#plz take comfort in the fact that they have haunted me for a year
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Come on, Baby, Won't You Give Me Some?
WinterIron - M, 700 - Fluff, Humor, post-confession, post-coital, afterglow, aftermath
After the confessions and the getting together, Tony and Bucky revisit an old conversation. Namely, ‘clothes everywhere, everyone’s sweaty and sore and covered in bite marks.’
This has been sitting in my drafts forever and idk I'm just on a finishing things kick. plz enjoy.
Sequel to I Want Love in the Aftermath
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With a final groan, Tony lets himself collapse down on top of Bucky. Their sweat-slicked skin slides together in a way that would no-doubt have Tony’s cock trying to fill again if he were just a couple of years younger, but as it is all of his muscles feel like pulled taffy and Tony isn’t even sure he can move at the moment.
“Holy fuck,” he sighs into the warm skin of Bucky’s throat, more than a little stunned at just how unbelievable that had been. Tony is no stranger to crazy amazing sex, but holy fuck.
Bucky lets out a hum of agreement, his hands moving over Tony’s back. After a second he adds “I think your elbow is digging into my spleen.”
“You’re tough, you’ll live without your spleen,” Tony says and doesn’t even pretend to consider moving. His thighs are starting to ache and protest being spread wide on either side of Bucky’s hips, but that’s not going to move him either.
“Heartless,” Bucky says with a heavy sigh that has his chest rising and falling, and Tony along with it.
“That’s not what you said earlier,” Tony points out, a wide smile taking over his face. He lifts his head just enough to point his grin up at Bucky as he teases, “You said that I have a giant heart.”
“I don’t remember that,” Bucky says with a sniff, and he’s doing a terrible job of fighting down the smile growing on his face.
“Yup,” Tony says, popping his lips on the last letter, but his teasing tone is ruined by the fond warmth that fills his voice as he continues, “In fact, you said you love my giant heart, you just can’t stay away.” He waits while Bucky makes a couple of thoughtful noises, like he hadn’t said those exact words an hour ago, and then Tony adds, ”Also, my ass. I very distinctly remember you saying that you love my ass.”
“I sure do,” Bucky acknowledges with a huff of laughter, and then rolls over onto his side without warning.
Tony makes a sound caught somewhere between a squawk and a groan as he’s dumped onto the mattress, Bucky’s cock finally slipping out of him in the process. Once he stops bouncing slightly, he doesn’t hesitate to throw an arm over Bucky and snuggle in closer with a lazy sigh.
When he catches sight of his arm, though, Tony’s eyes widen. He lifts his head again so he can start taking inventory of the clear teeth marks that litter his skin, along his arm and all across his chest. There are hickies down his stomach, covering his thighs, and Tony laughs abruptly as a memory comes back to him.
“What?” Bucky asks, eyebrow raised and lips twitching like he’s trying to decide if he should be offended or laugh along.
“You weren’t kidding about the bite marks,” Tony says with a wiggle of his eyebrows, “‘the aftermath’ indeed.”
Bucky’s eyebrows pull together adorably in confusion before he clearly remembers the same conversation that Tony did. The one from several months ago, when they each walked into the kitchen only to be ambushed by most of the team demanding to know their preferred term for afterglow.
Tony doesn’t remember most of the conversation, but he definitely remembers Bucky’s answer. It had haunted him and he’s feeling pretty pleased that he finally got to experience it firsthand, especially when a smug grin starts to spread across Bucky’s face.
“Whoops,” Bucky says, dry and not at all apologetic, and Tony laughs as he sidles in a little closer.
Bucky pulls him in with a low, happy sound, brushing the hair away from Tony’s forehead before placing a kiss in the same spot. They lapse into a comfortable silence, tangled together and running their hands lazily over every inch of skin that they can reach. Tony makes a soft noise of complaint when Bucky pulls back just enough to look down at him, but reluctantly squints his eyes open.
”I never asked,“ Bucky says, like he can’t believe it’s just occurring to him, ”what was your answer to that question?“
Tony actually has to think for a second before he remembers, and then he feels a heated smirk spread across his face.
“Foreplay,” he says, and isn’t surprised at all when Bucky yanks him into another kiss.
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words: 10k! holy shI－
fandom: genshin impact
pairing: kaedehara kazuha x FEM!reader
warnings: no beta we die like tomo
prompt: change + kazuha
summary: change comes in many forms. as a wandering samurai who’s reliving the past of tomo and you, his little sister, kazuha thinks he knows a thing or two about it.
a/n: PLEASE IGNORE ALL PLOTHOles i don’t know where i was going with this plz
“But you, you’re supposed to change. You’re never the same even moment to moment － you’re allowed and expected to invent who you are. What an incredible power － the ability to ‘grow up’.”
－ Rose Quartz, Steven Universe
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The wind is silent tonight.
Not in the way the crewmembers would think; during voyages, the wind tells its many stories. Its howls and hollow whispers tell of the thrill and beauty of the world, beckoning Kazuha to abandon the ship and flee to wherever it takes him.
In some days, he finds comfort in its loud howls, how it tells him of treasures cradled in sand beaches and legacies of adventurers lost to time. He finds comfort in the soft wisps mourning yet another being’s life cut short, or soft lullabies that soothes birds to sleep.
Tonight, however, it is quiet. It remains unresponsive to his calling, and he does not feel in control. He feels… lost.
Kazuha supposes it is because the Alcor is approaching the suffocating air of Inazuma. Though its borders are no longer closed, fresh life has yet to wash onto its shores.
He never sleeps during the night. Sometimes, he tucks himself into his little bed, but the creak of the ceiling and the soft waves of the sea kept him awake, no matter how hard he tried to be accustomed to it over the years. He usually climbs up the crow’s nest and welcomes the gentle breeze that carcasses his face. On even rarer occasions, Beidou will come out from her office and chide him to get down from there.
None of that happened tonight. Tonight, it is not the lull of the sea or the wind that keeps him away.
Tonight, it’s his thoughts. And they haunt him.
He is not one to mull over past experiences. In fact, he thinks he handles it fairly well. But he was young, he was immature－ he made bad decisions that scarred him.
For example, meeting you.
He didn’t really know what he had done in his past life for fate to weave in such a way, all those years ago. That day, there was also little to no wind, no cool breeze or stormy weather. It was just silent, and it scared him.
While he walked around the outskirts of the mansion, he saw you.
Little ten-year-old Kazuha was aware that his family had a reputation to keep, hence the friendliness they gestured towards their neighbors. He knew each and every one of their faces, the way their eyebrows would furrow and their eyes would crinkle. But he has never seen any children the same age as him.
Maybe it was your bright smile, maybe it was your eccentric behavior of carving rocks, maybe it was your sweet voice that sang to your flowers－ but he had looked out from his engawa, and an urge to meet you, to know you set his heart aflame.
But the weight of his family name anchored his feet, and he could only watch you from afar, as you excitedly told your friend that your roses have finally started to bloom.
Actually, he had talked to you, but only because you had no such burden. He’s sure you had no idea of his longing, but perhaps you sensed his loneliness, because you marched up to him and asked for his name.
“What’s your name?” you ask.
Kazuha was hesitant－ this was a family name, he had to bare it, but would it scare you away?－ “Kaedehara Kazuha.”
“Ooh, Kaedehara! Sounds like a long and fancy name.” came a pretty laugh. “Wanna know my name?”
Kazuha nodded, with full expectancy for a name to paint your face. But you simply chuckled and shook your head. “It’s a secret!”
The friend beside you also huffs out a laugh. “Honestly…” he shook his head, the ear stuck in between his teeth flowing with every shake. “Call me Tomo, then. Come on, let’s ditch her and play temari instead.”
“Hey!”
At least, that’s what he think he said. He could hardly remember that compared to how our hand felt so warm as he shook it, and your smile was so, so bright. He remembers feeling a fuzzy feeling swelling in his chest, a desire to be polite to you, to be sincere with you.
From that day on, he joined your little friend group. The wind had stayed silent on his little celebration that day.
Kazuha still thinks, back then, Tomo was fully aware of the weight his name carried. Did you? Or were you simply stubbornly ignorant? That was a quality that refused to change.
“Kazuha!”
Eyelids flit open. Down below, Beidou’s figure is barely seen.
“Have you been sleeping up there? Get down!” chides Beidou, worry clear on her face. He squints, and sees her sigh. “At least you got some shut-eye…”
Guilt pools in his gut. “Apologies!” he yells over the wind. “I couldn’t sleep very well in my shed.”
Wind? He turns his head towards the sea, and－ oh.
What a beautiful view.
Kazuha has seen sunrises before; he has seen them glow brilliantly up in the sky, and hang low in the late hours of dusk.
Perhaps, through a hopeful lens, the sun glows brighter than ever before. It coats the world a yellowish orange, with blue skies painted with purple along its edges. Distant crows flap their wings, soaring into the mountains as little specks of black.
Sunrises signal a new day for the world, as everyone arises from their slumber and readies themselves. Just below, Kazuha can hear the yells of crewmates calling each other to help one another.
It symbolizes much more beginnings other than a day. Kazuha would know. He spent a million sunrises with you.
It was always you that dragged him out. His mansion was big, with a line of bservants answering to his every beckon－ but maybe the security then wasn’t tight enough, because you always managed to sneak your way into his bedroom windows.
After a few months of conversation, it was clear you were from a clan, but your birth was not a joyful occasion.
For all your passionate personality barely brimming within its constraints of mannerisms, you and Tomo never really talked about your history. Why you both had had much free time, why you both talked with no filter, why the servants that watched over you looked like they wanted to kill you rather than protect you. It was always ‘Why are you obsessed with maple leaves?’ or ‘Why do you like haiku?’, but never about you.
It occurred to him halfway, very embarrassingly, that Tomo was not your friend, but rather your brother.
(He doesn’t remember when Tomo became Tomo. He knew his name, now hardly ever grazing his tongue, but he had always been Tomo. And you－ you have always been someone special.)
You reveal your thoughts to him while you three were adventuring on Yashiori Island.
“My mother was forced into pregnancy twice before that bastard went to war,” you bite out, and Kazuha had never heard you swear before, “But they all blamed her. I don’t get it. She… she never wanted us. She didn’t have a choice.”
“We’re here now.” Tomo sighs, a bittersweet grin on his face. “We’ll find our partners some day, and we’ll restore the clan’s name. But when they come begging for our help, we’ll turn them down.”
You swat Tomo’s arm with a frown. “When our feats rebuild our clans, it will sever ties from ours’ cruel history completely－ which also means severing any cruel personalities we may inherit. We will help them.”
When Tomo huffs, you nudge him. “Besides, we’re a powerful sibling clan! Nothing can beat us!”
You both were near obsessed with severing ties with your previous clan. The thought itself brings a sour taste to his tongue. How badly have they mistreated you two for such passion about leaving them to exist?
“And you’ll help us too, right?” you turn your head, grin bright and hopeful. “You could be… someone important! Like our advisor!”
“Are you crazy?” Tomo hisses under his breath, barely above a whisper, clearly only meant for your ears. But the wind tells him everything. “He’s from the illustrious Kaedehara Clan, inviting him is just sullying his name!”
While Kazuha is grateful for Tomo’s awareness of the burdens of a clan, it still sours his mood to be shut down without his voice of opinion.
“You’re not wrong.” Kazuha speaks, “But the Kaedehara clan has long since started falling apart ever since my great-grandfather’s generation. My father is doing everything he can to make amends, but I doubt I could shoulder its troubles passed onto me.”
A hand gently pats his shoulder. Kazuha glances at you, and he sees deep concern pooling in your eyes. “Are you okay?”
Hm. What a question. Not many have asked him this. How should he respond? ‘Fine, thank you for asking’. But even he cannot rely on that forever.
For a time, he masked his insecurities. He hid his flaws, denied his fears, all to put on a brave face for you and Tomo. He believed, then, you two would benefit from the son of Kaedehara Kageharu, and there would be no reason for you two to shun him away.
But you two seem quite different. You two embrace your flaws, learn from your mistakes, and look forward to a future you two alone will create. Could he be like that, too?
“No,” replies Kazuha, the walls of Kaedehara collapsing before your very eyes. “I don’t think so. My father tells me to abandon our name and carry on with my heart guiding me, for there is no use in a family if it is miserable. But I’m a coward. How should I, a lone son, be the one to destroy the remnants of a clan?”
“It was your ancestor, a lone person, that started a lineage of refined blacksmiths. What makes you any different?” Tomo interjects, despite your low hiss of ‘Tomo!’.
“They created something new, a lineage that would last on for generations－ and I will be the one to destroy it all. Its history will be erased, and I will be the last standing proof of its existence.” Kazuha rebuffs, clenching his fists on his lap. “I think there’s plenty of a difference. Who will be there to record my history?”
Silence befalls the three, and anxiety seizes his heart. He shouldn’t have told you this, is he going to truly scare you away－ ?
A hand, silky smooth and soft, unfurls his fist with gentle pries. “We will, of course.” you say, “If you don’t wanna join us, it’s completely fine. We’ll still be there to write legends and tales so large the people outside Inazuma will hear about it. Right Tomo?”
Tomo nods. “Kaedehara Kazuha, the son of Kageharu that faced his collapsing clan with bravery! You’re a legend in the making.”
Kazuha can only sit in silence as tears flow into his eyes, much much both your panic. Archons, he had been so afraid of rejection, of mockery of his concerns, it was such a relief. How could he had ever doubted you? Your kindness, your identical smiles, you.
“Oh, yeah, I brought this rock.” you speak up, with a dagger in hand. “Let’s craft your first ever bonsai. To celebrate the start of a legend!”
Tomo laughs, and you smile, brighter than ever. Kazuha feels his heart free from its shackles, the birth of a genuine friendship blossoming under sunrise.
He has always felt free and flowing ever since then. He moves with grace, but he doesn’t think he would have ever done so without you.
“Hey, kid,” a man lifting some crater brings him back to the present. Maybe he’s reminiscing too much lately. “Can you help me carry these?”
“Sure.” answers Kazuha. It’s probably because he’s approaching Inazuma－ the land of bitter tears. What ifs race across his mind.
The sun is hanging high in the sky, and he is reminded of your smile.
“… and A-Xu told me, ‘So what if Furong has a crush on the captain? Beidou’s clearly got the hots for the Tianquan.’ Is that true?”
“Probably. Why else do you think we can get away with such leniency?－ Ah, kid! What’re you carrying?”
Kazuha scans the labeled box. “Some silk flowers imported from Liyue. Addressed to… Watatsumi.”
The first woman clicks her tongue. “Probably for it’s barren land. Hm, but I heard it was different on the bill?”
“Sangonomiya and General Gorou are committing tax fraud after all.” the second whispers, and Kazuha very wisely chooses to ignore that.
The atmosphere is awkward before the first breaks into a groan.
“Boy, the sun is scalding today, isn’t it?”
“Clear skies can soothe a person’s heart. It’s better than thunderstorms, isn’t it?” Kazuha laughs, grateful for the change of topic.
“You’re right, you’re right…”
“Probably because the traveler’s on their way to challenge every known god in the universe, including the Shogun.”
“Really?!”
Now that was amusing.
He doesn’t really have any comments on the cold, but he especially doesn’t mind the heat. It reminds him of sandy beaches and you running along its shores, the waves lapping softly under your feet.
Tomo has started to venture into more dangerous islands during that time. At first, you and Kazuha were worried sick when he announced he would set sail for Seirai Island, but he always comes back in one piece. Probably because of his swordsmanship.
“You can’t beat a member of our clan!” Tomo had barked out with a laugh, though Kazuha was sure he’s not talking about the one he’s occupying right now.
You and Kazuha aren’t really one for adventures; at least, not anymore. While the three of you used to hop from place to place, it seems responsibilities have chained both of you down.
(Tomo was braver. He always was, out of the three of you. Willing to explore, to try, to embrace the new. He was far more fit for a wanderer than any of you.)
