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and there we go! the full Confidential Archive!
here are all the episodes, according to tardis wiki list, including all of the mini specials and chrismas specials and most if not all in good quality! the full list of everything is under the cut because yeah, its a longgg list!
all in order, including some youtube videos and dvd rips hehe, all according the the tardis wiki list
SERIES 1 -
1x00 - A New Dimension (a prolog to season one, narrated by David Tennant)
1x01 - (rose)
1x03 - (the unquiet dead)
1x04 - (aliens of london)
1x05 - (world war 3)
1x06 - (dalek)
1x07 - (the long game)
1x08 - (father's day)
1x09 - (the empty child)
1x10 - (the doctor dances)
1x11 - (boom town)
1x12 - (bad wolf)
1x13.1 - The Ultimate Guide (another little documentary right before
parting of the ways, about key aspects about filming the season)
1x13.2 - (parting of the ways)
1x14 - Backstage at Christmas (the nine minutes they gave us from some of behind the scenes of The Christmas Invasion)
SEIRES 2 -
2x00 - One Year On (a general preview for season 2, including the series 2 press launch, a lot more behind the scenes of The Christmas Invasion and some Torchwood stuff)
2x01 - (new earth)
2x02 - (tooth and claw)
2x03 - (school reunion)
2x04 - (the girl in the fireplace)
2x05 - (rise of the cyberman)
2x06 - (the age of steel)
2x07 - (the idiot's lantern)
2x08 - (the impossible planet)
2x09 - (the satan pit)
2x10 - (love & monsters) - (featuring the winning of the contest of designing a monster)
2x11 - (fear her)
2x12 - (army of ghosts)
2x13 - (doomsday)
2x14 - Music and Monsters (the behind the scenes of doctor who's first music show, including some behind the scenes stuff of The Runaway Bride)
SERIES 3 -
3x01 - (smith and jones)
3x02 - (the shakespear code)
3x03 - (gridlock)
3x04 - (daleks in manhattan)
3x05 - (evolution of the daleks)
3x06 - (the lazarus experiment)
3x05 - (42)
3x06 - (human nature)
3x07 - (the family of blood)
3x08 - (blink)
3x11 - (utopia)
3x12 - (the sound of drums)
3x13.1 - (last of the time lords)
3x13.2 - Children in Need Special (the behind the scenes of the special where 10 meets 5, really cute stuff)
3x14.1 - Kylie Special (series 3 christmas special. version 1 - the full version in less of a good quality i found on youtube, bless this youtube channel honestly)
3x14.2 - Kylie Special (series 3 christmas special. version 2 - the shorter version that was up on iplayer)
3x14.3 - Kylie Special (series 3 christmas special. version 3 - the version i edited to include the low quality parts that were missing with the good quality shorter version)
SERIES 4 (INCLUDING THE SPECIALS) -
4x01 - (partners in crime)
4x02 - (the fiers of pompaii)
4x03 - (planet of the ood)
4x04 - (the sontaran stratagem)
4x05 - (the doctor's daughter)
4x06 - (the posion sky)
4x07 - (the unicorn and the wasp)
4x08 - (silence in the library)
4x09 - (forest of the dead)
4x10 - (midnight)
4x11 - (turn left)
4x12 - (the stolen earth)
4x13 - (journey's end)
4x14.1 - The Journey (So Far) (a documentary about the entire show so far)
4x14.2 - Confidential Christmas 2008 (behind the scenes of The Next Doctor christmas special)
4x14.3 - Doctor Who: Top 5 Christmas Moments (a sort of confidential behind the scenes clip show of all of the episodes set at christmas)
4x15.1 - At the Proms 2008 (behind the scenes of doctor who at the proms 2008)
4x15.2 - The Eleventh Doctor (the special they used to announce Matt Smith as the new doctor who)
4x15.3 - Desert Storm (behind the scenes of Planet Of The Dead)
4x16 - Is There Life on Mars? (behind the scenes of The Waters Of Mars)
4x17 - Lords and Masters (behind the scenes of The End Of Time, Part One)
4x18 - Allons-y! (behind the scenes of The End Of Time, Part Two. version 1 - full dvd version)
4x18 - Allons-y! (behind the scenes of The End Of Time, Part Two. version 2 - shortend higher quality version from iplayer, this version has a song in the soundtrack that is diffrent from the dvd version, this is the most accurate version to what aired on tv at the time)
SERIES 5-
5x01 - (the eleventh hour)
5x02 - (the beast below)
5x03 - (victory of the daleks)
5x04 - (the time of angels)
5x05 - (flesh and stone)
5x06 - (the vampires of venice)
5x07 - (amy's choice)
5x08 - (the hungry earth)
5x09 - (cold blood)
5x10.1 - (vincent and the doctor)
5x10.2 Monster Files: The Daleks (a little documentary about victory of the daleks/daleks in general)
5x11 - (the lodger)
5x12 - (the pandorica opens)
5x13 - (the big bang)
5x14.1 - Monster Files: The Weeping Angels (a little documentary about the weeping angels episodes this season)
5x14.2 - Monster Files: The Silurians (a little documentary about the silurian episodes)
5x14.3.1 - Monster Files: The Alliance (a little documentary about the alliance of monsters from the pandoica opens)
5x14.3.2 - Backstage at the Doctor Who Prom 2010 (behind the scenes of doctor who at the proms 2010)
5x14.4.1 - Charlie McDonnell - Runner (the first Charlle behind the scenes videos, pretty quiet - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)
5.14.4.2 - Charlie McDonnell - TARDIS (another Charlie video, she explores the tardis set this time -Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)
5x14.4.3 - Charlie McDonnell - Decorating Bus (another Charlie video, she decorates the food place with christmas decorations, i liked them Charlie - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)
5x14.4.4 - Charlie McDonnell - Christmas Presents (badger) (the famus Charlie video where she brings the cast and crew presents! this is where Matt gets his badger puppet - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)
5x14.5 - Christmas Special 2010 (behind the scenes of A Christmas Carol)
SERIES 6 -
6x01.1 - (the impossible astronaut)
6x01.2 - My Sarah Jane: A Tribute to Elisabeth Sladen (a special memorial for the late Elisabth Sladen 😭😭)
6x02 - (day of the moon)
6x03 - (the curse of the black spot)
6x04 - (the doctor's wife)
6x05 - (the rebel flesh)
6x06 - (the almost people)
6x07.1 - Charlie McDonnell interviews Neil Gaiman (Charlie interviews Neil Gaiman, appewrently causing some ruckes on Charlie's blog at the time hehe - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)
6x07.2 - (a good man goes to war)
6x07.3 - The Monster Files: The Silence (a little documentary on the silence, thank god because i needed that)
6x07.4 - The Monster Files: The Gangers (a little documentary on the gangers, my beloveds)
6x07.5 - Charlie McDonnell Becomes A Dalek (the last Charlie video, released late because it had the 1-4 tardis set, also she gets to ride a dalek in this one - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)
6x08 - (lets kill hitler)
6x09 - (night terrors)
6x10 - (the girl who waited)
6x11 - (the god complex)
6x12 - (closing time)
6x13.1 - (the wedding of river song)
6x13.2 - The Monster Files: The Antibodies (a little documentary on the antibodies from lets kill hitler)
6x13.3 - The Monster Files: The Cybermats (a little documentary on the little adorable cybermates because awww)
6x14 - The Nights' Tale (a little documentary on on the nights mini episodes! the last confidential stuff ever made rip)
#doctor who#doctor who confidential#dw#dwc#tenth doctor#eleventh doctor#ninth doctor#9th doctor#10th doctor#11th doctor#david tennant#matt smith#christopher eccleston#momo confidential watch#dw cast#rose tyler
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How I would fix Wonder Egg Priority
Most of the plot is going to stay the same but we’re going to clean up the ending signficantly
Recap episode? What recap episode?
One of the biggest changes is that we’re going to cut Frill entirely. An evil AI running around whispering in peoples ears to off themselves kind of muddles the shows message in my opinion
We still need something scary to kill the pets so we’re going to replace Frill with Thanatos. Thanatos is the god of death. Thanatos doesn’t like it when a being is snatched from his domain and back to the land of the living, so he demands a life in return. Nobody has ever seen Thanatos, only his servants, which are powerful and frightening.
Acca and Ura-Acca came up with the wonder egg system to fight Thanatos. They did this because they wanted to give people with lives that were cut too short a second chance. They are doing this because of the grief they felt after their daughter, Himari, sadly took her own life. They are a couple in this version.
This version of the show needs to make up its mind about Mr. Sawaki. The following is a way of explaining the story where he’s a red herring. Why did Koito die? She was getting molested... by the teacher at the previous school she went to. One unfortunate response to that trauma is to act flirtatous with the other adults in their life. Koito was acting this way with Mr. Sawaki, which caused her to get bullied by her classmates. Mr. Sawaki did not appreciate this and tried to get her help, but in the end the trauma and bullying was too much for her and it was too late. He didn’t bring this up before because confidentiality. Koito didn’t tell Ai about this because she didn’t want anyone at the new school to know about her painful secret.
Cut the recap part of the special (which is now episode 12 because the recap episode is gone) and move the original content to the first half. Write the second half of the story. Since there’s no Frill, we’ll need a different reason for Neiru to run away. Maybe she felt like now that the genuine article was alive again, the robot copy didn’t need to exist anymore. Maybe she didn’t want to cause additional resentment for her sister who was clearly so upset by her existence that she chose to kill herself. Whatever the reason, the plot revolves around Ai and the gang finding her and bringing her back. The girls have to come to terms with the fact they can never truly have the friends they knew back but that’s okay because they have each other. Ai resolves to continue fighting Thanatos. Neiru agrees. Rika and Momoe aren’t so sure but they’re willing to support the other two from the sidelines. The show ends conclusively while leaving just enough room for a second season that people might actually want to watch.
Parallel world kotobuki just adds to the chaos and doesn’t need to be here. Even though the show is about bringing people back to life a sense that death means something is important for the tone of the show.
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Is this really better?
A/N: After many requests for a part 2, here it is! I’m sorry I made you all wait so long for more heartbreak but gotta keep y’all on ya toes ;) Before you kill me, take comfort in knowing the final part is in the works. I like sad endings, but I won’t do that to y’all...this time.
Also, the class 1-A girls really rep the “chicks before dicks” motto (as all women should). I remember I had to tell my friends to chill when I told them an ex of mine cheated on me. We made up half the class and I wasn’t trying to see anyone cry. It was deep, but it wasn’t that deep💀 So that part is a bit of an anecdote.
As always, enjoy sugar plums 🖤
Paring: Sero X Fem!Reader
Warning: cursing, angst
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Is this really better?
The second you stepped out of Sero’s room, there was this relentless buzzing in your ears, filling your head with noise that made your head pound. You could tell someone—maybe Kaminari? Or was that Ojiro? You couldn’t fucking see—was trying to ask you what happened, your tears were thick. Forget hearing him.
All that you could do was walk. Your body had gone into autopilot, it’s only mission to get you out of his proximity, without raising alarm, as quick as humanly possible.
You didn’t know how or when, but soon enough, you threw open the door to the girls’ dorms. It was only 8:00pm, just before Aizawa would preform room checks, so the common room had been cleared to give him the impression everyone was tucked away in bed. It was a blessing. You bolted towards your room, desperate to shove your head under the covers and cry until you couldn’t.
Nearly five sprints down the hallway, you ran into Momo and Mina. The two had just come back from their shower and were talking about the movie the some of the girls were supposed to have later that night. However, they were startled when they saw you stumble back, tears drowning your cheeks.
“Y/N! Girl, what’s wrong!?” Mina asked, quick to hold your arm.
You shook your head, attempting an embarrassingly pathetic smile. “N-nothing. I’m good. I’m just—”
“You’re obviously not,” Momo interrupted, brows furrowing in worry. She took your hand from your eyes, so you had no choice but to leave your face bare. “Didn’t you have a date with Sero? Did something happen?”
The trembling of your lips told them everything they needed to know.
“Sero—Sero and I—"
The mere mention of his name threw you back to the past hour. Now that the buzzing had stopped, you were forced to think of everything that transpired.
Being excited about your date with Sero. Getting ready for your date with Sero. Waiting for Sero. Sero not showing up. Going to Sero’s room. Fighting with Sero. Breaking up with Sero. Sero. Sero. Sero.
Everything that had been built up came crashing down.
Your friends immediately took you into their arms when you crumbled, sobbing into their embrace as your feelings poured out. For a while, you had been so scared that he was losing interest—that school and life had increased his disinterest with you. And when he so quickly, so confidentially, agreed to break up with you, you felt your worst fears come to life. It hurt too much to think about it, so you let your heartbreak fill the air as you wept.
…
For the weekend, you kept to yourself. You only came out when needed. News of the root of your recent behavior got around to the all the 1-A girls and they were determined to keep you as healthy and supported as possible while respecting your wish for space. You were very thankful for them. You didn’t know what you would have done without their friendship.
When Monday came around, the girls were hyping you up. It would be the first time seeing Sero since the breakup. You knew you looked horrible. Your eyes were swollen, your hair was barely put together, and you looked like you rolled out bed. Because you did. But you appreciated their efforts. Nevertheless, there was something you needed to address before class started.
“Thanks everyone. But, could I ask y’all a favor?”
“Sure!”
“Whatever you need!”
You scratch the back of your neck. “I don’t want to start anything. I just wanna get through the day. So, maybe just act normal when he comes around, yeah?”
Everyone looked at Mina. She felt cornered.
“What!? It was one death threat!”
The stares get judgmental and she rolls her eyes.
“Fine, ugh. I’ll be…civil,” she sighs.
“Thank you,” you said, giving a small smile. You really did have the best friends.
Not too long after, you heard Sero’s laugh before you saw him. You quickly looked away from the entrance. Luckily, Ochaco was there with a distracting conversion.
Sero walked in with Kirishima and Kaminari beside him. The trio giggled at whatever dumb joke the blonde cracked. However, he was brought out of his laughter when he saw you. Thinking about the guilt in his chest coupled with the agony of seeing you so…miserable made his heart flare. And not in a good way.
He tried to smile at you, holding onto the tiny ray of hope that maybe you didn’t completely hate his guts, but it was cut off as Jirou conveniently stepped in his line of sight, blocking you from his vision.
He wilted, blinking back the sting in his eyes.
Kirishima patted his back in comfort. “It’s okay, man. We’ve got you.”
“If it helps, I think they’re mad at all of us. On Sunday, Bakugo tried to ask Mina for his water bottle back and she made Ochako text Midoriya to give it to him. Midoriya bro,” Kaminari said. “He was pissed.”
Sero frowned. “Didn’t think it was possible, but now I feel worse.”
Kirishima punched the blonde’s shoulder.
That was how the day went.
You and Sero ignored each other. Your friends would keep you too distracted. It was hard to deal with and there was awkward tension during homeroom. It was like everyone was walking on eggshells with one another. It didn’t help that Todoroki—as dense as he was—asked Momo why you two had been avoiding each other. To make matters worse, you two were within earshot.
It was the first time Momo ever scolded him. He decided to mind his business after that. He didn’t like feeling like an asshole. Midoriya told him it a good lesson into recognizing social cues.
There was also that one time Bakugo confronted you in the hallway and went on a rant about how you and “soy sauce’s” misery was “fucking distracting.” You were so caught off guard that you didn’t have time to defend yourself before an angry cloud of pink got in his face.
Mina’s speech started with, “How dare you—” and ended with, “You insensitive son of a bitch.”
It was also Bakugo’s first in feeling like an asshole. He made the intelligent decision to walk away.
That happened on Tuesday. It was only Wednesday, when you and Sero unintentionally and unanimously exchanged quick, close-lipped, smiles just so your classmates didn’t kill each other. It was uncomfortable and painful, but it was more of a relief to feel the tension in the room subside—if only a little bit.
