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The Reaper of the Opera Chapter 8: Masquerade

Beginning of Act 2! Probably one of my favourite scenes from both the stage play and the film. Masquerades have always been my passion especially since my parents got me a mask straight from New York. I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far.

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Few Months Later

The Opera House was brightened by esteemed guests and party goers as they entered the building with delight. A masquerade was being held to celebrate the end of a triumphant season. People dressed in costumes and masks of various patterns and colours. After the incident that befell the theatre months ago, the Reaper had yet to make his appearance. No notes, no accidents, not even an unsettling presence was felt among the performers. Had the Reaper finally made himself scarce of the lives of the Overwatch Opera House?

That is the hopes between the two very enthused men that greeted every one of their guests with a smile. Reinhardt, with his delighted grin as he held onto a lion’s mask with every bow and handshake he took part of. Torbjorn was less spontaneous than his friend with his more composed greetings with his frowning mask. Both suited up in tuxedos and ready to celebrate the evening away. A roaring laugh came from Reinhardt as he patted Torbjorns back.

“Ah my friend, the night is perfect for this celebration! I cannot wait to show our guests my dance moves. Especially to Madame Amari.” He chimed with delight, eager to get his hands on the beer and alcohol they were serving inside.

“Perish the thought knowing how you move,” Torbjorn muttered to himself, only to pat his friends arm in return, “But I do not see the harm in having a little fun. Things have gotten successful since our ghost friend had disappeared. Maybe the bastard had finally learned his lesson.”

“Come Torbjorn! Enough talk of ghouls and ghosts! Let us make ourselves acquainted with the beer as we have with our guests.” Guiding him inside the theatre, they easily made their way to grab a few drinks.

Everyone had come in attendance to the festivities. Hana, who had since recovered from her vocal disruption, was dressed elegantly in a pink and blue ballgown and a bunny mask in hand. Accompanied by Lucio, who was more suited with a vest and dress shirt combo with a frog mask on the side of his face. Even the dancers were greeted to the ballroom to their delight. All dressed to their own preferences and masks themselves. Lena with her girlfriend Emily, was quick to introduce her to Amelie and her husband Gerard. Fareeha was alongside Ana, as they remained observers with Jesse.

The incident was far too great for Jesse’s left arm to recover. Angela informed him that the shots struck some vital nerve points. He could never use his arm again, leaving it in a rather metallic cast that took time to properly control. It was clear that he was still struggling to use it as he nearly dropped his drink in his hold. Quickly caught by the ever so watchful Ana. She was sure to keep an eye on him and allow him to keep his job at with the company. Since the incident, he was left rather quiet and bitter to what he had witnessed. Knowing he had questions that were left unanswered. Sparing a few glances over to her every once in awhile, as if he wanted to ask her something. But anytime he attempted to bring the subject up, she was quick to make her leave.

Among the crowd was you alongside Genji and Hanzo. The brothers tailored to their own yukatas. Dragon like masks to compliment their own palettes. Since that evening of tragedy and confession, you had been living with the two brothers. While the older brother was a bit reluctant to having you stay, he started to grow accustomed to you overtime. Never getting in his ways and finding time to help him with any cooking or cleaning. Although Genji insisted that you didn’t, it cleared your mind from the times you had returned to the opera house. Hanzo rarely showed his emotions around you, but you felt him lower his guard around you overtime. You had learned about what had happened between the two brothers and what made Genji they way he was today. It was a lot to take in, but you knew that Genji had suffered just as much as you had in the times you were apart. Surprised that Genji had forgiven him, but knowing he had overcome his hatred in his absence.

You found it a miracle that they had chosen to return to rekindle their brotherly bond and mend their troubles. Overtime with your stay with Genji, he had popped the question to you. It was almost a dream as he took you to the cherry blossoms you adored when you were little. Leaving you shocked as he got down to one knee under the sakura tree. With the whispers faded from your mind, you were free to make your own choices. Gently tracing the ring around your necklace, a small smile formed on your lips to the dragon craved ring grasping a tiny diamond within its teeth. It was Hanzos’ suggestion to keep the engagement private. The press was keen on prying into your social life, so the news would cause your privacy to dissipate completely. They were the last things you wanted to have upon you after everything that happened. You wore a black and white halter dress that exposed your backside. A black and white feathered mask rested on your face with little rhinestones that resembled stars.

A gentle tug from your arm was felt by the one who linked his with your own. Looking up to see Genji giving you a sweet smile at your own. Unable to hide the blush growing on your cheeks from his admiration. Giving you a subtle wink, he turns to Hanzo with a smirk.

“Why don’t you go socialize brother? Perhaps you may find someone suited to your type.” Watching the older brother leer at him.

“Are you only saying this to have privacy with [Name]?” He looks over at you, making you sheepishly plant your gaze to the ground. Hearing him sigh, he crosses his arms, “At least be on your best behaviour for once.”

“We are not children, Hanzo.” Genji pouts, letting Hanzo pass you two. He stopped to place a hand on your shoulder with a knowing look.

“Keep an eye on him for me.” You nodded with a smile, patting his gloved hand gently for assurance. Letting him leave as Genji merely snorted.

“Even now, he still thinks I will cause him nothing but trouble.” He sighs, running his fingers through his hair. You tugged his arm lightly to draw his attention away.

“He only worries about you; it’s what siblings do. I am glad he still cares after all that has happened.” Reminding him, he eyes your ring resting upon your collarbone.

“I only wish that I can tell people of our engagement,” looking discouraged, watching it glimmer in the lights, “Why can’t I show how much I love you? Even for just one night.”

You took his hand, raising it to your lips and placing a gentle kiss upon his knuckle. Knowing that everyone was distracted in their own chatter to see the display of affection. Letting the tension in his body ease at your peck. Squeezing his hand softly, you comforted him with your smile.

“I already know how much you love me Genji. I promise after tonight, we can finally tell people,” You whispered, “But let us not talk about it now. I want us to enjoy ourselves.”

He looked uncertain at the thought of waiting just a little bit longer. Although he didn’t wish to force it, he just wanted to assure that the rest of your life with him would be filled with love and devotion. He shared his upmost affection in privacy, so waiting a few more hours wouldn’t hurt.

“Of course, my blossom.” Keeping his hold on you, he guided you to where some of the guests began to dance around the main area.

Various fans and masks seen with each twirling companion. Dancing and singing to the music filling the theatre. Drinks and laughter shared among the groups observing. Even people trying to partner up to join the dancing was seen. Reinhardt trying to persuade Ana into dancing, much to the amusement from the people around them. It seemed to be a peaceful evening to behold. But all good things come to an end at some point.

The lights flickered vigorously, the doors opening wide from the powerful wind from the outside. Only to shut them tight and lock everyone inside. The music drowned by a wave of organs. Confusion and tension rose between everyone. A sudden scream was heard from the top staircase as a new face appeared before the crowd.

A man dressed in red, wearing a skull face stood at the top of the staircase. A feathered hat rested upon his had with a red cape upon his backside. Carrying a shotgun in his hand and a book in the other. Fear and terror loomed over the crowd as red death stood before them. You had felt every part of you freeze up at the familiar aura. Everyone's smiles and cheers were no longer heard as they knew who this man was. The Reaper of the Opera had returned.

His blackened gaze looking over the audience. Looking over the crowd in sinister amusement. Smoke escaping the teeth of the mask for every breath he took. Although hidden behind the mask, he could see the various looks of horror and disbelief at his presence. Stepping down the staircase slowly, he chuckled at their reactions with open arms.

“Why so silent, good Messieurs? Did you think that I had left you for good?” He hummed, his voice carrying around everyone with a deceitful sense of comfort, “Forgive me of my absence, I was preparing you an Opera to perform.”

Tossing the book towards Lucio, he scrambled to grab it as he looked at the contents inside. A score and script written with complete detail of what needed to be done. Planned and constructed every so carefully as if he had worked on this for years. Reaper raised his gun up, a silent threat to what he could do to anyone who opposed. Gently resting the side of it with his other hand.

“I suggest you follow what it says with complete obedience. There are more tragedies that await you than just a broken arm,” Turning his attention to an angry Jesse, who was merely held behind a concerned looking Ana. Continuing his steps, he halted before Hana and Lucio, “I do have more specific instructions before rehearsals start. For starters, Hana will have no part in the upcoming performance. The eager little rabbit has taken her course far too long for my liking.”

Taken back by his words, Lucio kept her steady from his words. Watching the man descend down the stairs, Genji kept close to you knowing the two of you awaited at the bottom steps. He was keen on staying by your side, until his attention was grabbed by Hanzo. Watching his brother beckon to his place quickly, he was hesitant to leave you at this very moment. Looking over at your frozen gaze, he hated the thought of leaving you exposed to this man. Parting away from you, he quickly joined his brother to see where he was heading. Disappearing into the crowd, leaving you on your own for just a moment. Reinhardt and Torbjorn were set to approach Reaper before his gun pointed towards them. Halting them from trying to take him down.

“I also advise my managers to remember who exactly runs this theatre. Know your places before you decide to run your mouths.” He warned, watching Reinhardts face look of terror while Torbjorn remained stubborn as ever. Looking down the staircase, his eyes finally found themselves upon you. You could feel him taking you in as every part of you was tempting you to go to him.

“As for our beloved star, Miss [Name]. No doubt she will do her best. Her voice is good, but it could excel if she lets it,” Praising you while also scolding you, he gestures with his free hand to your presence, “If only she will return to me, her teacher, I can continue to let her voice grow to further heights. To be my Angel of Music once more.”

Everyone’s attention drew to you. The reveal of your teacher finally being exposed. The source of your talent residing just halfway down the stairs. Hushed whispers and looks were drawn upon you. But your focus remained on him. Watching the soulless gaze upon you hardening. Even if you could truly see him, you could feel those dark eyes yearn for you. You approached ever so slowly, watching his gun lower as he moved down the stairs. His form towering over yours as you let your guard down. As if some part of him still lured you to his side.

You could never confess that you had missed his teachings, recalling how he took you away to bring light into his darkness. As much as he was to be feared, he was only ever gentle with you. He only wanted you to sing his songs. But you felt as if there was something more, something else that he wanted from you. To be with him, to be by his side.

It was almost as if you had forgotten everything else until he looked down to the ring. The glimmering reminder of who you devoted yourself to. The dragons glare mocking him of what he couldn’t have. Smoke seen around his form as his vulnerability was sealed back up. A growl escaped him as the grasped the ring and snatched it away. The chain snapping as he held the engagement ring in his hand. Startling you from his change of demeanour.

“Your chains are still mine; you belong to me!” He hissed. Leaving you wide eyed as a shout came from behind you.

“Don’t touch her!” The voice of Genji came up as he had returned with a blade in hand. Hanzo by his side with a bow to aim for Reaper. Very much prepared on their part given their past as they were waiting for this moment.

Not fast enough as he made his way back up the stairs with a laugh. Sending shots into the air to cause the crowd to scatter in fear. Causing a distraction for the two men to hesitate their strike. Shadows forming around him as he escaped into the floor on the steps. Genji running ahead, letting Hanzo stay by your side as he tried to slip into the escape. You were still left there to hold a hand to your collarbone to where he grabbed the ring. Just as Genji was about to reach him, the Reaper had finally disappeared. Jesse approached Genji quickly to see his gaze upon the closing floor below them.

“He’s getting away!” Genji cursed while McCree placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Come on, I know where he might’ve gone,” As he turned to go down the staircase, Ana stopped in front of them both. Keeping them from running, “Get out of our way Ana, I don’t need you to coddle me about my arm.”

“I can’t let you go after him, McCree.” She spoke behind the cat like mask she wore. Genji stepping in with a confused look.

“Why not? We should follow him before he attacks anyone else.” He states, trying to pass Ana before she held out her cane.

“He won’t do that unless you follow his words.” She finally claimed, drawing the attention of everyone around her. Even Fareeha was taken back by her mothers’ words.

“What do you mean by that?” She asked. Jesse cursed lowly with a glare to the older woman.

“Ana, what are you hiding? You know who he is don’t you” He questioned, watching the woman’s gaze falter with guilt. The managers approached in complete shock.

“What?” Reinhardt looked broken with a sense of betrayal appearing on his face. Torbjorn scowled as he approached Ana with a sneer.

“I knew it, he couldn’t have done all of this alone. He had an associate this entire time!” He stated. The look of horror now presented on everyone’s face. Anas attention now towards the shorter man.

“I will not be associated with what he has done,” Seeing the eyes fixated upon her, even as the men lowered their weapons from losing the Reaper. No longer able to hold her facade before everyone. She gripped her cane with resentment, sighing as she lifted her mask slowly, “I’m afraid there is much I have to talk about. Come, I will tell you everything that I know.”

To be continued

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retro-scorpio · 4 years

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Sexual Tension

I don’t know what else to call this little one shot, so you’re unfortunately stuck with this.

I wrote this short story a little while ago, and it’s basically a college AU featuring Julian Devorak from The Arcana with special appearances from Julian’s sister Portia, Nadia Satrinava, Count Lucio, and Asra Alnazar. I may end up adding to this later, but as of right now this is the finished product.

So, if you’re into fanfiction about characters from The Arcana, then enjoy this story.

Julian has the rather stereotypical reputation of being a loner, so much so that it’s impossible to track him down outside of classes. Even then, he’s an elusive presence in the room, always choosing to sit in the back and keep to himself, his notes, and his cup of black coffee. Rumors spread about him as a result of his mysterious nature, but he doesn’t seem to know about them or care. At least, that’s what I’ve been told. I don’t know how true any of it is, because ever since I stepped foot in this university, I’m seeing him just about everywhere I go.

I first got a glimpse of Julian when I bumped into his shoulder as I was trying to find one of my classes. We both apologized, and he directed me to where I needed to go. Later on that same day, I discovered that we were both in the same English class about texts from the Victorian era, and so I opted to sit next to him. He’s always in the campus library the same time I am, hunched over books and scribbling things down in his notebook, and there was even one time where I caught him prancing around outside in the early morning light as if he was part of an imaginary sword fight.

So, I shouldn’t be that surprised to see him at auditions for our school’s fall production of Sweeny Todd, but at the same time it has me wondering just how many more times our paths are going to cross. Perhaps he likes the story as much as I do and wanted to see how our school would adopt it.

“Hello!” a skinny, petite, pale, brunette lady exclaims excitedly at me, startling me and making me flinch slightly. “I haven’t seen your face before. I’m Lizzy.” She extends her hand out to me, and I shake it. Before I can even tell her my name, though, she asks bluntly,

“You don’t know what role you want, do you?”

“Pardon?” Lizzy sheepishly smiles.

“Sorry; I should have warned you in advance that I’m really good at reading people. Being involved in theatre does that to you over time.”

“It’s okay,” I respond. “Especially because you’re right; I’m not even sure if I’ll get a part at all. I just really enjoy the story and thought I’d give this a shot.”

“Have you ever acted before?”

“A couple times, yeah. When I was younger. I’ve always liked the idea of acting, but I’ve not had much time to devote to it.

“Well, here’s your chance to tip your toes back in the water! I think I have the perfect role for you.”

“You do?” I ask. Lizzy enthusiastically nods her head.

“You see that giant group of people over there?” She points out a crowd huddled on the other side of the auditorium, appearing to be watching Julian’s every move and swooning over him.

“They’re all wanting to play the role of Sweeny Todd’s assistant.”

“Let me guess: Julian’s playing Sweeny Todd.”

“Unofficially, yes,” Lizzy answers in a hushed tone. “He certainly has all of the traits of the character. The assistant is the most sought after role because in this iteration, they’re Sweeny Todd’s love interest and eventual partner in crime.”

“I thought Mrs. Lovett fulfilled that role.”

“In the classic, yes. This version is a sequel of sorts that answers the question, ‘what if Sweeny Todd didn’t die and instead managed to escape?’ So, he ends up traveling to and settling down in New York, where he picks up an assistant who helps him around his shop. He leads a normal life for five years until his daughter Johanna finds him and confronts him about what he did in London. The assistant happens to overhear their conversation and talks to Sweeny about it later that evening, and he or she—depends on who ends up getting the role—convinces Sweeny to pick up where he left off because there are a lot of corruption and starvation in New York.” Interesting. So, some artistic license has been taken with the story, which could either go really well or quite terribly.

“So, why do you think I would make a good assistant?”

“Because you’re the only person Julian’s noticed walk in here.” Before I can ask for Lizzy to clarify, a booming voice cuts through the chatter, and I’m forced to rush to the large group of people vying to play the assistant.

“Ladies and gentleman,” the voice rings out. It belongs to a tall, blonde man on the stage. “My name is Lucio, and I’m co-directing this play with the help of my dear friend Lizzy. Now, I’ve been told that there’s a long list of people wanting the role of Sweeny Todd’s assistant, so we’ll get that out of the way first. Will everyone fitting that description please step to the front of the auditorium and line up horizontally so that I can take a good look at each of you?” It becomes clear quickly that Lucio is pulling out the weeds before anyone even says a line, for he goes down the line and says no to the people he deems unfit for the role. A lot of it seems based on physical looks as he utter phrases like ‘too short’, ‘too fat’, and even ‘too ugly’ to a couple of individuals. By the time he gets to me, I’m finding it hard to swallow, but I try my best to not let Lucio know that I’m nervous. Instead, I look straight at him as he glances over every inch of me.