As you both near the age of becoming adults, you have been told to serve your clan as a servant, and.
“Something seems to be on your mind.” comments Kazuha once. Tomo has yet to return from his adventures.
You pause in your endeavor of carving yet another rock. You have probably mastered crafting rock bonsais by now. “… I’m allowed to serve my clan again.”
“You don’t look too happy about it.”
Your gaze is annoyed, as if asking him why he had to be so observant.
“I’m… going to serve them as a servant.” you mutter, soft and embarrassed.
Kazuha nearly sees red.
The only child willing to serve the clan was treated as nothing more than a mere servant? Absurd. Perhaps, if it were any other person, he would remain calm－ but how could he ever, when you seemed so dejected, so resigned to your fate?
“Come to the Kaedehara clan.” he blurts out, much to both of your surprise. “I’m sure my father can treat you much better there.”
You blink, and laugh. “I can’t sully your name.”
“You won’t be.” Kazuha insists. “My father has known you for years.”
“Yes, but the public won’t take it as kindly as he does.” You turn back to your rock. “Your father is a kind man, but I can’t trouble you both any further.”
“Then leave the clan.” he persists. “How are you any better off than being mistreated and neglected all those years?”
“I can’t.” A particularly aggressive carve on the rock startles Kazuha a little. “It’s either me, or Tomo. I can’t－ I won’t－ chain him to this responsibility.”
“Tomo is your brother.” Kazuha feels－ angry? Disappointed? Sad?－ a feeling that chokes his throat. “The first and only son of your clan. It’s his responsibility, not yours.”
You turn to him. “So what if it is? Tomo is happy, living his risky life as an adventurer. I’m clearly otherwise. Why not find something to do?”
“But you won’t be any happier.” Kazuha reminds. “You chase the excitement and fulfillment that he feels, yes? Why willingly walk away from the only chance you can do so, and offer yourself in cuffs and chains?”
“It’s either me, or him.” you repeat, as if you have told yourself this many times to cement your decision. “Just… just leave it, Kazuha. Please.”
But Kazuha won’t, he can’t. Where was your passion? Your bright spirit to hang your head high? “What about the sibling clan?”
You chuckle mirthlessly. “It was just a foolish fantasy. Tomo and I will go our separate ways. As long as he’s happy and thriving… I have no complaints.”
A foolish fantasy. A fantasy that is rooted from your ambitions and hope. He refuses to believe it would go out so easily.
“Then stand.”
You look up at his slowly standing figure with confusion.
Kazuha brandishes his blade. “Each servant must be accompanied with a set of skills in order to protect the master and abide by their wishes. Show me the will of a servant to protect her brother.”
You only ogle at his intimidating stance, but the look is gone in the blink of an eye. You grab a branch nearby, because you know Kazuha would never hurt you, and you’re right－ you don’t need a blade to win this argument.
Kazuha’s heart skips a beat at your fast adaptation.
You bend into a defensive stance. “Don’t underestimate the swordsmanship of an adventurer’s disciple.”
Disciple? That word brought a smile to his face. For you are Tomo’s sister, his pride and joy when your mother shunned you away.
Perhaps that rebellious nature that he loved still there after all.
Love?
“Ah, shit, you kidding me?!”
The soft pitter patter of rain gently lands on Kazuha’s nose.
“It was my good shirt, too!” Furong whines, and beside her, Beidou chuckles.
“It’s just a little rain. C’mon, I’ll help you dry your clothes later.”
“O-oh, okay. I mean, yes captain!”
How ironic, a weather that would bring most in bad moods usually involves the most romantic cliches. Sharing an umbrella, dancing under the rain, running along together with nothing but jackets and bags as covers, while being drenched anyway－ the light novels from Yae Publishing House feature a large variety of such topics.
Unfortunately, neither you or Kazuha could share such a sentiment of romance.
He remembered noting that rain was bound to fall that day－ so he stayed inside. He was lucky he was near his nearly-abandoned mansion at the time.
He has long been freed from the remnants of the Kaedehara clan, and has set off as a wanderer, where he truly belongs; with the sky as his ceiling and the world as his home, there is nothing else that he is unsatisfied with.
Perhaps the only downside to becoming a wandering samurai is not meeting up with you and Tomo every day. He has yet to venture outside Inazuma, so he can still return to your neighboring house. Sometimes, Tomo will not be there, to yet another adventure, and sometimes Tomo accompanies him. All he knows is that you will always be there, in your mansion, scrubbing the floors and answering your relatives’ calls.
He had wondered what you were doing without him today. Perhaps brushing the corridors? Washing clothes? Doing the laundry? Or going out on a stroll with another boy?
The last idea perplexed and uneased him. What if he tried to take advantage of you? Rob you of your things? Or worse, try to flirt with you?
The thoughts have plagued him lately; holding hands with another, being wed to another, or worse－ bearing children for another. Though it is your choice on how to lead your life, Kazuha can’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy when that picture comes to mind.
And yes, he must admit… he has some form of attraction towards you, rather romantically than platonically. Your beauty was never something he ignored, but it seemed to constantly drive him nearly insane these days. He doesn’t even remember when he started to feel this way.
But even his feelings towards you cannot blind him to the state of Inazuma. At this rate, Kazuha’s sure the Kaedehara clan will fall apart, but that pales in comparison to the new decree their god has issued.
The Vision Hunt Decree－ a decree that forbids any usage of visions, and a decree that enforces the Shogun’s army to confiscate any vision that existed.
Kazuha envied vision wielders, once; when he thought his martial prowess would improve drastically with strength from the gods. Now, they are nothing more than troublesome pests for the Tenryou Commision to squash down.
But he isn’t a person to think of vision wielders as such. To be graced with the power of the gods, to have ambitions so strong that the gods would observe them, and grant them visions to aid in their ambition－ is that not a miracle that should belong to wielders themselves?
The winds have become much stiffer ever since the Sakoku Decree was upheld as well. Many with visions, scared half to death, tried to flee, but the thunderstorm barriers that came along with the decree shocked all of them to death. What a terrifying notion.
Soon, it became clear that there was no way for the wielders to run－ so they hid. Set up fake identities, fake their deaths, anything to go under the Tenryou Commission’ radar.
Out of the three of you, both him and Tomo had a vision, yet he was the boldest out of all the three. Despite both your desperate pleas and begs, Tomo refused to go into hiding. He stood firm against the soldiers, and you nearly cried－ no, you did cry－ at his stubbornness.
“Why won’t you just listen to me?!” you cried in full hysteria, “Tomo, this is the rule of a god, not a playground bully! Please, please, give up your endeavor and just follow Naganohara into hiding!”
Tomo had stayed silent, the ear still stuck between his teeth. “There will always be those who dare to brave the lighting’s glow. If I die, there will be another who steps up in my place.”
You had slapped him, and your continued string of pleas barely made it to Kazuha’s ears. For Tomo’s words rang deep, engraving into his mind.
The sky was dark that day, too.
A constant rapping on the door alerted him, but he insisted for his ill father to rest in his bed, and told the servants to be at ease－ for ever since you took up that position as servant, he has been much lenient towards his own.
When he opened the door, you seemed to be in utter disarray, and it scared him. Your hair was disheveled, your clothes covered in mud and drenched in rain, and your eyes were filled to the brim with panic.
The next few words you spoke would ignite a raw sense of panic that he could barely contain.
“Tomo’s gone to challenge the Shogun.” you croak out, and it all went downhill from there.
Your shaking hands find their way into your pocket, pulling out a letter. Therein lay the contents of Tomo apologizing to you, but he must go and make a stand. The rest were left unread as the two of you raced towards Tenshukaku.
Kazuha was ready to challenge the Shogun himself, to parry the Muso No Hitotachi, to push him away from the divine punishment－ anything to save him.
And your happiness.
But by the time you two reached the flight of stairs, it was far too late.
You both see Tomo’s staggering figure as he falls from his tired stupor.
“Witness your divine punishment.”
Kazuha thinks he hears you screaming, but Tomo’s back is turned, and his vision slips from his hands. It flings itself from the impact of the oncoming slash, and it is begging to not be taken by the hands of the Tenryou Commission.
But of course. An aspiration so big and grand, just to be buried under the cold statue of a god? That is something Kazuha will never forgive.
Before he can think, Kazuha snatches the dying vision, and barrels towards you. He takes your hand in his, despite your strong protest, and runs.
The sky turns darker for a brief moment, with edges of purple lining along your shadows. Though your backs are turned, a violent shudder goes up your spine. This was the ultimate symbol of supreme power over mortals.
“That’s Kaedehara Kazuha, the last son of the Kaedehara clan!”
“What? N-nevermind, seize him under the decree! Kaedehara Kazuha is now a wanted fugitive! Bring him back alive!”
He doesn’t remember how long he runs after the divine punishment occured; through the storm and the heavy clap of its lighting, he pushes on. At some point, he lets go of your hand, and though you fall behind, you have yet to completely fall out from his pace.
“Freeze! Vision Hunt Decree!”
You both fight against various soldiers. Their looks are eager to rope you back to Tenshukaku.
Not even the rain can wash away their blood as you two venture on.
Thousands of thoughts race across his mind. Where should he go? Where should he take you? Where in Teyvat will you two escape a god’s wrath?
You two barely reach the shore of Narukami when a boatman stops you. Kazuhas instincts return tenfold, and he unsheathes his blade－ but the boatman takes one look at him.
“Kaedehara, that’s you, right? Get on board, I’ll get you out!”
Confusion flints across your face, and he’s sure he looks the same way as well. “But… why are you helping me? I’m a wanted fugitive.”
“Obviously the Yashiro－” grumbles the boatman, but he cuts himself off. “An anonymous financial sponsor wants you to get out safely. You can bring your girl along, too.”
He’s sure if under less dire circumstances, you would have had plenty of things to say to that.
“But there’s only so much they can do. After this, you’ll be on your own.”
Kazuha nods, relief of a supporting figure nearly making him buckle his knees. “Thank you. I am in your debt.”
“As am I.” you say, but before you two can clamber onto the boat, there is a strange direction of wind in the midst of rain－
The wind is his companion, his ears and eyes when he is lost and wandering. It had accompanied him and journeyed with him through mountains and rivers, and it warns him－
He ignores it, and that was his fatal mistake.
You suddenly scream and collapse onto the ground. Kazuha quickly glances at you, horror etched on his face at the sudden arrow now stuck on your waist.
“Vision Hunt Decree!”
From a distance, tropes begin to emerge from the rain’s shadow, armed with spears.
“Shit!” the boatman curses, “There were more?!”
“Kaedehara Kazuha!” comes a familiar voice, and Kazuha is met with the determined eyes of Kujou Sara. “This is your final warning. Surrender now, and no one else gets hurt.”
“Fucking piece of shit－”
You rise from the ground, and turn to the boatman.
“It’s him they want, yeah? I’ll distract them. Row away as quickly as you can－ I can hold off these guys, but it’s only a matter of time. Go!”
For a moment, the world slows to a stop. The words that left your mouth made no sense to him－ what do you mean? Was he to leave you alone?
No. Nononononono. He lost Tomo, he can’t lose you too.
“I’ll be fine,” you make out, despite your trembling figure and the pool of red that slowly taints your clothes. “A little arrow isn’t going to stop me. Go, and don’t you dare come back!”
His feeble hand reaches for your turning figure, but the boatman pleads him to stay－ he didn’t listen, but he was forced into the boat anyway.
“Don’t you dare die!” he screams, hoarse and desperate with some form of assurance that you’ll be okay.
You laugh, even when you fling thousands of soldiers away from his direction. “Don’t underestimate the anger of a vengeful sister!”
The world is numb to his cries and yells, as the boatman forces him to stay put. He can only watch your little figure dancing a battle with one of the deadliest forces of the Tenryou Commission, watch your little staggers and hear your groans, as he is rowed away from the very person he was supposed to protect.
With such a fatal wound, plus a battle that you cannot hold onto forever－ it is a death that is bound to come.
In one, short day, he had lost two of the most important people in his life.
He can only curl in the little boat and let sobs tear out from his throat.
A loud clap of thunder jolts him from his memory. He breathes, and exhales. That happened years ago. He is no longer the little boy that sacrificed two of his precious friends to escape his punishment. He is a man with a simmering hope to fight with the resistance.
Maybe rain is a special weather. It is when most conflicts arise, when the things most precious to you are anchored on soil, bare and for him to see.
The affection that nestles deep beneath his heart for Tomo will never grow stale. His fondness for you has yet to waver with each passing day.
Yet, there is a difference. He has wallowed in his mourning and has moved past it, but a soft whisper of the wind tells him you are still alive. Maybe fully recovered, maybe barely breathing, but your pulse is read in soft wisps, and it travels to his presence. A soft reminder that you are waiting for him in Inazuma.
The hope that you could still be alive, you could still smile yet again, strives him to set sail for Inazuma once more－ facing its thunder head-on.
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Inazuma is sadly still in its sorry state－ but Kazuha is stronger now. He’s ready to protect, to defend, to save.
Him and Beidou snuck into the battle of Nazuchi Beach, where the resistance was facing the Shogun’s army on the front lines.
Needless to say, with their additional help, plus Her Excellency’s return, the resistance has secured a temporary victory. Watatsumi soldiers would have rejoiced at gaining the upper hand－
－ Had a Tenryou soldier not snuck up on them and nearly sniped Beidou.
Kazuha had not made the same mistake twice, of course; over the course of his travels, he had become sharper, faster, a better samurai to save. The winds warn him of high tides and dark clouds, so he dashes for shelter. It tells him who is coming and when, so he prepares himself.
It tells him when his friend is going to get killed, so he sprints.
Kazuha prides himself in his martial prowess, but that confidence has washed away the moment it whispers; ‘It’s okay. Someone else’s got this.’
For a brief, terrifying moment, he doubts the wind－ but that second is over, and a sharp clap of pyro collides with the arrow, and the overload roars as a puff of explosion knocks the soldier down.
“Did that guy try to assassinate Captain Beidou?!“
“Quick, pin him down!”
Forces immediately swarm the soldier, their disgust evident on their face as they haul him for interrogation.
Beidou lets out a bark of laughter, barely concealing disappointment in herself for her lack of defence. “Looks like the Conqueror of Haishan gets to live another day.” she mutters to herself.
Kazuha places a hand on her shoulder. “Please, do not be harsh on yourself. Mistakes happen.”
“Mistakes that nearly cost my life.” Beidou sighs. She turns to the retreating figure with a clap on the back. “And I have you to thank. Don’t think you can slip away, young lady.”
The figure tenses, but turns back around to meet Beidou’s shining smile. “It was nothing.”
“Nothing? A load of bull.” Beidou swings an arm around her. “What’s your name, kid?”
“Hm.” The woman hums. “You can just call me Captain of Swordfish I.”
“But that’s so loooong.”
She refused to tell Beidou her name, no matter how much she pestered her－ but even if she didn’t, Kazuha wouldn’t need to hear it from her lips.
Arrow stuck in waists, stormy nights, Tomo－
It was you. He could remember your face anywhere, anytime. Though you have grown, some of your distinctive features remain.
Relief crashes into his chest, years of sincere hope and internal pleas coming into fruition. For you stand, in the Resistance, a pyro vision in hand－ true to your fiery, passionate nature.
He nearly buckles his knees, but he forces himself to stand. For a moment, you two exchange glances, and another nervous, rather shy feeling creeps up his throat. The feeling of enamourment slams into him tenfold, for you were more beautiful than he could ever imagine.
To his delightful surprise, you darted from his gaze, a small blush painting your cheeks. Sort of… adorable.
“I’ll be going now.” you bow to Beidou. You turn to your troops. “All forces return to Watatsumi Island to recuperate!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
And, just as quickly you left him, you were gone once more.
You seemed to love disappearing the moment he was in the room, apparently. Even when giving a report to Her Excellency, you interrupt yourself mid-sentence and kindly ask for permission to leave the tent that shields you from the rain.
