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rising-volteccers · 7 months

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Honestly after talking with some friends, this is the impression I get from them so have this silly meme. Oh and the what-if scene for HZ023, if you care.

All jokes aside, I genuinely had fun writing this! This is how I personally would love to see happen. I hope it'll be an enjoyable read haha!

Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Friede, Amethio

Mild warning for description of character injury. And HZ022-HZ023 spoilers.

The loud screech that emanated deep within the mines stole his attention and halted the battle between them. Friede did say Amethio wouldn’t catch him looking away but his eyes automatically flickered to the source. What he saw emerging from the tunnel made his blood run cold.

Liko and Roy. Cap, badly wounded in Liko’s arms. Something big and angry chasing after them.

“Charizard, Flamethrower!” Friede ordered almost immediately.

His trusted partner swiftly fired off a stream of fire from its mouth, hitting the Pokemon that looked like Moltres dead center.

“Friede!” He heard Liko yell as the mine cart rapidly brought the kids and Cap away–hopefully towards safety.

“Keep going! Take care of Cap!”

Liko’s desperate scream of his name made his heart ache with guilt but Friede couldn’t afford to spare them any more attention, not when the flaming Pokemon turned its fury filled sights upon him.

To his brief surprise, he zeroed in on the Ancient Pokeball grasped between its talons. So, this was one of Lucius’s Pokemon too? Like Rayquaza and Arboliva?

The Moltres lookalike once again screeched in fury, and Friede swore he saw fire-like aura emitting from it. All of them had to dodge the bevy of Air Slash crescents fired off from its wings, where some veered towards the tunnel where Liko and Roy escaped earlier. It swiftly caused that mineshaft to collapse.

Ah, so more like Rayquaza than the gentle Arboliva then. Got it.

“Guess I made it mad,” he uttered, smirking nervously. While Friede enjoyed battling against strong opponents, even he knew better than to contend with multiple enemies at once. At least between the two in front of him, one could be reasoned with. Hopefully.

“Hey! Temporary truce?” Friede spoke to the still frozen Amethio. That snapped the teen out of whatever trance he’d been in.

“What? Why–”

“Look out! Flamethrower!” Friede ordered, to which his Charizard readily fired off another stream of flames towards the wave of dark purple energy targeting Amethio and Ceruledge. Chillingly, the Flamethrower passed through it so nothing stopped the attack from hitting Trainer and Pokemon head on.

“Amethio! Charizard, go up close and use Dragon Claw!”

With a mighty flap of his wings, Charizard surged upwards with gleaming orange claws, rearing them back before striking at the furious Pokemon.

In the meantime, Friede rushed towards Amethio and Ceruledge. Both of them were flat on the ground, looking like they were struggling to get up. He didn’t spot any immediate visible wounds but their actions indicated that something was wrong still.

“What’s wrong? Where are you hurt?”

“Ngh… it’s like all my energy’s been sapped,” Amethio replied through gritted teeth. He had pushed himself onto his elbows, looking past Friede to stare at the Moltres currently engaged in an aerial battle with Charizard.

An attack that sapped away at one’s stamina? If Friede looked closely, both Amethio and Ceruledge breathed out what appeared to be black wisps. Through his extensive knowledge of Pokemon and their moves, he was genuinely at a lost. He’d never seen an attack–outside of Ghost-type moves–that didn’t directly harm the user but drained their energy before.

Charizard’s roar drew Friede’s attention to his flier. He saw Charizard swooped out of the way from that odd attack again but within the enclosed area, his room to fly around was pretty limited. The moment that Moltres get a good solid hit in, it was over.

Friede swiftly checked his surroundings. Aside from the mineshaft that the kids emerged from and the one that collapsed behind him, there was one more that he vaguely recall Amethio coming out from. While he wasn’t keen on entering deeper into the mines, their priority right now was to get away.

A small part of him bemoaned the loss of fighting against such a strong opponent but he couldn’t be selfish here. Not when he needed to get Amethio towards safety. He might be someone who stood against him but he too was painfully mortal, just like Friede was. It didn’t matter that they were enemies once that Moltres got its fury filled talons on their squishy bodies.

“Right, we’re gonna head there. Return your Ceruledge and see if you can hold on,” Friede instructed, already in the process of looping one of Amethio’s arms across his shoulders.

“What are you–let go of me!” Right, why would this guy make things easy for him?

