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Brainrotted about the au where kaisei gets together with yakumo first and i'm kinda

Lads i'm kinda leaning into it

DONT GET ME WRONG IT DOESNT LAST LONG AND CIRO/KAISEI IS STILL ENDGAME

But something about ciro feeling like he was too late, that he should have asked kaisei about things earlier, and the whole time even when he's trying to move on he can't help but pine for that handsome dumbass

Meanwhile kaisei is kinda okay with just being with yakumo, but i mean, he's such a loverboy man. He constantly craves getting and giving affection, and yakumo, at this point of time, is incapable of really receiving and returning those loving actions.

For example, i thought of a scene where kaisei is just hanging out at yakumo's place, and he's just chilling on the bed while yakumo works on smth. He's fine for a while, but when he tries to get yakumo's attention, he thinks kaisei just wants to mess around and kaisei is like "no no!! I want to cuddle and just spend time together!"

And yakumo is just, "that's all?"

💀

They don't even last a full year though. I think at some point kaisei is the one to break up with yakumo, and he is honest. He tells yakumo that he's tired of the halfhearted effort that yakumo is putting into their relationship. He needs someone who wants to be involved in their partnership, not just passive all the time. He apologizes, that he can't be the kind of partner yakumo wants; just a warm body.

A little bit later, kaisei has a photoshoot in the same building where yoai and ciro's office is, and he actually runs into ciro.

I imagined it going that kaisei is in the elevator waiting for the door to close, when someone carrying a few layers of clothes is yelling for him to wait. kaisei puts his foot in the door so it won't close, and the person rushes in, panting.

"sorry, thanks for holding it open!!"

at first, kaisei doesn't see who it is, but that voice is so familiar-

the person stands up, and he's met with that green-blue gaze, the color of the sea on a clear afternoon.

as ciro realizes who's in the elevator with him, his heart jumps a little, before stammering out the floor he needs to get to. coincidentally, they are going to the same floor.

as the door opens, ciro stumbles a little, and kaisei catches one of the garments threatening to fall out of ciro's grip. he drops a quick thank you before scurrying out down the hall and into a conference room. kaisei just watches him, knowing that going to the same building presented a chance encounter of seeing him, but to actually have...

a spark of hope lit in kaisei's chest.

he goes off to his own obligation, but afterwards remembers what room ciro had ducked into with the armful of clothes, and he waits down the hall. he's admiring some wall art and other decorations, trying to not look like a stalker, when he hears the door click and a few people exit the conference room talking and laughing. behind them, yoai and ciro follow.

kaisei hears a faint, "wait for me, we'll get lunch but i need to use the bathroom first"

he peeks over his shoulder and sees the blonde standing alone in the hallway, the others having moved on. kaisei is hesitant at first, and his feet feel like cement blocks as he turns to walk towards ciro.

"hey."

damn, why did that come out so choked up?

"oh, hi."

"long time no see, huh?"

"uh, yeah, i guess it has been a while."

the silence that settles between them is suffocating, thick with the tension their past.

"so, i, uhm. i kinda lost your number...and i was wondering if we could get together sometime? i've been wondering how you've been doing,"

ciro stared at the man, who was looking back at him with a hard-to-read expression.

kaisei knew that was a lie - he'd deleted ciro's number, not lost it. and he had some idea of what ciro was up to due to his online snooping, despite his better judgement making him feel worse seeing the blonde going about things as if everything were normal.

their last interaction lingered in both their minds-

it had been at that after party - kaisei learned the truth, he had misjudged ciro, but it was too late. he'd already said yes to yakumo's offer of a relationship.

still, kaisei never quite got the look of hurt on ciro's face out of his head after that. he regretted things he'd done, but that moment had to be at the top of his list.

now, as the two oni's stood in the hallway, ciro silently reached his hand out for kaisei's phone. he tapped in his number, and before he could say anything, yoai's voice rang out.

"cirooo, let's go eat - i'm starving-"

her playful tone died seeing the purple haired oni talking to her coworker. she marched forward, grabbing ciro by the arm and dragging him away.

when they were out of earshot of kaisei, she hissed, "what on earth did he want?"

ciro thought if words could be poison, she'd have killed kaisei with how she talked about him.