Kazuha doesn’t think the weather was this serious before. But it has been a while since he came back to Inazuma, so he was quite unfamiliar with the changes that happened. Mondstadt’s free and low landscapes makes it a peaceful visit, with scattered ruins and a couple of hilichurls walking around. All in all, it was safe. Secure. Liyue has high mountains and a rich history behind each scenery, plus their cuisine is divine and the collabs Xinyan and Yunjin performed were nothing short of amazing. So, from some people’s perspective, Inazuma, a land of thunder and constant danger, would not be the safest place to live in.
And Kazuha understands why. From the outside, everything looks almost the same; the Tartagami, the dangers of Kairagi and Nobushi, the solemn tension that lays akin to a thick blanket draping on surviving civilizations.
From the inside, however, many things have changed. Restrictions are pressing on, but people are no longer sheltering in their homes. They are sick and tired of the Shogun’s incapability to understand mortal stubbornness.
Thus, the resistance. A safe haven for those with visions and those who wish to fight alongside them. No matter how powerful vision wielders are, they are small in size. In this scenario, quantity beats quality, but they are no longer alone.
And, well, you. He didn’t expect to see you. He thought you would still be mourning the loss of your brother. Perhaps it was your grief that spurred you on.
Whatever the case, the only two children remotely connected to your clan have fallen, and it has collapsed all-together. You didn’t seem to mind, though.
Some days, you are seen talking with the traveler, who meets you and befriends you at a rapid pace. Some days, you are discussing the anonymous supplies sent to the resistance with General Gorou. Some days, you train with the soldiers with a spark he thought was long gone.
Your rebellious nature against injustice was never gone. It was still there, burning bright and true, hidden behind the thin veil of obedience. It’s just being compressed, just waiting for the right spark.
He likes it. He likes your nature, the comforting wind that follows everything to huff in agitation, or wheezing after a particularly bad joke, your tears, your smiles.
Some days, you simply bask in the beauty of Watatsumi near a waterfall, as if you couldn’t believe what was happening. Kazuha watches you from time to time, sharing such a sentiment.
Tonight, the moon hangs high.
“How long are you going to keep watching me?”
Your voice is cold, and it sends shivers up his spine. He doesn’t remember you anymore. Some remnants of you are here; your roots, your habits, your pet peeves, they’re all evident in more ways than one.
At the same time, however, you are not her. You’re not the same girl that proclaims to revive your clan. You’re not the same girl that carved rocks as bonsai, the little ten-year-old that followed Tomo everywhere, the girl that promised a lifetime of fortune, to stand side-by-side with Tomo as adventurers.
You snap at those who disobey your commands as general. You glare at those who are brought in as spies from the Tenryou Commission. You aim your spear at the enemy, and drive it deep into their hearts.
“For a lifetime, if you’d let me.” smiles Kazuha, emerging from his tent.
You seem to have not expected him, because you jolt. “K- Kaedehara!” you stutter, and Kazuha frowns at his last name. “Forgive me, I didn’t expect you to be here.”
The little girl still resides somewhere, her kindness and strong sense of justice never wavering. But the body that she lies in is a cruel warrior, having seen many moons of battle and climbing up the ranks.
“You can call me Kazuha, you know,” he says, “I’m not going anywhere.”
You make a face of disbelief. “You’re going to hop on the Alcor the moment the civil war is finished, aren’t you?”
“Not yet.” Kazuha chuckles. “I expect myself to linger for just a while longer.”
“You’re a wanted fugitive.” you state, as if Kazuha hasn’t heard that a million times before. “You should probably go if you have the chance.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t ask sooner.”
You scoff. “You wouldn’t listen to me.”
“Touché.”
It’s the first conversation you both have had in years, and of course it was about what happened. You were never one to beat around the bush.
“I can take you with me.” Kazuha suggests. “The crewmates are quite annoying at times, but you’ll get used to it.”
You shake your head, as expected. “It’s my duty to see this through.”
“How noble.” he teases.
You shrug. “These soldiers have been with me for years now. They are no match against the Shogun, let alone Kujou Sara. But it’s my job to take care of them, and watch them grow stronger.”
Your pyro vision glows.
Kazuha darts to your stomach, and you catch his gaze. You smile and pat your waist. “It’s all healed now. Still get cramps, but it’s nothing to worry about.”
It seems like the wound is holding you back, but he doesn’t comment on it.
“If you’re sure.” Kazuha hums. “How were you able to deal with them, anyway?”
Guilt settles on your features. “Teppei from the Logistics Division came to my rescue. Well, he kind of did. He alerted a nearby trope and they managed to fend them off and carry me away to safety.”
Good. That’s… that’s good. At least you weren’t alone. “I was supposed to protect you.” he mutters.
You frown. “Hey, none of that. I chose to stay behind. Besides, that boat was too small for three. If anything…” you sigh, “I was supposed to help you.
“I was too weak to do shit, and it pissed me off.” you snap. “I expressed my gratitude by joining the resistance. Maybe it was a coping mechanism, to save others to keep the guilt of losing another at bay. I dunno.
“I- I have no idea how you managed to survive.” you choke out, “Seeing you alive and well, it’s more than I could ever ask for. But I wasn’t strong enough. I left you, Kazuha. I don’t think I can ever face that guilt.”
Guilt－ what a funny thing. The world would be in much peril if such an emotion didn’t exist, but Kazuha wants nothing more than it to not. It’s holding both of you back. You both think you abandoned one another, and now you don’t know what to do with each other.
Watatsumi is an island far away from the thunder and wrath of the Shogun. It is peaceful, its melodic laps of waves tingle beneath his skin. It is home to those who escaped, a shelter for refugees and so-called criminals. It is a shame that it has such barren land.
Without the thunder, without the rain, maybe Watatsumi can be where his emotions lay to rest.
You have seemed to harbor your guilt for far too long, and a few words will not change that. It has to be you that brings yourself out of such a self-deprecating situation, like how Kazuha came to terms with his misfortunes.
One step at a time.
“… How have you been faring?” he asks, tentatively and softly.
You sigh. “Not well, to be honest. It’s stupid, really. I still haven’t really processed the drastic changes that happened. I’m just living and seeing where I go.”
A bandaged hand shyly places over yours. “So was I.”
You flare up with red cheeks and a stuttering tongue. Kazuha watches in amusement, feeling himself grow bolder with every moment.
Right, one step at a time.
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Kazuha doesn’t remember you, but he’s learning the you that he left all those years ago.
For example, your combat skills have increased significantly. While you were both patrolling (it was more like you were patrolling and he decided to tag along), some Nobushis were spotted crowding an abandoned cart, along with some Treasure Hoarders and their grubby hands.
He was ready to take care of this situation as swiftly as possible, but you have already barreled towards them like a bowling ball racing towards bowling pins. He learns that you are reckless in fights as you paint the battlefield in flames, but your strength is unmatched.
Just like Tomo, he notes solemnly. Perhaps he really had taught you everything he knew.
He also learns you have taken a keen interest in the arts, despite your constant hyperfocus on your training. He learned while he was gone, and the very brief time before you decided to join the resistance, you took up painting.
You apparently got inspired by the Legend of Sword, when you saw just how beautifully illustrated the pages were. You sometimes paint on the outskirts of Borou Village, sometimes on used paper, sometimes even on rocks. You have yet to master it, but Kazuha’s sure with your passionate nature, you will improve in no time.
You have also gained a pyro vision during his absence, obviously. You tell him, while you were still a low-ranked soldier, your peers were mentally exhausted and they were starting to grow doubtful of this never-ending war.
You didn’t do some ovation-deserving speech to encourage them, you just clenched your fists and thought about how you didn’t want to see them like this－ and if you had the power to personally stop the Raiden Shogun to end this war, you would do everything to achieve it. Your peers then turn around in shock, and that’s when you learn about the little pyro vision attached to your hip.
Now, Kazuha grew a little weary at this. An ambition to defy the will of an archon was still rewarded by the gods? You frequently assure him it’s fine, and his doubts dwindle into mere thoughts.
He learns, most importantly, about your feelings. You were lost without your brother’s guidance, and you have yet to forgive his selfishness and foolishness to sacrifice himself only to witness a divine punishment.
You swore that you would be the guiding light to victory, to never let your comrades grow doubtful of their ambitions. Maybe that was the first roots that led to your aspiration coming into fruition.
“He was more than my brother.” you say, “He was my best friend.”
In turn, Kazuha shares his stories with you. He tells you of the winds of Mondstadt, and the mountains of Liyue. He tells you every treasure he found, every ruin he explored, every landscape he scaled.
You seemed quite entertained, by the way your eyes sparkled at his every word.
Kazuha knows he has plenty of more adventures to go on. He cannot stay, for it dulls his connection with nature and his blade.
He wants to ask you to come with him. Surely, your additional company would welcome the Crux; Beidou wouldn’t mind having someone who saved her life on board.
But he doesn’t try to entertain that idea, and neither do you. You both aren’t protagonists of this world, it’s just not how it works (though, Kazuha supposes the traveler can be an exception). War is war, and this isn’t some playground fighting－ blood is to be shed, and lives are to be taken.
You both know this very well, so you both don’t dare to dream of a future that may never come.
The rest of the resistance seemed to fare well after their morale boost. Plus, some outside support from an anonymous sponsor has carried many battles to victory. Gorou seemed to let people pet his ears more, too, which was obviously the biggest bonus.
Plus, you got to be introduced to the esteemed traveler, and though you two barely have time to slip a word in with each other, you both have secured a friendship that will surely last through years to come. That is, assuming the traveler will stay after all is said and done.
Ever since you lost two of your closest friends in one go, you barely had the time to think about friends, let alone have enough emotional stability to have one. Kazuha’s glad with his appearance, you have finally started to let your guard down around everyone (even though his chest throbs a bit every time you get a tad too friendly with them).
You have even befriended a guard posted on Yashiori Island named Nathan－ though perhaps you were too careless this time, because even though his smiles are bright and his words are sweet, he carries a different aura altogether. For once, though, Kazuha is doubtful of his own instincts, because he’s afraid it’s due to his own jealousy rearing its ugly head.
It was safe to say, life on Watatsumi had finally halted to a temporary peace.
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Until it wasn’t, of course.
You and Kazuha both wielded visions, so you both had no reason for accepting the gadget that the anonymous sponsor sent you. It was a small, grey thing that functioned similarly to visions, and it was the main reason for the continuous victories lately.
(Of course he couldn’t have trusted them, of course there was an alternative motive, of course－)
“Her Excellency?” you bow immediately in her presence. Kazuha follows suit.
“At ease.” Sangonomiya commands, and you both rise up. Though her voice is light, the frown weighing her face says otherwise.
It strikes fear in your hearts. Kazuha has never seen her look so upset before.
“I must make haste, so I will be straightforward. Captain, Kaedehara, you two are people I trust, so the next few words I relay to you must be kept strictly confidential. Understand?”
To earn the complete trust of Sangonomiya is, no doubt, a high honor. And though a very, very small part of Kazuha dreads to hear the news, he will do anything to ease her worries, and he knows you do as well.
“Yes, Her Excellency.” you both nod.
Sangonomiya seems momentarily relieved, but the direness of the situation weighs on her again.
When she tells you both that soldiers started to show symptoms of accelerated aging, both of you feared the worst. Perhaps it was the wrath of the gods. Maybe it was a sign from them, a warning to not rebel against a god’s judgement. You have both never truly feared the gods, but the power they carry slowly dawns on you both－ and it isn’t a happy thought.
Kazuha saw you walk around the tent that day, tending to your people’s wounds. If you had looked like you were about to faint from worrying about their safety, you now looked like you were about to die.
“How can I not be?!” you nearly shriek as he approaches you with that observation. “I’m their captain. I’m supposed to get them out alive. They- Koutoku got transferred ever since the traveler got promoted but I heard he’s sick and unwell and－ argh fuck- oh, I’m so sorry, I’ll be gentler－ and he’s dying, Kazuha, my men are dying.”
Kazuha’s eyes soften at the empathy you carry. You’re not exactly slick; he doesn’t miss the tiny flinch and the flash of regret every time you drive your sword into a person’s chest. Your facade is meant to be a merciless general, who belongs on the battlefield; but that’s not who you really are, is it? It’s who fate forced you to be.
You might have fooled him the first few times, but not every lie can withstand his gaze forever. Especially you, who was still an open book last time he left you.
At the moment, he only bears the truth; people die in war, and there may come a day where your comrades bury your body underground. But he knows you don’t want to hear it. So he spares you, just this once.
He has no words of comfort, but he supposes his presence may calm you enough.
It does, and you’re able to patch up the wound on the soldier’s knee as the medic finishes up their end of the job. You ask them thrice if they need any further assistance, and maybe your plan backfired, because the soldier assures you he’s fine, despite Kazuha noting he was not completely so.
You take his hand as you haul yourself up. With a sharp inhale, you look away from him, but even he can see the pure, raw anger in your eyes.
“I am going to kill whoever did this.”
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It doesn’t take long, really; the traveler manages to recognize a delusion from their travels in Liyue, and before Sangonomiya could blink, they had stormed their way into the Fatui’s hideout and made an absolutely shitshow of destroying the base and slaying its men.
The traveler had wiped the place clean, and Kazuha reminds himself to never get on their bad side.
On the way out, however, they also discovered a certain letter, stating very clearly about their infiltration and their involvement with the Fatui.
After catching wind of being revealed, Nathan tries to flee; but not even a Fatuus can escape your wrath, and your fast orders soon have him trapped with circles of your men stationed nearby.
Kazuha remembers his heart breaking when he saw your concealed face as your men escorted him back to camp. Not many knew about your friendship with Nathan, and those who did didn’t blame you (… not in front of your faces, at least.) But you must be blaming yourself over and over.
Kazuha will not allow that.
When he finds you, though, you seem to be better than expected.
Of course, your face looked like you wanted to tear yourself apart ten times over. But something tells him that you refused to feed on that guilt, and refused to fall into the dark pit of self-loathing.
“It wasn’t your fault.”
You smile. “Yes, it was. I leaked information and weaknesses that tore the resistance apart.”
You’re not crying. You’re not babbling nonsense, you’re not throwing a tantrum.
Your smile drops. “I will fix this in any way possible. I’ll report myself to Her Excellency, and she’ll issue any punishment she deems fit.”
“You’re giving justice to those who wish only to point fingers.” Kazuha reminds.
“It’s well-deserved, man.” you insist. “If not for them, then for my soul.”
Because your eccentric need to bring justice burns bright, even at the worst of times. That passion is raw, it’s powerful in its purest form. It’s not good, it’s not bad; just a simple desire that branched out to other aspirations.
Kazuha’s not sure if such justice is needed, but you seem to be sure. There is no right or wrong in this scenario.
Through many, many days of protesting and begging, Sangonomiya asks you to clean the camps when its soldiers are on the front lines. It’s extra work reserved for new recruits, but you take it with stride and a happy smile.
Kazuha finds himself falling harder than before. Down, down, down into the clutches of your stupidity and selflessness－ and into your warm hands.
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As the months go by, so do its seasons.
Kazuha is change; he’s the embodiment of change that people embrace and endure as years go by. He accompanied traveler after traveler during their hardships and happiness. He’s seen them grow, to change, to have a purpose.
One doesn’t exactly remember how they change. They could change a million times in all shapes and forms, and not notice at all. But others do. Their parents, their friends, their lovers, those who care for them watch their every moment, experience their every change.
Kazuha’s sure he’s changing at every waking moment. His baby face is gone, his eyes are sharper, his hair is longer. And he’s sure the woman he’s talking to notices it all－ because when he talks with you, he’s not talking to a little girl. He’s talking to a spirited soul, who sees in a different lens than ten years ago.
Like the weather, everything is constantly changing; and sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s hard.
