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colourstreakgryffin · 3 months

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Hi, I hope you are having an amazing day (js as amazing as you), and have eaten, slept, and drank water. You are beautiful, and a very and I mean VERY kind person. Make sure to take care of yourself, I'll probably annoy you with how often I say but I do care, make sure your in good health before going to to our entertainment I would like to share my thoughts, this one I js thunk,

so I've been thinking a lot about that one drabble you did with Dokusha being Obanai's best friend. Well if that were in the Kimetsu Academy! Au, would Dokusha be like a fellow teacher or a friend (outside of work). But I feel like Dokusha still would help him with courting Mitsuri. But how close would they be? And I was thinking about, how would Kimetsu Academy au! Obanai react to sharing Dokusha as his favorite student with another teacher like Giyuu or someone. Anyways, srry for popping up again in your inbox, I js have a lot of thoughts. Anyways have a good day! Eat, sleep (you update a lot, ik), and take care of yourself, you are amazing, and I hope you wake up feeling like you could take the world on (bc you sure as hell do). Drink water, and if you do go out, be safe (ik I sound like a mother lol).

Bye!!! ILY!!!

-S.P.

Hmmm. This is pretty simple, I like the idea and yes. You do sound like a mother but that’s okay! It’s just being a good caring person and I don’t mind. But anyway, Jealous father figure teacher Obanai be like~!

Iguro Obanai- Back Off

Obanai is so jealous… he is jealous and he can barely keep himself calm at this rate. He’s a fully grown man(with the height of a child). He shouldn’t be jealous over a student bonding with another teacher, even if the student is his absolute favourite. He can’t help but feel jealous over the idea of you liking another teacher as much as you like him

Obanai’s favourite easily is you, a simple teen but you’re so sweet, caring and you don’t bother him like all his other students do. You follow his orders and you always do your best. You treat him with respect and for that, he treats you with respect as well

Obanai doesn’t want to be possessive or creepy over you. You’re just a child after all but he can’t help but feel so sour and distasteful over the fact you’re bonding well with Giyuu Tomioka, the strict P.E Teacher. You’re so kind that even Giyuu can’t help but feel comfortable with you and talk to you when you arrive to his class

Obanai would never ever personally pry you away from the teachers you happen to like and befriend very well but he hopes he is never replaced by another teacher. He views you like a surrogate child of his own and he actually wants you to view him as your favourite

Obanai, also, won’t try sabotage or ruin your relationships with other teachers. He may really like you but he isn’t going to do anything awful. You still need other friends but he just wants to be the teacher you like the most. He likes you the most of all other students in this Academy after all

Obanai will force himself to willingly share you around with his fellow teachers since your happiness matters a lot to him. If you want to do tutoring with somebody else, other than him, that’s fine. Just do come back to him at one point, please…

Obanai is kinda like a clingy protective and jealous papa to you. He and his beloved Kaburamaru are always happy to see you come into their classroom and sometimes, the two will give you cute nice candy gifts

Obanai just grits his teeth and bares through the jealousy over you bonding with teachers, especially with Giyuu. At least, you’re not miserable and you have even more skills and teachings being taught by other teachers. He is proud and thankful over that fact, drowning out his jealousy

“Dokusha. Please come to my classroom at this moment, say goodbye to Tomioka-sensei and follow. We must talk about your latest test”

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queers-gambit · 1 year

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Ok ok, so since we are all thinking here…I hope you don’t mind me sharing my thoughts. I need someone to talk to about this 😅🙏🏼🤭(Literally been thinking about this for the last few days..opps 🤪).

We know she is thinking about her options- If I stay my family (the Blacks) will see me as a traitor and I risk not only my life in jeopardy but also my baby (babies?) and I’m stuck supporting a king I do not view worthy to have the crown…and my dragon will be used in a war to harm those I love…If I go, I leave my love breaking my vows and my child will not know their father…and Aemond could die and I would not be there…

There are literally so many factors that play into this it’s so difficult and not easy to work with at all!! Anyway…

One scenario is her staying with Aemond. She would explain to him she is only staying with him because of the love they have for each other. Leaving/abandoning him, her love and father of her child, would be a more painful fate than death. She’d make it clear that she is NOT staying because she is loyal to his brother and his ascension to the throne over her mother, only reason she is staying is cause their love. She would try to come up with a way to “fix” this to avoid war. Possibly trying to approach her mother with the fact Vhagar is the one who killed her son…not Aemond. Therefore punish Vhagar…it was foolish to allow a boy that dragon to begin with (that would hurt Aemond’s feelings but the reader doesn’t care) and that dragon is not one that should be ridden, it is a liability to all of them. A reflection of the beasts and cruelty within nature. Also, the whole “dragon rider illusion”, remind her of what her father told her as young girl.

She does stay and her father would eventually come to take her home…maybe she hesitates in trying to explain why she wants to stay, but he pulls a dagger to her stomach (lightly pressing it to her) and he threatens her that he loves her (truly loves her as his own daughter, as of she were his blood) and doesn’t want to harm her or the babe, (as that would cause him great suffering) but he will if he must, for his wife/her mother the queen. ANGSSSSTTTTTT

yea…😫

I hope you don’t mind I wrote this all out , tried to keep this short 😅 whatcha think?

Love ya! Like seriously 😘😘😘😘

ah, fresh cup of coffee and gettin' right into the angst. i love this for me. thoughts about Distraction and Bearer of Bad News --

either are very viable options. sweet girl has to weigh the pros and cons of either side; like, is it worth leaving Aemond to take Kasta to her mother and join her efforts? would that later mean sweet girl encounters Aemond and Alys Rivers? if she stays, what if Alys still becomes a thing? hmmm, thoughts are being thunk again.

if she leaves, what does that mean for the baby? or babies? what if the anxiousness of leaving is too much for her? if she leaves, she's giving up both her husband and "family by law"; and she would more than likely be used as a pawn by her mother. where she doesn't have Aemond to defend her, protect her; to shield her from everyone else's selfishness.

think of it: Rhaenyra is beyond angry and disturbed following the death of her son, Luke. and sweet girl is feeling both betrayed and hurt, as well; and we know these emotions can lead hot-headed Targaryens into war. if she returns to her mother, bearing the news of her brother, even if it's technically Vhagar's "fault", Rhaenyra is still going to war 'cause mamabear is looking for blood now. i've tried to establish the point that Kasta is large, as well; and still growing. she's a machine of war by sheer size only; and while the Greens have Vhagar and Aemond, the Blacks would then have sweet girl (who is trained by both her fathers: Laenor and Daemon) and Kasta.

there are two sides to every coin and it's up to us to then examine potential outcomes. if the coin is to fall on either side, we must know what to do to keeping moving forward; and for sweet girl, the crushing pressure to choose is overwhelming enough.

staying with Aemond means she gets her husband and baby... or does it? or does the pressure drive a wedge between them; making her feel alone and so suffocated that she escapes in the night? Kasta has to burn a couple bitches to get away? if she stays, again, what if Aemond meets Alys, still? or does sweet girl come between her husband and his paramour, and possibly join in her husband's war efforts? what if she's there for the Battle Above the God's Eye instead of Alys Rivers? hmmm...

leaving King's Landing and Aemond, however, means she's going straight into war at her mother's side. could mean she puts her baby / babies in jeopardy, and would it then mean that if she goes into labor, her babes will never know their father? how will she cope with that after being close to her own birth father? if she leaves, what if her mother's not the same - and she feels even greater pressure to please Rhaenyra? yikes...

love reading your thoughts!! all my love is being sent your way! 🖤

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x fem!reader #aemond targaryen imagine #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #cherry answers

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nettleshuttle · 8 months

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Hmmm... how about we go with Yuuri?

guess what, it’s yuri-related rambling time!!

> general opinion/how much i care about them: as it’s not hard to guess by the many art pieces of him that i’ve drawn and posted, i really like this guy! he’s actually one of my favorite arc v characters — neatly written, well-based (even if partially shallow at that), with some threads hanging loose that i can snatch at and extend at my leisure, plus a condescending bastard personality befitting the kind of petty antags that i enjoy. i love how unhinged and impactful he gets in the show, all while retaining characteristics that make him likable and believable as a character

> a ship i love: considering yuri’s personality/backstory and the way he works in the canon, i don’t really see him, you know, forging deep romantic relationships or attachments of any kind, since the academy has pretty much effectively deprived him of the need/possibility to do so. i like the possible take on his relation with sora, but only as mostly a one-sided thing (on sora’s part) and rather something yuri engages in unseriously, just because why not. tbh, i don’t like his ship with serena that much — partially because i don’t see the appeal of their dynamic (which they don’t have much of in the canon anyway), partially because she’s a lesbian and the show-writers told me so personally seeing him as a not-shippable character sits right enough with me

> non-romantic relationship i love: i’m taking this outside the canon, for reasons above-described. his relationship with serena when viewed as an early childhood friends thing that broke off due to the academy’s influence is nice. what’s even nicer and works even less in the canon is his possible dynamic with yugo though. i thought of it randomly while planning out a fic and from then on i’m absolutely down for the chaotic friendship they could have, with them bickering a lot, but gradually opening up in front of each other (yuri very gradually, yugo casually oversharing everything since day one), yugo being the person with enough goodwill to put up with yuri and yuri being the surprised edgelord that he’d get when he realizes he’s got an actual friend ready to stick with/up for him despite his lousy personality

> NOTP: romantic-wise probably the ship with serena, though i’m not particularly against it either, just not something i’d go for by my own initiative. not quite digging the ship with yuya too, but without any real reason apart from what has already been written

> fanfiction idea: (limiting myself to two on that. prepare for random screenshots without context)

my first pick will always be the arc v / zexal crossover fic i already mentioned here, where yuri is the professor’s right hand man and academy’s commander, busy in the xyz dimension, working along with yugo (under reiji’s supervision, reluctantly) to track down and apprehend xyz rebels — or other people who have unknowingly strayed where they shouldn’t have

the second one is not a yuri-centered wip, but he plays a role in the plot (as the thing is told from sora’s point of view). i’ve grown to like it because i started writing it while though ~one/third of arc v and i made up most of yuri’s character on the spot as he hadn’t had much screen time by then. long story short, thought were being thunk (that’s this wip’s name by the way) and i hope i’ll get down to finishing it. one day.

> something that makes me think of them:

these poisonous, kill-a-fellow, bright-color-mess, malicious suckers — you may guess why. and exotic snakes in general, actually far more than the jungle plants he’s associated with in the canon

#yugioh #yuri arc v #ask game #sorry for the wait! i had to collect my thoughts on that one

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ericsonclan · 1 year

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Spreading Christmas Cheer

Summary: A solitary lumberjack, Minnie, meets a friendly baker named Renata, and the encounter changes both of their lives for the better.

Word Count: 1594

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Minnie could feel the cold nip in the air. With a small grumble, she pulled her coat closer around herself. It was only the middle of autumn but still it was already fucking cold. Minnie didn’t usually mind the cold too much; it seemed to make the world quieter. It felt more peaceful being outside although Minnie always enjoyed nature.

She strolled outside her cabin, ax in hand and ready to chop some wood for the upcoming months. As she strolled through the forest she felt relief fall over her. There wasn’t a soul around. There never really was this deep into the forest and that's just how the recluse lumberjack liked it. She didn’t do well around people, her social anxiety would flare up and people usually judged her right off the bat. To the outside world she looked like an angry, intimidating person but she wasn’t really either of those… or maybe she was. Minnie didn’t know. Still that’s how people always thought she was, never giving her another chance to make an impression. She had decided that was for the best and so here she was years later living happily alone in her cabin.

Minnie scanned around for a good tree to chop down and after a few minutes had settled on the one she wanted. The sound of her ax colliding into the thick trunk of the tree rang out in the forest causing the nearby critters to scurry away. Minnie kept focus on her task though and after working hard to break the tree down into logs she transferred it over to her chopping block. Her ax thunked down into the log splintering it and slicing it in two. Again and again she did this, getting into a rhythm of things until the world faded into the background of her mind.

Minnie was perfectly content with chopping wood for a few hours until she spotted someone wandering through the woods that made her pause, ax still raised above her head. There, a short distance away from her was a girl walking forward with a basket in hand. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a side bun where a pink flower rested in the center of it. A smile stayed on her lips, bright and cheery. A sight that Minnie wasn’t used to.

“Hey there!” The girl called out and gave a friendly wave. Minnie felt her social awkwardness return and gave a wave before even realizing that she had dropped her ax. Luckily she had snapped back into focus just as the ax was falling towards her foot. With some haphazard steps and swears Minnie dodged it.

