars team, he gets pushed in boards hard.

Metcalf is teams coach and runs them to the ground in each training with help of his assistant coach Jester. They both know this guys are meant for greatness. Maybe they could get picked up by NHL without draft. Only one player is still elligable for the draft. Merlin is the teams physio. He can play left or right back when he has to but injury and betrayal of his partner made him lose love for the game but not enough to leave the sport fully.

Most of the players have day time jobs because playing in this league does not pay well or at all. Mostly money goes into bus and other travel expanses they have.

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky is goddamn amazing goalie. Sometimes Viper and Jester doesn’t know how he stops those pucks that seem unstoppable. He has his weird quirks. Chewing gum at all the times. Team teases him that it will make his jaw as muscled as rest of him. He likes to be left alone before the game so he can do his flexibility stretches to be warm for the game. Everyone is so used to it that they don’t question it. Tom also always bangs the net bars before each period, saying that we are in this together. Also he has specific meal he will eat after his team wins a game and different one if they lose. Team may tease him for all his quirks, but good God you touch Iceman and whole team will run you to the ground. Also team always gives pass to Tom if there is empty net. They want him to have goalie goal.

Next up we have two defender pairs. Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw and Ron ‘Slider’ Kerner who with only their height already looks intimidating. But Ron takes that extra step to be more. He is not afraid to smash opposing players in boards or do some little shitty moves to stop attack. He takes protecting Tom as some kind of oath for life. Yes, he is first one to go after player who tries to hurt Iceman. He got his nickname because for his height and physical look he glides on ice so light and fast. His defense partner Bradshaw is more friendly but he also knows how to do his job well, better than well. He is really protective about his teammates always checking on them. Tom called him Mother Goose and then the rest of team picked it up. He wears that nickname with pride. His wife Carole got him a patch with honking goose that has nickname under it. He sew it to his gear bag. Nick has taken oath to protect their tiniest player in the team. Rick has to help with that a lot because tiny kid seems to have death wish.

The second defender pair is Charles ‘Chipper’ Piper and Marcus ‘Sundown’ Williams. You would think that they would be less violent than first pair because they look somehow calmer and are not towering over you. But there is reason why Marcus nickname is Sundown. You talk bullshit that is over the line to his teammates or him, then hope you will be on ice for next game. Everyone from previous his previous had called Marcus violent and no good for the team, calling him liability for the team with his fighting tendencies. Viper took one look at Marcus and knew this man has nothing but his team above all else. So he paired him with Charles who needed someone to keep up with him and his running mouth. Like nickname Chipper comes from him chirping opponent players each time they come close. Also he always has an answer to even vilest chirps. That keeps Marcus out of the trouble usually. Also since Marcus attention has been taken off fighting and put in right frame, he is one of the best scoring defenders. He can rival some other team forwards.

Next up we have right back Leonard ‘Wolfman’ Wolfe who is real pest on ice but he knows when to let go of pissing opposing player off. He uses it all to distract the opponent team defenders and allow their center to score some goals. He got his nickname because of two things: 1. Leonard sometimes can act as lone wolf when he has a puck and sees opportunity in front of him. He simply skates trough the other team players like knife trough butter, making his own team players try and keep up. 2. Sometimes he will need whole team to join his crazy tactics because he seem to be able to calculate some moves that even Viper and Jester can’t. Usually crazy tactics work out so Viper trusts those.

Left back and tiniest rat of the Tornadoes Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell. If Leonard knows when to stop than Pete does not have any regard for his own safety at all. He sometimes will take on players two even three times his size. Pete sometimes is pain in his own teams arse because they have to take unnecessary penalties just to save him from being trampled over. Still somehow with being rattiest rat to rat, he does what he needs to do. Always open for his teammates pass or ready to pass puck, and his passes always reach who ever they are meant for. He is only one elligable for the NHL draft. Pete doesn’t believe he will be chosen for it but Viper and Jester, to be honest, rest of Tornadoes have other ideas. Maverick may be rough around the edges because of his past but this team gives him what he had missed before in the life.

Now their main center is Rick ‘Hollywood’ Neven. He is annoying in his own way. His annoying way is doing everything flawlessly with Hollywood level smile on his face. Rick wasn’t able to shine because Cougar took whole spotlight. Finally given full chance with two of grittiest team players on his wings, he really can’t stop scoring. Many opposing players have tried to punch Rick in the face to wipe that smile of his face. Mostly everyone failed but one dude succeeded, but all Hollywood said was: “I still look prettier than you even with blood on my face.”

Their team is getting traction so Carole and her friends start making merchandise for the team. It also has cool designs that Tom had drawn while doodling. Carole saw those doodles and pressed him to make full on drawings. It is another thing that calms Iceman down after adrenaline filled game. By selling merch, the teams financial level also had raised up, making it easier for them to travel and buy new equipment when needed.

[squadrah]

From My CuriousCat

Got any thoughts on a Secret Santa event at La Squadra?

I'll do my best!

I'd say Formaggio pitches the idea: he saw it somewhere and thought it would be fun to try for it. Having gotten the hang of gifting presents and surprising one another on the occasion, Sorbet and Gelato think it's a great idea, and because he pitched it as an event to boost morale, Prosciutto gives his consent, which basically seals the deal. Formaggio asks for some printer paper, cuts identical strips, writes their names on these, and everyone gets to pick out of Risotto's jester cap. So far, so good.

Then comes trouble.

Gelato: Okay, can I switch mine. Formaggio: Why? Gelato: I didn't get Sorbet. Formaggio: You're not supposed to, it's random! Illuso: Can I switch? Formaggio: Why?! Illuso: This is too difficult. Formaggio: Deal with it! Ghiaccio: I want to switch, too. Formaggio: Why-hy?! Ghiaccio: I got Illuso. Formaggio: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--

Because of Ghiaccio's big mouth and Ghiaccio's big mouth only, there is a redraw, with NEW slips of paper so nobody tries to feel their way through to some desired target. That's when it comes out that extra rules are needed, including a budget limit, no rumors and gossip, you are only allowed to pick one confidant and keep your questions vague, etc.

The first time office hours roll around, Prosciutto is visited by every single teammate and each of them ask him vague questions about gift giving.