“We’re going to sneak into Tenshukaku with a select few.” General Gorou announces, when tension is high and demands for a conclusion to this war is at its peak. “Sangonomiya will set up further instructions for the remaining soldiers.”
Lord Kamisato has helped Kazuha a thousand times before. He has always prevented his arrest, and helped him in his escape from the Vision Hunt Decree. Kazuha is sure he owes him a mountain of debt. To this day, why Lord Kamisato decided to aid him remains a mystery.
And the Yashiro Commision is set to help him once more. It’s an unspoken agreement that it was the neutral party that extended a helping hand.
Had Kazuha not been bound to nature as his home, he would’ve been very easily swayed to serve under the Kamisato Clan.
You and Kazuha were one of the select few, and as you walk into Tenshukaku, a sense of dread starts to dawn on you.
“We’re challenging a god.” you repeat as you mount the flight of stairs.
It’s not yourself you’re worried about, and he knows this. You know you are capable of surviving an escape from the Tenryou Commission, and so is he. But the soldiers that you lead－ as much as you would love to praise your men, they aren’t as stealthy, as brute as you.
“Yes, we are.” Kazuha heaves.
For a moment, you are silent, and Kazuha wonders if his honesty scared you. But you smile.
In a cruel, twisted way, this was another chance for you both to confront the very god that you ran away from all those years ago.
“Hm. Kazuha, can I recite a something?”
That was not what he was expecting. “At a time like this?” he huffs out of breath, amused and terrified.
“I’ve been thinking about it for quite a while.” you shrug. “Now or never, right?”
A laugh escapes him. “I suppose so.”
How eccentric.
How lovable.
“O boy of wind－”
Looking at a distant figure, Kazuha braces for a fight. Haven’t all soldiers been defeated by Kujou Sara?
But good heavens, literally, because it was the traveler. They look sickly pale, with hisses of ember and dashes of ice latched onto their skin and clothes. Their floating companion worries as she flies around them to check for major injuries.
As they approach closer, a flash of relief fills their face, and a smile blooms on yours.
If the traveler is safe, then they need not worry.
But that thought only lasts for a second, because through the thundering clouds and the gates of Tenshukaku, a bright slash of purple pries through time and space.
Therein lies the Raiden Shogun, and shivers force their way into Kazuha’s calm composure. Her merciless eyes shine with vibrant crackles of electricity powering her blade.
Anyone would die at the hand of it－ it has torn through mountains and stopped time itself. It is believed to be the ultimate symbol of power, a showcase of the power that the Shogun radiates.
This was the Muso No Hitotachi that ended Tomo’s life.
And now, the traveler across all galaxies is about to experience it.
The traveler is the face of the rebellion; their efforts were unexpected, but not unwelcome. They have scaled mountains and seas of Teyvat, and their tales have stretched far and wide. They defeated dragons and gods. They have become a symbol of peace, a bright flame under the cold statue of a god.
To kill them, what would be left of the resistance? Who else would be so daring to parry the Raiden Shogun then? What else would they do, but suffer?
“There will always be those who dare to brave the lighting’s glow.”
He cannot have that.
He will not allow that.
Should no one believe in Tomo’s sacrifice, Kazuha will be the one to follow his path.
Someone will take a stand－ right here, right now.
In a whirl of desperation, his feet push him forward, a blade firm in hand; his fingertips feel electrified, a sense of a long-lost ambition takes flight with the wind that carries him.
A furious light crackles from the impact, and a large gust of warm wind comes after. It nearly knocks him back, but he presses on.
The Raiden Shogun before him narrows and darts her eyes, but her gaze screams arrogance. As if she cannot comprehend mortals not being sliced into ashes at her mercy.
A grunt makes him spare a glance at his left－ and his heart drops. You have also spurred into action, and though your vision remains dull, the passion in your heart burns.
“If I die, there will be another who steps up in my place.”
Push her blade, show her the strength and true ambition of which the gods have favored!
Two cry out as Kazuha carries all his strength into one final slice. Pyro crackles and the overload makes the Shogun recoil; a trail of maple leaves and wind follows after, painting it a flash of pink.
A few sense of surprise floods his chest. How has electro come into play? Could it be－ ?
No way, surely not?
He glances down at the glowing electro vision, and his jaw goes slack. The vision he longed to reignite during his entire voyage, is glowing because of him?
No, not him.
Because of the ambition that he and Tomo share. The burning ambition to parry the Shogun’s blade.
The loss of his attention was his mistake, because the Shogun sends both of you flying with just two, short flicks of her spear.
Gorou rushes to Kazuha’s side, and your cursing voice is more than enough to assure him that you haven’t fainted from a concussion.
Gorou screams a command to charge, and the rest of the soldiers climb their way up the stairs with spears in hand.
Kazuha can’t move, and he doubts you can either. Worry is etched all over your face as you yell, your voice hoarse and used; “They’re no match for her!”
Kazuha grits his teeth and closes his eyes, readying the staircase to be painted with blood－
Only for the traveler to leap into the air, a powerful beam of electro emerging from their sword.
The Shogun closes her eyes, and reality collapses; a gateway to her realm trapping them as they fall in head first.
You can only let out a tired wheeze, and turn to Kazuha with an exasperated smile. There is nothing to smile about in this situation; but somehow, Kazuha has the urge to do the same.
“Heed my love.” you murmur, crawling towards the dying vision.
You grin at him, even brighter, if possible. It looks quite deranged, but Kazuha supposes he looks the same.
“Take it with you－”
Kazuha is tentative in his advances, because surely, you couldn’t have picked a more inappropriate place to confess?
But you only lean in further and whisper.
“On your voyage of stars.”
The first kiss is delicate and chaste, with a brief brush of your lips against his－ yours is bloody and his is probably chapped, but if feels perfect, he feels at peace.
“Come on!” comes Gorou’s unamused groan, but it is overlapped with slight chuckles of your comrades.
You pull away, and you are far less flustered than he is.
Perhaps both of you will get to share more and more kisses in the future, if change allows it.
And if so, change isn’t such a bad guy. For even as the winds change their course and the seas lap with sunny skies and storms, you have a permanent place in his heart－ eternal and true.
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Dearest sister,
By the time you are reading this, I will have gone to Tenshukaku to challenge the Shogun to a duel.
I do not have the power to win, and I know I will leave you with a burden to bear. But please understand that I seek not victory, but change－ both the change to be the first mortal to parry the Muso No Hitotachi, and the change of hearts it may bring regardless of the outcome.
Maybe my duel will mean nothing. Maybe it is a fruitless endeavor. But it will put my heart at rest, and that is all I long for in life.
I know you will rush to Tenshukaku, but I cannot guarantee your safety then. There is a box in the attic I prepared for you just in case my little act of rebellion brings you trouble.
Relay these words to Kazuha, word by word; I know of your affection towards her, and though you are not related to me by blood, I consider you brother-in-arms. Take care of her when things head south, or I will come back and skin you alive.
Do not give up hope, for change is to come－ whether in a year, a decade, or a millenia, the Raiden Shogun’s persistence of this unrealistic idea of eternity will not last forever.
Maybe I shall be the first to tell the world that.
Tomo
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#genshin impact#genshin kazuha#kazuha#kazuha x y/n#kazuha x you#kazuha x reader#kazuha x female reader#long reads#long shot
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i’ll be putting up the last of the requests from my 1kcelebration soon and what we’re gonna do is completely ignore the fact that they’re a fucking year late. thank u so much.
#to those who never ended up getting their request answered—#i am so very sorry and will now grovel at ur feet#they’ll be out soon#plz take comfort in the fact that they have haunted me for a year#A YEAR#CAN U BELIEVE#lmao i really am the worst#gotta clear the slate before another request celebration
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This Week in Gundam Wing 25-31 October 2020
Here’s this week’s roundup! Oct 25th-31st!
Remember to give your content creators some love! Be sure to join in on the events at the bottom! And remember to send in any new works next week!
~Mod Hel
Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:
@amberlyinviolet
I Can Kiss You For Free Now https://archiveofourown.org/works/27208864?view_adult=true
M/M, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell
Mature, Fluff, Vague angst
His insides were a riot of overgrown flower beds, bushes in need of pruning. When he tried to clear a space it was filled with something else--debris from his shipwrecked heart, mud from too much rain. It was a constant effort and Duo worked hard, so hard, to try and tidy it into something he could give away. Something neat and beautiful and with no sharp edges that he could offer with both hands, instead of what he had. Instead of slow seeping poison and the constant upkeep, the steady, leaching need for reassurance.
To Bethlehem It Slouched https://archiveofourown.org/works/27232870
M/M, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell
Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei, Trowa Barton
Mature, Mentions of Violence, Off-screen Minor Character Death, Hospital, protective instinct
The hospital is a hospital. Duo hates it the way he hates all of them. It’s 12:04 in the afternoon and he all but runs to the trauma center. Stands blank faced as the nurse says words like “concussion” and “minor” and “lucky” and wonders how he’s supposed to be grateful for this. How he’s supposed to feel good that Wufei isn’t dead when he almost was. Lucky means close. Means a few inches either way and it would’ve been different words. Words like “sorry” and “condolences” and “tragic.”
You, Soft And Only https://archiveofourown.org/works/27247480
M/M, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell
Mature, Romance, Softness, Fluff
It’s evening. The kitchen is warm and full of smells. There’s soft light coming in through the window over the sink and Duo is up to his elbows in soap bubbles. He is illuminated, singing along to something upbeat and Wufei watches him from the doorway with wonder. This, he thinks, is his. It’s not exactly a reward. It’s more an offering. A vulnerability that Wufei knows Duo is only comfortable sharing because he trusts Wufei. Because together they’ve built something that’s safe, even if it is a little wobbly. They don’t have to be anything else here, just themselves, and just themselves is enough. It’s something they give to each other over and over, and Wufei treasures it the same way he treasures the man at the sink.
The Fire In Your Eyes https://archiveofourown.org/works/27264679
M/M, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell
Mature, Plotting
“No what ifs.” It’s firm. Steely, and Duo finds himself at the end of one of Wufei’s looks. Finds himself melting despite the chaos around them. The hurricane of fear in his chest. How he loves this man. How he loves the way he understands him, his need to fix this, and combats it with chamomile and the promise of bed, together. Duo takes a sip of his tea and leans into him.
The Blood Is On Your Tongue As Well As Your Hands https://archiveofourown.org/works/27282487
M/M, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell
Mature, Panic Attack, PTSD, Rage, Violence, Suggested Co-dependence
He doesn’t feel safe. Avoids eye contact and looks out the window. Doesn’t know how this room of people can stand him, after everything he’s done. All the little pieces he’s stolen from them, or the big pieces. Duo isn’t exactly a liar but he is a thief and none of the people he loves are safe. Are, in fact, in the most danger and Duo takes another sip of whiskey. Takes another sip of whiskey and tries not to taste the rising bile. Not to feel the sharp scratchy static at the back of his neck. The base of his skull. There is heat. There is heat and electricity and Duo’s hands shake.
Lay Us Down https://archiveofourown.org/works/27286864
M/M, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell
Explicit, soft, Confessions, Smut, Feelings
Sometimes their bed seems endless. An expanse of sheets and skin and the silk of their hair, spread out on a pillow. Falling like a curtain around them as they kiss. Wufei has had his body his whole life, but this is the first time he’s ever felt settled in it. Felt like all of it belonged to him in a way he could revel in. Whatever insecurities he has seem to fall away under the heat of Duo’s violet gaze. Under every greedy sweep of Duo’s hand from the back of his neck to his tailbone. They are lying side by side. They are only kissing and it’s such a simple thing but Wufei isn’t sure he’s ever felt anything like this before. That the brush of lips against his has ever sent such a spark through him. Coiled such a fierce need in his belly.
@angelselene
Stand Without Flinching (Ch. 24) https://archiveofourown.org/works/22763293/chapters/66640444
5 pilots + The Avengers
1x2, 3x4, 5xS, TonyxSteve, WandaxVision
MATURE, post-canon, canon divergent, fix-it, GW/MCU crossover, PTSD, found family, slow burn, moral ambiguity, Tony Stark is Duo’s father
For Duo Maxwell, family are the people he has loved and lost and whose names he bears. For Tony Stark, family has always been blood and a name and Howard’s shadow looming over him.
@bobo-is-tha-bomb
Deadly Intent (Ch. 8) https://archiveofourown.org/works/25576657/chapters/66603631
F/M, Heero/Reader, ???/Reader
Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Wufei Chang, Lady Une, Relena Peacecraft, Reader, Trowa Barton
Mature, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Reader Insert, Drama, Angst, Romance, Violence, Lime
Eleven years is a long time for a ghost to come back and haunt him. But Heero Yuy finds himself unable to dodge or outrun it. It’s the start of a dangerous cat and mouse game between one of the most powerful organizations in the world and a loner who has every intention of dragging him down with her. After all, she has come with deadly intent.
Comfort https://archiveofourown.org/works/27222649
F/M, Heero Yuy/Reader
Teen And Up Audiences, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Reader-Insert
“I want to thank you for last night,” you said softly, while looking up at him. “It was nice of you to take care of me like that.”
A frown formed on his face. “You sound as if none ever did that for you before.”
@duointherain
Six Feet Apart https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/633016132898521088/fic-six-feet-apart
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing. I also don’t own the song in the Tumblr post I’m about to link. I barely own my own mind as I’m studying to much these days. Neither do I own: Song Grow As We Go, by Ben Platt.
Link: https://rosespirit.tumblr.com/post/633002398703616000/priscellie-candiikismet-coffeefoxgirl
Note: Gundam Wing is Sci-fi. It’s a m/m story.
It had all stopped so suddenly. It hadn’t been like anything had been declared, nothing permanent. After the war they’d just sort of fallen in together. First it was the hotel room. Then it was a pizza. Duo’s laughter had saved him. Even months after he last heard it, Duo’s laugh was what he kept breathing for. It wasn’t like there was a lot of other purpose. Weapons are supposed to be decommissioned, after all. Except the memory of Duo’s laugh, Duo’s kisses, Duo sleeping next to him, these things meant he was human. Pain meant he was alive. He still had the ring, though his finger was too small to keep it on anymore.
Gundam Legends 14
Just When You Thought It Was Safe To Go Back In The Water https://archiveofourown.org/collections/GundamLegends14
A collection of fics by various authors for the Gundam Legends event. Previous years can be found here: https://tzigane.neocities.org
@lifeaftermeteor
To Love and Love Again https://archiveofourown.org/works/27309412/chapters/66724459
F/M, M/M, Chang Wufei/Relena Peacecraft, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy
Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Relena Peacecraft, Hilde Schbeiker, Sally Po, Lucrezia Noin, Lady Une, Mareen Darlian
Teen And Up Audiences, background Sally Po/Lady Une, Post-Series, Post-Canon, Post-Endless Waltz, Preventers, BROTPs abound, Fluff, Romance, Slice of Life, Wedding Fluff
Following their Christmas engagement, Wufei and Relena bring their family together for their nuptials. The celebration gives their guest an opportunity to reflect on their own romantic inclinations.
@vegalume
Chase https://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/633532147170476032/title-chase-a-drabble-author-vega-lume-written
Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell
The knock at the door startled him more than he would like to admit. In a way he had been expecting it. It was a sort of nervous, anxiousness that had been strumming through his body since he had woken hours before. Now that it was just past sun down he knew what was waiting for him on the other side and he was both apprehensive and excited.
