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The strands of timelines whirled around you. Step by precarious step.
Loki straightened up in his chair, a small smile forming on his face. “You made it.”
“I will always come for you, my love.” You replied, reaching his side.
Loki gripped tight the strands, tilting his head to the side as he studied you. He scrunched his eyes shut and a double appeared beside you, a perfect duplicate of himself.
Tears welled in the original’s eyes as he studied you. “I cannot… let go…” He murmured, glancing at the many strands tangled around him. Bursts of green magic occasionally emanating from his hands.
The double looked at you and held out its hand. You took it and smiled, though continued to address the original Loki, the one sitting on his throne. “My love.” You murmured, squeezing the double’s hand before pushing past it and kneeling before Loki. You wrapped your arms around his legs and rested your chin on his lap. “Then here I will stay.”
A small smile quirked at the corner of Loki’s mouth and he nodded, the duplicate slowly vanishing.
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Lot’s of people talk about the Scoobies not digging up Buffy in Bargaining. I had a thought why that could be. Imagine Dawn and Spike questioning the Scoobies about Buffy having to dig herself up.
“Why didn’t you dig her up?” Dawn asked. “You didn’t have to open the coffin
“The way the ritual was set up, it said not to disturb the body and that the resurrected person would be strong enough to join the casters on their own. I think if the spell hadn’t been interrupted she’d have either been teleported up, or maybe her body would have animated and dug itself up and then she’d have fully resurrected on the surface.”
“Oh, you lot are even bigger morons than I thought. Buffy had to dig herself up, because you’re not smart enough to remember that Egyptians buried their dead in tombs, not under six foot of dirt!. It’s only the most famous thing about that whole bleeding country!”
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fic: “soldier, killer, bodyguard, wife“ [Shuri/Bucky]
Tinker, tailor, hunter, sailor;
Soldier, killer, bodyguard, wife.
Something about Bucky Barnes makes Shuri nervous.
"America makes me nervous," says the young Dora Milaje who's been assigned to be Shuri's companion. "The White Wolf is nothing compared to that!"
Perhaps it is that he doesn't look like a wolf in America. He somehow blends so seamlessly in among the people that even Shuri's regular bodyguards don't spot him most of the time. Shuri has known the White Wolf as a 'broken white boy' in need of her help. The man who quietly orders iced donuts before intercepting the white supremacists who decide that this is the perfect opportunity to throw down with the 'Wakandan bitches' is anything but broken.
He does it without throwing a single punch himself, or even getting detained by security.
He even manages to avoid the cameras!
Shuri watches the security feeds over Zoalen's shoulder while the other Dora Milaje mutter to themselves around the edges of the room. "Isn't that why Nakia wanted him to be my bodyguard in the first place?"
"Yes," Zoalen says frankly, "but it's one thing to know it and another to see it in action."
An hour later when the White Wolf slouches into the Embassy, Shuri is waiting for him.
"Here." She hands him the box of iced donuts that she got delivered to the embassy, and watches him blink in surprise.
#shuri x bucky#my fic#fic#ficbit#why no this isn't endgame compliant what made you think it ever would be?
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Self Defense
Location: The music room
Toa: As dorm prefect, I’m supposed to ask you what happened. Especially since it involved the stabbing of a crown prince. But, since it was Guy...
MC: Oh, come on. You know that Guy has been sexually harassing me since the day I got here.
Toa: So has Fenn.
MC: Fenn has not manipulated me with ancient magic despite being told several times not to, despite the fact that it’s against the rules, despite the fact that I already have a paramour who is not him, for god’s sake.
Toa: So you stabbed him? Where did you even get a knife, anyways?
MC: Uh...I summoned it in self defense?
Toa: Really?! This is the first time you’ve summoned a physical object into being!
He clasps her hands in joy.
Toa: As your magic tutor, I am very, very proud of you. As your paramour, I’m glad that you have a means to protect yourself. But, as prefect, I’m supposed to ask you to never do that again.
MC: (raises eyebrow) Supposed to?
#court of darkness#toa qelsum#ficbit#I would definitely pull this stunt at least once lol#I've had this idea for a month or two
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non-taxability (S & D Tier fic, 2/?)
continued from pt 1 here! I will be honest: this is just one more scene (or 1.5 depending how you wanna measure) and i feel a little funny putting it up here on its own but also i feel like it! so i’m going for it. ;)
The next evening Alex was off-planet, Morgan went to an overpriced ice cream place and used their wifi without buying anything.