“Oops! Sorry! Is your foot okay?” The girl rushed over and Minnie felt her face heat up. Holy shit, she was pretty. Her smile felt mesmerizing to Minnie. “It doesn't look like it got chopped,” The girl squatted down by the lumberjack who was pulled back into the present.

“Uh yeah, my foot is fine. You don’t have to worry,”

“That’s good!” The girl rose up and came face to face with Minnie. The distance between them was practically nonexistent at that point.

Minnie had no idea how to handle it. A hint of cinnamon tickled the redhead’s nose and she couldn’t find a spot to look at that didn’t make her more flustered. So she opted to nod and take a step back.

“My name’s Renata. What’s yours?”

“Minnie,” Minnie mumbled and brushed her fingers along the shaven part of her hair.

“Minnie,” Renata let the name roll off her tongue. “I love it! So are you also wandering the woods for a good picnic spot?”

“Uh, no. I live here.”

“Really? I didn’t think anyone did. Where do you live? Oh wait, you don’t mind if I’m here right?”

“No,” Minnie couldn’t get her heart to calm down for some reason.

“Awesome. Well then, would you like to join me for my picnic?” Renata held a playful smile to her lips as she leaned forward. The sight made Minnie’s head spin in some kind of way.

“Uh sure, but I’m shitty company.”

“Hmmm, I’ll be the judge of that. Come on, let’s find a good spot together!” Renata took both Minnie’s hands in hers and all thoughts of chores and firewood left the lumberjack’s mind.

The picnic had been overwhelming at first for Minnie but soon she found herself feeling comfortable around Renata and all her walls fell down. It was nice to do something different from her normal day to day life. But it was a one time occurrence. That’s what Minnie had told herself as she got to work the next day and even if her heart stung a bit from never spending more time with Renata, Minnie knew she could live with it.

She didn’t have to though. Life had thrown her a curveball in the form of Renata as the cheery, friendly baker kept making the trek up to her cabin every few days. She always thought of new fun ways to spend time with Minnie and even if some of the excuses at first didn’t make sense Minnie went along with it because she couldn’t get enough of spending time with Renata. Renata felt the exact same way and so the pair kept spending time together, going on walks through the woods, having lunch together, staying up late to watch the sunset. It felt priceless to Minnie: all these moments together, these fun spontaneous dates with Renata. As time marched on they grew closer and after a few months Renata decided to move into Minnie’s cabin.

Minnie stayed up later than normal. She couldn't seem to sleep and so she had decided to work on a hobby of hers. Taking out a carving knife, she began to take the bark off a piece of wood. She was completely focused on her task, careful not to make any mistakes from what she had envisioned in her mind. The world started to melt away, all except her, her carving and the dim candlelight on the desk that illuminated the falling snow outside. When suddenly she felt arms wrap around her waist and a warm kiss pressed on her neck. Minnie jolted for a second at the unexpected gesture.

“Oops, sorry, Min,” Renata nuzzled her face against her girlfriend’s shoulder before she rested her chin there. “Whatcha working on?”

“Just a carving,”

“Hmmmm couldn’t sleep?”

“Uh huh, guess I got too anxious,” Minnie mumbled and started to work on the wood carving.

“Want me to go?”

“No, stay. I like having you here,” Minnie reached up a hand and rested it on the side of Renata’s face as she looked up at her. Renata smiled, her lips quickly finding Minnie’s. Both of them held onto the kiss, turning the one into many, both short and long ones until they pulled back for air.

“How many carvings have you done?”

“More than I can count. Some of them I turn into toys and others just stay as statues.”

“Ooo,” Renata hummed next to her girlfriend’s ear. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for the finished toys.

“They’re in that cabinet,” Minnie nodded over and watched as her girlfriend immediately went over and opened it.

“Whoa, Min, you’re really talented,” Renata whispered as she stared in awe at all the different types of toys and knick knacks. Wooden trains painted in bright reds and blues, tiny toy soldiers decked out in immaculate detail. There were even some dolls and other sewn toys.

“Thanks,” Minnie awkwardly scratched the back of her head. “I’m running out of space though so I’ll probably get rid of them.” ‘What? No!”

Renata’s exclamation made Minnie nearly slice through her thumb as she carved.

“I don’t have the space, Ren. You can pick some you want to keep if you want.”

Renata thought for a minute. It did sound somewhat tempting but soon a better idea entered her mind. “Oooor we could give them to the kids in the nearby town. I bet if we dropped them off around Christmas it would brighten up their holiday!” Minnie’s eyes widened. “Oh, yeah we could.”

“Geez I was expecting a better reaction than that, Minipie,” Renata made her way back over and sat on her girlfriend’s lap, wrapping her arms casually around the back of her neck.

“I’m just, I’m not good with people, Ren. People don’t like me.”

“That’s not true! I like you!”

“Mmm, I think that’s just a you thing.”

“No, it’s not.” Renata disagreed but she saw that her girlfriend would remain stubborn on this. “Min, you’re amazing.” She planted a kiss on the tip of Minnie’s nose. Minnie stayed in her head though. “If you didn’t have to see people, would you change your mind about the toys?”

“Yeah, it’s not like I don’t want to give kids these toys. I think they’d really like them.”

“Okay, then I have the perfect plan!”

“Okay… What is it?”

“Hmmm, nope, I want it to be a surprise! Just give me three days to draw up the plans! We can totally get this done before Christmas!” Renata stole a quick kiss then hopped off Minnie’s lap. “Do you want blue or gray for a coat? No, you know what, you could pull off a red look. This is gonna be great, Min!” Renata called out from another room and Minnie sat there, completely lost. She had no idea what Renata’s plan could be but whatever it was Minnie knew it would definitely be memorable.

#twdg #twdg minnie #twdg renata #twdg minata #twdg christmas #fanfic #ericsonclanchristmaschallenge

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z3nitsusgf · 3 years

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Tw: misogyny

I just know Scaramouche in the Modern au is the king of incels.just hates women bc he has mommy issues(bc Ei treats him like crap)

-🥥

cw: neglect, extreme mommy issues, obsessive behavior, yandere (?), lingerie, smothering (Scaramouche buys your affection), rich brat Scaramouche, fingering, mind break at the end???? fake niceness <3

Hmmm hmm many thoughts being thunk,,, rich scummy boy Scaramouche who has severe mommy issues bc Ei doesn’t pay attention to him, and just throws money at him to get him to leave her alone. He’s absolutely spoiled rotten, because he’s never been told no. Always given what he wants in forms of materialistic items; games, cars, books, etc.

Scaramouche dresses in expensive clothes that are worth more than your entire wardrobe, it’s always Sea Island cotton and ironed to perfection. Bremont and Cartier watches that are cleaned for him regularly. Polished shoes that have red soles so bright you’d think someone spilled their blood for it.

He’s the definition of a rich brat. And so he thinks he can get anything he wants be default, that in essence - it’s owed to him. He’s superior because he’s wealthy, because he has money and luxury and has never had to work for anything in his life.

So when you catch his attention and don’t immediately drop to your knees like he wants it’s a big problem. When he comes onto you after class and you just grimace, skirting around him all with a shy shake of your head and leaving - it makes something feral rise in his gut. Scaramouche doesn’t chase, he doesn’t whine or beg like scum - he’s not that low. How fucking dare you ignore him, like he’s not the best you’ll ever get, like he’s all you’ll ever have.

Scaramouche swears he doesn’t chase, but he’s practically drooling after you like a rabid Doberman. Cornering you after lectures and demanding you go on “dates” with him. No so subtle fingers slipping fast your skirt and swiping at your clothed panties till you jerk and push him away and he laughs. “Come on doll, don’t be like that, I can treat you real nice…” he coos into your ear, it’s all for show, all a ploy to get you back into his house to he can ruin your cunt. But you don’t need to know that.

He’s quite literally obsessed with you. Scaramouche just wants to keep you for himself, he claims. Wants to dress you up, because “you don’t deserve those shitty clothes sweetheart.” And wants to buy you all types of perfume and heels, and lingerie. Even when you complain that it’s too much, that he’s doing all of this for no reason - he hushes you and says it’s because he wants too.

Who’s kisses start so rough, tonging down your throat as he fingers you on his silk sheets, he never lets you forget how much he gives you. How much he does for you - how much he’s willing to do for you. “Come on baby, give me another.” He’ll fan across your chest as you pant and squirm and writhe, trying to get away from his hands that push you over the edge again and again.

And you start to like it, if you’re being honest. Start to like the way he keeps you under his thumb. How you pool in your expensive panties now in a pretty satin dress, sitting in cozy big home - it’s so much better than worrying about school don’t you think? Just don’t scream when you go poking around his house and you make your way into Ei’s room and find out he’s been dressing you up just like his mommy.

#genshin impact･ﾟ✧#—🥥 anon #val.writes ❦#scaramouche x reader smut #scaramouche smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader smut #genshin smut

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bokettochild · 3 years

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Hmmm if you need ideas I always love cultural difference shenanigans so maybe Twilight and Hyrule or Warriors and Hyrule having jarringly different cultures?

I didn't really touch on cultures much, since I'm still learning a lot about the games in general, but here's three boys discussing the educational systems of their respective provinces!

(Asks are open still, if anyone wants a story, feel free to request it! I will try my best! (Crossovers aren't off the table, but I can't promise I'll write them))

From Ordon to Catalia

“So, you’re telling me,” Warriors states disbelievingly. “That you, the Hero of Hyrule, couldn’t even speak Hylian until mere months before you saved the kingdom?”

The traveler nods, a faint flush dusting over his browned cheeks at Warriors’ question.

Twilight shakes his head, a smile on his face. “Who’da thunk it? Chin up traveler, I didn’t even live in Hyrule when I saved it.”

“What?” Warriors turns to him, royal blue flickering with disbelief as he stares from one country hero to the other. “Seriously? Both of you?”

“Well,” Hyrule tugs at one of his curls, eyes glistening with mischief as he speaks. “I mean, Legend saved like, four other countries, and he wasn’t from any of them.”

“But the first country he saved was Hyrule.” Warriors asserts. “And at least he was sent to the other places or something, unlike you two.” The captain stares from one to the other. “Traveling through the kingdom and just happening to run into the Royal Nursemaid?” He turns to Twilight, disbelief still written clear on his face. “And chasing monsters, if I recall correctly. What the heck, guys?”

He can’t help but take a bit of pity on Warriors, the captain has only ever been outside of his Hyrule’s main areas when time traveling, and the poor man clearly has little to no familiarity with the provinces and kingdoms beyond his own home, save for whatever rich and stuffy nobles talk about when royalty from the other kingdoms comes to visit. But even so, Wars lacks the faintest clue of the world outside of Hyrule’s borders, and that's just a little bit sad.

He leans back on the bed that he and Hyrule are sharing, it’s been a few weeks since they were last at an inn and he fully intends on enjoying the plush beds while they can, even if it is a bit too soft for his own comfort. “We could tell you more about them, if you like?”

At his side, Hyrule nods, smile bright if not a bit wistful. “I’m always willing to share about my home.”

Warriors hesitates, caught between disbelief and curiosity.

“I don’t think even Legend has been to Catalia.” Hyrule muses, but Twilight sees the sparkle in Hyrule’s eyes, he’s tempting the captain in a way the both of them know is sure to work.

“That so?” Warriors muses. “Well, I suppose so. Although,” He turns a cynical eye to Twilight. “I’m not sure how much I actually want to know about farm life.”

“Your loss, city boy.” He scoffs in response, a wolfish smile pulling at his features.

It’s nice, he thinks as he leans back further, letting Hyrule pull his thoughts together and Warriors shake off the surprise of their previous words, to just sit and talk with his brothers. Time and Legend have roomed with Wild so he doesn’t have to worry about the Cub making trouble without him there to watch him, and for the first time in a long tie he can just sit down and talk with his other brothers. He doesn’t know why Time let Four assign rooms like this, but he isn’t complaining if the others aren’t.

“Well, what would you like to hear about?”

Warriors frowns, staring at Hyrule for a moment as the Traveler flushes darker under his curls. Maybe the healer wasn’t as ready to talk as he first thought. “How about, your family, what sort of people are they?”

Hyrule stares at the captain disbelievingly for a moment. “You’ve met my mom, remember? And I don’t really remember much of my dad, he went missing when I was a kid.”

“Oh,” Warriors flushes, a strained smile taking over his features. “Right.”

Hyrule giggles softly. “I’m not mad, Cap, just surprised that you forgot. Although to be fair, not many people probably think about it since I look like a Hylian.”

“Yeah, about that, how does that work?”

“Hylian father, I look more like him in this form. We may be from Catalia, but he was there entirely because he was fleeing the destruction of Hyrule. He met my mom in the Aver Forests, where she’d been wandering for the last few years. Great fairies can leave their pools if they so choose, but they do so rarely. Unfortunately, mom had too because of the increase of monsters in Hyrule.”