Fanart/Crafts/Photo Manips:
@2pcb
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27312763/chapters/66732790
EXHALE, Heero/Trowa, comic
@cuteciboulette
https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/633411537102667776/10-left-to-go-hopefully-ill-be-done-by-the-end
GW Merch
@enelle89
https://enelle89.tumblr.com/post/633025341866246144/happy-halloween-its-almost-here
Heero Yuy/Relena Darlian-Peacecraft, fanart
@gundayum
https://gundayum.tumblr.com/post/631834507084021760/i-have-a-little-data-again-so-plz-enjoy-dad-bod
Duo Maxwell, fanart
https://gundayum.tumblr.com/post/632787659677384704/borrowing-my-aunts-wifi-to-share-my-trashy-2xh
Duo Maxwell/Hilde Schbeiker & kiddos, fanart
Head Canons:
@bobo-is-tha-bomb
https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/632983263759220736/gw-oc-october-day-24
GW OC-October 2020 Day 24 Prompt Response
@lochtayboatsong
https://gwoc-october.tumblr.com/post/633017041186668544/my-gw-ocs-part-13-josef-peacecraft
GW OC-October 2020 Day 1 Prompt Response
https://gwoc-october.tumblr.com/post/633174117984698369/my-gw-ocs-part-14-stefan-peacecraft
GW OC-October 2020 Day 2 Prompt Response
https://gwoc-october.tumblr.com/post/633386069070626816/my-gw-ocs-part-15-isabel-barton
GW OC-October 2020 Day 3 Prompt Response
https://gwoc-october.tumblr.com/post/633560666909851648/my-gw-ocs-part-16-sam-maxwell
GW OC-October 2020 Day 1 Prompt Response
Fandom Discourse:
@cuteciboulette
https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/632800216214536192/lets-go-back-to-this-sharing-my-gw-archives
Over the next few days, a story scanned from the doujinshi “Guerrilla show” by Sango Show.
Quotes:
@incorrectgundamwingquotes
https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/633530414557020160/at-preventers-hq-dorothy-to-duo-well
Dorothy, Duo, and Quatre
https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/183465625949/lemontrash-lemontrash-lemontrash
Duo & WuFei
Add-ons by @lemontrash
Calendar Events:
@gwcocktailfriday
Cocktail Fridays!
Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.
Here’s the prompt for Friday, November 6th! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/633500173247627264/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-november
In need of WINTER/SPRING prompts!
@gwoc-october
GW OC October 2020!
GW OC-October 2020 is now over!
Do come by and check out all the amazing entries, and remember that if you’d still like to answer any of these prompts, you are more than welcome to! Just send them our way and we’ll reblog them!
@thisweekingundamevents
Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/624053314842230784/event-calendar-update
If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!
GW Holiday Gift Exchange 2020
Rules: https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/627952774875906048/gw-holiday-gift-exchange-2020
Check-in 1 https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/633566440354627584/gw-holiday-gift-exchange-check-in-1-notice
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16 for starker plz
I’d Choose To Fall
Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark (Starker)
Rating: Mature (M)
Word Count: 4.1k
Notes: @goindownshipping, you’re always dropping prompts in the box that foster immediate ideas - I got this one up and started typing and all of the sudden several thousand words were in front of me. As always, thanks for the inspo and support. You’re the best <4.
Warnings: Brief description of injury, handy j’s, NSFW stuff.
Summary:
It’s not love at first sight, or even love that makes sense. The way Peter loves Tony is like a slow morning - filled with the best things and so easy.
Or - the one where Peter and Tony fall in love without noticing and spend their retired years living simply in the mountains.
50 types of kisses prompts
Stepping away from the Avenger’s after Thanos was one of the best decisions Peter ever made.
The constant worry and unknown of 5 years attempting to not only bring people back but set time straight too – it took its toll.
For a couple of months following the time-travel discovery, Peter waited impatiently for the other shoe to drop. Between himself, Tony, and Bruce, they’d been working tirelessly and now that the answer was within their grasp, it seemed a little too good to be true.
Yet, when they did the physical work to balance out the theoretical, Peter found himself losing that feeling. And when the machine was built and their hands were wrapped around the mechanisms filled with Pym particles, he knew they were going to accomplish their task. He wasn’t sure at what cost, but at least an end was near.
It took him several months to recover after wielding the gauntlet that finally put Thanos down and set the timeline back to where it needed to be. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen when he snapped his fingers, but he recognized the fact that Tony was going to do it and couldn’t let that happen. If anyone stood a chance at actually surviving, it was Peter.
Most of the energy damage was external and though his expedited healing could take care of it, the whole process was slow going and way more painful than Peter ever could have imagined.
At the beginning, Peter always felt a little surprised to blink awake from a pain induced nap to see Tony sitting by his bed. The longer Peter spent in the makeshift hospital unit they set up at Stark Tower, the more used to it he got – even Tony started to settle in, the older man’s hand finding his during the struggle or just because.
Unaccustomed to being so debilitated for so long, Peter started to get antsy a few weeks into his recovery. That was right around the time he got his feet back under him, so after a bit of begging, Peter was cleared to walk around and get minimal exercise. When Bruce gave him the go ahead, he slung his good arm through Tony’s and pulled him out of the hospital wing with him. In the 8 weeks he was confined to his bed, Tony must’ve been there at least once a day, every day. It only made sense to include him in the next step.
Peter’s intuition led him to daily walks with Tony around the tower and then later, when he was almost back to total health, jogs and long runs around the indoor track of the big gym Tony had the forethought to add during reconstruction.
Each time they got together to go through rehab and train, Peter learned something new about Tony.
For a while, they didn’t do much talking at all. Tony looked at him with a mixture of gratefulness and guilt for the first few weeks. Peter also figured Tony was trying to deal with the 5 years’ worth of work that trickled down to a singular instant. So many things happened that were hard to handle – it wasn’t surprising that everyone involved was grieving.
The better he got, though, the more Tony seemed to open up. Tony’s eyes didn’t look as haunted when they were trained in Peter’s direction, and when he spoke, his voice was filled with trust and genuine interest. Instead of being the young boy that was in way over his head, Peter got some sort of promotion in Tony’s eyes – he felt the most like a grown-up when Tony talked to him like the rest of the crew, like an adult; and sometimes, even like a friend.
Things got a little more intense when Bruce gave Peter the all clear. He didn’t have any plans for after, because he didn’t know how the entire thing was going to play out.
All of his friends and family, including May, got taken away in the snap. It was necessary to move on in the time half the planet was gone – he couldn’t go back and just act like everything was normal. He got his high school diploma and went through an online college program to have a degree. Between the times they were working on a solution, Peter was bored and needed something to fill the space. They were right where they left off, but Peter wasn’t - not even close.
Tony seemed interested in his plans after the fact, too – the man brought them up for a whole week after Peter got the good news. After what felt like the 100th time, Peter finally addressed it. “Any reason why you keep asking me? If I’m overstaying my welcome, just tell me, Tony,” Peter said, his arm still across Tony’s chest where he flung it out to stop their movement. “I have no plans – there hasn’t been any time to make any.”
A soft smile was the only thing he got in return for a while, Peter felt Tony’s chest rise and fall, the thrum of the arc reactor familiar and now more comforting than most of the other things in his life. Tony finally took a step back, Peter’s arm falling to his side.
“You haven’t overstayed anything, Pete. I’m trying to decide what I want to do and since you’re someone I care about, I wanted to know what your next move was – if I could help at all…” Tony trailed off, his right hand reaching behind his head to scratch at the back of his neck, the gesture recognizable as a nervous habit after so much time together. “I don’t think I’m going to stick around and try to save the world, anymore. Something quiet might be nice.”
Peter played those words back in his head for a while after that – Tony gave his shoulder a brief squeeze and headed back to the penthouse, his eyes clouded with thought. Without any hesitation, Peter kept going in the opposite direction, his own brain trying to process what the older man meant. A particular part of him wondered if Tony craved the same closeness that he did – the idea of a nice, simple life with Tony was one thing he actually could picture. He couldn’t pinpoint when that became a thing, but it did – the Peter Tingle hadn’t led him wrong yet, so he wasn’t going to stop listening to it now.
Convincing Tony, on the other hand, took a bit of work. The next couple of days’ worth of walks consisted of Peter talking about what a future house might look like and how a lab could easily be incorporated into the dream. Though he was the smartest man in the world, Tony didn’t pick up what he was laying down. With that in mind, Peter changed his tactic – despite showing the world such a tough exterior, Tony had a soft side; he could play into that.
“I think I’m going to step away from the superhero thing,” Peter said out of nowhere during their very next workout. Now that he was feeling a little bit better, Tony didn’t join him for weights nearly as often – the man could only do so much to keep up with the strength he was very quickly regaining. It’d been a couple of days and the smile he saw on Tony’s lips settled a little further into his core than usual. Maybe accepting the fact that Tony meant more to him than he originally thought was a world shifting thing for him – watching the older man light up felt fantastic.
“Oh? You’re not going to protect the streets of Queens, anymore?” Tony asked, his breaths heaving a bit from the chest set he just pumped out. He sat up on the bench and focused more fully on Peter.
It took him a second to pull his eyes away from the bead of sweat that dripped down the side of Tony’s face – It settled in the thickness of his goatee and disappeared. Blinking, he forced himself to look right into Tony’s eyes. “I think I’ve done enough. I got some of the strength and speed back, but my healing and trust in myself are nowhere near where they used to be. Seems like sign enough,” Peter replied easily. “I was thinking about moving out of New York completely, actually.”
He broke eye contact and moved around the bench to change the weight; his hands desperate for a distraction as the next question came out of his mouth. “Want to come with me?”
There weren’t any plans in the works, or anything like that – he hadn’t looked at houses or even decided where the hell he wanted to go; but, it felt important to make sure that Tony got the memo – that, after everything, Tony didn’t have to lose everything.
A few beats of silence passed before Tony got up from where he was sitting and stilled Peter’s hands on the bar. The heat from his touch felt molten, his palms were filled with blood from the previous exercise and a tantalizing combination of both calloused and soft. It felt good – better than good.
With a grin, Tony nodded, his sweaty hair swinging into his eyes with the movement.
“I do.”
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The simplicity of those 2 words kicked them both into gear. Since Stark Tower and the Avenger’s compound were both being used by the remaining crew, it only made sense to gather what they wanted from it and head out into their own space. When Tony pulled out a map and told him to pick where they were going, Peter closed his eyes and let the Peter Tingle pick for him. The mountains of the Pacific Northwest were as good a place as any.
With enough money to last them a few lifetimes, Peter and Tony set out for North Bend, Washington – a small house in a mountain clearing already in the works. For the months it took to have their house built, Peter got a technology repair business off the ground – running it out of their apartment was good practice for the small storefront he imagined for when Parker’s got a little bit bigger. Though Tony helped every now and again, Peter took on the brunt of the work. They were both aware of the fact that they didn’t need to bring in any income – but, it felt necessary, anyway – he wanted to take care of Tony, too.
Fine craftsmanship went into the house that was built specifically for them. Tony’s only request was a lab that he could spend countless hours in, which was the easiest thing to deliver in the form of a detached shed a few paces from the main house.
The house was 2 stories and had a big open floor plan on the bottom floor – the kitchen opened up into a large dining room and an even bigger entertainment room. There were a couple of bedrooms at the far side of the first level. A large wooden staircase led up into another large open space on the upper floor – the idea for a game room leading off their bedroom one that Peter was the most interested in during the build.
And though their relationship didn’t start in a whirlwind of passion and inability to keep away from one another, Peter found that the gradual attraction and build up to finally coming together was much nicer than the hurried encounters he found himself in before. The burn he felt for Tony started in the tips of his toes and spread like wildfire up his legs, through his core, and across his chest and arms. It settled like something long term – like a thing that when nurtured, would burn him from the inside out for as long as he fanned the flame.
They didn’t sleep together completely until their first night in the new house. Peter tasted the deliciousness of Tony’s flesh many times over – he knew that Tony’s right side just under his 4th rib was ridiculously ticklish, and when in the right mood, his lover liked to have his balls worshipped with just the tip of his tongue and the ghost of warm breath. It felt like enough until he understood the complete feeling of having Tony inside of him, filling him up not just with his cock, but with the assurance of stability and strength.
Lying beside him, sweat still cooling on their skin, Peter let his fingertips run across the soft skin on the inside of Tony’s arm. “You’re my best friend, Tony,” Peter mumbled, his skin pebbling in the cool air, the truth of his words affecting him immensely. “I think I’m in love with you.”
Not worrying about the puddle of cum lingering on the sheets below them, Tony rolled until he could pull Peter against his chest. “Good – I’m in love with you, too. This, you - it’s everything.” Tony pressed a kiss against his head and didn’t say anything further – the depth of their connection more than enough to carry the feeling and keep it lingering in the air long after the verbal admittances settled.
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Once they got everything settled in the house, Peter let himself get into a routine that fit doing what he wanted and running the small business that he’d been nurturing for more than a year now. Tony took to the retirement life easily – he spent time with Peter when he was around, and when he wasn’t, he could be found in the lab working on car restorations or random pieces of tech that usually led to some sort of adventure or war of wit and skills with whatever Tony made.
Though he wasn’t responsible for Tony or his satisfaction in life, Peter decided early on in his thing with him that doing whatever he could to keep the man happy was a top priority. The fact that Tony seemed to be flourishing in the random chaos lessened the self-induced pressure. He thought, for a brief moment, that slow wouldn’t be something for Tony after all. Being proven wrong made the tangible happiness so much more meaningful.
As any retired person did, Tony slept in until Peter roused him every morning. Early into their transition into the house, Peter put together a gym in the open part of the garage and furnished it with weights and every cardio machine he could ever want. Getting into town wasn’t a burden, but slow mornings and extra time with Tony was motivation enough.
Peter usually got up and spent a couple of hours in the gym – though he wasn’t a superhero anymore, his strength hadn’t gone anywhere. It took a little extra time to get out all of the energy that built up throughout the days that were filled with too much idling and enjoying the concept of doing nothing. Every now and again, he got the web shooters out and took a swing through the trees that surrounded their house – using his talent for nothing but enjoyment gave him the kind of rush he could cling to.
When he got back, Peter turned on the coffee pot and went about getting ready – a thing that usually consisted of rousing Tony and cleaning off the morning’s sweat. Since he set his own business hours and took appointments only, Peter went as fast or slow as the day called for.
That particular morning, Peter didn’t have anything going on, so he went about his routine slowly, enjoying every bit of it. Instead of the coffee pot, he put water on to boil and pulled out some of the good coffee beans from the panty, a couple scoops going into the French press. Sticking around until the kettle started to steam, Peter pulled it from the burner and went about making them both a cup of coffee.
Carrying them into the bedroom, Peter set both cups on the dresser before walking further into the room. His breath caught when he noticed a completely naked Tony sprawled across the mattress. The sheet must have slipped down when he starfished out, his right arm clutching Peter’s pillow tightly to his chest. The rush of affection that washed over him whenever he caught a rare glance of Tony’s vulnerability had his fingers tingling and a wide smiling slipping across his face. The ability to keep falling in love never ceased to amaze him.
He let a warm hand rest on Tony’s shoulder, the touch the first rousing stimulus. Climbing into the bed, Peter let his sweaty body press into Tony’s personal space – if his fingers on him didn’t do the trick, the muggy musk of his sweat usually did. His arm wrapped around Tony’s chest, that contact the thing that finally brought Tony around.
“Mm, you stink,” Tony mumbled, his sleepy brain ditching the pillow in his arms in order to seek out more contact with Peter. “I love sweaty, Pete.” To prove his point, he nuzzled his nose in Peter’s sweat-soaked shirt.
Peter wrinkled his nose and shifted, his head shaking a little. “You’re an animal,” Peter muttered, the words mixing into the soft kisses he placed against Tony’s cheeks, then nose, then lips. “Time to get up, sunshine. Come take a shower with me and then take me through those specs you were talking about last night.”
Tony’s eyes closed again, his lips tilting into the cutest pout. “I don’t want to get up yet, Pete,” Tony said, his voice just moments away from being completely petulant. Turning his face away from Peter, Tony let out a huff and tried to settle back into the mattress as much as he could without losing contact with sweaty skin.