“Now’s not the time! Unless you want to take your chances with that thing, we’re getting out of here!” Friede hissed back, losing all traces of his playfully serious mood. From the corner of his eye, he saw how Charizard collided with the stone wall from one of its Air Slashes. His partner wouldn’t last that much longer.

Thankfully, Amethio finally took the hint. After returning Ceruledge, he quieted down even if Friede sensed the disgruntled air coming from him once he pulled the skinny teen to his feet, one of his arms looped around the other’s waist. Amethio did not walk unsteadily but it still took effort for Friede to support him without them swerving from the straight path towards the open mineshaft.

Just as they reached it, a loud screech halted them. Friede risked a look behind, feeling his heart drop to his stomach upon seeing his downed Charizard. Now the Moltres had its furious sights on them again.

It curled its wings in, gaining an ominous sheen to it before the Moltres released another wave of Air Slashes towards them. Friede didn’t think much when he shoved Amethio inside the mineshaft while he rolled to the side. His ankle screamed at him when he scrambled to his feet, nearly buckling underneath his weight. The slashes barely missed him, though the ones that did connect started to cause the entrance to crumble.

If he was to get stuck in here and get ripped to shreds, Friede wanted to at least return his Charizard to spare it that gruesome fate.

Just as he raised his Pokeball to return Charizard, a purplish figure dashed out of the slowly collapsing entrance. Friede heard a call for “Phantom Force!” over the Moltres’s screech and the sound of his partner now safe in its Pokeball.

Friede spotted Ceruledge emerging from its portal to slash at Moltres from above, effectively drawing its attention that he could stumble his way to the mineshaft, pushing through the fire that surged from his ankle. He just about avoid a fallen support beam, then fell past Amethio who quickly returned his Ceruledge.

Another loud screech, then the entrance really started collapsing in earnest. Friede instinctively curled into a ball, arms going up to protect his head as earth and stone fell around him. After what felt like forever, it finally stopped.

It was quiet, the only sounds were his labored breaths, and the occasional creak of the settling wreckage. Friede tried to breathe slowly, to calm the rising panic within his chest but all he got was a mouthful of dust. He coughed and wished he had something to wash out the film lining his teeth.

Once his lungs settled down, Friede remembered that he wasn’t alone.

“You alive?”

“Unfortunately,” Amethio grumbled his response, coming somewhere from his left with a pain laced voice. Friede pushed himself up onto his elbows and tried to squint at the other through his still adjusting vision. He couldn’t see any visible wounds aside from the gash that sluggishly bled from Amethio’s forehead. At the very least it looked like he could move normally again.

Pushing through the sharp spike that came from his left leg, Friede army crawled a few feet away from the pile of rubble that temporarily separated them from that dangerous Pokemon still screeching in anger. Once he neared a tarp covered box, he used it as leverage to pull himself up into a sitting position, gasping from both exertion and pain.

With his legs spread out in front of him, Friede knew his left ankle was at least twisted, at worst outright broken. He supposed no good deed goes unpunished.

“Why did you do that?” As if sensing his thoughts, Amethio hissed out. In the dim lighting, Friede just about made out his angry, somewhat confused scowl. “We would’ve made it. You foolishly got yourself hurt because you tried to play the hero.”

“A thank you would’ve been nice,” Friede replied, sporting a wry grin. He released a slow breath afterwards. “But to answer your question, don’t know. Body just reacted.”

He truly didn’t have an answer for it. Friede saw danger and his first reaction was to keep Amethio out of harm’s way. He’d likely do that for anyone, really. That was just his nature; to fiercely guard and protect those around him, which apparently included Amethio at that moment.

For a bit, no words passed between them. His silence was based on breathing through the pain while Amethio’s appeared cold, maybe contemplative even. The screeching had stopped for the time being so that Moltres probably gave up. Hopefully. Friede wondered if its rage would prompt it to cause the entire mine to collapse.

“...where are you hurt?” Amethio’s question caught him by surprise. Friede fought to mask it, instead raising an eyebrow at the cool gaze settling upon him.

“Left ankle. Probably twisted it,” he replied. Friede instinctively tensed up at Amethio’s approach, hand twitching to the Pokeball that held his injured Charizard. To his continued surprise, the teen crouched in front of his stretched out legs.

“Hey, watch it!” Friede yelped at the initial touch on his boot, the slight jostle causing a flare up of pain. Amethio briefly paused, then continued to ease his boot out in a gentler manner. He didn’t think the other had it in him to be mindful honestly.