“Spunky,” he murmurs. I’m not wearing anything grand, so I wonder what brought on that comment. “I like it.” He moves on to the next person, and I hesitantly remain where I’m standing. Even though he gave me a compliment, Lucio didn’t explicitly tell me to stay like he did with the others still in line.

“Alright,” he states once he’s assessed everyone, clasping his hands in front of his chest. “So, for those no longer standing up here, you can either talk to Lizzy and audition for a different role or you can leave for the evening. The choice is yours. As for the rest of you, you’ll be ad-libbing your way through a pivotal scene in the play shortly. Julian, if you would hop on stage please.” Looking back at the seats, I see Julian sprawled out, as if he was right at home. He leisurely untangles himself and makes his way on stage.

“Bring out one of the folding chairs from backstage,” Lucio nearly barks at Julian. As Julian fulfills the request, Lucio tells us that we’ll be acting out the scene in which Sweeny Todd admits his crimes to his assistant.

“Julian will deliver the first line, thus setting the scene, but the direction it goes is entirely up to you. When I have seen enough, or if things are stalling, I will call scene. Remember, only one of you will get the role, so make a good impression. Julian!”

“Ready when you are!” Julian calls back. His voice is surprisingly smooth. The few times we’ve talked, he’s sounded a bit groggy, as though he needed more sleep. Combined with his tall stature, bright eyes, and muscular physique, it makes him quite the dream boat. I can see why so many people want to play his love interest.

“Excellent! You there. Pinky.” Lucio points at a girl with hot pink hair. “You’re up first.” Thank goodness. I did not want to go first. Lucio directs us to sit down in the second and third rows as he plants himself closer to the middle of the auditorium.

I must say, Julian is very good at improving. Not only does he know his character, but he’s also giving his partner opportunities to showcase their talents. Whether they take him up on his offer is another story. Some of them want to steal the scene, and others are using it as a means to flirt with Julian. Meanwhile, Lucio’s patience is slowly growing shorter as no one seems to be exactly who he’s looking for. He’s given everyone nicknames, some of them unflattering as time wears on. Fortunately for me, he calls me Spunky.

When I sit down on the chair on stage, I close my eyes and take a deep breath, envisioning the scene I’m about to play in my head. If this is a pivotal part in the play, then it needs to be full of suspense and drama. Just like that, a plan’s in place.

“Ready?” Julian whispers as I open my eyes back up. I nod my head, and he utters the opening lines.

“Elise, what you heard my daughter say is true. I am—well, was—the Demon Barber of Fleet Street. I murdered countless people. Judges, doctors, lawyers, even my own wife. I ran away from London because I didn’t want to get caught, but the truth is all of those people either deserved to die or were wishing for death to be bestowed upon them. I was simply doing the world a favor.”

“I don’t believe you,” I reply. There’s a fleeting moment where Julian’s caught off guard, but he quickly recovers.

“Oh, really? And why’s that, dear?”

“How am I supposed to believe that the same man who constantly stubs his toe on furniture and smiles at everyone that he meets is capable of ruthless, calculated, cold-hearted murder? For God’s sake, you can’t even walk into a room without making some sort of mess! You’re always relying on me to keep the shop tidy, and I feel like someone who was into killing people would be able to neaten things up themselves.” Julian sticks his hand in his pocket and pulls out a pencil.

“So, you don’t believe I have it in me to be a murderer.”

“No, I don’t.” The next thing I know, Julian’s leaning over me, his face inches away from mine and his pencil hovering over my nose.

“Let me tell you something, darling; this tool has helped me make my way up the social chain. No matter how rich a man is, there comes a day where he needs a shave, and I’m the best there is.” He moves the pencil down and presses it against my throat while maintaining eye contact.

“There’s a certain amount of pressure that you need to apply in order to get a smooth, clean shave. If you don’t put enough pressure, you end up missing a few spots. Put too much, and well, you end up cutting him. Draw the knife across the neck fast enough, and you have a dead man suffering from major blood loss.” He presses the pencil harder against my throat to emphasize his point, making it slightly difficult for me to breathe.

“Shall I show you what I mean, Elise, or have I made myself clear?”

“I believe you,” I gasp. He immediately releases pressure and takes a couple steps back, smirking at me.

“Good. Now, if that’s all you wanted to discuss, then I suggest you head up to bed for the evening. We have a long day tomorrow.” He starts walking away from me, but Lucio hasn’t yelled for the scene to end, so I assume that I have to keep going.

“Why America?” Julian stops in his tracks and turns to face me.

“Pardon?”

“Why did you flee to America of all places? You could have easily traveled to France or Italy, but instead you chose New York.” Julian sighs.

“Like I said, I didn’t want to get caught. I wanted to start a new life, and word travels quicker from England to other countries in Europe than it does from England to America. The two countries are separated by an ocean, after all.”

“Have you ever thought about doing it again?”

“Doing what again?”

“Using your profession as a means of…extermination.”

“Elise, I was in a really dark place when I executed that plan in London. I’m not the same person I was five years ago, and if I were to do it again, I’d be signing my own death sentence.” I get up from the chair and slowly walk up to Julian, worried that my next actions are going to make Lucio end the scene.

“My father was killed by a drunk police officer who mistook him for another man, and my mom was raped and beaten by the judge overlooking the case.” I gently place my fingers around his chin and stand on the tips of my toes, bringing my face closer to his.

“The rich and powerful are just as evil and corrupt in New York as they are in London, Mr. Todd. They get to do whatever they want with impunity, even if it costs the lives of innocent, hardworking people. Someone has to make them pay for their crimes, or their offspring will continue being monsters among the human race. Is that something you’re willing to live with?” Julian looks like he’s beginning to run a fever at this point with his flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. I plant my feet back on the ground and walk around him, heading towards an imaginary door.

“Good night, Mr. Todd.”

“Scene.” Even though Lucio’s voice is the softest it’s been during this entire process, the auditorium is silent enough for it to carry.

“Well, Spunky, I knew there was a reason I liked you. Congratulations, you have the role. Asra, you’ll be Spunky’s understudy, because you’re the only one that has as much chemistry with Julian. Everyone else who was auditioning for the assistant, you can either stick around and try for another role or leave; it doesn’t matter that much to me.”

I end up staying through until the end of auditions, mainly because I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to leave or not. Turns out, once all the roles were filled to Lucio’s satisfaction, he gave everyone a copy of the rehearsal times, so it’s a good thing that I stuck around after all. Plus, I got to watch Julian perform on stage. I must say, the way he carries himself when he’s acting is quite entertaining, to say the least.

Speaking of Julian, he practically runs up to me as I’m leaving the auditorium.

“Well, hi, Julian,” I greet him, surprised that he sought me out. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine,” he replies quickly, his words rushing together into a jumbled mess. “I was just wondering if you would maybe like to walk with me? Since we’ll be working closely together, I would like to get to know you a little, but it’s totally fine if you just want to be alone.”

“I wouldn’t mind a little bit of company.” Julian smiles enthusiatically, and it makes my heart race.

“Great!” The two of us walk outside and start meandering around.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten your name,” Julian tells me. “Isn’t that weird? We keep seeing each other around campus, and we even share a class together, but I don’t know what to call you.” Is Julian normally this nervous? He’s certainly a fast talker, and he’s rambling a bit.

“My name’s Carina.” He stops in his tracks and gawks at me.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah…” What about my name is making Julian awestruck? He doesn’t hate the name, does he?

“Carina was the name of a pet rabbit I had when I was younger. I’ve always liked how sophisticated and beautiful it sounded, and I thought that if I was to have a little girl, she would be called Carina.” He takes a momentary pause and shakes his head before adding,

“Then again, naming a child after a childhood pet isn��t exactly normal.” He continues walking, and I kind of have to jog to catch up to him.

“So, Julian, how long have you been acting? You looked like a professional on stage.” The compliment makes him flush.

“I’ve been acting since I was about five,” he answers softly, avoiding my gaze. “It started with children’s theater and stuff like that, but when I was ten, I attended my first summer drama camp, and my love for acting has grown ever since. Lucio ran the camp, you know. Has for many years.” I had no idea Lucio and Julian had that much history together.

“Do you like working with Lucio?”

“He’s very passionate about his work, which makes him a very intense person to be around. If things don’t go his way, he’s prone to throwing fits and screaming at people. Despite of that, he does manage to put together spectacular shows and treats everyone to a nice party in the end, so I would say working with Lucio is similar to a roller coaster. It’s both scary and exciting at times.”

“I see.” Julian finds a bench and beckons for me to sit down with him. Once we’re seated, he asks,

“What made you decide to try out for this play? Was it in order to get closer to me?” Before I can answer, he quickly backtracks.

“I don’t mean that in an arrogant way. God knows I’m way too insecure to think that way. It’s just that ever since Lucio accidentally let it slip that I would be the male lead in this play, I’ve heard people whispering about me all over campus, revealing to their friends what they would do to me if they got to play the assistant. To be honest, all of the attention makes me sick. I mean, I enjoy being in the spotlight when it comes to acting, but when I’m not on stage, I…”

“You just want to be left alone, don’t you?” Julian clasps my hand and nods his head.

“Well, Julian, if it makes you feel any better, I auditioned because I really enjoy the story of Sweeny Todd and wanted to see if I had what it took to get a role. That’s it. No nefarious intentions involved.” He visibly relaxes.

“Thank you, Carina,” he sighs contently. “You have no idea how much that means to me.” He brings my hand up to his lips and kisses it softly, making me look away and blush. This play is going to be interesting, to say the least.

I wish there was a way to describe how today’s rehearsals went without being vulgar, but when you’re forced to repeatedly act out a scene where you’re passionately arguing with someone that you feel unresolved sexual tension towards and from, the most mild way to go about it would be to state that it was like two animals in heat. I’m honestly surprised that Julian and I managed to get through rehearsal without tearing each other’s clothes off on stage in front of everyone in the auditorium to see.

You see, this scene involves Elise, the assistant, yelling her grievances at Sweeny Todd, which revolve around money and sex, and Sweeny shouting that those problems wouldn’t exist if she didn’t essentially tell him to become a criminal again. This of course makes Elise more angry at Sweeny, and the scene ends with her storming out of his room and slamming the door behind her. Lucio calls this scene “the beginning of the end”, because after this point in the play, their relationship quickly becomes toxic to the point where they want to kill each other.

Speaking of Lucio, he’s been a key player in creating the tension between Julian and me, because he continuously forces us to approach the edge of no return, but he never allows us to go over it, not even outside rehearsal. Julian’s trying his best to be a gentleman and abide by Lucio’s rules, but I can tell that he’s getting worn out by constantly pushing down anything he may feel towards me and only allowing those emotions to come out when we’re on stage.

I suppose that’s why Asra pulls me aside as soon as Lucio dismisses us for the evening.

“Carina, there’s something you need to know about Julian,” he tells me softly but firmly.

“Go on…” Asra sighs.

“He’s a bit of a pressure cooker. He shoves any feelings he deems undesirable down until he can’t contain them anymore, and then they explode out of him with no way for him to control them until they’re completely out of his system. And it’s not just feelings like anger or sadness; he can get quite horny as well.” Before I can even reply to anything Asra has said, he quickly adds,

“I’ve seen the way you two have interacted during practice, and I don’t want to see you hurt. Sure, he’ll light up your world, but only for as long as he has to act with you. The moment the curtain drops on the final performance, he’ll throw you away like the burnt match you’ve become while spending time with him.” So many questions zoom through my brain, but right as I pick one to ask Asra, Julian walks to us and practically drags me away from him with a fake smile plastered on his face.

“Did something happen between you and Asra?” I ask Julian as we walk outside the auditorium.

“It’s a long story,” Julian mutters scornfully.

“I don’t have anywhere I have to be, so spill.” Julian stops and turns to face me, grabbing my hand as he does so.

“Carina, there are just some things that are best left in the past. Let’s just say that Asra and I aren’t the best of friends.”

“Why?”

“Why do you care so much?” Julian’s voice gets a bit nastier and louder, making me feel defensive.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I nearly shout sarcastically. “It’s not like anyone would get curious if someone told them that a friend of theirs treats people like they were pieces of trash to be disposed of at the first opportunity.” Julian’s eyes briefly widen in shock before decisively narrowing in anger.

“Maybe some people are trash. You try your best to hold on to them because they mean a lot to you, but in the end you have to cut ties before they hurt you.”

“What in the hell are you talking about, Julian?”

“I’m talking about Asra!” We’re both yelling at this point. “He’s always painting himself as the victim, and he never acknowledges any of his wrongdoings!”

“What?!” Julian lets go of my hand to pinch the bridge of his nose in order to calm himself down.

“Look, if you want to know the truth, you’re not going to get it from either Asra or me, because we both were self-centered at the time.”

“Then who does know the truth?”

“Why don’t I have you meet her?”

As it turns out, the girl in question happens to be in an apartment Julian lives in. Initially, I thought she was the short, plump, red-headed individual who greeted us when we stepped inside, but then she quickly dragged Julian away, talking excitedly about finally having a subject for the painting she was working on. Before I know it, a door slams, and I’m left alone.

“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable?” a smooth, female Indian voice tells me, making me jump out of my skin. When I recover from my shock, I find myself face-to-face with a regal-looking woman. She’s just wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but her face looks very queenly. I follow her request and sit down in one of the chairs in the kitchen, which is the first room you’re in when you walk inside the apartment.

“You must be Carina,” the woman states, pouring hot water into two mugs and putting in tea bags. “Julian’s told me a lot about you, so I figured it was only a matter of time before he brought you over. I’m Nadia.” She walks over to the table and sits in the chair next to me, handing me a mug as she does so.

“How do you know Julian?” I nervously ask. There’s something about her that tells me that I’d do well to not piss her off.

“In simple terms, I’m a friend of his who’s mentoring his sister. She was the one that you saw first.” I take a sip of tea.

“What about in complex terms?” Nadia smirks at me.

“You’re clever. Julian could stand to be around someone like you.”

“Thank you,” I reply shyly.

“I’m Julian’s…unofficial therapist, you might say. Then again, I’m kind of everyone’s unofficial therapist, except for Portia. Julian’s sister,” she quickly adds upon seeing the confused look in my eyes. “Anyway, I deal with secrets. Secrets that can either bring people together or make them despise each other.”

“How do you do that?”

“Why, I talk to people. I listen to them, note anything interesting, and pass it along to whoever’s interested in it, for a small fee. Speaking of which, I’m sure there’s something you’d like to ask me. I have a feeling Julian didn’t bring you over here just to meet his sister and her teacher.” I take a deep breath to calm my nerves.

“I don’t know if you would be able to answer this, but something happened earlier this evening that raised some questions for me.” I quickly recount what Asra and Julian had told me after practice, and Nadia nods her head as I talk.

“To be honest, I’m not surprised,” Nadia responds. “Asra’s quite petty, and Julian can be melodramatic sometimes. They’ve both come to me complaining about the other, and I’ve seen their interactions with each other over the years, so I have a lot of information about the nature of their relationship. I just need one thing from you.”

“I understand.” Nadia smiles, making her look that much more like royalty.

“Good. So, tell me: how do you feel about Julian?” I nearly choke on my tea, and I feel my face start to burn up in embarrassment and something else, something more animalistic.

“I see,” Nadia replies to my nonverbal response. “You’re both pulled so taut that you’re about to snap.”

“That obvious, huh?”

“Only because you both blush at the mere mention of the other. How hard has Lucio been pushing you?”

“We’re not allowed to be intimate off stage. We can be friendly, but that’s it.” Nadia sighs.

“Classic Lucio. Gets completely blindsided by Asra and then takes it out on you.”

“What do you mean?” Nadia proceeds to launch into the story of Julian and Asra. Apparently, they started off as rivals because Asra was jealous of Julian becoming Lucio’s favorite without even trying when he had to work tirelessly for two years prior just to get Lucio’s approval. The rivalry was one-sided, though, because Julian was blissfully unaware that Asra felt any ill will towards him.

When Julian was a sophomore in high school and Asra a senior, they ended up being the lead characters of one of Lucio’s original plays. Julian had shot up over the summer and was eight inches taller than Asra, which led to Asra developing feelings for Julian. This, of course, presented some internal conflict for Asra up until Julian had expressed interest back. From there, their relationship burned bright and fast.

Things between them started going downhill quickly when Asra would manipulate Julian into doing sexual things that Julian most likely wouldn’t have done on his own and Julian would either get super clingy or super distant. Nadia had tried to get them to work things out, but as soon as the final show ended, Julian broke up with Asra and ghosted him as much as he possibly could.

“So, why exactly would Asra care about my wellbeing if he really doesn’t care for Julian?” I ask Nadia once she’s done with her tale.

“Well, once Asra and Julian broke things off, Julian developed the habit of getting romantically close to his costar only to drop them once the production was over. Since you’re pretty new to the acting world, Asra wouldn’t want your experience to be soured by anything Julian does. At least, that’s what he’s told me.”

“But?” Nadia smirks knowingly.

“You’re the first person since Asra that’s made Julian…I don’t want to say lovestruck, because that sounds overdramatic, but maybe pleasantly nervous.”