“What is the Aver Forest?”

“The biggest, lushest forest in all of Catalia!” Hyrule spread his arms wide as if to indicate how big it truly was. “I’m pretty sure it’s just the other side of the lost woods in my time, since it’s so close to the border. It nothing like Hyrule, but it is, was, home.”

“So, did yer ma follow you to Hyrule?”

“Not exactly.” The traveler replies with a small frown. “She came after Hyrule was made safer again. I can’t exactly leave the country freely anymore, so she came to see me. It’s a good thing too, since getting potions is far more difficult than just bathing in her pool.”

“Are potions really that expensive in your time?” Warriors asks, concern flecking his gentle gaze.

“It’s not about the price,” Hyrule frowns. “It’s more that most people don’t know how to brew them, and finding a person who can is difficult.”

“Ah, supply and demand.”

“Pardon, what?” The traveler looks up to the captain in confusion.

“Supply and demand, you know,” Wars states like it’s common knowledge. “When lots of people want something but only a few people can provide it? It’s the reason shops can get away with charging so much for things.”

Both country heroes stare at him.

“Have neither of you ever heard of it?” The captain blinks at them, leaning forwards on his bed. “How is that possible?”

“Not all provinces have a school, Wars.” He replies, chuckling softly at the surprise on Warriors’ face. “For farming communities we focus on animals and plants, don’t need no fancy education to plow a field.”

Hyrule stares between the two of them. “Alright, this might be a Hylian word I haven’t learned yet, but what is a scewl?”

“A what?” Warriors echoes, turning to face the traveler.

“A scewl?”

“A school?” Twilight translates, brow furrowed until the Hero of Hyrule nods in confirmation, after which he relaxes again. “It's a place people go to learn to read and write, and to count and do equations.”

“And here I thought there weren’t any in Ordon?” Warriors teases lightly.

“Get off it, Cap’. We don’t have schools, but we do have books, I know how to read and if I can learn more than I will.”

“Ah, self-taught?”

“Mostly.” He shrugs. “Hylian’s real different from Ordon-Standard, even if they’re essentially the same.”

“That makes no sense.” The captain deadpans, staring at him blankly.

“I mean, even though they have a lot in common, the way people speak and pronounce things, the vernacular and what not, is quite different that Hyrule proper.”

Hyrule blinks at the two of them owlishly. “What are equations?”

A glance is shared between them. “Math.” Warriors answers. “You know, adding, subtraction, multiplication and division?”

The traveler raises a brow, but he's shrinking in on himself in the way he does when he gets nervous. “What are those? Multipulycation and division?”

Warriors stares cautiously at the traveler, gaze gentle but concerned. “Hyrule, do you not know how to do math?”

“Do you know how to count?” Twilight tries instead.

“Of course!”

“Can you combine numbers?”

“That’s counting, but with bigger numbers.”

“Can you subtract it again?”

“Yes.” Hyrule answers slowly.

“Can you multiply?”

The traveler stares at Warriors nervously. “I just told you I don’t know what that is.”

The captain, bless his heart, looks genuinely hurt. “Good grief, what sort of mentor is Legend? Not making sure you know basic multiplication?”

And Hyrule flushes, but his brows furrow as he pushes himself straight, always defensive of his mentor. “He didn’t know, and he’s a great mentor! He’s been showing me how to grow trees!”

“Legend knows forestry?” The captain starts.

“He has an orchard.” Twilight reminds him, light laughter bubbling in his chest at the understanding that crosses Warriors’ face at the words.

“Right.” The captain turns to Hyrule. “How about this, Legend can teach whatever it is he teaches you, but when he’s done with that for the day, you come find me? Math is a wonderful thing, even if it is a tad complex, and it'd be a shame to let you go without knowing it.”

Betrayal makes itself known as Twilight pulls away from the two. “You like math?”

Horror blooms on Warriors’ delicate features. “You don’t?”

“Arithmetic is the bane of my existence and if I didn’t need to know how to count rupees, I would willingly forget it.” Twilight spits out.

“It’s wonderful!” Warriors defends. “Everything makes sense and has a logical explanation! You can count on it having an answer every time.”

One dark brow raises as midnight blue stare back at the captain, unimpressed. “Except when it doesn’t. Except when you have to graph equations but you can’t because they don’t have answers. Except when there’s two missing numbers and nothing fits in together, except when the numbers decide to become letters and you have to spit up the alphabet along with your equations.”

“How much math do you know?” Warriors raises a brow.

“Too much.” He isn’t even ashamed of the shudder that makes his pelt tickle against his cheeks. “Wild is a literal genius at it, and I can’t even number how many time he's decided to use it to explain some hare-brained scheme. Trajectory and angles and-” He shivers again. “No thank you. It’s like he ate a math textbook and just keeps spitting it back up, every time he wants to do something dumb.”

The captain whistles lowly, royal blue eyes sparkling. “You mean he has theories and reasoning behind all that? Dang!”

The glare shot the captain’s way is nothing short of threatening. “Do not encourage him, or so help me, Wars. I can hardly contain him some days as is, he doesn’t need someone else egging him on.”

“Oh, trust me,” Gloved hands raise in a non-threatening motion. “I just want to pic his brain, maybe he can help me tutor the traveler here.”

And Twilight almost asks him not too, almost begs that the captain not, before realization hits. “You know, that is actually a good idea.” He smirks. “I’m surprised.”

The deadpan look he receives is well worth it. “You wound me.”

“Were your skin not so delicate, I wouldn’t.” He returns, smile stretching wider. “But that aside, if Wild is busy tutoring Hyrule, he won’t be off blowing things up, and if Hyrule gets a better education out of it that's even better.”

“I’ll ask him about it.” Hyrule answers, eyes lighting up in a way that looks innocent, but considering the kid is Legend’s descendant there’s a very good chance that it isn’t fully. “Maybe he can teach me some tricks while he’s at it.”

“No!” The voices ring at once, but it’s already too late, Hyrule is tapping his chin and muttering low under his breath as a wide smile stretches over his face.

“What have you started.” Twilight whispers, horrified.

“I’m sorry.” Warriors returns, just as grim. “I won’t tell Legend if you don’t.”

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu hyrule #Hyrule never went to school #Twilight didn't either #they're smart but they haven't got education #wars likes math #twi hates math #math gives his protege excuses to go hogwild #wild is a genius of science and math #change my mind

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the-lady-of-stars · 3 years

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Feeling you

Din Djarin x Reader

A/N: I am writing some mega fluff as a warm up for the angst I’m gonna write later. This is my first time writing for Din so this is just me figuring out how to write his character. Please send in any requests for Din :)

Summary: You ask your boyfriend what he looks like under his helmet. Lots of soft Din plus a cheeky first kiss.

Night time had arrived, and you were laying with your head in Din’s lap as he sat on his cot. He was busy reading something off his holopad, mindlessly running his fingers through your hair. You gazed up at his helmet as he read, mind wandering to what he looked like underneath. You respected the way he followed the creed more than anything, and you’d never ask him to break it for you, but you still couldn’t help but wonder what he would look like underneath. Din had taken off all his beskar except his helmet, leaving him in nothing but a pair of sleep pants. Mind still turning, you reached up and brushed your fingers along the jagged scars that adorned his chest, trailing them over the puffy marks.

“What’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours, mesh’la?” Din cooed, the soft tone of his voice amplified by the modulator. He put his datapad aside on the bed to focus on you, trying to figure out what was causing the gentle smile that sat on your lips.

“Just thinking,” you replied, smile widening.

“Oh? And what would you happen to be thinking about, hmm?”

“You.”

“Me? What about me, pretty girl?”

“Your face. What you look like.”

Din paused for a moment, a brief panic washing over him. Did you want him to give up his creed? He didn’t blame you. Who could ever fall in love with a man without even knowing what he looks like. Din tensed, self-doubt building up in his stomach. He knew you felt him grow tense due to the furrowing of your brows, your lips pulling tight.

“Din?” you sat up to straddle his lap, and stroked the side of his neck, the Mandalorian leaning into the touch.

“I’m sorry I can’t give you more, cyar’ika. You shouldn’t have to wonder what your own boyfriend looks like,” he spoke softly, a sad lilt to his words. Din looked down, not wanting to meet your eyes through the visor.

“Hey, no,” you shushed him, “Din, look at me, my starlight.”

Ever so gently you tilted Din’s head up to face you, eyes tender and warm.

“Din, I love you. I love you more than anything. I don’t care if I never see your face, that doesn’t matter in the slightest. Never has. It’s you I care about. You took me in, let me stay with you and the baby. You gave me a family Din, someone to come home to. You’ve always looked after me, kept me safe, given me your heart. That’s all I could ever ask for. You make me so happy, Din. So happy.”

Din felt his heart racing, beating so hard like it was trying to jump out of his chest and straight to you. You already owned it, he knew that. The tears pricking at his eyes just confirmed it.

“Thank you,” was all he could bring himself to say, the words barely audible through the shaky breath, voice wavering through trembling lips.

You smiled, an affectionate smile which stole the breath from Din’s lungs. Taking his hand, you delicately brought it up to your lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

He couldn’t hold himself back anymore, pulling you into his chest, tucking your head under his chin.

“I love you,” he whispered, as though if he spoke too loudly you would disappear into the night like a dream.

“I love you too,” you matched the quietness of his voice.

Din held you close, mind racing when an idea popped into his head.

“Play a game with me, Cyare?”

“A game?” you questioned, untucking yourself from his neck to look at him.

“Mmhm,” he hummed. “A guessing game. You tell me what you think I look like and I’ll tell you if you’re right or wrong.”

You laughed lightly, the sound making Din’s pulse speed up.

“Okay, sure. A game,” you reaffirmed.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. What do you think I look like,” he purred, an element of amusement to his voice.

“Hmmm, well- the hair on your arms and chest is dark brown so I’m gonna assume it’s the same up top. Correct?”

“Uh huh. Good job, beautiful. What else?” you could tell Din was smiling from the sound of his voice.

“I assume you’ve got an awful case of helmet hair. With that thing on all the time it’s gotta be pretty scruffy looking,” you smirked.

Din laughed heartily at that, chest shaking.

“Scruffy lookin’? Who are you calling scruffy lookin’? You’ve never even seen me and you’re insulting my hair?” Din reached up and rubbed his hand over the top of your head lovingly, messing up your hair. You cackled, wiggling away from his hand.

“Okay, okay, fine,” you laughed, “I’m sure you’ve got beautifully styled hair and absolutely no trace of helmet hair whatsoever. Wait- are you bald? You could be! Do you shave your head?” You got excited, a wide grin spread across your face.

Din couldn’t contain his laughter this time, tipping his head back as his shoulders shook.

“N-no, no I’m not bald, Cyare,” he finally choked out when he regained his breath, still snickering.

“Okay great, scruffy brown tufts of helmet hair it is then. Final guess.”

“Final guess? You sure? Going with helmet hair?” he beamed.

“Yup!”

“Yeah okay you’re right. I’ll give you that one. But to be fair there aren’t all that many products to keep your hair smooth under a bucket.”

You bothed laughed again before Din prompted you to guess his eye colour.

“I always imagined them brown as well. Like a dark brown. Am I right?”

“On the dot, Cyare. You sure you haven’t been taking a peek while I’m asleep?” he joked, pinching your cheek playfully.

“Ooh! What about facial hair! Do you have a beard? I’ve been imagining stubble but maybe you’ve got a goatee or something, I don’t know. But if we are sticking with the scruffy rogue bounty hunter look I’m gonna go with some stubble. Very sexy, if you ask me.”

The more you spoke the harder Din laughed, his hands gripping your waist.

“Sexy, scruffy rogue bounty hunter. Should add that one to my resume. I’m gonna take that as a compliment and say yes to the stubble- as tempting as it is to grow out a goatee.”

“Hey I think goatees are great, I won’t stop you,” you snorted.

“Well?” Din prompted. “Happy with what you’ve learned?”

“Oh definitely. I love whatever it is you’ve got going on under there.”

Din chuckled, leaning in to pull you into a Keldabe kiss.

“I wish I could kiss you properly,” he sighed. Suddenly Din froze, pulling away slightly.

“What is it?” you asked, noticing how hard he was thinking.

“I’ve got an idea,” he spoke. “Stay there.”

Din rose and began to turn off all the artificial lights, making sure you were swamped by the pitch black darkness of night. He covered the viewport with the small curtain, blocking out the light of the stars.

“Din, what are you doing, I can’t see a thing!” you called out.

“That’s the point,” he replied, making you jump from how close he had gotten without you knowing. “You can’t see me at all, right?”