Friede gritted his teeth through the careful probing. Even he could tell it felt swollen and tender, nevermind the pain that sparked up from the affected area.

“This needs a splint,” Amethio spoke up after several minutes of silence. He stood up from his crouched position, making a brief sweep of his surroundings. “Those broken beams over there should suffice for now. The only thing left is some kind of cloth to wrap them around your leg and keep them in place.”

Friede considered Amethio’s words. He didn’t expect this level of cooperation but he supposed desperate times called for desperate measures. He shouldn’t look a gift Rapidash in the mouth so he dipped a hand into his pocket, pulling out a small pocket knife.

“Here. Should be able to use this to cut strips from the tarp covering this box. You’d have an easier time doing it than me right now,” he explained, handing the item to Amethio.

Amethio didn’t reach out to grab it, not at first. Friede found himself at the other end of a slightly incredulous gaze.

“What? My arm’s getting sore.”

“You’d hand me a blade that I can point at you?”

Well, considering their usual dynamics, Friede supposed he understood his confusion. He wasn’t too keen about it himself but he banked on what he knew of Amethio’s character from the various times they clashed.

“I mean, I don’t think you’re the sort who’d stab a guy when he’s down. Too easy of a win for you, no?”

For a moment, Friede wondered if he messed up at the sudden shift in Amethio’s expression. He looked downright annoyed now, his right eye twitching ever so slightly. Did he incite the teen to actually stab him?

Before Friede could store away the knife, Amethio swiped it from his grasp. He sidestepped him to yank at the tarp, pulling it off the box.

“Hold onto this corner and keep it taut,” Amethio all but ordered. Deciding to not push his luck, Friede did as he was told. Soon, they had various haphazard strips that should fit their purposes.

Amethio dropped the knife by Friede’s side instead of nicely handing it back to him. A tad rude but hey, definitely better than fending himself off from angry stabs. Amethio soon returned to his side with a couple of broken support beams, roughly in the size they needed to make a temporary splint.

Friede remained still while Amethio set about in placing the planks on both sides of his left leg. He sort of tuned out the entire process, mostly thinking about where Amethio got this knowledge from. Did he get injured often? As strong as Amethio was in battles, Friede was aware that he didn’t look that much older than Liko and Roy.

Why was someone as young as him a part of the Explorers? He’d entertain that thought from time to time, admittedly. Whose orders did he follow that he’d chase them from Kanto? Friede was certain that he faced off a different Explorer back in Paldea. It just wasn’t Amethio’s style to resort to trickery and subterfuge. He could have easily went after Liko and Roy when they were separated from him instead of opting to battle.

“...there. How does that feel?” Amethio’s question drew him back to the present. Friede blinked, eyes glancing down at the makeshift splint.

“Doesn’t feel too tight. Thanks,” he replied after carefully moving his leg. That should help keep his leg stabilized until he gets his ankle properly treated.

Friede leaned back against the box, took a few deep breaths before looking up at Amethio's quiet gaze. He extended a hand towards the other. "Help me up? Don't know about you but I'd like to find a way out of here."

Amethio eyed his hand like it was something foul but he did grasp it. After a bit of awkward maneuvering, Friede got to his feet, putting minimal pressure on his bad ankle by leaning his weight against Amethio. Instead of shoving him off, the teen simply mimicked his earlier position by wrapping an arm around his waist while one of Friede's arms was draped across Amethio's shoulders.

"Guess our only choice is to go down there and hope it'll lead to an exit," Friede stated, vaguely gesturing to the path that wasn't blocked off by debris and rubble.

"It'll lead to an open chamber with multiple paths. One of them is an exit," Amethio replied, already making the first move to get him walking.

"Huh." Friede would've asked where his confidence came from but then he recalled Amethio coming out from this tunnel earlier. He couldn't help but wonder for just how long the Explorers kept an eye on them. The very moment they landed in Galar? Friede wanted to keep a low profile by traveling on foot but that seemed to be a bust since Amethio found him all the way here.

Initially, it took them a few tries to find a way where the height difference and Friede's awkward gait didn't impede their pace. Once they found a rhythm, thus began a slow yet steady walk down the mostly dim tunnel. His eyes had since adjusted, and after a few minutes, he spotted a pinprick of light in the distance.

