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blackbat05 · 3 years

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You’re the best to me

Dad Shangqi x Mom Reader

A/N: Well! This idea came out pretty quickly! I guess some of these experiences are what I experienced with my dad and I thought hey, why not spread some joy into these fics? It may be a bit different from what I originally planned but I really hope that you guys like it!🙇🏽‍♀️ <University Blues> is kinda like a prequel to this?

Genre: PG 13

Warnings: Rude parents, subtle racism in between the lines (please everyone, in this difficult time, we could treat one another nicely) and if you consider Shangqi absolutely adoring his little Princess a warning and just being a supportive Sports Dad in general than suree haha👍🏽

The arena was filled with noise as the Xu family stepped in. Little Xu Xiayi was clearly nervous as she gripped her father’s hand tightly. It was natural of course, because she would be competing in her first competition.

Shangqi bends down, adjusting his daughter’s taekwondo uniform. ‘How we feeling?’ Placing his hand against her heart he gasps dramatically for god measure, ‘Wow there’s a train in there!’ It did work for a few seconds as he manages to elicit a tiny smile.

‘You nervous?’

‘A little,’ Xiayi fiddles with her belt. How he wished he could take away the nerves for his baby girl. But if there was one thing he learnt from his own father, once you’re on the stage, you have to learn how to handle the nerves. Still he was aware that his girl was only 7 years old and was just starting out in competitive martial arts.

‘Baobei, look at me.’ He sees her brown eyes that she had inherited from him. ‘Whatever the result may be, as long as you gave it your all, me and your mama will be very proud of you.’

You bend down, huddling together with your two favorite people. ‘Baba is right, whatever the outcome, we know you tried your very best!’ In an effort to make Xiayi less nervous, you squeeze your baby in a big bear hug. Just then her number is called with another girl who was at least half a head taller.

‘Go Xiayi!’ You cheered, giving her a good luck kiss while Shangqi fist bumps her small hands. As she walks away, you notice Shangqi smiling to himself.

‘What’s in there mister?’ You teased. ‘Sad to see your little treasure finally being free?’

Your husband rolls his eyes as he slings his arm across your shoulder, trying to find seats among the other parents in the stands. ‘You wish. As long as I’m alive, Xiayi will never be free from me. I’m just happy to see Xiayi being such a strong girl. I was able to do something for her that I couldn’t do for my sister.’

You knew about the siblings’ rough childhood. ‘I’m sure Xialing would be proud of her niece. She told me she really wanted to come but something held her up back in Macau. She sends her best.’

The two of you manage to find pretty decent seats near where Xiayi was competing. And it looks like both the girl’s parents came too. Let’s just say you didn’t like the haughty looks on their faces. Still, you and Shangqi remained civil.

The match was more intense than you expected. And you felt yourself glowing with pride seeing how Xiayi matched up against the girl. As the two of you settled into your seats, more curious parents came by to see who was this unknown wonder kid. A mom with two other kids in tow tells you that Xiayi’s opponent is the number two seed in the draw.

But you knew Shangqi and you couldn’t agree with him more - matches were meant to have upsets. Seeding was just another thing of the past.

Throughout the match, both girls couldn’t break away. Until now. Xiayi manages to get a well-aimed kick at her head, helping her to break away from the tied score.

Time-out. The two went to the benches below the stands, taking much needed sips of water. Shangqi motions for me to stay put as the other girl’s parents rush to her. Xiayi needs to stay focused.

Just then, the girl’s father makes a comment to his daughter that causes your blood to rise in temperature. ‘Hurt her if you have to. Make sure that Chinese girl doesn’t stand a chance.’

Your head whips to Shangqi. He’s heard it too and boy, you have never seen him that pissed off before. But he won’t blow up now. For Xiayi, he must stay cool. He still tells her one thing before she gets back on the map.

‘Stay cool. Do what you’ve been doing.’

You could not bear the intensity that was unfolding in front of your eyes. For god sake this was just a children’s match! Shutting your eyes, you lean into your husband, praying for the best. You prayed that your little baby would show those arrogant assholes that they were wrong. That they should not have messed with the daughter of a martial arts master.

‘Babe, you don’t want to miss this.’ Shangqi nudges you, giving you the confidence you needed to see it through.

And Xiayi’s done it. She’s managed to do a roundhouse kick to the girl’s chest plate, taking home the win.

‘XU XIAYI!!!’ You grabbed Shangqi, jumping up and down in joy. Your girl had just caused a major upset in her very first tournament.

If you were ecstatic, Shangqi was over the freaking moon. He flew down the steps of the stands, letting Xiayi run into his arms before lifting her up and attacking her in kisses.

‘Hey! Hahaha! Baba stop! It tickles!’ You smile fondly at the wonderful sight in front of you. Suddenly, all these fears that Shangqi had of not being a good father, becoming like his dad who was filled with nothing but hatred just went out of the window at this very moment.

A loud crash is heard behind the father-daughter duo. Xiayi’s opponent throws her bag down in anger, storming ahead of her mother who is left to pick up her forgotten bag as the father walks beside to appease his own daughter. He sees the three of you celebrating and decides to continue to make the parade of uncalled comments. Shangqi tells you to take Xiayi away first.

‘She got lucky you know? No small sized Asian brat can beat our champ.’ Shangqi wonders, he wouldn’t exactly seek his father for advice but what would he do? He decides to walk forward, extending a hand. The other man is puzzled that Shangqi didn’t flip out completely but eventually takes his hand.

Shangqi sees the two of you from the corner of his eyes. No one insults his family and gets away with it. No one will undermine his daughter’s efforts because she’s different from others. With that in mind, he attacks every pressure point that he was taught, refusing to let the other hand go. Obviously the man couldn’t do anything as his daughter was watching this standoff, ‘Daddy what are you doing! Let’s go!’

‘Hold on a second hon-’ He leans forward, possibly to beg Shangqi to release his hand before it gets severed due to blood loss. But Shangqi beats him to it, ‘If I ever hear you say anything like that three feet within my daughter and wife you son of a bitch, your hands won’t be the one in pain.’

The man nods meekly, on the verge of crying out loud. Once Shangqi lets him go, the obnoxious family got out of the arena faster than you could say ‘Cheese’.

‘Baba! That was so cool! You’ve got to teach me that so that I can teach the boys in my school a lesson not to pick on me and Jenny!’ Xiayi runs into him, wrapping her small arms around his waist. He turns to you for answers only for you to mouth, she knew.

Although Xiayi was just a kid, but she was very perceptive. For now, Shangqi doesn’t want that incident interrupting his kid’s moment of glory. So he settles with a, ‘Sure baobei, baba will teach you one day.’ He bobs her crinkled nose.

You decide to interrupt. ‘Now I usually don’t allow this, but who wants boba?’

At this moment, you wondering if you were raising one or two children. ‘Last one out of here is a dumpling!’ Shangqi pretends to sprint ahead with Xiayi running after her father, leaving you behind.

How blessed were you, when this man popped into your life. All because you ran into him on a basketball court years ago?

With Xiayi now, there will definitely be ups and downs, but you felt that as long Shangqi was there with you, nothing felt too much.

A/N: Omg I have no idea how this turned out from the idea in my head HAHA😬 I hope it’s alright! Not an expert in taekwondo or martial arts in general so I tried to rack some basic information that is buried deep in my brain. As always, like and comment if you wish and thank you for reading!❤️

Special shout-out to @wint3r-h3art @crazycookiecrumbles @ntlmundy for encouraging me to write this piece that I had in my brain within such a short span of time! I thought that maybe you would like to read it the moment it comes out🙆🏽‍♀️

#shang chi #shangqi imagine #xu shangqi #shangqi x reader #shang chi x reader #shangqi #mcu phase 4 #simu liu

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makeste · 4 years

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BnHA Chapter 294: A Half-Assed Escape

Previously on BnHA: Mirio was all “SURPRISE I’M BACK THANKS TO OUR RESIDENT SEVEN-YEAR-OLD WHO RECENTLY EARNED HER BACHELOR’S OF BEING A TOTAL BADASS.” Kacchan was all, “you know what, Dabi’s been trending long enough, time to remind the fandom what a real G looks like,” and he blasted his little bleeding body back into the fray and was all “FROM HERE ON OUT CALL ME DYNAMIGHT!!” Mirio was all, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... oh, you’re serious,” and Kacchan was all “!!”, and so that’s the story of how my son got murdered twice in one day. Meanwhile in the Todoroki Drama Zone, Deku was all “STOP MURDERING MY FRIEND” and Dabi was all “THAT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS” and fandom had a whole big debate about Whether Or Not Dabi Trying To Murder Deku’s Friends And Mentors Is Any Of Deku’s Business, which went exactly how you think it went. Anyway, so then Deku yelled at Dabi, and Endeavor was all moved by his manly words and randomly went to go uppercut Machia in the chin. And, seeing as how the Momoserum finally chose that exact moment to kick in, Machia is now down for the count.

Today on BnHA: The Miriosquad handles the Nearly High End Noumus, freeing up Jeanist to jasphyxiate (okay that one doesn’t really work so well) the rest of the League. Compress is all “TIME FOR THIS MILD-MANNERED SIDE CHARACTER VILLAIN TO SHINE”, except that by “shine” what he actually means is “use his quirk to punch a literal hole right through his own ass to free himself.” The rest of the chapter is basically just a back and forth between him and Jeanist, with Jeanist trying to recapture him, and Compress repeatedly thwarting him by chopping more holes out of himself because HE’S FRESH OUT OF FUCKS, AND THE ONES AT THE STORE ARE ALL SOLD OUT, MOTHERFUCKERS. Anyway, so with Compress basically dying and all, Horikoshi is all “you know what that means”, and delivers a freshly-baked villain flashback revealing that Compress is a descendant of Harima Ouji, a.k.a. the Peerless Thief, a.k.a. some famous guy whom Gentle mentioned this one time for like two seconds back in the day. The chapter ends with Compress finally demasking himself and dumping Tomura back onto the ground, a.k.a. The Worst Possible Place For Tomura To Be. ( •﹏•)

WHY IS CRUST HERE YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD

-- OH WAIT, SHIT. OH

AIZAWAAAA you’re alive and receiving medical help thank GOD. HOW MANY EYES DO YOU HAVE. AND MIRKO!! HOW MANY LIMBS DO YOU HAVE, OMG

so is this Aizawa dreaming about Crust’s final moments, then?? jesus. with All Due Respect to Crust’s memory, does Aizawa not already have enough misplaced guilt on his conscience as it is?? “nope, we’re gonna keep piling it on. that’s all he is now. three limbs, an indeterminate number of eyes, sexy hair, and Guilt” well shit

motherfucker y’all really out here placing an oxygen mask on Gran Torino’s corpse. fucking shounen characters. each one comes with a lifetime warranty

DAMN YOU HORIKOSHI WHY DO YOU KEEP SHOWING THESE CLOSE-UPS OF HAWKS’S UNCONSCIOUS FACE ALL WHUMPED OUT AND EXHAUSTED. HOW MUCH MORE OF THIS ARE WE GOING TO GET. ARE YOU PLANNING ON KILLING ME WITH THE UPCOMING CONVALESCENCE ARC, BECAUSE IF SO, AT LEAST HAVE THE DECENCY TO TELL ME AHEAD OF TIME SO I CAN MAKE A WILL

for a moment I considered going back and checking my previous recaps to count how many times I’ve already made a joke about Dabi’s fire incinerating Hawks’s wings but not touching so much as a hair on his five o’clock shadow, so that I could calculate whether or not I could possibly get away with making that same joke one more time. but then I realized I could just do it in this kind of roundabout way I’m doing right now instead. so there you have it

FFFFFFFMT LADY AND MIDNIGHT NOOOOO

PLEASE BE ALIVE. PLEASE RESPECT THE SIGN ON THE FRONT OF THE BUILDING. THE ONE THAT SAYS “NO LADY CHARACTERS ALLOWED TO DIE”, WITH THE FINE PRINT AT THE BOTTOM “AT LEAST NOT UNTIL HORIKOSHI GIVES US LIKE TWENTY-SIX MORE OF THEM FIRST IF THAT’S THE WAY HE WANTS TO PLAY IT.” IT’S A GOOD SIGN, PLEASE RESPECT ITS WISHES!!

so anyway though, Jeanist is giving a speech about how god knows how many people all worked together to bring Machia down. and now RHA is getting in on those fabric puns too, I see. “A SINGLE STRAND MAY BE THIN BUT TOGETHER THEY FORM A STRONG ROPE” oh so you think you guys are funny eh? I’m a frayed knot

MEANWHILE EXCUSE ME BUT WHY ARE YOU FUCKING CRYING BLOOD, HOLY SHIT

fffffff. so much for him taking over as the Number One once all this is over. so let’s just recap real quick, because Horikoshi has long since made it clear that one of his plot goals for this arc is to wipe out every single member of the Billboard Top Ten. so how we doin?

Endeavor - was just figuratively eviscerated in front of the entire nation by his homicidal zombiepunk son. also burnt half to death and possibly down a lung. will almost certainly be forced to retire after this one way or the other

Hawks - lying prettily in a medical tent. wings status: gone. hair status: still perfect

Jeanist - WELL I THOUGHT HE WAS FINE BUT APPARENTLY HE’S OUT HERE DYING, JESUS CHRIST

Edgeshot - MIA, last seen fighting Re-Destro. I really want him to have kicked RD’s ass because fuck that guy, but realistically they probably fought to a draw at best

Mirko - alive but in critical condition and missing something like 1.5 limbs

Crust - dead, currently haunting Aizawa’s traumatized dreams. now he’s gonna be triggered the rest of his life by people giving him the thumbs up, THANKS A LOT

Kamui Woods - was set on fire which is His Weakness. thoughts and prayers

Wash - last seen floating hospital patients to safety as Tomura’s wave of decay descended towards him. probably dead ffff

Old Man Samurai - haven’t seen this fucker in a hot minute, who even knows where he’s wandered off to

Ryuukyuu - currently being treated for her wounds, looked pretty bad off. but it’s hard to tell how hurt she is since most of the injuries were acquired in her transformed state. SHE BETTER GET WELL SOON

anyways, so yeah. so much for the top ten. guess that’s another reason Horikoshi brought Mirio back now, huh

so there’s a big panel of everyone fighting the Noumu while Machia lies there all “blurgh.” good riddance my dude. it took like twenty chapters and a hundred people to stop this guy so I really fucking hope he stays down. you’ve had your fun

anyway so Jeanist is sending another steel thread towards Dabi! and he’s all “just a bit more!!” fklklj this is gonna go real well isn’t it

meanwhile Mirio’s fighting a Nearly High End with all of these weird rock formations jutting out of its skin. go on and kick his ass then, Mirio

“each of these guys is probably just as strong as the Noumu from Kyuushuu” hold on I thought Ujiko or Tomura or someone said that wasn’t the case? not that Mirio would know I suppose. anyways let’s just hope he’s wrong cuz if not these kids are probably screwed

kLSDKFHLSKHGLKLK OH MY GODDDD

IIDA FUCKING TENYA YOU’RE A PEACH. THINKS THE NAME IS OUTRAGEOUS, CHECK. USES IT ANYWAY, CHECK. “JUST BECAUSE I DON’T UNDERSTAND DOESN’T MEAN I CAN’T BE SUPPORTIVE.” WHAT A CLASS ACT

AND KACCHAN IS RESPONDING WITH AS MUCH DIGNITY AS HE CAN MUSTER

WOW, SON. IT’S ALMOST AS THOUGH YOU HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO, OR SOMETHING!! although listen up, real talk, the fact that Kacchan of all people can’t muster the energy to yell at someone questioning his ability to kick ass is HIGHKEY troubling and we may be in need of an intervention here soon :/

now Jeanist is finally turning his attention to the League! was... was it not already on the League. omg

ACTUAL SCREAMING AHHHHHH FUCK FUCKLK LK AHHLKHKFFFF

hey so um. what the actual fucked up hell. my soul left my body. imagine if you saw the reflection of this panel on your bedroom window. you would never sleep again

OKAY RHA TRANSLATORS ARE YOU HAVING YOURSELF A LAUGH AGAIN

THIS CANNOT BE WHAT HE’S ACTUALLY SAYING RIGHT. BUT IT’S RIGHT IN THAT UNCANNY VALLEY OF NOT BEING QUITE SURE, THOUGH... (　ﾟдﾟ)

(ETA: just a next-day clarification here, apparently my sleep-deprived ADHD word-skipping brain completely skipped right over the “a” in that last panel, so what I read was, “and Shigaraki’s limp noodle.” so yeah, the moral of this story is always read the speech bubble carefully before you start making running jokes throughout the rest of your post, folks.)

oh wow he’s really freaking out lmao

to be fair though, I’d argue that Dabi has gotten pre-tty close at this point :’) thrilled for him, really I am

but anyway, well then figure something out you big dramatic robot-armed fiend. didn’t you just say you could touch your own ass? can you not just Compress yourself to break free?? does it not work on you? or would you be stuck afterwards lol

(ETA: I was picturing him compressing his entire body at once, not just chunks of it. ghhhlkh.)

holy shit Jeanist. are you stupidly trying to cut off their air, or are you going for more of a sleeper hold (jleeper hold??) thing instead. the latter would be way smarter and faster and probably safer as well just saying

but unless Spinner is just being super dramatic, it sure looks like he’s fucking strangling them djslkjlk. this will certainly cement his popularity among the villain stans. good thing you’re not running for office any time soon bud

anyway so I have no idea what these guys are trying to do now. what is this

do you even have till the count of 5 at this rate. I mean

OH MY GOODNESS

HE’S REALLY FUCKING DOING IT!! HE’S COMPRESSING HIS BUTT!! OMFG. TOMURA HIDE YOUR NOODLE!!!