"nothing, just, he wanted to chat for a second..."

"hmph. as long as he's leaving you alone now. well, where do you want to eat?"

yoai eyed ciro the entire time they were out, especially aware of how often the blonde was checking his phone.

"you gave him your number, didn't you?"

ciro looked away in embarrassment - it wouldn't have taken a rocket scientist to know what ciro was doing, but having it put out into the open like that felt harsh.

"he probably won't even message you, just stop bothering with that flake."

just as her words left her mouth, ciro's phone buzzed.

'it's gotta be a work thing, there's no way it's-'

"hey, it's kaisei"

ciro hated the way his heart jumped again, seeing that name on his phone.

"oh my god, it's him, isn't it. just to prove me wrong..."

ciro ignored yoai's comment and messaged back.

"i would have thought as much."

"are you free next saturday? i'd like to meet and catch up with you. 7:30 at club fever?"

before he could write a response, yoai plucked the phone right out of his hands.

"oh no way, you are not going to see him. ciro, you can't waste your time on someone who didn't even bother to talk to you when he had made a mistake and assumed something completely wrong. he's just not worth it."

ciro winced, knowing yoai was probably right. he wanted so badly to see kaisei again, but in his better judgement he agreed with yoai. seeing him wouldn't change anything - he knew kaisei was still with someone after all, and spending time with kaisei again like that would only hurt himself.

yoai placed the phone gently on the table and slid it back towards ciro.

"just forget about him, ciro. for your own sake."

he stared down at the phone, that invitation message still displayed on the screen. with a sigh, he closed the messages app and slid the phone back into his pocket.

he tried to forget about that message, and had done well to push it out of his mind, until about 7:20 that saturday. he sat in his office at home, staring at his phone with that invitation pulled up.

'even if i go, he probably won't be there - it's not like i said i'd go after all.'

but his heart ached. something in him whispered that if he let this chance go, there would never be another one.

ciro pushed back from the desk,

"fuck it, if he isn't there i can always drink and cry to the bartender about it."

kaisei slumped over the counter, a glass of ice water in one hand and the other being used as a pillow.

'even though he never replied, i still came anyways', he mused to no one in particular.

"you've been here for over half an hour, buddy. if whoever you're waiting for was going to show up, they would have by now."

the oni groaned, too tired to get up and leave just yet. as he turned his head and fixed his eyes on the melting ice in his water, he heard the door to the bar open, letting in a chill from the cool outdoors.

he heard the seat next to him scratch against the floor, but he paid no mind to the sound. it was getting to be a busy time for the little place, so he wasn't surprised someone would sit next to him.

that is until he felt a poke against the top of his head, and that same sweet, melodic voice he could never forget,

"wow, you're already wasted, huh?"

kaisei bolted up, his whole body feeling lighter as he took in the blonde oni on the stool next to him.

"you actually came," he whispered, not intending on letting the words slip out.

"didn't have anything else to do tonight," ciro replied.

they ordered drinks, and sat quietly as they waited.

"so, how have things been? with work i mean, you've been busy with all those ad deals, right?" ciro inquired, leaning on the counter and looking over at kaisei.

"i didn't know you saw any of those,"

"hard not to, your face has been everywhere lately."

the bartender slid the drinks across the counter towards the oni's, and kaisei took a gulp, hoping it would ease his nerves and allow him to talk without sounding pathetic.

"i know i asked you here just to catch up, but..."

he took in a deep breath,

"i wanted to apologize."

ciro stopped mid-drink, slowly putting the glass back onto the counter. he was still, but made no move to get up and leave.

"i'm sorry. when i first saw everything, i should have just talked to you. i was so scared, but instead i just,"

he could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, the tightness in his chest and throat threatening to cut him off, but he continued.