"Oh good, looks like we're close. Usually people say 'don't go into the light!' but in our case, it's a blessing, yeah?" Friede chattered on, having done so for the past minute since he didn't like how the silence settled on his skin.

"A head injury would be preferable if it gets you to shut up." Amethio didn't give him a response before but it seemed that he was really getting on his nerves now.

"Oof, a lil' harsh." There might be a hint of a pout to his voice but Friede got the message. He didn't know whether Amethio was above just dropping him like a sack of potatoes so he kept his mouth shut until their claustrophobic surroundings opened up to a larger chamber.

It looked similar to the one they were fighting in before with the same tunnels that led to who knows where. Amethio led them down to the leftmost one, presumably the mineshaft he came in from before.

Friede couldn't tell how much time had passed. His entire body slowly became one giant ache as he hobbled along, hating the stiffness from the makeshift splint. The edges rubbed against his leg in a way that was noticeable even through the fabric of his trousers. He kept reminding himself that this was necessary even if he wanted nothing more than to get it off.

Had he been a lesser person, seeing the light at the end of this tunnel would've reduced him to tears. At last, fresh air once they properly exited the mines. Friede wasn't the claustrophobic sort usually but seeing greenery and open space around him, not to mention breathing in dust free air nearly made him crash in relief.

Amethio led him to a nearby tree. Once Friede had a hand on the trunk, the teen swiftly released him like he couldn't stand being pressed close for even a second longer. He watched Amethio dust himself off, futile as it was. Both of them looked like they just crawled out of the ground.

"Don't forget to get that treated," Friede found himself speaking up, tipping his head at the now dried blood that caked Amethio's upper brow.

He received a blank stare for that. "Duly noted. Take your own unwanted advice."

Well, he supposed that since they were free, all false niceties were off the table. Not that Amethio put much effort in keeping his disdain hidden. They had to work together under unexpected circumstances. Now that the threat no longer loomed over their heads, they returned to their previous dynamic of being enemies.

"I'd love to continue our previous battle but–take a rain check for it, yeah? Promise I'll give it everything I got next time."

There will be a next time. So long as Amethio chased after the pendant, they will inevitably clash. Such was the nature for them who stood on opposite ends.

(Sometimes Friede did wonder how it'd be like if Amethio had been an ally instead. Perhaps they'd get along better, or maybe even be friends).

Amethio didn't respond. Instead, he turned around and released his Corviknight.

"Huh, forgot you had that mon," Friede mused. Seeing their fiery opponent (both figuratively and literally), he supposed Amethio didn't want to pit his Steel-type against it earlier.

Friede watched as the teen swiftly got onto his Corviknight. Before his flier took off, Amethio briefly glanced back at him.

"Prepare yourself," was all he said prior to the Corviknight becoming airborne. Friede stared at the pair until they flew out of sight.

With a deep sigh, he allowed his shoulders to slump. Exhaustion and pain weighed him down in different measures. He made a quick swipe at his face, took in a measuring breath before releasing his Charizard.

His partner was quick to growl its worry. The time spent in its Pokeball allowed the Fire-type a bit of recovery room but they wouldn't be winning any battles until Charizard got properly treated.

"Hey, sorry for worrying you. I'm fine–well, I will be," Friede quickly amended at Charizard's pointed look to his makeshift splint. He gave his starter a few good scratches underneath his chin.

"Do you think you can give me a lift back to Motostoke? I think the kids would bring Cap there. Just take it nice and easy."

Charizard easily accepted his request. It turned around and lowered itself to the ground, much more than usual to compensate for Friede's current state. He winced from all the jostling but soon, he sat as comfortably as he could on Charizard's back.

Slowly, as if testing his wings, Charizard gave a few flaps. It became stronger, and then they were airborne.

As Friede settled down during their slow flight back to Motostoke, his mind went back to the Moltres back in the mines. Seeing that it was likely connected to the Lucius, they very well couldn't leave it alone. Liko and Roy wouldn't want to leave a mystery like this unsolved, nor did he.

Well Friede didn't plan on facing it unprepared. He might come back on crutches but he was determined to have the upper hand next time. He fished out his Rotom Phone, dialing a number until it connected.

"Friede? What is it?"

"Hey Dot. So, long story short, I need your help in looking into something for me…"

#Pokemon Horizons #Pokeani #Anipoke #Professor Friede #Amethio (Pokemon)#Hana writes stuff #I think they should be frenemies at some point

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edgeoflight · 8 months

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Fic Authors Self Rec Meme

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

I've seen this going around, most recently from @elfscribe. I cannot choose five, so I chose ten eleven! Listed at random. I love all my children equally, but these ones possibly more equally than the others.