“No, not in the slightest.”

“Great, so if I were to do this-” the next thing you heard was the hiss of Din’s helmet being removed, and a thunk as he set it down on the floor by the bed. You gasped, realising what he was going to do.

“Din, what-”

He shushed you gently. “Nothing’s keeping us apart now,” the sound of Din’s unmodulated voice wracked your body with goosebumps. He could feel your skin prick up beneath his hands as he lay them on your upper arms. “I can finally give you everything you deserve, and I don’t need to break my creed to do it.”

“Din-” your voice wavered, hands beginning to tremble. It was finally happening. Din was here in front of you, his face exposed, more vulnerable than he had ever been yet feeling so right. He trusted you so much, letting down his guard for you only. His hands slid from your upper arms to meet your hands with his, carefully bringing them up to meet his face. There was no resistance this time, no cold metal barrier to block you from the warmth of his skin. Your breath hitched as your fingers met short stubble, the gentle scratch pleasant, familiar despite being new.

“I’m here, Cyar’ika. I’m all yours, every part of me.”

Slowly you moved your hands to trace his features, running over his jaw, across his cheekbones, up to his brow. He was perfect. Everything you had ever dreamed. Your lack of vision made you more sensitive to every touch, more goosebumps pricking your skin as his eyelashes fluttered against the side of your thumb. Your final destination was his lips, tracing your thumb across his lower one, the smooth, plump skin trembling beneath your touch.

“Din,” you spoke for the third time, his name the only word you could muster. The word left your lips more as a sigh than speech.

“Kiss me,” he breathed, the words sending a shiver through both of you.

You couldn’t stay apart from him any longer, tilting your head to unite yourselves as one. His lips pressed smoothly into yours as though they had been made to fit, tenderly meeting each other with all the love in the world. You heard Din’s breath hitch, his hands wrapping around you to pull you into his lap. You cupped his jaw, thumbs stroking it adoringly. Neither of you even thought of separating, moving your lips together in a wordless declaration of love. After a moment you were both robbed of breath, having to pull away to pant against each others mouths, foreheads pressed together, eyes closed.

You didn’t move from that position until the next morning, spending the whole night straddling Din’s lap, making up for all the kisses that you hadn’t shared before. Your Mandalorian loved you, and he’d do anything to prove that until his dying day.

#din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #mando x reader

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hellotherekenobi · 3 years

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hi kara!!!!!! i went swimming today in my new little swimmy suit. how do u think obi wan would react to u having a sunburn? hmmm thoughts are being thunk 🤔

cady darling!! hello!! i hope you had a lovely swim in your new little swimmy suit.

HOW OBI-WAN REACTS TO YOU GETTING SUNBURN:

so naturally, Obi-Wan is going to look at you with the first instinct of ouch and the second of “why didn’t you put on any sunscreen??”

he’d be very gentle with you, especially if it’s so bad that you yelp a little bit each time you move. he hates seeing you in pain.

whether it’s a trick you taught him or he already knows (but let’s be honest, you had to teach the poor burnt strawberry when he came back from Tatooine as a padawan—the creases of his frown stay tanned to his skin long after that), Obi-Wan doesn’t hesitate to help apply Aloe Vera or any other kind of ointment onto your skin.

he’s there to help in anyway he can, at any time of day or night.

one night he’s stuck in a council meeting, but when you open your bedroom door there’s a new tub of cooling gel wrapped in a very flimsy bow (bless his heart for trying.)

if you’re the kind of person who uses curse words like verbs, Obi-Wan would be wheezing with laughter at how frustrated you get third day in.

depending on where your sunburn is gets different reactions from him. on your shoulders, back, arms, face? he’s so so gentle, so gentle to help. but on your legs, lower back, chest? he’s blushing about as red as a sunburn on him.

it’s an early day in when he can see you squirming in your seat on a mission away with him, face scrunched up in pain. he can’t reach over to help—hell, he doesn’t have any Aloe Vera in his cloak pockets—and he doesn’t want to embarrass you by saying anything, so he does the next best thing.

he stretches out with the Force and places a cold hand on your burn.

it’s amazing. you almost gasp at how nice it feels, and he’s going to get creases on his face again if he keeps smiling at you like that.

#sunburn hurts sm #especially on your back for us women who wear BRAS #but i hope you have been well hun!! miss you heaps <33 #:obianswers #cady tag #headcanon #:writings

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clickbait-official · 3 years

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mbc

from @artwitch28's headcannons

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tw: implied/referenced abuse, depressive themes, and transphobia

---

Endeavor was a stuck up little bitch.

Not that a lot of people knew.

Oh well. He’ll get his revenge one day.

Touya sighs, setting his keys on the counter.

“Keigo! I’m home!”

The house was big- airy, if that was a word. Birdboy hated closed spaces. Touya couldn’t blame him, either; he couldn’t stand anything that looked like his “training” room.

There was a thunk upstairs as Keigo ran down to greet him.

“How was work? How was Dad?” He asks.

“Dad”, Atsuhiro Sako, was Touya’s adopted dad. They worked together under their agency, the League of Heroes. The League of Heroes were made up of heroes who were told they were villains, or considered outcasts.

“It was alright, Big sis Magne started asking people if they wanted interns.” Touya responds to his fiance.

Keigo comes up behind him, hugging him and wrapping his wings around Touya.

“Hmmm. Did you look for an intern, dove? You could get your brother~”

“I didn’t think about it, no. But there’s Toga already. Did you?”

Touya can feel Keigo smile into his shoulder.

“There’s one with a bird quirk.”

“Oh, I see.” Touya smirks.

His stomach rumbles as he does.

“Aww, does my little birdie need some food?” Keigo says, a twinkle in his eye. “I’ll go get you some.”

He grabs his hand and leads him to the kitchen.

They look through the fridge, then the freezer.

“Chinken nuggets?” Keigo asks, after a beat of silence.

“You did not just reference that, again.”

And Keigo laughs, loud and clear. Touya thinks it’s the prettiest thing he’s ever heard.

God, he’s in deep, isn’t he?

They sit together at the counter while they wait for the food to cook. They don’t talk for a bit, just enjoying each other’s company.

“Speaking of Shoto, how’s the family? Rumi’s been talking ‘bout Fuyumi a lot.” Keigo says, taking the pan out of the oven.

“Oh my goodness- remember that crusty kid I was talking to you about? He’s dating Natsuo.” Touya deadpans, and Keigo bursts into giggles.

“God, he could do so much better! And he chose the crustiest kid on this side of Japan!” He rants, Keigo staring from across the table.

“Hana’ll kill you for that.”

Touya sighs again, knowing that he was right. “Yeah, I know. I still don’t know why Natsuo chose her crusty brother, but he’s happy. And it gets him out of the house, too.”

Keigo nods. “Away from Endeavor.”

“Away from Endeavor.”

They sit for a while in silence at that. Touya knows Keigo used to idolize Endeavor, and he knows why.

God, out of all people, couldn’t Keigo have a good childhood?

At least he’s not hurting now.

The sun has fallen, and they’re laying on their bed.

The moonlight filters through the curtains. Keigo’s been asleep for a while now.

The slightest breeze drifts into the room.

If we lived in a harsher world, we’d be so much more cruel.

Oh, what a beautiful night to be alive with you.

---

Touya brings Keigo into the agency. He’d been curious about how it worked- the League was unprecedented.

Touya hoped he’d want to join too. He wouldn’t mind his soon-to-be husband patrolling with him.

Hero work is a dangerous game to play, after all.

The League of Heroes’s building is not very intimidating. It’s survived thunderstorms, 52 mental breakdowns (not by the same person), and now the prank the entire League is in on.

It’s time for the hero charts.

Showtime.

It had taken so much bribing, from the poor intern that worked for one of the higher ups, to one of the higher ups themselves.

Touya could only hope it was worth it.

Oh, it was worth it.

On live television, in front of nearly the entire world, Enji Todoroki, known as Endeavor, had gotten massively pranked.

First, it was the glitter. Then, the water balloons and the rainbow slime. After that, it was the chicken and the three fire extinguishers.

And of course, copious amounts of cheese.

And it was all filmed. It was all broadcasted to a live audience.

Oh- and everyone knew who did it.

But there was no evidence.

God, Touya loved trashing Endeavwhore (and that’s an insult to sex workers).

It was the night after when Twice suggested something Touya had never thought of before.

The night was young, fireflies just beginning to come out. They were on the balcony, drinking and catching up like family would.

“Hey,” He said, “Why don’t you sue him? Get your bro outta that place and over here.”

Twice was a genius.

Twice was a goddamn genius.

Headlines were all over the place. “Endeavor gets sued?” “Enji Todoroki- an abusive piece of shit?” “Endeavor loses custody!”

God, the journalists were having a fucking field day with this. Touya can’t blame them, though.

The day was beautiful. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming, and little kids were running around outside. Keigo was sitting next to him, listening to his music. Touya finished up some paperwork to finally, finally get his siblings out from under Endeavor.

Thankfully, there was enough evidence to prove he was at least neglectful. People could finally see just how much of an asshole he was, and how high his civilian casualty and endangerment rates are.

There was one teeny, tiny, thing.

The Commission.

The only reason Endeavor was still in the top ten is because of that fucking Commission.

God, he hated the Commission. The things they did to Keigo, the scars that still remain on his psyche.

Fuck the Commission.

It just- It made him so angry. The way Toga and Spinner were treated, how Twice wasn’t able to get help until he became a hero- God, he hated it.

And he didn’t even know how bad it was! He was sheltered from Quirkist attitudes. Well, as sheltered as you can be, living with Endeavor as a dad.

He only knew a little bit of how much they had suffered under this system. He knew there was something more to how Twice always stayed in his hero costume, or how Magne avoided that one part of town. How Toga stared at that one schoolyard for a little too long before walking away.

And he hated it. So, so much.

Fuck the Commission.

---

It’s Touya’s first free day. The hecticness of moving all of his sibling’s stuff into their house was crazy. Who knew that keeping a house was so hard? Not him, that’s who.

So, like any rational person, he goes out to catch up with a close friend.

He had met her during his time at U.A. Her name was Hana Shimura. They bonded through their shitty parents. She was the older sister of the crusty fuck, Tenko.

Why did Natsuo decide to date him? He'll never know.

Somehow or another, the conversation went from how their days went to when Tenko got his quirk.

“Yeah, he decayed the dog! Thankfully he froze up after, so I got Mom. If he didn’t freeze up, I’d be dead.”

The way she had said it- so casually...She probably was terrified at the time.

“There was a UA student that helped him, too. Oboro? I think that was his name...Anyway, Oboro really helped him! He’s kinda a father to him, if I’m being honest.” She went on, telling Touya how proud of Tenko she was.

How he had become a search and rescue hero, which he already knew, and using his quirk he had helped so many people! Because he can decay the debris trapping civilians and rescue them!

They walk down the street, still talking about their siblings and generally how life was going.

They were gonna meet up with Twice. There was a new restaurant that he noticed during his patrols.

Touya heard it was pretty good from Fuyumi and Rumi.

It looked pretty nice, too. He’d walked by it a few times.

“So how is Twice, anyway? I don’t hear much from him these days.” Hana says, pushing open the door to the restaurant.

“Guess you’ll find out, huh?”

Twice is sitting at an empty table in a corner. He was smart enough to change out of his hero costume, just like Touya and Hana.

He lifts his head as they get closer to the table.

“Hey guys! How’ve you been!” He greets them as they sit down.

“Good, good. We were talking about my brother, Tenko.” Hana says. Touya nods in agreement.

“And also how he got to be a hero, too.”

“Did I ever tell ya how I got to be a hero?” Twice asks them, barely containing a smile.

He never told them, well, not Touya.

Turns out, when he was having trouble with his Quirk, one of his doubles went and got a hero license. At the time he was barely of the streets, so he became a hero, joining up with Mr. Compress and Magne to create the League of Heroes.

Because why not? It kept him off the streets and he could help people like him.

A win-win for Twice.

Touya hated how his weird uncle was treated before he became a hero.

Because he was a person, like anyone else. Just a person.

So why was he treated so differently? Why didn’t people help him when he needed it?

God, Touya was so tired.

---

It’s late one night. Touya is alone with his adopted father.

“Dad, why’d you decide to be a hero?” He asks out of the blue.

Atsuhiro’s eyes mist over, and Touya worries for him. Touya’s told him all about the horrific shit he’s gone through, and he can’t help but wonder if he had gone through something horrible too.

Atsuhiro takes out a silver locket, and gently pries it open. He points at the picture inside.