Shaking his head, Peter leaned in a little more firmly, his weight pressing into Tony in a way that he knew the older man liked. His hand shifted a little until it was running a straight-line down Tony’s chest, the muscles there rippling with every new step of his descent. Fingertips danced along the skin he knew was sensitive, and when he tugged on the trail of hair leading to well-groomed pubic hair and a quickly hardening erection, he had to stop a moan from slipping from his own lips.
The overt lack of reaction from Tony drove Peter on, his hands moving with a renewed purpose. If Tony wanted to pretend to be fussy, Peter wasn’t above playing dirty to get his lover’s head out of his ass. Using his nose to run down the line of Tony’s neck, Peter mimicked the move with his hands across long sides and the width of trim hips. He neglected Tony’s cock, the length now fully hard and pulsing any time Peter got within reach of it.
His hands kept up their teasing touch until Tony’s hips started to rise, the guise of sleep totally lost. Peter bit into his lip to keep the beaming grin from slipping across his face – the sneaky routine only worked if he kept his cool. By the time he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his hand around the pulsing erection, the tip of Tony’s cock was dripping, the wetness there making his own arousal spike.
Finally, Tony turned his head and locked eyes with Peter, his mouth open wide as small pants left his lips. Grinning, Peter leaned forward and let his lips trail over Tony’s, the older man trying to resist for about ten seconds before giving in completely. The moan leaving his chest created just enough of a gap for Peter’s tongue to slip inside the other’s mouth. A wet tangle of tongues followed.
In the heat of it all, Peter felt his hips seek out contact against Tony’s side – the warm skin tangible through the thin layer of his running shorts. They didn’t cover much of his leg, Peter’s bulge within them causing the fabric to ride up even further. Each pass of the soft, sweat absorbing material of the shorts across his cock sent a lightning bolt of want straight to his core. It wasn’t difficult to set a pace with his hand that his hips could easily keep in their desperate quest to get enough friction to chase the same pleasure.
Tony’s desperation to touch and be touched and finally cum all over the place had him grabbing at Peter’s face, their kisses frenzied and wet at that point. His fingers finally found some purchase in the hair at the side of Peter’s head – Tony’s nails digging in against his scalp adding to the overall experience. Peter picked up the pace of his hand in response, his thumb swiping across the tip to collect the dribbles of precum to ease the slide of his hand.
The collection of wetness in his own shorts had him finally breaking from the siren call of Tony’s lips – Peter panted out a couple of breaths and tried to hold himself back. The idea was to get Tony there first; his stubborn lover didn’t learn anything unless there was a practical demonstration. Peter found himself teetering over the edge, too – his intentions obviously bigger than the hand that held onto his self-control.
“Fuck, Pete – I’m going to cum,” Tony gasped out, his words thick and heavy, muddled with sleep and the heady arousal that served as prequel to the delicious pleasure of a well-built orgasm. A second later, Peter felt the cock in his hand pulse and twitch, Tony’s cum spilling out over his fist and onto the clenching muscles of the older man’s chest.
Grunting, Peter ground his hips against Tony’s side one more time before following him over the edge, a sharp “fuck!” falling from his lips. Despite himself, Peter found himself floating on that comfortable edge between too much and not enough, the pleasure plane one that felt like a syrupy haze.
Soft fingers and the uncomfortable wetness in his shorts brought him around a few minutes later, a sigh falling from his lips. “Now it’s totally time to get up,” Peter mumbled, his brain still a little addled from his orgasm. “Come shower with me.”
He shifted a little, his lips just an inch or two away from Tony’s. The older man looked at him for a second before mimicking his pout from earlier, the look almost convincing if it weren’t for the shine in his eyes. Closing the gap, Peter let his lips linger in a series of chase kisses. An unmistakable look of affection and acceptance sat on Tony’s features when they pulled away.
“Alright, alright. I’m up, I’m up,” Tony muttered with reluctance, his traitorous cheeks slipping up into a smile despite the fact that Peter knew he’d been trying to hold out. He pressed up and got another couple of kisses from Peter before he detached and got out of bed.
The lack of shame in Tony’s movements made a big grin slip across his own cheeks. Throughout his adventure with the other man, Peter learned that Tony liked his body and wasn’t afraid to show it off when the time was right. He also figured out that he liked the preening and would gladly enjoy the show.
From where he was standing, Tony watched him, the sleepiness in his eyes leaving by the second. It was a battle of glances for a couple of heartbeats before Tony was turning, his legs carrying him towards the bathroom. When he got to the door, he stopped and grabbed the edge of the frame. Looking over his shoulder, he sent Peter a wink. “I thought we were getting in the shower.”
Shaking his head, Peter got up from the bed and stripped out of his ruined shorts and wet tank top. His own confidence grew every time Tony looked at him the way he was now, with big eyes and the intention of taking in every detail. He knew, deep down, that no matter what he looked like, Tony would stare at him that way.
Their relationship wasn’t conventional and didn’t start in the way that most did, but it was true and solid, built on a foundation of understanding and a true knowledge of wants, needs, fears, and desires. Peter didn’t have to guess and could handle the whiplash that sometimes came with Tony’s array of uncontrollable thoughts. Tony knew Peter would always be there, no matter how scattered he became.
Loving and being loved by his best friend was an absolute gift.
And as he wrapped his arm around Tony’s waist and pulled him deeper into the bathroom, Peter knew for certain that leaving the Avenger’s was the best decision he’d ever made.
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Bonus Question Answers! (anime heat 3)
I asked a silly question! You gave me incredible answers. SO VERY MANY INCREDIBLE ANSWERS. If yours is listed below, you’ve earned an entry in a random draw to win a GIFTENING liveblog OF YOUR CHOICE
SURPRISE EVERYONE WHO ANSWERED THIS ONE GETS AN ENTRY (with extra entry if you pulled a specific line). This has been such a struggle for me for the past ... you know, million years or something, and each of you made me feel so good, thank you. ♥
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Q: This is reaching back into the memory a bit, I know, but what's your favourite of my fanfic? (BONUS BONUS ENTRY if you pull a specific line!)
* i cannot remember a specific line off the top of my head but i remember the post-S series dealing with usagi's trauma from pharaoh 90 (sound of silence?) was a gut punch and a half -- anewconstellation
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* "Blue shirt. Pearl buttons." I think this was the first time I read you writing the Outers, particularly Neptune and Uranus, and, uh, holy shit. Absolutely note-perfect dialogue and dynamic, particularly for that period of Sailor Moon S when Michiru and Haruka used intimacy of speech and gesture as an instrument of distancing and obfuscation (of their goals to the Inners, of their hearts to themselves and to each other, of the heli-pad to the staff at Mugen Academy, etc). It was so clear, and so clearly *them* that I could actually hear the intonations of their respective seiyuu. And then to deploy such spot-on character elements in combination with the stakes and the maturity the anime never reached for, my WORD, are you trying to kill me??? The pacing, the restraint! What an absolute gift. You're a wonder.
(also your drabbles are fuckin peerless, and the BTL concept is such a clever series framework) -- @rasiqra-revulva
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* This was so hard to pick from, but I finally settled on "Cause and Affect" - it's such a heartbreaking story, but the juxtaposition between the clinical lines of information from the computer to the memories Ami is dealing with to the horror of the visuals around her... it's so bright and sharp and PRESENT. It keeps me in the story, that mix of tones and feelings. And the final line? Perfection. "Number of regrets: none" What an amazing take on Ami and how she processes information and how she deals with the situation she is in. I still get chills up my back when I read the story. -- @amberlilly
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* I love your Between the Lines series, it's how I found your Tumblr and liveblogs back in the day -- @amboato
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* Author Alert. “So never, ever, going to live this down.” -- @crunchbuttsteak
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* "Of her word" quote "But for all that, it remained sand. Rei erased it with one swipe." -- Dei
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* Between The Lines. Adding further character/emotional depth to canon is YES PLZ. I really liked the whole idea of Usagi having trauma post-Pharaoh 90 and all the chapters that hit on that. On a less serious note Chibs' circus-related PTSD and freaking out when Hotaru wants to go to the circus kills me every time. ("But your precious dreams Hotaru-chan!") -- forgottenfae
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* This is probably the obvious choice, but "The Sounds of The Silence" has haunted me in all the best ways since I first read it. The way you write Rei, Usagi, and Rei and Usagi hits me right in the heart every time. This particular fic, with Usagi so traumatized, and Rei being as soft and gentle as Usagi needs, will always stick with me.
I pulled up the fic to try and narrow down a single line, and ultimately there's no real debate. "She would never stop trying to do more, but for now, she simply did this."
That line is, at its core, the essence of Rei Hino. And it is perfection. -- gatorsandglitter
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* I don't expect this to win at all, just sharing,, but I just super fondly remembered the goggles and all the amazing content, meta, and fic those inspired, both from you and others -- @goosebytrade
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* "You Win or You Die" my favorite line is "She and Rei WOULD have The Moment, they WOULD get their thousand years of bliss, and they WOULD be making out after all this was over. Like, SO HARD." -- @i-needa-nap-please
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* I'm always really bad at answering questions like this because my mind has pretty much become a goldfish in my old age and I have a hard time remembering specific fics; it all sort of starts to jumble up in my brain and things get lost. But I have always loved reading your writing, it's what got me onto this godforsaken website in the first place -- it was just before Crystal dropped, and we were all foolishly full of hope and excitement, and you were going through the Moon Pride video and waxing poetic about the FRIENDSHIPS and I was like, "YES! Finally! Someone who understands why I love this stupid kids' show!"
I think I sent you an ask saying this before, (but who knows if you ever got it, Tumblrs being what they are - indifferent) but I tried reading fanfic and even published novels based on properties, like the Buffy novels and Star Trek and Star Wars novels, for a long time, and mostly found it frustrating and annoying and just... wrong. It always had this awkwardness and clunkiness to it that didn't do anything for me and just constantly screamed "THIS IS A FANFIC IT IS NOT REAL WRITING" at me. Didn't like it. But, I liked yours. Yours didn't feel awkward or clunky. You have never written any sentences like, "Rei watched the blonde stand up" where "the blonde" is Minako, and I don't know why fanfic writers think that calling characters "the blonde" or "the redhead" or whatever is sexy or cute but it ain't (sorry, pet peeve tangent). So, when you were writing stuff more, I would read it like it was going out of style, and you led me to Doc's writing, which had the same natural, "this is real writing" quality, and I loved hers, too. Anyway, my favorites of yours have always been the Between the Lines stuff. I just love the "hidden" moments that we didn't get to see. The Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead bits of Sailor Moon (speaking of fanfic that actually works) that bring so much depth to characters we know and love already or to characters we see only briefly. Also, the Shadow Senshi, because FUCK. Just... Kill Me. In any event, I know that writing has been difficult for you of late, and I know how that feels, so I hope that people who are actually able to answer this question have given you some places to go and draw strength from so that it can become part of your life again. TBH, I've been using the bonus questions on your Giftening surveys and Doc's 8 Days surveys as an excuse to try doing some small bits of quick, no pressure, nobody's gonna see it unless you or Doc actually LIKE it, don't think about it writing, and it has been helpful. I hope you can find something that gives you the same opportunity. Now that I've written you a novel that doesn't even answer the question you asked (goldfish, remember? *sigh*), have a gorgeous Tuesday! -- @incorrecttact
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* The one with Pluto and Queen Serenity, where Serenity is selfish in a very Usagi way, but her arrogance combined with that selfishness makes it a fatal flaw? I liked that one a lot. -- Jules
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* the bit you wrote to 'fill in' a gap for why during r did mamoru act like a distant jerk. My favourite parts were Rei coming to see the same dream, and despite being the one to have the biggest reason to believe in these kinds of prophetic visions, Rei still doesn't believe fate is set in stone. -- just... a fan. a well-baked one
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* Make It To New Year's -- @kaleidodreams
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* ahhh, where is a link to all of your fanfic? It's the series you started after S, with Rei comforting Usagi, because like you I was let down by the fact that they never followed up on what Usagi saw, or even how she dealt, with the end of S. runner up: the one where Usagi is about to give birth because everything you write with Rei and Usagi is amazing. -- kari
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* There was a drabble/draft/something that you used one of my prompts for, and I prompted you with Usagi and Rei, but you did it from Luna's perspective and THAT WAS SO UNEXPECTED and it turned out SO GOOD cause like!!!!!! You made Sailor Moon both someone Luna cares for, because still the legacy of the moon, and someone utterly discouraging for her because *this should not be*, and wow what a way to make it both about Usagi herself and about her powers. -- katrani
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* I love the btl fics, they fill in the missing gaps, add depth to the story, and sometimes smooth over things (SuperS) when canon is just...blah. One line I really liked was:
“I was listening, at first, but then I started thinking about how hungry I was, and how a pork bun would be really good right now, and then I wondered what makes a thing a bun, and like, if you put ANYTHING in a bun, does it become a Thing-Bun, so could you make a bun out of another bun and would it be a Bun Bun, and wouldn’t that be the greatest thing to– Rei?”
It's a great run-on, stream of thought sentence that just really catches Usagi's voice, is hilarious, and such a natural progression. -- @kumeko
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* “HUG,” Usagi demanded again, because dammit, she’d been promised a hug and SOMEONE was going to deliver.
(The one where Michiru has the hiccups. Because it's fun HaruMichi stuff, because it weaponises Usagi in a useful way, because it manages to (gently) make fun of both perfect!Michiru and saint!Usagi without being mean to either character, and also because I get hiccups a lot and I haaaaate them.) -- nerdy-flutterings
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* I can't remember a specific fic, but I LOVE your Shadow Senshi headcanons and they're the main reason I started writing my own Shadow Senshi stories. -- @notesfromtheidiotbox
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* The Figuarts saga is the Sailor Moon fic I never knew I needed -- Raye
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* Special Delivery is a delight. So much Rei Certainty (that ends up being misplaced). So much Usagi being The Most Usagi About Pregnancy. So much Comedic Hijinks, because why the hell WOULDN’T ‘the Senshi get blindsided when Usagi goes into labor’ end up going full screwball? There’s a lot of great lines there (Rei’s theory about Chibs taking control of the Gate of Time and manipulating things is fantastic, as is the ending,) but my favorite is definitely “Rei Hino if I give birth to my daughter on the side of the road I swear I will go back in time and tear all the pages out of your favorite coloring book! [...] I’ll break the crayons too, Rei-chan!” Delightfully specific and childish, especially since Usagi sticks with it, and that particular brand of comic specificity is definitely a highlight of yours. -- Regalli
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* Fire on Mountain!!! When I got to “Her voice was deeper than most expected when facing the certainty of her. It was rough, sandpaper running over cherry. She’d been a singer, once. Nobody would have believed her.” I was like oh. OH! -- Sasha
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* My favorite of your fanfic, one one of the first I read is 'Hard to Break'. And my absolute favorite line is Usagi's panic when Minako tries to smoke: "Minako who was almost certainly dying, the cigarette had spread its evil and killed her instantly oh god." -- @shavedjudomonkey
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* Tonight Ami would grieve, and wish she understood why.' This Between the Lines about Ami getting her mini computer both haunts me and brings tears to my eyes. -- @shonasof
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* I can't remember the title, but it's the one where Minako realizes that Rei's been writing Sailor V fanfic under the name Red Bow -- Somariel
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* You would think Mako-chan's Happy Ending, but nope, this one goes to Hard to Break (although I had to look up the exact name.) This thing is filled with such great lines. How am I supposed to pick out one?
"[Watch out, boys,]" Minako said in smooth and entirely unnecessary English. "[Lady Super Cool is on the prowl.]" -- Ultrace
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* I forget the title, but it's the 'last senshi standing' fic where Ami is reflecting on the battle that took the others from her.
Detatched and cold as she analyzes Rei Minako and Mako and finally Usagi's death with a medical efficiency, going through her Visors readout and then reflecting that the clinical words were nothing compared to what she'd actually seen. following up the method of death of the senshi with a statistic in relation to her friendship with the girl. Number of milkshakes shared, number of conversations lasting well into the night, number of hugs, number of smiles that brightened the darkest of moods.