“Really?” She nods her head.

“If you stay over here long enough this evening, Julian’s bound to show you what I’m talking about.”

Julian’s managed to contain himself, all things considered. His sister Portia kept teasing him about me, Nadia awarded her with smirks, smiles, and some extra dessert, and it seemed like every other commercial on TV was based on a cheesy romantic comedy.

But then Nadia leaves for the evening and Portia goes off to bed and Julian starts channel surfing only to stumble upon a show that featured a girl moaning loudly as a guy’s using his dick like a jackhammer to drill an additional hole into her.

That’s when I can tell that some frayed strings in Julian are snapping. His face becomes flushed, his eyes dilate with a mixture of shock, horror, and arousal, and his mouth’s agape at the scene unfolding in front of him. I myself am having a difficult time keeping my composure, but I’m able to remain sane long enough to gently take the remote from Julian’s hand and shut the TV off. In a blink of an eye, my hand replaces the remote as Julian turns his body so that he’s facing me.

“C-Carina,” he stammers. “I…I’ve been trying so hard, and I—” As quickly as he grabbed my hand, I place my index finger on his lips and lean close to him. Somehow, his face becomes even redder.

“Julian, what do you want to do to me?”

“I don’t know if I should—” I cut his sentence abruptly by clamping my hand over his mouth.

“Just nod or shake your head, okay?” Julian nods his head, his gray eyes sparkling in the living room light.

“Do you want to kiss me?” Nod.

“Do you want to make out with me?” Nod.

“Do you want to run your hands all over my body?” Nod.

“Do you want to leave bites all over me?” A more hesitant nod.

“Do you want to do to me what the man on the screen did to that girl?” A very slow, almost ashamed nod, but a nod nevertheless.

“I want you to listen to me, Julian, because I’m only saying this once. When I remove my hand from your mouth, I want you to do me on this couch. You can go as rough or soft as you want, but I don’t want you to stop until you’ve orgasmed. I don’t care what Lucio’s going to say when he sees us at our next rehearsal; his decisions have pulled you so taut that you’re snapping right in front of me as we speak. Do you understand?” After a moment of serious contemplation, a quite shy nod.

“I’m going to count to three, and then I’m leaving you to do whatever you want.” Nod.

“One.” Julian swallows.

“Two.” Something inside me quivers in anticipation.

“Three.” Time gets jumbled for about five seconds, and when it straightens itself back out, Julian and I are at the other end of the couch; he’s moved on top of me and is frantically kissing every part of me that he can touch. I can’t really keep up with him, not that I’m complaining.

#thearcana #juliandevorak #portiadevorak #asraalnazar #nadiastratinava #countlucio #collegeau

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You Can't Force A Fairytale (Chapter 2)

Chapter title: A Short-Lived Separation

A/n: EEEE IM LOVE LOGICALITY?? Also, my uhh mantra is just HMM WHAT IF THEY WERE ALL FRIENDS?? God, I love them,,, oops. Anyway!! I hope you enjoy! I know how bad this is and probably super like rushed but uh enjoy and make sure to leave me comments!

also if this is confusing i understand, so please tell me and ill try and clear it out!

words: 2133

summary: Roman has buisness to attend to as the gang continue their journey.

pairings: Eventual logicality, eventual prinxiety, eventual demus, eventual remile (These might change but for now im love them)

warnings: bow and arrow, violence, injuries, magic, swearing, bruises, scars

Ao3 Link

“Roman, let’s go” His father calls, Roman nods at his fencing partner, stepping away from his place. He thanks him with a nod before following his father out of the arena with a sweat towel, through the bejeweled halls. “Stop dragging your feet” He reprimands, Roman does exactly that.

“Apologies” Roman clears his throat, knowing he shouldn't mumble. Less he receives a punishing yell. “Where are we going?”

“Father, where are we going father” He corrects, Roman nods taking a mental note. “We are going to meet with some neighboring powers, it seems prince Patton has set course again” His father explains, Roman resists the urge to smile at the first news of Patton he had heard in days. “They wish to discuss with us about lending resources in exchange for something of value, I hope you learn something” They turn the corner, photos, perfectly set line the walls.

“Thank you for the opportunity father” Although he does wish he could spend his afternoon fencing and practice alongside his brother, no one had seen Remus for weeks and no one seemed to care. Except for Patton, who promised he would find him, and now here Roman was about to destroy that. He stuffs his sword into his holster as they arrive in the grand room. Roman will always marvel as the ceilings disappear from view, too high to squint out.

“Sit” His father commands, Roman does, his back sinking comfortably into regal chairs. He fights every instinct to fidget as more people gather, talking in hushed voices to one another, simply nodding towards Roman. A hint of acknowledgment. He listens, however, the voices molded into snippets of conversation until finally, someone talks a little too close to the prince.

“I heard they caught him finally, threw the boy into the back of the carriage they did” Roman perks up, swirling his drink carefully as the snivelly voice continues. “He was with that other prince too, Prince Logan, his father was less than pleased” Logan! Roman fights an eager grin, taking a quick sip. “God only knows what they're going to do to that boy now” Roman's heart sinks below his knees, the sweat upon his forehead growing stronger. “I'm sure the King has his punishment ready”

Bingo

Roman's mind runs wild, only his assumptions in mind. Patton and Logan? Caught? What trials were they going to face now, at the dawn of the world they were on the brink. What was going to be their fight, consequence for trying to do what's right? Was it all Romans fault, no...no, no...it'll be fine. Everything will be fine.

~~~

“This is not fine!” Patton cries, shaking violently in the guards hold. “You can't just lock me away!” He argues, angry tears fall from his cheeks, staining the floor.

“I can do as I please Patton, I'm the King” The deep voice could silence a chamber of councils with his bellows. “Throw him in” He directs, the men do so allowing Patton to scuff his knees, tangling himself in his cloak.

“Please! You cant do this” He shouts, shaking at the bars that lock him into the freezing room. The King snickers before bowing out, the lights dimming as it falls silent. Patton groans, small sparks fly from his hand bouncing off the walls. He catches them playing around with the light. After a brief moment, he sprinkles them around, a calming sense falls over him.

He moves to the window, the glaring sun shining in providing the only hope of escape through the bars. Knowing this tower was made to prevent or weaken magic, Patton wasn't too hopeful. He yearns from the opening, watching the kingdom go on without him, the magic of life swirl about. He looks just across the borders, watching a sliver of another castle behind the clouds, praying maybe a little, that Logan is safe.

Once his dream ends he retreats to the slab they dare call a bed, removing his boots massaging the sores of his adventures. He undoes his cloak, hanging it on a single hook, laying down as his eyes examine the plain ceiling. Maybe something manifest, what does he have to lose?

Yeah, that last about five minutes. Patton, much to antsy, jumps towards the window once more. His fingers tracing every inch of the metal, using what small iota is left of his powers to bend them just slightly. He’s small, he can squeeze through...surely.

~~~

“Surely you've lost your mind, Logan!” His father yells, Logan scratches his ear, clearing out the sound of annoyance.

“Surely I haven't father, now may I be excused?” he requests politely, following his father graciously with his arms behind him.

“No!” His father barks “Because instead of being here doing your duties, you were off gallivanting with that...scoundrel” He seethes, Logan clutches to his wrist taking a deep breath.

“Prince Patton” he corrects, His father turns to him stopping them in their tracks. It was rather amusing the difference between the two. Logan was slim, he maintained himself. He was a lousy man, plump as he waddled grumpily through the castle halls. Logan found it hard not to laugh as he had to look down addressing the man who was supposedly in charge of him.

“You will not speak to me like such” he warns, Logan swallows his thoughts nodding. “Now we have a conference to prepare for, so shoo, go...do something of use” He excuses his son, meeting with his advisors. Logan smirks, bouncing on his heels as he races calmly upstairs. Shutting himself in his room, moving to the fountain that sprays beautifully in the corner.

“I know you're in there” He mutters searching his pockets, finally his fingers surround a circular item. He pulls it out, smiling as a shine comes from the gold coin. “Please work” He begs silently, flicking it into the water, watching as light dances around, his eyes dazed as the color pours out. Soon an image clears, and Logan's blush returns. “Patton!” He whispers, the figure turns, a giant grin as he approaches the screen.

“Lo!” Patton greets in return, his curled locks bouncing along with him. He adjusts his glasses, checking the room. “You used the coin” Patton identifies, sitting at the end of the bed.

“It worked” Logan mumbles in disbelief, his fingers itching for more. He shakes his head, focus, your time is limited. “Are you alright?” He questions

“Little bruised but mostly just bored!” Patton exclaims “They locked me atop ‘Fiona's Tower’” He informs, Logan nods listening, his eyes scan what he can see. “How are you, he didn't...hurt you did he? You got home safe?” Patton inquires, Logan eyes alight with soft affection. Patton watches from his end, wanting nothing more than to be there with him.

“Id barely call this a home” Logan scoffs, Patton bites his lower lip “But yes, the king's men got me home all in one piece” He gestures to himself, Patton smiles weakly. “Pat? Is everything truly alright?”

“Hmm?” Patton hums, he shakes off his doubts, a flashy smile returning “Yes of c-” He pauses, listening “Logan I must go! I'm so sorry, stay safe, promise?”

“Always and forever” Logan recites, his hands cross the water and as it dissolves so does Patton.

~~~

“Everything hurts” Virgil moans, his feet dragging the grass behind him “And I'm tired” He continues, Dolos nods sympathetically.

“‘Everything hurts and I'm tired’ title of your sex tape” Remus blurts, laughing before his eyes grow in confusion. “Whats a sex tape?”

“You don't...nevermind” Virgil groans shaking his head. He realizes quickly his posture over Dolos and straightens himself out, yawning as Emile simply floats ahead of them. Humming delighted as more comes to view. “Hey uhhhh Fairy godfather or whatever?” He calls out, they stop as Emile turns.

“Yes, dear Virgil?” He wonders, ascending as he plants his feathered feet into the newly green grass.

“Where exactly are we going?” Virgil asks, Dolos helping him making sure he stays upright. “Cause like, we've been walking for hours, and Dolos is tired” he nods sadly, Emile cocks his head, his flashy grin remains.

“To the people who I hope can help you…” he looks to the narrator “And Remus” He states first, looking to the figure. Remus stands, kicking the dirt below as he scratches his head. “He needs to return to his brother” Emile informs

“Roman” Remus breathes, a sappy sorrow over him.

“Who?’ Virgil questions

“Virgil's future love!” Remus narrates, quickly his eyes grow as he turns to Virgil “You touch my brother” he shakes his head, Virgil quickly hides behind Dolos

“I didn't do anything” He argues “I don't even know who Roman is!” he shouts, Emile hushes him as he listens to the crackle of leaves.

“You dare speak the prince's name in such a manner!” A voice comes from the shadows, the group closes in each facing a new way. “You will- Prince Remus?” The man stops, gesturing for the rest of his men to stop as well.

“Lucio!” The prince cries, racing forward

“What is going on here?” Lucio forces Remus behind him “Men, take them! They kidnapped the prince!”

Fucking come on! Virgil groans

~~~

“A suitor?! This is ridiculous” Patton scoffs, a furrowed pout upon his face. The King sits across from him, a scowled smirk. “Please! You mustn't do this!” He begs, standing now from his seat. The King does the same but looks to one of his advisors.

“We must prepare for the conference, take Patton to get ready” he commands. The man nods and soon Patton feels himself whisked away, dragged through the halls of the palace he once adored, stuffed into a room.

“Patton!” A woman cries he turns, his face lights up, a sweet grin.

“Val!” Patton breathes a sigh of relief, embracing the red-cloaked woman in a hug. “Oh! I missed you” He smiles pulling away, examining her every feature. “You look good, are you. No harm has come to you right?” He checks

“No! No of course not Pat” Valerie assures nodding “Im perfect as a peach” She grins, he embraces her once more before removing his cloak. He then allows Valerie to work around him, placing the ever so familiar royal garments on him.

“Oh” Patton sighs, spinning delighted in his new suit. His pants comfortable around him, a new slick cloak falls behind him dancing in a celestial blue. He feels royal, he feels himself. “I do miss this” He breathes, smoothing out the bedazzling outfit.

“Oh, I'm glad you like it!” Valerie appreciates, holding a hand over her heart. “You look perfect for the conference” A bell rings throughout “Oh, go show em whos the rightful heir to the throne” She nudges, Patton giggles nodding as he leaves. He braces himself joining them back in the throne room, Patton stands at the King's side grumbling only slightly. As the kingdoms file in, each with a toothy smile to the family Patton ducks out. He makes his way to the stables, finally arriving.

“Nork?” he whispers sweetly, a neigh in response as he bites his lower lip. “There you are” He wastes no time petting his beloved animal, the horse excited to see him. “Oh, I’m so sorry for what happened” He laments, brushing the dark hair. He stops listening as the hay below him rustles, he turns quickly his bow appearing in his hands and arrow ready in a spark of blue light. “Show yourself!”

“Patton” Logan emerges, his hands in surrender. One quick flick and away goes his weapon. He rushes forward wasting no time jumping into his arms. Logan lifts him, spinning his friend around before pulling away keeping their hands interlaced. “Are you alright?” He checks, his hands moving Patton's head.

“Better, now that you're here” Patton admits a quick spread blush. Logan averts his eyes. “Wait...why are you here?”

“The conference? I wasn't sure what it was for but almost every kingdom and the royal family is present '' Logan informs “I fear it means something detrimental for the land” Logan voices his concerns, fiddling with Patton's fingers as he's done since forever. “Is there an evil force at play?” he questions, Patton clicks his tongue cupping his hand on Logans cheek

“Come back to me Lo” he grounds the prince, a quick blink as his friend returns. “Surely if it was dark magic...we would sense it would we not?” Logan shrugs only hoping so. “Come, we should return before our punishments only further”

“Your majesties! You must return at once!” A knight presiding directs, tossing his way into the stables.

“What's the matter?” Logan pushes

“Prince Remus has returned” The knight utters one simple phrase and yet Logan and Patton crash.

#fairytale au #logicality #prinxiety #remile #demus #deceit sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #youtube #thomas sanders #writing #my writing #ao3 #archive of our own #fantasy

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grimgrinnr · 4 years

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——— BASICS!

NAME: Burning!

PRONOUNS: He/Him

ZODIAC SIGN: I honestly don’t care enough lmao

TAKEN OR SINGLE: Taken by the lovely @queenmagne/@hellsfailure/@damneddeer

——— THREE FACTS!

Catch me living in Texas with a bunch of non-Texan friends

I’d kill you if it meant I could have a tub of like Target purchasable sugar cookies

I love to collect figures of any fandom I’m in, even if they’re a bit shit. I got Pops and shit like that. But I also got three whole ass Godzilla figures and I want more of them. I got a Kirishima figure too and I’d love more of those too. I also got this D.Va and Lucio Pop that I got back when I was way more into Overwatch than I am now. And finally, I’ve got one Spider-Man figure, and I need more of my boy Peter. I just don’t have shit for other fandoms I’m in and that makes me sad.

——— EXPERIENCE!

PLATFORMS USED: Used to roleplay in this Godzilla based multifandom mashup Steam RP group. Still have fond memories of it cuz the plots that were made for a simple thing were pretty impressive tbh. Had a stunt of doing something through FanFiction.net DMs but eh never really cared for it. Now I’m here and on Discord!

——— MUSE PREFERENCE!

GENDER: I tend to play male characters more than women??? It just seems to happen, probably because I don’t want to fuck anything up writing them, and me being a male means I know some shit about dude stuff or something idk

LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S): Ones that can’t do that one thing, y’know, the thing where the skin does that thing when shit happens

MULTI OR SINGLE: When it comes to muses? I used to do multi muse blogs a lot, with Al being my only single muse. Now that he’s basically the only rp blog that’s survived my ass, it’s the other way around. When it comes to ships? Basically always multi-ship because I like exploring everything possible with everyone.

FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT

FLUFF : This is my favorite goddamn thing in the world despite Alastor’s entire everything

ANGST : It depends. I’m fine with things getting angsty every once and a while, but I won’t do angst all the time. And I won’t make things get super dark and horrible. I like to have a balance between fluff and angst on my blog at all times for my own comfort and enjoyment.

SMUT : Listen. I love smut. Something about it is so fun to write. I know it’s not for everyone, I know people can be selective about it, and it’s all valid. But for me? Smut is amazing and I love to explore all the shit that can happen between muses when smut happens.

PLOT / MEMES: First time interactions are done best through memes, but if I know you and your muse and our muses’ relationship with each other well enough, we can plot some shit out!