For the rest of the week, you two tried to be civil. You were to your own devices. Sero thought you looked well on your way to moving on. If he didn’t know any better, you kind of looked happier. More than you had been in a while. A week passed and your eyes stopped swelling. You started putting make up on again and you laughed. You actually laughed.
Maybe Sero did feel hurt that you looked like you were moving on so quickly. And yes, maybe he spent some nights locking himself in his room so he could cry over how stupid he felt for ever letting himself hurt you. Had you always been miserable because of him? Of course, the constant weight in his chest was suffocating to the point that even looking at you made him feel like he’d pass out.
But damn it if your laugh wasn’t the sweetest sound.
If it meant losing his smile, if meant feeling heartache, and if it meant dealing with the fact that he’d never get to kiss you again, then this was for the best
...
At least, that’s what he thought until he came back from his internship to see you on the bench outside of the dorm building. It was late and dark, but the moon was bright enough to cover your skin in a soft creamy glow. It made his heart flutter.
It was also light enough for him to see the tears in your eyes.
The voice inside his head, his common sense, was telling him to haul his ass in the dorm and leave you alone. He was probably the last person you wanted to see, justifiably. However, it’d be the first time he left you alone to cry. And, that didn’t sit well in his spirit.
That’s how he found himself by the bench, startling you with a soft, “Hey.”
He watched a tear fall and chose to ignore it as you wiped it away.
“Uh, hi?” you replied, voice stuffy with tears.
What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing?
Sero couldn’t look away from you, no matter how bad the tension felt. Your hair texture, the richness of your skin, the unique curve of your lips, the laugh lines on your cheek, the shape of your eyes, the little scar by your temple…God, have you always been this beautiful? Why did he let you go like that?
“I, um, just came back from my internship and um—” you just love sounding like a fucking idiot, don’t you? “—you looked cold. Here, take my jacket,” he whispered, like he was out of breath.
Thank God he was actually wearing one. Sero quickly took off his coat and was about to put it around your shoulders—like he had always done.
But you held up a hand. “It’s okay. I’m fine,” you said.
Of course, he could tell you were uncomfortable by the dip in your voice. Call it denial or plain stupidity, but Sero couldn’t accept your words. He saw the goosebumps on your legs. Now, whether that was from the breeze or something else, he didn’t know.
“Don’t be silly,” his smile was disarming. “Take it. It’s like 50-something degrees.”
“Thank you, but I’m okay.”
Just back away, Sero.
“You know you can just give it to me tomorrow—”
“Sero.”
What are you doing!?
“I really think you should take it—”
“I really don’t think I should—”
Dude!
“If you’re worried about returning it—”
“Like, I said—”
“You can just give it to Mina—”
“I—”
“And—”
“Hanta!!”
Suddenly, he resurfaced. Sero was back in reality, his jacket still in his arms. He blinked, finding the desperation in your watery eyes as you stared back.
What the hell are you doing?
“Please, just…stop,” you whispered. You looked away in fear he’d see the tears falling down your face. “Stop acting like you care.”
There was a pregnant pause before the black-haired hero took a step back, hair shadowing his gaze.
“I’m sorry,” he finally said. His voice was almost carried by the breeze because it was so soft. “I didn’t mean to overstep my boundaries”
You shook your head, still looking away. “It’s fine.”
You just wanted him to leave. So, that’s what he did.
Sero, quietly led himself up the front steps. When his fingers touched the doorknob, he paused.
“Y/N,” he said, one last time.
You looked back, frustrated over his persistence. “What?” you bit.
What you saw made your eyes widen. Sero let his own tears freely fall. But that wasn’t what made your heart stop. No. It was the wide, triangular, smile that accompanied it. Despite the sorrow in his eyes, his smile shined bright and genuine beneath them.
“It can’t be an act if I never stopped.”
With that, he disappeared behind the door, leaving you with nothing but his words.
You buried your face in your hands and cried.
#sero hanta#sero x reader#sero hanta x reader#mha imagines#bnha imagines#mha x poc!reader#mha x reader#bnha x reader#bnha x poc!reader#honorable mentions:#momo#mina#bakugo#kaminari#ochaco#class 1-a is invested#they are quite sad to see their ship sink but#it is what it is#todoroki#i might have bullied todoroki and bakugo a little bit#but it was in good fun#i love them#i promise
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BNHA, MomoJirou?
Prompts 25. "I know this looks bad, but I swear, it's not."
So many ways this could go~! Hopefully the route I took was a fun one!
Minor Trigger Warning: Mentions of Blood
Momo considered herself to be a rather fortunate woman. She had a financially successful family, a great relationship with her father and was working on things with her mother, a close-knit group of friends she loved dearly, and had started a paid internship just a few weeks back for a designing agency run by The Kayama Nemuri. She knew that she was an incredibly lucky person, that there were those who would kill for the opportunities she had been given, and made sure to wear her gratitude on her sleeve to everyone she knew. She put all her effort and energy into being a good daughter, a good friend, and a good employee, doing whatever she could through action to help emphasize the depth and sincerity of her gratitude. After all, actions were a great indicator of the merit of one's words!
But sadly… Her love life hadn’t seen nearly as many returns as the rest of her life had.
She’d had three relationships in the past and they’d all been… lackluster, to put it mildly. Her first relationship had been a situation where she agreed to date the guy more out of obligation than anything. He had been incredibly nice to her and her then-friends had insisted that meant she at least owed him a chance to prove himself as a boyfriend. The relationship had only lasted three months of her first year of high school and ended so horribly that her father had transferred her to a new school at the conclusion of her first semester.
The school she transferred to was a girls-only boarding school and where she grew into her sexual identity as a pansexual woman. She had a longer relationship with one of her classmates that started in the winter of her second year and ended in the spring of their third year, with her ex immediately jumping to date another of their peers within a week of the break up. It had been painful to watch and, for about a year after, she had avoided relationships for a while.
Her relationship after that had been even worse. She didn’t like to dwell on that ex too much simply because… Well, how incredibly awful it had been. The relationship had felt much more like the two of them getting together because they were afraid of being single in their group of friends. The two of them had nearly no common interests and her ex had always seemed to find her passion for fashion design to be a waste of time, frequently inquiring why she didn’t study something more “practical”. Momo herself, however, thought that her degree plan had been more than practical, considering her minor had been in business.
That relationship lasted ten months and ended when she learned of an affair.
She’d taken a two year break from dating after that, focusing instead on her friend and family and school. All of her friends had rallied around her after that break up, helping to lift her back up, and she had been incredibly grateful for it. They reminded her to never settle for less than she was worth, to wait until someone who deserved her commitment came around.
And then, one day, she met Jirou Kyouka.
Their first meeting had been an impromptu sort of thing. Momo’s dear friend Mina had to take her new puppy, Floofles, to the vet for vaccines and spaying. It was an overnight situation with a designated pick-up time, but Mina had to be at work during the time. She has begged Momo if, since she was free that day, she could pick Floofles up and monitor her until she herself was home. And not one to let a friend in need down, Momo had agreed.
In the lobby of the little vet clinic had sat a young woman in dark colors, with short cut indigo hair, and a snarling mass of hay colored fur in her lap. Momo had been a few minutes early and was urged to take a seat while she waited, causing her to settle into the vacancy next to the stranger and her displeased pet. Upon closer examination she realized that it was a cat, with a front paw that looked to be at an odd angle, which seemed to explain the attitude. “Oh, the poor little dear,” she murmured quietly, not thinking as the words left her mouth.
Dark eyes flickered up to her, the gleam of disinterest fading to a light of interest. Her lips twitched up in a small smile. “Thank you, but he did this to himself,” she hummed, reaching out to set one hand on the cat’s head. He responded by growling audibly and jerking his head out from under her touch. “Leave the patio door open unsupervised for one minute, and he leaps out to chase a bird. Eats shit and ends up hurting his paw.”
The cat let out a displeased hiss at his dirty laundry being aired, but it only resulted in both women laughing. The next few minutes waiting for Floofles had passed in the blink of an eye as she chatted up the cat owner, learning that the cat was named Dynamight and was just a grumpy old man trapped in the body of a young cat. Once Floofles was brought out to her, Momo asked for the other’s number, explaining she wanted to see how Dynamight was doing once his paw got looked at. And while there was genuine care about the cat’s well being involved, there had also been a selfish motivation behind it, too. Her companion seemed to know as much but didn’t draw attention to it as they exchanged numbers.
That was eleven months ago, with she and Jirou’s nine month anniversary as an official couple just on the horizon. And Momo couldn’t help but smile whenever she thought about it. Jirou was unlike her past partners in so many ways. She encouraged and supported Momo’s designing works, they shared a secret love of true crime love documentaries, and she was incredibly laid back. With her, Momo could feel her walls fall down and she felt genuinely secure about it. There was something naturally calming about Jirou’s presence and approach to life - of going with the flow and taking things as they came - that was refreshing and exhilarating. So much of Momo’s own life had been slotted around by activity start and end times, of living up to expectations both real and imagined, that the idea of simply letting things be and dealing with them as they came up was incredibly freeing.
The thought occurred to her as she stepped out of the elevator at Jirou’s apartment complex and started to make her way to her door. Normally, she made sure to reach out before dropping by. Part of it was because she didn’t like just showing up unannounced, but another reason was because of her girlfriend’s erratic work schedule. The other woman did freelance work of some kind - the details were vague and confidential - so her hours tended to shift depending on the needs of her client. Sometimes, she’d be free for a good three or four days, while other times she’d be engrossed in her projects for hours at a time. Things had been pretty quiet from what little she remembered last time they talked about work, though, so she felt things would be fine this one time.
She opened the door to the front door, unsurprised to find it unlocked. Jirou tended to leave the door unlocked in case her neighbor, a bedraggled single father, ever needed to ask for an impromptu baby-sitter. His daughter liked cats and Dynamight, as Momo herself had seen, was surprisingly agreeable with the young girl when she came by. She half expected to see young Eri settled on the couch, a Disney movie playing on the television, while Jirou prepared dinner or worked on something for a client, when she stepped in.
Only to stop just a few steps through the threshold.
A map of the city was spread across the coffee table, two large pillar candles set up at the far corners of the table, while Jirou was kneeling in front of it. She was cutting open what seemed to be a small blood donation bag with some scissors, a small wooden box to her left with what seemed to be crystals inside. After a moment, Jirou reached towards the box and pulled one out, a thin strand of yarn wrapped around the crystal. She released a slow breath. “Okay, Kyouka… This shouldn’t be too hard. You haven’t exactly used this combination before but it should work out fine,” she mumbled to herself, moving the crystal to dangle over the open lip of the bag.
Momo couldn’t help it; she gasped, loud and horrified. She was completely stunned. What was all of this? What purpose did it serve? It all seemed incredibly occult. Jirou had never seemed like the type to have such interests. Hearing her gasp, Jirou jerked to stare at her with a horrified stare of her own. She opened her mouth twice, clearly scrambling to find words to string together, before she clamped it shut with a soft click of her jaw.
They stared at one another for a long moment, eyes wide and their heart beats seeming to echo in the tiny space.
"I know this looks bad, but I swear, it's not!" Jirou yelped, finally cutting through the silence, dropping the blood bag in her hands and letting it hit the ground with a sickening splat sound. Momo felt her whole body shudder with the sound and her stomach flipped uneasily. She shifted her weight back on the heels of her feet while keeping her eyes fixated on Jirou.
“Tch! She’s gonna try and make a break for it if you don’t seal the door off, ya idiot!” For a moment, Momo was befuddled by the new voice she heard. She swore she could hear quiet, cat-like growls between their words, but… That wouldn’t make sense, right? Who does cat impressionations while speaking? Slowly she turned her head in the directions of the voice, her eyes landing on the familiar fluffy form of Dynamight sitting on the kitchen counter. His pupils shrunk to slimmer slits before he curled his lips back, the voice from before sneering, “Oh, looks like she’s starting to put shit together! Get your head back in the fucking game!”
Dynamight… Her cat… Was talking? But then… Talking cats were common of…
Momo whipped around and moved to rush for the apartment door, heart beating erratically in her chest. If this was all really happening, she needed to get out! Before a hex of some kind could be placed on her, or even worse! “Wait, Yaomomo! Please hear me out!” Jirou called out after her.
Just as her hands made to grab for the handle, it shriveled and withered into the door itself like a rotten fruit being reclaimed by its tree. A startled shriek left her as she scrambled backwards, watching with wide eyes as the rest of the door melted into the frame, the seam separating the two disappearing completely. She felt herself drop to her knees and wrap her arms tight around herself. “Oh God,” she breathed shakily, closing her eyes tightly as she heard soft footfalls approaching her. “I promise I won’t tell anyone about this! J-Just please! D-Don’t hu-hurt me! L-Let me go!”
There was a quiet swishing of wind and fabric before she felt herself being lifted slightly. Then, there was a soft and warm hand gently cupping her cheek. “I would never hurt you, Momo. Please… Even if you aren’t sure how to feel about the rest of this, please know that much is the truth,” The other woman’s voice hitched with pain as she spoke, clearly wounded by the suggestion. She peeked her eyes open to see she was floating just a few feet above the ground so that she was able to meet the other’s dark eyes. Those same eyes were pleading and vulnerable.
Momo swallowed thickly before timidly nodding her head. “I’m sorry,” she breathed softly.
“No, I understand. This… Isn’t what you were anticipating to walk into,” Jirou said with a small sigh before glancing over at the sacrificial site set up on her coffee table. “Just let me clean that up real fast, put on some tea and then I’ll explain.” Momo nodded with a bit more certainty before she was carefully floated over and set delicately on the couch.
She sat and watched in quiet bemusement as the other skittered to and fro, using what Momo could only assume was magic to help her. The longer she observed, the more relaxed she gradually became. While she worked at getting the blood cleaned up off the wood paneling, Dynamight actually rummaged through the kitchen cabinets to fish out the kettle and start filling it up. It was a little impressive to watch how he did it with his paws and teeth, though she could still hear the quiet grumbled swears he released as he did. Once all the summoning stuff and blood were cleaned up, Jirou prepared them each a cup of tea and settled into the couch seat a space away from Momo, giving her a good amount of breathing room.
She handed the cup over carefully with one hand. “I went with that citrus one you brought a while back. I remembered that one having a nice little zing to it,” she explained.
“Thank you,” Momo took a quick sip of her own cup, disregarding how it scalded her tongue just a smidge. “So… You’re a witch, I take it.” she said evenly.
Jirou nodded. “Yes, I am,”
“And Dynamight-!”
“Bakugo,”
“Huh?”
“His actual name is Bakugo Katsuki. Dynamight is just his… um.. Common cat name. Easier than explaining the logistics of a familiar,” she explained with a small nervous laugh.
“So he is your familiar,” she mused, taking another sip. The other nodded as she took a sip from her own cup as well, setting it on the coaster on the coffee table when she was done.
Jirou’s hands clutched at her knees, eyes skirting down to stare at them instead. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I’ve wanted to but… I was worried. There’s a lot of paperwork and hoops to jump through to get that kind of clearance. And even then… There’s no guarantee that you’d want to keep that knowledge. And if that happened, your memories would have to be wiped and I couldn’t see you anymore.”
Momo blinked in surprise. “Wait, what?”
“It’s a safety protocol that the higher ups implement to keep the general public safe, as well as those of us in the bureau,” she sighed, lifting her head to peek up at her worriedly. It was clear she was uneasy but was also being transparent. “Though, I suppose I should actually… Well, explain what’s going on here, huh?”
She nodded. “So… Is this related to your work?”
“Yes, actually. See, I’m aligned with what’s called the I.B.O.M.O., which is abbreviated further to I-Boom, and is short for International Bureau of Magical Events. As a representative, I have the ability to travel between this realm - the mortal plane - and the realm of magical creatures - the magical plane. As such, it is my responsibility to keep instances of magical creatures and mortal interactions limited. Part of that is tracking down rogue magicals that come into the mortal plane without the proper permissions and, if they encounter a mortal, wiping memories and issuing out punishments,” she explained, picking her cup back up and taking a sip.