WHAT THE FUCK

DID YOU COMPRESS A PIECE OF YOUR OWN ASS. FUCKING WHAT. PUT THIS MAN’S PICTURE IN THE DICTIONARY NEXT TO THE WORD “LOYALTY”, HOLY CRAP

HOLY SHIT COMPRESS

“HOLY SHIT DID THAT GUY JUST PUNCH A HOLE THROUGH HIS OWN ASS IN ORDER TO SAVE HIS VILLAIN PALS. FUCK IT, HE DESERVES TO ESCAPE”

jeez, talk about... A HALF-ASSED ESCAPE ATTEMPT :D :D :D hahaha. but real talk though, Horikoshi has clearly never tried to leap twelve feet straight up in the air multiple times in succession with only half his glutes though. everyone, I regret to inform you that this panel right here on the left may be slightly unrealistic

also where the hell is he going to go?? did you pack a jetpack away in one of those little marbles sir. and what about Dabi?? and Skeptic too, I guess, but we don’t really care about Skeptic

(ETA: at this point I had to stop reading for about two hours because I had to go out and take care of something; that’s also why this is being posted later than usual lol. anyways so where were we.)

oh my lord

the existence of a translator’s note here implies that the earlier line about Compress being able to reach Tomura’s junk was not, in fact, ad-libbed. hmm. hmmmmmmmm

anyway so now he’s grabbing Compress again because OF COURSE HE IS, so now we’re right back to square one! except now Tomura and Spinner are secured inside of little marbles, and presumably Compress is the only one who can release them

oh nevermind he’s just maiming himself again instead, SHEESH

Skeptic a man is dying please have some goddamn respect

so, uh. is he gonna die, though??

I really can’t tell wtf is going on here, this is the most confusing the art has been in a while. Horikoshi put all of his spoons into that creepyass close-up panel earlier, that bastard

OMG WHAT ARE YOU SERIOUS

DON’T FUCKING TELL ME THE “COMPRESS IS RELATED TO THIS THIEF GUY FROM OLDEN TIMES” THEORY IS ACTUALLY TRUE WHAAAAAAT. OH SHIT

so apparently Harima was a Robin Hood type guy who stole from... heroes?? wtf. are heroes the 1% in this scenario. y’all didn’t have any Fortune 500 CEOs to steal from?

THAT’S THE BLOOD THAT FLOWS THROUGH YOU, OH SHIT. and in a related oh shit, the fact that we are getting a Compress flashback now of all times doesn’t bode super well for him. ffff

MEANWHILE THE TODOROKIS ARE STILL TODOROKI-ING

listen here boy if you touch one freaking hair on Shouto’s candy cane head I swear to god --

WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY!!!

SHOUTO NOOOOOO. WTF YOU’RE LITERALLY THE ONE GUY WHOSE WEAKNESS IS ABSOLUTELY NOT SUPPOSED TO BE FIRE. DABI YOU SHIT, YOU BETTER WATCH YOURSELF!! I’M PRINTING OUT A COPY OF THAT COMPRESS PANEL!!! KEEP AN EYE OUT ON THAT BEDROOM WINDOW YOU PUNK!!!

SO NOW POOR SHOUTO IS UNCONSCIOUS AND FALLING!! SOMEONE SAVE HIM!! WHO CATCHES THE CATCHER

COMPRESS LITERALLY HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE RIGHT NOW, WHAT IS HAPPENING

PLEASE DON’T CALL TOMURA LEADER OF THE “PLF” YOU KNOW I CAN’T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY WHEN YOU DO THAT. ARE YOU DYING. ARE YOU JUST A FUCKING HEAD NOW WTF

(ETA: “masks are removable, makeste” you know what it’s been a long day okay lmao. or I suppose Compress is really the one who is lmao.)

GASPPPPPP

okay. okay. looooool okay then

WHY WERE YOU COVERING THIS SEXY MOP OF HAIR UNDER THAT HOOD YOU TOOL. IT WOULD HAVE LOOKED SO GOOD WITH THE TOP HAT. I’M SO MAD AT YOU RIGHT NOW

as if it wasn’t enough for him to demask himself, he also had to get all shirtless and then do this weird attempt at a sexypose too huh

hard to say exactly how much of his torso is currently missing, but safe to say that’s proooooooobably not good. :///// fuck

on the other hand, Kacchan also has a torso hole and he’s still flying around like he just drank a dozen red bulls, so

this man lost his ass and he’s still out here monologuing like it’s the last two minutes of The Prestige. one might say he is monologuing his ass off

so he let Spinner and Tomura free, but is Dabi still trapped in his marble?? wasn’t he all on fire and stuff?? hopefully he can still turn off his quirk in there because if not that’s a pretty fucked up way to die. somewhere out there Snatch’s ghost is all “YEAH I’LL SAY.” oh how the turntables

last but not least, sooooooo. Tomura. back on the ground. that’s. um. ...shiiiiiiiit

#bnha 294 #mr. compress #...and actually that's pretty much it lol #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #sorry this is up later than usual (and mostly unedited as well)#just one of those days

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mizunetzu · 4 years

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hey mark uhhh suck my dick that’s the request

no HAHAHA but I’m sure Iida will do it innnn *drum roll*

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Iida x reader - Iida Tenya’s Imaginary Boyfriend (pt.2)

⚠️warnings - none

Pronouns - male, he/him

Part one can be found here!

The true ending can be found here! (Pt.3)

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“Alright,” Kaitekina flipped open her sketchbook, setting it back down on the easel. “Who’s going to describe something to me?”

Everyone gestured at Iida.

“I apologize once more,” Iida scrunched up his fists in his lap. “I do not wish to-“

“C’mon, Iida!” Uraraka grasped onto the sleeve of Iida’s school blazer. “You’ve been sulking for a month about this ‘(L/n)-kun’ guy! You need some sort of comfort! Or better yet-closure!”

“I am completely fine! In fact, I see him every night, and that is enough for me! Now, I do not wish to be here, and I have nothing to describe!”

Everyone fell silent. Uraraka voice was barely above a whisper. “Every night..?”

Iida sat back down, bowing slightly in apology for yelling. He said nothing. Todoroki looked down, before looking at Iida.

“If you do this one thing, we’ll let you go and we’ll never speak about it again. Just this once and we’ll leave it at that.”

Iida thought for a moment. He absentmindedly picked at the metal frame of his watch with his thumb and forefinger. Just this once couldn’t hurt. How accurate can a drawing be?

“Fine.” Iida visibly relaxed. “Just this once.”

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“So, are you describing a boy or a girl today?”

Kaitekina’s voice was smooth like butter. Her eyes, once a chocolate brown, delved pink, bright and demanding. It was probably a side effect to her quirk activating.

Iida’s lips turned up into the faintest of smiles. A sheepish one. “I’m describing my boyfriend...”

Uraraka and Midoryia choked back a shocked gasp, while Todoroki simply raised his eyebrows. Nonetheless, they gawked at Iida like he was crazy.

Kaitekina cooed. “D’aww...how long have you two been dating?”

“Almost 5 months now.” Iida seemed more calm than before. You could almost say he was happy finally talking about his baggage. He rubbed his thumb across the glass of his watch discreetly. Kaitekina looked away from her sketch to eye the dull red watch contained under Iida’s blazer.

“What’s that red thing you keep touching under your jacket? Is that a watch?”

Iida sat quiet for a moment, before pulling up his sleeve and raising his arm. There revealed a dirty, cheap red watch, cloudy but functional. He tugged at the strap, watching as it unraveled and tumbled down onto his lap.

“It was something my boyfriend wore everyday. He wore it everyday since the start of the school year. He said he’d always cherish it, so I’m...cherishing it for him.”

“This isn’t the original one he owned though, that one...disappeared. I bought this one to keep with me where ever I go.”

The woman hummed, taking note of something on a sticky note stuck to the edge of her easel. It was most likely details to add or emphasize in the portrait.

“Can you tell me like-the shape of his face?”

“Angelic.”

Iida didn’t say anything else after that. Kaitekina waited for him to go on.

“Oh-forgive me. Round face, and his hair was a (h/c)-ish shade. It was always kept rather short/long.”

“You keep saying ‘was’. Is he no longer with us?”

Iida narrowed his eyes. Uraraka, Midoryia, and Todoroki eagerly awaited his answer, not-so-subtly staring him down. “It’s...it’s difficult to explain. But in simpler terms, he isn’t here with me anymore. Or he never was. I cannot seem to tell anymore.”

Those last parts came out as a whisper. More like he was saying it to himself, rather than to the sketch artist infront of him.

“I’m...sorry.” Kaitekina stopped drawing for a second to offer her condolences. Iida shrugged.

“...I am too.”

“Um-can you describe his eyes for me?”

“It was a bright (e/c)-color.” Iida limply held up his arm, before letting it drop back down on his lap. “They were always kind of squinted, like he was always so carefree. It was one of the things I never understood about him. Beautiful, (e/c) eyes that would stare up at me like I was the world.”

She made a noise of acknowledgement, grabbing (h/c) and (e/c) pastels scattered across her desk. Scribbling down details with her hazey glowing eyes scanning the paper, she looked up again at Iida. “What about his smile-what did it look like when he was smiling?”

“I believe it was his default expression. His lips were on the thinner/thicker side, though he kept telling me he wanted them to be a bit thicker/thinner. And-they were always chapped. I always told him to put on chapstick.” Iida chuckled.

“If you had to choose one thing-and I know it’s hard, but what would you say you miss the most about him?”

Iida fell silent. He stared down at his fingers, halting temporarily. He opened his mouth numerous times to speak, but each time, no words came out.

“His ability to make me smile.”

He said nothing else. Kaitekina inhaled to speak, but let her mouth fall closed, focusing on her drawing once more.

“Can you tell me about him while I finish up?”

Iida nodded. Midoryia, Todoroki, and Uraraka turned towards him, waiting patiently. This was what they were waiting for.

Iida pushed his glasses up with his forefinger. “His name was (L/n)-kun. He went to our school, and actually sat next to me in class-but apparently no one...seemed to remember him. It’s like he disappeared. That, or my delusions delved to the point where I hallucinated a whole five-month relationship with a boy I see every night in my dreams. It’s made me look forward to going to bed. It’s the only thing I want to do these days.”

Iida thought for a moment, before continuing. “He was good friends with these 3 next to me. But they don’t seem to remember him either.”

“It’s alright, though. I’ve grown used to it. I’ll see him again tonight and I can live on with these memories alone.”

A heavy silence filled the small studio. Midoryia contemplated setting a hand on Iidas shoulder, but as he was about to, Kaitekina clasped her hands together.

“So, I believe I’m done. I hope I was able to capture at least a small part of this person you had such an amazing relationship with.” She picked up her sketchbook, walking around her desk towards the 4 kids seated on the couch. “Are you ready to see it?”

Part of Iida didn’t want to look at it. All of his logical beliefs told him people were giving this woman and her quirk too much credit. Besides, how could she possibly know what mountain of complexity (Y/n) held, and capture it into an unworthy piece of fine-tooth paper?

He nodded anyways. She flipped her book around, holding up the displayed page in the sunlight streaming through the window.

“This is what you described to me.”

There stood a charcoal sketch of a beautiful boy, smiling so gently and earnestly. His hand was resting again set his neck and shoulder, a dull red watch strapped tightly to his wrist. There were features Iida swore he never mentioned, like the crease near his left eye, or the dimple that lay just under his cheekbone.

What captured his attention most, was his eyes. It was only pastel, but it shone and demanded attention, even if his eyes were in his usual half-lidded stance. Bright, (e/c), gemstone eyes that Iida fell in love with. Honestly, he could gaze at this picture forever.

This was him. This was his (Y/n).

Uraraka gasped. “Ahhhh! Wow! It looks really good! Ne, is this accura...Iida? You alright..?” Midoryia and Todoroki tore their eyes off the illustration to check out what Uraraka was talking about.

Iida was staring, eyes slightly wide, at the drawing. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it; he didn’t want to. The drawing was more accurate than he’d like to admit. It was as if he was staring at (Y/n) himself.

He didn’t know tears were steaming down his face, until he felt small drops of water pelt down onto his lap. He removed his glasses shakily and wiped his eyes, doing his best not to take his eyes off the sketchbook.

“It’s-“ Iida’s voice cracked along with the seam of his heart. “It’s very accurate, you should be proud of the business you own, Miss.”

———

The stagnant air followed the UA students out of the building. Iida was stiffly walking straight ahead, doing his best not to look at the paper of (Y/n) folded in his pocket.

“Ne, Iida,” Iida hadn’t realized he was walking so far ahead until Uraraka had to jog up to him, followed by Midoryia and Todoroki. He hummed in acknowledgment.

“Do you feel better?”

There were two answers to this question. Yes and slowly but surely, yes. He was feeling better in the sense that he no longer had the urge to cry into his bedsheets, holding the piece of sketchbook paper firmly to his chest. He lost his dignity, and he found it again.

He was also feeling better in the sense that he finally got some sort of closure. Maybe this person isn’t real. And it’s ok. He has some sort of proof of his imaginary ‘friend’ that he can gaze at forever, instead of pitifully checking his wristwatch every 5 minutes, wishing it would go faster just so he wouldn’t accidentally forget how his face looked like.

It wasn’t healthy living day by day, waiting to fall asleep just so he could feel something again. A self imagined kiss on the cheek or just plain rest. He was willing to move on from that. It was time to start the ‘healing’ process. The drip finally stopped.

And he knew that if he got tired, if he was sad, or just needing some assistance, (Y/n) would be there waiting for him with open arms, welcoming him into his imaginary world again.

Though, he wasn’t sure if he really needed that right now.

He loosened the cheap red watch from his wrist, his head suddenly feeling empty and light.

“I’m feeling better. Thank you.”

——————

This is how this story really ends. Though, even I didn’t like it HAHAHA so I made a “true ending”. A sweeter ending without the bitter if u must LMAOO

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hitsuackerman · 4 years

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What in the World? (Akaashi Keiji x Reader) pt.12

a/n: it begins >:)

Akaashi’s lineup: @alluring-akaashi @oikawalmart-hq @extrasugafree @bbykiyoomi @apricotjihyo @awings @simpformiya @sayakaaaaaa @colorseeingchick @demursv1ogs @chrisrue15 @beanst0ck @something-that-idk (i have no idea why i can’t tag some of you :( huhu )

links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 13

Time flew by so fast in this dimension. Now that you were well adjusted and loving the new life here, it had not dawned on you that 7 months had already passed. Things were moving smoothly and pleasantly.

“Here you go.” Akaashi handed you a snack bar. The two of you (well maybe three if Bokuto is included) were practically inseparable. The team had finally managed to pin the both of you down and confirm that you two were indeed dating. “Did you sleep well?”

Walking to school was still a thing both of you did. Except this time, fingers were intertwined and barely any distance between the both of you. The only time you two let go was when the school gates were near. Still, walking down the hallways, Akaashi made sure to always brush his fingers with yours.

“I did!” You pulled him in to kiss his cheek. The small smile he gave you still made your stomach butterflies flutter. “I did have a weird dream last night. You and Bokuto-san switched personalities. Seeing you do his ‘HEY HEY HEY’ was just so wrong on all levels.”

“Is there a quirk that can do that?”

At this point in time, you barely relied on your quirk. The feeling of accomplishing things without it’s aid was much more satisfying. Of course, Akaashi still reaped its healing benefits and took note of how his stamina had improved.

“High chances. If we can have a washing machine as a pro-hero, then there’s bound to be a quirk swapping quirk.”

“A washing machine?” He brushed his thumb on the corner of your lip to wipe off a crumb. “Even now, your world still surprises me.”

“It’s great if you hear it.” Leaning on his shoulder, you tightened your hold on his hand. “Living in it is a completely different story. It’s been, what, 7 months since I arrived here and I am more than content with not having to rely on my quirk.”

“What about your combat skills? Shouldn’t you still be sharpening them?”

“I wish I could.” That was true, though. “I’m pretty much useless at 30%. Even if I wanted to lift boulders or shit, I have to maintain at least 40%. The difference is small but the output is huge. I don’t get my quirk’s logic.”

“Well, it’s still early.” The gates were now in sight but he refused to let go of your hand. “I’m pretty sure you can work on your quirk. The others won’t arrive within 30 minutes.”

“It’s been 5 months and you’re still curious to see how I fight?” You giggled.

“Yes.” He nodded. “If my girlfriend trained to be a hero, I’d love to see how you move.”

“Well, you made that sound sexy~” You nudged his elbow. “Think we can have a little action before we head to the gym?”

“It’s 6:30am, (y/n). It’s too early for that.” He teased. Yet his steps were a little faster than before. “But, I guess I can’t oppose the idea.”

The next thing you knew, your back hit the wall as Akaashi hungrily kissed you. With your legs wrapped around his waist, your fingers found themselves coming through his hair. Pinning you even more, Akaashi’s hand undid your ribbon and unbuttoned the first two. Letting go of your lips, he trailed kisses from your cheek down to the crook of your neck.