“Look! It’s them…My perfect little family... That’s them! There’s my little girl, and the most beautiful person to ever exist. There they are…”

It’s silent for a moment, the only thing one could hear were the cicadas far away from here.

Touya opens his mouth, “What...What happened to them?”

“A hero. He didn’t care for protocol. He killed- He killed them! And no one believed me…” Atsuhiro trails off, looking down at the floor.

Touya can’t help but feel sorrow, too. He could’ve had a mom, another sister...

He really needs to stop adopting people.

He can’t imagine the pain Mr. Compress must’ve been in. To lose a lover, a child? Oh, it must hurt- so, so much. To lose what was essentially a part of you?

Oh, it hurts to even imagine.

“...They’re really pretty, Dad.”

“They...were both so beautiful in this picture. Toga reminds me of her, y’know? They are both so pretty, so grown-up, and have that same sense of humor…”

Touya’s not sure to who he’s referring to, but nods anyway.

Who’s he to question grieving old men?

“And the days fly by so fast now, I can’t help but feel as though I’m supposed to be insulted by it. But I can’t bring myself to care anymore…It hurts, Touya, it hurts. Sometimes...I can hardly bring myself out of bed...I feel like a ghost…”

It’s silent for a moment, before Touya speaks.

“Dad, I think you need to get help. This isn’t normal. And…I think they’d want you to be happy too, Dad. Don’t you deserve to be happy, too?”

“...I don’t know.”

“You don’t...know?”

“I don’t think I am. But...I want you to be happy. And Tenko, and Hana, and Twice, and Magne...But it’s so tiring, being happy. And I don’t know what to do!”

His sobs seem to echo through the building.

“Come on, Dad. Let’s get you help. You can get some rest.”

He leads Sako back to his house, Atsuhiro being half-asleep by the time they get home.

Mr. Compress takes the spare bedroom, and falls asleep as soon as he hits the pillow. Keigo notices Touya, and walks over to him.

“Heya dove~ How was your day?”

“Worrying. Dad...Dad needs some help. He’s got some shit going on...He’s so tired, Kei. We need to get him therapy or something.”

“Oh, baby…” Keigo whispers, but Touya is too tired to hear.

He falls asleep in his fiance’s arms, safe and sound.

---

The house is abuzz with activity when Touya wakes up. Keigo’s laughter echoes around the place, filling the air with a sense of home.

What a beautiful way to wake up.

Touya gets dressed and walks downstairs. Keigo’s in the kitchen, talking amicably with his sister, Fuyumi. Dad was smiling fondly at the sight, picking at his food. Natsuo was talking on the phone with someone, blushing a little.

Keigo turns towards him, and oh, he was so handsome.

“Good morning, dovely~”

Unbelievable. It was too early for puns.

“Ugh, no. Don’t ever make puns this early. Dad, you doing okay?”

Atsuhiro looks over at him, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“I’m doing just fine, sonny boy~”

“God, it’s too early for this shit. Keigo, get me some coffee, will you?”

“Language!” Fuyumi scolds.

Eventually the coffee is made, and tables cleaned. Breakfast is done.

Keigo helps set up an appointment with Fuyumi. She’s a part time therapist, part time substitute teacher.

Touya takes a deep breath. One day, Dad will be okay. He’ll be alright.

Time for work.

It’s a beautiful, sunny day when Touya goes on patrol again. This time with Magne and the new intern, Toga.

He already knew somewhat what the girls had gone through.

“Good morning, Magne, Toga.” He greeted them.

“Good morning!” Toga says, and then they go off.

Touya’s stuck in his thoughts as they walk to a coffee house while on break. He listens in as he reaches for the door.

“Yeah, my parents threw me out cause they didn’t think I was a girl.”

“My parents threw me out, too! I had to run away, they didn’t like my quirk very much...I got lucky, and Mom became my mom! That’s how I became a hero! How did you, big sis Magne?”

“Mr. Compress saved me from one of those fucking creeps. He let me stay with him for a while, and helped me get back on my feet. I decided to be a hero then, to help people like me.”

They sit down at one of the tables, still talking about their lives. Touya takes a bite of his muffin.

Ah, life was alright, if just for a little while.

--- requests & asks are open! (request em here) ---

@kirililbb

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xiaojuun · 2 years

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hmmm i'm thinking... i'd like junkyu junghwan vocally bc their tones are so different but i love how they sound together... mashi yedam... or mashi dobby... i'd love those dinamics as well maybe even add yoshi as well!!! ruto hyunsuk jihoon for a rap centric song with jihoon doing the vocally driven chorus... many thoughts are being thunk... yg i beg u to do this

ah yes i'm just scared bc they told us we'll be doing "activities" and we should be creative and i'm like... okay... 😭 but yeah i hope it all goes well 😩 i'm still sending in resumes for many job postings that i like, but this is an internship with a pretty cool company so 😵‍💫

~🍯

omg yesss to rutosukhoon a la 'no matter what' i would LOVE to hear it ... doshiho besties would also be so fun . truly i'll take any combo bc i think any of them would have their own charms 😌

ooo that sounds like it could be fun though ! i'm sure it feels like a lot of pressure but try not to overthink it too hard, i'm sure you'll be great. and if this one doesn't work out then that just means you're meant for something else! i certainly do Not miss applying for internships and jobs sdjnfjsn but that'll be me next year again 🤪 here's some nootnoot jihoon from my extensive collection for emotional support :

#sometimes I’m like wow anyone scrolling through my phone . hm BEHSHS #90% kpop boys of which 40% ji 40% yeppi donghyun and 10% other biases lol #erimail #mail from: mimu! 🍯#long post

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workingforitallthetime · 3 years

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@ticklefighthockey tagged me to share a line from my current WIP. i have three i’m actively writing in right now, and i need to start just posting jack/ty scenes for funsies because they probably won’t ever become an entire fic. here, have this bit from the 2022-23 season. hmmm who hasn’t been tagged maybe @bigbrotherlouis?

“Hey.” It’s not like Jack to remember it at all. It’s the kind of thing somebody else will put on his calendar, safe for him to forget about until the notification pops up. But a couple of days later, on their way home from morning skate, something about Ty fishing his key out of his pocket reminds him. “Hey, Erika’s coming to do an apartment tour thing.” Ty’s always the one who unlocks their door, just because he always remembers to get out his key while they’re still in the elevator. “I told her Wednesday would work.”

“Like, content?” Ty pauses with his key still in the deadbolt. “You think that’s a good idea?”

Jack hitches his backpack up one shoulder. “The cleaners come that morning, right?”

“Yeah, but.” Ty opens the door and tosses his keyring on the table in the entryway. Jack follows him inside and down the hall, dumping his backpack on the floor. Ty leans his shoulder against the wall where the hallway opens up into the main space of the apartment. He crosses his arms. “Like… look at it.”

Jack tries to pretend he’s never seen their place before, scanning it for anything eye-catching. No obvious liquor bottles. Edibles buried in the back of the freezer. There’s a lot of shoes lying around at the moment, but the cleaners will line them up.

Nothing out of the ordinary, just a basic living room/dining room/kitchen, with the walls interspersed with a haphazard assortment of framed pucks and team photos and shadowboxed medals. Jack used to keep that shit in his bedroom, but when Ty carried in the frame with the puck from his 100th point, Jack hammered it up in the living room. It had a nice picture from Ty’s goal that night, big dopey grin on his face. Ty chirped him about it and Jack hung his Olympic medal next to it, just to be obnoxious about it. Ty wrestled the hammer from him and added his gold medal from world juniors, the one thing he’s got on Jack. They kept up the arms race until the walls were covered. It’s not exactly organized, but so what. They’re hockey players, not interior decorators. He shrugs at Ty.

Ty makes a little circling gesture with one finger, like go on.

Jack rolls his eyes. He doesn’t bother opening the door to the guest suite off the living room, since it’s just blank. It’s the third bedroom they’ll have to clean up, for sure. He heads down the hallway between the kitchen and the dining space and leans his head in. Foam rollers on the floor, golf bags in the corner, a mess of all the clothes and gear and paperwork that doesn’t fit anywhere else in the apartment. A bunch of Devils-branded workout clothes and some resistance bands are piled on the bed, along with some stacks of maybe junk mail/maybe not that both of them keep forgetting to deal with. Nobody’s slept there since… since Case got sent to Binghamton and never really came back, he guesses. Early on last season.

It’s not until Jack crosses the hallway to the master suite that it clicks. It’s the double sinks in the bathroom that do it, each of them with a different set of deodorant and shaving cream and facewash clustered around the tap. He backs up, past the walk-in closet with most of their clothes crammed messily together, past the chargers and water bottles on each of the bedside tables. Past the bed where Ty fucked him for the first time a year ago.

Jack thunks the side of his head against the bedroom door frame. “Well, shit.”

Ty comes up behind him. “Cleaners aren’t gonna solve that one.”

“Goddamn, we’re really not apartment tour material, huh?” Jack leans back against Ty and laughs past the tightness in his chest. He really did come that close to letting team media in here, without a second thought, blowing it all wide open. When did the apartment even get like this? So obvious? So... couple-y?

It wasn’t last year, when Case was their roommate for that bit of time. Or over the summer, when Luke stayed there for development camp. It probably started when Ty got back for camp in the fall, letting go of his suitcases when Jack crashed into him so hard the front door rattled in its frame. He pressed his entire body against Ty’s for the first time in three months and swore he wasn’t doing this next summer. They could stay here, train here. Or he could go to Canada, whatever. Ty walked him backwards toward bed, and the suitcases stayed in the entryway, and as they got gradually unpacked the contents mostly ended up in Jack’s bedroom and Ty’s bedroom stayed summer-empty.

#luke moves in #might as well have a fic tag even if this one is only for my own amusement

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gumnut-logic · 4 years

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This is @godsliltippy ‘s fault because she was so kind to me and posted Pocket Virgil to help me through the day. Above is the original three clips, of which Pocket Virgil is part of Clip Two. After watching Pocket Virgil try again and again with no success, I kinda wanted to help him, so this fic happened.

Total meta crack, that really didn’t go anywhere, but hopefully will be fun nonetheless. Certain laws of both physics and worldbuilding were totally ignored, so there may be some brain frying concept-wise.

This is for Thunderfam and for all the kindness you continue to bestow upon me. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You guys are amazing. ::hugs you all::

Leave sense at the door. I hope you enjoy it :D

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Virgil Tracy was grumpy.

He knew this idea was good an all and he fully supported Lady Penelope when she suggested they document some of their rescues for the general public.

But not once...not once! Did she mention that he would be dragged out of bed before the sun, thrown on a set to perform, and the only coffee they would provide would be thimble-sized, consequently cold and allocated to break times.

At the moment, ‘break’ was definitely a keyword. Sans coffee, Virgil Tracy was quite ready to do something of the kind to the director.

“Now, Virgil, I know you’re tired, but you are the calm brother, the respected peacemaker of the family. Snarling at the camera isn’t quite in character.”

In character? He was playing himself, for goodness sake. He was in character, character sans coffee! Across the studio, he eyed the Tracy villa swimming pool and wondered if there was a possibility of filling it with coffee.

“Can we try again?”

Virgil grunted at the director. Bet he had had his coffee. Bet he was allowed to access that wondrous machine up so high on that shelf. Bet he hadn’t given one thought to how his precious Tracys might feel about the matter.

Yeah, Virgil Tracy was not in a very good mood at all.

The director stood up from the set and stepped away to be half hidden by the camera again.

Virgil lowered Two’s hatch and climbed aboard. All prepared to launch Two with a smile.

He grit his teeth.

Backing her up into her hangar again, he closed the cliff face and waited for the call.

“Action!”

Practised fingers went through their motions and Two cruised out onto her runway under the fake sunlight.

A poke at a control and the palm trees moved aside...not quite the way they did at home, but well enough...and Two taxied towards her ramp.

“Cut!”

Oh, for the love of...what now?!

“Virgil, you are grinding your teeth. I would say we could mute it in post, but you look like you want to kill someone. You’re the valiant hero, the gentle giant, not Hannibal Lecter daydreaming about dinner!” Virgil stared up at him through the windows. Usually, Virgil would be mortified, but it was barely past 7am, he had been up late for a real rescue last night, hadn’t slept well, and there was no damned coffee!

The director stared at him a moment longer before throwing up his hands. “Okay, you know what? Take fifteen, go find some coffee, for all our sakes.” He ended that with a glare and turned away calling the crew to a halt.

Virgil sat there staring at the replica of his ‘bird’s controls. He had been in the real thing last night. Saved sixteen lives.

He was just tired and not really being fair to anyone, including himself.

He just wanted coffee. Please, I just need coffee.

If his inner voice sounded like a dehydrated man in a desert pleading for water, it was just being honest.