———–

Tagged by: I stole it like the bitch I am lmao

Tagging: *Finger guns*

#text post #Off Air (ooc)#;dash meme #overwatch tw #BNHA //

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gh0sti3x-x · 5 years

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my view on Lucio's route

@ all the Lucio stans, are yall okay???? (Long rant ahead because yeah and some cursing if you're uncomfortable with cursing)

Anyways, I just decidedly (and impulsively) play Lucio's few updated chapters yesterday. And oh man, am I in fucking "love", and here's why: as someone who gets really intense with relationships, I tend to take things too quickly and I'm always a slut for affection. If someone shows me affection, I will fall very deeply in love. It doesnt really help that he just showers the apprentice with as much love and tender touches as possible (I spent all my God damn coins I had saved up for Muriel's next update just to be "loved" bro). As a Asra/Muriel/Julian stan, I really do feel guilty that I'm playing Lucio's route and decide to be a fucking slut. From the routes before, Lucio is always depicted as an asshole (esp. in Asra's and Muriel's, so much as to show he "killed" Asra's parents and forced Muriel to be a gladiator and forced him to kill just for Lucio's entertainment.) I always had a deep hatred for the goatman for making my babies lives a living hell.

Aside from this, they make him seem like such a good guy in his own route. And I got to thinking, did the devs to this on purpose to show how much of an egotistical asshole Lucio is by showing us how he views himself? He always praises and showers the apprentice with love when they first meet and basically fuck not a few chapters later. Is this to show that he's so much of a narcissist that he doesnt want the MC to view him as a bad man for all the shit he's done? Of course he's lonely! But he's lonely for a damned good reason!!

Comparing Lucio to a certain person I know is like them looking at eachother in a mirror (might I add that this person really hurt a friend of mine so fucking bad. Then there's the group's dumbass to go and defend him)! They both caused harm to the people we care about, they both have pity parties because boohoo I fucked up and now I'm all alone!, and they both always try to blame others for their own problems or for the fucking choices they made/make!! And there's some choices in there that always defend Lucio/have his back and tell him he didnt do anything wrong when everyone else around know differently. This is what fucked me up the most the more I thought about it. Because he shows a different side to MC, MC is more vulnerable to be taken advantage of and turn MC against everyone. (Now that I'm adding this last part, I could theorize this is how the reversed ending could go: Lucio manipulating MC to turn against their friends.)

And as someone who tends to give love away way too easily, Lucio can take advantage of an MC like this. An MC who is very much so generous and selfless with their love. Because as one like this, we dont usually get the same amount of love we gave away. So when someone comes into our lives and call us sweet names and shower us with gifts and hugs and shit, we technically devote our selves to them! With someone vulnerable from having so much heartbreak, Lucio can take advantage of that. Do you think he really loves the MC? I feel like he's just taking advantage of MC's help and would leave them laying on the Lazaret if it meant getting into more power again and getting his own body back.

As much as I really like all the affection in his route, I cant shake aside how much of an asshole Lucio is. He always gets so jumpy and nervous when you ask him to admit his wrongs. He tries to change the subject and try to make you believe he's a good person who's just so misunderstood! (*cough* just like our dumbass friend who just went up and straight up went out with this dude, not being fucking considerate of our friends feelings!)

In a way, I'm kind of shitting on Lucio's route (and maybe some hardcore stans) because he's just so comparable to a narcissist and a fucking perpetrator! And that's what he technically is, admitting it or not.

What broke my heart the most when playing Lucio's route is the way Asra had responded:

As much as he didnt/doesnt want MC binding themselves with blood magic to Lucio, he still cares about the MC's feelings. Asra basically fucking admits he feels guilty for not watching out for the MC!! He blames himself because he cares about MC going out with Lucio McFuckface. (I'm getting angrier by the minute as I talk about how much of an asshole Lucio is.)

Lucio always blames Asra for not being there when he needed him, always disappearing when he needed him. Lucio is a grown fucking man, he doesnt need to be a bitch baby to Asra. Lucio always takes the opportunity and chance when given just to blame Asra. Got lost in the spiritual world? Oh, it's Asra's fault for dragging us here!! There's a wyrm chasing us through the forest because I didnt keep up my end of the deal (mind you, he sacrificed his OWN dad's heart and almost had his mom's)? It's probably Asra who sent him to kill us!! The devil's chasing after us because, again, I'm a dumb bitch baby who couldnt keep my end of the deal AGAIN?? Damn you, Asra for tricking me into thinking it'd be easy to get a body for me!!

I should probably end my ranting here before it gets even more lengthy and I break my God damn phone.

#love #the arcana #the arcane game #lucio x apprentice #the arcana asra #asra alzanar #asra x apprentice #bro im just so.... aside from the coming from Lucio.... im so god dman worked up

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mirika · 5 years

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Another Dutch Comic Con weekend, the Winter edition. I went as Ladybug on Saturday and as Mimi on Sunday.

Adding links etc later!

It was a bit of a sad weekend for me for reasons I prefer not to talk about because it’ll just make me more sad, but despite the events I still had fun and I don’t think I had my friends notice much I wasn’t feeling too good. I am still glad I went and cosplayed despite my mood. I will highlight the happier things!

Day one!

On Saturday I went with my two best friends which is obviously a treat. We wandered a lot at the con shopping and I actually saw a different Miraculous holder other than the usual Chat Noir and Ladybug!

The lighting wasn’t great, but I was happy to see her and we had a little chat. She liked my custom Ladybug look which was very nice, I explained that Ladybug is always someone else over time and they wear different outfits, so it’s not that odd for me to simply be another Ladybug of another era.

She was actually the only one I made a photo with, all the other Ladybug, Chat Noir, Adrien and Marinette.. they were all cosplayers I took photos with before. On Sunday I did see different cosplayers, even someone dressed as Luka, but I wasn’t wearing my Ladybug outfit then. Bummer!

I did get a fair bit of merchandise from the artist alley. Once again... okay, listen. Jonny Cruz, voice actor of Lucio from Overwatch, was visiting Comic Con. My hopes were high: there used to be a lot of Overwatch merchanise, but they rarely sell Lucio. They MUST have got Lucio now, right? Nope. Only new Lucio merchandise I found was a charm. I was a little sad about that, because I know he’s not exactly unpopular. I do very much like the charm though! Merchandise below, Lucio charm is the one bottom left.

When you flip him over he wears the yellow outfit instead of green.

I also have my millionth Patamon plushie. I was happy to see Digimon merchandise in the first place, but it’s always either Patamon or Agumon. I love Patamon anyway, so I bought it. The fox plushie... was pure impulse. He is extremely soft and foxes are by far my favourite animal. His name tag says his name is Fred, I wanted to name him myself, but I love Fred as well.

Those buttons are actually commissions of my Dungeons & Dragons hobbits halflings!

So button commissions are apparently a thing! And I also made another commission that I’d pick up the next day. These two ladies together were only 14 euros. If you want to know more about my girls just ask me. They are actually family, not siblings though.

Other than that I found an artist that sold Digimon stickers. She only had a couple, so naturally I bought every single one of them.

If you wonder why some look similar, they are appparently old and new versions. I absolutely love, LOVE how the bottom Agumon turned out. Look at that fireball. Amazing.

That already sums up Saturday, it was mostly shopping. I saw a Fire Emblem cosplay I really wanted to take a photo with, but after seeing her once, I never found her again. She was dressed as Elise, my favourite female character.

Onto;

Day two!

This day I only went with one of my two best friends. We went a little later than the day before, which is common when a whole weekend is visited. I went as Mimi from Digimon because I knew a Rosemon cosplay would be there, but I never found her. Since she was the sole reason I went as Mimi of course this was a bit of a letdown, especially after seeing all the Miraculous cosplay gathered together. I even saw a few cosplayers I hadn’t seen before. Maybe next time! I did make a photo of myself which I don’t usually do.

It’s not my best pic, but let’s be real, I was walking while I took it and still had my bag on and wasn’t in the best mood. Because it was the only photo I took, I decided to upload it. The mother of the lass who did my commission below actually thought I was wearing a wig cause when I explained I looked different yesterday she referred to probably having had a different haircut too. Not sure if that means my hair looks fake, hah.

The commission was my goblin from World of Warcraft and I honestly think this is the best part piece I’ve gotten of her yet, and that while it was a Comic Con commission! (I say this because commissions at an event are less flexible, you cannot discuss design choices well)

Does she not look absolutely amazing? She was worth being my most expensive button, and even then I’d say it could’ve been worth more (but I would’ve less likely been able to afford it). Let me show you what else I got on the Sunday.

It’s mostly small stuff:

On the left is a sticker my friend bought me without me noticing it, not really at least. It refers to the Dungeons & Dragons bard and it suits me as in D&D version 3.5 a bard does not get damaging spells until a high level, so I always feel like all I can do is inspire my allies. Inspiring allies is strong, but it feels silly to say every turn “yeah I’m still singing.”

The two dice are d3 dice, meaning they count from 1 to 3. They are often not included in dice sets, and with often I mean always. Some skills do use them though.

The button below my goblin is a commission of my hobbit in Lord of the Rings Online. I found said artist quite late sadly since she had the most affordable ones. I had a hard time explaining what exactly I wanted, so I told her I just wanted her to be smiling.

The last button is of Miraculous Ladybug. Not a commission, just one I found. I liked it cause of the akuma (the butterfly) floating there and her hands being like that. I don’t know. I just liked it.

Other than that my friend and I mostly just finished what she had not seen yet (she left early) and then rested mostly. We visited the Q&A of Jonny Cruz (Lucio from Overwatch) and Boris Hiestand (Sigma from Overwatch). As a Lucio main I was mostly there for Jonny, but it was a fun Q&A altogether. What was also fun was what came after the Q&A: they would play the game against each others and fans from the audience would have to carry them.

Jonny lost all three matches, but I am confident that’s because I think the poor lad does not realise he can heal... erm, let me explain. Lucio has two modes: heal mode and speed mode. Speed mode is actually not used much in combat. What did Jonny do? He left speed mode on fulltime, leaving his team with only one healer instead of two. I lowkey wished I was on stage to tell him he needs to hit Shift to heal, but I purposefully did not participate because I am a below decent player. At least now I know I at least play Lucio better than Lucio himself, haha. Boris was actually quite alright as his character, Sigma!

Some images I took.

It’s a shame I kind-of forgot the contents of the Q&A other than them saying each other’s voice lines in their own character’s voice, them trying to imitate the cowboy character (I always forget his name, needless to say I never play him), Boris actually killed it at that, Jonny not so much, haha. They also got Jonny to say “boop” and of course “can’t stop won’t stop” (which he referred to as his favourite quote at the time) and Boris of course talked about stroopwafels being lekker. He also said he wasn’t overly fond of a fan-favourite quote of Sigma because it opposes his own point of view, but he does understand where the liking comes from.

I also tried to take a photo during the match, but didn’t realise how silly I was holding my phone.

Both Jonny and Boris had some serious game faces on.

After the event my friend and I went to the Dunkin’ Donuts since we don’t have one in our town, grabbed a batch and left for the train.

All-in-all I had a good event despite events that aren’t mentioned. I really hope to see Rosemon next time though, I really was on the lookout for her. I actually just remembered I saw a group of Once Upon A Time cosplayers as well that I wanted to take a photo with... dang.

--- WDCC 2019 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) / Mimi (Digimon) ACC 2019 - no report, little happened

DCC 2019 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) / Mimi (Digimon) DCC 2018 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) ACC 2018 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) DCC 2018 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) RCC 2018 - Mimi (Digimon) WDCC 2017 - Mimi (Digimon) ACC 2017 - Mimi (Digimon) DCC 2017 - Mimi (Digimon) RCC 2017 - Mimi (Digimon) ACC 2016 - Hook (Once Upon A Time) DCC 2016 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) DCC 2015 - Sunday - Hobbit (Lord of the Rings) DCC 2015 - Saturday - Ellie (The Last of Us)

I have been to Elfia in 2015, but I cannot find this post. I was Donna Noble and I actually had a really bad day, which is why I have never returned to Elfia.

#mirika #mirikalj

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I'll be the one that bites the bullet. Fantasy High episode 11--thoughts?

**spoilers for cool kids, cold case**

Hoo boy.

That could be my entire write up honestly because, geez ya'll.

Let's break it down.

Sidenote, I just got mildly into Overwatch so every time I say that and I say it a fair amount, I hear Lucio in my head.

Anyway, like I said in an earlier post, I'm now pretty sure that the bloodrush fight didn't go the way Brennan expected. Like either he didn't expect them to win or that they would win but not kill Daybreak because there was so much exposition and change and repositioning in this episode. It was a lot like the first session with all the setup. It's like he needed to get them on a new trajectory so he took an episode to time jump and change the status quo before--BAM. But we're getting to that.

In another show or even another episode of this show, the opening convo with Ragh might have been the wildest part of the ep. There’s just so much to unpack there.

Fig making him kowtow to Gorgug and everyone being like dude, stop making it weird.

Before she did that, Emily paused and you could just see every other person looking like “What insane thing is gonna come out of her mouth now?”

Kristen getting the scoop on his super gay dreams.

Adaine trying to get him to got to therapy (and also to realize that he's gay).

The group whole ass making him cry for possibly the first time?

Fabian trying to shut everything down.

“You’re cumming from your eyes.”

Kristen, please stop. I’m begging you.

As I suspected, the group reached the point of yeah, we NEED to call Riz's mom this ep. Like, they *had* to call her. You can only realistically take shenanigans so far before it becomes straight unrealistic to not just call a responsible adult.

And, speaking of, yay! We got to see a little of everyone’s parents just like I wanted/predicted.

We actually got a lot of stuff from my wishlist. There’s so much time jumping and stuff in this episode I don’t even know where to start.

This is probably the wrong place to start but I remember wondering what their Christmas equivalent was because they can’t have Christmas because of the Christ thing so when they were like Solstice I was like, oh duh. It’s literally right there. How could I miss it.

OK I guess

Christmas Solstice party at Gorgug’s house! I knew his house would end up being the hang house.

Sklonda handled the situation pretty close to how I thought she would. I really think Brennan was forced into a, “This adult is too responsible to not wipe out my next ten plot points over the course of a week,” corner and that’s why he had to pivot. More on that later.

Fabian just refusing to eat any of the fast food she got them.

I totally forgot Adaine has diplomatic immunity. Which actually means she’s the ideal Bad Kid to do anything shady they need done, even though that’s not really her style.

Unlike, other people

We’re getting there

I’m glad Brennan drew the line at Kristen’s parents actively being in a cult. He was like, OK no. They’re willfully ignorant but they’re not PART OF THE CULT.

I also think it’s interesting that they didn’t actually kick her out? Like they sorta kinda did but not really because it seems like she’s couch surfing of her own volition a little and staying home sometimes too? I wonder how her brothers are doing.

Both of Fig’s dads just work at her school now. I wonder is they commiserate about her w/ Goldenhoard.

I can’t believe Brennan is letting her just ruin the life of this random, full-adult dwarf doctor. Like, imagine if any adult in her life found out about that.

Brennan says bud a lot. Almost as much as he says rad.

Gorgug choosing playing the drums as his proficiency, but not well. Just, like, a simple drum beat. Bro. Why.

Adaine’s makeover!

I knew we were gonna get to see that. Or at least I really hoped we would.

And it was in boutique setting similar to what I imagined. A little surprised that she went straight for the jeans and t-shirt thing but dope. I want fan-art.

Also, if I hadn’t already been convinced, that scene would have convinced me that Fabian got everyone the gifts (before it was confirmed later).

“You’d look nice as a sailor.” Is that like a pirate thing, bro?

Real talk, does Fabian for-real, for-real have a crush on Adaine low key?He’s complimented her looks more than once, which he hasn’t done with the other girls. They’re at a similar social class which might be a factor. And he clearly has a thing for blond elves.

WE’LL GET TO IT.

I am Concerned about Adaine’s jean jacket, regardless of how dope it is.

Someone needs to talk to Fig about the rat thing. Possibly also Emily.

42069 LANE (or whatever it was). I hate that I love Brennan for that.

“The worst thing about you is that you’re rich.”

But aww, Fabian. I’m glad it ended up being him (and shoutout to the anon who pointed that out to me). This is exactly the character growth I wanted from him.

When Gorthalax said that tryouts had already happened, I was legit upset for Fabian for a sec. Also, how did I know Gorgug was gonna somehow end up on the bloodrush team?

Guys I feel like there’s still a million more things to talk about.

Adaine finding out about Riz’s dad. God I hope there’s a heart to heart soon but she won’t just drop that info unless she has a really good reason.

GILEAR. I can’t believe that was him on a NAT 20. God, he has zero game. Also, imagine Fig and Riz as siblings. Lord.

The return of Tracker. I was concerned that she was in college but she’s like a Sophomore so Kristen is good to go as soon as she stops being a total disaster so actually that’s probably a moot point.

Sidenote, kinda surprised that she’s a cleric. I thought she was off religion totally but I guess she just switched. But I feel like it’s hard to be totally non-religious in a world where gods 100% for sure exist?

Adaine going, “Mrs. Gukgak. Actually Captain Gukgak,” to her racist-ass dad gave me life.

OK so re: the whole conversation about perditional contradoxy and treaties and war and such. How much of that was in the plan and how much of that was last minute retooling by Brennan? Because, I’m going to be honest. If it wasn’t for that comment by Siobhan, I would never have guessed that we were off the rails. But, with that in mind, this feels like the work of a GM who needs to keep the game going because things ended up moving too quickly.

It does answer the question of where the story is going now that the Harvestmen seem to be taken care of. I was a little surprised when Brennan was like, “Yeah Riz’s mom gets them all arrested,” because I’d assumed that the bad guy was going to be just the higher guy on the totem pole.