As he was softly sucking on your skin, you loosened his tie and undid the two buttons as well. Tugging his hair, you were face to face with him again. Lust filled eyes staring back into yours. Leaning in, you gently kissed his lips before returning the favor. Activating your quirk, Akaashi felt his feet leave the ground. Knowing what you were about to do, he could feel you turning the both of you around.

Skillfully placing the both of you on the floor, Akaashi leaned on the wall as his hands began to roam higher and higher up your skirt. Having you straddle him this early in the morning was rather pleasant in all aspects. Tilting his head a bit, he gave you much easier access and felt you sucking on his skin a little harsher this time.

“Make sure it’s hidden under the collar.” He managed to whisper. Hickeys were a common thing to have both your bodies. He smirked at how your only response was a nod.

Caressing your cheek, he admired the way your face glowed even more. Pulling you in softly for another kiss, he felt his stomach fluttering when you smiled.

“We should probably head to the lockers now.”

“Fine.”

“We can continue this in my room later.” He whispered before kissing you deeply.

“Counting the hours~”

Moments later, you were now pumping air into some volleyballs. Morning practice for today would only take an hour so there was plenty of time to freshen up before the homeroom. Now that the gym was packed with your boys, you rolled out the volleyball cart and positioned it beside the net.

Everyone was now used to having you as a ball girl. In fact, some of them even tried to challenge you by purposely hitting the ball too hard or too low. With your hero training, it was nothing but a walk in the park. You did notice, however, that your body began to sweat a bit more. The after effects of not using your quirk for a long time was showing.

Nothing bad happens, though. Just panting and sweating.

“Aghkaashe!” Bokuto yelled. “Can you and (y/n)-chan help with my math later?”

“I don’t mind. What about you, (y/n)?”

“Sure thing~” You approached your two favorite boys. “Bokuto-senpai, how well did you do on your previous quiz?”

The captain’s golden eyes sparkled.

“HAHAHA! Thanks to you both, I managed to get a 32/50! Whatdya think?!” He punched the air and grinned widely. When the both of you applauded he began to jump up and down while shouting his trademark.

“Calm down, Bokuto-san.” Akaashi tried to stop him from jumping up and down. His friend obeyed and gave a cheeky thumbs up.

“God, I love you both so much~” You giggled at their exchange.

“But you love Ahkaashi more, don’t you (y/n)-chan?” Bokuto added as he shouldered Akaashi. This time, his deadpan face was holding a soft smile.

“Of course!”

When Konoha’s alarm sounded, each of you began to clean up and prepare for the rest of the day. With how often you did it, it had now become second nature to you. Yukie and Kaori even admitted that you adapted much faster than they had anticipated. Once all of you were now freshened up, the gym was locked once more and each player looked forward for the after school practice.

“Exams are approaching.” Akaashi said as he let you step into the classroom first. “Have you prepared your notes?”

“I did. But, you do remember that the subjects you have here are way too easy for me, right?” Placing your bag on your desk, you took a seat and faced Akaashi. “Shall we study in your room or mine?”

“we can take turns.” Now that he was seated, he fished out one of his notebooks and placed it on his desk. Not that it was needed, it merely became one of his habits. Watching as you dragged your chair closer to him, he offered you a pen and flipped the notebook open.

“So, what do you want me to draw?” This had become one of your recent traditions. Before the start of homeroom, Akaashi noticed how you liked to doodle on his notebooks. Deciding that a special one was needed, he took the liberty of buying a blank journal for you to fill with whatever it is you saw fit.

“Hmm, I recall you saying that you designed your own hero costume.” He saw how your eyes lit up. “May i see what it looked like?”

Starting the sketch, you began to draw a figure and dressed it with your costume.

“So, my costume isn’t flashy unlike the others.” You explained. “A quirk like mine doesn’t really need a lot of support items so I went with mobility and comfort. I decided that simplicity was key. Just the normal jacket, shirt, pants, and boots. The only support item I had were my gloves.”

Sketching your gloves, Akaashi couldn’t help but adore just how focused you were. Tucking in a loose strand of hair, he felt the butterflies in his stomach churning once again as the corners of your mouth formed a smile and your cheeks turning a faint hue of pink.

“What do your gloves do?” They looked like standard fingerless gloves.

“The material was specifically designed to aid in manipulating my quirk. It concentrates the energy I release and wraps around my hand. Sorta like a human torch~” It was a bit difficult to explain how it worked knowing you didn’t listen to the man who gave you the item. As long as it aided you, it was fine.

“What were Todoroki-kun’s support items?”

“Shoto’s support items were mostly temperature regulators. Wristbands and a big one he wears like a backpack to help even him out.” You drew his support items rather well.

“Can you try to sketch Todorki-kun’s face?” Letting you draw your friends was something he wasn’t so comfortable with. Not for that reason of course. He merely assumed that it would be a sensitive topic knowing the circumstances of how you arrived in his world. When you giggled, he tilted his head.

“About time you asked~” Beginning to draw your childhood friend, you continued. “I honestly wouldn’t mind drawing my friends for you, ya know? There’s no way I can introduce you to them so sketching them would be the best alternative.”

“I’m sorry.” He held on to your free hand. “I just didn’t want to make you uncomfy.”

“You never make me uncomfy. Keiji~”

It was a quick sketch of half and half but a good one. He squinted his eye when he took note of the scar. He had heard of Tokoyami and Mina, but this one merely showed a boy about his age with a nasty burn on his face.

“Shoto’s got one helluva back story.” Your thumb began to brush Akaashi’s knuckles. “That scar was given to him by his mum when he was around 5 or 6 years old. It’s sad but he grew to accept it and is now healing.”

“You were engaged before, right?”

“For a while, yeah.” You handed him back the pen and closed the sketchpad. The bell had now rung and right on time, the teacher entered the room. Just as she was relaying a message, you were rummaging in your bag for a notebook.

“Please introduce yourselves~” The teacher said.

“Bakugo Katsuki”

“Midoriya Izuku.”

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a/n: sooo... what yall gonna do now? :’)

#akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi haikyuu #akaashi keiji #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x bnha

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pocket-void · 4 years

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Hi Mock!

I wish you a good morning! (It's currently 8:30 am here and I hope you are asleep wherever you are because healthy sleep schedules and all that!) 🌻

I just found out that you write, too, and I've read "A cup of coffee" and honestly, is there something you can't do? Because that was really great! I enjoyed reading it so much!! And I love your Logan in it!

And can I ask: where so you get the motivation to do all this great stuff? Drawing, writing, school? Like, I have like 5 different writing projects screaming at me because I don't work on them and yesterday I outlined yet another fic that I'll probably never write because I just don't have the motivation and - how do you do it? Because I want to write. It's the best thing in the world to me. But I just can't get myself to do it, and when I do, everything I make feels kinda... not good. Ugly, if you will.

So I guess I just want to know what I can do to get myself away from that? Because I really need to write, I'll go insane otherwise O_o

Anyway, have a wonderful day and eat a cookie!! 🌼

Y’all who can format stuff in asks will never cease to bamboozle me. O///o

But hello!! I believe it’s the afternoon where you are now! ^\\\^ (Not to worry, if there’s one thing I try to get enough of it’s sleep!)

Heidhwkfns Yes I write too but it’s incredibly on and off since I’m not as confident with it and it takes much longer than art! >\\\< I 100% want to write more often tho, but my need to accomplish stuff just finds art less time consuming. I’m really glad you like “A Cup of Coffee” because I’m quite happy with how that one turned out! ^\\\^ (And also just genuinely surprised at how many people enjoyed it) So thank you!! ;///;✨💖

So, here’s the thing. I’m just a normal person, just like anybody else! There are days where I have 0 motivation to do anything, and days where I’m way too motivated but still do absolutely nothing anyways lmao- I can’t say that my experience will work for everybody of course, but I can try to explain how I feel or how I work things out when I don’t feel like doing things. u///u

The first step is to forgive myself, because it’s going to be ok. There’s nothing wrong with having an off day, and nothing wrong with not accomplishing anything for now. There should be no guilt involved in not touching something for ages, god knows I’ve got so much in the “maybe later” idea box that I will never get to. But that’s ok! My creations will never blame me for not working on them, so in turn I promised to never blame myself for it either. And if I ever go back to complete one of them, great! But if not, that still doesn’t mean that it was a waste. Everything you make has value, finished or not.

The second is to remember that I love them. I love them a lot. I love creating, I love art, I love writing, and I love the process behind them! What you write and create will never complain if they are “not the best” or “ugly”. Their value comes from how you feel about them. Nobody else’s imput matters. So what if it’s not great? So what if it’s a mess? My terrible crayon drawing from when I was 4? Love it. Still has my whole heart. They’re on my bedroom wall to this day! (Neatly framed and hung, courtesy of my dad) I ask myself why I sat down to do something in the first place, and the answer is always going to be because I love doing it! Everything I make means something to me, no matter how bad or how small. Because at the end of the day, I made something. And it’s all the reason I need to love it.

It doesn’t matter if this doodle looks bad or this draft makes literally no sense because even if it’s not good, I did it. Even if I feel like I’m going nowhere, I know that each creation is a small step in my long long journey of improvement. It might not seem like that sometimes, like everything we do doesn’t really seem like it’s getting better any time soon, but we can never tell unless we keep doing it right? Instead of being upset that I’m not very good now, I decided to try and look forward to how good I eventually will be. I find that prospect exciting! We never know how much we grow until we get there, it’s like a happy surprise! ^\\\^✨And in the meantime, I am allowed to be perfectly happy with what I already can do. How far I’ve already come. Even if other people tell me otherwise, even if it’s true that it’s not very great, who’s to say that I will always be? Not me, that’s for sure.

I am willing to be patient for the sake of what I do, because I am willing to do it for an eternity.

There is no race in doing what I love, because I am the only one on this path. I can see other people on their own paths too! And sometimes they’re faster and have way better stamina than me, but their final destination is ultimately going to be much much different than mine, even if we’re going in a similar direction. So there is no point in trying to match them; I decide to walk at my own pace. It’s much easier for me this way. Take breaks! Drink some water. We’ve all got our places to go. ^\\\^

Third thing about getting things done is, well, getting it done! Do you know how I wrote “A Cup of Coffee”? I pain stakingly stared at it all day with frequent breaks in between, read it a ridiculous amount of times until it didn’t sound like english, and had text to speech read it back to me a couple more times just so I could make sure, because I really really really wanted to finish it. And it probably was kind of messy, hahaha. >\\\<

I’m not suggesting you do what I did btw, because it’s not even how I always write things! My other story “Table for Two” was written under a much different context. For that one, I wrote parts of it on different days. I took walks thinking about how I’d word things, how I’d imagine the scene going, and how I should pace sentences. I actually deleted the entire first paragraph and started over a few times because it didn’t sound right. Then one afternoon I decided that I wanted this story done. So I sat down and did what I could, edited a few things afterwards, and tentatively showed it to a friend. I didn’t edit it much after that, but it was done!

If I learned anything from highschool, it’s that doing something imperfectly is better than not doing it at all. I’m still a pretty picky perfectionist and a terrible procrastinator, and it’s not easy! But I would much prefer something I make to be “messy but complete”, rather than “pretty good so far but not finished”. Personally for me, getting started is the hardest part of doing anything. I have yet to find an easier way to do it, but I know that sometimes I just need to sit down and do what I can to start writing. If a sentence sounds weird, I keep going, because I can come back to it later! But if a sentence doesn’t exist, I can’t fix that without, well, writing it. o///o So I consider that a start!

I definitely understand you when you say that you can’t get yourself to write because I currently kind of can’t either. >\\\< I have outlines that I won’t ever write, I have ideas that I’m not gonna get to, and I’ve got fics that I worry won’t be as good when I write them. But maybe today I’ll sit myself down and just write one sentence. Give it a title, make a document, and stare for a lil bit. Give it a beginning. Because for me, sometimes drawing the starting line somewhere helps. Maybe it can show me what direction I need to go in just a little bit clearer. u///u

At the end of the day, the thing I say all the time is enjoy what you do. It’s just genuinely the most important part of doing anything to me. Yes it can be hard and sometimes we worry about how it’s gonna be, but we still do it don’t we? We come back and try again because we love it. Because we really can’t live without it. So what’s wrong with just...doing it?

That’s how it is to be a creator for me, I suppose. And from one to another, I genuinely wish you the best of luck on your journey!!

After all, there will be no other quite like it. u///u💖✨

#have a wonderful rest of the day as well!#i can only give advice from my own experience #I hope this helps in some way #oh and school is a different can of worms unfortunately >\\\<#but since thats already a hassle I try my best to enjoy the stuff I love doing y’know? o///o #fairy!#mock talks #ask #mock #long post #art tip

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wrathofthewind · 3 years

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iv. Child

A bowl of hot soup hadn’t been the trick. Once Arnalt had taken that young boy to his palace from the Jungles of Tahr, it required several bowls, more than a few butchered pigs and quite the large amount of bags of rice. The boy was insatiable. It wasn’t a normal appetite either, any stomach would’ve given out. It shouldn’t have been so alarming, but with rumours of his status as a Kurian child, the state in which he arrived, the hunger with which he ate— in an unrefined matter no less, it didn’t take long for the kitchen staff to stop sending out dishes.

“More.” Arnalt demanded, his chilly gaze sweeping over the service.

“Sire… we, we’re not able to continue.”

“What, did we run out of chickens? Is the State in my name so devoid of birds?”

The servant daren’t speak, but they had already crossed a line. Any other household would have them released. That’s probably what they wanted.

“Here then,” Arnalt tossed his bow and signaled with his chin towards the bag of arrows in the corner of the room. “Go hunt something then. Pallax!”

Pallax came walking swiftly.

“Can it be we really ran out of chickens?”

“Sire, they…”

He waited for the servant to clear the room. Nervous glances thrown sideways at both him and Tyssen.

“They don’t want to keep… feeding a Kurian.”

Arnalt pinched the bridge of his nose and slowly rubbed it, eyes closed.

The boy started coughing behind them. Arnalt approached him and slapped his back, making him spit a bone.

“No wonder you’re choking. Slow down!”

Pallax grimaced.

Nobody wanted to touch the Kurian, or look at the Kurian, or acknowledge it was there anymore. But Pallax was a loyal vassal, and willingly stepped in to try and place a fork and knife or other cutlery on the child’s hand.

Arnalt smiled at him brightly. “Thank you.”

It disturbed Pallax momentarily, who nearly dropped the fork. But just as quickly, Arnalt was once again stern-faced and pacing the room. He then sat in front of the child on the table.

“You.”

The boy didn’t pay attention, so he snapped his fingers in front of his face to draw his eyes. “Yes, you. What’s your name?”

“Mar… Marius.” He tried to speak between mouthfuls. “Marius Ihnat di Aedan.”

“So you do speak.” And had a strong name actually. Arnalt had already assumed the boy probably came from a wealthy merchant family, with the quality of his tattered clothes and the few jeweled accessories they found in his pockets. It seemed he might be of one with rank and title too.

“What about your age? You look about 7? 8? Do you know how to count?” Arnalt raised his palm up to try and signal the numbers with his fingers.

“12.” He chewed the remaining bits of rice and potatoes in his mouth and swallowed briskly, immediately reaching for another bowl of soup and drinking it down, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down with large gulps.

Arnalt and Pallax both blinked, looked at each other, then back at Marius.

“That’s… then why do you look so…” Pallax said.

Arnalt lifted a hand to stop him. “Nevermind, so you’ve been quite hungry haven’t you?”

Marius nodded and finally seemed to be done with the food he could safely consume. He burped generously and quickly covered his mouth.

Arnalt snorted, while Pallax looked offended beyond belief. “Such lack of manners in front of his Highness, how dare—“

“It’s alright, he doesn’t understand what I am.”

“You’re the prince.” Marius said simply, his eyes suddenly wide and honest. “You’re the seventeenth prince, his royal highness Arnalt Azuria. The Eagle.”

He sounded like a pamphlet. Arnalt was mildly shocked. “Right.”

“…”

“Where are you from?”

“…”

“How did you end up in the Jungles?”

“…”

And the most difficult question. “Where are your parents.”

“They’re gone.” Marius looked down, fixating on his lap.

“I see.” Arnalt didn’t know what else to say.

“I know what they say. I know I’m cursed. Is it true this is my last meal?”

A lightbulb suddenly popped in Arnalt’s head. He started laughing heartily, slamming his fist on the table and shaking all over with his head lowered. “Is this why you’ve eaten all my chickens? Hahaha!”

Pallax was mortified.

Marius’s eyes watered.

“You silly child. I was just confirmed and crowned into the Azurian pantheon thanks to that Vegna Spyralia you carried in your fist.” Arnalt felt his face grow a little hot suddenly, having called him a child wasn’t quite right, considering he was only 4 years younger, but his body looked so young he couldn’t help himself. He wondered how long he’d been malnourished in those Jungles. It must’ve been several years. How did he learn to speak so eloquently? Why did he know his name, rank and title? How was he informed of the goings on of the world? Did he sneak out of Tahr? He might’ve unknowingly contaminated others so Arnalt made a mental note to order a full territory sweep. “I owe you a debt of gratitude, I’ve granted you my Mercy. You will not die under my watch, you hear me?”

The boy’s wet eyes blossomed, his arm immediately coming up to wipe at his suddenly wet cheeks.

Arnalt thought it was both a silly and happy occasion, so he kept laughing to Pallax’s horror. “Now, now, no need to cry. You’re safe.”

“I see.” Marius said, his voice trembling. “In that case…” he sniffed and composed himself, straightening his shoulders. “Use me as you will. I pledge myself to your house.” Marius lowered his head solemnly. It was a bit amusing coming from someone so young, who looked so much younger than his age.