Describing how Rei's heart was pulped in a monster's grip, Minako's once beautiful face smashed against the rocks, Mako's lightning that outlived its mistress as she and Usagi ran off, and then finally that one last attempt to protect Usagi failing as 'Cervical Fracture' flashes on her visor. And From there she just... accepts death. sitting beside where Usagi had fallen and waiting for the end.
it's dark af but it's the first one that always comes to mind when i think about ur fics :> -- Vega
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* I am extremely predictable here with two of my choices, as you know that I am obsessed with Fire on the Mountain and Blue Shirt, two things you wrote when you "definitely couldn't write" (Sidenote: My new year's resolution is to be harder on your about writing) We all know why I love blue shirt, it's basically an underhand pitch to the face for me, but Fire on the Mountain has a quality of regret and longing that I really connected with, something that really struck me in a way that was powerful. It's different from a lot of your inners work, and I think about Mina posing as Rei, in her disguise magic in the woods, and all the reasons why, fairly often.
Something that MAY come as a surprise to you, is I really wish we got more ofyour overwatch stuff, and maybe I'll just keep asking for this for my birthday for the rest of our natural lives, but I think of like, the one you wrote on 7/14/20, with Pharah longing to have a man to shoot in the face because that would be easier than the emotions around whatever's going on with her, and I'm utterly tantalized. And I loved that hurt/comfort you wrote for me, where Pharah had this single minded drive to find out what had happened to Angela, and Tracer's trying to, well, comfort her, on some level, and the way you described Pharah's "animal cry" was FANTASTIC, and as always I am deeply jealous of your Tracer voice and IF YOU WOULD WRITE IT MORE IT WOULD HELP ME. -- WRITE, BITCH.
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* The one were Hotaru confronted Michiru and Haruka about how they had tried to kill her in order to stop the Silence. Such a good little moment =w= -- zorrito
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AND THEN THESE WERE UNSIGNED SAD FACE
* Chosen. I like your Overwatch stuff but Chosen was a goddamn masterpiece.
* Operation: Heart Angels. Senshi going after Mamoru for his bullshit was something I didn't know I needed.
* The entirety of Beggars Would Ride, including every single line of Anya's dialogue.
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I’ll be drawing for the bonus liveblog around the start of THE GIFTENING 2020 (currently looking to be Monday, 11 January 2021). Each bonus question is another chance to earn an entry! I CAN ABSOLUTELY AND SHAMELESSLY BE BOUGHT.
#THE GIFTENING 2020#THE GIFTENING 2020 admin stuff#THE GIFTENING 2020 bonus q#in which jw gets a fuzzy#jw writes stuff
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DRUM ROLL PLEASE: brrrrrrdumdumdum - CALL ME 707 (lol, SEVEN’s cool though). I’m your resident …um, something. Anyway, let’s get to the good stuff. I’m a 28 year woman (she/her), who likes to escape the trials and tribulations of her job by writing about different worlds and fantastical characters. Let’s hope Seojun fits in that category. Kidding. Mostly. Lol.
( KIM TAEHYUNG. CIS MALE. ) Everyone in Vivian’s pack knows of ( SEOJUN HYUN,) one of her loyal Leechers. ( HE ) is/are a ( 25 / 427 ) year old lycan known amongst their packmates for being ( EFFICIENT + DUTIFUL ) but also quite ( STEADFAST - CALCULATING ) They’re known for being the ( SOLDIER ) Though they are technically disbanded, they are still dedicated to their cause.
clickety-click below to read more about this child of mine. plz&thnx, friends.
seojun, the past.
>> Seojun Hyun was born in 1567, during the Joseon Dynasty. His family were cattle herders who tried their best to live a simple life. Although there were many lessons taught to Seojun during this time, a majority of fundamental development went exactly as expected - there were no childhood traumas or events that shook his life into a path he couldn’t get out of. No, that would be saved for when he reached adulthood.
>> When Seojun was in his early twenties, impending war had started to edge into Korea and by the time Seojun turned 25, the Japanese Invasion began. It was the year 1592 when Toyotomi Hideyoshi lead the Japanese troops to invade Korea. Although his family had insisted that he refrain from enlisting, Seojun ultimately chose to enlist in order to protect his father and grandfather from having to do the duty themselves. However, during this time, Seojun had started to learn who he really was: a solider through and through. Seojun excelled in all of the aspects of being a solider - from the physical abilities to the mentality that came with war, he was a brilliant soldier and should have gone further up the ranks …
>> During the first year of his enlistment, everything had gone swimmingly. At least, it seemed to be going swimmingly. During a planned attack, Seojun had been separated from his squad and chose to hide in a nearby forest for safety. Unbeknownst to him, the war in the darkness of the forest was far worse than the war outside. As he wandered, he had been attacked by something - the darkness made it difficult for him to make out the figure. Although, he couldn’t see it, he could feel the blood lust and while he tried to fight, the creature had strength greater than he could even imagine. Seojun couldn’t remember if the darkness had grown too heavy or if he had blacked out, but the metallic scent of his blood clung in the air as he awoke.
>> Despite having been woken up bloodied, Seojun managed to remain calm. However, he saw a figure come near him, he did what any twenty-five year in the middle of a war would do when a stranger dressed in tatters and drenched in blood would do: he screamed and tried to get up. Unfortunately, whatever had attacked him had left far more injured than he expected - he was able to move two steps forward before hitting the ground again. The stranger hadn’t said anything, rather he walked over to Seojun and turned him on his back. The man claimed to be a “doctor” and had said he could save the fallen soldier. Seojun had been skeptical since the man began a blood transfusion on the forest floor. This seemed neither safe nor sanitary, but the soldier had closed his eyes and decided that if he were to die today, he would hope his parents would be honored that he fought for their country.
>> Sometime during this time, Seojun’s memory continues to grow fuzzy. He’s unsure of the events that had unfolded; he kept asking himself: "Are there werewolves in Korea?“
>> When he awoke, the man was no longer present. Seojun woke with confusion - he was suddenly alright, but something felt wrong. He didn’t feel quite himself. Not exactly. The man who had claimed to be a doctor had transfused blood into him …whose blood? Seojun frantically tried to figure this out but by the time he discovered it, it would be impossible turn back. The unknown doctor had been a Lycan taking cover in Korea.
>> Are there Lycans in Korea? Yes.
>> Seojun had quickly grown to accept his newfound identity. He decided that it would be best for his family to believe he died during the war rather than to know that he had become something other human. After his family was delivered the news that he had died during the war, Seojun began a nomad life - he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, not yet.
>> A pack of wolves in Korea had taken Seojun in - their leader being the “doctor” who had completed the blood transfusion that turned Seojun. They trained him in with their abilities and he quickly excelled in understanding himself. To be able to excel in anything, he needed to master himself beforehand. It took years to fully become as comfortable as he is now - the Seojun in the past would never have imagined he could be as skilled and talented as he is now.
>> Although, he had never gotten over leaving his human family, he had grown to love his new pack. Though Seojun tried to avoid any confrontations against the Vampires, when his pack leader and members had been killed during one of the many fights, Seojun could no longer allow himself to play the role of just an observer. He knew he had to step into the battlefield: a soldier can never rest, after all.
>> He quickly earned a reputation for his efficient methods - the work of a soldier needed to be quick, precise and deadly. Killing wasn’t something new to him. Rather, his Lycan abilities assisted in making him better at it. He’d been a soldier before anything else and since they were in a war, it was impossible not to act.
>> Seojun eventually left Korea in search for others to help with this on-going war against the vampires. He briefly met Vivian almost a hundred years ago and joined her pack. His youthful and softer appearance often allows people to underestimate the monster that hides underneath; the element of surprise has always been one of his favorite things in the world, after all.
>> The Peace Treaty makes him skeptical. He doesn’t believe it. He is a solider and has seen the wars that erupt when peace ends. Although, Seojun knows the public image that needs to displayed, there are plenty of things that go bump in the dark.
seojun, the present.
>> Peace and soldiers cannot coexist. At least, not in Seojun’s opinion. Luckily, he knew peace had always just been a mask for the truth - there are monsters in the dark, after all. Publicly, the Leechers had been disbanded but that was never something written in blood. There are people who spend their lives fighting against the nature burned in their blood, but Seojun had inherited the blood and accepted his truth. All he has to do is wait.
>> Seojun has always believe that the pack comes first. He does not care about the lengths he needs to go. It’s been four hundred years, he doesn’t mind if his hands gets a little bit dirtier. Although, he has been feeling antsy lately. Peace is boring to him, after all. Many people may have started to lose their edge due to peace, but if anything, it has made him more alert, more aware and evermore ready to jump as soon as the opportunity arises.
fun facts & other things.
>> Seojun is a connoisseur of steak. His family had been cattle ranchers, so he is very particular about the cuts and cooking methods of steak. He’s very, very specific in how steaks are supposed to be seasoned and cooked. Do not argue with him about either, especially when he’s got that steak knife in his hand.
>> He often changes his hair color as a way to signify that he has aged another year. His appearance has not changed much, but at the very least, he can change his hair color to make it look like time has passed.
>> Seojun likes to run. During his early years as a soldier, the man was talented in running and sprinting; he was the fastest in his squadron. With his lycanthropic abilities, it’s only made him faster. This desire for speed has always made him impatient; whenever his attention trips out, he will start tapping his foot and run off as soon as he is able to.
>> There had been a period of time when Seojun would always carry a sword with him. Despite always having a sword with him, he would always break said sword. It took him a few hundred years to master not breaking a sword.
>> If asked what his family was like, Seojun will say that he was raised by cattle before he ate said cattle. His birth family has never been a topic he liked to discuss. The people he had once loved became ghosts that haunted his memories.
... and I will probs add more but it is nearly midnight. If I keep going, it’s going to get really weird and specific. Like how Seojun always puts his left sock on before he puts his right sock on, but then puts his right shoe on before his left one. Or even how, he can never sleep in a room with an electric fan on - he swears that it could kill him if it’s still on when he closes his eyes. Or even like how when he has decided he will kill someone, he will write their name down in red ink - back in his years, when writing the family registry, a deceased person’s name is written in red ...so, if he has decided you’re going to die, he’ll write your name down with red ink and then burn the paper.
I don’t know. He’s weird enough for me to have a million headcanons.
Anyway, come at me with plots and thangs and headcanons and ideas and ...yes. I’m ready for it.
Thanks for reading down this far. Seojun and I appreciate you very much.
#underworldshqintro#hi there.#this got long.#but i'm excited to meet everyone and their muses.#yeeeeea-yuh.
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zodiac: what’s their sign? does it influence theirpersonality? do they care about astrology?
Egeire Mahariel & Egeria “Ria” Surana:
As Egeire is a derivative of Egeria and Egeria is originally aSelf Insert, both are born in the twelfth month, known as Cassusor Haring. Unfortunately if I ever nailed down a date fortheir birthday/s I absolutely cannot find it.They very likelystill both fall in the range for Sagittarius, though. I don’t thinkit terribly influences their personalities, though I am very biasedby years of being umimpressed with the common astrology babble of“Sagittarius is an extrovert who loves adventures and excitementand is changeable and spontaneous!!1!!1“ Ria would probably payastrology no mind and Egeire would probably mostly do the same but heis also absolutely the type to lowkey look up sign compatibility withpeople he gets crushes on.
In the Chinese zodiac, they were both born in 9:08 I believe,which if you translate that straight as 908, means they’re EarthDragons. I… think.
Soveliss Liadon:
yeah I’ve got 0 idea when Sov was born. soz fam. if it becomesimportant to his backstory or if aub develops any Cool Year Info NShit maybe I will figure that out but honestly I never come up withcharacter birthdays until it comes up. which is not often. I don’teven have any real vibes for seasons they all seem Fine.
shooting star: if your OC(s) could have one wish whatwould it be?
Egeire Mahariel
Perhaps… peace, or maybe life depending on the timeframe. Peacebeing the ability to be cured of the Taint in his blood and live alife that makes him happy with the people who make him happy.Alternatively, life– namely, Tamlen’s. He feels guilty aboutTamlen’s death for a long time. Even if Tamlen isn’t his…Egeire wants his friend to live a full life and die a death not inagony.
(Egeire’s wish for peace extends to any Warden Egeire AU, but inWAW!AU imagine his life wish expanding. it would probably take quitesome rules-lawyering to keep it from being disastrous, but what ifEgeire could undo so much sorrow? Tamlen lives, and so does anybodyfrom Clan Sabrae who might have perished in the Blight. The Circle isnot ravaged, and so many mages who were locked behind heavy doors andleft to die have a second chance at life. Hundreds of soldiers, lostat Ostagar and beyond, return home to family and loved ones.Consultation is probably needed to keep his tongue from erring intosomething unwise, but what if the past year did not need to be soakedin so much grief? And, well… he has plenty of role modelsfor ambitious goals, now.
Royals AU Egeire would consider it, and… honestly find hedoesn’t want for much. He is happy with Denoreth, and unlike theother royals AU, this Egeire is not as scarred by Cyrron beforeCyrron is eliminated from his life. His training with Cyrron isultimately what allows him to keep Denoreth safe, in fact, and evenDen likes watching him fight. so Egeire would probably just wish forsomething like eternal prosperity upon both their kingdoms or somesuch.
Fugitives AU Egeire probably has an interesting wish: A life wherehe is never taken and broken by Cyrron, but still gets to meet andend up happy with Denoreth like he is now, without the trauma.Failing that, the follow-ups would be erasing the aftereffects ofsaid trauma, or him and Denoreth having a life of comfort where theynever have to struggle to get by again, like they did when they firstfled their past lives)
Egeria Surana
I think the big thing that would address a lot of Ria’s hurts inlife would be equality; if elves and mages and non-Andrastians wereon even footing with humans (etc), maybe then she and those who comeafter her wouldn’t have to worry about mages (some of themso young) leaping from high windows or choosing Tranquility,and elves wouldn’t suffer in alienages, and she would not feel socaught on a tightrope between Warden and elfmagegirl, the latter ofwhich also becomes a real threat to her relationship with Alistair.It is a gigantic scale wish, but it’s one concept, and itwould likely be hers.
Post-Inquisition, the wish she makes probably wouldn’tchange… but honestly, on the inside, she just wants Alistair backfrom the Fade.
Soveliss Liadon
There are two major angles Sov can wish for: past and future. Onthe one hand, he could have everything he lost back. The monks couldlive again, he could have a home, they could perhaps reconcile, andhe could spend like a week straight just crying and holding onto eachand every one of them for dear life.
But on the other hand, there is the future. There is him as anadventurer, a warlock, and a traveling acolyte. For the future, hiswish would likely be power. Knowledge, magic, and control farbeyond his current comprehension. With enough magic he could protectwhat few things he still cares about, and fulfill his duties toKelemvor in protecting others and striking down undead. With enoughmagic, he might not feel so small compared to his patron, though hewould not be able to fathom being on equal footing (or being morepowerful than?) his dear patron, an archfey. With enough magic… hecould perhaps bring his family of monks back himself, or at least putthem to rest so they no longer haunt the halls of the monastery. Sogiven the choice, Soveliss would probably wish for magic, power, andknowledge.
What could possibly go wrong?
Under the cut: mixtape & fragrance
mixtape: 5 songs that describe your OC(s) or songsthey themselves would like
Answeredhere for normal Egeire, Egeria, and Soveliss.
Royals AU Egeire:
1. “TheBest Is Yet To Come” - Frank Sinatra (once Egeire and Denorethfinally get to the point of being in love… things are reallylooking up)
2. “I Lived” - OneRepublic (being very suddenly thrown into an arranged marriage feels a bit like being thrown to the wolves, but perhaps by the end of everything, he will have finally lived a life of his own choosing.)