OK, I’m sure I’m missing some things because this was a JAM PACKED ep so, if I missed something you wanted my thoughts on, please tell me and I’ll be super happy to write more words but let’s get into that scene.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

OK OK OK

Before we start, I’m so pumped about all of this development but I hate how often I’m going to have to type the word Eolwyn because my fingers refuse to accept that that’s how that’s spelled.

ANYWAY

Dude, the pacing, switching between Adaine and home and the rest of the gang at the party. Like, I knew what the reveal had to be as soon as she walked in but I was still like, “Oh my God. Oh my GOD.”

Sidenote: It was very convenient for Brennan that Adaine never actually read those books because it was an easy and non-cheating way to dole out exposition now, later in the game.

What were the mechanics of Adaine not being invited to that party? Did Eolwyn specifically get her not invited? Did she actually get invited but couldn’t go because of the dinner at home? Did all her friends still decide to go, knowing she wasn’t invited? Was she OK with that? How exactly did that go down?

EOLWYN

BUSTING into that party

Magicking up a bunch of LOVE SLAVE PUPPETS

SNORTING magic coke

Playing Spin the Bottle DEATH ROULETTE

MAKING OUT WITH FABIAN

CUT TO: I’M GOING TO KILL MY SISTER

DAMN BRENNAN, I did NOT Expect you to go THAT hard.

AND THEN IT KEPT GOING

Assuming they all live, I can’t WAIT for the, “YOU KISSED MY SISTER????” conversation.

Which means they’ve either never met Eolwyn or only in passing and not enough to remember her.

Shoutout to Riz for being the only person to give Adaine a heads up.

Her eyes glow blue when she does certain types of magic so I’m just picturing her walking into that room, eyes blazing blue, ready to F up her sister (even BEFORE she finds out what’s going on).

I don’t remember if she called Eolwyn a c**t in this ep or the promo for next but I was like, “Oh damn.” Like you got her to escalate her cursing that much that quickly? Damn.

Also, I love that when she’s really upset, Adaine skips the magic and just starts hitting people.

OK, so remember in the first ep when Eolwyn tried to have Adaine steal that book? The book that I’m pretty sure is the one they mentioned as having wards on it to keep monster stuff from happening at school? So, here’s what I want to know. Has Eolwyn always been a part of this? Because, clearly, it looks like she is right now. But it’s possible the original intent was that she wanted to get Adaine to do it as a prank, not knowing it was important and then, Brennan checked his notes while salvaging the plot and decided to work it in.

Also, unlikely, but imagine if Eolwyn somehow induced Adaine’s panic attack during her entrance exam to Hudol specifically so she would fail, have to go to Augefort, and steal the book for her. Wouldn’t that be wild?

Idek what else to say about that last ten minutes or so that isn’t just incoherent, Ally-esque screeching.

I have to say, battle eps are never my faves but I’m looking forward to this one more than any other one so far.

Man, I can’t believe I thought Eolwyn asking for that textbook might turn into a sister bonding moment. Lol @ past me.

Anyway, kick her ass Adaine!

#fantasy high #asks #anon #idk which anon #y'all can always ask me more questions if you have them #on or off anon #anonymous

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blizzcon recap, basically a big stream of consciousness text dump while i still remember things and i will make a refined post later i think

Thursday morning I went to bed around 3am, woke up at 630am, and then again at 730am to board my 840am train bound for anaheim. I had originally intended to drive myself to the con but decided against it, as I didn’t want to pay $60 for parking nor endure the stress of driving on the freeway solo for the first time.

I took a lyft to my hotel and met up with sun (who gave me kandi!!!) and their husband aaron, then we went to claim our badges and make some store purchases.

after feverishly texting reglei we caught sight of each other in line, got tired of waiting, then made our way to disneyland. there we met up with zach and kept missing fitze by mere moments; finally caught fitze & friends at the river belle terrace (a place i have never been in before because despite my many years of being a passholder, there was never a reason or time for a sit-down restaurant experience at disney, so when i opened the door i IMMEDIATELY closed it thinking i was intruding on a private dinner event LMAO). we knocked out everything on the western side of the park (including a fry-filled splash mountain) and got some good pics. the ride on indy was one of the best i’ve had in years: no stalling, great speed, and tons of jerks that nearly threw me out of the jeep hell yeah. perce made it to disneyland in the evening and we got to enjoy space mountain, star tours, a second round of pirates, a VERY invigorated spin on the teacups, then left at closing. zach generously dropped us all off at our individual hotels before heading out himself.

around 2am i woke up convulsing with an anxiety attack and took half a med. i was scared i had woken up sun and aaron but they were coincidentally also awake. after some talking and goofing off with them we made the very informed decision to postmates some del taco to the hotel at 3am. my god was it worth it. i had selected the “fries and secret sauce” option, unaware that these ingredients were not sides, but components to be added to the inside of the burrito. wasn’t bad!

7am wake up for day 1 of the con. met for “breakfast” with perce and reg at the hilton starbucks, which said that they accepted rewards but then didn’t :| i sincerely dont even remember what we did first as everything in the con was so purely awesome and overwhelming. The opening ceremony brought tears to my eyes, of course, as it displayed “WELCOME HOME” on every stage. We mostly just traveled around the con, taking pics, learning the layout, and mentally digesting everything. We attended the VA panel in the early afternoon which was a GREAT decision (no spoilers if you haven’t watched the virtual ticket stream yet!!!) and then made our way to the main stage, where we parked for a good 5-6 hours for the WoW and HotS “What’s next?” panels, then the following WC3 reforged insight panel and, finally, the entire community night. i really want to make sure i grab clips of some of darin de paul’s mcing that night because the man was sawing at my heartstrings like a viola bow. i got very close to crying many times. have no fear put on another amazing performance—this time a wow track called “war mode”—and won the talent contest! we had the privilege of running into them after the performance to congratulate and get some pics w them. i also met up with hinz who i haven’t seen in forever and we got to talk about his brewing and the con! had blaze pizza for dinner then passed out.

breakfast at coco’s for day 2 of the con, this time with sun and aaron in tow. all i needed was hot cocoa and a slice of dark chocolate chip cheese pie. it was...so goddamn good. we started off the con with the warcraft sounds panel featuring the zone of drustvar and concluded with some great performances by david arkenstone and the tavern band. they performed the zandalari zocalo music and bloodsail, an old favorite! we puttered around the darkmoon faire until the build-a-panel featuring zone design in warcraft but couldn’t hear anything due to the acoustics of the stage, so i left to pick up my blink purchases with fitze. there i met a girl wearing kandi and traded with her; she gave me a rubber bracelet from a podcast she’d attended called ‘pwncast’ that reads ‘we bow to no one’ which is VERY garrosh. other than that we had a grand old time of waiting in a line we didnt have to wait in and then made our way back for the warcraft Q&A. the second i saw metzen i immediately screamed with awe and terror and then sobbed into my lap. perce and reg comforted me, and the rest of the panel was fairly uneventful. I think i was the one human being who shouted ‘woo!’ at the scott johnson’s mention of his interviews with metzen, lol. we were waiting for meggo to have a chance to ask her question but she didn’t get the opportunity :(

after the q&a we went over to the unofficial tumblr meetup organized by questifer which was a huge privilege and a lot of fun, and we even made some new friends. i spilled my spaghetti about garrosh to actual blizzard quest developers and im very embarrassed that i did. lmao. i really liked the casual atmosphere of just chilling on the floor though. fitze had to leave halfway through :( but the quest discussion went on for almost 2 full hours. it was really a humbling opportunity.

by that time, the closing ceremonies were underway. reg and i missed out on the hots finals so we just bummed around the overwatch arena for a bit just to see the thing and catch a few minutes of kristian nairn’s set. again, cool stuff, but nothing i can go nuts to lmao. it’s questing music to me. on our way out of the hots stage i ran into a dude wearing KIKWEARS and gave him kandi!! it was awesome lmao. we spent some ducats at the darkmoon faire, but the real prize was won as we were walking out and scored the literal actual absolute last three available boxes of lucio-ohs!!! mine had a hole punched in it so we ate a bit of it before returning to blaze pizza for dinner again. the cereal tastes like lucky charms to me! it’s very sweet, but good!

sunday morning perce, reg, and i secured a breakfast at dennys. when i went up to pay the check i saw the cashier was wearing a piece of kandi and i had the perfect piece for her, the “short stack” piece with the pancake eraser. she traded me the one piece she was wearing (!) which said ‘insomniac’ (obv haha). i made that kandi a while ago and it feels like it was fate for this moment to arrive. reg and perce and i all parted ways back to our individual hotels. i was just chilling in the lobby when i saw a woman wearing kandi, so i went over and introduced myself. she traded me a piece that said mermaid on it, due to my “mermaid hair” :> we started talking about phat pants and she said her daughters now wear the pairs she used to wear! and the kandi she chose was the “a book for ants” with the miniature bible on it, as she found it appropriate for her halloween “christian protest” where she blasted tchami and malla and had a totem that encouraged ‘sinners’ to dance with her, lol.

i excused myself for the restroom and she invited me to “come back and hang out!” so i did!! and when i returned the group was playing a fun card game called chameleon. and have no fear was playing with them!! daniella, one of the performers from the talent contest (they sang the song about vanilla wow), had also joined us. so i got to play the game with a few members of the group and made some new friends, leigh (who gave me kandi) and jaime/ace, who i talked to about old school raving and kandi for a bit. there was a point where everyone but ace went up to the room for their luggage so it was just the two of us sitting there talking, and a pair of guys came up to us holding some merch. “Do you guys want these? we bought too many loot crates.” i was stunned!! they handed me a shadow plush and a clip-on ganymede to ace.

when they all returned, they were trying to plan what to do next, and i told them i had to grab a lyft and start heading to the train station. leigh offered me a ride there!!! i really felt PLUR for the first time in ages, lmao. we all hugged each other and said our goodbyes.

arriving at the train station, i ran into other blizzcon people and we talked about wow the ENTIRE ride home. for the first leg of the journey it was a super full train and we all had to stand but it was okay. we were all enthusiastically talking about wow with zero awkward pauses or any points of contention. it was so amazing just thriving on each other’s hype. at one point another person on the train said “do you guys play this game or MAKE this game?” because we were talking about it in such detail LOL. we all traded battletags before i had to go. it felt really amazing to be able to just literally talk to strangers about something i love and have such an amazing conversation like that. it felt so awesome to just be connecting to people so deeply all the time.

im going to try to preserve the memory of being able to connect to people like that, as i came home and felt isolated and disconnected from everything again. i want to keep riding the coattails of this positivity as long as i can so i’m not going to go into the details of that. a lot of us really felt we could come out of our shells; i kept stressing how “safe” blizzcon was; with all of the focus i’ve been making in therapy on vulnerability, connection, isolation, and the need to feel worthy of being loved, i want to keep these memories at the forefront while i try to forge a better future for myself.

i really hope i can go again next year!

#blathering #blizzcon

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Gamer Girl

I signed into Overwatch, opened up my discord and waited for the other two to come online. Bing was on quickly, his voice loud and clear as I could hear him set up and join up with me. “Hey what’s up?” Bing said, his voice bubbly and pleased as he seemingly began to click away at his keyboard. “Nothing, waiting for you to get on you know? I wanna actually go back into ranked sometime soon.” Bing chuckled on the other end “Don’t worry, i’m a great DPS. I know it’s hard trying to go into ranked when it’s just you. But I think the three of us could get some stuff done you know bro?” “Right, right. At least it’ll be easier to talk to you and Chase instead of random strangers. I feel like i’ll be way more relaxed” As I finished that sentence I heard another person hop on the voice channel, along with a couple of rustles and to pop of a drink. “H-hey guys. Sorry Stacy came on the phone and talked to me longer then I would like” “It’s alright brah, you need some warm up rounds?” Bing asked as we all went into quickplay and quickly got some practice. We got along easily, Chase being he tank, Bing the damage dealer, and me being the healer. We racked up kills and constantly had the enemy team on edge. And in all honesty I was having more fun in game then I had before. Chatting to my two friends and bullshitting around and telling stories in between assaults on the enemy. Bing occasionally talked about some cool tricks he learned on his skateboard or some random computer talk, something that Chase who was also a pc enthusiast seemed to understand. Chase went on about his kids but would occasionally go into skateboarding talk or gaming talk. I knew I was a quiet person at heart but there was times where I didn’t speak at long periods of time, only giving out small call outs before the boys went back to chatting. I tried to ignore the thoughts that I was becoming a third wheel, instead focusing at becoming better and more efficient at the game. When we went into ranked match with a few other guys, I locked in my healer as the others locked in theirs respectively. Voices of the other people in the chat came in, a couple of guys asking how we were all doing and discussing any plans that we had. With that I became quieter, my voice didn’t seem to matter at the moment as I was the one that followed. As we stormed the first point I tried my best to heal my team, trying to keep them alive. But the ones that weren’t Bing or Chase seemed to charge ahead, almost seeming to want to rack up kills instead of focusing on the point and ending up dying in the process. “Ah... fuck where was our healer?!” One of the guys grumbled, “ And why the hell are they so quiet?” “Sorry man she’s a little quiet. I mean you were the one that was going out and shoving your gun in their faces and get surrounded” Bing chuckled as he stood close to me, being able to heal him fairly easily. “Ohhh a girl... I get it. She your girlfriend or something just pocket healing you? God I knew it, it’s always one of those healers...” He rambled as I felt my face flush in embarrassment and shame. “Haha... nah man she’s not my girlfriend, she’s just a friend.” Bing huffed before Chase chimed in “You shouldn’t have gone out from my shield man, You don’t have to chase after every little straggler.” I could almost hear the guy huff over the microphone as angrily began to tap away on his keyboard, back to the point. “Oh so is she your girlfriend? Either one of you need to tell her to stop being glued to your dick and some share the heals ok?” The guy grumbled. I bit the inside of my cheek and tried my best to go out and heal the guy, but the moment I tried to move away and heal another person he’d spam the healing button. I finally got the nerve to speak up on the mic after the 10th time he spammed the line. “I can’t reach you over there, your to far in can you come back-” “OOH so now she talks. Where were you the first 5 minutes of the match? Just letting these guys do all the hard work and carry you? Just get your ass over here I have my ultimate I can take them all down.” “I... I’m not sure, I think it’d be safer if we’d wait for another Ult to get ready-” I began before being interupted “Just get off your boyfriends dick for once second and trust me jesus christ!” I felt my cheeks redden more as I moved over to the man and tried my best to heal him as he tried to take on 4 people on the enemy team alone. Unsurprisingly he only managed to take 2 people out before getting himself killed leaving me on low health right by the enemies. I tried to run back to Chase, who had set up a shield nearby only to get headshot, leaving the rest of my team without a healer. I could hear Chase gave a small grunt over the mic as the guy and I both respawned around the same time, just as the rest of the team died and the opposite team took the point. “Ok let’s regroup and go back out” I told everyone. “Can I just say I have no idea why the hell your playing Lucio.” The guy on the mic said “If you would go Mercy we’d get more heals and you could actually rez people when you fuck up on your job. Instead your just skating around like some dumbass bitch.” “Hey dude leave her alone ok, she’s doing fine, your the one that’s fucking up.” Chase snarled over the mic “Yeah let’s just stay cool, no need to get tilted, it just messes the group up.” Bing added as we began to move to the point. Normally when people were rude to me in game i’d be fine but having it done in front of my friends made it seem almost worse. At least when I was alone I could laugh or ignore it and no one would have to know but with Bing and Chase here it was hell. Bing was quiet for a while as Chase did his best to give out calls, saying who on the enemy team was low, and when we should push in. It was only when I died did Bing speak up again. “Damn, sorry about that babe i’ll try to protect you next time.” I jumped at the sudden nickname, which seemed to catch Chase by surprise just as much as he made a small questioning sound before turning his attention back towards an incoming ultimate. “Ah ha I knew it. Healer girlfriend just riding the dudes dick, this always happens. Head’s up dude you need a better girlfriend this one sucks.” The man commented, laughing over the mic as Bing retorted. “At least I have one dude, you sound like one of those lonely gamer guys that just gets pissy when girls are in game cause he knows he can’t get them” Another person on the team that hadn’t spoke up couldn’t help but give a chuckle over the mic as the man stayed quiet for a moment before beginning to yell into the mic. “Yeah cause all of the girls on this game are either fucking skanks or fat ugly bitches. Why the hell would I even bother man go kill yourself.” Bing chuckled as Chase seemed get into whatever the hell Bing was planning “Wow go kill yourself man? Nice comeback, the more generic the better you know? Try to mess with our girl again and your just gonna end up with mud on your face.” I was entirely quiet for the rest of the match as Chase and Bing kept insisting that I was their girlfriends and how great I was to share a girl like me with another guy and how sad and pathetic this guy was. At the end of the match the man didn’t up speaking, he was quiet, simmering silently after one too many blows to his ego. In the end we won the match and exited back out to the title screen to wait for another match. “W...what the hell was all of that guys?” I asked as Chase and Bing burst into laughter over how salty the other guy must have been. “Ah sorry bout that Jenna it’s just... tired of that guy ragging on you and if he wanted to believe that we were a couple then I thought that I’d give him what he wants and show him how sad he was to just complain about shit like this over a game. What a loser.... uh sorry if that made you uncomfortable I just wanted to fuck with him.” Bing said, his laughter softening as he explained his reasoning. “That’s what I thought too, I just thought about how much this guy must just be angry and if hearing that your my girlfriend pissed him off more then It was way worth it... besides he was treating you like shit you did great that match.” I couldn’t help my cheeks from burning bright red. Being uncomfortable? In a way yes but in another way my heart was pounding hard in my chest with how they spoke about me. All the nice things they said, how they were ‘lucky’ to share me. To spend a moment of their time with me. “No I...i’m not uncomfortable just... flattered. Or shocked is all. That stuff you said was... way too nice.” I muttered into the mic “Nah, your really chill Jenna. I mean you want to hang out with us and that’s more then any of the other dudes do, so you must have the patience from the gods” Bing laughed as another match started up “Ooh, shit nother match. Hey Jenna if shit starts up again we can do that again ok? No blame on you, just shitting on the assholes ok?” “I... I mean if you really want to go ahead and claim i’m your girlfriend then... go ahead. and I guess it was pretty funny” I softly laughed into the mic, trying to hide the nervous crack in my voice as another round started up. As everyone connected to the voice chat we noticed a familiar face among the ranks. The mic guy. “Well shit, here we go again”

#bingiplier #chase brody #self indulgent stuff

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A Second Chance For More. Chapter 5

Fifth chapter is here! Yay! I think by this point we’re half way through, but don’t worry. There is still gonna be some great moments. Also wanted to say thanks for reading and following me! Means a lot. Anyway, enjoy friends!