Arnalt smiled, his chin resting leisurely on the back of his hand. “As you wish.”

***

With the battle aganist Ithana squared away and scheduled, and a few other council duties and reprimands already brought over to his desk, Arnalt wrapped up the final tasks of the day and went back to the kitchen quarters.

He entered Marius’s chambers like a sudden gust, a heavy bag strapped on his back.

Marius instantly moved to stand from the bed where he’d been resting from his relentless training, no doubt ready to assist with the bag, but Arnalt had already sat down in front of him, and Marius remained with his torso raised but the rest of him firmly laying on the bed. He awkwardly tried shifting so that he could at least move into a more formal sitting position, even if the coarse robes he wore could never lend an air of formality to the situation, at the very least his posture could contribute. Next to him was a bowl of hot soup made with chicken stock, boiled chicken strips, corn and sliced potatoes, prepared exactly as they’d been years ago when he was still a child.

Arnalt had gone to the kitchen to order it and asked the staff to keep it coming throughout the night. Naturally he wouldn’t deliver something like that himself, and he didn’t want to make it so important that Marius would suddenly inquire about it.

A servant came in with another bowl and this time Arnalt waved a hand. “Alright that’s the final one, you’re dismissed and no need to send more until the morning.”

The servant quietly placed the bowl on the small wooden table next to Marius’s bed and just as quietly shuffled out of the room--their steps eagerly faster as they were allowed to leave.

Arnalt kept staring with an icy glare which to others would’ve seemed combative but to Marius merely showed Arnalt was deep in thought. It was still a little nerve-wracking, his whole countenance was already so cool and refined, like a porcelain doll with marble grey eyes. At times it felt like staring into a storm, and others like speaking to a stone. The eerie silence begged to be broken.

“So, now can I say this is my last meal?” Marius said.

Arnalt was surprised by the sheer cheek of that remark. “Your humor is astounding.” And also how perceptive! Just like that, the porcelain glimmered back to life and a bit of peachy softness rose up, as if Arnalt was ashamed to have found that particular joke charming.

“My impulse is to punish you, everything that’s happened, everything you’ve done, it’s all led to this. This is your fault. You need to bear responsibility. I did my best to warn you and you still won’t listen. And don’t say your duty is to protect me.” Arnalt pre-emptively raised his hand to pause Marius’s reply. “Your duty, first and foremost is to serve, and to listen. I expect my orders followed. Now with everything coming up, this time you will follow instructions precisely or so help me Aegerian gods I will deliver you to the Glaes Winterlands myself.”

Marius glanced at Arnalt’s fist. It was clenched unconsciously. Arnalt quickly released it.

“Tomorrow, I’ll duel Ithana to secure a vote in your favor in the High Council.”

“As if a vote would matter much...” Marius muttered.

“Of course a vote matters for shit.” Arnalt exclaimed. “I’ll just act as a distraction.”

“My Lord-- why would... that’s not--” Marius looked deeply uncomfortable and ready to jump in and make some bold statement, but Arnalt cut in before he could even start.

“And you, so-called hellhound of Kur,” Arnalt threw the bag he’d been carrying on his back on the ground, a weight off his shoulders that was so visible his body practically lifted once he’d let that bag go, “you’ll run away.”

Marius paled.

“This is where we say our goodbyes. May you have a good life.”

He couldn’t understand why Marius looked so shocked, or why his fists clenched.

True, his life might be difficult outside of the palace of the 17th Prince, but he could manage at least a few weeks on his own before anyone recognized his identity. There were ways to hide the marks that made him a Kurian. Either way, the boy had been extensively trained and should if anything find some manual labor in a small village somewhere.

They both heard a few hard steps and then the door slid, Tyssen had entered and bowed quickly. “Your highness, I’ve arranged everything.”

“Tyssen will brief you on your escape route.” Arnalt stood up.

Marius quickly rose to his feet. “My Lord, wait I—!”

“Make sure he memorizes that map tonight and have him equipped by dawn. I’ll try to keep the battle going until noon.”

Even Tyssen’s eyes widened, but he knew better than to contradict. He bowed once more. “Yes, your Highness, and-- Calm down you!” He pushed Marius back and locked the door as Arnalt left.

Arnalt heard Marius yelling behind him. “My Lord please reconsider. This is impossible! My Lord listen—!”

But Arnalt quickly walked away to avoid changing his mind. This was as much as he could do, battle Ithana until his body gave out, at least by then Marius would have escaped, and he would’ve kept his word.

Marius would absolutely not die under his watch. And he’d already made as much use of Marius’s oath as he could. The boy had downright become a liability anyway.

Even if the idea of remaining in the arena, standing, for seven hours straight against Ithana… was probably exactly as Marius had said: impossible.

Well fuck impossible.

Arnalt unconsciously gripped his Aerial ring between two fingers and turned it nervously. After a while, he’d already let go.

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lisinfleur · 5 years

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Author’s Notes | Hijacked scenario from @honestsycrets - I have to say I thought it was PERFECT to have Hvitserk as a tattoo artist! Amazing idea, babe! Gonna borrow it if you don't mind, but all credits to you! It kinda came up a little different of what I was planning hahaha Hope you like it, dear babe! Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Modern AU, Tattooer! Hvitserk, requested by @x-valhalla for 5CW5 Words | 2093 ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, Daddy kink, explicit content, cursing, mentions of pain and needles. +18

You couldn't determine how long were you working on that studio, but it was long enough for you to feel like part of the furniture. Everyone that ever had marked the skin with a drawing from Hvitserk's, knew you. That's a fact, Jack. Period.

Sometimes you guessed yourself if you shouldn't change your birth certificate and permanently call yourself...

"Kitten, have you seen my keys?"

There was your boss, always missing something, looking all over the place after the keys of his bike probably to his older brother who was carelessly smoking at the door of the studio - as if the whole place hasn't the smell of Hvitserk's favorite brand of cigarettes all over the air, mixing with the air wick.

"Over the center table, near the outdated newspaper," you oriented, pointing it with the small nail file you were using to take off a sharp corner of your nail while waiting for the next incoming call, message or client.

Hvitserk found the keys and smiled, throwing them up to catch them as they were falling.

"What would be of me without you, kitten? Uh?" he asked, playfully.

And you smiled back, winking at him.

"Your life would be a mess, daddy."

"Yeah, daddy's life would be a mess without you, little girl."

That kinky play in between the two of you was always causing Ubbe's blues to become darker with lust. His older brother liked to see...

And you kinda liked to show, so...

Hvitserk's fingers touched your chin and he softly caressed your lips with his thumb, smiling at you.

"Tonight, I'm free for that work you wanted me to do for you, kitten. I made you a beautiful drawing. It's gonna be awesome in your pretty silky skin."

You smiled.

You were asking Hvitserk to fill your ribs with something for months! Finally, he had the time to work on your new tattoo! And you loved the way he worked with you, always tender and sweet.

The first time you two got laid started exactly like that...

"It's gonna be amazing. I'm sure it will!" you answered, watching him throwing his keys to Ubbe and smile at his brother.

"Take Ivar with you. I'll close earlier today to work on my kitten".

Ubbe giggled.

He knew exactly what kind of work Hvitserk was thinking about doing to you.

You finished organizing your working space and all the stuff at the reception while he was preparing his studio for your tattoo. When some music started to play, you smiled. Hvitserk liked to work with music to inspire. He was really on a good day and it could only mean your tattoo would be perfect in the end. A piece of art.

You finished your stuff and went into the studio, seeing Hvitserk messing with his ink machine, focused. He was so beautiful when focused like that... And you loved the sight of his body shirtless, tattoos showing the beautiful Viking motives he liked.

You remembered you asked one of these and there it was: a beautiful Nordic pattern with all those complicated knots and curves, resembling the bow of a Viking boat or one of their patterns you loved to stare for hours.

You came closer, picking up the drawing from his table, admiring it while he was finishing with the needles of the machine. Hvitserk smiled at you, coming from behind your body to speak near your ear, his eyes looking at the drawing from upon your shoulder.

"Did you like it, kitten?" he asked, kissing the crook of your shoulder. "It's gonna be beautiful in your body."

His nose nuzzled on your neck and you sighed, both of admiration and because of the shivers that gesture always would make run down through your spine.

"It's gorgeous. I love it, daddy."

"Then take your shirt off and show me this pretty body of yours, kitten. Daddy wants to work," he said, smiling.

You slowly took your shirt off, revealing one of those lacy bras he liked so much to see you wearing, causing him to hiss when you slowly moved your fingers through the piece, finding the clasp and clicking it open.

You bit your lower lip and you knew you were taunting him, but it was funny to see the way his eyes could change into pure lust whenever you wanted. You liked the sensation of power you had over his body.

"Bad, bad kitten... Teasing daddy like this, tsk, tsk," he joked. "I need to teach you good manners. Come, straddle the chair as if it was daddy's lap, ok?" he said, patting the chair for you to come.

And you did as he said, mounting the chair and sighing when supporting your chin at the right place, relaxing.

Hvitserk took a moment to observe your beautiful body in that position. Tons of forms to please you and have pleasure from you that way flooded his mind for an instant.

You knew he had lots of women. But you were his favorite. His baby girl, the voice he loved to hear moaning his name and filling his room, his studio, his car, the bathroom, wherever he could get your body shaking in pleasure for him.

"Will it hurt, daddy?"

Your voice cut his thoughts and Hvitserk smiled, caressing your nose before starting to prepare your skin for the transfer.

"Nothing daddy can't make you forget later, sweetheart, now close your eyes and let daddy work."

You closed your eyes. That process was something you had made before, so you already knew the touches of his hands, feeling like caresses when he was transferring the drawing to your skin, or the addictive pain of his needles on your skin, moving, covering the drawing and turning it into a permanent mark of his passage on your body.

You liked it.

You couldn't pretend the sound of that machine, mixing with the Arctic Monkeys beating on his sound boxes, filling the room with the bass of "Do you wanna know?", wasn't your favorite sound in the world. Sometimes you could even sleep with the beat and the warm sensation of Hvitserk's gloved hands touching your skin.

And it was exactly what happened this time: you fell asleep while he was working, waking up with his hands sliding ungloved through your body.

His warm fingertips drawing patterns on your naked back and the burning sensation of the recent tattoo on your ribs woke you up with a moan that got Hvitserk harder than your pretty sight was already having.

You felt his body against your back and his kisses on the skin of your shoulder.

"It's ready... do you wanna see it, kitten?" he mumbled in between the kisses and you nodded, causing him to smile against your neck. "Sweet sleepy kitty."

Hvitserk pulled away slowly, taking his warmth away just to pick up the mirror to show you his beautiful work colored on your skin. The perfect lines and traces in a beautiful composition bonding you to him forever: now, more than just his work on your skin, you had a pattern like his, a Viking drawing like the ones he had in his own body. You smiled.

"It's beautiful, daddy... I love it!" you said, looking at the tattoo, tempted to touch, but you already knew it would take a while until you were able to slide your fingers through the traces.

"I love it too," Hvitserk said, putting away the mirror to come back near you, slowly turning you to sit correctly in his chair, looking at him. "I love your skin, kitten. I wish I could be here, touching and working on my favorite canvas forever. You're my favorite one, ya know that, right?"

His fingers sliding through your body, slowly, shivering every single piece of your body he could touch.

"Yes..." you meowed and he smiled, almost giggling.

There it was the reason why he started calling you kitten.

His fingers slid down to your thighs and he softly opened your knees to different directions, revealing the pretty lacy panties you were using under your skirt, lifting one of his hands to rub over it with his index, getting some more meows from you.

"Daddy will make you forget about the pain now, ok, sweet kitten?" he mumbled.

His index invading your panties slowly placing it aside, the way you knew he liked to do, fingering your folds, causing you to push your hips towards his hand, eagerly.

"Yas... please..." you begged.

Hvitserk giggled this time.

"Such a good girl... Keeping everything in order for me, finding my lost items, organizing my whole life, and not complaining of your extra time in here, working for me... I couldn't have found a better kitten for my studio. Now it's time to be a good boss and pay your extra time of today, right, kitten? Close your eyes, love."

You knew what was to come, but yet, it surprised you when his fingers were replaced by his thirsty tongue exploring your folds, turning you into a wet mess in the middle of your legs.

A moaning mess over his chair.

Just like he liked the most.

You were perfect to organize Hvitserk's life. He was the one to make you a mess.

The two of you were perfect for each other and you knew that every time he was able to get you cumming in his tongue faster than anyone else in your life.

"Come here, kitten," he said, eagerly getting you up to replace you at the chair, making you straddle his lap.

Your skirt laying on his body, covering the two of you from his sight while his fingers were holding your panties aside for his other hand to guide his hardness into your throbbing channel.

"So fucking wet, my sweet little girl," he grunted and you moaned back, moving your hips against him. His fingers lifting your skirt to look at his cock vanishing into your body as if the sex the two of you were sharing was a dirty secret hidden under the innocence that pink piece of cloth. "Such a good girl! Dance on daddy's cock, babe. Fuck!"

You loved the noises of that chair under the two of you, or the feeling of Hvitserk's heavy hands gripping your hips tight, pulling you down on his hardness causing the muscles of his arms to be tense under your fingers. Your pretty pink nails digging on his shoulders, marking his skin that way that would remember him of you in his matinal bath of tomorrow.

"Thinking dirty things, kitten? Shit... You got tighter!" he growled, and the sound of his voice so filled with delight caused you to feel even more aroused.

So, you tightened your rings around his cock, feeling his grip tighter when he surrounded your waist with one of his arms. The other hand embracing your throat, pulling you closer to mash his lips against yours in a kiss full of desire.

The sound of his hips, slapping against you, mixed with the sound of the chair under your bodies, was the last thing you heard before his grip on your neck became deliciously tighter and he erupted into your depths, coating your walls with his seed, growling that sexy way you loved to hear while cumming around his cock.

The perfect way to finish a day of work, you thought, smiling against his lips.

His thumbs caressing your cheeks now, while you were slowly moving your hips against him just to make your pleasure longer.

"I was thinking about giving you some days off..." he mumbled and you looked at him.

"Really?"

You couldn't remember the last time you had a day off the studio. But he smiled.

"I was thinking... But I can't," he said, softly touching your chin.

And you smiled, feeling his soft caresses.

"I would have to close the studio without you here... I can't live without my kitten."

You giggled.

That’s a fact, Jack. Period.

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giftfromthesleepprincess · 5 years

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Chapter 6-The Eternal Sorceress; Scene 5

Gift from the Princess Who Brought Sleep, pages 226-243

It had begun to rain.

It had been raining like this when she came here around two months ago too. Although the rain was more intense today than back then, with no sign of letting up.

If the sky had been clear, they might have been able to see the splendid full moon.

But there was no time to pay mind to that. They had to find Margarita as fast as they could.

“I hope she’s here…”

Elluka and Gumilia descended from the carriage, and looked up at the red building before their eyes.

If they should fail, there wasn’t anything they could do about it this time. For now they could do nothing but pray that their reasoning was on the mark.

There wasn’t a spare moment to go over Calgaround with a fine-tooth comb. The red clothing—relying on just that commonality, Elluka and Gumillia were standing before the mansion of Calgaround’s mayor, Julia Abelard.

“You should head back to the entrance of town for now,” Elluka said to the coachman, looking upon him with worry. “We—Yes, if over two hours go by and we haven’t come back, get out of town immediately.”

“I wish you well in your battle…although I don’t really understand what’s going on still.”

“You don’t need to. You should stay quiet on having brought us here too.”

“In any case…good luck.”

“Thank you.”

After watching the carriage leave, Elluka and Gumillia opened the door to the mansion.

It wasn’t locked.

“—Welcome, come right in.”

Julia Abelard was there to greet them. She didn’t look surprised. It seemed she had anticipated for a while that the two of them would be coming there.

“We don’t have time. Answer me honestly.” Elluka gazed directly at Julia’s face. “Miss Margarita Blankenheim. Is she in this house?”

“...Yes. Margarita’s on the second floor. She’s there to work on her last task.”

“—I thought so. You’re the sorceress who was conning everyone with that name...‘Elluka Clockworker’. If I’d known that at the beginning, I could have finished this without taking such a detour.”

“Life is a procession of detours, Miss Hanne Lorre...Or rather—Miss Elluka Clockworker.” Julia grinned broadly.

“--! ...You knew. You knew that I was the real Elluka.”

“Oh yes, of course. That’s why I directed you to go to Toragay.”

“...And that librarian was your accomplice as well, wasn’t he?”

“I wanted to see if you could figure out Margarita’s true identity. ...You’ve let me down, Miss Elluka. I thought you’d be able to arrive at the truth much faster than this.”

Julia let out a disappointed sigh. Seeing that, Elluka shot back, irritated, “You’re just being a sore loser. Even I noticed there was something fishy about Margarita. But I didn’t have proof. Without any clear evidence that she was someone who had contracted with a ‘Vessel of Deadly Sin’, I couldn’t just make a move on her at random.”

“‘Contractor’? Margarita?”

“Isn’t that the case? She’s been putting the people of her town to sleep using the power of the demon in the vess—”

“Haaah...What a letdown. You...don’t know anything at all,” Julia sighed again.

“And just what is it you’re saying I don’t know!?”

“All of it, all of it. I didn’t do anything to lead you astray but you’ve been completely fooled anyway. …She had told me to let you into Pere Noel, but I won’t. There’s no way you have the required skill.”