The thing was that the crew had coffee. In that machine on the shelf. Sure, the cup was bigger than he was, but it might be just enough to put his brain to rights.

But he couldn’t reach the button to activate it. In fact, the one time he had tried, some smart ass on set had filmed him jumping up, trying to reach it. It had made the rounds until it hit Gordon, who then promptly made sure the rest of the world had the opportunity to enjoy laughing at his brother.

But then Gordon still didn’t know who poured dye in his pool...while he was in it.

The full body make-up his brother had to wear that day to hide the purple was almost worth it.

But coffee...god, he needed coffee. If only he could extend his reach. If only he could grip the cup...

Virgil blinked.

The solution was obvious. Oh my god. He felt like kicking himself for not thinking of it before. You idiot!

There was one piece of equipment he had brought on set that wasn’t fake.

It was here for two reasons. The first was that it was built for Virgil, only he could wear it and it was cheaper to just wear the real thing than to build a poorly functional duplicate. Secondly, Virgil preferred to have one on hand as often as possible, just in case, and since they had been spending so much time in Aotearoa on set, he had stashed one with the lead model maker for safe keeping.

He exited the fake Two and leapt out onto the runway. The fact that one of the set hands saw him and immediately made herself scarce was kind of depressing. He had been a grumpy bear this morning.

But that was all about to be solved.

He eyed the director and, making sure the man wasn’t looking, grabbed one of the discarded thimble-sized coffee cups and slipped away towards prop storage.

It was a hike and he had to dodge wheels and staff who didn’t see him. Those who did all immediately looked at their watches and, just like the set hand earlier, hurried out of his sight.

Maybe he was beginning to get a reputation.

Serve them right for not giving him coffee!

He found his helmet and his exosuit exactly where he expected them to be. Some neurotic librarian type had attached a huge name tag with a barcode onto it.

Virgil’s shoulder mounted laser took care of that.

It was almost comforting to slide on the equipment. The surety of its strength settling on his shoulders, its weight snug at his hips and ankles.

He sighed.

Of course, that one moment of relaxation was interrupted by Steven, the lead model maker, suddenly bursting into the room.

“I don’t know, Scott. That sounds kind of dangerous. The real Thunderbird One might be able to handle you surfing it, but I’m not too sure of the mockups.”

“I’ll talk to Brains. We’ll make it happen.”

“Why are you feeling the need to surf on the outside anyway?”

“Because it looks cool?” Scott cleared his throat. “Ah, because that is what happened during the incident we are portraying and accuracy is important.”

Virgil hunched down behind a scarily accurate model of that moon buggy Scott was always raving about. He dared not move because the wheeze of the suit’s hydraulics was far too familiar a sound to hide from his brother.

But then, since Scott was buzzing around at Steven’s eye height thanks to one of his jetpacks, his older brother really didn’t have a single leg to stand on.

Mostly because he apparently didn’t need them.

Virgil found himself grinding his teeth again.

He really needed coffee.

“You actually surfed on the outside of Thunderbird One?”

“Well, yeah.”

“That is so cool, man.”

“That’s what I said!”

Steven reached past Virgil’s hiding spot and picked up one of the fake explorer pods and Virgil remembered that he was supposed to clamber up the side of an equally fake mountain later in the morning.

Hell, coffee was mandatory.

Fortunately, Steven appeared to have everything he needed and both he and Scott left almost immediately after that, Scott coming as close to raving as Virgil had ever heard him, babbling about surfing on One.

Sounded about right. Scott and Alan might as well have been twins if it wasn’t for their age difference.

They both gave Virgil grey hair.

But then so did Gordon.

John was easier, cool and calm and sensible most of the time. But that just meant that when he did slide off the rails, he did a proper job of it, likely taking most of them with him.

Hmmm, must remember to grab some more hair dye on the way home tonight.

With the coast clear, he secured his thimble cup to his suit and made a run for it.

He made it across the floor to the blessed coffee machine without interruption this time, though he had to admit, his suit was much noisier than he had realised. But a good percentage of the crew were focused on that scene Scott was filming.

He could still hear his brother declaring that he knew his stunts better than any stunt man.

Virgil had to agree. If anyone was capable of surfing Thunderbird One, it was Scott.

The idiot.

Now, not only was he doing stupid stunts to save people, but now just to show off.

Virgil had a good mind to kick his ass. He was as bad as Alan.

No, correction. Alan wasn’t that stupid.

Virgil found himself taking a step in his big brother’s direction and it was only the wheeze of his suit that made him realise exactly what he was doing.

Coffee, goddamnit, he needed coffee!

Without a second thought, he fired a grapple line up to the bench top and was gratified it secured with a thunk. Pulling himself up with the right equipment was so much more efficient than the equivalent pseudo rock climbing he had had to do last time.

Before he knew it, he was up there standing next to the huge dispenser of coffee. He gazed up at it for a moment and blessed its existence.

But unfortunately, Sadie who had been kind enough to set it up for him last time wasn’t available.

Hell, if his assistant hadn’t been called away at the last minute, he would have gotten his coffee that day. As it was, the director had found out about the incident when Virgil arrived late on set and had given Sadie a dressing down that involved images of Tracy brothers falling into giant vats of coffee and being boiled alive.

As if Virgil would be that stupid.

Boiling himself would be such a waste of good coffee.

But there were no more attempts at giant coffees for Virgil Tracy from that point on. It was banned.

So, this time, he had to set it up himself.

He was consequently reassured that yes, he was really good with his tools. The suit hummed in appreciation as he made it do what he needed it to do and despite dropping coffee granules all over himself at one point – he was considering eating them off the counter, but then considered that a caffeine overdose wasn’t wise – he set up the machine ready to dispense some black heaven.

The teacup he had used last time had been pushed away to one side, but his exosuit made it a simple job to manipulate it into position so he could stand on it.

With the extension of his claw, he easily reached up and hit the green button.

It was a pleasure just to hear the coffee machine start up.

He was seriously tempted to take off his helmet and breathe in the gloriousness that was the scent of brewing coffee, but he still had to get that coffee cup into a position from which it would be safe for him to drink.

He may be coffee and sleep deprived but he wasn’t an idiot.

So, he stood there watching the coffee machine make the drink of the gods.

It was a little mesmerising.

And then the process was complete. The machinery quietened and the coffee cup sat waiting for him.

He didn’t hesitate.

It took both claws and a secure grapple to the shelf above the bench for stability, but he manoeuvred the cup down onto the bench top.

Steam fogged up his helmet as he looked down from atop the upturned teacup, so finally, he broke the seals and lifted it off his head.

Oh.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

He almost melted on the spot.

The smell was heady, intoxicating. Drowning in the dark liquid no longer seemed a bad idea.

He leant over a little further.

Ohhhhhhhhhh, it was just too good.

“Virgil! What the hell do you think you are doing?!”

It was Scott’s voice. Unmistakeable.

He would want to take away his coffee.

No.

No!

Not his precious coffee!

His brother flew up onto the bench and alighted without a sound. “Virgil!”

Virgil hissed at him. “Go away.”

That earned him a worried frown. “That’s not safe.”

Screw safe, he wanted coffee. He unhooked his thimble cup from his waist and reaching down, scooped up some blessed, steaming liquid manna.

It was hot.

It was delicious.

He poured it down his throat.

Oh, god, yessssss.

Another scoop and he sculled some more. His tongue scalded a little, but he didn’t care.

More.

He was guzzling like a dying man at water filled oasis.

“Virgil?”

“Virgil!”

And suddenly the coffee cup disappeared.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

He over balanced and would have fallen if it wasn’t for a sudden thunk of a grapple on the back of his suit.

He looked up to find Scott securing his grapple line to a coffee cup hook underneath the overhead shelf as Virgil teetered on the edge of his teacup, barely prevented from falling by the cable’s connection to his suit.

And there was no more coffee.

No.

Please.

“I need coffee.”

Scott floated down to Virgil’s eye level and Virgil realised exactly who had taken the coffee cup away.

The director was standing behind his big brother.

Virgil was in so much shit.

Damnit.

“I just want coffee.”

Scott was frowning at him. “Are you okay, Virgil?”

“DO I LOOK OKAY?!”

Um, that may have come out a little bit louder than intended. But then he was hanging partly suspended from an empty coffee cup hook.

Much quieter. “I just need coffee.”

Scott’s eyes were wide. “I think you’ve had enough coffee.”

No, he needed more. Buckets more. “Please, Scott.”

“Uh, no. We’re going home.”

Virgil blinked. “What?”

But Scott had turned away and was talking quietly to the director.

Virgil caught a glimpse of something shiny out the corner of his eye and turned to find a single drop of deep brown gold suspended from the coffee dispenser.

Coffee!

Without thought he leapt for it.

Perhaps it was a good thing that Scott actually did think, because a yank on that grapple line probably prevented Virgil from being scalded.

“What the hell, Virg?!”

He blinked as he hung fully suspended by his brother’s grapple line, swinging slowly back and forth, one very unhappy commander glaring at him.

Umm, yeah, maybe that was taking it a step too far.

Scott’s words were firm. “Shed the suit and go and sit in the car.”

“Sco-“

“Now.” Blue fire lasered him where he hung.

Virgil gave in with a single nod.

Scott lowered him to the bench top and Virgil dropped the suit with a clatter. He stomped off in a huff as Sadie was called over the PA system to come and assist him.

He only wanted a decent coffee, for crying out loud.

After all, Gordon did get that massive hot dog the other day, and John had slept in his bagel, for goodness sake.

Why couldn’t he have his coffee?

It just wasn’t fair.

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FIN.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Scott Tracy #crazy meta #meta crack #meta #nutty is nuts #he just wants coffee

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queen--kenobi · 3 years

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“Can you please…? Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe put a shirt on?!”

With Bo Sinclair pleeeaaseeee!!!

I feel like he wouldn’t wear a shirt ever but like who would want him to???

Anyway thanks!!!!

“Bo!” You call down one of the many corridors underneath Ambrose. It’s hot in the tunnel, hotter than it is outside. You guess something electrical must have gone haywire. The dim lights weren’t helping you much, but then you saw a flashlight. A ‘thunk,’ followed by a curse in a distinctive accent makes you smile. You head down the narrow hallway. The light from the flashlight is coming from an alcove off to the side. You wrinkle your nose. It smells like smoke. You don’t see any, which is good news. Still, it gets gradually hotter the further you go down the hall.

“Hey, Bo. I wanted to tell you that the lights from the movie theater aren’t working, so you might want to look at that while you’re... down here.” You round the corner and stop abruptly. Your tone trails off. Bo’s kneeling in front of an array of wires. It’s hot, hotter than it was. You aren’t sure if it’s because of the heat from the exposed wires or because Bo has his shirt off. His back is to you, so you can’t see his chest, but you can still marvel at his back. You knew he had more muscle than he let on, but seeing it for yourself was something different. His shoulders alone made your knees go slightly weak.

He must have heard you because he looks over his shoulder. His lips twitch upward slightly, so you know he caught you blatantly checking him out. You clear your throat and turn around. You hope he didn’t see the blush that colors your cheeks.

“What’s wrong, darling?” He drawls, and oooohhhh. You hate him right now.

“Can you please…? Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe put a shirt on?!” You try to sound less flustered than you feel. Bo makes a noise of consideration.

“Nah. I don’t think so.” He counters. “In case you haven’t noticed, it’s hotter than hell down here.”

“Sure is.” You mutter. You don’t realize that you even said them until they’re out of your mouth. They seem to linger in the air.

“What was that?” You can hear the smirk in Bo’s voice. You hazard a glance over your shoulder. He’s turned away from the wires some, so you get a partial look at his chest. The sight makes your mouth water. It takes you a minute to realize that he’s got one hand cupped around his ear, as if he’s straining to hear you. You scowl.

“I said it sure is.” You hate how flustered Bo makes you. You turn back to face the wall. “Do I need to be worried about an electrical fire?”

Bo makes a disgruntled noise. “I fuckin’ hope not.” He growls, more at the wiring than at you.

“Well, the movie theater is out. I figured you might want to know while you’re down here so you don’t have to make multiple trips.” You lick your lips. He wasn’t wrong. You could feel the heat coming from the wires along the walls.

“Thanks for tellin’ me.” He grunts. You hope he’s going back to work on the wires again. You slowly hazard a look over your shoulder. He’s focused intently on the wires once more. You let your gaze rake over him, taking him in. He’s got some scars on his back. You wonder if they’re from some of the unfortunate residents or his dad. The thought makes your heart break just a little.

“Darlin’.” Bo catches your attention once more. You snap your gaze upward, trying not to look guilty. Thankfully, he’s not looking at you. “As much as I appreciate you checkin’ me out, I’ve got work to do. So unless you plan on helping me...” He trails off meaningfully.