The Internet didn't have any good advice for "platonic marriage vows" or "friend marriage vows" or "vows for marrying someone who's obsessed with you but you're not sure how long that's going to last so you're being careful with your feelings (and also your vital organs)."
"Songs about marrying your best friend" was immediately too sappy, and it brought up the spectre of that ringtone. How the fuck Chad had recognized it from two bars was beyond Morgan; why he'd sent them a link to it (and why Morgan had ever clicked it) doubly so.
The thing was, Morgan very genuinely didn't know if they could survive Alex ruining the friendship.
Their own feelings were... Well, Alex was too good-looking to be fully human, they were funny (often intentionally, but once in a while because they couldn't help it), and they were really good at what they did, which was worth a lot. Alex laughing and covered in blood... Morgan wasn’t immune, okay?
Alex had rescued Morgan and faked helpless so Morgan would rescue them, they'd turned up ready to kill on Morgan's say-so and pivoted to making them soup when they were miserable. They were often the first person Morgan saw when they woke up, and the last person they talked to before they fell asleep.
That was their friendship.
That was what that stupid fucking song said Alex wanted to ruin.
So when it came to Morgan's feelings...
Morgan felt like they would write their vows another day, actually.
They went home, which was to say, they went to bed two hours early.
As long as their bedroom was cold, they had vivid, memorable dreams. That night, they were back in their first ever car, an old Honda that Alex had never sat in the way they were sitting in it now.
"I'm up there, stay right," Alex said. They took an elegant sip of the coffee Morgan knew they'd bought at the start of the road trip, a flat white. "You should see me any minute."
Time stumbled and started, and then there was another Alex draped over the back seat, not bothering to click their seatbelt into place as Morgan pulled away from the kerb.
"Thanks, you're a peach," back seat Alex said.
"You don't like driving places," Morgan said. They could see the glint of their eyes in the rearview, against suburban streets they'd never driven on.
"But I like being with you," one or both of the Alexes said.
"Oh. I'm dreaming," Morgan said. They knew that already.
Every house they drove past looked like every other house, until front seat Alex snapped and they all became trees. Back seat Alex rolled down all the windows, and the car smelled green and blue.
The rest of the dream didn't survive the jumble of their return to consciousness.
Morgan ground their palms into their face. Their toes were sticking out from under the blankets.
They could still see Alex beside them, behind them in that old beater of a car.
Deep inhale. Burnt metal. Home.
"Well, that's the honeymoon sorted," they muttered to themself.
#s and d tier#s and d tier fic#ficbit#this bit kicked and screamed against being written but it makes me happy now!!#'what's the next bit sk?' mind your own business i'll figure something out
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Phoenix makes the great sacrifice of flipping himself over like a stranded fish, and is rewarded with the sight of Miles in a robe, pouring tea.
"Do you take milk or sugar?"
"Come the fuck back over here."
Miles blinks at him.
"You heard me."
Deliberately, Miles takes a sip of his tea, then puts the cup down. Phoenix opens his arms wide, realizing briefly that he stinks, not caring, and it works out fine because Miles moves straight into them, climbing on to the bed and dropping on Phoenix like a great big cat.
Phoenix hugs him. He hugs him as hard as he can. He squeezes so hard his muscles ache. He splays his fingers around Miles's sides.
Miles lets out a brief huff, then a small amused snort, and then he gives as good as he gets. Ooof: Miles is strong. Stronger than Phoenix had figured. Then again, Phoenix is realizing that Miles has a bit more muscle on him than Phoenix had imagined. He'd never really had time to appreciate that before, has never really had time for things to not be urgent and dramatic. He's never had time for tea and a robe and a hug that feels like it's massaging his soul.
"Hey," says Phoenix, smiling and kind of stupid. "Hey. Hey, there."
"Hello," says Miles, with a hint of a laugh in his voice. "Good morning."
"Yeah? You think so?"
"It's all right so far."
"That's good: don't get your hopes up."
"I would never." And Miles actually kisses him on the side of the head. Hard. Phoenix thinks he may have just emitted actual hearts.