Someone asks if wrapping material costs are included in the budget. Not gonna say names here but...

Eventually the big day arrives and the gifts assemble. Most of them are hit and miss. Some are wrapped deplorably. Turns out that Sorbet and Gelato notwithstanding, everyone is pretty bad at this. That said, Formaggio is still proud of them and congratulates them for managing to do something nice for each other. Illuso and Ghiaccio only grumble a little, and yes, Ghiaccio still managed to pull out Illuso's name the second time.

Presents included, without gifter and giftee named:

Novelty mug with "Big Bad Bitch" written on it;

Kitsch trinket vaguely in the shape of a cat;

Abstract art (Stand-made);

Stress balls in three different colors;

Chemistry set for kids.

[c-is-for-circinate]

So I have finally caught up with CR as of today’s rebroadcast, and oh MAN what an episode to be caught up on.

Most of those feelings are about Fjord, at the moment, because holy shit but in such a compelling way, I love this character and hell yes Travis for playing him this way, specifically in the context of how different characters feel about sacrifice.

We know, we’ve known for a few episodes (and man am I sorry I haven’t been jotting down post-ep notes for the past few eps, I have gotten out of the habit and I need to get back in) that most of the M9 expects they might die here, to one degree or another.  There’s been an absolutely fascinating range of reactions and attitudes around that thus far, too. 

Caleb, full of guilt and the desire for redemption, holding onto every intention of dying for his friends and the absolute conviction that’s a thing he can control and enforce on the world.   Caduceus, raised around death but never quite so close to him or so far away from home as it is now, saying his goodbyes and trying to make peace with a thing that clearly frightens him.  Beau, who expected to be probably-dead or at least much more alone by this age anyway, only talking about the possibility of her own death as a possible logistical necessity as she focuses not on what comes after but only on getting through this fight.  Yasha, who’s outlived so many people, who can rage through unconsciousness, even into death as though it’s only an inconvenience, making jokes-that-aren’t-quite-jokes about how she’ll probably be fine and survive them all, knowing she probably can.  Jester, who always, always tries to be positive, to make light, to be joy and fun that hides the darkness under the bed where it can’t be seen, saying “what do I need money for, we’re going into the North to die”, another joke-that-isn’t-a-joke, another fear that she can’t face or admit or buckle under because how selfish would that be, right now.  Veth, who feels so much desperate guilt and torn duty and half-broken devotion to her family, determined to survive, still so scared she won’t for their sake.

There’s so much focus from each of them on their own deaths, even as they try to protect their friends.  There’s Caleb and Beau explicitly willing to trade their own lives for the sake of the rest of the group if they have to, if they can; there’s Caduceus and Jester, less explicit about it but expecting to face one loss or another, resigned to it; there’s Yasha and Veth and expectations of survival already bound up in survivors’ guilt even before the question gets asked.

Or: the questions, plural, because there are two different questions being asked here: there's "am I willing to die to save my friends?", and there's, "am I willing to die to win this fight?", and they're all bound up in each other in slightly different degrees for each person. The consensus for most of the group seems very much to be that, yes, they're willing to die for the sake of this fight, that's what it means to be here in the first place; and as far as their friends go, well, if someone has to die during this fight, let it be me and not them. And that's beautiful and honorable and chest-aching in seven different unique ways for each party member, but the one I'm thinking about today is Fjord, who I did not mention on my list above, who has added one more question to his list.

Because while everybody else in the party is asking themselves what they're willing to trade their lives for for, Fjord has skipped over that step entirely (to save the world, to protect his friends, yes, yes, of course, obviously). The question he's asking, here and now, is "who else's life am I willing to trade for this fight?" And that is a question I find incredibly compelling.

Nobody else would've told the rangers to engage. I don't even think Matt as Essek expected Fjord to suggest they ought to engage, not directly; perhaps try to lay a false trail, perhaps try to implode the exit as previously mentioned, but not this. Fjord ordered half a dozen men into a massacre. He did it on purpose, to burn a few of his enemy's spell slots, to try and buy his team another hour of sleep. He didn't even have much expectation of victory. But he did it, because the math in his head said this would give the Nein a better chance in this fight, and winning this fight is more important than anyone's lives.

Even long before the Tombtakers showed up at Aeor, I kept thinking about that conversation with Beau about a fallback position for retreat. "There's no leaving this fight," Fjord said, "not for me, and not, I think, for you either." It's about the specifics, the logistics of not needing an escape plan because they don't plan to escape, but it's also very much a statement of intent. It's Fjord saying, I will buy this victory with my life, because victory is more important here than my survival. And it is, at least a little bit, Fjord saying, I will buy this victory with your life too, if that's what it costs. Because victory is more important here than anyone's survival. Because survival, at this point, is not even a consideration in the mathematical equation of tactics and necessity, except in that we can't win if we're dead. Our lives are worth nothing if we lose here, so we will spend whatever we have to in order to win.

It's a kind of ruthlessness I find incredibly interesting and appealing as a character choice, because there's little or no selfishness in the cold calculation of it. At no point is Fjord choosing or even contemplating anyone else's sacrifice for the sake of his own survival. He would die happily to save any of his friends, is more than willing to die in this fight himself, and would consider it a complete victory if doing so stopped Lucien in the process. It's just that Fjord also seems painfully aware that his own death isn't necessarily the price this victory is going to cost. If it's a choice between letting Yasha die and stopping this ritual, he already knows what he ought to choose. If it's a choice between cutting down Beau and Caleb to protect the part of the party that can still fight Lucien, or trying to save them, well, there's a reason he's the one Caleb asked to fulfill that promise. All else being equal, Fjord would save his teammates over himself, but that's never been how the throes of combat work, and all else is never equal. Fjord might be the only member of the group right now who would deliberately save himself at a teammate's expense specifically because he'd have the highest chance of stopping this mad city's return. And that is a lot.

All of which means I am incredibly excited to see what sorts of choices Fjord is faced with in the coming weeks. When it's more than just hypothetical, when it's Jester in danger instead of some nameless rangers on a mountainside, will he stick to his desperate pragmatism or will his love and protectiveness win out? How does he face himself after either version of that decision? What is he going to have to do? I cannot wait to find out.