12. 12 bombs were recovered around King’s Row, and it took till evening to find them. Hanzo found three more while searching the rooftops before Jesse and Lena located the last remaining two. They were all brought back to the lift, Satya putting everyone in a hard light orb.

“If they do decide to explode, the orbs will diminish the blast drastically,” She informed, wringing her sopping wet hair out. It was late, Nine at night, before they finally got back to their craft. Exhausted, wet, and cold, everyone could say they were miserable. Tenfold for the Talon captive that they had procured from this afternoons chase. Hanzo switched seats with McCree from this morning's flight, Ana wanting to tend to his arm. That, and the fact Hanzo just wanted to sit away from people. Everyone else was occupied anyway, Lucio taking notes on what Ana was doing, Jesse just looking bothered from being poked and prodded, Fareeha looking for god knows what in the back, Lena was piloting and Satya returned to her hard light fiddling. And Hanzo blocked out all of it, lost in his own mind that had slowing began to remember.

How he did it. How he hacked his brother bit by bit, stabbing, slashing, carving. How he had to wash his skin until his skin started to peel just to rid of the scent of his brothers blood. How every night, Genji’s slashed face was the only thing he’d see. He remembered it all, felt every feeling like it happened yesterday. His mind kept telling him he’s was better, that he was improving and fixing things, but the part of his head that he thought he’d silenced had started speaking again. He was frozen in his seat, just staring. He’d stopped when a pair of dark coloured fingers snapped in front of eyes.

“Hanzo? Did you want one?” The muscular women asked, staring with some concern in her eyes. He shook his head a small bit before he looked at her, not even hearing her question. “Want What?” He asked, finally being brought back to reality. Fareeha held a stack of blankets, one being offered to him. “Blanket. You looked cold,” She said before moving it towards him a bit, as if she were asking again. He nodded, taking the blanket and wrapping it around him quickly. It wasn’t incredibly dense or warm, but it was dry. His hoodie had been strung up to dry just leaving him with a wet t-shirt and jeans. “You alright? You seemed a bit distracted,” She mentioned, giving another blanket to Satya. She even glanced towards him. His hand moved to the scarf that held his hair up and he pulled it away, his wet hair drooping down. “I’m fine. I just desire to be alone,” He stated, tying the ribbon around his wrist to distract himself. “Alright. Just ask if you need anything,” Fareeha offered as she gave the rest of the blankets out.

Ana had finished with Jesse, but he didn’t move from his spot. No one really did. Ana and Fareeha drifted off to a somewhat light sleep while Lucio was distracted by Satya’s playing (to which Hanzo overheard was called ‘Stimming’). Hanzo’s head rested back and he breathed deep, the constant looming of his thoughts just barely at bay. He tugged the blanket around him a little tighter to keep warm, his hands clutching the fabric just over his chest. His eyes closed, exhaustion taking over for the remaining hours of the flight, just wanting to do nothing more than escaping this crowded setting.

They landed, Fareeha having to wake Hanzo up with a gentle shake. The blanket still hung around his shoulders as he helped take the bomb encased orbs out of the ship and into a large, blast resistant box that Winston had brought to the hanger to safely transport them to his lab. “Might be a great idea to tell local authorities about what we found, in case we missed some,” Jesse said, stretching his back from hours in one not very comfortable seat. “Of course! First order of business. Second is making sure these aren't armed,” Winston hummed, closing the lid of the container and securing the lock on it. A few people were waiting in the hanger for the groups return, one being Genji, who rushed to his brother side the moment they were done with business. He had his mask off.

“Welcome back! How’d it go? Was it boring? Did you die?” He asked, a joking smile on his face. His hand went to rest on his siblings arm, to which Hanzo jerked back a bit. The younger’s face went from mischievous to confused, his hands just hovering a bit unsure what to do. “You alright? Did something happen?” He asked, his voice full of concern. “I’m fine. I just...want to go to sleep,” Hanzo almost barked back, lying through his teeth. He started to walk away, avoiding as many people as possible. Genji watched his brother leave, just standing there as he spoke to Jesse. “Did something happen?” He repeated the question to him, raising a his eyebrow in his direction. “No idea,” McCree responded, lighting a cigarillo as he too started to leave the hanger. Everyone went their own directions, to the kitchen, to the rec room, or straight to their respective bunks. Genji was left with wonderment, hoping that his brother was actually alright.

He wasn’t. Hanzo locked himself in his room, all the terrible thoughts flooding his head. Genji’s face was the only thing he saw when he closed his eyes and it hurt. Why did the that cowboy have to be right? Why did Hanzo care? He thought he was over this, he thought that after all the weeks, months that he was over this, that he had improved. And in a few sentences, it seemed to come undone. He didn’t sleep that night, afraid of the all too familiar dreams to come cascading back to him.

This went on for weeks. Missions with or without Jesse, Hanzo turned cold to his team. Talks like the one with Ana a rarity in the coming assignments. Even outside of work, Genji began to notice that Hanzo didn’t attend their usual afternoon chats like he used to. And when he did, it wasn’t much of a chat at all. Whenever Genji brought up what was troubling his sibling, he’d deny or change the topic instantly. Not to mention Hanzo didn’t even train with his brother anymore, favouring for training at odd hours and alone. Something was wrong and Genji was dead set on finding out what. He interviewed everyone on his team, determined to get to the bottom of this. And everyone said the same thing, that they’d been nothing but nice to him. Lena, on the other hand, said she last saw him with Jesse before he started acting like this.

At first, Genji just asked Jesse if he was doing or saying anything, to which he denied fully. But all that changed when Genji was helping Winston sort through some recordings from a decently tough mission. Straight into a warzone, Hanzo and Lucio had been brought in as backup to the Offense team. Fareeha taking heavy damage, Reinhardt’s jet on his armour completely destroyed, and Brigette was out cold. Lucio rushed to where everyone was, ducked in a little corner for as much cover as possible while Hanzo covered him with constant arrow fire. Since only four agents had their cameras, but it was enough for Genji to catch glimpses of actions that proved Jesse was lying. No sound was needed to show Jesse almost shouting Hanzo, his brother retorting back. It was made worse when Hanzo dared to rush to Reinhardt’s aid just to be shot at by Talon agents. He retreated and Genji could almost imagine what he said, making his brother slink to the back of the group so McCree could instead assist Rein. These little exchanges made the remaining blood in Genji’s body boil. He couldn’t believe he’d let this gone on since July. It was September.

Before he could say anything, Genji darted out of Winston’s lab to find Jesse and hopefully put an end to this.

Jesse was in the training area, like usual, firing round after round at oncoming targets without missing a shot. Genji watched for a few short minutes for the doorway behind him, thinking he wasn’t scene.

“Ya know, you ain’t as sneaky as you think you are,” Jesse said, turning his body to face the younger shimada. “Neither are you, McCree,” He replied, walking over to Jesse slowly. He made sure no one else was in the room with them, even in the hall, before he started to talk.

“I thought you said you weren’t bothering Hanzo,” He accused, and McCree’s face instantly dropped to a more defensive expression. “And I haven’t been,” He replied. Genji removed his face plate and his face only held annoyance and hatred. Something McCree hasn’t seen in years. “That��s bull shit and we both know it! Now Confess,” He demanded, his hand grabbing McCree’s shirt and holding him firm in place. Jesse grumbled, Genji having to strike his hand against his chest before he spoke directly.

“Fine! Fine, yes, I've been giving him shit but he deserves it!,” He defended himself. The other down right slammed him into the wall and pinned him, his arm holding his throat in one place. Jesse may have been bigger, but no one could escape this ninja’s death grip. Jesse choked a bit, his trachea being pushed against, even if just a little. How!? How does my brother deserve it!?”

“I don’t know where you’ve been for the past decade, I mean, look at you! Look what he did to you! I was there, and i saw how terrible it was. That man ain’t right!” Jesse choked out, earning another press on his throat. “That ‘man’ is still my brother!” He shouted, staring the other down. His eyes turned a deep red, slightly glowing.

“He’s a Murderer!”

“We All Are!”

They stood there, silence falling between the two. Genji’s grip let up on the other, but not enough for Jesse to make his escape. Neither said a word for minutes, not really wanting too. Jesse made an attempt to move, just to be shoved back to his original position. That was when Genji spoke.

“Listen, Jesse. He may have destroyed my body, and part of my mind, but in turn, he did the same. It took years to even find him, more to talk to him again. I fought tooth and nail for him to be back in my life, and I’m not about to let him walk back out of it just because of your relentless comments.” Jesse looked at Genji surprised, not seeing the side of Genji ever in his life. He remained silent while receiving his lecture. “I ask of you to either Apologize for your delinquent like actions, or just completely step out of our lives. I’m not asking you to like him, I’m asking you to let him recover.” He hissed, finally letting the other go. Jesse’s hand went to his throat, rubbing were Genji had held him for so long. The cyborg walked towards the door, leaving Jesse to his thoughts before saying one final piece.

“Of all the people here, I expected you to give Hanzo a second chance more than anyone. After all, you got one after all you did.” His hand pulled his face plate back on, his visor illuminating a neon red that shifted to green. He left after that, and Jesse couldn’t have felt worse.

It wasn’t hard to find Hanzo. Everyone basically knew where he had been going at night to drink. McCree knew it especially since it’s where he used to go back in the day. Just a little ledge above the cliffs where one could be alone for hours and not be bothered by anyone. The night had fallen over the base, a gentle and cold breeze chilling the air. Hanzo was leaning against a few boxes, drinking straight from a Sake bottle. Jesse walked up the stairs behind the ledge he sat on, his spurs jingling as he walked. He didn’t need to say anything to alert Hanzo to his presence.

“What?” He hissed, his head turning just to see the other out of the corner of his eye. Hat in his hand, Jesse took a few more steps before speaking. “Wanted to talk,” He drawled, fixing his jacket a bit. It really wasn’t summer anymore. “Talk? Or insult?” Hanzo let out. Jesse took in a breath, debating on completely leaving. But he didn’t, Genji’s talk striking guilt into him more powerful than any snarky comment that could be thrown at him.

“More like...Apologizing,” He said finally. Hanzo’s head turned and he gave Jesse his full attention. He took this as his queue to speak. “I’ve been...Less than reasonable. Said things i had no place in saying. I gave it some thought, and...I shouldn’t be judging you. We’ve all got shit to sort through. I ain’t any better than you,” He said, putting his hat back onto his head. Hanzo looked him up and down, his eyes squinting a bit. “Did Genji put you up to this?” he asked, making Jesse nod a bit. “That obvious?” He replied.

Hanzo turned his gaze back to the waves that crashed against the rocks below, taking a long sip from his bottle. He barely noticed when Jesse took a seat on a couple boxes just to his left. He just did the same, looking out onto the dark sky, stars, and almost calm ocean. He heard the slightest twist of metal before just quickly looking at McCree, taking out a flask and taking a sip from it. “He may have sat me down and talked to me about this, but i really am sorry,” He said, offering his flask to the other. Hanzo just looked at him suspiciously. “He brought up some good points, and i remembered that I’m in the shit as much as you are. I had no right. Hell, i might’ve lost the ones i had from the way i was acting,” he admitted, taking another, much longer sip from his flask this time.

“That’s a good apology. I’m not sure if I'll accept it, though,” Hanzo stated coldly, taking a sip from his own bottle. “Didn’t expect you too. Just thought it’d put your mind at ease, knowing I ain’t gonna be harping on ya anymore,” He responded, standing from his spot. Hanzo watched him as he fixed his hat and then his jacket, shaking a bit in an attempt to warm himself. “You’ve been making progress, Hanzo. I’m sorry I went and just about ruined it all for ya,” He apologized one more time, patting Hanzo on his shoulder before he began to walk back to rejoin the others. “Just hope to make things right.” And like that, Hanzo was alone again, to his thoughts and the others words. He’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t accept the apology. But he decided to keep that to himself. He closed his bottle and gathered himself, before leaving the perch.

For the first time since he’s gotten there, he joined the others in the Rec room for the night, sitting with Genji and some others, entering half way through a movie that they’d all decided to watch. It was warm again, those negative clouds in his head starting to part again. Maybe redemption wasn’t far off after all.

#mchanzo #genji shimada #hanzo shimada #jesse mccree #overwatch #fanfiction #a shorter chapter #they can't all be 5000 words #but I like this chapter #get into the thick of it #I now have a few scenes I wanna draw #we'll see #more action in the near future!#and some more headcanons #my writing #A Second Chance For More

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The Reaper of the Opera Chapter 2: Think of Me

I am glad to bring this idea into fruition. I’ve been sitting on it for quite awhile, but the real inspiration came from @stormcallart and their Phantom!Gabriel artwork (seriously, check it out). Sorry it seemed like a bit of world building in the first chapter, I want it to have the same fundamentals as the stageplay alongside some added perks.

First Next

“How is she, doctor?” Ana the physician who stepped out of Hana Song’s dressing room. The blonde hair woman adjusted her tied up hair. Her blue eyes looking to Ana at her question. Watching the womans’ face look discouraged at the situation.

“Her leg is sprained; she won’t be able to properly move for a week. She demands that I fix it, but I’m no miracle worker,” The doctor looked at the group before her consisting of Ana, Reinhardt, and Torbjorn, “I am afraid she won’t be able to sing at tonights’ performance.”

“I see…thank you for coming on such short notice, Angela.” Ana thanked. A gentle hand rested on her shoulder from the doctor before Angela made her leave.

“Just what we needed,” Torbjorn grunted at the news, “The first day on the job, and our star is hurt.”

“It’s a curse I tell you!” Reinhardt claims rather dramatically, “It must’ve been the doing of this Reaper!”

“Reinhardt you are falling for complete superstition,” Turning to the lager man, he points his finger directly at his face, “Just another fairy tale to scare you out of your pants. Probably an old rope that gave out.”

“I wouldn’t blame you for thinking that.” A drawled voice came between the group, drawing their attention to a scruffy beard man, sauntering over with a rope in hand and his other holding the cigar between his lips. A white button down shirt and rolled up sleeves presented his built muscles. An evident tattoo shown on one of his forearms that held the rope.

“Ah Jesse, there you are,” Ana hummed turning to the men, “Gentlemen, this is Jesse McCree. He’s our stage handler. Did you figure out what happened?”

“Only theories so far. I know when something isn’t feeling right around here. Take a gander,” he presents the rope to the group, pointing at the very end of it. The ends falling apart by the delicate touch, “this here is what was holding that bag up in the scaffolding. Now I check the ropes every now and again to make sure they are safe. But lemme tell you, this here rope wasn’t out for wear: it was shot clean off. If you ask me it is downright sabotage.”

Ana took hold of the rope to inspect it further, Reinhardt taking a seat to process it before Torbjorn speaks up again.

“Sabotage or not, we have a show tonight and there is no main star. The best thing we can do is postpone the performance.” The others turn to the shorter mans’ suggestion in shock.

“But Torbjorn! The show must go on! We are completely booked we cannot turn the audience down!” Reinhardt reminds running his hand over his white hair.

“Then what do you suggest we do? Do a performance without the biggest star? We will be the laughing-stock of the entire country!”

The group fell into silence for a moment. Knowing their choices were limited and their time was short. Knowing what needed to be done, Ana returned the rope over to Jesse.

“Well if you suggest we postpone the show, then you might as well make the announcement.” Ana reluctantly admitted, taking her cane to walk back towards the stage where the others sat in waiting.

The two men took a long look to one another before they concluded what needed to be done. Heading towards the stage as the dancers sat in their groups. Musicians rested in their own place alongside other stage handlers. Awaiting the news as Torbjorn cleared his throat to finally speak.