The Temple of Eternal Hope Rated E. Hua Cheng/Xie Lian, Heaven Official's Blessing aka Tian Guan Ci Fu. . Caught in the rain, Xie Lian, wandering the mortal realm for over six hundred years, comes across a temple with a name he cannot read: a temple to himself. But who would build such a thing, and why?

The Amplitude of Time Rated T. Gen focused on time-travelling Maglor, Silmarillion. Maglor has one chance to put everything right again, and he's going to take it.

The Fishy Excuse Rated E. Elladan/Elrohir, Lord of the Rings. Elladan and Elrohir are out on patrol when one of them is wounded. They must decide whether to go home and risk discovery of their relationship, or brave it in the Wild.

The Feast of Unity Rated G. Focus on original characters, Silmarillion. Young baker and cake artist Fandal, who works in the kitchens of the Royal Palace, sparks up a romance with his friend Aramiuel, one of the King’s Callers. About the same time, he is entrusted with a secret commission for the upcoming Feast of Unity, where King Finwë will attempt to halt the rivalry between his two eldest sons with a surprise announcement. Will Finwë succeed? Will Fandal and his team work miracles in cake form? And will Fandal win his lady-love’s heart?

Right Where You Are Rated E. Daeron/Maglor, Silmarillion. Early in the First Age, two musicians meet and almost immediately find that they are perfect partners in every way. Thousands of years later, Maglor wanders far east and south into tropical lands, chasing the rumour of a musician who sings beside dark blue waters at the eastern edges of the earth. He knows who this must be, and in truth has never been able to shake off the memory of the one musician who could truly match him — Daeron of Doriath. But what will happen when he finally catches up? Can there truly be happiness for people such as they have become?

Ten Thousand Years of Love Rated E. Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu, Word of Honor. Eight anniversaries in the first ten thousand years of Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu's life together, from new life to new adventures, with loss and grief and change along the way.

Fire In A Flask Rated E. Feanor/Fingolfin, Silmarillion. On a journey into the dark woods of Yavanna's experiments, Fëanor and Fingolfin thoroughly ruin a blanket.

The Great-Great-Grandmother Paradox Rated E. Arwen from LOTR/Luthien from the Silmarillion. Arwen, about the year 1000 of the Third Age, is sent back to the Years of the Stars, in Neldoreth, in Beleriand, and there meets her great-great-grandmother, Lúthien.

Loopholes and Choices Rated T. Gen focusing on Feanor & his sons, Silmarillion. Fëanor and his sons come up with the wording of the Oath in a family meeting.

Hope Is A Four-Letter Word Rated E. Maedhros/Fingon/Hurin, Silmarillion. Húrin spends a rather important evening with Fingon and Maedhros.

Truce of the Space Games Rated G. Amyntas & Leon, Truce of the Games by Rosemary Sutcliff. Space AU! Amyntas and Leon, in a different setting, in the same Games, in the same war.

I nominate anyone who wants to do it, but also: @naryaflame, @spiced-wine-fic, @arofili, @havisham, and @brazenbells!

#silmarillion #hualian #wenzhou #rosemary sutcliff #lord of the rings

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noa-ciharu · 1 year

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we need trc!fuukam with kiss meme 9👀 thank you❤️❤️

I died when I saw which prompt that is

9 - kiss in public

"Kamui calm down, I'm sure - woah"

In last moment Fuuma shifted to left and avoided potentially fatal slash to chest. He didn't have time to catch his breath because Kamui attacked again; and again.

"With likes of you, there's no negotiation without ulterior motives", Kamui hissed once he finally halted in place. Nails were still extended, Fuuma had no doubts this was just calm before yet another storm.

"Oh, has the show ended Sorata-san?", someone asked from the crowd. Judging by voice probably Yuzuriha.

"Maybe, but I hope not!"

Ah, they became source of entertainment once again, didn't they? Fuuma stole a glance to the right, then swiftly swirled head to the left. Both his and Kamui's side were observing them, even chuckling slightly (to be fair, mostly his crew as Kamui's more struck as 'not this again'). Fuuma didn't mind the attention one bit, let it be. Just it was tale telling that whenever two groups crossed parts him and Kamui were only ones to get into direct physical confrontation.