[kouomi]

Family Secrets

Summary: How long would you be able to keep your relationship with your brothers’ best friend a secret? (F!reader x Suna Rintarō)

Warnings: slight jealously (basically none!)

Word Count: 3,813

A/N: the beginning of this is a little rocky sorry about that(it’s explaining a lil background I didn’t know where to put it)! This is also my first fic for Haikyuu and on this account so sorry if anything is off!

Posted: March 3rd, 2021 6:26 am EST

Having two older brothers isn’t easy for any girl. Especially if those older brothers are twins and especially if you were all in the same year at school.

Everyone at your school knew you as the Miya twins little sister and while you hated the title it was one that you’d had since you were born so overtime you grew used to it. You constantly lived in their shadow, especially when they started playing volleyball so in an attempt to gain your own title you started playing as well. You’re a setter for the girls team at Inarizaki, set to take the position of captain next year once your current third year captain is out of high school.

Your practice had just ended and after taking a quick shower in the locker room you headed to the other gym where the boys team was still practicing, silently slipping in the door and sitting on the bench.

“Little Miya is here!” Akagi exclaims, a few heads turning to face you. You give a small wave without looking up from your phone, rolling your eyes at the familiar sound of your brothers starting a fight.

“Why are you here?” Osamu asks on one of their water breaks, staring down at you from where he stood.

“Mom won’t let me walk home alone after practice and Yaku wasn’t here today.” You explain with a sigh, “So I have to wait for you two.”

“I forgot we’re going home today.” Atsumu groans, “She’s gonna kill me.”

“Why?”

“He failed the maths test.”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles past your lips, Atsumu glaring at you and your other brother as you laugh at his expense. He starts going on about how it wasn’t his fault but you don’t pay much attention, instead your gaze meeting another a few meters behind him. Almost as soon as you lock eyes they look away and you do the same, resisting the blush that tries to rise up your face.

After another thirty minutes of their practice they’re finally let go, everyone else on the team heading towards the dorms while you, Atsumu, and Osamu make your way towards the front gate.

“There’s at least two girls on my team that have a crush on you guys.” You add to their conversation after listening in on them talking about their fan girls for the past ten minutes.

“Eh? Why would someone like ‘Samu?” Atsumu asks.

“You literally have the same face.” You blink, watching as he goes to argue but can’t seem to find any words that work in his favor.

While the twins on either side of you kept talking you pulled out your phone, a small smile crossing your face as your fingers danced across the screen to reply to a text. You’d turned down your brightness and tilted your phone closer to your face so your brothers wouldn’t be able to read anything but they still eyed you suspiciously, silently sharing their questions with each other over your head.

“Y/n? What’re ya doin?” Atsumu asks, making you turn off your phone and shove it in your pocket.

“Texting my team.” You answer coolly, “Some of us actually have to put work in outside of practice.”

“Oi it’s not my fault yer a vice captain and we’re not!”

“What about organizing makes you smile like that?” Osamu asks. You cringe at his words; of course he’d be the one to pick up on that.

“When did this turn into twenty questions?” You ask, voice slight squeaking as you spoke.

“Does our baby sister have a boyfriend?” Atsumu grins, resting his arm on your shoulder.

“No, and don’t call me that! You’re not even a year older than me!” You exclaim, shoving his arm off and picking up your pace so you walked ahead of them instead of between.

“Hey, get back here!”

After dinner with your family you sat in your room, repeatedly setting a volleyball into the air above you and occasionally groaning as you hear your brothers through the thin walls of your home. While you were practicing your mind wandered to how close you’d come to being found out by the duo all because of a stupid smile. You’d managed to hide your relationship for nearly five months now but it was getting harder and harder, especially considering your boyfriend was one of your brothers close friends and teammate. You’d wanted to tell them before but it would just cause unnecessary awkwardness and maybe even distrust among the four of you so you decided to keep it secret. It did make things more interesting sometimes but also immensely difficult to find places you could go on dates without risk of being caught, as things as simple as texting nearly exposed your relationship.

Your train of thought is interrupted by a knock on your window, the volleyball above you coming crashing down on to your face when you turn to look at the source of the noise. Rubbing your nose you stood up and crossed the room, gasping lightly when you see the main topic of your thoughts standing on the branch of the tree outside your window.

“Rin?!” You whisper yell after pushing open the glass, sticking your head outside.

He flashes you a small smile as you reach out to help him inside, leaving the window open behind him in case he needed to use it as a quick escape route.

“What’re you doing here?”

“Thought I’d stop by.” He responds, reaching out and pulling you towards him with one of your hands before his arms snake around your waist, “We haven’t hung out in a while.”

“Ya could’ve just waited til tomorrow.” You say though find yourself melting into him, “‘Tsumu and ‘Samu are literally on the other side of that wall.”

“Well I was on my way to the store and thought I’d stop by.”

You shake your head with a sigh as your arms move around his back, one of your hands between his shoulder blades and the other on the back of his neck. He leans down, face hovering in front of yours for a moment before you close the space between you and press your lips to his.

“You really can’t stay.” You mumble, pulling apart momentarily to talk.

“Just for a little bit.” He says, pecking your lips again before lowering his head to the crook of your neck.

“Rin.” You warn though your words lose any authority when he presses a delicate kiss to your jaw making you subconsciously lean closer into his grasp with a slight intake of breath.

“Okay, maybe just a bit.”

You feel him smile before he peppers your neck in kisses, one of his hands moving up to lightly hold the side as his thumb gently pushes up your chin. You turn and press a kiss to his temple before you angle your head up and to the side, giving him more access as you both take a few unstable steps back until the back of your legs hit your bed. Slowly you fall back on to the mattress, Suna following and hovering over you with one of his hands hooked under your lower back.

“Hey Y/n?” He asks quietly, thin eyes baring into your own.

You hum, eyes flickering away for a moment to brush some of his hair out of his face.

“Can we take a nap?”

Your face falls at his question before a small laugh bubbles past your lips, “We can’t, my brothers might walk in.”

The middle blocker gives a disappointed groan before he lays down on top of you, his head resting on your chest as his arms encircle your waist.

“Just five minutes.” He mumbles.