You swallow. Hard. “Do you... I could-” You try not to stumble over your words. “I could maybe see if there’s another spot? Where the wiring might be smoking?” You offer. “Just so you don’t have to spend extra time hunting those down.”

He shifts. You’ve turned back to look at the wall in front of you, so you can’t see him. You can absolutely feel the heat of his gaze. “Sure.” He acquiesces. “On one condition.”

You blink, surprised. Bo never let you help before now. “Yes...?”:

“Your shirt comes off too. It’s only fair.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. You splutter.

“Fuck you!” You manage before stomping out of the alcove. You hear him laugh. His laughter is cut off abruptly when you throw your shirt into the alcove. You can swear you hear a harsh intake of breath.

“Try two lefts down.” Bo tells you. His tone is somewhat husky, which makes you smirk. “The older wiring for the movies is there.”

#bo sinclair x reader #Ask prompts #Listen Bo without a shirt can only be made hotter if he's working on something mechanical #without a shirt on

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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“On the Edge”verse - Stern and Barclay act out a scene where Stern, trying to hide that he’s a Sylph, shows up in Barclay’s, a famous cryptozoologist who is trying to find and document the werewolf, room late at night to intimidate him into leaving town. He tells Barclay that he is an FBI agent undercover at the lodge and that having any kind of reporter could jeopardize his mission. Barclay tells him to fuck off and things get heated, Stern accidentally gets revealed as the werewolf and tries another method of intimidation. NSFW, please

Here you go! For folks who want to know, On the Edge is my reverse AU. You can read this as a standalone as long as you know that Barclay is a human cook and amateur cryptid hunter and Stern is a Sylph. Barclay is trans, and has had top surgery and phallo.

“What would you’ve done if I made it back and shared that footage I got of you?” Barclay asks from his favorite spot in the world; laid out on his boyfriends furry torso, watching him try to do a crossword puzzle without tearing the pages on his claws.

“After Mama read me the riot act, I would have tried to get it back from you before you could put it online.”

“You realize it woulda looked hella suspicious if the Lodge Manager was suddenly trying to get me to turn over my camera. Or, like, snooping in my room.”

“Hmmm” Joseph sets the puzzle book and pen aside, scratching Barclay’s back lightly through his shirt, “I would have come up with a cover story. I’m not bad at those.”

“Babe, I love you, but you’re one of the worst actors I’ve ever met.”

“That’s in roleplay. Cover stories are different; I’m me, but in a different context. I could have pretended to be an FBI Agent, for instance.”

“Oh fuck that’s hot.” Barclay groans.

“Yeah? In that case, big guy, I have an idea...”

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Joseph adjusts his tie, smooths down his lapels, and knocks on the door. A click-thunk of the deadbolt and it swings open, revealing his favorite Lodge resident. Barclay is a lumberjack pin-up come to life, complete with short beard and a fondness for plaid. He’s gentle to a fault, an amazing cook, and taller than Stern (when he’s human, of course). His size features frequently in the unhelpful part of Sterns brain dedicated to fantasizing about his future mate.

“Hey, you’re up kinda late.” Barclay smiles at him. His auburn hair is tied back, his thick, blue bathrobe tied tight, and for a moment Stern is tongue-tied.

When he collects himself, he crowds the other man back into the room, “It’s because something important has come up.”

“Do you have a sec before you get into it? I have something I gotta show you. You know how I’ve been on the trail of those werewolf sightings? I finally got lucky and got footage of it. An honest to god werewolf, Joseph, can you believe it.”

“Yes” he says, grimly, “that’s why I’m here. I, um, haven’t been honest with you. I’m not just the manager here at Amnesty. I’m an FBI agent with the department of Unexplained Phenomenon, and I’ve been investigating the strange goings-on in Kepler for years.”

“But...but that’s great! We can work together, with my footage and your resources, we could finally prove the existence of cryptids.” Barclay grabs his arms, beaming.

Joseph shrugs them off, “No, it’s not good at all. Barclay, I’ve dedicated my life to this mission. Any kind of publicity could put it all at risk, and that is not something I will allow. Which is why” he holds out his hand, “you’re going to give me the footage.”

Barclay balks, “Like hell I am. You wanna talk about life’s work? Half my profession thinks I’m crazy, and I’ve spent years wandering around every fucking backwater town, chasing every half-baked, wild-ass lead in hopes of finding the truth. This footage is it, it’s everything I’ve worked for, and no one is taking it from me.”

“If you don’t hand it over, I’ll charge you with interference in goverment business.”

“Fucking try it.” Barclay brings them toe to toe, glaring down at him, “the man in black shit’s never scared me.”

“It should. I know you’ve heard theories about what we do to people who know too much, and some of them are true.”

“I thought you were better than this, Joseph. I thought you were on my side.”

“I could be, if you cooperate. I don’t want to do this, any of this, but my mission is to valuable to let you post that video.”

Brown eyes dart towards the cookie-cutter dresser, the same one in each room of the lodge. Atop this one is a SIM card. Joseph is just a little faster than Barclay, grabbing the card the instant before the taller man grabs him.

“Get your hands off me!’

“Give me back my fucking stuff!”

Joseph pushes off the dresser, nearly sending them both to the floor, “No, I have it, it’s goverment property now!”

A laugh that Barclay just manages to cover with a growl, “That’s not how that works, asshole!”

“Face facts Barclay, the footage is mine, and I’m going to get rid of it.”

Barclay grabs his wrist, twisting it to try and free the card, “Over my dead fucking body!”

Joseph shoves him away, discovers two things at once: Barclay has the card, and his enchanted bracelet is on the floor. The suit rips as reality shifts, black fabric hanging, tattered, as the tie snaps and drops onto the rug.

“Hah!” Barclay’s eyes are on the plastic square in his palm. It’s not until he hears the growl that he glances up, “fuck!”

“Over your dead body?” Joseph bares his teeth, “that can be arranged.”

Barclay stumbles backwards, too focused on the werewolf stalking towards him to watch his step. His knees catch the edge of the bed and he falls onto it with a yelp. Keeps crawling, as if the headboard and wall will just dissolve when he hits them, rather than trap him. Or maybe he’s planning to hide under the cover. Joseph doesn’t really care, his plan allows for plenty of contingencies.

“You, you’re the one. The wolf in the video.”

“That’s right.” He reaches out, plucks the card from Barclays fingers. Waits until he’s watching to snap it in half and toss the pieces into the trash, “hmm, that was much easier. Maybe I should have started with this plan. I avoided it due to the downsides.”

“Like?” Barclay is gradually flattening against the headboard.

“Like the fact that if you know the whole truth about me, I can’t let you leave.”

“Joseph, please-”

“I didn’t want to do this, but you didn’t leave me much choice.”

“I’m gonna call for help, someone’ll hear me-”

“Everyone at the Lodge knows the truth about me, knows I’m getting that footage tonight. They won’t come to help you, not matter what they hear through the walls.” He snarls, grabbing Barclay’s ankles and yanking him flat on his back. Fear spikes though the air, sharp and acid in his nose. The sweeter scent of arousal floats behind it. He ignores that part; it must be coming from another room.

“I’ll be quick, I promise.”

Barclay pulls a pillow protectively across his chest, “Wait! T-there’s a duplicate if the video. I burned it to another drive just in case. If, if you kill me, it’ll always be out there, waiting for someone to find it.”

Joseph cocks his head, “That does put us at an impasse.”

“If you promise not to hurt me, I’ll give it to you AHgod” He whimpers as Joseph crawls up his body, nudging the robe open with his snout as he scents the arousal once more. It’s undoubtedly coming from the man under him.

He drags his tongue up Barclay’s throat, grips his chin to force him to keep it exposed as he snuffles and licks at it, “That’s fair. And I have a further, um, incentive for you. You” he growls low in Barclay’s ear, chuckles when he squirms, “monsterfucker.”

“Do you mean you’ll, uh” his voice creeps up an octave, “fuck me? Like, fuck me fuck me?”

“Yes, needy boy, it does.”

“Drive’s in the bottom of my suitcase, in the trick bottom of the black pair of boots.”

Joseph laughs, “That didn’t take long. I’ll deal with it later.” He flips Barclay onto his stomach with ease, “right now I have a handsome human to handle.”

“Yes, fuck, please handle me babe, please. Wanted you to touch me for months.” Barclay flails his robe off.

“Yeah?” Joseph ghosts his claws up and down the human’s sides, “does the werewolf thing add to that desire?”

“Yes” the blush spreads up his back, “I just, I want you so bad Joseph, in any form, every form.”

“Was that what you were thinking of when you put this in?” Joseph presses his thumb down on the blue, silicone plug nestled in Barclays’ ass.

“Look, jerking off to you is an important part of my nightly routine.”

“I do love a man with a schedule.” He squeezes his ass in both hands, admiring the pinpricks of red from his claws. Barclay whimpers, pushes his hips up as Joseph goes for another handful.

“I see someone likes to be submissive.”

“Fuck yeah, wanna be held down, roughed up, wanna do what I’m told.”

“Oh? Does this fit the bill?” Joseph blankets himself over the human, letting him feel how he dwarfs him.

“Uhhuh, fuck, fuck that’s so fucking hot.”

The werewolf noses the base of his neck, draws his lips back to bite it. It doesn’t break the skin, but it clearly communicates that Barclay cannot get away unless Joseph allows it. It’s rude, an inelegant sign of dominance over a partner, but Barclay has not been well-behaved tonight. And from the sounds spilling out of his chest, he likes the threat of teeth on tender skin.

Joseph rolls his hips, grinding until his cock perks up. As soon as it bumps him, Barclay reaches off the side of the bed, retrieving a bottle of lube from the bedside table.

“Glad you have a large bottle. We’re going to need it.” He works the plug out, hums approvingly when he finds it on the larger end. Dumps a handful of lube onto his cock, trying not to think of how much laundry this will all generate.

“On your knees and raise your hips. Good boy.” He works the tip in, Barclay moaning the entire time.

“More, I want more, please” the human pushes back, cried out in delight when he gains another inch. Joseph is keenly aware that his tongue is starting to loll out as he watches Barclay spread wider and wider on his cock. It’s been years since he fucked a human this way, and the tight warmth has him panting in no time.

“So, should I, ahfuck, expect your next book to include a chapter on the mating habits of werewolves?” Joseph teases, pulling Barclay’s hair free of it’s tie so he can bury is face in it, scenting him in new ways.

“Y-yeah but it’s, it’s gonnaFUCK, be like a fucking sentence, max, because the other is too busy getting his brains fucked out to research.”

“Why not do both at once?” He grips the human tight, hauls him upright and turns them ninety degrees to face the mirror on the closet door. Barclay takes one look at the clawed hands grabbing his chest and waist and tips his head back to moan loud enough that Joseph’s ears perk up. The fact he just slid another inch down his cock may also be a factor.

“Now” Joseph skates a hand down his tan, hairy belly, stops to tease his cock once before continuing lower, tilting the human so he can clearly see the cock thrusting into him, “you’ll notice that you’re hitting the protoknot. In many instances of sex, it’s the stopping point.”

“Don’t wanna stop, wanna take it” Barclay paws at Josephs arms and thighs.

“I thought you might say that. I suggest bracing your hands on mine so you’re upper body isn’t thrown about.” He plants his hands on Barclays hips, waits for the human to follow the suggestion. Slowly, he puts more and more downward pressure on that sturdy yet oh-so-fragile frame. At the same time, he pushes his hips up, wiggling them back and forth, side to side, so the knot works in incrementally. Barclay gasps and grunts, holding him so tight that he feels his fingernails through the fur on his hands.

He gives a sharp growl and a final thrust, and bottoms out.

“AHnnnngod”

“I agree.” He dips his head, nipping and mouthing at Barclay’s shoulders. Then he grins, “if you want a sense of scale, look down.”

Barclay does, whimpering when he sees the outline of Josephs’ cock inside him.

“For such a sweet little mate, you can take an awful lot.” He starts on a slow tempo, Barclay reaching down to touch his lower belly.

“Holy shit, that’s wild. I wonder if--uh, b-babe? What’s happening.”

Joseph kisses his cheek, “Remember how I called it a protoknot?”

“It’s gonna get bigger?” There’s a fine line between excitement and hysteria, and Barclays’ voice is riding it.

“Yes. This is a reward, but it’s also insurance against you running off an revealing my existence. Keeping you stuck on my cock all night is an excellent way to keep you from acting on any second thoughts. Mmmmm, oh that’s good” he speeds up, the human bouncing in his lap, “I cannot wait to fill you up. It’s going to take all night and it’s going to be great, you’ll be covered in my marks, stuffed full of my cum, no one will doubt you’re mine.”