“We have just been informed that Hana Song is in no condition to perform. Unless we can find another solution, we will have to cancel tonights’ show.”

Chatter began to grow within the group. Some in shock of the sudden incident, others relieved that Hana received some form of karma for her attitude. The dancers themselves huddled in close.

“The show is cancelled? Now Madame Amari will put us through even harder rehearsals.” Lena, the perky pixie hair brunette huffed. Stretching her arms from exhaustion awaiting the inevitable.

“What did you expect? When things do not go well, she trains us harder. Fareeha would know first-hand since she’s her daughter.” Amelie, the long dark ponytail haired woman pointed out coldly. The dark-skinned woman turned over with a rather stern look. A similar tattoo to her mothers rested on the opposite eye.

“Her being my mother doesn’t have anything to do with this,” Looking towards the group, seeing that they weren’t so eager to leave with no show, “I just don��t see how they won’t get somebody to just replace Hana.”

“Hey wait a minute, [Name],” Lena turned over to you, who had been silently sitting across from the women, “You should volunteer to perform!”

“Huh?? Me??” You perked up, feeling rather sheepish of the suggestion, “Gee Lena I don’t know…”

“Excuse me! Mr. Managers!” Before you could protest, she stood right up. The group turning to the rather perky dancer.

“Yes Miss…erm…” Reinhardt began to trail off until Ana whispered to him. Perking up when he heard what she told him, “Miss Lena Oxton?”

“Oh, no need for the formalities, Lena is fine. But may I ask: if we were to get someone to replace the lead role, would the show go on?” You suddenly didn’t like where this was going. Watching as the two men ponder the idea.

“I don’t see why not. Every performer must have an understudy. Do you know of anyone that would fit?” Torbjorn questioned with a glare. Oh no, you thought, only to suddenly feel Lena lift you up from your position.

“I volunteer [Name]!” A few hushed whispers and giggles could be heard, leaving you rather embarrassed. Even Ana was very intrigued by the choice.

“Miss [Name], are you capable of taking over the lead role?” Reinhardt questioned you directly. Feeling rather nervous, stumbling as Lena pulled you closer to the center stage.

“Oh yes! She’s told me she memorized the entire role. I have even heard her sing. She is wonderful,” Turning to face you, she takes your hands with a beaming smile, “Go ahead [Name], show them.”

Giving you no choice but to follow through, you gave your friend a nod of agreement to give it a try. Squeezing her hands in return, you meekly took the stage. Your mind going numb as Ana instructs Lucio to head over to the piano to play a piece. Everyone waiting in anticipation as the music began to come in. Your voice coming in soft and quiet, obviously shy from the sudden push into the spotlight. Awkward and shaky as the looking faces began to judge you in silence. Torbjorn and Reinhardt waiting as the shorter man turned to Ana.

“Tell me bout this [Name].” He asked as you continued to fall short on your words a bit. Ana turned to him, resting her hands on her cane.

“She is [Name & Last Name].” She informed him, grabbing the attention of Reinhardt.

“[Last Name]? As in, the famous violinist [Last Name]???” Speaking out of shock, only to be hushed by his excitement.

“Indeed, that was her father. Unfortunately, he died many years ago leaving her in the hands of the Opera House. I am afraid this is her only home, but she had never stood out aside from her dancing.”

In the middle of their conversation, you began to feel that you should stop singing and run away. Embarrassed at the humiliation and wanting to crawl away in the smallest cabinet. Suddenly, you began to hear something of a whisper. A familiar voice in your thoughts that cradled your fear. Someone tell you to sing, to let your voice be heard.

“Sing my dear, sing for me.”

The heat of confidence building inside you at the build of the chorus. Your voice now clear and vibrant for everyone to hear. Leaving everyone in awe at your vocal strength beginning to blossom before their very ears. When you hit the final notes of the song, it was as if you were taken to the very performance. Upfront and extravagant to the audience. Ending the song in silence, the room was filled with a feeling you hadn’t felt before. Returning to your shy form, you were greeted with various claps and cheers from your ensemble. A proud Lena embracing you with excitement, leaving you stunned as even Reinhardt was brought to tears.

“M-My God…that was wonderful!” He cheered with absolute pride. Leaving you flustered as the group surrounded you with praises. Ana left with a rather impressed smile, leaning down to Torbjorn.

“Well, it is as your companion said, the show must go on.” She hummed, watching Torbjorn shake away the awe in his look before approaching you.

“Aye, that’ll do Miss [Name], you’ve got the part. Everyone! Back into rehearsals, and someone get her fitted for her costumes. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”

“You heard the man, on with the show!” Reinhardt shouted with delight, setting everyone off in a hurry.

Evening

An older, rather uninterested man looked before the Overwatch Opera House and its audience heading indoors. Dressed in a black and blue suit, faded scales seen within the waist coat. A clean-shaven goatee on his face with his hair perfectly tied in a scale printed tie. The wind letting his hair tie flow in the wind before he is approached by another. His face displeased by who lingered by his side.

“Must you keep fussing over that hideous tie?” The man spoke rather distastefully at his companion.

Turning to a green haired companion who wore a suit of his own. Only for his to be a mix of black and green than the black and blue. Rolled up sleeves to show his flesh was mostly made of metal and scars, especially around the face. A sight that he was still not accustomed to. The others face scrunched as he focused on fixing his tie.

“Forgive me if my attire doesn’t please you, brother,” The man sighed, finally setting it straight with a satisfied smirk, “May I remind you that I agreed to join you as a way to mend our past together? No matter what you have chosen whether it be a circus or an opera house.”

The stoic man huffed before looking back towards the theatre. “As you may remember, father would always take us to the Opera house. However, I recall you passing out before the curtains even lifted Genji.”

“I am glad you still have such fond memories of me Hanzo,” He chimed with a cheeky grin, “So I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me if that occurs tonight.”

“Don’t you dare, you were lucky I managed to obtain these tickets when I did.” he scolded as they entered inside.

The main area filled with nobles and rich folk alike, taking in their drinks and smokes before entering the theatre. Laughter filled as strings of music could be heard throughout. Humans and omnics alike taking their places and chattering to one another

“Hana Song is the youngest and most beloved performers in the company. I have longed to hear her song the moment we had returned to this country. I do not wish to have this performance interrupted by your snoring.”

“I’ll keep it to a minimum for you dear brother,” Genji hums, pulling out the tickets when they approach the ticket taker, “What seats do we have? Box 5?”

“Indeed, a rather short notice place, but a proper seat no less.” Hanzo explained, making their way towards their assigned seating.

Presented with a rather unused box to take their seats. An overlook of not only the stage, but the entire crowd that was below. The seats filling rather quickly as patrons stepped in one by one. Being sold out was an understatement while they took in their places. Hanzo taking his place rather formally while Genji took a more relaxed position. Receiving a rather unimpressed sneer by Hanzo, letting him look over the crowd.

Taking notice of an opposite end box filled with two older men, drinking to their delight alongside a blonde-haired woman and a young brunette. Laughing proudly as the older brother hoped they were silent with the performance. The glistening chandelier light beginning to fade to silence the audience. A spotlight appeared before a dark-skinned man with a formerly trimmed beard and a clean cut curly haired head.

“Madames and Monsieurs, welcome to tonights’ performance at the Overwatch Opera Company. Before we begin I must first make an announcement,” The man spoke with his hands clasped together, “The leading role of tonight’s performance, originally played by Hana Song, will now be replaced by [Name & Last Name] who will be making her debut as a leading role. In the meantime, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.”

“What??” Both Hanzo and Genji spoke in quiet unison. Hanzo rather displeased as he sat upright.

The one time he gets his chance to hear the Hana Song, only for an understudy to take her place. Rather displeased by the announcement, he looked over to see his brother also taking the news in. But not of bitterness, but with an unusual surprise. Before he could question it, the curtains rose, and the performance began.

Everything in the show was spectacular, to every dance number, to every note that was sung. Even if [Name] was an understudy, her natural tones brought an entirely fresh and new take to the performance. Her presence was like a delicate flower without a doubt. Fluently moving as her voice sung of elegance.

The audience was left in tears at her solos. Even impressing the doubtful Hanzo. The older brother couldn’t help but notice every time [Name] would take the stage, Genji was entranced by her. It was better than having him sleep through the entire thing, he thought. When the ensemble came for the curtain call, everyone was up on their feet, cheering and whistling with amazement at the show. When the curtains had fallen, the two had risen from their seats, stretching from being seated for so long.

“I am not sure what to be impressed by more: the performance itself or the fact that you managed to stay awake the entire time,” Hanzo told Genji, suddenly seeing him in a hurry, “There is no need to rush Genji our reservations will still be available.”

“I will be right back, brother.” He spoke rather quickly, causing the older one to halt him in his tracks.

“Where are you going?” Genji looked over to his brother, seeing the question in his eyes only to pat him on the shoulder.

“I will meet you outside the doors, I must pay someone a visit.” Before Hanzo could ask who he was seeing, he was gone. Leaving the man to stand there in disbelief.

“I will never understand your actions, Genji.” He muttered, grabbing his coat to leave.

To be continued

#Overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch imagines #overwatch scenarios #ana amari #hana song #reinhardt wilhelm #torbjorn lindholm #angela ziegler #jesse mccree #tracer #pharah #Widowmaker #lucio correia dos santos #Baptiste #hanzo shimada #genji shimada #only a Shimada can control these tags #overwatch au

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meggannn · 6 years

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"who do you main on ovw?” ygo dm edition

only posting this cause @steinbecks asked, but i wont pretend i wouldnt be thinking about it in my own time anyway

first things first, these are japanese teenage boys w masculinities to uphold, they ALL have a secret underhand desire to be dps esports stars, w the exception of yuugi. also as duelists, you kind of have to be good at micromanaging various resources; that means these guys would probably all be good at heroes like Torb, Sym, Sombra, and now maybe Brigitte too. That being said,

yuugi:

Is flexible with what the team needs, but he does best at heroes with unique skillsets that can maintain their own but often provide support/do best with their team coordinating together, e.g. sombra, tracer, soldier, zarya, etc.

he would probably start out playing orisa, zarya, rein, mercy, bc they’ve got barriers/bubbles/heals and everyone wants those things but no one wants to play them, but he eventually he feels more confident saying things like “this team really needs a pharah, i will be that pharah”

honestly if yuugi put his mind to it he could probably become competent at most heroes, with the exception of snipers; they’re just not his thing. also he’s not big on heroes that have neither limited mobility or a strong form of self-defense if you corner them alone

all that being said, probably his ‘favorite’ mains to play are tracer (small, happy, low health player who is always underestimated by opponents), lucio (charismatic guy who just likes helping out his team!), and pharah (she reminds him of a friend, obviously, but also is reliable, strong, and is nearly always useful), though i think soldier is someone he has a soft spot for cause he’s reliable like the dark magician

kaiba:

likes the idea of being a sniper main more than actually being one

will never pick up hanzo again after learning his lore. also cannot stand playing genji (not his toolset) but is quietly rooting for him every time he sees him on his side of the field. never bothered by genji spamming “heal me,” instead he’s always thinking “when’s that fcking mercy gonna heal him already”

the most immediate choice for kaiba for me is pharah, though i think his other dps of choice might be doomfist with the rare mccree. He finds soldier boring, reaper cliche, sombra is useful but doesn’t ever get to be the star of the show, tracer is squishy and has the same problem as sombra.

kaiba? play defense? as fucking if. he enjoys playing widow but usually gets too impatient to stay on her for a full match

a decent zarya. would be good at dva if he tried, but he has less than an hour time total playing any tank, so good luck getting him to do it

the one and only healer he will ever play is zenyatta, and bet your ass it is Attack Zenyatta

overall favorites to play: pharah (you think he wouldn’t get the qinglong skin, literally AZURE DRAGON) and zen ("i was never a healer” *cocks gun*)

he also buys sym’s dragon skin but never plays her

joey:

can’t aim for shit. which makes things ironic bc he’s definitely a wannabe genji main, probably. also likes soldier, tracer, and surprises himself when he finds out he can play most tanks pretty well, particularly hog and winston

none of the defense heroes really suit him except maybe junkrat, bc deep down everyone loves blowing people up just a little bit, but he’s not main material and junk’s overall vibe was funny at first but now it just unnerves him

he played lucio the few times he did try out healing, until moira got released, and now she’s the only support he’ll ever play again

overall favorites to play: genji, moira, winston

duke:

duke is your worst nightmare when he does play his mains. he’s got more time than most of the others to play vg in general, so he tends to be the bigger ovw nerd/player of their group. has at least two smurfs, has never ranked below platinum, and definitely has dreams of going pro

he’s a mean fucking sniper though he’s best at ana and hanzo, but when hanzo starts being made fun of in the community he doesn’t want to lose his cool cred so he switches him for widow, who he’s not as good at but still surprises his team when he gets multikills without infra sight (”can we not have a widow?” *DUNGEONDICEINC gets four headshots in a row* “nevermind”)

you do not want to go up against him playing a tank either. he’s just an asshole. particularly with dva and road, but he can get real annoying as winston and zarya too.

he’s also the kind of guy to pick mei and junk just to be an asshole but switch when it stops being funny

his DPS of choice is probably mccree

overall favorites to play: ana (always sleeps an enemy ultimate at the right time), dva (he complains about every change w her but relentlessly abuses the micro missles), mei (he disappears for most of the game but is usually across the map making headshots on the opponent’s healers, then he shows up right when everyone’s on the point to either wall or blizzard and save the game)

mokuba:

mokuba is a troll. the guy who spams emotes all the time and always says ‘hi’ every time he kills someone

prioritizing mobile characters who excel at either bumping characters off the map or freezing/sleeping people just at the right moment

also likes playing sombra, who doesn’t fit his MO but he just digs her anyway

overall favorites to play: lucio (boops), mei (freeze), dva (”IS THIS EASY MODE?”), occasionally orisa (how does he always know when and where to use the gravity bullet? wejustdontknow.jpg)

#ygo stuff

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bellsybuilds · 7 years

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[Overwatch] Hold your tongue 3/? (T, Akande/Lucio, 3.6k)

Hold your tongue, Chapter 3/? (Can also be read on AO3)

Doomfist | Akande Ogundimu / Lúcio Correia dos Santos (M)

Chapters 1 / 2 / 3 | Ceasefire Masterlist

To move forward, you must first look back.

-3 months ago-

“You know what this is?”

Hana squints at the tiny, circular container Lúcio holds up to her eye. Fitting small and neat in her palm, she pokes at the smooth, clear glass. Her voice is bright with conspiracy and triumph. “Omnic DNA.”

Lúcio arches an eyebrow. “Wha? Uh… maybe. I don’t… hmm… well.” He studies it closely, rubbing his chin in thought. He doesn’t think it’s based on omnic designs, but his homegrown knowledge of electrical engineering is passable, at best. He shakes the device in its case. “It’s a homing beacon. Tracker. I didn’t notice it ‘til we got back to base, and Athena’s alarms went off.”

Hana’s eyebrows rise in surprise. “It’s not one of yours?” At Lúcio’s shake of his head, she leans in for a closer look, mouth pensive. “Where did you get it?”

“You remember that friend we met today?”

Hana blinks at him. “Mister Mask? Or Mister Fist?”

Lúcio gives her a significant look, mouth tugging into a small smirk.

His new friend stares at him blankly. “I don’t know what that means.”

Lúcio flexes his arm, hand balling into a fist. Hana giggles at his exaggerated smirk, hiding her mouth behind her hand. It’s a good likeness. “I think someone just left me an invitation,” Lúcio explains, without explaining much of anything. Especially how the prospect makes his blood thrum at the challenge.

When Doomfist and Reaper made their stunt-worthy exit from Unity Plaza that afternoon, Lúcio thought that could be the last he would see of them, unless 76 decided to extend an olive branch while the DJ was still in town. That was unlikely, from what Lúcio gauged of the stern, proud soldier.

Lúcio wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Girl, we talked about this when I last saw you in London – Vishkar, the amplifier.” Lúcio had waved over his shoulder when the call came in, as though to gesture at all the things he’d resigned to leave with Rio when he went on tour. “That’s all done. I’m helping people another way now.”

Lena steamrolled on with her encouraging, sunny smile. Shrugging, like she was asking him to ‘pop down to the shops for some milk, luv’. “You’d be in our backlines as support,” she had said, “If anyone catches this on video, you’d be well out of range.”

Out of range? “You expecting a fight? I thought you said this was just an escort. And why can’t you hire private security for this?”

She hummed in consideration. “No, it’s sensitive, we are the security. And I meant… more if you were worried about a media storm. You have some big names backing you. But fire fights, too, right!”

Okay, he hadn’t specifically mentioned guns, but it was good to know where Lena’s head was at.

Lúcio snorted under his breath and smiled, calm and confident. “I’m not worried about any media. After Rio, people know what I stand for.”

Lena’s shifty look was slightly bashful while she bit her lip. Was she embarrassed? “Well… perception is reality, is what they say. And we’re still sort of… persona non grata. People infer a lot by the company you keep.”

“Hey. Hey. I could never be ashamed of being seen with you. Ace pilot. Fighter for the people. Doesn’t even cheat on races. I don’t shun my friends like that.”