Before you could respond you heard a loud crash from the wall next to you followed by shouting and a yell of your name. The color drained from your face as footsteps approached your room, Suna quickly jumping up and scanning the room for some where to hide. You jester towards the window and he narrows his eyes before climbing out, nearly slipping as he steps on the branches of the tree.

“Y/n!” Atsumu yells as he throws open your door, “Help!”

“What do you-“ Before you could finish your sentence the boy in front of you is tackled to the ground by a flash of grey hair, the two rolling around on the ground of your room.

“Give it back ya asshole!”

“I can’t! I already ate it!”

“What?!”

You watch with wide eyes as they fight, neither paying much attention to you as they carry whatever they’d started on in your room. Even being their sister you had a hard time distinguishing between them with how fast they were moving around, flashes of grey and blonde the only indicator of who was who.

“Stop! You’re gonna knock me over-!” Your words are cut off by the heavy sound of you being sent to the floor, yelling as you’re unwillingly dragged into their fight.

“What is wrong with you two?!”

“He ate my Onigiri!” Osamu exclaims, narrowly missing a punch to the gut, “I spent two hours making that!”

“It’s not my fault ya left it out!” His twin yells back, using his knee to keep down one of his opponent’s legs.

“You’re fighting over food?” You ask exasperatedly, hissing when your hair is violently yanked to the side. As you tried to pull yourself free from their tangle of limbs a swift fist swings into your eye, a yelp of pain leaving you as you reach up to cradle your face.

“Look what ya did now!” Osamu says, reluctantly pulling away from your brother and kneeling in front of you.

“Yer both stupid ya know that?” You hiss, cowering away when a hand reaches out towards you.

“Shit- Y/n I’m sorry, are you okay?” Atsumu asks, any previous fight now long forgotten as they both crouch in front of you with concerned looks.

“Is it bad?” You question, lowering your hand and cringing when you notice their eyes widen.

“Ya think you could pull off purple eyeshadow?”

You groan before taking his hand and letting him pull you up, walking towards the small mirror on your desk and withering at the sight. The area around your right eye was already red and starting to turn purple and swell, reminding all three of you of the strength the brothers had that they often forgot about.

“‘Tsumu, stop eating everything you see, ‘Samu it’s kind of your fault for leaving it out.” You sigh, watching them both deflate and go to argue with you before looking back at your eye, “Now get out.”

“Are you sure? I can getchya an ice pack or somethin?” Atsumu asks but you shake your head.

“Just go, I’ll be fine.”

They reluctantly walk out of your room, flashing you an apologetic look as you trail behind them and close the door with a heavy sigh.

After inspecting your eye a little while longer you pull out your phone, scrolling through your contacts for a moment before finding Sunas.

You roll your eyes but still do so, cringing at the sight of the ugly purple that’d started to develop before you hit send.

-

The next day you after you’d gone back to campus you’d gotten a lot of questions about your eye, especially once you went to your morning classes. You’d started to grow annoyed with the persistent, never ending same question over and over and by the time your free period rolled around you were ready to spend the rest of your day in your dorm. On your way to the front of the building you stopped at your locker, unable to resist the smile that pulled at the corners of your lips when you saw your favorite food sitting in a bag next to your books, a small note attached to the top.

Hope you can see this with one eye

-Rintarō

You tuck the note in your pocket before pulling the food out of your locker, making your way towards where you and your friends always met up for lunch. They seemed surprised about your black eye and thankfully didn’t bring up the topic after you explained the story behind the ugly mark.

“You know, some of the boys on the boys volleyball team are pretty cute.” You hear one of the girls say, effectively gaining your attention.

“Especially the second years.” The girl next to you say, “No wonder the twins have so many fan girls.”

“You guys are gonna make me throw up.” You groan, wrinkling your nose at the thought of seeing your brothers in that light.

“Hey, you can’t deny that they’re cute!” She giggles, shoulder bumping into yours as she does so, “Maybe you could set me up with one of them.”

“In your dreams.” You scoff and she frowns.

“What about Suna?” Your other teammates speaks up. You have to resist the urge to shut down the conversation, not wanting to hear other girls talk about how attractive they found your boyfriend.

“Hm, now that you mention it he is pretty handsome.” Another girl weighs in, “His eyes are kind of hypnotizing.”

“What do you think Y/n?”

“I guess he’s cute.” You shrug, trying to seem nonchalant as you refused to make eye contact.

“We should go to the boy’s practice after ours.” Your friend suggests, “We can just watch for pointers.”

“Kori is trying to pick up a new boyfriend!”

As the rest of your team continues laughing and talking about the boys team you find yourself pulled into your own thoughts, worries and insecurities already working their way into the confidence you had in your relationship. What if one of the other girls made a move on Suna? Would he play along with it just to keep the guise of being single? How far would he let her go? Would he realize that he wants to be with someone other than you? Perhaps someone prettier?

By the time you were brought back to reality everyone else was already packing up their things, forcing you to shove the thoughts in the back of your mind though they whispered to you through out the rest of your classes.

-

“Alright you girls can pack up, we’re done for the day!” Your coach announces. You walk with the rest of your team towards the locker rooms with a towel wrapped loosely around your neck, your breathing heavy from the effort from practice. You were excited for it to finally be over and be able to spend the rest of the night with your boyfriend, though your plans are quickly thrown off when someone calls your name from the other side of the gym.

“Y/n, I need you to stay behind with the third years.” Your coach says making you inwardly groan though you still nod and jog towards the small group.

“You know where we’ll be Y/n!” Your friends call out, waving as they close the door to the gym behind them.

The extra practice goes by painstakingly slow, another half hour passing before you were allowed to shower and leave. You practically ran to the other gym, internally panicking at the thought of what you might walk into when you pushed open the doors.

Finally you made it, wasting no time in stepping into the familiar room and quickly scanning the people littered through out. You notice a few groups split off talking to each other, rolling your eyes as you see Atsumu flirting with the girls around him while Osamu stood next to him with an unamused expression. Moving on from them you looked on the other side of the gym, finding your boyfriend standing on the corner of the court.