“So what you were doing… Was that related to something like that?” Momo asked with a tilt of her head.
Jirou nodded. “Yes. I was trying to scry. My current assignment is to track down the heir of a noble warlock family who has apparently fled to this plane. He is apparently somewhere in this city but.. Well, since he hails from a high ranking family, his magical skills have been well-honed so trying to find him has been a struggle. I’d been hoping that by combining my scrying technique and a powerful conjuring technique using the bird blood I could… Well… Try to get some idea as to where he might be,” she sighed, letting her shoulders slump. “This is the longest I’ve ever taken on an assignment and it’s.. Well, it’s difficult.”
Momo stared at her before glancing back down at her cup. Her thumb traced along the rim of the cup thoughtfully, an idea turning about in her head. “Could… Could I help you find him?”
“Huh?”
“The fuck can a human like you do to help?” Dynamight - erh, Bakugo? - chimed in, hopping down from the breakfast nook and trotting over. He scrambled up and sat on the table, glaring her down with his ears back and fluffy tail lashing. “If a witch with as many accomplishments as Earlobes is having a hard time, what fucking chance does a mere human like you have?”
“Well, if you have an idea of around when he appeared, I can ask around,” Momo said, tone a little petulant. The sheer lunacy that she was arguing with a cat wasn’t lost on her completely - and she made note to ask Jirou later how, exactly, it was she could hear his voice - but she still felt the need to, as immature as it was. “I have a lot of connections around the city. I might be able to get you a list of suspects, since there is the chance he could do… Um… What is it called? Glamour?”
Jirou giggled a bit. “You’re right. Glamour is the tool magical creatures use to disguise their true forms,” She lightly tapped her chin in thought. “Hmm. That’s not a bad idea, actually. He could be using glamour to disguise his appearance since it’s so unique. Make himself harder to find.” Momo smiled at Jirou’s words, her heart fluttering a bit at the prospect of being about to help her girlfriend. “But… If you’re going to get involved, I’ll need to file the proper paperwork and make a protection charm for you. I want you to be safe. I don’t think the nobleman would harm you but… I don’t know the specifics of why he left the magical plan unannounced. I’d rather air on the side of caution.”
Momo nodded as she took another sip of her tea. A part of her told her she shouldn’t get this invested. It was Jirou’s work and she herself wasn’t a witch. She shouldn’t be getting involved too heavily. But… If she could help her girlfriend, wasn’t it worth it? If it gave her a chance to show how much she appreciated how good Jirou was to her, it had to be worth it.
#crumbles grumbles#MomoJirou#my fics#Gif is technically relevant#I'm p sure this is part of an AU prompt list#But there wasn't any specification on the other two categories#So I hope that it's okay I took this and just ran with it!
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When Magic Fails chapter 1
When Magic Fails
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The Miraculous Cure can fix the damage caused by a specific akuma. But what happens when said damage comes after the Miraculous Cure? When the damage isn't caused by an akuma? Follow Ladybug through the worst day of her life. The day where her identity, or Chat's, won't matter any more. The day when she will discover what's really important. But at what price?
Lovesquare story. Warning: this is really intense!
Written by: JuliaFC
Betas: KhanOfAllOrcs, Agrestebug, Etoile-Lead-Sama, Speckleflower, AmberLambda, Anonymousfriend27 and MiniNoire
Big thanks to: Momo|MarinetteAgresteBrand and Genxha
Cover art and chapter art credit: Rosehealer02 on Deviantart.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by (c) Thomas Astruc; TS1 Bouygues, Disney Channel, Zagtoon, Toei Animation. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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Chapter 1 - Bad timing
It all started at the end of a very tough battle against one of the worst akumas they had ever encountered and required a full recharge by both Ladybug and Chat Noir, twice. After calling the first Lucky Charm, which took the shape of the Miracle Box, an unwilling Ladybug had been forced to give back a temporary Miraculous to Rena and Ryūko.
“I don’t want to put our friends in danger, but there’s no way I can find new holders on such short notice!” Ladybug had said, as she asked Chat Noir to cover her for a few minutes, while she looked for help. And it had been the right decision; it was only with Rena and Ryūko’s help that they finally managed to win.
"Miraculous Ladybug!"
Chat Noir watched as Ladybug threw the red and black trumpet in the air and released the magical ladybugs, which brought everything back to how it was before the fight. As the four heroes bumped fists at the sound of ‘Pound it!’, the crouched figures of Mlle. Mendeleiev and Mlle. Bustier appeared in place of the akuma and Ladybug moved towards them.
"What… happened to me?" The women sounded very confused. They were all standing atop the first level of the Eiffel tower, not exactly where the two teachers had been when they got controlled by Hawkmoth, at the school.
Ladybug smiled warmly. "You were akumatised. Are you feeling okay?”
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Ladybug…” said Mlle. Bustier. “All I remember was M. Damocles calling us in his office and showing us Lila’s…”
Mlle. Mendeleiev grabbed Mlle. Bustier’s hand and squeezed it. “Caline. It’s confidential information.” Mlle. Bustier blushed and lowered her gaze.
Ladybug gave a determined look to the teachers, clenching her fists and shaking with what Chat supposed was sheer anger. He knew why she looked so furious. It was no secret that his Lady didn’t like Lila. And to be completely honest, when her name was mentioned even he felt his blood boil at the thought that his favourite teachers got akumatised because of something that she had done — or said. He wished there was a way to expose her lies and to finally get rid of her dangerous presence in their classroom.
But suddenly, his ears perked up. His gaze darted around. His heart raced.
Danger.
There was danger.
He could feel it. He could smell it. He could taste it.
How? Where from? His eyes darted around, his confident smile dying on his face.
There. A shadow. Towards…
His heart stopped.
“Watch out!” he shouted as he threw himself towards his Lady, slamming her on the ground with so much strength that she rolled off quite a distance. He saw Ladybug lay limp where she had landed, but Rena ran hastily towards her.
Chat Noir forced himself to take his mind off his Lady to concentrate on the shadow. He took the hit and fell right on his face, flying into the side of the tower from the force of the impact. He staggered back up and jerked around, heart racing.
Another hit made him fly the opposite way. He coughed. He couldn’t see his opponent, even with the added senses of the cat.
“All a blur.”
A black shadow sped around, hitting him in the groin. He coughed and rolled off as he finally grabbed the foot that hit him. Her face flashed in full view for just a second.
“Mayura.”
“What the…” He barely stood and she hit him again. A few seconds. The fight with Mayura had lasted only a few seconds. And he was already on his knees. A coppery taste filled his mouth. His ring beeped its first warning sound. Four pads left. Amazing to think that only one minute had passed since he used his cataclysm during the akuma attack. He cleaned his lips and saw traces of blood. His ears perked. She was charging at him again.
She was fast.
Too fast.
Another hit. He couldn’t see her. His eyesight blurred as a sharp pain spread all over his stomach and ribs. He closed his eyes shut anticipating a hit that never came.
CLANG!
He opened his eyes. Ryūko’s bokken shielded him.
“I’ve got you,” she said as they exchanged looks.
Gratitude overwhelmed him. He tried to stand but just barely managed to, as his legs felt like jelly and his throbbing head made the world spin all around him. But he hadn’t even been standing for a second before he was brought back to the ground, as Mayura’s next move swiped the two heroes off their feet. He rolled on the metallic floor of the tower with her, ending up on top of Ryūko. She stood much faster than he did and threw herself screaming towards the black shadow. He stood up. He needed to help her.
His ears perked up again. His gaze blurred. His head spun as something hit him in the back. A sharp pain spread across the whole left side of his body. His suit felt damp. Was that blood staining the metallic floor underneath him? Weren’t they almost invulnerable in their suits? His side started feeling numb. What… he could barely move.
A hand grabbed him by his suit collar and lifted him just enough to keep him off balance, bringing him face to face with... Hawkmoth. “Magic poison breaks through magic suits.” The older man smirked. “Did you know that there are poisonous moths?”
“It’s a bluff.” Chat coughed and stared in bewilderment at the blood that stained his own gloved hand.
Hawkmoth’s smirk widened. “Pitiful nuisance. I will take your Miraculous off your dead body.” As he said it, he threw Chat with all his strength, off the side of the Eiffel Tower. The world spun around Chat Noir as he fell. His eyes locked for a painful instant into the terrified ones of the girl he loved. All became black; the last thing he could consciously hear was the wailing scream of his Lady.
“CHAAAAAT!!”
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She opened her eyes, woken up by the warning beep from her earrings. Four minutes left, she thought and then her eyes focused on Alya’s — Rena’s — face.
“Are you all right, Ladybug? Chat was a bit rough,” she said, but as Marinette regained complete consciousness, she suddenly realised where she was. The first level of the Eiffel Tower. And she remembered what had happened. She’d been comforting her teachers for having been akumatised… and Chat had thrown her out of the way. Quickly, her gaze darted around looking for her partner.
Then she saw him. Her heart froze as blood drained completely from her face.
Hawkmoth had grabbed Chat Noir by the collar. And before she could do anything, she watched as their nemesis said something and then pushed Chat away with immense strength. For the briefest second, all she saw was the piercing green of his eyes widening as they caught hers. Her whole attention, her whole soul, every nerve of her very being was focused on the horrific sight of Chat Noir falling off the side of the Eiffel Tower.
“CHAAAAAT!!” she heard herself screaming.
“Go after him, Ladybug. I’ll deal with the bastard!” Rena’s voice seemed to come from a far away land. From a different world. Marinette didn’t even acknowledge her friend, or the fact that Hawkmoth stood right there, ready to attack. She grabbed her yoyo and zoomed her way to the side of the platform, just in time to see the limp body of Chat Noir collapse with a sickening ‘Crunch!’ against the roof of the information kiosk underneath the tower. The impact destroyed it and Chat Noir disappeared underneath the ruins.
“NOO!!” Her heart stopped. Literally stopped. She didn’t care about someone seeing her tears, or hearing her screams. All she cared about was that Chat was buried under that pile of rubble. And there was no way she was going to leave him there. She wrapped her yoyo around the metallic structure of the tower and used it to lower herself onto the destroyed top of the collapsed building.
“Chat? Can you hear me? Don’t you dare give up on me! CHAT? ANSWER ME! CHAT!” She couldn’t see a thing, her eyes were full of tears and the dust that surrounded the destroyed building blurred her vision. She started picking up pieces of concrete and metal, trying to dig her way inside the ruins to look for her partner in a mad frenzy of pure panic.
“Ladybug? Can you tell the press what happened to Chat Noir?” Marinette froze. Who on Earth… she wiped her tears from her eyes with a dirty gloved hand and looked around, blinking out the mixture of tears, sweat and dirt to figure out that the person talking to her was Nadja Chamack. She stood at the bottom of the collapsed kiosk, looking up at the heroine with a frown on her face. A couple of cameramen were next to her, filming intently.
“Chat’s life is in danger, Nadja! Who cares about the press! You need to help me, we need to dig him out of here before he dies!” New tears rolled out of her eyes as she once again began her mad dash to search for her partner, hoping that the miracle suit had cushioned all the damage.
A terrified look spread across Nadja’s face as she put down her microphone and gestured to the cameramen to put down their cameras. She gestured for the whole troupe to come and help. Ladybug kept digging madly with her bare hands, trying to break through enough to find his body. As she was doing that, more and more people started joining the TV crew that was helping her.
BEEP!
Her earrings didn’t make any sound. “You must be close, mon minou… I can hear your ring beeping…DON'T GIVE UP, Chaton. Please! BE ALIVE! Please! Me and you against the world! Don’t leave me alone!” Her own Miraculous beeped now. She had three minutes. “Be alive!” She whimpered loudly, growled in frustration and didn’t even try to hold her sobs. "Don't leave me, PLEASE!" Three minutes to find him and to bring him to safety before her transformation would drop.
And so would his… who knows what condition he’s in? The miracle suit would be protecting him right now, but once the power dissipates… No. She needed to find him before—. Bring him to safety before—. She redoubled her efforts, grateful that her hands were covered by the magical gloves of her suit. As she pulled up a rather big piece of laminate, which she would never have been able to lift herself if she hadn’t been transformed, she saw fragments of mortar fall off and reveal a big void underneath. And that’s when she saw him. Lying limp at the bottom of that horrible mess.
“CHAT!” She jumped into the void created by Chat's collapse, completely oblivious to the risks that the building could finish collapsing on her. Carefully she picked up his body bridal style, staring in pure horror at the blood staining the left shoulder and chest side of his suit, and the side of his head.
Marinette suppressed a choked sob that threatened to leave her lips on seeing her kitty in such a broken state. He was so pale, so limp, and full of dirt. But he breathed. She looked on with immense relief at the regular rise and fall of his chest.
“Oh goodness, Minou. Keep hanging on, please! For Paris, for Plagg... for-for me! Don’t give up on us, Chaton, just hang on! I will get you to safety soon.”
She resisted the urge to hug him tightly, knowing that her comfort-seeking gesture could cause more harm than good to her already injured kitty. She jumped out of the building carrying him in her arms and landed on the pavement next to the metallic structure. Nadja ran over to her and picked up the microphone from the ground.
“Is he…” she heard Nadja say, but the woman went quiet when Ladybug shot her a death glare.
“The nearest hospital. Where is it?” She hissed.
Nadja paled. “Is he alive, Ladybug? What happened? Have you got any word for the press?”
“DAMN THE PRESS! I ONLY HAVE THREE MINUTES, NADJA! THREE. BLOODY. MINUTES. WHERE’S THE NEAREST P.U. (1)? PLEASE!” She crouched a little more protectively, noticing that the cameramen had returned to their cameras and were now filming the scene and that Nadja had picked up her phone and was messing with it madly.
“Hôpital Necker,” she eventually whispered. “Go towards the Ministère de la Santé, pass the Esplanade Jacques Chaban-Delmas and carry on straight.”
“That way, Ladybug!” one of the cameramen said, pointing to the right. “Maybe a couple of kilometres!”
She gave both a grateful look. “Thank you!” she whispered and jumped off.
Notes:
P.U. - Pavillon des Urgences (A&E/ER)
Author's Note:
Hi! *hides*
I know, I know, this is very strong. Please don't hate me!
I'll cut the fluff and get straight to the point. In the next instalment of "When Magic fails", "Code Polkadot",
“I need a doctor, quickly!”
“You saved my boyfriend when he was akumatised. This is the least I can do.”
“WILL YOU ALL PLEASE GO FASTER? HIS SUIT HELPS HIM, BUT THIS COULD BE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HIS LIFE OR HIS DEATH! HE’S ONLY GOT A FEW MORE SECONDS TO SPARE!”
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Nemesis
Part 10 of the Dragon of the Yuyan
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The smarmy jerk’s got style, Zuko will give him that. He still rubs Zuko the wrong way––instincts honed over years spent in the company of soldiers recognize bloodlust regardless of how well it disguises itself under smooth charm. He and Sokka exchange irritated glances, but both Aang and Katara are googly-eyed, and if half the squad is dug in, the rest aren’t going anywhere.
The hideout’s pretty cool. Zuko can appreciate the strategic genius of the location; the trees are so tall and the canopy so thick that there’s very little chance of the Freedom Fighters (oh Agni what a stupid name) being discovered––firebenders like to be rooted, and that preference informs almost all of Fire Nation military tactics, so it’ll be a rare Fire Nation soldier that would think to look up for his enemy. That speech, though... Zuko shivers and prays to Agni, Tui, La, and the Four Winds that his new squad has the sense to keep Zuko’s firebending confidential.
The next morning, Jet takes Zuko and Sokka out on a scouting mission. Sokka's trick with his knife in the tree is really clever, and Zuko would love to learn how it works. Once Sokka's more fluent in Yuyan hand-language–right now, he can barely contort his hands into the letters for finger-spelling. Sokka hisses that someone's approaching, and an elder steps shakily down the path in the trees. Sokka calls the false alarm, but Jet ignores him.