"i didn't want to be rejected again, and not by you. i'm sorry."

kaisei gripped the glass, letting the tears fall to the counter - if he moved to wipe them away, it would only make it more obvious that he was upset. besides, he thought if he sat as still as possible, maybe he could just disappear. the silence from the man next to him became more and more overwhelming by the second, making him want nothing more than to take back what he'd said.

"i'm sorry too, you know."

kaisei remained still, but listened carefully.

"when you started acting strange, i should have asked what was going on. i figured...you just needed space, but i was wrong."

ciro let out a dramatic sigh.

"we both messed up, didn't we?"

a dry laugh shook kaisei's body, and he put his hand on his forehead.

"i think that's an understatement, personally"

both men laughed, the sound not quite happy, but one of uncertainty - what else could they do?

ciro nervously eyed kaisei's other hand that rested on the counter. his fingers crept over before gently brushing against the soft skin.

"i really missed you, you know?"

kaisei finally wiped his eyes, and looked at ciro with a gentle smile.

"i missed you too."

the two oni's went on about how things had been going. in their tipsy stupor, kaisei divulged that he and yakumo had broken up, and ciro admitted that he had a few hook up's; some more awkward than others.

the night plodded on, and eventually ciro sighed and said,

"i want to go home,"

kaisei froze.

they were having such a good time - but he wanted to leave? had he said something wrong again...?

"come with me."

that warm hand tugged on his again. they paid for their drinks, and like a puppet on strings, kaisei followed ciro out of the bar.

no matter what, neither of them were going to make the same mistake of letting the other go again.

lazy ending because i'm getting tired and need to sleep.

#ciro #kaisei #oc rambles

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doe-in-headlights · 7 years

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Concilliabule for whatever strikes your fancy. (I'm thinking either for your good good boi Dipper or for Magica Madoka. Or for the Alcatraz and the Librarians series. God I hope I spelled that second one right.)

You spelled it right! The Alcatraz suggestion gave me an idea (and I’ll take any excuse to write about them honestly) so I think I’m gonna go with that!

Concilliabule - “A secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot.”

“Are you sure he really asked her out?”

Kaz nodded. “Would I ever lie to you?”

“How did she respond?” Australia chimed in as she leaned in to listen.

Kaz paused to think. “She didn’t really seem to know what a movie is.”

“But did she say yes or no?”

“Neither.”

“Really?” Australia’s eyes widened. “Not even a hint?”

“Not even a hint.” Kaz sighed as he leaned back in his seat. “Honestly, those two are going to be married and living together before they realize they like each other.”

“These things take time, you know,” added another Smedry. “You can’t force it.”

“Come on, Himalaya! It’s one thing to leave things alone, but those two really have something going there!”

Murmurs of agreement came from the various Smedrys came from all corners of the room. While the scene was a typical Smedry family meeting, the topic of choice was causing quite a bit of frustration.

(It should be noted that one key Smedry had not been notified of the meeting: one Alcatraz Smedry. It should also be noted that Bastille Dartmoor, knight of Alcatraz Smedry, was not present in any form either.)

“Let’s think about this; are we sure they have something going there?” Folsom asked. “What’s he like when she’s around?”

“They bicker somewhat,” Sing added. “But I haven’t been around them for too long since the Downtown Library invasion.”

“My boy, it’s clear he cares about her!” Leavenworth added. “You can see it in his eyes. There’s definitely something there.”

“And he gets all red-faced when she gets close to him!” Australia laughed.

“He does? When did you see that?”

“In the Library of Alexandria. He gets this dazed look on his face; it’s like he forgot how to think!”

“Well, how does she act around him?”

“I really don’t know how to read her,” Kaz sighed. “Pops?”

Leavenworth paused to think. “She’s definitely different. You can tell when she cares about something, really cares, and she cares more about him than she’d like to admit.”

“Then why does she insult him all the time?” Folsom asked.

Kaz shrugged. “Denial, maybe. Himalaya?”

“Could mean anything. Maybe it’s her way of trying to tell him she likes him?”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Sing said.

Leavenworth sighed with false exhaustion. “What are we going to do about these two?”

Folsom nodded. “I’d give their chemistry a four-and-a-half out of five; it’d be perfect if it had a payoff.”