Relief floods you as you begin to approach him though it’s short lived when you see the girl standing a little too close for comfort. Suna had his signature neutral expression as he spoke to her, not even flinching when she lays a hand on his bicep and steps closer, looking up at him with a coy grin. A sick feeling makes it’s home in your stomach as you watch them and how unbothered he seemed by it all, even giving her one of his rare smiles. You find it harder to believe it’s all an act, that his actions weren’t genuine and he wasn’t actually entertaining her advances. Maybe he was thinking about other options; he had to be tired of how secretive and sneaky he had to be with you and was looking for someone else, someone he could be public with. Maybe you were losing him.

The final straw for you is when you see her hand trail up to hold his face, the action chilling you to the bone and sending you across the room. You’re quickly within range of the two as you approached from behind the girl, Sunas eyes meeting yours and lighting up slightly.

“Oh hey Y/n, I didn’t know if you were going to make it.” Your teammate smiles, her hand still resting on Sunas arm as she turned around to talk to you.

“Yeah. So, what’s going on?” You respond, getting straight to the point as you shift your weight uncomfortably.

“Just having a little chat with Suna here.” She responds, turning towards the man in question so she was practically shoved against him now. You not so subtly cringed at the action which he took notice to, finally taking the opportunity to throw the girl off.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” Suna says, peeling himself away from your teammate and stepping closer to you, “Ready to go?”

He tightly loops an arm around your waist, his thumb running up and down on your uniform clad hip. You’re caught off guard by his sudden public display but quickly cover it with a smile, feeling relief flow through you as he distances himself from the girl.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting.” You say as your arm goes behind his back, “Coach had me do extra practice with the third years.”

“It’s fine, Kori was here to keep me company.” He responds, both of your gazes flickering to the girl who stood almost dumbfounded next to you.

“Wait are you two...?” She asks, neither of you quite answering though the answer was heavily implied, “Miya? With someone like you as a boyfriend? Either you’re lying or-“

You notice Suna roll his eyes before he pulls you flush against himself, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours in one swift motion. You melt into him as your hand reaches up to cup his face, pulling away with an ethereal smile.

“Or you’re really good at lying.” Kori finishes, blinking at you both as if she’s trying to catch up to the sequence of events. After a few moments of the three of you intensely staring at each other she gives a smile and walks off to your other teammates by the door, a rapid conversation bursting out amongst them complete with constant glances and gasps.

“Y/n?!”

You cringe at the sudden, all too familiar yell of your brothers as they quickly push through the girls around them and rush over to where you stood. Suna tenses slightly and turns towards them, his arm loosening so you could stand beside him though it still stays comfortably wrapped around your body.

“What was that?!” Atsumu exclaims, eyes dancing back and forth between you and his friend, “The two of you just...”

“Are you... dating?” Osamu asks, narrowing his eyes slightly as he spoke.

“Yeah.” Suna answers, watching as their expressions fall and they look at each other before back at you.

“How long?” The blonde questions.

“Five months.” You respond this time.

“What?!”

“Well it was great talking to you but we better get going.” You say, gently pushing Suna towards the door in an attempt to escape your brothers.

“Hold on a minute,” Osamu says, as they work their way between you and your boyfriend, “Suna, do ya really think ya can get off that easy datin our precious little sister?”

“Didn’t you give her a black eye?”

“That’s besides the point! Ya know if ya do anythin to hurt her I’m gonna-“

“Why would I hurt her?” Suna interrupts, the three Miyas turning to face him, “She’s my girlfriend, I care about her.”

It’s silent for a moment as your brothers stare in surprise, their minds finally catching up as they search for something else to say.

“Tsumu if you keep this up I’m gonna tell em about your little crush.” You say before they can start again, watching as his face loses color and his expression falls, “And ‘Samu I’ll take all of your cookbooks.”

“... Yer safe for now Suna.” Atsumu says quietly, giving his friend a soft glare.

You take this as an opportunity to escape the twins, wasting no time in quickly making your way across the gym and out the double doors. A breath you didn’t realize you were holding finally leaves your lungs, Suna looking down at you and noticing how exhausted physically and mentally you seemed. Silently he laces your fingers together and gives your hand a gentle squeeze in an effort to help you relax even if it were only slightly.

“We don’t have to hide anymore.” You say quietly though it’s loud in both of your ears, the sentence one you’ve been wanting to say for a long time. Suna responds by pulling your hand up to his face and pressing a kiss to your knuckles before letting your interlaced hands dangle between you. It was a luxury you hadn’t yet been able to experience, holding his hand out in public. Something about the simple action made your heart flutter, your eyes flickering towards Suna momentarily before back towards the path. It was as if you were confirming your relationship, announcing to the world and more importantly your brothers that Suna was your boyfriend.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Suna asks, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Just admiring.” You answer, smiling as he gives you a weird look before squeezing your hand.

“I think I’m gonna like this.” He mumbles, abruptly pulling you into himself by your hand.

You stumble for a moment before relaxing against him, your arms finding their place wrapped loosely around his neck while his hold you firmly in place by your waist. Your hand cups his cheek as you lean closer, stopped centimeters away close enough for his breath to dance on your face and lips to barely graze your own.

“Me too.”

[all-the-names-are-taken-aaaaa]

Lie Lie Bye

Alya sighed as she looked at the Akuma shelters Tv. She wished she was out there. The footage would be so good for her blog. It was easily the strongest akuma ever. Lila had everyone go to the shelter though. She was worried about her getting out and targeting them. Alya wasn't too worried. They took everything but her clothes and hid them after locking her in that closet. Plus they were pretty sure she kept the pin in her purse so she could not transform. Alya took notice of the fact ladybug had yet to show up. Everyone was getting nervous untill Chloe shreeks "that is Ladybugs kwami" Alya sighs again thinking 'when did that brat get here she was not with the class.' There was a loud bang as the camera shook then fell facing were the reporter ran. The reporter and crew are shown trying to free Marinette from a fallen building. 'Ugh why is it always her. Bet she would not be helping her if she knew what that girl had done.' Alya thinks. The Tv switches to another live stream. The fight is long and hard. Chat manages to defeat the Akuma. Tikki purifies the butterfly befor passing out. Chat stops in front of the reporter "Ladybug is missing possibly hurt. I have to go"

"As many of you saw our fellow reporter trying to free one Marinette Dupain-Cheng rubble earlier today. What you did not see was the brave action taken by this young woman. Marinette was seen assisting many injured people who would most likely have died without first aid befor the incident. Marinette saw a little girl that had been separated from her mother and mother and dived to shield her from the colapsed building. Now to the reporter who found her"

The reporter from earlier in the day stands in front of a hospital. "The brave young woman you saw earlier today is undergoing a life saving surgery. The surgery is the first of it's kind. It is extremely risky. It has been determined that the surgery is the only way Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng will survive. Marinette was injured protecting a young child barierly four years of age. I need a moment -"

The camera switches "Take your time Nadia. Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a wonderful, amazing, and kind girl. I speak from personal experience. Everyone here at Tvi has her best wishes in mind. The people she helped are being checked on in the hospital. The child has only scraps and bruises thanks to-" Alya cuts the tv off. Her phone started going crazy.