Great Agni and all the stars, the guy’s a nutcase. The elder he’s just assaulted was barely able to stand up without the cane Jet had swiped out from under him, and now he’s on the ground and Zuko has a rappel line ready but for once Sokka beats him to the punch, leaping from the perch like a diving eagle-hawk. The Water Tribe warrior catches Jet’s foot with his club as it swings towards the elder’s face, and Zuko lands behind his squad mate just as Jet snarls “remember why you fight” in Sokka’s face. When they return to the hideout and Sokka tells Katara and Aang what had happened, Jet fucking lies to their faces—if that elder had actually been an assassin, Zuko will snap his bow in half and join the Imperial Firebenders.
What really surprises Zuko is how all Katara needs to hear is "the guy was Fire Nation" and she immediately decides that regardless of whatever Jet had done to the guy, it must have been justified. She knows he's Fire Nation. She knows he's a firebender. There's a reason he's dressed in Earth Kingdom browns, and avoids looking anyone in the eye. Zuko trusted his new squad with his identity, but now, looking at the waterbender's cold blue eyes as she glares at Sokka, he wonders if that had been a mistake. Sokka finally storms out, grumbling about packing his things, and Zuko follows, feeling vaguely uneasy and wondering if he should do the same.
Zuko is awake at dawn (he is a firebender after all) so he clearly hears the whispers outside the hut. Sokka hears them as well, and without a word they both slip out and follow Jet and his cronies to a cliff overlooking a nearby village and the dam that protects it. The plan they overhear makes Zuko's blood run cold. Zuko knew Jet was bloodthirsty, but wiping out an entire village just to get rid of half a garrison’s worth of soldiers? Gaipan, Zuko remembers from reading pilfered reports back at the Stronghold, is barely worth the ink that marks it on the maps. Wiping it out wouldn’t do a single thing to uproot the Fire Nation’s foothold in the Earth Kingdom. And the guy’s bullshit excuse about the demands of war makes Zuko want to either laugh hysterically or breathe fire. This kid has no idea about the demands of war; he’s just lashing out at what he perceives as monsters.
But he’s too dangerous to be pitied, and too steeped in fear and rage to be reasoned with. When Sokka refuses to go along with their plan, and Zuko makes his opinion clear by spitting in the nutcase’s face with all of the precision trained into him by the Yuyan, Jet orders Pipsqueak and Smellerbee to take them on a “long walk”. Their hands are tied behind their backs, and Smellerbee jolts them into motion with the poke of a dagger. As they walk, Zuko is itching to fight; the odds are much better now that it’s two on two, even accounting for Pipsqueak’s size. But a single look from Sokka banks his fire. The Water Tribe warrior is subtly leading them in a specific direction, so subtly that even Zuko hadn’t noticed until just that moment.
Sokka suddenly speaks; it’s a signal, and Zuko watches carefully for signs of what to do. He knows that Sokka is going to break left the second the other boy shifts his weight, and they turn and run in unison, so suddenly that their captors are left behind to shout and give chase. Zuko immediately sees where Sokka is going with this—two of the same kinds of traps they had discovered yesterday are primed and waiting. The two Freedom Fighters bumble into the traps and get snapped up like hog-monkeys, and Zuko smirks as he easily snaps the shoddy vine-rope with a flex of his arms. Even spitting mad, a blush spreads across Smellerbee’s face, and Sokka laughs as he easily undoes his own bindings.
“While you’re up there and daydreaming about how ripped Zuko is, you might want to practice your knotwork,” he quips, and Zuko cuffs him under his stupid wolf-tail.
As they sprint back towards the hideout, Sokka breathlessly outlines his plan. There’s no time to argue, and Sokka isn’t yet advanced enough in Yuyan hand-language to understand him anyway, so Zuko agrees, and they pack up Appa’s saddle and race to the village. Zuko and Appa drop Sokka off to get the villagers evacuated, and then return to the hideout to pick up Aang and Katara.
Who aren’t in the hideout.
Shit.
It’s hard for Appa to punch his way through the forest’s dense canopy, and by the time they find a hole big enough for him to get through without scraping the saddle and half the fur off his back, they’re much farther from the reservoir than Zuko wants to be. They fly back as fast as Appa can manage, but the reservoir’s full, the blasting jelly is in place, and Zuko can hear a birdcall whistling through the air. Another call answers it.
A burning arrow arcs through the sky, too far away for Zuko to shoot it down. All he can do is watch.
The dam explodes.
The village floods.
Agni, please let Sokka have gotten them out in time. Please let Sokka have gotten out in time.
Heartsick, burning with fury, he directs Appa over the flooded remains of the village, following the flow of the water. There are no bodies, but that means nothing. Until they round a bend, and then it means everything.
Sokka is waving his arms and jumping around like a maniac, grinning from ear to ear, jubilant in his plan’s success. Behind him stand the entirety of the village’s residents, Earth Kingdom natives and Fire Nation colonists and soldiers. Zuko returns Sokka’s grin, and holds out an arm for the other boy to hoist himself up on Appa’s head. Sokka waves to the people, and everyone but a few shell-shocked soldiers cheer. Zuko spots the elder from the day before, tears in his eyes as he bows shakily to the two boys.
They find Katara, Aang, and Jet just inside the treeline atop the cliff. Jet is frozen to a tree, and Katara is shouting at him furiously, tears flowing down her cheeks. Aang is sitting on the forest floor with his big, stormy gray eyes staring at Jet like the asshole had broken his heart. Zuko’s fury reignites at Aang’s expression, and he glares at Jet and wishes that he could roast the bastard to ash with the strength of his gaze alone. The flinch Jet can’t suppress at the sight of Zuko is satisfying enough, he supposes.
Aang and Katara climb into Appa’s saddle, Momo flutters down to wrap around Aang’s shoulders, and Sokka flicks the reins. The bison roars and lifts off, drowning out the furious, insane screams of the would-be terrorist of Gaipan. Looking at the faces of his squad, Zuko knows that this was a lesson that needed to be learned, but it was a cruel one, and he’s not looking forward to the debrief. For now, though, he’s content to act as comfort for shell-shocked Aang and miserable Katara, and smirk when Aang points out to Sokka that they’re flying the wrong way.
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Business Trip - Part 10: Shock
“Maybe there’s something we can do that will… ease my nerves about this presentation I’m about to give.”
You turn slightly until your face is facing hers. Your noses brush up against one another, the first feeling of skin on skin contact sending electricity pulsing throughout both your bodies.
“What do you have in mind?”
Tzuyu lets her smile widen before bringing her mouth once more to your ear.
“I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now.”
“Do you need a ride to the convention?”
You look up from your smartphone, where you are frantically searching for a Mandarin Chinese translation app, and find yourself more than a little struck by what you see.
The voice is coming from within a fancy, expensive looking limousine. Framed in the limo’s back window is the face of a young woman, and while you had seen and spent your time with more than your fair share of beautiful women, this one still took your breath away for a moment.
She is young; no more than twenty years old, at most. Her face is gorgeous, round and soft, the cuteness of girlhood giving way slowly to the beauty of womanhood. Her eyes, large and expressive, are staring at you with a friendly look. Her smile is just as attractive as the rest of her, which is to say it was extremely so.
“Um, yes,” you say, still a little dumbstruck by her. The girl in the limo window bends slightly, presumably to open the door, and despite all the childhood advice you received about not getting into cars with strangers, you nonetheless find yourself happily hopping into this particular car with someone you had only known for all of five seconds.
All that childhood advice never told you what to do when the person trying to get you into their car was a gorgeous young woman, after all.
It’s been less than a week since your meeting with the CEO that sent you, Momo, Choa, and Mina to Taiwan. The three girls had gone ahead to the convention to set up that afternoon’s presentation, where they were joined by Seolhyun, who was due to make a presentation showcasing FNC’s new tech and announce their acquisition by JYP Inc. There was a lot riding on the presentation, and so the five of you had spent long hours working on every part of it to ensure it was as effective as it could be. You had planned to join them at the convention space this morning, but had to stay back at the hotel to take a conference call from the head office. This meant you had to catch your own ride to the convention.
“Sorry,” the young woman says as you slide carefully into the backseat, “I saw the convention ID lanyard around your neck and since I’m heading that way too, I figured you’d need a ride. As you can see, I have a lot of space.” She gestures to the large and mostly empty cabin of the limo, which could have easily fit another four people.
“Oh, no, I’m thankful. Sorry, your name was?”
“Sorry! I should’ve introduced myself before asking you to get into my car,” she says with a soft giggle, “My name is Tzuyu. Chou Tzuyu.”
She extends a small, thin hand towards you, and you shake her hand before introducing yourself in turn. At the mention of your name a look of recognition washes over her delicate features.
“I’ve heard of you,” she starts, “you’re with JYP Inc., right?”
“Right. And you’re from…” you start, eager to know who this young woman was. Whoever she was, she must’ve had some clout in the industry, given she was riding to the convention in an expensive looking limo. Her name didn’t ring any bells, however.
“Oh, we’re from a pretty unknown company… in this industry, at least. We have ventures in other places, but we’re actually only going to be making our debut in this industry today, at the convention.”
You nod, though you make note of the fact that she managed to avoid telling you what company she was from.
“Anyway,” she continues, “we have some new tech lined up that we want to introduce, which is why we’ve decided to enter this market. I’m giving a presentation this morning, you should come watch!”
She smiles softly at you, her face soft and warm, and once again you find yourself awestruck by her beauty. She was at that age of transition between girl and woman, and had all the advantages of both. She brushes her dark hair back from her eyes with one hand, tucking it softly behind her ear - a simple gesture, but one you find entrancing. She is wearing a simple black sleeveless dress; the simplicity of her clothing only served to highlight the natural beauty of her features.
“Sure. But only if you come watch our presentation in the afternoon,” you reply.
“Right… rumor has it you guys acquired FNC Corp. Apparently they have some new tech that’s pretty groundbreaking, and that’s why you bought them?”
You smile slyly before responding, “I’m not at liberty to discuss that.”
Tzuyu returns the smile. It is dazzling.
“Rumor also says their Director of Marketing is super gorgeous - like, supermodel gorgeous.”
You smile at the apt description of Seolhyun, and are about to agree verbally with Tzuyu, but you decide that perhaps it was best to keep quiet. While the acquisition process was well underway, the final deals and paperwork were yet to be signed, and you weren’t about to take any chances with divulging any sensitive information to anyone before it was time. Your company’s acquisition of FNC was supposed to be the big surprise you revealed at the presentation, after all.
“I can neither confirm nor deny that,” you say, but despite your need to keep things confidential, you find a suggestive smirk creeping across your lips. Tzuyu’s beauty was beguiling, and you found yourself helplessly returning her smiles.
“I bet she’ll be the one giving the presentation. Women like that are awesome in front of crowds.”
“I’m sure you’ll be awesome too, then,” you say, almost automatically. You weren’t one to automatically throw compliments at women you barely knew, but there was something about Tzuyu that made it dangerously easy to do so.
“Oh, I don’t know. I’m kind of nervous, to tell you the truth. I’ve given big presentations before to big crowds, but it’ll be my first time speaking to this particular market. A lot’s riding on this. I’m super nervous.”
“You’ll be fine. Just imagine everyone in the crowd in their underwear.”
Tzuyu lets a smile appear on her slim lips, before biting her lip, almost imperceptibly. It was a subtle gesture, difficult to even notice, but you sure did.
“Is that what you’re doing now?” she asks, her tone suddenly serious, with more than a hint of flirtatiousness.
Her question shocks you a little, if anything because it came out of nowhere, and from a young woman you’d met not even a half hour ago. You knew next to nothing about Chou Tzuyu, and yet here you were, riding in her limousine, trying to discern whether or not you should reciprocate her flirting.
“I can neither confirm nor deny that,” you say with a smile. Tzuyu giggles, the sound soft and musical. She returns your smile and her eyes narrow as she stares at you, as though she were trying to figure you out in her head.
“Maybe a drink will help soothe your nerves,” you say, gesturing to what looked like a sufficiently stocked minibar in the midsection of the limo, “Assuming you can drink, that is.”
Tzuyu smiles slyly at you. “Was that your way of figuring out whether I’m of legal age?”
It was your turn to smile and let out a small laugh. Whoever this girl was, she wasn’t stupid. She knew what game you were both playing.
“I’m not at liberty to discuss that, Miss Chou,” you answer.
She pink tongue darts out and swipes across her lips as she turns her head to stare out the window at the quickly passing buildings of Taipei’s downtown commercial district. “I’m eighteen, if that helps soothe your nerves. And I’ll make you talk one way or another,” she says, still keeping her gaze locked outside the window, a slim smile playing on her lips.
The girl knew the game, and she knew how to play it.
You take a moment to gaze at her side profile, and you are once again taken aback by the beauty in her young face - soft, delicate features, a cute button nose and large eyes. Your gaze wanders a little lower, and you find the rest of her is equally well sculpted, with long limbs and a not insignificant amount of cute baby fat still lingering around her full thighs, giving her a feminine, womanly figure despite her youth.
You are content to ride in silence for a block or two. Your silence is interrupted after a minute when Tzuyu presses a small button built into the side console of the limousine. She speaks softly in Mandarin, and you assume she is speaking directly to the driver. Through the semi-tinted glass that divides the driver from the rest of the cabin, you notice the driver nod in understanding at whatever it was Tzuyu had asked him to do.
A few seconds later the limo takes an abrupt turn, away from the flow of traffic and into an alleyway. A large, modern-looking parking building looms to your right, and the limo enters it, rising to the mostly empty third floor before parking in a corner that is surrounded on two sides by solid walls. Without further word, the driver shuts off the engine and steps out of the car before walking towards the exit and leaving the building altogether.
You tense a little, especially when the driver leaves the limo. You didn’t know who this woman was, and had to be prepared for anything. It wasn’t unheard of for executives to be coerced, physically or otherwise, into doing things they didn’t want to do for the sake of divulging business secrets.
You look at Tzuyu, hoping to find some indication of just what the hell was going on in her youthful features, but she is only wearing a blank look on her face. She takes one last glance outside her window to ensure the driver is fully out of sight, and one more look out the back window of the limo, as if she were searching for anyone else that might be in the area.
Seemingly satisfied that you two were the only people on the floor, if not the entire parkade, she returns her gaze to you, her lower lip curling slightly under her front teeth. She bites her lower lip lightly before suddenly shifting closer to you.
You are fully aware of her proximity, and her closeness brings her gorgeous face so close to yours that it is almost too much to handle.
Tzuyu’s left hand rests on your left thigh, and she leans her upper body closer to yours before bringing her mouth to within an inch of your left ear.
“Maybe there’s something we can do that will… ease my nerves about this presentation I’m about to give.”
You turn slightly until your face is facing hers. Your noses brush up against one another, the first feeling of skin on skin contact sending electricity pulsing throughout both your bodies.
“What do you have in mind?”
Tzuyu lets her smile widen before bringing her mouth once more to your ear.
“I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now.”
“That’s very forward of you, Miss Chou,” you say, trying your best to put up a front, although every nerve and fibre of your being was screaming at you to jump at this young woman. You don’t see it, but you just know your words have elicited a smile from her.
Tzuyu’s hand moves a little further up your leg until it turns and starts to caress your inner thigh, her delicate, thin fingers just inches away from the growing bulge in your pants.
“What’s the matter? Am I too young for you?”
Tzuyu’s hand moves further up your thigh. The very tip of her fingers brush up against your steadily hardening shaft. It takes every ounce of willpower in your being to not twitch at the sensation.
“...Wife? Girlfriend?”
“Girlfriend,” you say softly, “not that she would mind that I fucked another girl. Trust me.”
“Good,” Tzuyu says, the tone of her voice becoming more and more lusty, her words taking more of a pleading tone, “then there’s no reason why your cock shouldn’t be in my pussy in a few minutes...”