Lena had brightened, leaning into the camera with an excited smile. “So, you’ll come? Just this once, I promise. We could really use your help, if it doesn’t disrupt your schedule. And you can wear a disguise… all mysterious-like if it’s easier. Talk to your agent.”

“Oh I will definitely not be telling them about this.”

But three months later, Lúcio was still riding with Overwatch and his agent was still wondering why Lucio had such a large allotment of free time that was originally slated for charity work and promotions. Volunteering is how he thought of it, as Lena had apologised they couldn’t pay him for his time. Lúcio wasn’t in need of the money, and he thought of all their strange security details as work to help a friend short-handed.

His agent would have had his head if they knew how he was ‘wasting’ his time.

And sometimes, Lúcio did wonder what was really going on – why specialists and scientists as overqualified as former Overwatch personnel were protecting a film director from fears of anti-omnic violence through a Hollywood set. But it was no grief to volunteer his time and abilities to heal their minor hurts and speed up their ventures (“I knew you brought that thing with you!” Lena had crowed when Lúcio had turned up with his sonic amplifier slung over his shoulder). He genuinely enjoyed their company: Jesse had a dry, wicked sense of humour; Lena always made him smile; Winston was patient and pleased that someone was interested in his inventions; and when Hana showed up, Lúcio was starstruck. It was also the first real sign that he wasn’t the only favour Overwatch was calling in: they were recruiting fresh blood.

He’d tried playing ignorant before, and it hadn’t ended well for Rio.

Then Soldier 76 turned up with Ana at his side. Old soldiers. Lúcio could see it in the way they carried themselves, their direct and confronting manner, accustomed to authority and sharp, considered answers. A heavy, weary quiet preceded each room they entered like an augur of grief. The hysterical reaction to their appearance had been enough to humble Lúcio into a quiet corner to observe, until those two elders had turned to Overwatch’s newest recruits and asked, “And who is this?”

They had returned to lay Numbani on the table and ask for help: a supposed ceasefire to a war Lúcio didn’t even realise was raging. A chill ran down his spine when he heard the name ‘Doomfist’, and he had said ‘yes’.

It was fair time he learned what was really going on.

And of all Overwatch’s roster, Lúcio didn’t expect to be the one receiving a personal follow-up invitation. Or was it a challenge?

Hana takes the tiny container again and holds it up to the light, frowning. "So, you gonna call them?”

Lúcio shrugs, tracking the arcing glints of light off the clear glass as Hana turns it over under the pale bulbs of their hideaway. “Might drop in.”

“You can do that?”

“Who’s gonna stop me?”

It’s Hana’s turn to look skeptical, amusingly so. She thrusts both arms out to enframe the command room of agents before them, new and unfamiliar, and none the wiser for their scheming. Hana and Lúcio are both new to this strange organisation. It’s easy to bond over their youth and mutual celebrity when it’s earned them skepticism from these seasoned soldiers, scientists and… whatever McCree is.

Overwatch has co-opted this stationery re-supply store as their command centre in Numbani’s office precinct. For children who grew up hearing the legend of Overwatch and its agents, it’s sobering when they meet the shadows of its remains within abandoned buildings, reclaimed bases and crowded hotel rooms. The whole experience has been insightful: for all their humour and abilities, these people scramble to organise, and argue like every other group Lúcio has ever worked with. They’re just ordinary people.

They have more resources than Lúcio ever did when he and his crew led Rio against Vishkar, but his crew was tight. They were truly unified in common purpose.

Lena and her friends feel like they’re working from contract to contract – scattered, directionless, and united on hope for a mission nobody will speak aloud. Unstable grounds for trust or unity.

He swipes the container back from Hana, flipping it like a coin. “They’d just slow me down.”

Anyway, Lúcio is finding it hard to keep a low profile with his face plastered on banners through the whole city. At least he’d have an explanation for being seen in the streets. He reminds himself he’s only here as a favour to Lena, with his next concert not for another two days.

Hana leans in, crowding close against his shoulder. Sharing a desk in the back corner of the largely empty space, they are only half-listening with everyone else to Winston’s explanation of the storeroom of peanut butter unearthed that morning.

“Want back up?” Hana offers quietly, hopeful, angling for a cure to her boredom, but Lúcio smiles, shaking his head.

“I got this.”

///

Once he’s back in his hotel room, it’s a simple process to contact the world’s most accomplished hacker: a scrambled email to one of three watched inboxes, and then sitting back to wait. The only challenge is in earning their acknowledgement.

The video call comes less than ten minutes after Lúcio hits ‘send’.

Sombra’s face lights the heads-up display of Lúcio’s phone with her mischievous smile. Lúcio counts himself extremely lucky he gets a response each time he has reached out, that he is one of the few people in the world who knows the face behind the name. He has used her trust sparingly.

Sombra’s sing-song greeting makes him smile. “Ay, Lucito-oo-oo! La lucecita de mi noche!”

“Hola, Sombrita.” Lúcio winks, bringing up the high resolution scan and analysis of the tracker he had found tacked to his boot.

“Vishkar? Atlas? Who are we stealing from to–” Sombra’s gaze turns to the incoming image on her side. “Ooh.”

Lúcio watches her face carefully. “You lose something?”

Expression morphing to one of cooing appreciation, Sombra’s mouth purses in pleasure. “Mm, the detail on this: ‘exquisite’ as my friend would say.”

She laughs like it’s a shared private joke. Lúcio can’t help returning the smile, shaking his head. Sombra could never refrain from praising her own work, and he enjoys that about her. She is accomplished and deservedly proud of it.

On again, off again acquaintances, Lúcio hopes today that Sombra is on his side.

“A big guy from a bad place stuck this on me earlier today. What do you know about that?”

Sombra’s mouth pulls in a shrug, head tilted in consideration. “He’s not that bad.”

He frowns. Not that bad? Doomfist? The Scourge’s successor? “What makes you say that?”

“He pays me.”

Lúcio blinks, mouth falling open. Sombra… and Doomfist? His brain feels like it has split down the middle. He leans in to his monitor. “You’re working with Talon? ¿Lula, en qué pensabas? ¿No sabes quién es? ¿Sabes las cosas que hizo?”

That went against everything she was supposed to stand for! She was supposed to be independent like him! Sombra was supposed to fight for the people, not… work with the people who would destroy them!

Sombra’s playful smile sharpens like the glint of a blade, a reminder that him she will cut him loose and scour all evidence of their bond without a second thought. He clenches his jaw under the intensity of her warning gaze that bores into him through the display.

“Name me 'squid’ again, Lucero,” she dares, cool and tempered. “You called me. You want answers, you mind your mouth.”

He rankles at the butcher of his name, biting down on the aggravation lest Sombra feed on his reaction.

She points off-screen presumably where Lúcio’s tracker displays on her side. “His name is ‘Doomfist’, you already know. He ordered a set of these; a lot of interesting people passing through Numbani these days.” She straightened in her chair, turning idly on its axle to provide her full attention. “I heard your talks were interrupted.”

“Yeah.” Lúcio deflates with a scowl, still stung with disappointment. He thought there were good odds Sombra would have intel on his mark, but not that she would be working with him, consciously and voluntarily.

“Well, if you’re interested, I think it’s worth hearing what he had to say. If I turn it back on, that tracker works both ways, you know.”

He didn’t even have to ask. Sombra may be one of the greatest founts of knowledge on the planet, but Lúcio wonders if she realises her own weaknesses? She could never resist a chance to close the social gap, bring the mighty low. If she was not stepping to protect Doomfist, then the man had not earned her complete loyalty yet.

Lúcio tries not to smile, cringing instead and affecting self-doubt.

“You mean– me? Talk to… him?”

Sombra shrugs. “Why not you?”

He can’t help showing her offer for what it was. “Sounds like a trap.”

“If you’re part of Overwatch, maybe. Or you could use your independent status to do something useful.” She raises her hand and, in a few blips of lavender, the heads up display blinks. A new window pops up with a street map of Numbani. In the heart of the residential district across the city, a red icon blinks, strong and steady.

Using his independent status.

“Like you?”

Sombra shakes her head, dismissing it immediately. “I don’t make house calls.”

Lúcio studies the red blink of the icon, considering his options.

“Is he alone?” he finally asks.

“He is.” Sombra leans in, the glint in her eye turning coy. “Don’t overstay your welcome.”

Lúcio smiles at the overt suggestion in her tone. “Still looking out for me? Watch your own back, Hermanita.”

She clicks her tongue, giving him a sharp wink. “Still older than you.”

The call disconnects.

///

-Present day-

Lúcio’s arrival is heralded by the strange sound of his skates, an electro-mechanical whir that always made Akande wonder how the DJ could achieve stealth if he even tried.

Today, stealth is not the priority.

“Coming in over the wing, open the doors.”

Lúcio maneuvers through the narrow gap of the rear cargo bay doors without breaking his stride, swinging down from the roof and and inside through one fluid motion. Akande’s palm slams the controls, and the door begins to seal behind him.

Before the door is entirely shut, Lúcio is already descending the ship’s stair, not sparing Akande a second glance. It stings, but there are greater concerns on Akande’s mind, too.

“Where is she?” Lúcio demands, catching sight of Sombra’s prone form in the same breath. He bolts across the short bay and drops to his knees, swinging the pack off his back. “Ay, Sombra! ¿Soy yo, Lúcio, puedes escucharme?” The caricature of Muiraquitã on his pack immediately begins to soothe with a familiar healing song as the audio medic digs in his bag for supplies, and glances back to Akande hovering uncertainly by the stairs. “Get over here, I need your help.”

“What should I do?” Akande kneels beside him, reaching again to apply pressure on Sombra’s wound.

Sweat beads on Lúcio’s hairline, he must have pushed hard to get here so quickly. His eyes are intent on Sombra’s wound while he lifts Akande’s hand to take in the damage. “Shut up and follow my lead.”

Sombra does not respond to the motion of Akande nor Lúcio crowding around her, to the pressure of Lúcio pressing Akande’s hands back with fresh bandages, or the jerk of her body when Lúcio cuts her jacket open to check for further wounds.

“¿Sombrita?” Lúcio calls sharply, firmly patting her cheek when she still doesn’t stir. Sombra’s head lolls to the side and Lúcio curses, pulling from his bag what Akande recognises as a scanner and one of the battery packs for his sonic amplifier. It sloshes with a rich gold liquid. “Okay, wound’s clear but her color is bad,” Lúcio says, drawing Akande’s attention back to his stern expression searching Sombra’s face, so keenly focused in his work. “We’re going to close this up, and then I need your help administering a transfusion; she needs blood.”

Akande nods without hesitation. “I am a universal donor.”

“I know,” Lúcio mutters, attention focused on calibrating another tool Akande does not recognise, something that looks like a thick, elaborate pen ending in a round, tapered point. Plugging its cabled extension into his battery pack of golden liquid, it lights up with an ethereal humm. Lúcio pulls Akande’s hand away and holds the edges of Sombra’s wound apart. Golden mist threads from the hand-held device into the red cavity of her flesh, and Akande watches the wound knit back together before his eyes.

He has seen many miracles in his lifetime: from his own augmentations to the jewel of Numbani rising against the African sun, but witnessing the technology of the world-renowned Doctor Ziegler never ceases to inspire awe in him. It has a finesse that his own scientists haven’t yet achieved. Those patents, those raw tools… are worth a lot of money.

The battery back is barely tapped when the pen eclipses with a soft, high note, signaling its work complete, and Lúcio turns up the volume on the song from his pack, diving back inside. Akande offers his arm, holding the bag open with his free hand as Lúcio searches, pulling out the administration set and a pack of alcohol swabs.

“When this is done, you’re gonna explain what the hell happened here,” Lúcio growls, powering up the equipment and watching its readings before reaching for Sombra’s bared inner arm. The administration set includes a scanner that reveals the line of her veins in glowing blue tracks beneath the skin. Sombra doesn’t react when the needle sinks in and Lúcio reaches for Akande’s arm next. “I need you to stand as I give her fluids. Let gravity do its work, yeah?”

Lúcio’s assertive beside manner is reassuring and directs his focus. Akande obeys without a second thought, without even questioning if kneeling from his angle with his height provides enough downward flow or if maybe Lúcio just wants Akande to step back and give him some space.

“Hold this.”

Akande dutifully takes the clear bag of fluids and watches the intravenous line sink into his agent’s other arm. It occurs to him this is the first time he’s seen Lúcio perform his role of an audio medic. Lúcio is focused, methodical and gratefully calm under pressure.

That he was on the verge of tears not half an hour ago, feels like some other world’s reality.

“You’re good at this,” Akande murmurs.

“Had a lot of practice because of people like you,” Lúcio says, taping down the IV line to keep it steady and from falling out. Again, he doesn’t bother glancing Akande’s way.

“Don’t pity Sombra. She’s capable and proud of who she is.”

Finally Lúcio looks at him. His glare is venomous and tempers the warmth spreading in Akande’s chest. “She’s bleeding out on your floor, is what she is, Akande.”

Why is it that it only feels like Lúcio says his name when he’s unhappy? Akande scowls and nods back to Sombra. He needs to redirect their focus.

“How do you know her?”

“We have similar interests.” Lúcio snorts a laugh under his breath, studying the readings from another scanner he runs the length of Sombra’s body. “Or, I thought we did. Then she started working with you.”

Akande refrains from pointing out Lúcio’s own hypocrisy. Working together. Sleeping together. Which was worse?

“Thank you for coming,” Akande says.

Lúcio’s retort is instant. “I didn’t do it for you.”

Akande bites the inside of his cheek, stifling a sigh. What else can he do? “Will she be all right?”

Lúcio shrugs with a shake of his head, setting the scanner down by Sombra’s side, now monitoring her vital signs. It beeps with the slow rhythm of her heart rate. “Now we wait.” From his kneeling position, he cranes his neck to meet Akande’s eye far, far above him. “Good thing you’re so big. She might need a large transfusion.”

“Take what you need.”

“Count on it.” Lúcio’s jaw clenches, eyes returning to his patient while he cushions her head with his folded up jacket. And Akande believes in the moment that his former lover would gladly take the excuse to bleed him dry.

‘Former’… so soon, so soon. So bitter, Lúcio.

Clank.

Akande’s eyes leap to the ceiling of the airship. “What was that?” He lowers on his haunches, instinctively sinking into a battle ready stance.

It sounded like something hit them. Or landed.

Lúcio is already climbing to his feet, watching Sombra as though she will flatline without his attention for a bare moment. His eyes raise to Akande as he backs up towards the main ramp and his bloodied hands lift in appeal. “It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay, don’t move.”

Akande’s hackles raise at the sense of imminent threat prickling the hairs on his neck. A low growl escapes his throat at the attempt to mollify him, and the arm infusing Sombra with life-giving blood clenches to a fist, his other hand holding the clear bag of fluids against the needle firm in his arm. “What have you done?”

He watches Lúcio reach back and slap the control releasing the main ramp. The warm sea breeze rushes in, thick and humid.

“Not everything’s up to me, okay?”

He hears the easing whine of jetpacks before the figure drops from the sky like a comet of azure, wings arched, shoulders broad and proud. The surrounding pillars tremble with the force of their landing, one knee planted in the ground. They are gilded head to toe in thick armour that gleams, piercing in its polish under the early morning sun.

Akande scowls at the sharp, dark eyes that find him under the helm of their golden beak. He shifts minutely to place himself between this new threat and his fallen agent.

“Helix International,” he grinds his jaw, shaking his head. He would recognise that flight suit anywhere. “Lúcio. You do have friends in all places, don’t you?”

Lúcio does not reply and Akande does not look his way as the newcomer rises to their feet and climbs the ramp, slinging a short cannon in their arms.

“Akande Ogundimu,” the woman declares in that same tone Akande has heard from countless authorities who failed to pen him in over the years. But her scowl is fierce, her eyes hard as diamonds, and if Akande was not hooked up to a needle, he would relish the challenge of that cannon being leveled at his chest. “I am Captain Amari of Helix International Security. By the authority of the United Nations, you are under arrest for violating the terms of your sentence. You’re coming with me.”

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My eternal thanks to the Doomcio discord server for the following Spanish translations, specifically @millie-on-a-leaf and @cryptidbae: 1) Ay, Lucito-oo-oo! La lucecita de mi noche! / Ay, lil Lucio, the little light of my night! 2) ¿Lula, en qué pensabas? ¿No sabes quién es? ¿Sabes las cosas que hizo? / Squid, what are you thinking, you know who he is? You know what he’s done? ('Lula’ in Portuguese is 'squid’) 3) Hermanita / Sweet little sister (Lucio says this in a fond, patronising way, knowing full well Sombra is his elder) 4) ¿Sombra, soy yo, Lucio, puedes escucharme? / Sombra, it’s Lucio, can you hear me?

#i dedicate this to #rockscanfly #for reminding me that i need to post something this week #ty mutual writing buddy #i know this is not the valentine's thing y'all voted for #it's going to be a belated standalone thing #sombra is going to have so much revenge for being stuck with so much metal #ceasefire #doomcio #doomfist #akande ogundimu #lucio correia dos santos #overwatch #medical procedures #of dubious quality research #this is the second time fareeha comes blazing in with her cannon and business suit #to doomcio pharah says nah #not on my watch

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