"Chill guys the cure will fix everything" Alya sends to her panicking freinds.

Chloe responds "Unterly redicoulous. Alya you had a Miraculous. You know they have timers. You should-" Alya does not bother reading the rest of Chloe's text. "Quit trying to make us feel bad for that lieing traitor." Alya sends back. Then her phone goes silent afterwards. Shrugging she goes to bed.

It had been a week and ladybug has not showed back up only her kwami. There had been a hand full of minor akumas. They did minimal damage. Paris thanks luck for that. Two weeks and a temporary ladybug shows up. Chat appears less but on time for every akuma attack. The Akuma class have become outcast because of their behavior around the subject of the hospitalized hero.

Week three

"Are you sure you are ready to return?" Kagami asks handing the earrings to Marinette. "Do I have a choice? We are in the Akuma class after all." Marinette responds while making a jester to Chloe. "Utterly ridiculous they try to stop Mayrue they nearly killed ladybug and countless others." Chloe snaps out. "Once we get Hawkmoth we can bring justice for our bug" Luka states continuing a melody. They had all become permanent heros with new costumes after Marinette was allowed visiters. Now that she is allowed to leave to hospital they decided to meet up at her place. Chat/Adrian was invited but he could not be around Marinette for very long without crying. He had gotten better as she got proper prosthetics but originally any time he saw her mechanical, technological parts he cried. Now though Marinette looked and felt almost completely normal if not for the massive amount of strength on her right side. He did explain why he could not do anything to stop Lila and how much he regretted it. Marinette understood and had forgiven him but he had not forgiven himself. Kagami had to be held back by both Luka and Chloe as to not hunt down Gabriel for having Lila spy on his own sun and the fact Lila was blackmailing Adrian by stating one sentence from her would have him under house arrest was enough to have Marinette seeing red. Though the crying boy snapped both the girls out of it.

Chat running by the bakery yelling Akuma was enough to snap Marinette out of her thoughts. Kagami and Marionette went one way while Chloe and Luka went another. They had learned quickly splitting up in groups offered advantages. However not long after heading out Ryuuko pulls Ladybug down within sight of the akuma but also within sight of Hawkmoth. "Inform the others I will keep him busy." Ladybug explains.

The others quickly take out the Akuma but Hawkmoth is quick to make his move too. He manages to stab ladybug through her right shoulder. Marinette felt the pain as one normally would but as soon as Hawkmoth turned his attention to her teammates she pushes forward ripping off his miraculous. Chat rushes forward knocking Gabriel out with his staff. Queen Bee holds chat back and Luka holds Kagami back. Ladybug falls back just barely able to cast the cure befor passing out. Adrian collects all the things related to the miraculous and turns them in. The team decide to reveal their identities as to clear Adrian name and help with the lawsuits Marinette is preparing.

"The broadcast is supposed to air 30 minutes after class starts." Adrian was nervous. This was the first time he were coming back to class since Hawkmoth was defeated. Gorilla and Abby were their fulltime bodyguards now.

"Yeah I'm just hoping the principal corporates with the police." Marinette responds. Adrian nods. They enter the classroom. Many of their classmates say harsh things about the so called traitors but none come close to them in fear of their bodyguards.

When it comes time for the broadcast Ms Bustier makes it a class activity because why not? Only for the class to stare in shock at the the back row of their class. Marinette, Adrian, and Chloe continue to ignore their class as they ask questions. Ms Bustier tries to scold them for "not taking part in class discussion"

"Why the hell should my client disclose any information to a bunch of incompetent self righteous idiots who nearly killed ladybug!" Chloe's bodyguard snaps. Nino looks horrified. Juleka covers her mouth in shock. The pen in Nathaniels hand snaps. Ms Bustier looks taken back "My students wou never-" the door slams open. "Alya Cesaire and Lila Rossi are to come with us impatiently. If you refuse we will take you by force. You have been deemed a threat to those around you" The man said. He clearly was not an officer but the man behind him is. Alya yells something about diplomatic immunity. "Alya Cesaire and Lila Rossi you are under arrest for attempted murder." The officer states while the man beside him just looks exasperated. "We only did it because we thought she was Mayrue! We only locked her in a closet!" Someone yells. "A closet in a building you knew the Akuma was targeting. If she had not of sent her Kwami through the air vents the Akuma would not have been stopped. If she had not gotten out dozens of people would have died including her. In case you have forgotten the miraculous cure did not fix anything that happened during that time because there was not a ladybug to case it so those people are still healing." The man states. "She looks perfectly fine now" Kim says. Chloe takes off part of Marinettes mechanical are and "yeet"s it at Kim's desk were it breaks in two. "Life saving risky surgery" is all Chloe says while picking up and returning Marinette hand. "As for the rest of you. You will give statements then head straight home unless told otherwise. Your parents are being contacted as we speak."

Nino, Nathaniel, Sabrina, and Juleka were allowed to stay. Ms. Bustier had to leave for the day. As it turned out the only one that had any idea what had happened was Nino who thought he had convinced his girlfriend not to act on what Lila said. Nino had no idea anything had happened that day until that moment. He believed Marinette stayed to help people because that is who she is. Ms. Bustier is fired as a teacher and brought up on charges of neglect as no teacher or adult for that matter could be that blindof all of what went on inform of them.

Nino gains temporary Miraculous. Nathaniel becomes Foxie. Juleka becomes Bunbun. They all continue to be heros for different reasons.

The classmates directly involved go though the justice system. Those that helped plan or just knew about it were sent to different schools for troubled teens.