“I barely know you, Tzuyu. And besides, you could be from a competitor company.”
Tzuyu smiles, happy that you have played hard to get. With the way she was coming at you, however, you weren’t sure how much longer you could resist.
The young girl bites her lip again, lifting her body slightly and tugging at the hem of her short skirt until it is bunched up around her waist; as she does so she reveals the small baby pink thong she is wearing beneath it. Then Tzuyu swings her left leg around so that she is quite literally sitting in your lap, each of her legs straddling your waist. She wastes no time and presses her hips forward, letting your now fully erect shaft brush against her pussy.
Tzuyu lets out a soft moan as she traces a path from your nose to your left ear once more.
“What about now? Please fuck me, daddy.”
You weren’t really much of a daddy kink kind of guy, but the combination of Tzuyu’s relative youth and the ridiculously hot body she was pressing up against you broke down any last vestiges of resistance you may have had against fucking the wanton young woman grinding herself against your shaft.
Tzuyu presses her hips against yours, dragging her pussy against your crotch. The softest of moans escapes her lips.
“Fuck me, daddy. Fuck my tight little pussy with this big cock of yours.”
There is a pleading, almost begging tone to her words that is simply irresistible. Tzuyu drags her nose from your ear back to the front of your face, and your eyes look into hers, finding only lust - wanton, unbridled lust. At that moment your composure breaks, and you crush her lips against yours in a fierce kiss.
The young woman’s tongue enters your mouth almost forcefully, easily finding and pressing itself against its counterpart. Almost immediately you feel Tzuyu’s hands reach between your bodies, working the belt and button of your pants with her long fingers, and you both breathe a sigh of relief as her fumbling finally undoes your pants.
She wastes no time, her hand immediately grabbing your erect penis over your boxers, and you let out a low gasp as Tzuyu gives you a firm squeeze, delighting in the feeling of the firm flesh in her hand. Your eyes have closed involuntarily, but when they open again you find Tzuyu’s face in front of yours, her gaze drunk with lust and need, the innocence that pervaded her character quickly fleeing away from her baser desires.
She is biting her lip again.
Tzuyu gives you one more firm stroke with her palm before grasping the hem of your boxers. She pulls down the garment easily to finally free your shaft from its cotton confines. She breaks your eye contact to gaze down at your stiff, long penis, and a look of satisfaction washes over her young, innocent features. She grasps your shaft gently with her right hand, and taking a moment to ensure you are watching her, she licks her lips, her pink tongue gliding over the shiny red lipstick she was wearing.
The young woman climbs off your crotch, and while you are slightly disappointed at the new distance she is putting between your bodies, you quickly find yourself unable to complain as Tzuyu repositions herself on her knees between your spread legs.
She looks up at you with that youthful, fresh face of hers, her large, round eyes so full of innocence, so at odds with the fact that she was on her knees, about to perform such a lewd act. Perhaps that is what is so intoxicating about her - the fact that she was so innocent, so young, and yet so willing to indulge her basest desires. Perhaps that is why you have put up so little resistance to having sex with a girl that was so much younger.
A moment later, any hesitation you might have had flees from your mind as Tzuyu runs the very tip of her tongue from the base of your cock all the way to your very tip, her tongue gliding slowly and softly over your already weeping slit. A moan of sheer pleasure escapes your mouth as your spine tingles with excitement - it turns out to be a mere appetizer of what follows, as Tzuyu wastes no more time and takes you into her mouth, her soft lips and wet tongue pressing onto every inch of your rock hard shaft.
Before you know it Tzuyu is giving you one of the best blowjobs you’ve ever had, although a part of you wonders whether it was the novelty of it all - Tzuyu’s youth, the fact that you’d only known her for an hour at most, the fact that you were in a parking lot in a foreign country - or her actual skill at oral sex that contributed to the pleasure coursing throughout your body.
Regardless, as you reach down to brush a stray lock of dark hair away from her eyes, you find yourself relishing in the sight of your cock as it plunges in and out of the young girl’s mouth, your shaft coated with her saliva. She knows you are watching, and she lifts her eyes to lock her gaze on you, allowing you the beautiful sight of her beautiful face juxtaposed with your shaft pulling in and out of her mouth.
Minutes pass as Tzuyu continues her blowjob diligently, at one point bringing a slender hand up to pump the base of your cock as she swirls her tongue over and around the head of your shaft. She opens her mouth and presses the head of your cock on her tongue, ensuring she is keeping eye contact as she does so.
Her other hand has disappeared between her legs - so enraptured by her blowjob were you that you didn’t even notice she had begun to finger herself.
“I’m ready for you, daddy,” she says, as though reading your mind, “how do you want to fuck me?”
Her tone is so innocent, so soft and full of nonchalance, as though she were asking about the weather instead of asking you how you wanted to fuck her.
“Why don’t you take a ride on daddy’s lap, Tzuyu?”
A devilish smile appears on her face. You are impressed once more with how quickly her innocence fled in the face of lust.
Tzuyu rises from her knees and straddles you once more - long, legs and full, soft thighs straddling your waist. She takes both hands and raises the hem of her dress up, ensuring you have a fine view of her small pink thong and the damp wetness that has accumulated there. She presses it against your hard shaft, grinding slowly for a few seconds.
A soft moan of pure pleasure escapes from the young girl’s lips.
“Do you want me, daddy? Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to tear me open, fuck my pussy, hear me beg for it?”
“Fuck yes, Tzuyu.”
You’ve had enough - you needed to be inside her. You grasp her full hips, pressing your shaft more strongly against her pussy. Tzuyu shares your impatience - she needed you inside her just as badly as you wanted it. She reaches down with her right hand and with slim fingers, pushes the wet cotton of her pink thong aside. The pink lips of her pussy glisten invitingly - she was drenched.
Chou Tzuyu raises her hips slightly, and, once the head of your stiff shaft is in line with her pussy, she shifts downward, finally allowing you into her body.
Both of you let out a rather loud sigh of pleasure at this first penetration. To say she was tight was an understatement, with her wet, warm, soft walls surrounding you deliciously. You bring both your hands to her full, round hips, relishing the feel of her warm thighs pressing against yours.
“You’re so big, daddy,” she says softly, her eyes only half open, her eyelashes fluttering as her body adjusts to the hard meat invading her pussy. You rub her hips and thighs with your hands, unable to say anything in return, cursing for a moment that the style of her dress meant there was no easy way to free her breasts. The young woman’s hands are running through your hair, seeking some sort of release for the intense lust that has built up in her body.
Tzuyu decides to let her body speak for the both of you, raising her hips slowly and drawing your shaft out of her body. You glance down to watch as inch after inch of your cock slips out of her - every inch already lathered with her slick juices.
Once only the head of your cock remains inside her, she slams her body back down, sending shocks of pleasure throughout both your bodies as your shaft once again penetrates her young pussy. Once you are hilt deep Tzuyu grinds her hips around as if wanting to take you as deep as she could inside her. The sensations are delicious, intoxicating, and you are happy to let her grind herself against you, but she is not as patient as you are. Before you know it she is lifting her hips again, and a split second later she slams them back down again.
Soon she is riding you with a solid rhythm, taking your stiff cock in and out of her tightly grasping pussy, a constant stream of moans erupting from her lips as you continue to fuck. You bring one hand to the back of her neck and she eagerly accepts your invitation, crushing her lips against yours and opening her mouth to accept your tongue.
As you continue to make out, your hand traces down her long, graceful neck to the front of her chest, before finally cupping and squeezing a firm breast in your palm, cursing the layers of cloth that kept you from feeling the young woman’s breasts in your hands.
The pleasure is almost overwhelming. You’ve had your fair share of sex with beautiful women, but there was something about fucking Tzuyu that put the experience on a completely new level. You tried to convince herself that perhaps it was the circumstances, the fact that you were fucking in a limo, the fact that you had known each other for all of a few hours - but try as you might to deny it, you knew it was her youth, her innocence, and the base desire to fuck a younger girl that made the situation so damn hot.
“Yes! Yes…. yes! This… this is so good! Fuck me, daddy!”
You again find yourself unable to answer - so you answer with actions, bringing your hands to her waist and slamming her hips down hard while thrusting up with your hips, penetrating her young pussy with hard, fast strokes.
The increase in volume of the young woman’s moans is indication enough that you are doing it right, but you want more - you want to show her you’re in control, and truth be told, a dark part of you wants to use her, wants to dominate her.
You push her, carefully, off your shaft, and though she a complaint begins to form her lips, it is silenced when you take her by the hips and turn her around and push softly on the small of her back. She takes the hint and bends down on the floor of the limo, one arm draped on the side seats as she presents her upraised ass and looks back at you.
“Mmmm, yes! Fuck me from behind, daddy! Use my body to make you cum… use me however you want, daddy!”
It scared you, almost, how quickly you took up position behind her, drawing the short black skirt of her dress up and over her hips and pulling her drenched thong down to fully reveal the wet, splayed pink lips of her young pussy. You take only a split second to line up the head of your cock with her opening before you thrust forward, a little harder than you were expecting - not that Tzuyu minded, the loud, shrill shriek that leaves her mouth indication that she was okay with the newfound roughness of your fucking.
Seconds later you are fucking her - not the soft lovemaking with Momo, not the firm yet considerate fucking with Choa, not even the hard, rough sex you had with Seolhyun - no, this is something different, something almost animalistic, as though you weren’t in control of yourself. The only thing that mattered to you was driving yourself in and out of this young woman’s body and making her yours.
For her part Tzuyu appears to fully accept, even relish the roughness of your fucking, and the shuddering, quivering mess she becomes soon after you establish your rhythm is proof of the orgasm that rocks her body, the sensations coming so quickly she didn’t even have the time to announce it like the other women you fucked often did.
The squeezing of her pussy around your shaft is enough proof of her orgasm, as if the sudden, wordless moan that escapes her lips was not enough. The wet slap of skin on skin resonates throughout the limo as you continue to fuck the young girl against the limo’s seat.
Tzuyu drops her head against the side seat, suddenly unable to keep it up after she cums, her black hair covering her flushed features. The hair does little to stifle her moans, which continue throughout her orgasm and after it. Eventually, she is able to form words.
“Fuck… fuck that was so good… your turn, daddy. Fuck me! Fuck me until you fill my little pussy with your cum!”
Her words drive you to fuck her even harder and faster than you already were, ever fibre of your being devoted to drilling this young woman’s pussy with your rock hard shaft.
“I’m gonna fucking cum, Tzuyu,” you manage to say, the girl’s tight pussy driving you closer and closer to the point of no return with its tight, wet embrace.
“Do it… do it, daddy! Cum inside me! Cum inside me… cum inside me, daddy!”
You’ve orgasmed inside plenty of women, but there is something fundamentally different about this - about cumming inside Tzuyu. And you knew it was because she was so young - there was something naughty, something almost wrong, something impure about spilling your thick, hot semen inside such a young girl.
But a small part of you enjoys every moment of it.
You push aside any thought of impropriety, any part of your conscience that told you you shouldn’t be doing something so naughty with someone so young and seemingly innocent - even if she was of age and clearly wanted it. Nothing else existed, aside from the urge to drive yourself as deep as you possibly could inside Chou Tzuyu’s wanton, lust-drunk body and let yourself loose, shooting stream after thick stream of hot semen inside her wet, tight pussy.
For a few seconds you are paralyzed, unable to move as the waves of pleasure resonate from your crotch and suffuse every fibre of your being. Eventually you gather your wits enough to fall back down to Earth as your orgasm subsides; it was, in many ways, just a quickie - it couldn’t have been more than ten minutes since your first kiss to your orgasm. But it felt much longer, and it felt like forever before you were able to finally move again.
Slowly, you remove your spent shaft from Tzuyu’s pussy, watching intently as a trickle, and then a steady stream of your white, pearly semen appears from between her drenched pussy lips.
Tzuyu looks back at you, her youthful features flushed with lust.
“That was fucking hot, daddy.”
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The rest of your ride to the convention centre passed relatively uneventfully, Tzuyu acting as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened, which felt more than a little awkward. It turns out you were only five to ten minutes away from the convention centre, and as you open the door and exit the limo, the back window lowers and Tzuyu’s voice stops you from leaving.
“Wait,” she says quietly.
The young woman raises her hips and reaches beneath the black hem of her skirt, and you realize that she is removing her thong. She slides the tiny, slim strip of cloth down her full, shapely thighs and her long legs before slipping the still-drenched underwear into the inside pocket of your blazer, still moist with your cum and her juices.
“Something to remember me by until the next time I give you a ride, daddy.”
Tzuyu winks, bites her lip, and raises the window. You watch, dumbfounded, as the limo drives away.
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Three hours have passed since Tzuyu dropped you off, and the events of that morning still haven’t really sunk in. The pink thong in your front jacket pocket, however, is a constant reminder that it all really did happen.
“What company is this again?” Hirai Momo asks, shaking you from your dazed reverie. She is seated beside you in the convention centre’s main auditorium, where you and the rest of your team have gathered to watch Tzuyu’s presentation. She is seated to your left, with Choa, Seolhyun, and Mina seated in that order to your right.
“Some up and coming company I’ve never heard of,” you say, hoping Momo didn’t detect the lies in your words, “I don’t think they’re anything to be concerned about. But… the boss did say we should check out the competition.”
Momo nods to you as she peruses the program idly, flipping its pages, evidently bored out of her mind.
The lights on the stage have begun to dim, and a spotlight shines on stage; the presentation is about to begin.
A slim figure in a black dress appears from behind a curtain - it is Chou Tzuyu.
Almost immediately she engages the crowd, her voice firm and confident, without any of the nervousness that she spoke of earlier that morning. She introduces herself, her company, and quickly and smoothly transitions into some background information on her company’s pursuits in other industries - behind her, projected onto the wall, a well designed presentation highlights her talking points with infographics and statistics.
This was not the nervous young girl you shared a ride to the convention centre with. This was a professional, a confident public speaker in her element.
“We may be new in this industry, but we’re ready to make an impact,” Tzuyu says, her voice loud, clear, and confident. Her eyes are shining, her hands gesturing comfortably to emphasize her points. A smile is ever-present on her lips; the same lips that were twisted in lewd pleasure earlier that morning.
“...And we want to make that impact using technology that is completely new to this industry,” she continues, “something that will be totally groundbreaking. We’re talking a complete paradigm shift in the industry that will change the way you do things. We’re taking a complete game changer.”
Was the entire ‘innocent, nervous girl’ persona Tzuyu had that morning merely a mask? Was she playing games with you? You shift uneasily in your seat at the thought of being used, being toyed with. Beside you, Momo and the others sit impassively - they had no reason to feel uncomfortable, after all. You envy them their ignorance.
“....and to introduce our tech, we have one of our head developers here to walk you through it. Please welcome...”
A spotlight appears at the other end of the stage. A young woman in a white dress steps out onto the stage.
“...Minatozaki Sana!”
There have been a few moments in your life when time freezes; important moments, when time stands still, when your heart ceases to beat. Your first kiss. A couple of moments playing sports. Happy moments, sad moments - but also moments of sheer shock.
This was one of those moments.
It is a moment that seems to last forever. It lasts so long that as you turn to Momo, you swear not a second has passed; your eyes register the look of pure shock, overlaid with betrayal, written all over your girlfriend’s features.
You look to your right, and see that Choa has covered her mouth with a hand, her eyes filled with hurt and pain; Seolhyun is gripping the armrests of her chair with a deathgrip, her knuckles white and sheer anger all over her features; and while she is too far for you to see her face, the clenched fists gathered in Mina’s lap tell you that she too is wrestling with hurt and pain and anger.
Sana begins to speak on stage, and although you hear the words, you have trouble making sense of them.
After a few minutes it becomes abundantly clear - the “groundbreaking” tech Tzuyu’s company is introducing is in fact the tech from Seolhyun’s company. Someone had to have stolen it from FNC; someone who had full access to FNC’s offices and staff. Someone who had the the opportunity, the industry knowledge, and the skills to accomplish such a feat.