3. “Collide” - Howie Day (tentative, sweeter love song for boys gettin’ to know each other)
4. “Float On” - Modest Mouse (chill song about carrying on through setbacks, bc hey that’s p much all Eg can do at this point)
5. “Any Way You Want It” - Journey (surprise most of this AU rn is young princes falling in love and holding onto themselves despite the politics as much as possible)
Fugitives AU Egeire:
1. “TheOnly Exception” - Paramore (Egeire learned from Cyrron thatlove was fickle and fleeting and led only to hell and heartbreak, andDenoreth had figured out pretty quickly that getting attached topeople was a fool’s errand, but…)
2. “Be OK”- Ingrid Michaelson (Poor tol has spent so long being torn topieces and scrambled and he just… wants to have the partsof himself he lost back)
3. “Field of Innocence” - Evanescence (The sadder half of the above coin. Flip-flopping between wanting to Be OK again and just wanting to go back to before he was ever hurt.)
4. “Jump the Fence” - Mother Mother (Fleeing and freedom and not necessarily goodness, only looking out for themselves and going straight back to merc work and profiting (surviving) off of doing richer bastards’ dirty work)
5. “Give Me A Sign” - Breaking Benjamin (Just. Boys gotta hold onto each other and try to keep each other together through financial struggling and moral conflict and internalized shit and the scars will remain but they can too.)
Bonus: “Home”- Phillip Phillips (could apply to both AUs, really. everything is uncertain- and inFugitives AU especially even terrifying- but they will have a home.This new place will be home, one day.)
fragrance: what do your OCs smell like?
Egeire Mahariel:
Canon/WAW: Leather and sweat typically, from being out on the road, often with some measure of blood. When they get to Vigil’s Keep and there’s room for fancy soaps and shit, he would probably be particular to pine or herbal scents or smth.
Royals: really it’s going to be like soap and scented oil rubbed into his hair or halla and sweat and there’s not a whole lot of in-between
Fugitives: When Denoreth first meets him, it is the light, almost undetectable scent of salt water and ocean breeze. This lingers through most of their encounters, at varying degrees of intensity, until they make their break for it– that day is just sweat and fear, ironically as they are surrounded by the real sea and eventually have their final confrontation with Cyrron. After that, Egeire never smells of the ocean again. He likes apple and water lily and honey scented soaps, and the smell of flowers often lingers on him when he leaves his room. He also specifically keeps unscented soap around for when they’re working.
Egeria Surana:
Scents don’t cling to her much. Soap and books if anything, in the Circle. Sweat on the road. Likes flowery soaps once she can get her hands on them. Still only lingers for so long, though.
Soveliss Liadon:
Pre-adventuring Sov mostly smelled like old, old books and incense. Adventuring Sov probably smells of pretty little considering he is extremely ready and willing to basically prestidigitate off layers of skin to keep himself fairly clean. Dusk of the New Morning Soveliss probably smelled like dust and food, while Here There Be Kerbolds Soveliss (aka current Sov which is absolutely getting a The Adventure Zone reference name bc of the Abraca-Fuck-You quote) probably smells like either linen or faintly of swamp (bc grumblegrumble it takes /so much prestidigitation/ to get swamp water out and he’s probably still going to have to wash so much shit after this is over).
#oracleanswers#mossandrock#Egeire Mahariel#Egeria Surana#Soveliss Liadon#one day I will be able to come up with my own one-liners but in the meantime fuck it let's just kill the table with quotes#also just imagine the au in which WAW Egeire can't rules-lawyer that wish to perfection#and he is offered a choice#either a smaller scale wish#or he gets everything he wants: everyone lives#people have their loved ones back#and the timeline is reshaped in a way so as to not be broken#but he trades his own life for it#:)#and then one day Tamaris wakes up with the feeling that something is off and goes to their office#to find their desk covered in letters from their friends making fun of their latest political speech and asking after Kieran#Denoreth wakes up to his lovers in his bed - a Dalish elf and an Antivan assassin#but both of these men are blond and that Dalish elf's markings look /incomplete/ and when Denoreth is confused#his lovers - Tamlen and Zevran - are just as confused back at him#and Kylare is told that she and Tamlen went through the Blight together#'Egeire... we lost your brother at the cave lethallan- don't you remember?'#'he... when we saw him again during the blight- he was- you... you were the one to... it was all we could do'#can they get Egeire back? is he gone forever? haha who knows depends on the AU you want I guess#but fun times!#[confetti popper intensifies]
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a night to remember fluffy/ romantic bughead dance au
Oh wow ummm help me help me oh god ummm! Wow after working with Birth-5 yr olds to come home to this after 3 hrs of sleep. I’m going to do my best which is god awful. Sorry!umm ok I don’t do fluffy I’m more angsty lol soo how about romantic towards the end with no fluff? Can we compromise? I mean I’m trying and I’m a sucky writer. Whoever you are you do realize you are torturing me as well as you by having me write right? Well maybe just me cause who knows if you actually read it. 🤔
K here it goes .....
The week before the winter formal night to remember dance. “Jughead, I need you to be my date” Jughead shrugs and slumps to Betty’s level, “After what happened at the last dance no thank you! Besides I’m protesting.” Betty’s piercing green eyes look into him like she could cut him with them, “Jughead you will take me to the dance and I don’t care if you wear the serpent Jacket.” Jughead glares at her, she feels like if his nostrils could they would set her on fire, “No, Betts, I just can’t” He walks away from her. In fact he is literally running.She is shell shocked. Jughead had never said, “No” to Betty ever that she can recall. He always was there for her, when she needed him. She remembered the last dance. He looked so good in his tux admittedly he was nervous but he was so cute. She remembered that awkward dinner that her mom had set up. She remembered her confronting Archie & Veronica. She remembers Kevin rushing to tell Jughead about his father after Archie had told them they had broke into his trailer and she knew that her mom had a plan, but, she wasn’t sure what. His face was broken. His trust completely gone. He even stated to her, “I was thinking of staying here instead of going to Toledo for you!!” She was shocked at that. Yet, he had forgiven her so this was deeper. She needed to talk to F.P. he might know something. She just wanted a night to remember with Jughead after all they've been through this year. Thry needed a night to unwind and have fun. She wanted to cry.
She called Archie telling him to take Jughead to Pops or distract him if he was there so she could talk to F.P. alone. Archie agreed he hasn’t spend that much time with him. Plus he still felt guilty for doing that to Jughead & F.P. yet to a point Jughead should be appreciative cause Veronica and him found no gun when they were searching it. Yet F.P. might have given up Cliff Blossom eventually after seeing his son suffering. Jug was still struggling just in a different way.
Trailer park Betty knocked on F.P.’s trailer and he answered he was sober thank goodness. In fact he looked like he just got off work. “Jug isn’t here Betty” “I know I came to speak to you” he looked dumbfounded, “Ok sit, want some coffee?” “No, thank you, I came to talk to about Jug” he put his hands to his face, “You two doing ok?” He said it so quietly she almost missed it. “Yes” he smiled, “Good, so what do you need Betty?” Betty gulped, “Jughead won’t go to the dance with me. I need him too I after this year I figured we needed this. ” F.P. looked like a deer in the headlights, “Jug doesn’t really do dances Betty and after the last one he is kind of dramatized he called his mom she refused to let him visit, I was in jail and he got taken from his home, put into foster care” she never thought of those events. She said, “Right, thanks F.P.” she left.
A week later day of the dance She put a black n white striped suit with a red tie into Jughead’s locker plz put this on at 5:15 and meet me in the Blue & Gold roomLove, Betty. Jughead took the suit home threw it on the bed what did Betty not understand he wasn’t going. He turned the music up on his phone. His dad came in and took the headphones off his son’s head. “What is this son?” Jughead shrugs, “Betty being Betty” F.P. was about to respond until he heard the song Jughead was listening to. “Jug, this isn’t your type of music why are you listening to it?” Jughead grins, “Well Dad this song is me isn’t it? Its so scary.” F.P. looked at Jughead in that moment his son looked haunting, scary, not his old son. His kid was traumatized and it was his fault. “What song is that Jughead?” Jughead laughs, “Devil in my veins by Yelawolf” the next song was F.P. and if Jughead kept going it was going to be him, “What song is this” Wickedly and his eyes bright, “Violin by Yelawolf featuring Lee Brice ” Jughead I don’t care if I am dragging you to that dance you are going, “Put that suit on” “NO!” “JUGHEAD PUT THAT SUIT ON NOW!!” he saw Jug flinch it killed him but Jughead said, “Fine, can you leave so I can change?” F.P. dropped off Jughead knowing if he let Jughead drive he’d end up at Pops.
School blue & Gold“Betty” Jughead said no answer, “Betts” his hand in his pockets. Betty appears from behind him, “Juggie you came” he bitterly states, “Not by choice but I’m here Betts” He looked good in that suit real good but he wasn’t facing her. She could tell F.P. might have made him come. She licked his ear, “I love you Jughead Jones” he turned around his blue eyes glossy, she would comfort him make this time a fun experience. She wanted Jug to see dances can be fun" she whispered in his ear again, “If you dance with me Jughead Jones Veronica rented me a hotel room and we can do something NC-17” he was now looking at her, “Betty we never went past R” “Oh Juggie leave me in control and you will never ever say no to me again…unless you want a punishment which you will get tonight for saying no” his mouth agape taking Elizabeth Cooper in fully her hair is down, its curly, she is wearing a turquoise dress that shows off all her best assests and her eyes are gleaming. “Betty take me to the dance.” “Right this way Mr. Jones as she grabs his hand.”
They dance until the dance is over the music was poppin’ they mixed it up. Jughead didn’t care about the dance he just wanted the hotel and what Betty meant by NC-17
Betty brought Jughead to the motel and put a do not disturb sign on the door. Sorry for their eyes only!
Haha this is awful and I kind of did a teaser cause yea why and added some unnecessary back story lol. Plus I’m sleep deprived so I kind of forgot the question and just went with it. Nooo I haven’t reread this nor any of my others just sending it off to the unknown. Who are you Anon and why do you keep making me write. My own torture lol. Thanks whoever you are. Sorry I missed the mark on your,ask hopefully you will forgive me.
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Madness album 1 laughter blood tears track 1
(Verse 1) 1 I'm not wakin up, till da world wakes me up 2 See wat I wanna see, be who I wanna be 3 Wakin up wit dirt on my teeth 4 It feels like da worlds tryna take control of me 5 Speed takin shots x3, knocks me out, here comes da dreams 6 but I gottah hit da scene 7 so I gotta be a prodigy 8 I'm hiddin from da dark spirit dats confinin me 9 but its hard to be fall in from da madness dats inside of me 10 but I gottah be me n only me 11 its hard cause I'm takin words to da chest feeling me wit madness till I fall to da death 12 but I guess dats just life when u tryna rise like a rose 13 I don't even know why I wake up cause when I do I see da demon DAT haunts me 14 dis motherfucker follows me around black as night 15 telling me to do shit, how can I fake dis 16 he's picking at my brain and making me skitsofrinic 17 yeah I'm mad and its so sad cause erry thing I try to be dis demon jus keeps on haunting me 18 so fuck being sain, imma stay sick 19 so I gottah get da pistol grip so I can blast on DAT ass 20 see I gottah get my head right 21 so I can sleep wit out a fight 22 den he hides in da night In search fo a time to come out 24 my mind ain't right cause he screaming in my brain 25 now I'm giving dis MF a name 26 quick to say I'm goin to hell 27 so wat u really wanna say 28 hearing suicidal voices all day 29 but its OK cause I'm used to dis shit 30 dis song goes so deep in dese notes of sorrow 31 so I'm sitting in a dark room wit my new friend thinkin 32 how da fuck did it come to dis 33 all dese fuckin notes up in my wrists 34 make a slit here and a slit dere 35 while lookin at his face so deep 36 n its all fucked up (Hook) Plz don't save Plz don't save me Plz don't save Plz don't save me Plz don't save Plz don't save me FROM DA DARKNESS DATS INSIDE OF ME! (Verse 2) 1 as I watch my blood drip into a puddle 2 I think I see his selfish smile 3 dis knife became my idol 4 I can't fight it cause I'm loving erry second 5 start to where hoodies cause I'm playing operations 6 people always hate me I can here dem whisper 7 oh its really bad now I can't be saved 8 da bloods poor in out its faster den ever 9 he's laughing in da dark wit blood red eyes 10 as I search fo my mask the comfort I have fo my blank sad face 11 a disgrace fo a child addicted to smoke beautifully suffercating on air 12 loosin control so well I'm boutta let go wit a smile 13 to scarred to quit look at wat dey did I hope dere happy 14 jus one more stab one to da heart a perfect death 15 a beautiful art bloods poor in now start to slip and slowly loosing feelin 16 I see da light now I hear dem screaming 17 I can't believe it somebody called I'm looking at da doctors 18 handcuffed to my seat as dere gluing me up stopped da blood 19 dey ruined my plans I was so close to peace 20 and dey brought me back nobody likes me I was better off dead 21 ur so selfish u brought me back in a truck to suffer more 22 u said u cared but lied like all da rest 23 its so screwed up I wish fo my own death 24 I feel like crying but have no tears left 25 why I cut to feel pain deres nothing left 26 I'm sick in my head so much DAT I'm ashamed 27 I hear his voice again why me does anybody here 28 dis was my year guess not cause its gettin worse 29 as I start to plan again back to sinnin 30 dey told me I wouldn't ever be shit 31 now I'm screaming in da night 32 how da fuck did it come to dis 33 all dese fuckin notes up in my wrists 34 make a slit here and a slit dere 35 while lookin at his face 36 and its all fucked up (Hook) Plz don't save Plz don't save me Plz don't save Plz don't save me Plz don't save Plz don't save me FROM DA DARKNESS DATS INSIDE OF ME! (Verse 3) 1 sitting at home realizin a storms about to come 2 beat in my head like a drum till I grow dumb 3 waited real long but u never came 4 lookin like a bum maybe dats why I'm insane 5 drained tears watched em down da drain 6 told me dad did wrong u played me like a game 7 cocain mom u got no brain jus had to escape from realization my mom can't Eva be dere 8 da fact DAT all u made was rain and all u gave was pain 9 u broke me and now u swimming in a sea of emotions and I'm a shark 10 is dis wat u want me to turn my back on all u jus so I can be free 11 free wit piece and love at last I'm happy wit an eternity to get through 12 I found da only girl who stops pain and listens when I speak 13 someone to whom I love feel yo doom cause now u lost yo son to yo own guilty pleasure 14 I'm not dere out of yo darkness confused of yo tactics 15 mom I lost myself tryin to be found I found my self in dis girl 16 she rocks my whole world as I get back on my feet 17 and to dbk I hope you feel defeat cause I'm making it on my own 18 I know its hard to believe I'm so happy but I'm crying all alone 19 it pains me to say but momma brought me pain so bad DAT I'm insane 20 hard to believe so Yong but been through more den u old folks 21 I try to keep sain and away from da stress but he still around when I rest 22 as a Yong buck I was fucked in da head 23 here we go again I here his voice sitting alone so he knows I'm open 24 try to talk bout it but its hopeless pushing ppl away damn I'm loosin 25 I know I can't move from da past and I can't speak or Errybody will leave 26 feeling since less but I don't want a guilt trip 27 if dis song hits da shelf's I'll be suprised 28 terrorised in terrorists eyes overdosing dis shit ain't contolin 29 demons haunting me erry day feeling strange 30 here u come in dis dark room 31 screaming bloody murder 32 how da fuck did it come to dis 33 all dese fuckin notes up in my wrists 34 make a slit here and a slit dere 35 while lookin at his face 36 and its all fucked up (Hook) Plz don't save Plz don't save me Plz don't save Plz don't save me Plz don't save Plz don't save me FROM DA DARKNESS DATS INSIDE OF ME! Plz don't save Plz don't save me Plz don't save Plz don't save me Plz don't save Plz don't save me FROM DA DARKNESS DATS INSIDE OF ME!
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