“…So Pere Noel is wrapped up in this after all.”

“Yes…Yes. I am the leader of ‘Pere Noel’, ‘First, Santa Claus’. The late Kaspar was ‘Second, Dealer’. Margarita…I suppose I’d call her, ‘Third, Sleep Princess’. …Would you be satisfied with that answer?”

“Why was Kaspar killed? Was there some internal struggle in the organization?”

“Margarita did that on her own…But, well. He was breaking the organization’s rules, and tried to hog all the profits for the black market for himself. I certainly couldn’t let that slide. So I gave Margarita ‘gift’. She’d asked for it.”

“That…red liquid.”

The item that Julia had left in the inn. But judging from her tone, that wasn’t something that she’d forgotten by accident.

“Oh, so you properly noticed that, did you? I’m so glad you found my hint. That was the third ‘gift’, which I made—but that was just a dud, one that didn’t serve any purpose on its own. Margarita skillfully improved upon it, and with that made the fourth ‘gift’.”

“She killed Kaspar and Marx with that, right?”

“She only killed Kaspar with the fourth ‘gift’. For Marx she made the fifth ‘gift’. Although it seems that didn’t do the job as well. Her refinement of it actually weakened its effects, paradoxically.”

That was likely why Marx didn’t immediately die, then.

“Through that failure, Margarita pushed on and created the sixth ‘gift’. It’s a most marvelous thing. There’s no need to have the victim drink it. The contagion spreads through the air, and then one by one guides people to a sleep-like death--she’s magnificently created a pandemic that exceeds even the ‘Gula Disease’!”

The Gula Disease—that was a miraculous pathogen that once spread throughout Evillious, and drove many people to their deaths. It was an illness deemed incurable until recently when Puerick Rogzé invented a cure for it.

“…I’ll eradicate such a thing immediately.”

“You think so? Is that even something you can do? In the end you couldn’t even do anything about the Gula Disease—the illness released by the ‘Vessel of Gluttony’--right? You couldn’t protect Arth or Anne from it.”

"--Don't you dare speak their names."

Right then even Gumillia beside her could hear Elluka grinding her teeth. Arth and Anne…They were her old friends, who she’d been unable to save. It was a memory that left a deep shadow on her heart even now.

As though to ridicule Elluka’s irritation, Julia continued to speak.

"You've realized it now, haven't you? The sixth ‘gift’ won’t go away even if you kill Margarita. Just like the Gula Disease, it will remain as an infectious illness—and continue to kill people.”

"…Grr."

"And that's not all. Margarita is currently trying to create a seventh 'gift'. And by dawn, when she has it complete--What will happen then? Maybe it will destroy humanity, hahaha.”

"--I won't let her finish it."

Elluka prepared to unleash a spell.

--But Gumillia spoke up before she could.

"…Is 'Fifth, Pierrot', here?" she asked, looking calm.

"Ah…Yes, that's right, Gumillia. You were pursuing him, weren't you? –But unfortunately, 'Fifth, Pierrot' has already returned home. But if you're looking for the girl he was taking with him, she's in the basement. Feel free to let her go once you’ve defeated me.”

“I thought so a while back, but you have been, very talkative.”

“Heheh, it’s fine. This is the time of question-and-answer that I’ve been eagerly waiting for. Not to mention, you—"

"'You won't be able, to tell anyone. Because you'll, die here!'--That's what you mean, to say?"

“…Correct.”

After saying so, Julia also made the same gesture as Elluka.

But what rose up from her two hands was not wind.

It was the same color as her clothing. A crimson fire.

“Gumillia, step aside.”

Elluka pushed Gumillia out of the way and released a tornado from her hand.

The tornado grew in intensity, heading straight for Julia as it encompassed the wood on the floor and the furniture around them.

Gazing at the sight, Julia sent her own flames towards the tornado without making any sign of alarm.

If they were normal flames they would probably have been snuffed out by the tornado in an instant.

But the flames that Julia unleashed changed shape as though they had a will of their own, taking on the form of a large serpent. The fire snake wrapped around the tornado as though to capture it, and it was completely negated.

“…!”

Elluka certainly hadn’t seen that coming. If Julia was indeed the same “Red Cat Sorceress” from before, then she had fought her in the past. At the time Elluka had both been taken by surprise and under attack by her underlings, and so she’d been effectively defeated.

So this time she had created a tornado with her full magical power right from the start.

Frankly, she had intended to settle this with one blow.

“Hmph…A spell that controls wind—Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say, a spell that turns nature into your own power by manipulating it. You could display that strength to the fullest in a forest or above an ocean. However…Seems it doesn’t work so well inside a house like this,” Julia analyzed Elluka’s magic with an air of calm. Next she turned to Gumillia. “The former spirit here has the same sort of power, yes?”

Gumillia made no reply. But Elluka knew. As a former forest spirit, Gumillia was much more dependent on their surrounding environment than Elluka. She may have been at her strongest if they were battling in a forest, but in a town like this her power dropped dramatically.

In that case—

Elluka suddenly started to sing.

A beautiful melody flowed from her lips.

A “spell song”—That was the strongest among all of the magical techniques that Elluka used, her so-called special technique.

By putting magical energy in a song, she was able to draw out the effect of her spells several times over. As it simultaneously increased their burden on the body it wasn’t something to be used lightly, but this wasn’t such a situation where that caution would apply.

Normally, the magical energy that the song carried would gradually well up inside her body.

However—

…That’s odd. My magic isn’t overflowing in the least.

With this she was just some weirdo singing in front of an enemy.

Elluka stopped singing.

Julia grinned widely watching her.

“Heheheh—If you’re a sorceress yourself, naturally you must know. Using high-grade magic requires some degree of preparation. This is my house, so you two have had no opportunity at all to do anything of the sort. But…That’s not so for me. I’ll say it again, this is my house!”

As Julia cried out, writing stood out against the walls of the mansion. They were carved symbols that gave off black light, closely packed against the red walls.

“Let me say up front that you can’t use ‘spell songs’. They’re sealed by these carvings. In here, no matter how much you sing it won’t grant you any power! –So, with these odds I might win even if it’s two against one, hahahahaha.”

So then, knowing what methods Elluka and Gumillia had on them, she had beaten them to the punch.

“Come then…Be burned to cinders.”

Julia once more shot fire from her hands. The flames were several times bigger than the ones before, and reached even to the ceiling.

Although there was no sign of the ceiling burning from those flames.

“Relax. These fires won’t burn down the mansion. I can’t afford to let Margarita get charred to a crisp. These are flames that only burn people. …In other words, these are flames that will only kill you two!”

This was bad. There was no way to ward off those flames inside like this.

They could run outside—no, Julia wouldn’t let that slide. The entrance must have been sealed with magic the moment Elluka and Gumillia walked in the door.

She had no option but to summon up a wind once more. But…Would she be able to overcome such enormous flames? What should she do, unable to use spell songs and only left with magical techniques that had declined from what they used to be--

Her foe was not kind enough to wait for Elluka to think things over.

Before she knew it, Julia’s flames were advancing before her eyes.

…Ah, I’m in deep trouble—I might die here.

Elluka might have had an immortal body (albeit that had come into doubt lately), but that certainly didn’t mean she was invincible. It would hurt her to be cut by a sword, and naturally if she got burned up by fire it would be farewell to this world.

How half-baked of the “Sin”. I wish that I could have been made invincible while it was making me immortal. If so then I could have been as reckless as I wanted, and might have looked for the “Vessels of Deadly Sin” faster—Oh enough. There’s no point in me making such unsightly excuses right before I die.

There was no time for her to struggle by raising a wind. The flames had already reached the tip of Elluka’s nose.

Elluka steadied her resolve and closed her eyes.

--The fire didn’t burn Elluka’s clothing or skin.

Literally, it had all been washed clean. There was a large hole in the wall, and the rain pouring in from it was gathering up into a turbid stream and extinguishing Julia’s fire.

“Ho…My flames can’t be put out by regular rain. Have you changed this rain into magical water? Impressive, Elluka,” Julia praised.

But that was wrong. Elluka wasn’t the one who used the rain.

Then that left one answer. The other sorceress present there—

“Gumillia!”

She had done it.

“Elluka…you’re too panicked.”

“I-I am not!”

“Yes, you are--Hey, woman." Gumillia waved her left hand, and the turbid stream returned back to rain. While doing so, she pointed her right hand at Julia and began to speak to her. "Where, have you left your red cat plushy?"

"…"

Julia didn't reply. The smile had vanished from her face.

That was true. If she was "Red Cat Sorceress", then her true body would be the plushy. Her human bodies were simply being manipulated by it. So the “Red Cat Sorceress” always either had the plushy riding her shoulders or at least somewhere nearby.

But she couldn’t see it anywhere in the mansion.

In other words, that meant--

"You…are not the 'Red Cat Sorceress'!" Elluka cried, also pointing at Julia.

Gumillia made a dissatisfied expression. “I had, wanted, to say that…”

Without a word, Julia glared at Elluka, and then turned that glare to Gumillia.

"…Hmph."

And then she made her third sigh that day.

“It seems of the ‘Eternal Sorceresses’, the apprentice is the superior one. …Yes. Congratulations. I am not the 'Red Cat Sorceress', and while I'm at it I'm not 'First, Santa Claus' either. … You could go as far as to say that I'm not even 'Julia Abelard'."

She pinched the edges of her skirt and lifted them in a quick curtsey,

“Let me introduce myself again. I am the most loyal apprentice of ‘First, Santa Claus’…the one you call the ‘Red Cat Sorceress’—I am called ‘Fourth, Shadow’. The ‘Four’ is simply because I like that number; in actuality I am the most senior member below my lady, heheheheheheh.”

“’Fourth, Shadow’—In other words, you’re her body double?” Elluka asked.

"Yes, that’s so.”

“Then the fake ‘Elluka’ who got close with Margarita—”

“Oh yes, that was not a lie. You weren’t mistaken on that. Though of course, that was something that I’d done under my lady’s orders.”

Come to think of it—Rita at the Charity Institute had said that the “messenger of the gods” who’d arrived when Margarita was born was a different woman from the fake Elluka.

She’d been right. The “messenger of the gods” was the genuine “Red Cat Sorceress”, and the fake Elluka who showed up in Toragay after that was the “Fourth, Shadow” standing before them…That must be it.

“Ah, that’s right. I’ll tell you everything, before you ask me—I am also the one who burned down Lioness twelve years ago. –My, how nostalgic. Now that I think about it, that was my first job. Though, I’d done it by own judgment. My lady has such an attachment to you. I got so burned up with jealousy. But in the end, I wasn’t able to kill you, my whole reason for doing it. …Little Shadow was but a novice back then you see, teehee♪”

“I see…I’m glad to hear that…In that case then I can kill you without hesitation.”

“My my, such bold talk, Miss Elluka. Alright, then if it’s like that how about I send you once more the fire spell that my lady taught m—”

“No need.”

The one to butt in between them was Gumillia. She had drawn her fireworks gun, and pointed the muzzle at Shadow.

“If you, are the ‘Red Cat Sorceress’ apprentice, then your opponent, can be me, an apprentice as well.”

“…Getting awfully cocky, aren’t we, Miss Ex-spirit? All you’re going to do is dodge my flames aga—"

Whether it was “Shhpah!”, “Crack!”, or “Ka-boom!”—at any rate, a bright flash shot from Gumillia’s gun along with a loud explosion.

--But Shadow nimbly dodged it.

“What an interesting thing you have there. Is that a gun with magic in it? I see, so then you’re able to use a degree of magical power without relying on the enviro—"

Another explosive noise rung out, and another flash headed for Shadow.

But she once again dodged it.

“You’re slow. Too slow. Something like that’s not going to work on m—”

“Then, what about this?”

Gumillia took out a knife from her pocket, and rapidly inscribed a symbol onto it.

She quickly brought up the gun again, and fired off a third time.

The flash that came out was much faster than before.

“—Oop.”

Shadow just barely managed to dodge with a bit of panic. The flash only grazed her skirt.

“An acceleration symbol, hm? How marvelous. But unfortunately, I’m still just a bit too fast for—”

“‘Clockwork Secret Art’.”

The moment those words came to Gumillia’s mouth, the rain coming in from the hole in the wall suddenly stopped all at once.

Not just that. The dusk outside brightened, and the scenery at once changed to the middle of the day.

“Wh…what is—”

A bizarre change began to occur in Shadow too. The movements of her body had changed to something quite openly sluggish.

“Wh…at…is…th…is…”

Gumillia leisurely walked up to Shadow.

“Ho…w…are…yo…u…so…fa…st…?”

From Shadow’s perspective, Gumillia’s movements probably looked like they’d gotten extremely rapid.

But they weren’t. In truth—the flow of time around Shadow had simply gotten slower.

The Clockwork Secret Art—ordinarily it was a spell that required elaborate preparation, and a source of great magical power to accompany it.

And yet Gumillia…had used it without any preparation or without even recitation of any spell words.

Gumillia put her gun’s muzzle on Shadow’s temple and immediately pulled the trigger.

“Ough!”

Shadow gave out a miserable scream, fell back, and then was blown away.

Even after she collided with the ground, Shadow didn’t lose consciousness. She staggered around on her feet. Apparently the effects of the Clockwork technique itself had cut out.

“Looks as though, right now, this is my limit, after all,” Gumillia muttered regretfully.

If the Clockwork Secret Art had been completely unleashed to its full effect, Shadow’s movements wouldn’t have just slowed, but time would have completely come to a full standstill. The span of time that it was in effect would have been much longer, too.

Gumillia might have declared herself to be at her limit in that sense, but even so it was more than enough. It was beyond what the average sorcerer would be able to even put into operation alone.

“Alright. One more try. Clockwork—”

“N…Hold on a moment! Stop,” Shadow anxiously screamed, running outside from the hole in the wall.

The outside of the mansion had once more turned to nighttime, and the rain had started pouring again.

“…You won’t escape,” Gumillia murmured. Immediately after, something snagged on Shadow’s body.

“Wh…!?”

It was the stems of Greeonio Plateau Roses. They had been growing in the garden, and had rapidly expanded, binding Shadow’s arms and legs. Not just one, but several had all attacked her at once.

“I c-can’t move—”

“And now…return to the earth.”

The Greeonio Plateau Roses’ vigor didn’t stop at arresting Shadow. The pointed stems pierced into her skin, and burrowed into her insides. The number of stems wrapped around her grew and grew, until finally Shadow’s body had been completely obscured by them.

Elluka could do nothing but gaze during the whole fight. She merely watched over these actions that far surpassed what she pictured of her favored pupil in complete admiration.

The Greeonio Plateau Roses stopped growing. The captured Shadow said nothing.

Eventually the countless stems fused together and changed to one large stem, and finally a massive flower bloomed from it.

And so, the battle came to an abrupt end—

And Fourth, Shadow literally became an enormous Flower of the Plateau.

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lyssala · 5 years

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Your Heart is the Only Place

Pairing: Terra/Aqua, Kingdom Hearts

Setting: One month after the previous chapter

Rating: K

Notes: LISTEN It’s my birthday so have some sappy sappy fluff cause what better way for me to celebrate hahaha We’re getting real close till I can finally actually write the babies! Not quite there yet, but soon. I actually like how this one came out though I was stuck on it for a little while. I just wanted a quiet moment with the Wayfinder Trio more than anything <3

Previous Chapter / AO3

7. Warmth

“And then, we got pushed right into the chalk drawing, like it came to life all around us.”

Out of the corner of Terra’s eyes he could see Ven waving his arms around frantically like that would describe adequately what was going on in his story. It didn’t, even to people who had eyes to see him, but Terra appreciated the effort Ven was going through to keep Aqua entertained.

“It almost had a strange feel to it,” Ven continued. “Like we could tell it was a world inside a world, which is I guess why we got asked to go in the first place. Something like that wasn’t heard of in other worlds so they wanted to make sure nothing was bad about it.”

“I see,” Aqua said. She sounded alert and interested to what Ven was saying but there was also a layer of exhaustion to her voice.

“Well, the only thing bad was the outfit Terra had to wear. I wish I had been smart enough to remember to take a picture to show you. You’d all probably cackle about as much as I did.”

“I think you did enough cackling for all five of us,” Terra said, trying to focus on the papers scattered over the desk but the words were blurring together. He reached up to rub his forehead, letting his eyes close for a second. How late was it?

“That’s true,” Ven snickered.

“Even though you had to wear the same outfit.”

“Yeah, but I pulled it off spectacularly.”

“Real cute, Ven,” Terra yawned. The temptation to just keep his eyes closed and fall asleep right on the desk was tempting but he forced his eyes back open to look down at the reports he was supposed to be finishing. He used to wonder what Eraqus did in his study all the times that he wasn’t teaching or training with them; Terra didn’t quite have to wonder anymore.

“I’m sure you were,” Aqua said and he didn’t even have to look to hear the amusement in her voice. “Both of you.”

That only sent Ven into a spiral of laughter again.

It was a warm night, summer coming in fiercely. Terra had the windows in his room open, the night air blowing in and hopefully taking out some of the humidity. It smelt almost like it would rain, but every time he looked the stars and the moon were clear, not a cloud in sight.

“But everything was…” She cut off with an exasperated sigh. “Ven, do you mind, getting…”

Terra turned around in his chair looking over to the bed where Aqua was trying to push herself up to sit better.

“Got it,” Ven said, leaning backwards almost off his spot on the bed to grab an extra pillow that must’ve fallen off at some point. “Here, lean up a little more.”