A final, sad thought comes up in your head, one that is almost too painful bear; Minatozaki Sana was that someone.
Every word she speaks is a dagger into your back.
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What are your opinions on Wonder Egg Priority? Through my confidential sources, it seems like you gave it a 7/10. I personally gave it a 9/10, so I am curious about what informed your decision. Are you looking forward to the special episode and do you think it might impact your final opinion on the show? --- Prince Anon
Prince anon I want you to know you are enabling to rant and make an essay on anime and theres no turning back from it so brace yourself to my very high connoisseur anime review based on absolutely nothing other than the fact I like watching 2D animation SKSKSKS.
I see your sources are correct with that MyAnimeList knowledge (best platform 10/10 my favorite social media 😌) and I did give it a 7. To be fair I tend to be a bit harsh on my ratings so its basically anything below 6 a meh, 7 are okay but they had some problems for me and anything 8 and up I would read the manga of (mostly). So I will just leave my thots below the thingy in case anyone reading this wants to avoid spoilers or is sensitive to opinions brrr
Wonder Egg Priority was like a rollercoaster of an anime for me. I watched the first episode and I honestly thought about dropping it because the CGI monster thingies looked off in my opinion and I just thought it was a metaphorical bs that went beyond my realms of thinking. I kept watching however and when the other girls were introduced I began seeing the appeal to the series and actually kind of understanding the symbolisms more with the backstories.
I specially want to highlight Momoe and Rika, I really enjoyed their arcs and I thought the way they treated their individual struggles and backstories was very well fleshed out and it made me understand their characters further.
I think my problems arrises when the whole Frill and android whatever narrative was introduced and it left me with a really sour taste. Honestly, and this may just be me being picky and ehhh about it, I thought it was a cope out and kind of defeated the whole premise build up in the episodes before. Like, if they were trying to sell me a sci-fi 'this girl is controlling these other girls into committing suicide through mass manipulation' story plot with hints from the beginning I would have been okay and taken it with an x doubt but nonetheless taken it. But I feel like throughout the story the whole narrative had been of understanding each of these victims and their stories with actual reasons as to why they come to the feeling of wanting to end their life and to me the "It was just an android!!!" felt very diminishing and brushing everything else off for a shock factor.
Agian, I feel like the story is a solid one, but I felt like each episode was trying to look into more hidden representations in the symbolism of the hidden worlds of depth that sometimes it just lost its touch and disconnected the message I thought they were going for in the beginning. I feel like watching Wonder Egg I came to watch two completely different shows at the same time where one had this emotional message about life and what these girls went through and the other parallel narrative where it was just robots go brr and fancy laboratories experiment brrr and it did not tie down in the end how I hoped it did and lacked direction in my opinion.
And also the fact Frill sold into the idea that the girls were easy to manipulate and lead them to suicide just kind of ended rubbing me off in the wrong way. I know they were probably not going for that but nonetheless it stuck out to me a bit and eeehh.
The whole teacher narrative with Ai also seemed extremely fleshed out in a way I personally thought didn't fit the timing and every episode with Ai we took a step forward to take later on two steps back and in the end it just became kind of an exposition into this metaphorical take on their relationship that maybe I was too dumb to understand but I just thought of as unecessary.
But then again, I am rambling at this point and I am sorry you had to read all that because I have thoughts and I like screaming them sometimes ASDFGHJK I hope it made some sense I am bad at typing sksks
Do I think that the special episode could up it for me? I honestly doubt that and depending on the ending I may rate it a 7 too but I hope it surprises me maybe with a twist and it can be an 8? MayhaPSss
But yeah no, this felt overly negative but as I said, the series had some positives; the visuals (apart from that weird CGI they used at times that threw me off) are absolutely stunning, the soundtrack as well and Rika and Momoe my beloveds their individual eps being probs my favorites from the series ^^ But yes!!! I talk a lot!!! SKSKKSKS Give me your thoughts on it Prince anon ✨
#I re read this and its basically thought dump but I cant voice message through Tumblr so we get an essay#ASDFGHJ I rambled so much about this when the Frill episode came out that now it feels a bit fuzzy but#those were my overall thotsss#but do tell moi why the 9/10 I would love to hear the other side and maybe I am just being overly picky at sheneniganss#wonder egg priority#anime#prince anon#ask#I still believe Shawty anon was the way smh😔😔 lmaoo
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EPISODE 43 BONUS ROUND: K-POP CONFIDENTIAL
Name: Alana
Writing blog: @jinyoungsir
What groups do you stan?: GOT7, BTS, Stray Kids, Monsta X, ATEEZ, NCT 127, WayV, EXO, Day6, Twice, Red Velvet, LOONA, SVT, & TXT.
Who are your biases?: [Jaebeom, Jinyoung, Yugyeom] [Hobi & Yoongi] [Jisung, Changbin, Hyunjin] [Wonho, Jooheon, Shownu] [Honjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho] [Doyoung, Johnny, Taeyong] [Lucas, Ten, Yangyang, Hendery] [Chanyeol, Baek, Kai] [Jae, Brian, Sungjin] [Momo, Sana, Nayeon] [Irene & Seulgi] [Olivia & Vivi] [Mingyu, DK, Woozi, Jeonghan] [Soobin & Taehyun]
If you could do one activity with your ult, what would it be?: Nap with Jaebeom & Road trip with Jisung.
Why do you think people love idols and their stories so much?: Idols are in the position where everyone is watching and judging 24/7 and yet they still share so much of their personal journey with fans. Some idols are just really down to earth and transparent so they are easy to connect with and for me personally, it’s very endearing being so open. Most of them are just really likable people and so they translate to likable characters and kpop fans really engage with the story when they’re picturing them.
Where do you think the line between fantasy and reality should be drawn?: Way before the line gets blurred. Idols in stories are characters and nothing more. They are real people and they deserve respect and privacy. They are also allowed to date and fall in love and do all the normal things humans do. Don’t be weird in front of your kpop boys&girls, folks.
What would you do if you met your bias in real life?: I’d probably be myself a little too much and say something stupid like, “Yooooooo, what’s good?” and dap it up like a dude bc I’m way too casual irl situations.
Is there a need for reform in the industry?: YES. Idols are treated like products as if they live and breathe for their fans only. Dating bans? Social media restrictions? They are so heavily supervised by their management. It’s really refreshing to see idols have a little freedom to be themselves and I’d love to see more of it.
If you could be a K-pop star, would you?: No, thanks. I cannot sing or dance and I like saying inappropriate things at any given moment without getting in trouble.
What would you do if you found out that [insert idol here] had read [this] fic about them?: If there was no smut, I probably wouldn’t care (as long as they weren’t upset). If there IS smut…..Ha..hahah.hahaha…..GOTTA BLAST! (sir, I made sure your character was well endowed and knew what he was doing, I promise)
Why did you choose to write for a real person vs. a fictional one?: I hadn’t actually intended to write for idols when I got into kpop. I knew I wanted to practice writing with short stories and knew I would receive more feedback initially if I were writing fandom pieces. I loved reading kpop fics and knew I wanted to write them as well.
Has K-Pop changed your life in any major way?: In a few :) I have met so many new people, some I talk to every day, and I am so thankful that kpop brought us together. It’s given my sister and I another thing to bond over and my wallet something to cry about.
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Kokichi hummed slightly looking around. Luckily Momo-chan had been on watching duty as Shu had gotten called in for work. It made slipping out of the werewolf's sight.
He look at the dorm room that should hopefully be Maki and Miu's room. He only hoped Maki wasn't there other she would rat him out to Kaito. He just need Miu to do something for him!
He gripped onto his phone tightly before slowly reaching out to knock on the door . he could have lock picked but he didn't need Maki pissed at him again. That was scary!
Ears perked up as the kitsune heard a grumble then foot steps to the door. The door swung open and luckily for the fox boy he was greeted by the fox girl.
"Who the fucks knocking- H-Huh? K-Kokichi?" The inventor looked around then crossed her arms under her chest, raising an eyebrow. "What no suckichi or Mr. space dick? Aren't you like, suppose to be with them at all times?"
Kokichi only grinned. "Sup cumslut! U-Um" His ears tilts back a bit as he answered her. "Shu is working and I kinda ditched Momo-chan again. Please don't notify them! There something I wanted you to do for me."
Miu blinked taken back by the foxes sudden request. She glance out into the hallway to make sure no one was around before pulling the male fox into her and Maki’s room. “You luckily Maki is out right now. So what is it you want from me? Oh wait, it’s my smoking hot body isn’t it~”
Kokichi gave her a deadpan look. “Ew, No. If it was a girl it wouldn’t be you.”
Miu rolled his eyes. “You’re miss out on a good time then~ Wait is there a girl you would bang given the chance?”
Kokichi snorts. “Good and this is getting really off topic. I didn’t come here to talk about sex. You can make so a certain number on my phone can’t be traced. Correct?”
Miu blinked. “That’s it? That’s easy work. I would only need like five minutes if that.”
Kokichi perked up but tried to hide it. “Good” He pulled out his phone and a piece of paper with a phone number. “I want you to do that with my phone and this number.” he spoke it as if he was ordering one of his subordinates.
The female fox takes the phone and paper. “Okay Geez. Have you always been this demanding? Just give me a couple minutes.” She walked over to her room then stepped inside.
Kokichi just looked around the apartment being careful not to mess with anything. Maki can’t know he was here. At least not yet though her closed door was really perking his interest.
The kitsune jumped when Miu suddenly loudly announced that she was done. He quickly walked over to her and snatched his phone from her along with the paper. He quickly started to type out a text to the number.
The fox demon shifted from foot to foot. “Uh, um, not that it’s my business but well... the Future Foundation has your phone tapped.”
“I know. It wasn’t hard to figure that out. Why do you think I was asking for this number to be untraceable. I can’t let them know about it.” The male fox spoke without looking up from the text he was looking over.
Miu looked at Kokichi shocked. “Why would they have your phone bugged in the first place and what’s so special about that number anyways?”
Kokichi sent the text then stuck his phone in his pocket. He smirked at her. “That’s confidential~ And it for my evil organization~ What else could be for?” He tilted his head to the side with a shit eating grin.
“You know you could just say you don’t wanna tell me then spout your lies.”
Kokichi just suck his tongue out at her before running out of the dorm to go find Momo-kun ready for the lecture he was gonna get from him.
#danganronpa fantasy au#ask-kistune-kokichi-n-co#danganronpa v3#ask blog#drv3#kokichi ouma#kitsune!kokichi#miu iruma#fox demon!miu#mentions kaito#mentions maki#mod kokichi#plot tag
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finally made my archive of doctor who Confidential able to be shared! here you got the full episodes, the youtube videos, and such! all is here according to the Tardis wiki episode list! (even some of the episodes are in hd, the ones i managed to find in full!
#doctor who#dw#tenth doctor#eleventh doctor#ninth doctor#9th doctor#11th doctor#10th doctor#rose tyler#doctor who confidential#momo confidential watch#dwc#dw cast
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Movie Night (Mul-Ships)
Not exactly a fanfic I’m proud of, but it possesses a lot of fluffy-good shit. Movie night at the UA Dorms!
Ships: Denki X Shinso, Jiro X Momo, Shoji X Tokoyami X Koda, Bakugou X Kirishima, Izuku X Todoroki
Now I don’t ship DenkiXShinso, JiroXMomo or IzukuXTodoroki, but I really don’t mind writing fanfiction for them all! (Plus the pairing ShouTokoKoda, I’ve never done that before, but I sort of ship it) This was my first attempt at writing these lot.
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Denki Kaminari was beyond excited - Tonight, to celebrate moving in together in the new school dorms, they'd began a new tradition: Movie night! Everyone in class 1-A was invited and somehow, just somehow, the blond had managed to get permission for Shinso to come along to the party. It was going to be so fun!
"Would you stop jumping around?" Came the tired voice of his boyfriend, Hitoshi. The purple-haired teen was sorting out the fixed positions of where everyone would sit for the movie, laying out blankets on the floor to better comfort those sitting on the slightly tough carpet. "Can you help? I don't know who to put here." He pointed at the end of the sofa. "I don't exactly know who's couples in this damn household."
The Class 1-A member looked at the spot. "Hmm, Shoji, Tokoyami and Koji will fit in there." He declared simply before turning to set out the bowls of popcorn. "They can snuggle up - it'll be cute."
"Koji and Shoji I can imagine being boyfriends, but Tokoyami as well?" Shinso gave a low whistle, laying a black blanket down and adorning it with blue pillows. "Damn."
Denki giggled, applying each area with a practically full bowl of sweets and a bowl of snacks. "Yeah but they're so cute together it's unreal."
"We're cute together." The mind-controlling-quirk user whined, brushing back his hair. "Who should sit next to them?"
"Probably Bakugou and Kirishima. Putting the angry-Pomeranian next to the chill kids will be good for the lives of the rest of us. Besides-" He smiled, chucking a pillow in his boyfriends direction and hitting him square on the back of the head. "It means they can smooch and not have to worry about people saying anything."
"You're disgusting...." He seemed as if he wanted to say more, but instead Hitoshi shook his head and went over to the movie selections, rummaging through them quietly.
"We can smooch too if you want!" Kaminari sing-songed. The general-studies student blushed madly, trying to hide his face among the films. "Aw, so cute!" Shinso refused to look at the other boy, but had to agree the idea sounded nice.
"Shut it, Pikachu!" He groaned, trying to sound annoyed. "Let's just find a movie."
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"Do you know what movie we're watching?" Kirishima asked from Bakugou's bed, watching as the student paced around the room, trying to find his phone. "I hope it's an action or something - ooh, horror sounds good too!"
Katsuki stopped to look at his boyfriend. "It's stupid, that's why I'm trying to find my phone, so I don't have to watch this bullshit."
The hardening-hero pouted in annoyance, sitting up and crossing his arms over his chest. "Oi, that's no way to take a movie night! It's supposed to be fun!" Kirishima was slowly easing towards his best card - "Do it for me?"
They made eye contact just as the older student finally found his phone, and Bakugou snorted. "Fuckin' fine." He dropped the electronic for extra measure. "Only because I love you though." Walking over to the red-haired teen, he sat down besides him, pulling him into a tight hug and pressing his lips dominantly on Kirishima's neck. "You owe me." He growled out.
"I know I do - now let's go!"
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"Couldn't this have been tomorrow?" Tokoyami yawned, hands raising to his beak embarrassingly. "I'd much rather sleep."
Koji and Shoji looked at their smallest boyfriend, and the feather-headed boy saw the concern in their eyes. "I just had rough hero-work studies." He supplied, stretching tiredly. "But 'm also in dire need of something to do as well."
The pair knew they couldn't ask about the studies as everything was all confidential information that they understood couldn't be shared with them. 'It must be hard working with Hawks' Koda signed, smiling at the dark-quirk user. 'He's such a fast hero.'
"You aren't wrong there." Shoji chuckled, turning away from the two to grab his sleeveless pajama top, quickly changing out of his regular shirt in favor for this one. "Hawks is an amazing hero though, so it must feel great to study him in person."
"It is." He agreed quietly, nodding along and sitting himself on Mezo's bed, curling his legs underneath him. "Anywho, the movie... I think it's going to be a horror - aren't Shinso and Kaminari picking? Definitely a horror." Everyone voiced their agreements with a low hum. It just made sense.
By the end of the conversation, the tallest had changed out of his usual clothing and he transformed a tentacle into a mouth to smile at his boyfriends. "Let's go then - I'm all done now."
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"You excited, babe?"
Jiro couldn't help but blush at the nickname. "Yeah I am." She confessed, not able to hide the thought of being able to watch a movie with all of her classmates - it in itself sounded like a movie. "I'm good to go, how about you?"
Momo was currently going through drawer after drawer trying to find something suitable to wear. "I think I've found something good, but maybe it's too laid-back for a movie night. Help me?"
