Wild Hearts - Chapter Five - by foolishlovers (E, 5/?, 26k)
In the idyllic English countryside, far from the hustle and bustle of the big city, two teachers at Willowbrook Hall set out to transform their students’ lives through the world of theatre. But for Mr. Crowley, the challenge of navigating his long hidden feelings and dear friendship with Mr. Fell may prove to be the greatest drama of all.
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Their second lesson is all about trust...
"To build trust within the group, we have to trust them, too," Aziraphale had advised during their discussion of the lesson plan. "We need to offer them a piece of ourselves, so they feel comfortable doing the same with us."
In theory, Crowley understood. It made sense. But he had never done anything like that before – had never given the students more than gentle encouragement, a bit of advice here and there. He had never opened up to them; he was their teacher, not their friend.
"I've got this," Aziraphale announced, taking a few strides toward one of the tables, retrieving a shiny, soft, lavender-toned ball, “for us to throw around. Simply introduce yourself by stating your name and sharing one aspect about you that is unrelated to theatre. It needn't be anything special. Just a simple fact." He returned to his position opposite Crowley. Smiling warmly at him.
"I'll start. My name's Aziraphale Fell." A few students giggled at the obvious statement. "And my favourite colour is yellow." With that, he tossed the ball to Crowley.
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Wild Hearts: Chapter 1
Summary: It’s been 6 years since Katsuki Bakugou walked out on you and your hometown without an explanation. 6 long years of humiliation and heartbreak. So what happens when he walks back into your life asking for a favor? You know he’s not good for you, but what if your heart doesn’t?
Genre: angst, eventual smut, hurt, comfort, pining, slow burn, MDNI
CW: language, smoking, threats
Word Count: 826
A/N: I know it’s short and still pretty slow, but I promise we’ll pick up pretty quickly!!
Desperate to stay asleep and immersed in his childhood memories, Bakugou fought against waking, trying to block out the sounds of the horses nickering and the leaves rustling in the tree above.
As he turned over, stalks of grass pricked his cheek, their earthy smell replacing the ghosts of those in his dream, dew wetting his skin.
With a resigned sigh, he sat up, lifting his hat off the worn saddle he'd been using as a pillow and placing it on his head as he stretched with a groan, heaving himself to his feet.
He glanced around at their small camp, not surprised to see everyone else's saddles rolled and ready to go, except Mina's, who still slept peacefully, only the slightest bit of her bright hair poking out from under the blanket.
"Good to see you're up, Bakugou. I was beginning to think Mina would wake before you," Denki commented at the sight of the larger blonde, raising an eyebrow as he took a sip from his canteen.
"I was in the middle of a dream. Something wrong?" Bakugo grunted a reply as he buckled his gun belt around his hips.
Denki sighed, running a hand haphazardly through his blonde hair before replacing his hat. "Kinda. We don't have an in at Rose Creek anymore."
Bakugo's gaze shot up at the blonde man's words, confusion clouding his features. "The fuck are you talking about? What happened to the deal with Mineta?" he snapped.
"Creepy little idiot finally got himself shot and killed. It's not like he was a reliable source anyways," Kiri's voice cut into the conversation, and Bakugo twisted to scowl at the redhead as he groomed his horse.
"I fucking know that, But I didn't realize we had to like 'em to use 'em. If you wanna be the one to make contacts all the time, be my guest." he invited sarcastically, to which Kiri only chuckled, holding up his hands in surrender.
"We need someone to go in and get us new information. I refuse to walk in blind and risk dying before the fight has even begun, especially with this lot," Sero chimed in from where he lay, leaning against a log. "We've agreed it can't be any of us. Tomura's gonna keep an extra close eye if he gets wind of our whereabouts, and it's not like any of us can just waltz into town anyways. We can't hire anyone; It'd be too risky." As Bakugou's thoughts drifted back to his dream, the others nodded in agreement.
"How far are we from Palestone again?" he asked suddenly, lighting a cigarette as Kiri glanced at him curiously. "About two days ride. One if you don't stop. What're you thinking?" he asked.
Bakugo shrugged, looking down at his boots. "Might know someone. She'll need a little convincing," he admitted, his cigarette hanging from his lips as he spoke.
"How much convincing? We don't got that much time," Mina spoke up as she yawned and stretched, peering up at the three men. Bakugou glanced at her but ignored her statement, his full attention on Kiri.
"We can spare four days. Three to travel there and back, one to convince her," he decided, and Denki studied him for a moment, sharing a knowing look with Kiri.
"Is this that girl you talked on and on and on about that time you got so drunk you were convinced you could--," he began, and Bakugo whirled on him, eyes narrowed in warning.
"If you don't want me to loosen your cinch next time we ride out, I wouldn't finish that sentence," he growled, and Sero snickered at Denki's grumbling reply.
"So that would be a yes," Kiri chuckled, settling next to Sero on the ground.
"Why the hell not? If she cares about you half as much as you pretend you don't care about her, it's worth a shot," he grinned, ignoring the glare Bakugou shot him.
"Shut the hell up. It's not like that. She's an old friend." he snapped, stamping his cigarette with his heel before tacking and mounting his horse. He hesitated before swinging himself into his saddle, wondering for a second if he really did have motives other than getting the job done.
"Whatever you say, I don't talk about my friends like you talk about her," Kiri shrugged, shaking out a match, a fresh cigarette hanging from his lips.
Bakugou shook off his doubts with a growl at his friend's words, gathering his reins as he settled into his saddle and squeezed his heels around his horse, clucking softly to him.
Mina twisted around to watch him as Bakugo trotted off, shielding her eyes from the sun. "We can always find someone else if you can't convince her!" she called out.
Bakugo heard her and waved in response, but the pressure building in his chest prevented him from answering. He had no plans to fail to convince you.
Not this time.
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Into the Aether | 226 | The Tetris to Katamari Spectrum
Tetris and Katamari Damacy represent two similar but opposing approaches to video game design that emphasize different aspects of gameplay and aesthetics. By scrutinizing where a game falls on this spectrum, we may garner insights into its design and mechanics, as well as its potential impact on players. In this edition of the Into the Aether Audio Experience, we shall delve into this Tetris-to-Katamari spectrum and its implications for game design and player experience, and unravel the mysteries that lie within.
Discussed: Wild Hearts, PlayStation Portable, Ratchet and Clank: Size Matters, Rock Band Unplugged, Jeanne D'Arc, Me & My Katamari, Monster Hunter Freedom Unite, God of War: Chains of Olympus, God of War: Ghost of Sparta, Burnout Legends
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