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practicing fuller, more complete scenes
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my next fic probably isn't going to be the Yonderverse "Loki organizes Steve's and Bruce's dual stag party and it goes, uh, well, Things Happen" but it COULD be.
peak comedy: Steve, Bucky, Loki, Thor, Clint, Rocket, Sam, Rhodey, Scott, and Bruce getting into Trouble In Space while Steve and Bruce just want to go home and make out with their respective brides-to-be. (Tony was invited but opted out, saying he had had enough of space and someone had to hold down the fort on Earth.)
#this is where that clint ficbit with the pied raven would go#nat's and betty's hen do is either equal amounts of trouble or all the girls are just doing shots in a bar in norway like normal people#or possibly both#adventures in accountability#roleswap endgame au concept#I don't do pure comedy well so it's unlikely but it's one of several ruminating fic bunnies
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“Four, when’s the last time you ate something?”
“Uhhhhh-”
Quick, play dumb!
“What’s food?”
Not that dumb!
#joke doesn’t 100% work in English but it made me laugh anyway#linked universe#ficbits#skies writes#theoretically#this is not for whumptober#which should tell you all you need to know about how THAT’S going
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“Alex, why do you have a baby?” Dana asked, blinking in bewilderment and apparently only just noticing PARIAH.
“Bbbbhhhh.” PARIAH contributed, lazily waving a baby arm at her. Dana waved back more on reflex than anything else.
“We ate Greene and too much Redlight, and Blacklight came from PARIAH. And we ate it when we broke it out of the lab, and then it ate us- uh, it’s ours.” Alex hastily simplified at the increasingly incredulous face Dana was making. “Look, it has our eyes?” Void tried, hitching PARIAH up with a flex of biomass so their faces were next to each other. PARIAH obligingly cycled through faces into a squishy, child shaped copy of Alex’s. And sprouted tendrils again, wiggling them at Dana.
“I… see that.” Dana said, entirely at a loss for words.
#I was going to draw a nicer version of this but then I remembered I can’t draw children#so u get the quick doodle form#also the rest of this ficbit is probably never seeing the light of day so u get that for context too#alex mercer#dana mercer#prototype 2009#pariah prototype#uhhhh how do I tag the baby….#pariah greene#?????
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ficbit time!!!
BG3 brainrot incoming. What can I say, the sad arrogant wizard got to me. I will not apologize.
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“What in Mystra’s name were you thinking?”
He keeps his voice below a shout, barely, but Arden flinches as if he hadn’t. Still, their voice is level when they reply,
“What do you mean, ‘what was I thinking’? You were there, in my mind. You know. You saw.”
‘What I saw was a stubborn fool with more power than sense,’ Gale does not say. That would brand him the most egregious hypocrite on the Sword Coast, after all. Instead he exhales deliberately though his nose, searching for calm before he speaks again.
“Your mind is a maelstrom, Arden—” fuck, he can’t quite keep the awe from his voice “—and I’m no illithid master of the psionic arts. At least, not yet. So I ask again: what in the Hells were you thinking? Did nothing I said, no impression of the severity of the situation get through to you?”
“Of course it did!” They snap back, eyes flashing in a very literal sense. “The situation seemed very urgent, so I chose the most expedient solution available.”
“How does ‘pouring your entire life force and then some down a drain’ register to you as a solution at all? Let alone the most expedient!”
“This, coming from the man whose apparent life plan is to find the darkest corner of Faerun to detonate his mistake, rather than find a way to fix it. Your self-preservation record seems as black as mine, Gale of Waterdeep.”
Before Gale can sputter out a reply to that comment, they continue bitterly,
“There’s a hole in the Weave sitting in your chest, and I’m brim-full of the stuff that threads the loom.”
Lightning crackles between their fingers as if to illustrate.
“It’s just…so much. It stood to reason that enough of it could er—fill the hole, as it were.”
(There’s more to it than that; Gale’s no fool. The sorcerer’s hands have balled into fists, some deep-seated frustration robbing them of their usual eloquence. “Brim-full”. “So much”. If Gale had to guess—with that part of his mind not worried about the apocalypse in his chest—he’d conjecture that Arden suffers under a problem diametrically opposed to his own. He shelves the thought for later.)
Arden at least has the decency to look ashamed.
“Clearly, I’m outclassed—I’d never encountered Netherese magic before last night. I won’t— I won’t apologize for my actions, but I did not take you at your word and for that, I am sorry.”