The smaller girl jumped off of the school desk situated in the corner, coming up to the younger and looking at the clothing choice. It was a soft red cotton top combined with a dark black pair of joggers and some animal socks. Jiro nodded approvingly. "It looks fine, don't worry. Have you never been to a movie night before? It's supposed to be laid back and chill."
Yaoyorozu smiled softly. "I don't normally watch movies - I prefer books and things much more classical." Her black hair bobbed as she leaned down to pick the clothes up before making her way to her personal bathroom. "Be back in a second." She winked.
"I hope it's some form of musical." She rambled on as her girlfriend got changed. "Or like, a horror film - I haven't seen a horror film in ages!"
"Me too!" Came the muffle from the other room, and the door swung open revealing the teen in her comfy clothes, holding neatly folded regular clothes. Placing them down, she grabbed her phone and then Jiro's hand. "Let's go then!"
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Midoriya knocked on his boyfriends door, hearing a small 'come in'. Turning the nob, he pushed open the door and leaned against it, eyeing the half cold, half hot hero as he fumbled with his hoodie sleeves, not quite sure whether to pull them down or keep them up. "Are you serious, Todoroki?" He giggled, eyes shining. "You're worried about hoodie sleeves?"
"Yeah." Came the confused voice of his lover. His red and white hair was mixed in the middle as he ran a hand through it, sighing. "I'm just a little nervous." He admitted, smiling sheepishly. "Should I be?"
"What, no, no!" The once quirkless hero gave a smile at the younger. "It's honestly fine, don't worry - movie nights are fun."
Todoroki finally left the sleeves down, walking up to the green-haired teen and placing a kiss on his nose. "You know best." He drawled out, taking his slightly hold hands in his left hand, warming them instantly. "Shall we go, my prince?"
"Oh my God don't call me that!" Deku screeched with embarrassment, hiding his face into the taller's chest. "You're so ridiculous!" He whined, but none the less held his hand as they walked down the corridor to the stairs.
"You love me really."
He sighed. "I do..."
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"Who's ready for movie night!" Screamed Sero, clutching the remote as he slumped on the sofa next to Ojiro. The tailed-man covered his left ear from the sound of the deafening scream.
"Jesus dude, you just deafened me!"
Tokoyami piped up from the other side of the room. "Me too!"
Bakugou stormed into the room with kirishima trailing behind him. "And me too, you jackass, Present-Mic wannabe." Everyone burst into laughter at the scene. Hanto sunk into the couch, grinning awkwardly. "What movie we watchin' anyway?"
The blond-haired boy that was Denki stood up, coughing in a way that seemed as if he was about to give a toast. "So, ladies and gentlemen." He bowed at his audience - the only person who was finding this amusing was his boyfriend, so no claps bounced back from the crowd. "Ouch, tough crowd - anyway, we're watching IT."
"Called it!" Sato called from where he was sat, raising his arms up and high-fiving Mina, who was grinning like an idiot. "Hagakure you owe me two thousand and five yen!"
"Aw c'mon!"
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Fumikage was curled up in Shoji's many arms by the time all the murder and actual horror began. Despite the screams emmiting from the TV, the student just turned his body around and pressed his beak tiredly into the teens shirt. "'M goin' to sleep." He slurred, feeling Mezo chuckle against him. "Wake me if somethin' happens."
By the time the smallest had actually drifted off, Koda caught sight of what had happened. "Is he asleep?" Came a small squeak - it was far too dark to sign to his boyfriends, so he knew he had to talk. Shoji lowered his arms a little to reveal the soft-feathered boy cradled in his arms. "Awww."
"How are you finding the movie, Koda?" The taller asked, shifting Fumikage slightly so they both wouldn't get sore. "Not too scary for you, right?"
The Ani-Voice hero shook his head, grinning shyly before turning back to look at the screen. "I'm all good - it's only a little bit scary."
Making another tentacle and changing it into a hand, he slipped it into Koda's own, and watched as Koji jumped before settling and leaning closer to the taller teenager. "Thanks." He whispered.
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"Ey, Tokoyami is out cold." Denki couldn't hold back the snicker as he leaned against the back of the sofa and his boyfriend collectively. "Guess the horror doesn't scare him that much."
"To be totally honest with you." Shinso didn't looked impressed either. "I thought the movie was supposed to be better."
Kaminari gaped at the purple-haired male. "I'm not wrong - I mean, look at him! He's a clown!"
A sudden rough chuckle cut them off of their thoughts. Bakugou's blond hair flopped loosely as he jolted himself into the conversation. "I agree but shut the fuck up you mind-controlling bastard and you too, dunce-face."
Raising his hands in a silent surrender, the younger smiled in a way he hoped looked non threatening and civilized - he would rather not start a fight. "Alright, alright."
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"Dude, did you have to do that?" Kirishima was curled up against Bakugou's side, resting his head on his shoulder as he watched the movie. "I was all comfy till you moved."
"Sorry." Katsuki grumbled. "Those idiots deserved telling off - who talks during a movie?"
Ejiro deadpanned, lifting his face to look him straight in the eye. "When we went for our first movie date you yammered on throughout the whole thing, man. And even now you're talking over it!"
Luckily the darkness hid his blush as his boyfriend yabbered on about his behavior towards others and how he did the 'same exact thing as them'. "Alright, I get it!" He snapped and Kirishima grinned, softly poofing his head back onto his shoulder.
"Good, that was getting boring. I love you though~"
"Love you too." He grumbled, voice dripping with sarcasim that obviously meant nothing to the younger as he wrapped his arms around the blond happily.
"Oh mon ami that was gorgeous." The sparkly-hero whispered from the floor, eyes twinkling up at them and mouth stretched in its usual v-shaped smile.
"Shut the fuck up, Aoyama."
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Jiro was around seventy percent sure Yaoyorozu was asleep from the way her body was slumped against her, heavy and warm. Her breathing was soft and gentle, and the smaller had to try and conceal the squeal of 'Oh my God she's so cute!' .
"To answer your question, yes." Ojiro smiled down at her and she looked up at him, startled at first. "She is asleep."
Hagakure giggled from the other side of the music-loving student. "I can take a photo if you want!"
Although the purple-haired girl thought that maybe Momo didn't want that, she had to give in - Momo had so many photos of her that it just seemed fair. The invisible girl quickly snapped a photo with the flash on, momentarily blinking everyone there. Someone groaned in annoyance off to their far right, and it happened to wake the sleeping student up from her small nap.
She took one look at the giggling girl holding a phone and an embarrassed Jiro and put together the story of what just happened quite quickly. "I'm going to kill you, Haga'." She said sweetly, pursing her lips at the woman that she couldn't even see. "Just you wait."
"You can try!"
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"What are they even talking about, they do realize this is a movie night right? Not some girls photo-snapping night." Shoto asked quietly from where he was positioned, laying on the back of the couch, knees slightly bent to accompany the weight that was his boyfriend's head.
"It's just them being funny." Izuku said, chuckling at his lovers annoyed confusion. "Just ignore them, Todoroki. Look-" He pointed to the screen which was turned on its side for him considering he was laying sideways. "-The kids are gonna try kill Pennywise."
"Not a smart move." Iida said from besides them, pushing his glasses up. "I would have just called the police." He declared. Shoji laughed from behind them.
"I don't think that's how it works in the movies, Tenya." He spoke softly, as to not wake the slumbering people around him - Koji had only just fallen asleep, and Tokoyami was well out of it now. "It's for effect."
Shoto sighed. "But still, they could've brought more than a couple of lousy axes and a bat." Waving his hands around slightly, he mimicked their horrible fighting. "Ahh, take this, Pennywise! - So stupid."
"They are called the losers club, ribbit." Supplied Asui from the front of the couple. She smiled back at them: "Only makes sense they fight like losers too." Before turning back to the screen excitedly.
The rest of the fight was held in silence until it was confirmed the losers won - "You've got to be shitting me, that clown is so weak!" Screamed Bakugou, making everyone jump about five miles in the air. It was so loud it even woke Tokoyami's Dark Shadow up - the quirk popped out of the body in pure shock.
"Yo, dude, what the fuck I was sleeping."
They all started at the shadow, then burst out laughing. This had to happen more often.
#bnha kamishin#bnha momojiro#bnha tododeku#bnha bakukiri#bnha shoutokokoda#bnha fanfiction#movie night#bnha drabble#bnha fanfic#bnha random#bnha all characters#bnha shinso#bnha shotoko
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Title: practicals
A/N: For the @acidzine! I wanted to do something more action-based for once.
Summary: Clearly, UA didn’t want Mina to pass any of her exams. Who thought it’d be a good idea to make Bakugou a villain in the test?
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“Eek!” Mina squeaked as she fell on her butt, narrowly dodging an explosive burst. Fireballs flew over her head, smashing destructively through a house. As a wall collapsed, she stared at the scorched bricks and gulped. “That…was close.”
“Yeah.” Crouching next to her, Kirishima nodded fearfully. His sleeves were frayed, small holes burned from the stray sparks. They were going to have to take their uniform in for repairs after this. “Really—”
As he spoke, the house burst into flames. They stared at it for a long second, then at each other before quickly scrambling to their feet. Behind them was a car and Mina didn’t want to know what would happen if the flames reached it. When the flames reached it. Already the houses next to the first one were catching fire. Scanning their surroundings, she spotted a small alleyway. “There!”
“Where?” Kirishima peered over his shoulder before shoving her head down. “Watch out!”
Another fireball flew overhead. BOOM! Mina could hardly call the building in front of her a house anymore. Grabbing Kirishima’s hand, she sprinted to the alley. “Hurry!”
Laughter echoed through the streets behind her and she wasn’t sure if that was Bakugou’s or the principal’s. A shiver ran up her spine either way. When Mina had first heard that this semester’s practical’s opponents were teacher/student mix-ups, she had been excited. It would be way easier than last time. They didn’t even need to beat up any teachers this time, they just had to save a bunch of hostages.
Clearly, UA didn’t want her to pass any of her exams. Who thought it was a good idea to make Bakugou a villain? Any restraint he had was completely lost now and she didn’t need a bird’s eye view of their exam grounds to see the destruction from his wake. Mina had heard explosions before she’d even encountered Bakugou. Why couldn’t they get someone easy, like Minata?
Ahead of her, there was a fork in the road. She didn’t even think as she took the left turn; the explosions herded her as she tried to get them as far away as possible. Mina felt like a rat in the maze as she raced through the winding streets, hoping she wouldn’t find a dead end at the next corner. Luckily, Bakugou was the only one chasing them down—the principal had opted to stay with the hostages, guarding them.
That thought didn’t reassure her as much as it should have.
Only when she couldn’t hear the explosions did she stop moving, dropping Kirishima’s hand as she leaned against a wall. Sliding down to her knees, she panted, “Do you think he might be…just a little too into this?”
“Just a little.” Kirishima winced as a plume of smoke rose several blocks away. He rubbed the back of his neck. “He’s really not holding back.”
“Neither is the principal. Did you hear his threats to the hostages?” She rested her head on her knees with a groan. It was impossible. It was entirely impossible. She didn’t have Deku’s brains or Todoroki’s instincts or even Momo’s strategies. Tangling her hands in her hair, Mina grumbled, “We’re going to fail.”
“No, we—” Another loud blast drowned out Kirishima’s words. The black plume was a little closer now and they didn’t have long before they were caught.
“Is he part bloodhound?” Mina grumbled, glaring up at the pillar of smoke.
“Pitbull,” Kirishima corrected, shielding his eyes from the sun as he squinted. “…okay, we might fail.”
“Right?” Mina stared up at him pitifully. They’d have another camp and she’d get stuck in remedial lessons again and— “No summer vacation!!”
“Maybe…” Kirishima scratched his cheek, considering it all. He tilted his head, ran a hand through his hair, and bit his lip. Sitting down next to her, he yanked at his short hair, making it even spikier than normal. “I…I can’t think of anything.”
“He listens to you, can’t you…” she trailed off meaningfully.
“That’s cheating!” Kirishima’s jaw dropped, horrified.
“It’s not!” she argued back, puffing her cheeks. She glared at him balefully. “We’re just using our resources like any hero would.”
“…right.” He furrowed his brow, doubt laced in his words. After a few seconds, he shook his head. “He wouldn’t do it.”
Well, that was what she had expected, but she had to give it a shot. What else was there to do? It was like playing a game on insane mode. Maybe together they could barely take down either the principal or Bakugou, but both? And save the hostages?
“It’s impossible!” Mina moaned, crossing her arms and burying her face. No matter how much she racked her brains, all she could think of was charging and splitting up. Simple tactics that her opponents would easily see through. “Do you think they could double fail us?”
Kirishima stared her in a panic, the possibility dawning on him. “Aizawa-sensei…he could do that.”
“He is that sadistic, isn’t he?” Mina’s shoulder’s drooped as she considered it. “Like, he could take us all to the beach and then lock us up next to the window.”
“Or take us to the mountains and keep us indoors the entire time.” Kirishima’s hands clenched, his fist hitting the pavement. “Last time we could practice with everyone, but what if…”
“He doesn’t let us go at all?” Mina’s eyes widened—she couldn’t even sneak out to any barbeques or play with sprinklers or anything. Just her, Kirishima, and the others, trapped in the school, unable to do anything but watch as their summer slipped away.
BOOM! Mina jumped, remembering where they were. What they were fighting. This one sounded barely a block away. They had maybe minutes before Bakugou caught up. If they ran—no, there was no point in running again. Even if they had the time, neither she nor Kirishima would come up with a plan.
It just wasn’t them. It would never be them. She was doomed to never have a summer again, at this rate. Disappointed, she studied the closest plume of smoke, wondering how long it’ll take for Bakugou to pop out of the nearest corner. “I guess that’s it.”
Kirishima clenched his fist, banging the wall behind him in frustration. The brick crumbled, losing to his hardened form. Taking a deep breath as he steeled himself, he shot her a half-hearted smile. “At least we’ll fail together.”
Fail together. Mina blinked, staring at him, before laughing. Together. She hadn’t thought of it that way. Together. She felt a little lighter. Well, if she had to fail with someone, she was glad it was Kirishima. Around him, she didn’t feel like a complete idiot.
Riding on this high, she slapped her cheeks. If they were going to go out like idiots, might as well go the full way. Standing up, she dusted her knees. “Plan A it is.”
“Plan A?” Kirishima scrambled to his feet, standing next to her. He rubbed his ear, as though he wasn’t sure if he heard right.
“Yeah.” She beamed brightly at him. It was simple, really. They should have just done this from the start. Neither of them were strategists and they shouldn’t have bothered with it. All it did was waste time and energy. “We split up to distract Bakugou and save the hostages.”
Surprised, Kirishima’s jaw dropped. “Didn’t we agree it wouldn’t work?”
Mina snickered. Now that she’d decided, the tension just left her. “We don’t have a better plan.”
He nodded, giving that to her. “Yeah, but shouldn’t we just work together then?”
“Nah.” Mina crossed her arms, shaking her head vigorously. “Then we’d definitely fail the test—it’d just be students fighting students, like our first test.”
Realization slowly dawned on Kirishima. “And if we split up, we can at least try to do the test and save the hostages.”
“Right. That’s got to give us some marks at least.” Hands on her hips, she smirked confidentially. Seriously, they should have just gone with this from the get go. “This is what we’re good at. Dealing with things head on. Not thinking things through. This plan suits us perfectly.”
“That’s not really a compliment, you know,” he commented flatly before breaking into laughter. Kirishima smashed a fist into his open palm. He looked as relaxed as she felt. “You’re right. A man is supposed to face things head on, after all.”
“Right?” She puffed her chest, proud. Jabbing a thumb at herself, Mina grinned. “I’m quicker, so I’ll distract Bakugou.”
“Huh?” Kirishima frowned, scrunching his face as he considered it. “Shouldn’t you save the hostages then? You can slip past the principal.”