[thequeenofmyownscreen]

Thirteen things I noted about CR2E48 “Homeward Bound” and the Talks Machina about it :

Sam's ad : i don't want to see those videos, Sam Riegel !!!! (I'm always amazed on how he doesn't have self-esteem and he knows what's good for comedy). Travis looks like he regrets all his choices in life that lead him to this table ; Marisha : "Don't let Travis lie to you, he's got a half-er" Oh I'm dying. This is the worst/best one yet.

Caleb still pretending he isn't interested in the huge mage tower on the quay, and asking questions about it "but just Beau and Fjord's interest, you see". Chef's kiss.

Travis RPing Fjord and his fish is amazing. This is why he went to acting school.

Nott : "Beau is horribly abrasive to talk to and sometimes look at." Jester : "That's not true ! (To Beau) You're beautiful and you're also really nice." Beau winks and blows her kiss ??? Hello ?????? Did I just witness a ship sailing ????

I get why Caleb was extremely mistrustful of this wizard, given his dealings with wizards (aka, The Torture and The Fire). However, if they're someone to trust, it's his teammates ! But I guess that's what it is to live with trauma. Sometimes there are steps that are too big, that come to fast.

Beau : "Worst case scenario, flash a guy, see what happens !"

I forgot that Beau hadn't told the whole truth about the Cobalt Soul and Dairon to the others...

Man, that scene between Beau and Caleb. Marisha and Liam are so good together, no matter what context. Also so funny to see after Bowlgate, they got closer, but still, in this fight, they were doing the exact same thing : they just couldn't understand what the other was saying, because they were talking about two different things while thinking they were on the same conversation.

What the fuck is going in Felderwin ? The damage is more extensive that what the rumours made !... And why are two archmages of the Cerberus Assembly in the town ?

My thoughts at the end : "wait... Brenatto ? I know that name, why do I know that name... ? Why does Sam has his extremely serious face on, that will definitely make me cry ?? What weird magic the guy is talking about ? WHAT IS THIS CHAIR. WHAT IS NOTT TALKING ABOUT, HER SON ???? AAAAAAAAH"

Sam Riegel is a crazy motherfucker that cannot be trusted and I love him

The chair questions continue on Talks, while Matt looks at the camera like he's on The Office and regrets everything he's ever did.

Matt reveals that the Mighty Nein meeting Yussa was a huge improv on his part, because he forgot they would maybe try to go in the magic tower, while prepping for the session. And that's how amazing he is : it doesn't show at all !!!!

[cankarmawrite]

Undercover AU - Planning

So far, Beau had considered her mission a success.

She’d been laying low in a Milan safe-house after completing a covert information recovery mission. There had been some brief firefight after tripping an alarm she hadn’t noticed before, but Beau made it out of the diplomat’s villa with the information she was tasked with retrieving and her life. That was all she could really ask for at the end of the day, and for now, it was enough.

After downloading the information from the small device- a Jester Lavorre original- she began the tedious process of encrypting the data with her personal cipher. About 45 minutes into her encryption, a small notification flashed in the corner of her screen. Something had set off one of the various motion detectors around the safe-house. Her fingers stilled on the keyboard and pulled up the camera feeds for the property. Something- or someone- moved just at the edges of the back patio camera’s field of view.

Her senses immediately when on high alert, hand reaching for the pistol strapped to the bottom of the desk where she sat. Beau was certain she hadn’t been followed all the way here, and none of her fellow agents were supposed to approach because she’d activated the signal that meant it was in use. This had to be someone else.

Beau completed the familiar process of checking her gun over. The weight of the metal and roughness of the grip comforted her as she crouched and approached one of the windows from the side. Even with the wooden blinds drawn shut, there was still a thin area between each slat where she could peer out at the world safely. 

When she was sure nothing was there, Beau exhaled a slow breath and began to move to the next window, flicking the kitchen lights on as she went to draw attention away from the direction she was moving. She thought about checking the camera feeds again, but was stopped by a slow, patterned knock at the front door. 

It wasn’t a pattern used by the CIA, but somehow it was still familiar to her. As she approached the front door, gun held aloft and steady, Beau clicked the safety off and rolled her shoulders to relax them. She always pulled her shots when her body got too tense in the heat of the moment. 

She must’ve taken long enough to answer the intruder’s knocking because the pattern was repeated again, this time a little more forcefully. Something clicked in her brain the second time she heard the pattern, a distant fuzzy memory from her chaotic Amsterdam mission three years ago. 

“It can’t be…”

The whisper escaped before she could think to hold it back. Her usually steady hands shook as she undid multiple locks on the front door before throwing it open without care or caution. 

Holy fuck, it is her.

“Beau…I finally found you.” 

That’s all Yasha had the energy to say before she collapsed in a bloodied heap on Beau’s doorstep, the various weapons hidden across her body clanking loudly as her body hit the stone tile floor. 

“Yash!” 

Beau immediately rushed to the injured woman’s side, taking a moment to look over the state her former...friend was in. 

Yasha looked like she’d been through hell and back. Dark bruises and various scrapes were covering the pale expanse of skin exposed by the black tank top she wore. Beau noticed wetness pooling at her knee and grunted as she flipped Yasha on her side to see what was producing all this blood. 

There was a deep bullet wound in Yasha’s lower back bleeding steadily, which made her think the other woman had removed the projectile some time ago and hadn’t stopped to patch herself up. The bullet wound wasn’t what caught Beau’s attention though.

With an uneasy feeling rising in her stomach, Beau began bunching Yasha’s shirt up to expose more of her back, and more of what Beau thought she’d seen. 

Scars. Tons of them crisscrossing Yasha’s back in a jagged patchwork of raised pink skin and faded white lines. Most of them were new, which brought tears to her eyes. What had Yasha been through in the years since she’d left Beau alone in a hotel room in Paris with nothing but a hastily scribbled note on her pillow?

Beau shook herself from her memories and rose to fetch the medical kit from the bathroom, her blood-covered hands fumbling with supplies as she grabbed anything she could think of to help save Yasha. 

After a few minutes of cleaning and packing the few deepest wounds, Beau sat back on her heels and looked over her handy work. She’d stitched a few things up the best she could, but her sutures were nowhere near as good as what Caduceus would have done. The neatness of stitches aside, she was fairly sure Yasha would survive the night. 