Aqua did as he asked while he secured the pillow behind her lower back. She sighed again when she leaned back against the pillows that were already propped up against the headboard of the bed, but this time she at least seemed a little more comfortable. “Thank you,” she said. “But everything was okay? On the mission?”

“Everything was fine,” Terra said, resting his arm on the back of his chair even though he knew the faster he got this paperwork done the faster he could go to bed. “No problems.”

“No problems at all,” Ven nodded as to support the statement. “It was fun even. Have you ever seen penguins wear suits before?”

Aqua laughed, and though it was breathy and tired, she still had a smile on her face as she looked to Ven. “Suits, really?”

“Really! They even danced.”

“Oh? Will you show me?”

Ven reached a hand to the back of his head, like he was suddenly embarrassed. “I dunno, I don’t remember.”

“Don’t be modest,” Terra said. “I’m sure you could do it off memory.”

“Hey, you’re just teasing now,” Ven huffed. “How about you do it.”

“No, Aqua already knows what a terrible dancer I am. I don’t think she needs a reminder.”

“I beg to differ,” she chuckled, though it was broken with a sharp breath, her hand fluttering down to the side of her stomach.

“What’s wrong?” Ven asked, quickly leaning forward to her.

Nights like these Terra was thankful that Ven liked to hang out with them more than he liked to sleep. Aqua refused to let Terra abandon any sort of work for her, but she was also having a difficult time getting any sleep. He knew it only came with the territory; she was eight months pregnant and the bigger the babies got the more active they were at all hours of the night. Not to mention the additional strain it put on every inch of her body let alone being comfortable enough to fall asleep. When Ven was here to keep her company and look after her if she had any discomfort made Terra feel a little more at ease, even if he’d gladly leave his work any chance he got.

“Oh, nothing,” she said, though her voice was strained slightly, gesturing for Ven to give her his hand. “They just don’t seem to understand what sleep means.”

Ven let her place his hand over to the side of her stomach and he must’ve felt them moving around because his blue eyes lit up. “Not even a little bit.” Ven leaned in a little bit, rubbing his hand gently against her. “We’re going to have so much fun, you know that right?”

Terra yawned again, leaning his chin against his arm as Aqua reached her other hand up to Ven’s head, brushing some of his bangs from his face. The babies must’ve done something in reaction to his voice because he was grinning as he looked up to Aqua.

“I think they do,” Aqua said.

Ven gave her another quick few taps before he flopped down on his back on the bed “Since it’s so close now, what do you think of the genders? Staying the same? Changed at all?”

“You’re only asking because I know you guys have a bet going,” Terra snorted.

Ven placed a hand on his chest, looking a little outraged. “Excuse me, how dare you think I’d profit on my future nieces or nephews.”

Terra arched his eyebrows.

“And because we all know I’m going to win so it’s pointless to discuss that fact.”

“That’s what I thought.” Terra glanced over to Aqua who was laughing slightly but was also already watching him. She didn’t say anything about him essentially abandoning his paperwork but it was also like…

He glanced to the clock in the corner of the room. It was already nearing two o’clock in the morning, so maybe she already understood he probably wasn’t finishing it tonight.

“I’m still the same,” Aqua said, tapping her fingers absent mindedly. “I think its girls. I couldn’t tell you why, I always thought it was a girl before I found out there were two so I figure there could be two just as easily.

“I know I probably should listen to you,” Terra said.

Aqua got this look on her face, which despite her exhaustion was so familiar a teasing face he saw countless times. “When have you ever?”

Ven clapped his hands over his mouth trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, yeah.” Terra rolled his eyes, even though he was just happy that she felt well enough to still have that personality of hers he loved so much. “I’m only saying I remember how I was as a kid, only boys could cause you as much trouble and annoyance as they have.”

“He has a fair point,” Ven said.

“Well what about you then,” Aqua said, reaching over to push lightly at his head.

“The best of both worlds, a boy and a girl.”

“Why?” Terra asked, more curious than accusing. It was reasonable enough he supposed, and it’s not like he never thought about it either but Ven sounded so sure in the fact that there had to be some reasoning behind it.

“Because, you guys were like meant to be together,” he said. “I always knew that before I even knew that I knew that, so I think it would be destiny’s way of…I dunno, making things right after things went wrong for so long.”

Okay, well, that wasn’t quite what Terra was expecting but still felt a smile on his lips; both from the sentiment and from how mature Ven sounded when he said it. Sometimes it was hard to realize how much he grew up, that he wasn’t that scared little boy any more, that he was ready to be a master in his own right but Terra found himself more proud than sad.

“That’s sweet, Ven,” Aqua said, her eyes looking a little watery. “I like that.”

He waved her off slightly, be the smile from the approval was clear on his face. Terra loved that the castle had so many residents again, that there would be even more. He loved that his family, both through friendship and now blood, continued to grow but there was something special to him about the three of them. It was how his life started really.

Terra didn’t really remember his parents, they died when he was young but ever since he was brought to the Land of Departure with Eraqus it was home, they were family. Aqua came after and while they butted heads a lot as they both tried to figure out how to be friends with each other, once they understood how the other operated, what made them happy, what made them mad, what made them laugh, they were inseparable. When Ven came into their lives he was like the little brother neither ever had; their own unique family that couldn’t be broken apart even when outside forces tried their damnedest. Sure they were missing one important family member, but only in body not in heart.

Terra often felt like Eraqus was still with them in the quietest of the halls, in the warm breezes that blew around their hair, in the moonlight that kept the darkness at bay at nights. He knew he wasn’t the only one; Ven often said because they left their wayfinders on Eraqus’ memorial they left him a way to always come back to them, even if they couldn’t see him. Aqua would hum in approval, the thought of him being still with them comforting. Terra knew because he felt the same way about it.

He hoped it was true, because in a month and a half he was going to need all the help he could get, especially from the only dad he ever knew. Terra tried not to worry about it, but late at night when he realized that he’d never even held a baby before how was he supposed to know to take care of his own kids it wasn’t exactly easy. He saw the lives of two kids who trained under the same master, and how one was led to darkness while the other embraced light. How was he supposed to lead anyone down the right paths when he himself wasn’t always on the right path?

The comfort of Aqua and Ven talking, of their presence was starting to fade, leaving Terra’s chest clenched, making it feel hard to breath. He didn’t have time to push off the what ifs any more when every day came closer to the reality that he was going to have two lives in his hands.

“Terra,” Aqua said, making him blink his eyes. Both Aqua and Ven were watching him, and Terra wondered just how long he had zoned out. “C’mon, I know you’re about to fall asleep on that chair.”

Ven looked like he was about to laugh at catching Terra passing out at his desk but Aqua looked a little more knowingly; despite the smile her forehead was furrowed. Maybe not knowing exactly what he was thinking, but something along the lines.

“Alright,” Terra said, pushing himself up from the chair to walk over to the bed that was already looking a little full; considering Ven rolled over on his side to face Aqua it was clear he had no thought of leaving.

She carefully inched herself forward on the bed, moving aside some of the pillows so there was room for him. Terra did his best not to jostle her too much as he climbed in behind, kicking his legs up on the bed on either side of her. She laid back against him with a small sigh, but one he at least knew was a content one as he placed his hands over her stomach.

He could easily feel them moving around, clearly the reason she was still awake. It made his chest feel warm for a moment, feeling living proof that they were there and they were real never got old, but he couldn’t shake his previous mindset that easily. Terra leaned his head down slightly, placing a quick kiss to the side of her head, letting the easy comfort of Aqua’s presence try and make him relax.

“Do you have names yet?” Ven asked, tapping his finger against the blanket under him.

“Not since yesterday when you asked last,” Aqua chuckled, though she was sounding significantly more tired.

“C’mon,” he said. “You need names, names like make it so real.”

“Believe me, Ven. It’s plenty real to me.”

Terra snorted, closing his eyes, his head still leaned up against hers.

They were all quiet for a moment and Terra thought the two of them might’ve actually fallen asleep this time, but the babies were still moving around and Ven was shifting on the bed.

“Hey,” he said, though his voice was much quieter than before. “Can I ask you guys something personal?”

That question could be alarming coming from a teenager but Terra knew from his own embarrassing experience, Eraqus was plenty adept in giving those sorts of talks. Ven was already plenty aware of what went into actually having kids.

“Of course,” Aqua said. “You know we’ll always be honest with you, Ven.”

He was quiet, hesitant almost. Ven was always curious and always open with that curiosity so it was strange to see him nervous to ask them something. Terra opened his eyes, turning his head to look at Ven who was picking at the blanket.

“Do you guys ever get scared? Like about all of this?”

Terra swallowed the lump in his throat, afraid that maybe he accidentally spoke aloud when he was lost in his mind a few minutes ago but it wasn’t directed just at him. He knew he was afraid, and often afraid for that matter, but voicing that to the two people he loved the most was a lot harder.

“Oh, Ven,” Aqua said in that soft tone of hers. “Of course, absolutely.”

It wasn’t like he didn’t know, but there was something about the honesty in her tone that made him feel not quite as alone in his own fears.

“I get scared sometimes too,” Ven said, not looking up at them. “That like something bad might happen to you or them, and then I don’t know what I’d do. I don’t know if I could do it again.”

“It’s okay,” she said. “It’s okay to feel that way, that’s what love is. You don’t want anything bad to happen to the people you love so much so that it hurts sometimes. You know what makes me feel better?”

Ven did look up that time.

“You,” she said, reaching her hand out to ruffle his hair. “Terra, and Sora, Kairi, Riku, and Lea all people who I know if anything ever happened to me would not only take care of our children, but would take care of each other and that’s all I’d ever want.”

“Okay,” Ven said, a small smile on his lips.

“And I know…” Aqua said as she reached for Terra’s hand, lacing her fingers with his. “Terra gets scared sometimes too, it’s not just me.”

“I am right here,” he said, though he wasn’t actually upset; it was the truth after all.

“Yeah, I know but you’d never actually say it.”

He couldn’t ever say she didn’t know him.

“For the same reasons?” Ven asked, glancing up to Terra.

“Mostly,” he said, also not a lie. The fear of something happening to him again and not only leaving Aqua and Ven but two small children now was enough to keep him up at night at times.

“He gets worried he won’t know what do to as a father, that he won’t make the right choices or won’t be able to be there for them like he wants to be but he should know he’s wrong.”

Terra shook his head and laughed despite himself. He supposed it was pointless to keep anything from her. “Am I now?”

“Absolutely. I know it because I’ve had bandages put on my knees by you, and I’ve watched you encourage Ven to be the best person he could be, I’ve seen you make special meals for Sora, Kairi and Riku that reminded them of their home, and I’ve seen you keep Lea on his toes in training like Master used to do to you. All not your biological children, sure, but that doesn’t matter. You do all those things without thinking, so stop thinking.”

“Should be easy for you, Ter,” Ven chuckled.

He supposed it was the mark of their own family bonds that he could reach out to gently hit Ven in the head as he leaned in to press a kiss to Aqua’s cheek. It didn’t make all the worries that swirled around in his head and the pit of his stomach vanish, but it did make him feel more at ease that in the least she believed in him just fine.

Ven was careful about it, but he scooted in, wrapping his arms around them as best as he could as his head rested on Terra’s other arm. “Well, I know you’re the best parents I ever had so I think any kids of yours are lucky. I know I was.”

Aqua hummed as she reached an arm around him but it sounded slightly choked. Terra closed his eyes as he leaned his head against the headboard, breathing out slightly.

It was scary most all the time, the closer she got to her due date the harder it got but at the same time no matter what they had each other. They already went through the worse and here they were, still awake at two am in one of their rooms keeping each other company. He supposed he should know they could get through anything as long as they were together, and in this case it was a good thing, a very good thing.

He looked back down to try and see if they wanted to move but it was too late. Terra noticed the babies had settled under his hands, Aqua’s eyes were already closed, her breathing rhythmic. Ven didn’t make it much better; he was snuggled up next to them, his head buried but Terra could see Ven’s side’s rising and falling. Also Terra’s arm had already fallen asleep.

Of course, how did he not see this one coming?

He carefully untangled his hand from Aqua’s, moving to flip off the lamp on the night stand next to him. The darkness wasn’t quite as scary as it used to be, plus the moonlight was shining in through the window.

Terra sighed as he leaned against the headboard again, eyes glancing towards the open window. His family really was much bigger now, his world even so much bigger and yet these were the times he’d cherish the most, when it was the three of them.

A warm breeze blew in through the window; blowing over them and making him close his eyes with a small smile. Ah, of course, how could he forget?

When it was the four of them.

#terraqua #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts fanfic #my fics:kh #onlyplace #canonversekh #I started the next chapter today as well #then only 2 left!#I'm excited to finish it up and start my next canonverse set <3

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raendown · 6 years

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@bouncyirwin hahaha look at that time stamp. Better late than never, right?

Pairing: ShikamaruSakura Word count: 1741 Summary: Sakura never truly expected a big romantic production for her first time. Good thing, too, considering who she's dating.

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Easy Beginnings

Even long before they got together Sakura knew that Shikamaru was a lazy guy who preferred to do things at his own pace if at all. Their friends called him gentlemanly for waiting and taking their relationship at a slow pace but when the two of them were alone she ribbed Shikamaru mercilessly that she knew better. He was no gentleman; he was just too lazy to go fast.

They had been together for nearly three months before they finally got around to doing anything more intimate that sharing a few languid kisses. Luckily Sakura was the take charge type who had gone in to this relationship expecting exactly what she got, a man who preferred to simply lay back and watch things happen.

Not to say that he couldn’t be motivated to take action of his own. Sakura very much approved of his contributions to their fumbling explorations and she wasn’t shy about letting him know that.

Six months after they started dating Sakura pressed her boyfriend down in to the bed, threw her leg across his lap, and told him in no uncertain terms that she was very interested in taking another step forward. As she didn’t happen to be wearing either a shirt or a bra at the time, it was rather obvious what she meant by that.

“If you feel like you’re ready,” was all he said, eyes already drifting down the curve of her neck to rest somewhere at his own eye level. Sakura grinned down at him and tucked a single finger under his chin to bring his gaze back up to her own.

“Are you?” she asked.

“Been ready for a while,” he admitted. “I just didn’t mention it. Didn’t want to push you or anything.”

“Okay, remind me to be annoyed with you about that later because right now I have other things on my mind. Important things. Things like this.” Sakura held up a condom, which Shikamaru snatched from her while trying very hard to maintain a lazy expression.

Rather than reply to that he lifted his hips as much as he could with her straddled across his thighs and tried to pull down his trousers without seeming like a teenager fumbling at his first time. Just because this actually was both of their first times didn’t mean he wanted to look so nervous. After wriggling out of his shirt as well he rolled the condom down on to himself, glad that she said nothing about how hard he was already at the mere mention of sex.

Clad in only a pair of lacy underwear, Sakura offered her boyfriend a slightly shaky smile before leaning down to kiss him, wrapping both arms around his neck. She could feel hands resting lightly on her hips and Shikamaru smiling in to their kiss and just those two things settled a great deal of the butterflies in her stomach.

The fluttering in her belly started anew for an entirely different reason when she felt Shikamaru begin to stroke up and down the tops of her thighs, slowly working his way inward until his thumbs brushed up against the line of her underwear. He paused for a moment before tracing the line of her opening through the lace, making her groan out loud and kiss him harder.

“You don’t...really need to prepare me or anything,” she admitted with a slight flush of embarrassment.

“Won’t it hurt if you’re not...uh...aroused or whatever?”

“It took me fifteen minutes to work up the nerve to come and give you the condom. What do you think was on my mind that whole time? Trust me, I’m plenty aroused right now.”

Shikamaru chuckled and conceded the point. “Someone’s in a hurry.”

“This someone is impatient and horny so hurry yourself along, Nara, or I’ll go take care of myself!”

“You really know how to motivate a guy, Haruno.”

Without further ado he dipped his fingers under the hem of her panties and pulled them aside. It definitely would have been better to take them off altogether but she had neither the confidence to do so beforehand nor the patience to do so now. Actually, she realized as he dipped one finger inside just to be sure she felt wet enough, it was kind of erotic–sort of like they were sneaking in some kind of forbidden act when no one was looking.

Shikamaru’s hands were shaking as they helped guide her to the right spot to sink down on to him and Sakura gripped his shoulders so tightly they almost bruised as she worked him inside herself. Shikamaru waited patiently, holding himself still despite the urge to buck up further in to that tight, wet heat.

Finally she was fully seated and he watched her shift minutely with a slightly uncertain expression.

“How’s it feel?” he asked, curious and worried and much more nervous than he wanted her to know. Her nose scrunched and he felt his heart clenching inside his chest.

“Very weird,” was all she said. Shikamaru stared for a moment.

“That’s not very encouraging.”

“It’s a good weird!” Sakura insisted with a slight giggle, head dropping forward to rest on his shoulder. “It’s just new so it’s weird but it definitely feels good too, I promise.”

“Alright. Just let me know when you’re ready to keep going, I guess.”

Sakura shifted her weight a couple more times before nodding, although he had the impression that she was nodding more to her internal monologue than to him. Probably giving herself as pep talk of some sort. When she very carefully lifted her hips at last and slid back down his length he couldn’t help but groan at the sensation of it.

As though that one noise had suddenly amped up her confidence, Sakura rolled her hips again in a new way and began to move up and down rapidly, like she couldn’t get enough. Shikamaru had barely enough mental power to let his head fall back against the couch cushions and hang on tight for the ride. His spine arched every time she sank back down to envelope him in that incredible tightness until he began to wonder if he might lose his mind before they were finished.