Oh well, not like source behind that enigma wasn't evident. Of course it has to do with physical attraction; of course he'd risk injuries if just to feel Kamui in his arms for a split second.

Kamui dropped cape to the ground and got into defense stance. Fuuma let eyes roam over Kamui's body before returning them to his face. Miffed and serious like that, he appeared more adorable than intimidating.

"Cute" - Fuuma heard himself vocalize inner appreciation before his mind could even process whether that was good idea.

Not a second after Kamui lunged right at him.

Someone whistled in background. Someone shouted to be careful. Whether that applied to him or Kamui, Fuuma couldn't tell. Mischevious smirk crept up his face as impulsive idea struck.

Kamui's hand flew mere centimeters away from his head. Call it tempting fate or being a daredevil, instead of retreating into safety Fuuma grabbed Kamui's hand. Before Kamui had chance to react Fuuma seized him by waist and swirled around. Then leaned down and sealed lips over his.

Two thoughs flashed through Fuuma's mind.

Oh shit, this is how I'll die.

Due to startlement Kamui opened his lips. Fuuma took advantage of that and pushed tongue inside. Kamui's eyes flew wide open, soft moan got muffled into contact. Fuuma tightened the hold, shifted head to left for better contact and kissed with more fervor. If this is how he'll die then so be it. Leastwise he'd die as a happy man.

But damn should I have done this sooner.

Surprisingly Kamui's lips were soft. Fuuma realized immediately he could get addicted to his taste, to feeling of holding this particular person in his arms. Squeaks and gasps could be heard in background but Fuuma paid them no head. He knew this sweetness was on borrowed time, that once Kamui regained consciousness this moment would shatter. Of course epilogue would be inevitable.

Fuuma took a moment to slide tongue over roof of Kamui's mouth; then swiftly glide them over fangs before nibbling on upper lip. Added a grope or two to the mix and -

Ouch.

Pain was so sharp it took him a second to conclude it was localized. Fuuma felt himself topple backward; somehow managed to slide backwards and raise up somewhat gracefully. He raised hand to cheek, then lowered and noticed it was full of blood. Looks like Kamui scratched him over cheek rather ferociously, from such close proximity to the boot. Oh well, not to say it was undeserved, he was playing with fire.

"You bastard!", Kamui hissed from distance. Boos and whistles could be discerned from background but scorching pain didn't allow Fuuma to concentrate on those; nor on consequences of his actions. Hopeful scar won't be left behind.

"Be grateful I didn't plunge your eyes out!"

Fuuma managed to push past some of pain and raised head up. Kamui stood dozen meters away from him, frozen in place. Yet even from distance Fuuma could see how red his face was. Kamui had one arm extended in front of his frame, blood coagulating on nails; other was covering his mouth, presumably out of embarrassment. Far from self-assured and collected persona he appeared to be, being flustered like that Kamui held more resemblance to a high schooler whose first kiss was stolen then centuries old vampire.

Wait.

No way...

Was it really possible that was Kamui's first kiss?

Cheeky smile reached lips. If it weren't for pain Fuuma certainly would have teased Kamui more and demanded an answer. Better to not knock at devil's door, he may eventually answer. No good if Kamui attacked him now when he was defenseless.

"First huh", Fuuma couldn't help murmuring under breath.

Being humans (and still in awe over what had happened), neither of their crews heard him. Being a vampire with heightened senses, Kamui irrefutably did. Hence he blushed even brighter red and even pouted. But Kamui was looking anywhere but at his face.

Adorable.

Once in lifetime chance to see Kamui like that. Maybe scratches and bruises were worth it, Fuuma realized.

#thanks for prompt #Fuuma got scratched by a feral cat #but that was price he had to pay #tsubasa chronicle #fuukam #kamui shirou #fuuma monou

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morganaspendragonss · 8 months

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fic stats meme

no-one tagged me but i saw @reyesstrand doing it and fancied a bit of cheeky self-promo as i come back to tumblr

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words

like maddie, i'm also going to be excluding one-shot collections

most hits: i'd catch you if you fall (game of thrones/asoiaf, gendrya)

Just over a week after Gendry arrives in Storm's End, a girl he thought he'd never see again rides up to his gates astride a white horse. He almost can't believe what he's seeing, but then her eyes meet his and he knows that she is real. or gendry and arya will always find each other

second third most kudos (because second is the above fic): fall apart when it hurts too much (911 lone star, tarlos)