Beau didn’t sleep that whole night. 

---

That happened days ago. She’d returned to the US with a very nervous Yasha by her side, bringing the woman into the CIA with her where the former Angel of Irons Operative had announced her intentions to defect and requested asylum. The Directors of the CIA had flat out refused to help. They didn't even grant Yasha asylum, simply their assurance that no action would be taken against her by the CIA while she was on American soil. Beau was obviously upset by this and, after verbally berating the Directors, had received a suspension of her field privileges.

Beau took two days of leave to make sure Yasha was safe and being looked after by trusted friends. When she returned, it was like watching a storm cloud tear through the office. She scowled and snapped at friendly faces, disobeyed simple orders, and told off the Directors...again.

Now Dairon was watching Beau in the training room as she sparred with some newer agents, though spar was a generous word in this case. The senior agent could tell Beau was taking her anger at the Directors out on the younger agents she was supposed to be mentoring. They’d decided to step in and allow Beau to work some frustration out, but hadn’t been ready for the fury behind Beau’s strikes. She was sloppier than normal, had let in a few hits that normally would have been easy blocks, things that concerned Dairon immensely.  

“Do you remember the oath you took?”

Beau does, of course, but she doesn’t give Dairon any indication that she’s heard them. After gritting her teeth, Beau's fists fly forwards in a quick series of jabs aimed at some of the trigger points Dairon drilled into her head early on, though the blows are easily deflected by the seasoned fighter.

"You're acting like a love-sick teen." 

She wants to throw a punch at Dairon for that comment, but she doesn’t. Instead, she lifts her chin defiantly and swipes at her nose with a single taped hand. Crimson immediately spreads across the white material wrapped there. Dairon shakes their head and deflects more sloppy hooks and uppercuts.

“You’re being reckless. You’re better than this Beauregard.”

This time Beau crouches and feints a sweep of Dairon’s legs- which her mentor falls for- before launching herself up at Dairon with a quick one-two combo that catches them in their solar plexus and across the jaw. 

Her fist is pulled back to strike again when Dairon dives at Beau’s knees and sends them both tumbling to the mat below. The younger agent squirms underneath, attempting to break Dairon’s pin with a variety of techniques. When learned techniques fail, Beau resorts to just blindly trying to land a hit. One flailing limb strikes Dairon where a bullet recently passed through and they hiss in pain before moving to pin Beau’s fists by her head. 

“Enough Beauregard! Enough...” 

The agent above her was breathing heavily from the exertion of the fight. They still hadn’t been officially cleared by medical staff for training, but Dairon felt a personal responsibility for Beau's well-being and that meant making sure their young friend didn't make any rash decisions. 

Beau finally gives in with a shout of frustration and lets her head fall back against the mat. Her usually bright blue gaze is dark with frustration and heavy with tears that refuse to fall.  

"I have to do something Dai...I can't stay silent knowing what I do about the Angel of Irons."

Darion sighed as they stood, grimacing in pain as they offered a hand to Beau. “Please don’t throw your career...your life away for some trivial-” 

The younger woman ignored Dairon's offered hand and instead executed a kip-up that would have made her mentor proud any other day. Beau was so familiar with the physics of the move and the strength of her own body that it hardly took any conscious thought. Beau was in Dairon's face the moment their feet hit the mat again, blue eyes blazing with a determination the older agent hadn't seen in a while.

“You don’t get to decide what’s trivial to me Dairon. I’m going to do the right thing, even if the agency won’t support me.“

Dairon’s eyes hold an expression of quiet regret and something that might be fear, but Beau doesn’t stay long enough to psychoanalyze. She hears her former mentor call after her once, but Beau doesn't spare a glance back. 

The sound of the metal doors slamming shut behind Beauregard's retreating form echoes in Dairon’s mind for months. 

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“Beau, are you sure about this? You know we support you one hundred percent, but this could be suicide if we aren’t prepared.”

The woman in question turned to Fjord with a sigh, he was one of the people she’d known longest in this business. A talented former Navy Seal who’d left the service after one of his teammates sold information to the enemy and helped lead an attack on the base where his teammates slept. Fjord’s mentor, Vandren, had been killed during the raid on their compound, and Fjord had nearly lost his own life as well.

“Then we’ll be prepared Fjord, we can’t sit here and do nothing. The CIA flat out refused to help even though Yasha was requesting asylum.” She frowned and took a steadying breath, now was not the time to lose her temper...again. 

“I won’t reveal everything I know about the Angel of Irons, that’s Yasha’s story to tell, but I will tell you that I will still try to do this, even if none of you come.”

The half-orc frowned at that and laid a friendly hand on Beau’s tense shoulder, “You are not going alone, Beau. I believe you...I just don’t want this to be a repeat of Am-”

“Yeah yeah yeah, Amsterdam. That wasn’t totally my fault-”

“The car in the canal Beau.”

“Hey! There was no one in the other car and I paid for the damages myself.” She huffed, brushing Fjord’s hand off her shoulder as she moved back towards the center of the room where planning was already in progress. 

Another set of hands settled on Beau’s shoulders as she took a seat in a folding chair by the blueprints that were already covered in scribble and symbols from various people. This time they were blue and smelled faintly of burnt wiring and gunpowder. 

“Beauuu...Fjord is just being a party-pooper. I already have some super cool things in the workshop, aaaand Veth and I still haven’t found a system in the world that can keep us out so this will be easy-peasy.” Jester chattered happily away in Beau’s ear as she used those magical thumbs to massage all of the tension from her shoulders. 

After a few minutes of listening to Jester talk about the latest system updates she installed to help this operation run more smoothly, how her mother was doing, and what kinds of cereal she'd bought to stock the safehouse, Beau patted one of Jester's hands twice to signal that she was okay now.

"Thanks, Jessie."

"Oh! Caddy said that Yasha was patched up all nicely before he left. She's been sleeping for a while so you should go check on her." This statement was accompanied by a very heavy-handed wink from Jester, which of course drew an exaggerated eye-roll from Beau.

"I'm going, I'm going." 

Jester's devious snickers followed Beau as she headed upstairs to check on Yasha, wholly unaware of the small post-it note on her back that said, "Kiss me."