A long pause settled the room into silence; then a wry smile settled across Kaz’s face as he spoke up again. “What if we gave them a payoff?”

Leavenworth raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, let’s give them….y’know, a little nudge.”

“Are you sure that’ll work?” Himalaya asked. “Like I said, forcing things isn’t a good call.”

“He asked her own on his own, and she would have responded if she knew what he was asking. I’d say they just need an icebreaker.”

“Alright, alright,” Himalaya smiled. “I’m on board.”

“Me too!” Australia chirped.

Folsom leaned forward in interest. “A solid idea, Kaz. What do you have in mind?”

***

“What kind of training did you say this was again?” Alcatraz asked as Grandpa Smedry led him through the halls of Keep Smedry. “I already had additional weapons training yesterday.”

“Not weapons training, lad!” Grandpa Smedry didn’t slow down, even as he turned corner after seemingly random corner. “Formal events training!”

“Formal what?”

“Ah, here we are.” Grandpa Smedry came to a stop in front of a massive door. “Althought we gave up the title, we Smedrys are still considered a royal family, remember? You’ll be getting invited to a lot of formal events, especially as you get older, and you need to know what to do should anything arise!”

Alcatraz raised an eyebrow. “This seems awfully short-notice. And weirdly specific. Besides, didn’t I do fine at the party on the day I arrived?”

“Ah, but that party didn’t have any formal dancing!”

“Formal dancing?” Alcatraz could barely open his mouth for another question when Grandpa Smedry pushed him through the massive doors.

“Enjoy yourself, lad!”

Alcatraz stumbled forward, and found himself in a stunning ballroom. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, glass glittering in all colors of the rainbow. The floor sparkled with other, more opaque pieces of glass, set in a mosaic design. Himalaya and Folsom stood at the center of the room, with Kazan leaning against the far wall.

“What’s this about?” Alcatraz quirked an eyebrow.

“Exactly what he told you,” Kazan smiled coyly. “Himalaya and Folsom are going to teach you how to waltz.”

“Then why are you here?”

“I’m chaperoning.”

Alcatraz paused. “Like a school dance?”

“Exactly.”

He shook his head. “Fine, fine. What exactly do I have to do?”

Half an hour later, Alcatraz felt like he had some grip on waltzing. He copied Folsom’s movements as he and Himalaya spun circles around the room, with Alcatraz following behind by himself. There was no music (couldn’t risk setting off either of their Talents); instead, Himalaya kept time by counting out loud. It seemed rather pointless; but then again, didn’t a lot of this training feel pointless?

In fact, Alcatraz was rather proud of himself for being able to pick up any of the steps at all. Grace was not your strong suit when you naturally broke things at every turn, so any success was an achievement to him. When they finished with a final turn and bow, he felt he had done quite well for the day.

“Alright, now that you understand all the steps, we’ll have you do it with music,” Himalaya said as she and Folsom began to leave the room. “We won’t be here to help, but you understand.”

Alcatraz nodded, then turned to find the starting spot in the room.

“Oh! And you’ll have a partner,” Folsom added, just before they disappeared out of sight.

“I-What?” Alcatraz turned around to see Bastille entering the ballroom.

“Don’t be rude, Smedry. I can dance just fine.”

“But….um….” Alcatraz tried not to admit to himself that he really would like to dance with Bastille. “Don’t you need the training too?”

“I already know how to waltz.”

“How?”

Bastille raised an eyebrow. “I’m a princess, remember?”

“Oh, right!” Alcatraz quickly tried to look somewhat nice, running a hand through his hair and dusting off his jacket. “Well then, um….” He shakily extended a hand to Bastille.

She took his hand, her arms falling almost automatically into the proper positions, and looked at him skeptically. “Why are you so nervous?”

“Nervous? I’m not nervous!” Alcatraz tried and failed to distract himself from the fact that she had a hand on his shoulder, and that his hand had now moved to rest against her back. He smiled sheepishly. “What makes you think I’m nervous?”

“Well, you’re shaking slightly, and you’re sweating quite a lot.”