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There's like, 2k in this doc so far and I'm not quite done with this piece. I'm thinking it'll be a series of oneshots(actually 2 series, companions) that vaguely follow my playthrough as Storm Sorcerer blast-first-questions-later Arden. We have a good time, and Arden's vowed to vaporize everyone who's ever hurt their friends, up to and including the gods themselves.
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Telekinetic: Loki x Reader - Ch 1
I'm back ish! had a story idea, uhh yea. Reader has telekinesis, no idea where this is going. Feel free to request things to be added. But here goes!
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Your hand shook. You held it out, eyes scrunched shut and trying to focus on the small block opposite you. It wasn’t terribly far, and it wasn’t terribly heavy, but as you tried to focus on your budding telekinetic powers, you felt your focus fading.
You grumbled, letting out a few choice curses, before dropping your hands to your sides. Reaching up you tugged at your hair and shook your head, you knew it was possible, but really?
More grumbling.
“I think that’s probably safe to call it for now.” Steve’s voice came over the speaker in the training room. Steve, Steve Rogers, Captain America, smiled down at you from his viewing position. From his second-floor platform, shielded with glass, he was able to survey the whole training room. Luckily for you, it was just you practicing.
Steve’s casual wear did little to hide the super soldier’s muscles, and his winning smile displayed his optimism. Optimism currently placed in you. His hand clapped your shoulder when he reached your side and he beamed down at you.
“You did great, kiddo.”
You arched your brow, and rolled your eyes at the nickname. Then, letting out a heavy sigh, you shook your head. “I really didn’t. I can’t even move that stupid block.”
“It’s twenty pounds.” Steve replied, squeezing your shoulder.
You wanted to brush him off, feeling angry and defeated.
“Your powers are like a muscle, you have to strengthen them just the same. I could barely lift such a weight when I was a kid.”
“Yea, thanks…” You muttered, trailing off.
“Thor gets back today.” Steve said, abruptly changing the subject. “You should go get cleaned up to meet him, I bet that’ll be something to boost your spirits. Yea?”
You scowled and grabbed your towel and water bottle. It didn’t take long to reach the main lounge area.
Flopping down onto the massive couch, you daubed at your forehead, wiping away any lingering sweat. Maybe you should grab a quick shower.
Halfway across the room, the television’s remote lay on an end table, catching your eye. You frowned.
Narrowing your eyes, you reached out with your hand, willing the object to move. Your vision began to swim. You rose to your feet, hand reaching out and staring intently at the remote.
Slowly it began to twitch, shifting slightly on the table. It rattled violently as it slowly tugged along, moving towards you.
You let out a cry of triumph, pumping your fist in the air and ducked as it suddenly launched across the room, sailing over your head.
Spinning around, you smiled. The smile quickly fell as you took in the sight of two men walking into the room. Well really one person. Your vision swam, seeing doubles as the person slowly came into focus, no longer two people.
The man, with long, wavy, black hair, had his hand raised, holding the remote in his hand, studying you curiously.
You blinked several times, trying to focus your vision and take in just who you were seeing.
“Hello.” The man said, in a soft, deep voice. Velvety even.
“H-hi.” You stammered.
He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “Is this yours?” He said, offering the remote out to you.
You felt your cheeks flush and you nodded. “Uh yea. Sorry, didn’t know someone would be here.”
“No matter, I was merely searching the compound for my brother.”
“Loki!”
The man, Loki, turned and glanced behind him at the distant booming voice. “I see he is searching for me, as well.”
“Loki?”
Loki had turned but glanced back at you.
Images of New York City in rubble, aliens flying across the sky, giant whale like ships crashing into buildings, rushed through your mind. Loki. The god who had attacked New York, was standing in the Avengers compound, mere feet away from you.
Your mouth dropped open as you sought a response, not sure how to explain the thoughts racing through your head. He seemed amicable enough right now, but could that change?
“Loki!” Another more insistent call from somewhere nearby, growing closer. It was the same booming voice.
“You’re here with Thor?” You blurted out. It was the best you could come up with. Steve had mentioned Thor’s arrival, nothing of Loki though, the probable war prisoner from… you pushed the thought away.
Loki inclined his head, expression neutral.
“Ah, yes.” You replied lamely.
“I should go find him, I didn’t mean to wander.” Loki murmured. He looked down at the remote still in his hand and tilted his head. The faint flicker of mischief flashed across his eyes and with a soft bit of green, the remote shot across the room, landing soundly on the table.