“Yeah but you and Bakugou will get caught up in a dual or something.” Mina rolled her eyes. She could already picture the wake of destruction from that. “And after he steamrolls you, I’ll get tag-teamed.”
“I wouldn’t get steamrolled!” Kirishima protested, indignant.
“Fine, fine.” She threw her hands up; it was easier to just agree than to argue about this. “Let’s rock, paper, scissors over it, okay?”
“…alright. That’s fair.” Kirishima agreed reluctantly. Raising his right fist, he started to shake it. “Rock, paper—”
She didn’t wait for him to finish before turning on her heel, already sprinting toward Bakugou. Ignoring Kirishima’s surprised squawk, she hollered, “CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!”
Mentally, she sent an apology to Kirishima. The principal was far scarier than Bakugou, there was no way she was dealing with him.
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Izuku def use his vast knowledge of people from watching them to trick them into giving him confidential info shouto and katsuki would work really well together even if they never admit it they get there with the rest of the deku/Baku squads (and momo) and theres a giant fight
And the League loving to talk about plans would walk into that one and Izuku would lock away the information safely until he was in a safe to exploit them.
I love giant fights, but I can’t help feeling it’ll be a gun fight and someone’s gonna get shot.
Skip to when Shouto and Katsuki find Izuku and they set him free and oh boy the League is in for it now because Izuku has been itching to punch them all in the face. He also shares the info he gathered with them. Also that reunion between Shouto and Izuku. Wow that would be cute like these two just really wanting to hold each other, but not having enough time because of course the League is coming and they have to have their guard up. But soon. They’d be alone soon.
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WHO IS THE TRAITOR? (My Hero Academia)
Hello my fellow Fan Theorists! Today we are going to be talking about one of my personal favorite shows, probably my favorite superhero show to say the least. If you’ve never seen this show, I genuinely suggest you watch it right now. You can watch it for free on Funimation in both subs and dubs, and since I genuinely feel the need to say this, they did not sponsor me to say that, it’s just one of the only streaming services where you can find this great show in both sub and dub. SO... now that that’s out of the way, let’s get onto the theory!
SPOILER ALERT!
Okay, if you need a quick refresher as to what I am talking about when I ask, “WHO IS THE TRAITOR?” I’ll catch you up. In season 3 of the anime, both class A and B of the hero course go to a summer training camp where they are to train to get their hero licences, since the League of Villains keeps targeting students. They keep its location confidential to everyone but the teachers and students who are going to the camp, but the camp still gets attacked by, you guessed it, the League of Villains. Because of this, the board begins to suspect that one of the teachers, or students, divulged the location of the camp and is working with the league.
So now that we’re all caught up, let’s get into the meat of this theory. First, let’s lay down some ground rules:
The traitor cannot be a character that has been targeted by the league, more specifically targeted by All for One, Shigaraki, or Kurogiri themselves. So if they’ve been targeted by anyone from the Vanguard Action Squad themselves (like when Muscular targeted Deku) they can be the traitor, since the Vanguard Action Squad doesn’t always listen to Shigaraki.
The character must be a character that has already been introduced, and is either a UA teacher or a student from class 1-A or 1-B. This is because I will be eternally pissed if the character who we learn is the traitor is actually just some rando, and because they have to have been aware of the location of the camp. Since it was never stated, we are going to assume that none of the parents knew where the camp was, to make things simpler.
Also, any character who directly, purposefully prohibits the actions of the League of Villains, in the forest fight or the USJ fight, is safe as well. But, like the first rule states, they have to have interfered with the league themselves, no random thugs.
No character is safe, unless the above state that they are. I will rule out all of the characters that I see as unfit to find out who the traitor is, but this is just a theory of mine and it is not proof, nor should it be taken as fact.
Alrighty then, let’s start with the main cast. First All Might is 100% not the traitor, since he is literally the target of the League of Villains and is the person All for One wants dead most. We also know from All Might and All for One’s interactions that they are not allies in anyway and have never been, so there is no trickery going on here. Next, Deku can be successfully checked off the list. since he has been targeted by the League of Villains in every instance. Shigaraki has expressly stated that he hates him, multiple times, so Midoriya is safe.
Onto our favorite hot-head, Bakugo. Before season 3, Bakugo might have seemed like our friendly, neighborhood traitor, but after the very Kacchan centered season 3, we can successfully rule him out, since he was targeted and captured by the league and was the reason that they went to the campsite in the first place since they wanted to recruit him. Seems silly to break into a campsite and almost kill a bunch of kids just to recruit a person who is already working for you. Rule number 3 applies to Todoroki, who was a very active participant in the battle against the Vanguard. Number 3 also applies to Iida, since he went and got help in the USJ fight, actively keeping the villains from killing All Might, and Uraraka for helping Iida in the fight at the USJ.
One of the tide turning battles in the series is the USJ fight. It would be nice to eliminate everyone there, but not everyone interacted with Shigaraki, Kurogiri, or Nomu, so we can’t say that all of them are not the traitor, but we can eliminate quite a few with this battle. We can eliminate both Aizawa and the hero Thirteen, because they both almost died while fighting the League of Villains. We can also eliminate Tsu and Mineta from the running since Shigaraki himself almost killed them in the USJ battle. We can also eliminate Kirishima, who fought with Deku, Kacchan, Todoroki, and All Might. Rikido Sato, Shoji, and Hanta Sero are all safe because they all fought against Kurogiri. Also, the traitor can’t be the teacher Snipe, since he shot Shigaraki and tried to kill him.
We can also eliminate the characters who are practically insignificant and are just there for world building, like the Guidance Counselor (Hound Dog), Lunch-Rush, and Powerloader, since, like number 2 says, it would be a total cop out if they ended up being the traitor. Also, like rule 2 also says, it can’t be any of the parents, or any one from a different year or course, only teachers and students from class 1-A and 1-B, so no Hatsume or Shinso.
Whew... got all that? Good, cause we’re not done yet. Despite the number of characters we eliminated, there are still quite a few characters that it could be. Here’s the list:
Principal Nezu
Recovery Girl
Present Mic
Cementoss
Midnight
Ectoplasm
Vlad King
Mina Ashido
Mashirao Ojiro
Denki Kaminari
Koji Koda
Kyoka Jiro
Fumikage Tokoyami
Toru Hagakure
Momo Yaoyorozu
And everyone from class 1-B
Again, that’s a pretty big list, and I have no way that I could completely eliminate everyone from the lineup, but still, I can safely say that a few of the characters here aren’t the traitor. Tokoyami is off the list since he was also targeted by Mr. Compress, I didn’t count him earlier because Shigaraki didn’t explicitly target him, just Bakugo. However, since he was targeted as a “valuable asset” I can be pretty sure that he wasn’t a part of the team. Also, and I know he wasn’t on the list, but I’m just gonna knock Koda, the little boy that Deku saves in the forest fight, off the list cause he saved Deku from Muscular and Koda literally hates all superpowered peoples. I’m also gonna knock Recovery Girl and Nezu off the list because Nezu is actively working to catch All for One and the League of Villains and Recovery Girl is one of the people who knows about One for All and how it works and she definitely would have told them about it (same applies to Nezu I guess). I’m gonna knock Vlad King off the list, despite the fact that he doesn’t really pass the test, simply because of how he was willing to protect the students in the forest battle. And like I did before, I’m gonna knock every character from Class 1B off the list so long as they haven’t had a major speaking role in any episode. So the only ones left from that class are Itsuka Kendo, Ibara Shiozaki, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, and Neito Monoma. So here’s the final lineup as of now.
Suspects
Present Mic
Cementoss
Midnight
Ectoplasm
Vlad King
Mina Ashido
Mashirao Ojiro
Denki Kaminari
Koji Koda
Kyoka Jiro
Fumikage Tokoyami
Toru Hagakure
Momo Yaoyorozu
Neito Monoma
Itsuka Kendo
Ibara Shiozaki
Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu
Still a pretty big list, but I don’t think that I can narrow it down anymore than that. Instead, I will list off the people that I think are the most likely to be the traitor. Those are...
Gonna have to wait until next time.
MHA Traitor Part 2
I’m sorry! This post is just getting way too long and I want to do my best on this theory! Please don’t hate me guys! Like I said in my last theory, I have been working really hard on this post and I wanted you to like it as much as I do, so yeah, it’s a two-parter. But I swear next time I will explain everything, including who I believe the traitor is and why I think that. Again, like I said in the disclaimer, this is just my thoughts on it and should not be taken as fact. Please don’t rip me apart if your best girl or guy is on the list as of now, I am just going based on what I’ve interpreted the anime/manga to be. Alright everyone, thank you so much for reading and I hope you all have a wonderful week!
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Okay I’m sure you’ve gotten asked about this before but how would Zuko interact with Jet assuming he was with the gang in their first meeting with him?
You’re the first one, Nonny! 🎉
So I started writing this at 12:45am my time, and finished at around 1:30pm my time. Total active writing time was probably about 3, 3.5 hours? Honestly, that kind of turnaround is unheard of for me, but IDEK, I saw this ask and this popped nearly fully formed into my head.
Nemesis
The smarmy jerk’s got style, Zuko will give him that. He still rubs Zuko the wrong way––instincts honed over years spent in the company of soldiers recognize bloodlust regardless of how well it disguises itself under smooth charm. He and Sokka exchange irritated glances, but both Aang and Katara are googly-eyed, and if half the squad is dug in, the rest aren’t going anywhere.
The hideout’s pretty cool. Zuko can appreciate the strategic genius of the location; the trees are so tall and the canopy so thick that there’s very little chance of the Freedom Fighters (oh Agni what a stupid name) being discovered––firebenders like to be rooted, and that preference informs almost all of Fire Nation military tactics, so it’ll be a rare Fire Nation soldier that would think to look up for his enemy. That speech, though... Zuko shivers and prays to Agni, Tui, La, and the Four Winds that his new squad has the sense to keep Zuko’s firebending confidential.
The guy’s a nutcase. The elder he’s just assaulted was barely able to stand up without the cane Jet had swiped out from under him, and now he’s on the ground and Zuko has a rappel line ready but for once Sokka beats him to the punch, leaping from the perch like a diving eagle-hawk. The Water Tribe warrior catches Jet’s foot with his club as it swings towards the elder’s face, and Zuko lands behind his squadmate just as Jet snarls “remember why you fight” in Sokka’s face. When they return to the hideout and Sokka tells Katara and Aang what had happened, Jet fucking lies to their faces—if that elder had actually been an assassin, Zuko will snap his bow in half and join the Imperial Firebenders.
Zuko is awake at dawn (he is a firebender after all) so he clearly hears the whispers outside the hut. Sokka hears them as well, and without a word they both slip out and follow Jet and his cronies to a cliff overlooking a nearby village and the dam that protects it. Zuko knew Jet was bloodthirsty, but wiping out an entire village just to get rid of half a garrison’s worth of soldiers? Gaipan, Zuko remembers from reading pilfered reports back at the Stronghold, is barely worth the ink that marks it on the maps. Wiping it out wouldn’t do a single thing to uproot the Fire Nation’s foothold in the Earth Kingdom. And the guy’s bullshit excuse about the demands of war makes Zuko want to either laugh hysterically or breathe fire. This kid has no idea about the demands of war; he’s just lashing out at what he perceives as monsters.
But he’s too dangerous to be pitied, and too steeped in fear and rage to be reasoned with. When Sokka refuses to go along with their plan, and Zuko makes his opinion clear by spitting in the nutcase’s face with all of the precision trained into him by the Yuyan, Jet orders Pipsqueak and Smellerbee to take them on a “long walk”. Their hands are tied behind their backs, and Smellerbee jolts them into motion with the poke of a dagger.
As they walk, Zuko is itching to fight; the odds are much better now that it’s two on two, even accounting for Pipsqueak’s size. But a single look from Sokka banks his fire. The Water Tribe warrior is subtly leading them in a specific direction, so sublty that even Zuko hadn’t noticed until just that moment.
Sokka suddenly speaks, it’s a signal, and Zuko watches carefully for signs of what to do. He knows that Sokka is going to break left the second the other boy shifts his weight, and they turn and run in unison, so suddenly that their captors are left behind to shout and give chase. Zuko immediately sees where Sokka is going with this—the same traps they had discovered yesterday are primed and waiting. The two Freedom Fighters bumble into the traps and get snapped up like hog-monkeys, and Zuko smirks as he easily snaps the shoddy vine-rope with a flex of his arms. Even spitting mad, a blush spreads across Smellerbee’s face, and Sokka laughs as he easily undoes his own bindings.
“While you’re up there and daydreaming about how ripped Zuko is, you might want to practice your knotwork,” he quips, and Zuko cuffs him under his stupid wolf-tail.
As they sprint back towards the hideout, Sokka breathlessly outlines his plan. There’s no time to argue, and Sokka isn’t yet advanced enough in Yuyan hand-language to understand him anyway, so Zuko agrees, and they pack up Appa’s saddle and race to the village. Zuko and Appa drop Sokka off to get the villagers evacuated, and then return to the hideout to pick up Aang and Katara.
Who aren’t in the hideout.
Shit.
It’s hard for Appa to punch his way through the forest’s dense canopy, and by the time they find a hole big enough for him to get through without scraping the saddle and half the fur off his back, they’re much farther from the resevoir than Zuko wants to be. They fly back as fast as Appa can manage, but the resevoir’s full, the blasting jelly is in place, and Zuko can hear a birdcall whistling through the air. Another call answers it.
A burning arrow arcs through the sky, too far away for Zuko to shoot it down. All he can do is watch.
The dam explodes.
The village floods.
Agni, please let Sokka have gotten them out in time. Please let Sokka have gotten out in time.
Heartsick, burning with fury, he directs Appa over the flooded remains of the village, following the flow of the water. There are no bodies, but that means nothing. Until they round a bend, and then it means everything.
Sokka is waving his arms and jumping around like a maniac, grinning from ear to ear, jubilant in his plan’s success. Behind him stand the entirety of the village’s residents, Earth Kingdom natives and Fire Nation colonists and soldiers. Zuko returns Sokka’s grin, and holds out an arm for the other boy to hoist himself up on Appa’s head. Sokka waves to the people, and everyone but a few shell-shocked soldiers cheer. Zuko spots the elder from the day before, tears in his eyes as he bows shakily to the two boys.
They find Katara, Aang, and Jet just inside the treeline atop the cliff. Jet is frozen to a tree, and Katara is shouting at him furiously, tears flowing down her cheeks. Aang is sitting on the forest floor with his big, stormy gray eyes staring at Jet like the asshole had broken his heart. Zuko’s fury reignites at Aang’s expression, and he glares at Jet and wishes that he could roast the bastard to ash with the strength of his gaze alone. The flinch Jet can’t supress at the sight of Zuko is satisfying enough, he supposes.
Aang and Katara climb into Appa’s saddle, Momo flutters down to wrap around Aang’s shoulders, and Sokka flicks the reins. The bison roars and lifts off, drowning out the furious, insane screams of the would-be terrorist of Gaipan. Looking at the faces of his squad, Zuko knows that this was a lesson that needed to be learned, but it was a cruel one, and he’s not looking forward to the debrief. For now, though, he’s content to act as comfort for shellshocked Aang and miserable Katara, and smirk when Aang points out to Sokka that they’re flying the wrong way.
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And I wasn’t even planning on writing a Jet redux. “Jet” comes before “The Blue Spirit” in the series continuity, which, spoilers, is when I’m planning for Zuko to join Team Avatar, so in my outline (really more of a list with a one sentence summary/prompt, some of which I look back at and go “????” because I can’t really remember what sparked each one in the corresponding ep) Zuko and Jet don’t meet until Ba Sing Se. But to be perfectly frank— “Jet” was a filler episode. It introduced the character and his motivations, but it could’ve appeared anywhere in Book 1 and been perfectly effective. So, this takes place a week or two after “The Blue Spirit”, or at least the Dragon ‘verse version thereof.
I’ll post a more polished version of this to AO3 this weekend, but I hope this answered your question, Anon!
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