The boy tried to come up with a response, but paused as he heard voices from just outside the room. “Australia! The lights!”

“Right!”

“Did you hea-” Before he could finish, the lights had suddenly dimmed. The chandelier now seemed to shimmer, letting off small flecks of pink and gold.

“Alcatraz, are you alright?” There was a genuine note of concern in Bastille’s voice.

“Me?” Alcatraz focused back in Bastille. Sands, she was close, and she seemed to carry all the grace and poise that he was lacking. She smelled like soap-she always did, so why did it still make him feel so dizzy?-and in the low light her silver hair seemed to shine like silk. He wasn’t sure if his legs would be able to carry him enough to dance. “I mean, uh, I’m fine!” Hopefully she couldn’t tell that the sound of his heartbeat was pounding in his ears.

The slow music began to quietly ring throughout the room (if his heartbeat hadn’t been so loud, Alcatraz might have heard someone cue Sing to start the music), and the two began to drift around the room together. As they danced, Alcatraz found himself transfixed by Bastille’s eyes; he had never truly noticed it before, but they were a pale blue, like crystals reflecting the sky. The gold flecks of the chandelier shifted in and out of her gaze. They were, in a word….

“Beautiful.”

“What?”

“Gak!” Alcatraz squeaked slightly as he realized that he had finished his train of thought out loud. “I mean, uh….” Brain-clouding radiation strikes again!

“Did you call me beautiful?”

“Well, I….”

Bastille glared at him, and Alcatraz scrambled to recover. “I, uh, I was looking at, um….” He managed to choke it out. “Your eyes.”

She paused. “My eyes?”

“Yeah, um….”

“That’s….” She paused, seemingly surprised. “That’s really sweet, Smedry.”

He blushed, glancing down. Had he really just told her that? “Thanks.”

As Alcatraz raised his head to refocus on the dance, he briefly paused; a crack of light was entering the ballroom, caused by Kazan opening the door. It was clear he was on his way out. “Kaz?”

Kaz only turned back, paused, then winked at Alcatraz before leaving. Alcatraz sighed.

“What is it?” Bastille tried to look behind herself while still dancing.

“Uh, nothing!” Alcatraz turned his attention back to her as the realization dawned on him: they were alone.

There was a long, silent pause as he tried to work out what he wanted to say. When he finally spoke up, his voice seemed weaker than it ever had before. “Bastille, what I was trying to say before in Mokia….”

“Yes?”

“When I said we should catch a movie, I, uh…..I meant that, um…..I mean…..” Bastille only stared back at him.

“Ilikeyoualot.” The words came out in a jumble, and Alcatraz winced, bracing for impact.

“I know.”

He looked up at her. “You do?”

“I like you a lot too.”

“You do?”

She smiled. “You idiot.”

Alcatraz slowly carried out the final steps of the dance in shocked silence. She likes me? She likes me a lot? She really really likes me?

As the final chords played, she smiled as he stared blankly at her. “If that’s what catching a movie means, then I’d love to.” Instead of bowing to each other, when the dance ended, she stepped closer to him, laughing at his expression. “You nerd,” she whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

With that, she walked out through the giant doors. When they shut behind her, Alcatraz’s legs officially stopped being able to support him.

***

“What did she say? I couldn’t hear her!”

“Who cares?” Kaz grinned. “We have a genuine confession!”

“I guess Alcatraz has a date, then.” Himalaya laughed. “I didn’t think that would actually work.”

“I knew they could do it!” Australia cheered.

“Yes, I’d give that a 10 out of 10 in terms of romance,” Folsom added.

Laughing, Leavenworth enveloped the other Smedrys in a massive hug. “Kazan, go get my grandson up off the floor! He has a very important date to prepare for!”

#OTP: Prison Break #Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians #Alcatraz vs the Evil Librarians #I WROTE THIS WHILE LISTENING TO IRIS BY THE GOO GOO DOLLS ON REPEAT #I don't care how many times I write these two falling in love I love it #Also sorry if there's random typos and phrases that don't make sense I'm really tired

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