Your mouth dropped open and you scowled. “How’d you do that?”
“Magic, love.” He winked, turning once more, without another word.
“Can you show me?” You called after him.
Loki paused, glancing back at you. “I don’t suppose a Midgardian would have access to seidr.”
“I’m telekinetic.” You replied.
Loki turned once more, fully looking at you. “Oh?”
“Not great at it, I’m getting better.” You muttered.
“There you are!” A tall blond man appeared, his voice booming as he rounded the corner. This had to be Thor, god of thunder. Thor stopped in his tracks, glancing between you and Loki. “Hello.” He inclined his head towards you. “I hope my brother is not a bother?” Thor said, sounding a little uneasy.
“Uh, Captain America never mentioned he was going to be joining you.”
Thor rubbed the back of his head nervously. “Yes… I may have left that detail out when I said I would be assisting my new friends.”
Loki raised his eyebrows, glancing at Thor mildly.
“Have you seen the Captain?” Thor added.
You shook your head. “I just came from the training room and bumped into, uh Loki here.”
“Training room, eh? You’re an Avenger.”
You shrank back and squeaked out, “more or less.”
“Good, good. You are fit to keep an eye on Loki here until I can find the others and explain.” Thor clapped his hand on Loki’s shoulder and hurried from the room.
Loki glanced in the direction Thor had left, gaze following him, lingering for a moment before turning back to you.
“Hi.” You mumbled weakly. After a moment of awkward silence, mostly, entirely, on your part, you added your name, introducing yourself.
“A pleasure to meet you.” Loki replied. His voice seemed surprisingly warm, if a little disinterested.
You sighed heavily and shrugged, flopping back down on the couch. Trying to match his disinterest, you waved dismissively. “Make yourself at home.”
Loki looked around before slowly sinking into the couch itself, knees a mile apart. He laced his fingers together and rested them on his lap, looking around.
You opted to ignore him for the time being, unsure how to take in the unusual person, god? Once more, you focused on the remote. It wiggled slowly on the table, scraping along until it fell to the floor.
“Yes!” You shouted, pumping your fist in the air.
The corner of Loki’s mouth quirked up. “Impressive.”
You glanced shyly over at him, still beaming. The smile slowly faded as your cheeks heated up, taking in his handsome visage.
Luckily, at that moment, Thor and Steve returned, freeing you of having to respond.
Steve’s arms crossed as he entered the room, scowling. “You weren’t joking.” He let out a heavy sigh.
Thor smiled awkwardly. “I was not.”
“We don’t have extra resources to guard him. And if SHIELD finds out, they’ll want him in their custody.”
“Please, my friend, we can’t send him away.”
You and Loki watched the exchange in silence.
“I’m not exactly mission ready.” You interrupted quietly.
Steve paused, looking at you. He opened and closed his mouth before rounding on Loki. “You’ve met her, yes? She’s a really powerful telekinetic, got that? She could knock you square across the room.” The lie was obvious to you, though Thor glanced at you, impressed.
Loki stared blankly at Steve.
You recalled Loki being the god of deception and lies too. Hopefully that was just hearsay, especially with Steve’s bluff.
“Of course.” Loki replied.
“Good. So don’t even think of doing anything.” Steve raised his finger warningly.
“As you say.” Loki said, replying again.
Steve nodded slowly before looking at Thor. “Yea, alright.” His shoulders slumped. “We can find a place for the two of you to stay. Let me go tell Tony about our newest guest, I’m sure the others will want to know.”
Thor beamed and clapped his hand on Steve’s shoulder, shaking him gently. “Excellent, this is going to go beautifully.”
Steve grumbled, tossing you an apologetic look, before turning and making to leave the room. “C’mon, let’s get this set up.”
Thor waved and he and Steve left the room, leaving you and Loki once more in silence.
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So this scene just popped in my head. A Buffy fanfic where Tara gets resurrected.
We’re right at the beginning of the story and Tara has popped up and everyone knows it’s her even if they’re not sure how and Willow and Tara are just lost in each other.
The Scoobies are looking at the two of them, with the new Slayers also there. Buffy, Xander and Giles start talking alternate realities as a possibility for how she’s there and the baby Slayers are like “What? Alternate realities are real?”