When Sakura began to moan and clench, Shikamaru close his eyes and prayed that it meant she was as close as he was. This felt as amazing as he had thought it would and despite his embarrassment over not lasting long, he really couldn’t help it. It was hardly his fault that his girlfriend was so hot.

“Oh kami Shika,” Sakura breathed, making him shudder. “Touch me. Please touch me. I need to cum right now.”

Unable to answer verbally, Shikamaru grunted and struggled to unclench his fingers from around her hip so that he could reach down between them. Curious, he bypassed where she had pleaded him to touch at first so that he could reach lower, tracing her opening where it stretched around him and feeling himself sliding in and out. Both of them gasped at the sensation of it.

His curiosity lasted only for a moment before he lifted his thumb to her clit as she had asked him to and began to draw frantic circles around it. From exploring other intimate acts, he knew without looking that it would be swollen and red with arousal. With his eyes closed he could draw up the memory of what it would taste like on his tongue and just thinking about it made him stroke her faster, his other hand encouraging her to increase the pace of her hips as well. He was so close it felt like fire licking underneath his skin.

“Fuck!” Shikamaru came with his teeth clenched, curling in to the woman riding his lap while he tried to keep his thumb moving.

When Sakura finally fell over the edge as well he gasped anew at the sensation of it. He’d thought she felt tight before but it was nothing to how it felt to be squeezed by her inner walls as they pulsed with an orgasm that had her shaking atop him.

“Holy chakra,” Sakura murmured. “That was...wow. That was wow. Good words. Very wordy good. Mhm.”

Shikamaru barely found the energy to huff out a single breath of laughter.

“Whatever you just said, I agree.”

The two of them collapsed against the back of the couch, all of Sakura’s weight resting shamelessly on top of her boyfriend. She figured that a big strong shinobi like him could take it easily. Her body rose and fell with his heaving chest as both of them struggled to return their breathing to normal.

Finally Sakura managed to brace her arms and push her still jittering body up in to a sitting position. She didn’t expect Shikamaru to shudder underneath her and grab at her hips, this time to keep her still.

“Troublesome woman! Quit moving around like that. Everything’s...sensitive!”

“Oh sorry,” she laughed. “I should probably get off though, so we can clean up?”

“In a minute.” Without bothering to open his eyes, Shikamaru fumbled around with his hand until he had found one of hers, weaving their fingers together. “Can’t you just give us a minute first?”

“Lazy,” she accused him. He didn’t refute the claim.

She didn’t really mind giving him a minute though. With his head tilted back and his hair in disarray, working its way out of his typical ponytail, there was just something about him that looked so domestic and utterly at peace. She rather enjoyed the image he made right then.

“I love you, Shika.” The words slipped passed her lips without much thought and she sort of regretted that she ruined the scene before her as Shikamaru cracked one eye open to peer at her softly.

“I guess I sort of like you too,” he said.

Sakura laughed and shook her head. Then just because he was being difficult instead of mushy she made sure to grind her hips a few times against his protests to make him quiver before lifting herself away to go clean up.

Their first time hadn’t really been anything like she imagined it would be but Sakura couldn’t bring herself to wish that it had gone any other way. Every moment she shared with Shikamaru was perfect no matter what they were doing and she hoped that would never change.

She hoped they would never change.

#inbox spring cleaning #rae writes #shikasaku #sakura #shikamaru #fanfiction #naruto shippuden

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magicalallura-archive · 7 years

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AU Where Hunk didn’t sneak out with Lance

Alright, so the original idea for this post came from @lancesmiles ‘Alone in Space’ AU, for which you can find the original post here (and also a fic here, which adds a nice soulmate aspect and is pretty damn good in general go read it). But it has... basically nothing to do with that? Whoops. Anyway, I couldn’t stop thinking about the implications this had for the plot as a whole, so this Needlessly Complicated and Plotty AU Version was born! Have my heavily bullshitted slightly more plausible (hahaha who am I kidding no it’s not) version of this story!

Our story starts when Hunk refuses to sneak out of the Garrison with Lance

Hunk is kinda tired and doesn’t really want to go along with his boyfriend’s bullshit right now, but he kisses his forehead and wishes him good luck, then goes to sleep.

Then, suddenly, the alarm rings, telling everyone to stay inside, the Garrison is on lockdown, this is not a drill.

Hunk jerks awake and then immediately FREAKS OUT.

His boyfriend still isn’t back, he’s definitely getting locked out of the Garrison, in what’s probably a dangerous situation outside.

So he tells the nearest authority figure.

(He hates to rat Lance out, and he knows that Lance is definitely going to kill him for it later on, but this is an emergency)

That authority figure practically shits their pants and relays the information immediately, but by now Lance is already breaking out Shiro/about to get flown off a cliff by Keith, so there’s not much they can do.

Hunk never does see Lance again (or at least not soon), and it takes three days before he hears any news.

Three days later, there is an official announcement from the Garrison that cadets Pidge Gunderson and Lance [insert surname] are officially missing, and presumed dead.

They refuse to disclose why they presume the cadets dead, citing government secrets and claiming that it’s classified information.

None of this comes as a surprise to Hunk, but he’d devastated nonetheless.

He cannot pay attention during the lessons, he stops studying, even eating becomes unappealing. He cries at random moments, when something reminds him of Lance. Which is pretty much everything, by the way. He just has so many memories with him, and he can’t believe that Lance is just... gone. Not even dead, not for sure. Just... gone.

Basically he is exhibiting all classic signs of depression and mourning.

The teachers just kind of leave him alone and cut him some slack, because both of his crewmembers have just disappeared. The students tiptoe around him, because they knew that Lance was his boyfriend.

One of the students, the girl with the dark green hair, sits at his lunch table two days after the announcement, and tells him that if there’s anything she can do for him, he can tell her.

Green Hair Girl is the resident smuggler. She can get everything inside the Garrison, for a reasonable price, of course. Hunk knows this, but isn’t thinking of it at the moment. He thanks her, but assumes that it’s an empty gesture.

During the night of the third day after Lance’d disappearance, after the announcement, Hunk dreams of a powerful robot called Voltron, made out of five robot lions. It’s weird, but he’s grieving right now, so he ignores the dream, and almost forgets it.

Around the fourth day after Lance and Pidge’s disappearance, rumors start circling around the Garrison of a gigantic mechanical lion running around the Garrison, maybe even fighting aliens, but Hunk barely even registers them.

Mainwhile, Lance is at Keith’s shack, getting his mind blown.

“Hey the Kerberos crew got captured by aliens who have taken over the Galaxy, also this dude who thinks he’s hot shit and is totally worse then me (Keith) is claiming that he’s feeling weird energies from the caves in the canyon, and also found weird cave paintings.”

Yeah he’s getting his mind blown. He feels bad about not being able to contact Hunk, but this just kind of. Takes priority.

(He wanted to call Hunk and his family, by the way, to tell them he was okay. But Keith and Pidge vetoed that idea, because they are currently on the run from the Garrison, and there’s no way the Garrison isn’t tapping phone calls right now. Also Keith’s shack has no internet/phone connection, so. There’s that too.)

They all agree that they need to figure out what those carvings are, so they just kind of. Go and wander in the desert, around the area where Keith found those drawings, trying to find the source of them.

It’s inefficient and it takes one and a half days, but eventually they stumble across the cave that Blue is in, and the ground collapses, and Lance rides in a Gigantic Blue Space Lion Warmachine.

It would be more awesome if they didn’t immediately get into a high-stakes fight with the Galra.

The Galra were on the verge of figuring out where the Blue Lion was being held when Shiro escaped, this is canon. So without Hunk’s Geigner Counter to find Voltron, they probably tracked it down just as fast, if not a little faster, then our team. They came down to Earth to pick it up, but got the unpleasant surprise of someone already piloting it.

The battle against the Galra takes place on Earth, mere miles from the Garrison, who get a front-row seat on it.

(Ulaz, who is still on the ship he freed Shiro from, manages to hijack an escape pod and flees to Earth, thinking to contact the Blade’s base from there. Unfortunately for him, his pod gets discovered by the Garrison, who take him in for experimentation.)

(Look I don’t think we ever found out how and when Ulaz escaped the ship Shiro was on so this is as reasonable a possibility as any)

Lance & Co defeat the Galra, and escape to Arus, where they wake up Allura and Coran.

Cue Sendak’s ship and the first battle for Arus. Also the Problem of the Yellow Lion.

Sendak’s ship is still hot on their heels and on its way to destroy Arus and capture Voltron. Allura and the rest of team Voltron need to act quickly.

They do not have a yellow paladin.

Allura can see that all of the others are compatible with a Lion, but without the yellow lion, they can’t form Voltron, or even get the Black Lion out of the Castle. So they’re two lions and a Voltron down.

(Listen, I don’t think anyone else could wake up the Yellow Lion. While someone else might be able to pilot it temporarily, Hunk is its paladin, and he needs to wake it up. He’s not replacable in this case, at least not according to my definition of a Paladin.)

Allura and Coran decide to let the Yellow Lion stay where it is right now, because they believe the area to be save, and also they’re on a time restraint.

(It’s not save, of course. The Galra are close to finding it, even if it’s by accident. But Allura and Coran don’t know that.)

It’s decided that Shiro and Pidge will go find the Green Lion, while Lance, Keith, Allura, and Coran stay behind to work on an attack plan against Sendak.

Shiro and Pidge find and bring the Green Lion to the Castle, Coran locates the Red Lion as inside Sendak’s ship, and they launch their attack.

I really thought about how this battle would work without the Yellow and Black Lions, and especially without Voltron, and I’ve come to the conclusion that it requires a ridiculous amount of tactical planning and luck, but it IS possible to win.

I won’t go into detail on how Sendak was defeated, because that would take forever, but here’s the rundown: Lance distracts Sendak by pretending to give up his Lion, while Pidge, Keith, and Shiro sneak on board. Pidge hooks herself up to the Central Command Center of the ship, and hacks it. Keith goes to find the Red Lion. Shiro was originally going to stay and guard Pidge, but finding out that prisoners are on board changes the plan. He breaks the prisoners out. Pidge hacks in and powers the entire ship down, then gets back to the Green Lion, where she meets Shiro. Keith wins over the Red Lion, and the Red, Blue, and Green Lion, battle the powered down ship, eventually causing it to explode.

(This means that everyone on board is dead. Sendak is dead. This means that he will never break into the Castle, which means that the Balmera Arc won’t happen, because there’s now no reason to find a Balmeran Crystal. It also means that Crystal Venom never happens, and that Alfor’s AI lives happily ever after. Because Pidge never went to search for the prisoners, she doesn’t find and hack Rover.)

(I REALLY wanted to work Shay into this AU, but I honestly couldn’t think of any way to do that without it just being a whole lot of unnecessary filler, so. No Shay. Sorry.)

Back at the Garrison, Hunk gets a call from Lance’s family, and realizes that, actually? He isn’t okay with the Garrison’s vague explenation.

Hunk’s family already called him to send their condolences, but hearing Lance’s siblings ask him where their brother REALLY is feels rawer, and fills him with anger.

He realizes that these little kids have the right idea. Where IS Lance?

‘Presumed dead’, but why?

Lance’s parents take over the phone from the siblings, apologizing for their behavior, but also adding that they haven’t gotten any additional information from the Garrison either, and yeah. That’s shady.

Hunk hangs up, filled with questions and rage. A part of him also feels determined. He has a mission now. Figuring out what happened to his crewmates, and, most importantly, his boyfriend.

Naturally, he tries to go through the appropriate motions first, asking the Garrison and even Iverson himself what really happened to his friends. Nobody gives him any answers, but they let out that they do know, or at least have more information that they are giving him.

So the natural conclusion is to build a bug to listen in on Iverson and any other Garrison Autority Figures.

Building an undetectable bug isn’t actually all that hard for Genius Engineer Hunk, but he is missing a vital piece of technology that he just can’t get in the Garrison.

So he asks Green Smuggling Girl for help. Smuggling Girl is suprised at the request, but admits she knows how to get her hands on it. She doesn’t want to know what Hunk is planning on doing with it, since she’s pretty sure that it’s highly illegal and maybe treason, but she did say that she’d help him if he needed it, so. She helps him.

She gets to him a week later, and tells him that his seller is refusing to give her the technology without meeting Hunk first. Hunk is suspicious, but goes. He meets the seller in the desert, after sneaking out of the Garrison during the middle of the day. Lance gave him a lot of practice.

And guess who the seller is?

Colleen Holt, that’s who.

Let’s not pretend that she’s not a technical genius too. She definitely is, and is very much not happy with the Garrison refusing to give her any information about her husband and son disappearing, and has now also lost her only daughter. She is, rightfully, pissed. So when Smuggler Girl contacted her with the request for a piece of Vital Technology To Create A Bug With, she saw that a likeminded soul must be trying to listen in on the Garrison, and wanted to meet him.

Hunk gets that story, and his mind is blown, of course (Pidge Gunderson = Katie Holt? Gonna need some time to process that, thanks). He asks if there’s any way to help her.

Of course there is. Colleen built a hacking device that, if plugged into Iverson’s computer, could gain her access to the entire Galaxy Garrison’s Database. If Hunk can plug that into Iverson’s computer, they’re set.

Hunk takes the device, and decides to forgo the bug, because this will give him all the information he’ll ever need. He says goodbye to Colleen and promises to meet her again in a week, at this exact spot.

On his way back into the Garrison, he purposefully gets himself caught sneaking back in, and while he waits in Iverson’s office for him to show up, he plugs in the device.

Now it’s the waiting game until next week.

On Arus, the first Robeast attacks, and Team Voltron is forced to flee. Arus, consequently, is doomed.

Everything pretty much goes as it does in canon with Team Voltron, until the first Robeast attack.

Listen. I really thought about this. Really, really thought about it. But there’s simply no way to beat this Robeast without Voltron. They need the sword and shield. There’s no way they can beat it with just three lions. No. Way.

The Lions manage to hold the Robeast off long enough for Allura and Coran to evacuate the Arusians to the Castle, and to power it up so that it can flee the planet. It’s a hellish battle, though, and the Lions retreat as fast as they can. The Robeast can’t follow them into space, so it keeps rampaging on Arus. It’s not safe for the Arusians to return to their planet, at least not for the forseeable future.

Mainwhile, the Galra have found the Yellow Lion, and have taken it. Allura and Coran see the Lion move its location, and deduce the cause.

They’re all in space now, with the entire population of Arus on their ship, tasting the bitterness of defeat, seeing the Yellow Lion taken by the Galra, and really feeling the painful absense of the Yellow Paladin. They need one. Now.

But they don’t have one, so they decide on the next best thing: capture the Yellow Lion back from Zarkon, and hope that they can find a Paladin for it in the near future.

During this time, Lance really begins to feel the homesickness. Prior to this, everything had been going so fast he barely had time to process it, but now... they all have plenty of time to think about the things they don’t have. And every time Allura explains the core traits of the Yellow Paladin (caring and kindness), he thinks back to Hunk, and feels his heart ache.

Hunk never gets to meet Colleen in the desert a week later. The device is discovered, and Hunk gets expelled from the Garrison.

Hunk isn’t all that surprised that he was discovered. Stealth has never been his forte.

Iverson found the device in his office a couple of hours after dealing with Hunk, and figures out that he put it there. Frankly, Hunk is lucky that the Garrison isn’t pressing charges.

Hunk lies and claims that he invented the device himself, so that Colleen stays out of shot.

Hunk gets no time to pack his stuff, but is escorted out of the Garrison and to the airport immediately. His belongings will get sent to him later, and he’s going on a plane to his family and out of the country immediately.

“Fuck that,” said Hunk.

On the airport, he pretends that he has to pee, and calls the number Colleen gave him in case of an emergency. Then he pulls the airport’s fire alarm, creating enough chaos to slip away from his guard permanently.

He waits for Colleen on the location they agree upon, and gets taken to her home, where she shares the information she was able to gather from her short time in the Garrison’s systems.

She gathered the following:

There’s no evidence of a crash anywhere on Kerberos, but she already knew this; Katie told her.

Pilot Takashi Shirogane crashed back on Earth not too long ago, in strange clothes, with a scar on his nose, a changed hairstyle, and an advanced robot prosthetic. He was rambling about aliens, and taken into quarentine.

He was broken out of quarentine by cadets Lance and Pidge, as well as former cadet Keith.

There was a straight-up alien fight days later. The Garrison is just as confused as they are.

They captured an alien, and are currently experimenting on him, to see what the actual fuck is going on.

Hunk and Colleen discuss what to do, and decide that, obviously, the next logical step is to break out that alien, so that they can figure out what the actual fuck is going on themselves.

Operation: Free Ulaz, Get To Space, Represent the Human Race.

Thanks to Hunk’s and Colleen’s combined technical skills, Ulaz’s rescue goes relatively smoothly.

Ulaz, because he figures that he has no choice but to trust these people, and also they DID just rescue him, tells them about the Galra, the Blade, and Voltron.

Hunk suddenly remembers that weird dream he had a while ago. He tells Ulaz about it. Ulaz figures out that it correlated with the awakening of the Blue Lion, and lowkey freaks out. The only reason that could’ve possibly have happened is if this kid was a Paladin of Voltron. Holy shit. They need to get him to space ASAP.