Barclay snickers, “Getting territorial on me, blue eyes?”

In reply, Joseph sinks his teeth into his shoulder, the thought of anyone else daring to touch his human, his Barclay, his mate, his love, driving his hips faster and faster until he spills into him, leaving no doubt as to who his ass belongs to.

“FUCKfuck, babe, baby, ohgod” Barclay wriggles, then throws his head back as Joseph closes his fingers around his cock. Turning his face leaves it half-buried in black fur, his breath warm on Josephs upper chest, “yes, that feels so good, please don’t stop, wanna cum, wanna cum on your cock.”

Joseph kisses his head, “You will, good boy, I promise.” He works him over with loving efficiency, growing more protective and affectionate with every moan and whine that Barclay tries to muffle in his chest. When the human cums he bears down and tightens, which Joseph’s body takes as a cue. He cums again as he strokes Barclay through his climax, letting out a satisfied growl at the fact he can already feel his cum starting to pool around the head of his cock.

“You’re so small” He coos, caressing every part of the human he can reach, “you’re already straining to take it. I wonder what state you’ll be in tomorrow morning.”

Barclay raises a clawed hand to his lips, kissing it before rubbing his cheek into the palm, “Only one way to find out.”

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“Barclay? Are you with me, big guy?” Human fingers card the hair from his face as warm lips kiss his forehead and nose.

“Uh huh. When did I finally conk out?”

“Around three in the morning. I was able to pull out about a half hour later. I toweled off the worst of the mess, but you’ll probably still want a bath.”

He opens his eyes; Joseph, in his X-Files pajamas, smiles at him and then nestles down into his arms, “I already started coffee, and I got you those granola bars you like so you’re not going into your shift too hungry.”

“Thanks, babe.”

”Are you sore?”

“Sitting might be a challenge today, but it was worth it.”

“Need anything?”

He tips his boyfriend’s chin up to kiss him, “Nope. Got what I need right here.”

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I have a prompt for you! How about “stuck in an airport with cancelled flights and (one of them) looks really sad”?

I have no idea where this story came from. Also, why are most of my one shots from Zuko’s perspective? I don’t want to examine that tbh. Modern AU, no Avatar, no bending.

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Normally, the sound of rain against a window could put Zuko to sleep. But the torrential downpour slamming against the massive windows of the airport terminal sent jolts of terror through his body.

To say his flight was delayed was laughable. It surprised him that the airline hadn’t cancelled the damn thing yet. Deep down, the prospect gave him a sense of empty relief. It wasn’t a trip that he was looking forward to, and however long he could put it off the better.

There weren’t very many people in the terminal; it wasn’t heading to a tourist destination or metropolitan hub. Still, that fact alone resulted in travellers with a purpose. So when the intercom finally crackled to life and the attendants made the final announcement, there was a lot of angry rumbling.

Clusters of people got up and headed to the airline desk, demanding a miracle or at least a hotel stay. Zuko sat back in the bucket chair, looking up at the high ceiling.

He could go to a hotel and stare up at a much closer ceiling, waiting for dawn and a red eye. But it might be easier just to stay put, despite the uncomfortable conditions.

A sniffle made him lower his head and look across the row.

A woman was bent over, her face cradled in her hands, and her back shuddering slightly as she cried.

Zuko tilted his head back, staring upward, but he frowned.

This trip was made with purpose after all. And not everyone would be dreading the trip.

Getting up, Zuko sighed quietly. He walked across to the other row of chairs and sat down with an empty seat between him and the woman.

“Miss? Are you okay? Do you need anything?” Zuko asked, leaning over to look at the woman. Turning her head away, he watched her move an arm as she rubbed her face.

“Miss?” He asked.

“What?” The woman shot back, turning with a furious look.

Zuko leaped back in his chair, grabbing onto the side.

“Erm, you just seemed distressed.” He said and the woman sniffed again as she continued to rub her face.

“Yeah, you could say I’m distressed.” She retorted.

Shrinking a bit, Zuko looked around.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” He asked carefully.

The woman threw herself back, straightening her legs out in front of her so they stretched out in the aisle. She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes and leaned back.

“Can you make this storm last forever?” She questioned.

Unsure of how to respond, Zuko stayed quiet. After a moment, the woman lowered her hands, letting her arms fall down with a thunk against the plastic chairs.

“Not looking forward to your trip?” Zuko asked.

“You think?” The woman shot back, rolling her head along the back of the chair to look at him. When he only stared back at her, the woman sighed and rolled her head back to look up.

“Sorry.” She murmured.

“I think I understand.” Zuko said, also reclining to look up. “I’m not exactly thrilled either but I’d rather just get it over with.”

“Why? Is it because you’re having to fly with us plebs?” The woman asked.

“Pardon?”

“Ugh, sorry. Again.” The woman glanced out of the corner of her eye to examine him. “You don’t look the type to fly commercial.”

Zuko didn’t want to tell her that he often didn’t fly commercial.

“I don’t normally dress this way. I have to meet family on the other side.” He replied.

The woman sat up at that, turning in the chair to face him. She pulled one leg onto the seat, bending it and holding onto her ankle. Tilting her head, she looked at him incredulously.

“Really?” She asked, confounded by his explanation.

“Yes?” Zuko replied with equal confusion.

“It’s just, you look like you’re Fire Nation.” The woman remarked, bringing her head back up.

“Oh, well, I am. We’re,” Zuko reached for the right word. “Visiting.”

“Let me guess, for a wedding?” The woman asked.

“Yeah actually, how’d you know?”

“It’s kind of a thing right now.” The woman rolled her eyes and Zuko chuckled.

“You’re Water Tribe aren’t you? Are you going back for the wedding as well?” He asked.

“You could say that.” The woman muttered and Zuko laughed. Surprised, the woman stared at him but relaxed with a smile.

“Do you have to work or something?” He asked.

“It certainly couldn’t go on without me.” The woman quipped.

“Then I can understand the stress.” Zuko said.

The woman leaned into the chair and stuck out a hand.

“My name is Katara.” She said.

“Zuko.” Zuko replied, shaking her hand.

Katara narrowed her eyes as she took her hand back.

“Your name sounds familiar for some reason.” She said.

Panicking, Zuko flashed her a quick grin.

“It’s a popular name.” He replied.

“Hmmm.” Katara intoned, turning her face to look at him side eye.

For that matter, her own name was familiar, but he couldn’t place where he had heard it. If it was involved with the wedding, he would have drowned it out. There was a lot he was trying to ignore about the trip, and anyone involved with it got tossed out of his memory.

“So what do you think of the event?” Zuko asked. Katara pulled up her other leg and crossed them to sit awkwardly in her seat.

“It’s two royals who have never met getting married. I think it’s safe to say it’s going to be a disaster.” She said.

“Really?” Zuko blanched and rubbed the back of his head. “I heard the princess was nice.”

Katara snorted and Zuko frowned.

“Nice? I can guarantee that she will be nothing short of a nightmare.” She said.

“Ah.” Zuko said sadly. He put his elbows on his knees and steepled his fingers together, lowering his head till he could tap his chin.

“Sorry, I assume you must be a fan of the groom.” Katara said.

Zuko looked over at her.

“Right, Fire Nation.” Zuko shook his head and resumed tapping his fingers against his chin. “No, it’s not that. I just understand how important this is.”

“Important? It’s not like the Fire Lord is getting married.” Katara replied.

Zuko pointed his fingers out to the aisle, thinking about the arguments he had lived through.

“It is important. The princess was key in ending the war. This marriage is going to represent peace.” He said.

“Sure, forcing two strangers to get married is about peace.” Katara muttered.

Zuko turned to her.

“Do you just not like the Fire Nation or do you know the bride?” He asked.

“I think we can both make the assumption that we’re involved in the wedding parties.” Katara answered.

Zuko laughed and sat back.

“True.” He paused and furrowed his brow. “Can you tell me what she’s like?”

“You gonna text your buddy?” Katara asked.

Zuko grinned. “Maybe.”

“Well, you tell him that she has a temper as ugly as she is.” Katara said and Zuko laughed.

“It won’t matter, he’s going to go through with it no matter how hideous and ill tempered she is.” He said.

Katara sighed and shook her head.

“She’s scared, but she knows it’s important too. She always wanted to do what would help people and if this helps people, then she’ll get over it.” She sounded sad as she spoke and Zuko examined her face.

“The prince is, well I think he’s a good man.” He replied. “Your friend will be okay.”

“I don’t know you well enough to put any stock in your opinion.” Katara said dryly.

“Fair enough.” Zuko said with a shrug.

“Want to get a drink? I might as well let you convince me before I head off to the worst day of my life.” Katara said.

The shock of a woman asking him such a thing made Zuko’s heart race. It didn’t help that he thought she was attractive.

“Sure.” He said.

If he were to classify it, Zuko would call it a date. The entire airport became a city and they meandered around through the evening well into the night. They had dinner at one of the few sit down restaurants in the main hub before walking around the random shops and kiosks. Then, as things started to close for the night, they walked around the terminals.

Getting to know Katara was bittersweet. She was kind and wickedly funny; Zuko often had to hide his face from irritated passengers that were also spending the night. He learned that she was from the South Pole, not the North, and that she wasn’t as comfortable with the royal family as she seemed.

The Fire Nation did seem to anger her, and Zuko danced around his own position. Ultimately, he’d have to tell her the truth, because she didn’t seem the type to enjoy that kind of surprise. But the moment never seemed to present itself; he was enjoying her company too much to want to ruin it.

Zuko stopped trying to learn more about the North Pole princess and instead questioned Katara about herself. They talked briefly about the war, and Zuko listened as she talked about her brother.

Of course on the threshold of his wedding, he met a woman that he could see himself falling in love with.

They fell asleep propped against each other, and Zuko kept still as he woke up to the boarding announcement. He jostled Katara gently, her head resting heavily on his shoulder. She turned, pushing her face into him and Zuko took in a sharp breath.

When she did wake up, Katara rubbed her eyes and looked around.

“I guess this is it.” She said.

Panic swept through him again and Zuko took hold of her hands.

“Can we meet? Before the wedding?” He asked.

Katara’s eyes widened and she straightened.

“Zuko.” She grew flustered and looked down at their hands.

“I just want to see you again.” He said.

Katara nodded and then looked up at him. “Okay.”

With a smile, Zuko stood and pulled Katara up. They were both sitting in first class and Zuko swapped his seat to be across from her. They talked for the entire flight, annoying everyone else on the red eye trying to get some sleep.

For the first time since the trip had been booked, Zuko felt happy. Katara clicked with him on so many different levels. Even if it wasn’t going to last, at least he could spend some time with someone he liked.

When the plane landed, they both lingered while the others disembarked. Finally, after being pushed out by the flight attendants, they walked down the ramp together. Their luggage rolled noisily behind them and they stayed quiet.

“Are you taking a taxi?” Zuko asked as they waited for the shuttle to the main hub.

“Why, did you need a ride mister moneybags?” Katara asked, poking him in the side with her elbow. Zuko laughed and stepped away from her.

“I thought I could walk you out.” He said.

“Okay, sure.” Katara said and smirked at him.

Feeling his face warm, Zuko cleared his throat but couldn’t help but smile back.

They walked out to the pick up area and Zuko looked down the long line of taxis and town cars.

“Hey, can I call you?” Zuko asked.

“Call me?” Katara looked confused.

“The wedding isn’t for two days. Maybe we can meet up before then? Go to dinner?” He asked.

Katara turned shy and looked down, tucking hair behind her ear.

“Like a date?” She asked, glancing up at him.

Feeling bold, Zuko nodded. “Yeah, like a date.”

“That’d be-” Katara started.

“Zuzu!” The voice was not high or shrill but it still cut through the air and pierced Zuko through the ribs.

“Oh no.” He whispered.

“Brother dear,” Azula said as she stepped out of a town car and leaned on the door. “Don’t you know it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?”

Zuko and Katara stared at each other, terror plain on their faces.

“You?” They both exclaimed in unison.

“To be clear, I had every intention of being faithful after we got married.” Zuko blurted, taking a step back.

Katara still lunged, smacking his arm with her open hand.

“I can’t believe you didn’t know my name!” She yelled.

“You didn’t know mine either!” Zuko retorted.

“Can’t you control yourself?” Azula snapped.

Zuko grinned and caught Katara’s wrist as she tried to hit him again. Meeting his eyes, Katara scoffed but still smiled. As he pulled her close, Katara relaxed.

“At least I don’t feel guilty now for wanting to kiss you.” He said.

“Shut up and do it already.” Katara sighed.

And so Zuko kissed his bride, once again thankful for rain against windows.

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