And so Xander describes Vamp Willow “Imagine Willow in skintight leather pants, platform boots and a bustier.”
Kennedy gets this super pained expression on her face and actually whines. She hasn’t talked to Willow but she knows they’re done. And then she says “Why would you put that image in my head now!”
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Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words:
Tagged by @phosphorescent-naidheachd
Maria yanks on panties and a bra as Nat and Strange give her the rundown, accepts the trousers and shirt that Steve hands her.
A good general needs information before she charges into battle! Especially if she’s just gotten out of the shower...
I’m not tagging 24 people, sorry. But if you’d like to do this yourself, consider this your tap on the shoulder with permission!
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The Talk
Toa: So Knight, you’re courting MC now, correct?
Knight: *shivers* Er...we’re paramours. Courting sounds so...formal.
Toa: But you’re serious about her, yes?
Knight: W-well of course I am! This isn’t the sort of thing you can do halfway.
Toa nods, seeming satisfied with his answer.
Toa: Good. This is for you, then. I do hope I don’t have to explain what it’s used for?
Toa hands Knight a medium sized box, filled with little bottles containing a vibrant purple liquid.
Knight: ???
Toa reaches in and turns one of the bottles so that the label is visible.
Toa: ...It’s a contraceptive potion.
Knight: *blushing profusely* Urk! First Fenn, and now you, Toa? I am a grown ass man, I’ll have you know!
Toa: A grown ass man who’s just gotten into his first relationship.
Knight: Fair.
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hello... i would like to know about operation ps’s dreams
ps.... I knew this day would come..... i just wish i had an actual fic to hand over.
THE TITLE: it was aspirational, ok? this was gonna be your birthday fic from several years ago! i wanted it to check as many ps boxes as it could :)
THE FANDOM: Hikaru no Go (hey what if i reread/rewatched hikago again)
THE CONCEPT: i’m just gonna cut/paste from my doc here: “FUTURE MOBSTERS??? MOBSTERS IN SPACE. ok it is arranged marriage au where sai is like the godfather like u know, and hikaru is his reckless protege, and a marriage between touya and hikaru would be advantageous to both families.” also: “Touya Meijin is a corrupt police chief/politician who basically controls all smuggling on/off Earth” another bit of concept: “Touya wants to know if he'll ever meet his new father-in-law and Hikaru's like ‘someday…' // They get married on Earth and then honeymoon on the LITERAL MOON ahahah wow this is a great plan. anyway Shindou thinks it's temporary just so they have cover to move this priceless go board from the moon to [destination], but Touya knows it's supposed to be permanent (so tension because he thinks Shindou’s not taking it seriously)”
I sorta had two rival plots that I never chose between: Plot 1 where Sai had already been killed and Hikaru’s pretending that he’s still around behind the scenes/impersonating Sai to keep control of the org (but also somehow Sai still calls him? and gives advice? Hikaru doesn’t fucking know, ok) and Plot 2 where Sai is killed during the plot of the story, and Hikaru tries to go on a revenge rampage :)
THE EXCERPTS: (I didn’t write a lot of actual prose for this story, most of the wordcount is timeline/planning, but i did have a couple little snippets!)
Sai looked at the ceiling and exhaled a long, slow plume of smoke. Hikaru stayed kneeling where he was. He'd learned to wait out these silences.
This one was broken by an expression: Sai smiled. The anticipation in Hikaru's diaphragm calmed.
"This is going to be good for you," Sai instructed.
Of course Hikaru nodded.
// (one marriage later)
To his credit, Touya Akira didn’t flinch. Despite the weapon pointed at him, his gaze tried Hikaru’s locks with the same surety that his hands had had on his travel case a moment ago.
"Who do you think I am?"
"Sai's eyes and ears." Cool voice, quiet voice.
Hikaru laughed, he couldn’t help it. "He has enough of those." He twirled his light pistol with a twist of his wrist, but kept it trained on Touya Akira’s atrocious vest. "If anything, I guess you could say I'm his hands."
#replies#thanks for playing!#psidn queen of the river dash#or something along those lines#it's been a while~#ficbit#hikago#i'm sorry for spoiling the surprise ;; but also it was just... not getting written... so at least here is a bit! and actually to make these#worth posting i did kinda have to triple their word count#so like. maybe it IS getting written lol#all a matter of perspective#fic writing in geological time#fic writing adventures
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