Hunk is more than fine with this, because it means that he gets to find Lance. He figured out that Lance was probably involved in the whole Voltron thing, and this is the easiest way to finding him again.

Colleen also wants to go into space, because she’ll be damned if she lets her daughter fight this fight alone.

Ulaz gets to The Blade’s Mysterious Connections To Earth (As Evidenced By The Fact That Keith’s Mom Was On Earth Once) That Conveniently Have Communications And A Pod Ready For Space.

The communication with the rest of the Blade informs Ulaz of the recent capture of the Yellow Lion by the Galra. The Blade orders him not to interfere, because they deem it too dangerous. Ulaz says “Fuck that” and begins loading the pod.

(I can’t decide if I want Colleen to come with them into space or if I want the pod to conveniently have only two seats. I’m gonna go with the second option for now, because I can’t figure out a proper role for Colleen in space.)

Hunk and Ulaz say goodbye to Colleen, who promises to fuck over the Garrison as much as possible, and set course for the Galra ship with the Yellow Lion, basically praying to God that Hunk’s its paladin.

Team Voltron launches an attack on the Galra ship holding the Yellow Lion at approximately the same time.

Their plan of attack is essentially the same as last time: Lance distracts, Pidge sneaks in and hacks, Keith helps with distracting.

Only now the Galra are prepared, and Pidge gets caught. Lance goes in to rescue her, but gets caught in the progress. Keith is having a really, really hard time holding off the fleet, even with the Castle helping him. Everything looks doomed.

Then Hunk and Ulaz arrive, and use the ongoing battle as a distraction, sneaking in. They manage to reach the hangar where the Yellow Lion is held. The Blue Lion is being towed in just now, and the Green Lion is being secured. They notice little spots of what they assume to be the Lion’s Paladins on the other end of the hangar. They can’t make out who they are.

They decide that the best course of action is to have Ulaz act as a distraction, trying defeat the guards so that the other paladins can get to their Lions, while Hunk sneaks up to the Yellow Lion to see if he’s its paladin.

Lance and Pidge, mainwhile, are miserable, watching their Lions get towed in, certain that they’ll be killed soon and that all of this was for nothing. Lance is absolutely convinced that he is never going to see Earth, his family, or Hunk ever again, and is mentally apologizing to all of them. Pidge is doing essentially the same, only with her own family and her mom especially.

Then, suddenly, some Galra starts attacking the other Galra soldiers. They don’t know what is going on, but they know that the guards are distracted enough for them to fight back.

In the middle of their fight with the guards and their struggle to get to their Lions, they see something incredible.

The Yellow Lion’s forcefield drops.

Hunk has reached the Yellow Lion, and it drops its forcefield. Hunk has no time to process it, and runs inside to pilot it, giving Lance and Pidge, whom he still can’t recognize, time to get to their lions. He then picks up Ulaz, and they all make a hasty escape from the Galra ship.

It isn’t until Hunk hears Lance’s voice over the comms that he recognizes him, and he nearly gives Lance a heart attack, screaming so loud.

Hunk lands in the Castle of Lions, the four Lions manage to get the Black Lion out.

The moment Hunk gets out of his Lion, Lance tackles him and has a serious competition with Hunk to see who is going to squeeze the other to death the soonest. Also kisses. Lots of kisses.

Because of Ulaz’s presence, the Team learns about the Blade a season early, speeding things up significantly, and altering the plot permanently, if it hadn’t been altered already.

BUT WHO CARES LANCE AND HUNK ARE REUNITED.

Pidge is also completely baffled, because. Hunk. How did you get up here in the first place? Why do you know my real name? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU MET MY MOM

Lance seconds the ‘how the hell did you get here’ but. He doesn’t care. He’s just happy to see his boyfriend again.

Hunk is beside himself and doesn’t want to let go of Lance ever.

Unfortunately they still need to form Voltron so that they can defeat the Galra fleet, so they get back into their lions, form Voltron, kick Galra ass, have a victory party with the Arusians.

Hunk and Lance don’t let go of each other for the rest of the day, and the real battle against Zarkon can begin.

#this is.... so long #it was originally supposed to be a fic but like #this wasn't even the rough outline #there was WAY more bullshit in the fic's outline #which I lost when my computer broke rip #anyway I love plotty AU's can you tell #also I like to play a fun game called 'Count The Plot Armor'#how many times did I give Team Voltron a free pass when they really should've died?#too many times #anyway #hance #bro's best #wreck with moisturizer #sunshine and sarcasm #there's like maybe 2% hance in here tho rip

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soomuchhopeinadae · 7 years

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BTS Love Yourself 起承轉結 Part“轉結” V Taehyung

(Writer note: it has double POV and some imagination for the ending. hope u like it! This is my 400th post of my Tumblr! and ill be away for 4 days after posting this. Will be back on 21 September to watch the BTS new MV and catch up on SORIBADA AWARD for EXO , NCT , BTS and lastly the comeback show itself! )

WORDS: 1.4K words?

30 August (POV of girl)

That night , it all happened in a flash. I lost him. I wish I stopped him.

We walked, and walked. we ended up wandering to a dark alley street which stood a lonely bus stop. Tae went to the nearby hardware shop and bought a few colourful spray paints. I wasn't so sure of being a part of his crime. I did not stop him , he needed to vent him anger.

Soon the bus stop was covered with vandalism.

“Im fine.” was everywhere. Followed by a huge “Cant trust. Wont trust. Don't trust.”

As he was about to finish it , a bright light shone in our way.

“Oh crap. Police. Shit , RUN RUN.”

He pushed me to run and I quickly grabbed his arms to run too. Spray cans toppled on the floor. We ran like there was no tomorrow. I was running ahead of Tae , but he soon overtook me and grab me by my hand to run even faster. He kept on turning back.

“HEY! Stop running!”

The running felt like endless.. They were getting nearer and nearer to us no matter how fast we ran. There was no way out. Our stamina could not hold on any longer , our energy burning out. At this rate , we are gonna get caught.

Tae turned right to a dead end alley and pushed me in. “Just hide there. Thats our only hope. You’ll be safe , I promise.”

We were both gasping for air while hiding along the walls of the alley, our chest heaving up and down, totally wasted.

We took a peek to the outside , the policemen ran past us.

“Eh they disappeared? Cant be. They must be nearby.”

They didn't see us , but we were stuck. We couldn't advance and police will soon find us.

Tae gave me a tired gaze and pushed my shoulders urging me to hide deeper.

I shake my head and mouthed, “No. Don't do it.” while gasping for air. I know what was on his mind. It was bad.

But it was too late.

He took a step out. Bright lights flashed on his face. He stopped the police for me. But I lost him. He slowly raised him hands in the air to surrender . He glared at them with hatred yet nervous , red eyes , catching his breath. He walked to the police , keeping his hands in air. “I surrender”

Policemen pinned him down and handcuffed his hands behind his back. “You are under arrest for vandalism of public property. You are to follow us to the police station. You may choose to remain silent , and any words you said may be used against you”

I covered my mouth to prevent any crying or noise to be heard by them. As much as I wanted to just scream out loud at tae and the policemen and the fact that tae sacrificed himself for me , I didn't want his efforts to be wasted. He saved me once again.

I didn't hear any noises 5 minutes later . Tae was gone. The policemen were gone too. I was all alone. I couldn't help but kneel down on the floor , breaking down in tears. “Why Tae.. Why.. why do you keep saving me again and again.” I barely knew anything much about him. He was my listening ear and knew all about me.

I have to bail him out of jail. But what if , he got sentenced to months and years of jail time?

And I was alone again. Back to where I started.

30 August (POV of Taehyung V)

I didn't know where to go , I had nothing in mind. Involuntarily, I guess my mind did. It wanted me to remember him. Again.

“Haha , what are you drawing ah taehyungie~”

“Try to guess, Hyung.’’ I replied grinning while spraying the metal door.

A white light flashed on on my back and Namjoon hyung’s face. Of course I didn't notice it until hyung grabbed my arm in panic. I turned and look back. Well shit , it was the police.

I threw the can on the floor and quickly follow namjoon hyung on the run.

It was a open road along a highway , followed by a thin overhead bridge above all the traffic. We were too fast for them. We even turned back to mock and taunt the police on the bridge.

“hahaha, come and try catch us , man.”

“yeah man, try harder dude.” , opening his arms for them

“oh my god , are you guys even trying?”, I stuck my tongue out.

“hahaha, tae ah , let’s go , they are catching up” , he tugged my jacket to run faster.

Not realising they really were picking up their pace , they caught up on us. They pushed us and brought us back to where we begun.

Pinning our hands behind our backs on the police car while struggling to handcuff us with our vigour and anger to fight back . The police emptied namjoon hyung’s loot bag , spray cans rolled out noisily one by one. Evidence has already been found.

While being pinned down , I glanced over to my buddy who was in an equally bad state as me , he had a nonchalant look and gave a smug smile at me. I , catching my breath and gave him a smile in reply. I stared at him in admiration , he was so fearless , taunting the police even when being caught. But there was a slight pang of regret as my smile fade away.

I wanted to do it again. I brought a few spray cans nearby and started spraying on a bus stop wall. But I didn't know what to spray , all it came out was “Im fine, Save me.”. Then I wrote something different , “Cant trust , Wont trust , Don't trust.”

When I was about to finish , a familiar light shone on me again. Police. I grabbed (Y/N) ‘s arms and pushed her to run and ran along behind her.

It was no use , they were catching up , we weren't fast enough . I held her hand ran with all my might while keeping an eye on them at the back.

“HEY! Stop running!”

Something caught my eyes , a dead end alley by the side. I pushed her into the alley , “Just hide there. Thats our only hope. You’ll be safe , I promise.” , following her in the hiding.

We were gasping for air desperately but yet trying to keep quiet to not attract attention , pinning our body as close to the wall as possible. It did work , the policemen walked past us.

“Eh they disappeared? Cant be. They must be nearby.”

We were stuck in a dead end. We can't leave here , we both will get caught immediately by them once we take a step out. But we can't hide here for long either , they are gonna find us sooner or later.

I sighed as i gasp for air and glanced at (Y/N) , she gave me a disapproval shake of head. I guess she already knew what was on my mind already. But too bad , she can't stop me. It is the only best way out for us..or rather just her. I already been caught once with Namjoon hyung, another one is no big deal. Its a different story for her , she is innocent . Besides , it was me who wanted to do the vandalism .

I stride out, Bright lights turned around on my face immediately. I slowly raised my hands up, glaring at them with hatred, still exhausted.

Your mind was mentally begging them: ‘Please don't look into alley,please don't look into alley,please don't look into alley.’ repeatedly .

I walked to the police , keeping my hands in air and claimed , “I surrender.”

History repeats again. The same way it ended for me. Just that he wasn't here and I was alone. And this time all I felt sadness, guilt and hatred . Policemen pinned me down and handcuffed me.

“You are under arrest for vandalism of public property. You are to follow us to the police station. You may choose to remain silent , and any words you said may be used against you”

I was pushed into the car and I ended up in a dimly lit room , sat in front of an officer handcuffed.

“Name?”

“Kim Tae Hyung”

I tried to be calm , it wasn't the first time this has happen to me. But I couldn't help but be nervous inside . Why though? Because of (Y/N)? Because of sis? Or is it because of him?

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kirakirigakurekeinz-blog · 7 years

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A comission for my friend X3 KidoBakuMomo ship and i ship this hard thanks to him XD jeegus so many ships XD but this is part of a short story he typed up as we geeked out at 3 in tje morning hahaha XD I'll post a bit of it here^^/ i loved it hope you guys do too^^/ *Kido and Momo where standing at the entrance of their test site* Kido: "Lets do our best!" Momo: "Right." Aizawa on the loud speaker: "All students are at their assigned locations, go ahead and start." Momo: "Looks like we have to find the target." Kido: "Yeah and we only have one so this should be easy." *Pulls a talisman with break and malfunction written on them.* "I just have to get close enough to stick these on it. Here keep this one with you at all times too. It'll help your quirk by making it faster." Momo: "That's really impressive you're already prepared." *The whole area began to shake making the two fall.* Kido: "What was that!?" *At that moment a robot's hand was on a building and crushed the building.* Momo: "We're suppose to go up against that? Its the giant robot from the entrance exams that we were suppose to avoid." Kido: "There's no way I can use my quirk to break something that big." *The robot stretched its arm out to attack Kido* Momo: "Look out!" Kido: "Ah!" *moves out of the way* "We have to run and think of a plan! It'll crush us if we don't!" Momo: "Hurry, come this way!" *Back in a vehicle the teachers were watching the students through cameras* Aizawa: "That pair of Yaoyorozu and Hikaru, they've started by running away." Midnight: "That was a rather tricky one to set up. Hikaru can easily break the robots with his quirk if they're average sized. That's why we went with something he can't break all at once. We even increased it's speed to avoid giving Yaoyorozu a chance to use her quirk." All-Might: "They've started to panic. If they can calm down and think about it for a little. They'll see its a simple matter taking it down." Aizawa: "Yaoyorozu had little confidence during the Mid-term. Even with the confidence boost Todoroki gave her it's clear she still doubts herself." Midnight: "Which means this comes down to whether or not Hikaru can calm himself down and or calm her down." Kido: "Momo! Please tell me you have something in mind!" Momo: "I'm trying!" (We can turn around and fight it but if we do we risk severe injuries. If we keep running we'll simply tire ourselves out. There's also the choice of trapping the machine and then taking it apart. Then again if we do that it'll take a long time and Hikaru said he couldn't take it down in one go due to it's size. W-what do we do!? Can we even win without his quirk?) Kido: "Momo!" *tackles Momo down to avoid getting hit as the robot swings at them with its tail* "Please snap out of it! I'm counting on you here." Momo: "You're...relying on me? It's just like Bakugou said." Kido: "What are you talking about?" Momo: "This whole time I've been thinking of a way to have you use your quirk to stop it. I haven't even thought about using my own." Kido: "That's OK with me!" Momo: "!" Kido: "The whole reason I teamed up with you is because I knew we'd be able to do this! I'm putting myself in your hands completely because I know you can think of something that's better in every way I can!" Momo: "You're trusting me even though your quirk is so strong. Forgive me I'll come up with something. I won't fail you." *Momo begins to analyze the robot* "Can you use your quirk on parts of it?" Kido: "Yes. So long as it's not too big." Momo: "Can you stop one of its legs? I'll create cannons to distract it then you'll get a chance to run up to it and stick your talisman to it. With it being unable to move my cannon's can finish it off." Kido: "Yes! That's the Momo I know and love! I'll get to the other side of it by myself and give you time to get ready." Momo: "Be careful!" Kido: "Come on follow me!" *The robot turns to Kido and chases him* Momo: "First one here!" *gasp* "This is outstanding in just a few seconds I've managed to create something that normally takes 5 minutes. All thanks to this piece of paper he wrote on. No time to get distracted I have to set up 3 more." Kido: "Here!" *places crumbles on a pillar inside a building making the whole thing crumble down. Yet the robot it unscathed.* "Figures that didn't do anything." Momo: "Kido! I've finished setting up!" Kido: "let it have it!" *Momo begins firing the cannons* Kido: "Now that it's blocking. Break!" *The machine staggers and is unable to move on one leg.* Kido:"One more time! Break!" *The other leg breaks leaving it completely immobilized while the cannons destroy it* Kido: "We...did it...We took it down!" *Kido rushes over to Momo grabbing her hands* "We passed! We passed! That plan of yours worked so perfectly! You're amazing Momo!" Momo: "You did most of the work here you broke the robot down and sped up my quirk at the same time." Kido: *shakes his head* "It was your quick analysis of the situation. My plan would have been to change the environment to fight. That would have put you in danger and damaged even more of the area." Aizawa: "They bounced the attention of the robot back and forth. Hikaru gave Yaoyorozu time to set the cannons, in turn she got its attention by firing at long range, that gave Hikaru the chance to run in and break it. Soon as he did that the robot dropped its guard and let the cannons finish it. Not bad." Midnight: "They handled that splendidly. Now the real problem is..." All-Might: "If he can pass the next test with young Bakugou." *Close to the lockers* Kido: "I know I've said this a bunch of times before but thanks for pairing up with me." Momo: "You're not going to change out of your hero costume?" Kido: "Thing is I agreed to take the test with Katsuki right after ours." Momo: "What!? But your not looking so good. You can't reschedule the test for tomorrow?" Kido: "I Wish I could." Momo: "Then let me clear some of that dirt off you." *makes a towel and wets it at a water fountain* "Here let me see. Honestly couldn't Bakugou set the test for tomorrow?" Kido: "I-I was the one that-(Aaaaah! She's right in my face!) *starts blushing* Bakugou: "Hey, Yaoyorozu, hand him over you've had him long enough." Momo: "You're going already? You should let him rest a little longer." *Momo draws Kido closer refusing to let go* Bakugou: "The hell you say? I'll do whatever I want with him!" Momo: "Look at him. He's breathing heavily and his face is red from all the energy he spent." Kido: (AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! My mind...going...blank...) Bakugou: "Grrr. Its because you're holding him like that you moron!" Momo: "Hm? Ah! I'm so sorry!" *Lets Kido go as she blushes* "I'm going to go change!" Bakugou: *Drags Kido and leaves him on a bench* "Tch. What an idiot." *off in the corner* Mineta: "WHY!? WHY DOES HE GET TO EMBRACE YAO-MOMO LIKE THAT!? ITS NOT FAIR! NOT FAIR! WHERE IS THE JUSTICE IN THAT!?"

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