It's the smallest thing that breaks him, in the end. Ever since the fire, Carlos has been trying to keep a lid on everything, trying not to shatter even though he's been on the verge for hours now. He makes it to the shower, desperate to scrub the stench of smoke from his body, and then he just— He drops the soap.

third second most comments (because somehow third is the got fic AGAIN): quédate un segundo más (911 lone star, tarlos)

A visit to the doctor and crushing results bring TK's world to a screeching halt. He can feel the weight of the day pressing down on him, threatening to suffocate him, and when Carlos gets back from his shift, well. All it takes is one look at his smile for TK to fall apart.

fourth most bookmarks: tick-tock goes the clock (911 lone star, tarlos)

One second, one step, one look can change everything. A conversation that Carlos and TK haven't had, a miscalculation by Owen and a step in the wrong place make the world they all know explode. After saving the brothers in the minefield, it’s time to turn back. But a simple mistake leads to devastating consequences as the ground explodes beneath their feet. Then it's all smoke and noise.

fifth most words: i see darkness where you see light (911 lone star, tarlos)

A sudden commotion explodes from the sidelines as a man, eyes wild and face purple with rage, fixes his gaze on TK and his patient, and sets off running. The patient in the rig pales and shrinks back, but TK steps in front of him, shielding him with his own body. His hands are raised as if to placate the man, but there’s no stopping him now, the liquid already flying through the air, and Tommy realises what’s going to happen a split second before it does. But she’s too far away to do anything but watch as the acid hits TK and he drops to the ground, screaming and clawing at his own face.

least words: pieces of me (supernatural, gen)

Sam has lost count of the amount of times Death has come for him.

just going to do a blanket tag for anyone who sees this and wants to take part 😊

#tag game #writing stuff

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limabeans-babies-forthewin · 5 months

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Interdimensional Crisis Pt. 1

So, I know I said I'm still working on a ROTTMNT fic with this character, and it's still true. BUUUT i also said I'd post shorter fics here, so here we are.

If you don't know who Duck is, here's their intro post. But I have a few bits of fic for a crossover between them and The Last Ronin, so I'm going to write those out and put them here. I'll put the first part under the cut and update as I finish the bits. No promises on a totally legit plot, but I do have some clear moments I want to get to.

If you like Duck and wanna see more of them in the Rise!verse (aka, their home universe), check out their fic in the intro post!

It feels like every part of their body was taken apart, lit on fire, reassembled, then lit on again.

It feels like they’ve been dunked in freezing cold water and left there.

It feels like someone tied weights to their eyelids, sewn their jaw shut, and encased their limbs in cement.

It feels like they can’t breathe even though their lungs seem do so without prompting.

It feels like their eyes are going to start bleeding when they finally crack them open.

It also feels like they got hit really hard, but that’s par for the course of how they feel overall.

A groan pushes from their lips and it reverberates through their hearing aids and doesn’t help the headache they’ve formed. Possibly from being hit really hard.

“Ah,” a new voice says as Duck lifts a heavy arm to rub their temples. “You’re up now.”

They groan again. Yeah, whatever else happened, they definitely got hit. Hard. In the head.

“I didn’t hit you that hard,” the same voice says impatiently. “Get up.”

“’m frag’le. . .” they grumble. Their tongue feels like lead and their mouth is impossibly dry, so they doubt they’re intelligible. They cough to bring some relief to their parched throat and repeat the phrase. “I’m fragile,” the repeat again. “And you hit really. . .” They blink and crane their head (their neck throbs in pain) to try and see who’s talking. “You hit me?”

“Of course I hit you,” the shadow says back. “You were freaking out.”

They blink and shift their attention over, rolling their head to the side to see if they can. . . Well, see anything.

They’re on a bridge. How and why? They don’t know. But their heart lurches when they realize how high they are and their stomach flips when they realize how dangerous the situation is. Slowly, achingly slowly, they push up to sit and finds themself on the highest point of what they assume is the Manhattan Bridge given the rush of traffic below and the almost familiar cities it connects.

Almost is the key word there.

“Hitting isn’t a great way to get someone to stop freaking out,” they say hesitantly as they wobble and hold their head. “In fact, I know I’m even more freaked out.”

“That just sounds like a you problem.”

The shadows behind them speak and they twist to hopefully see who’s talking, but they only catch a flash of white eyes before the shadows swallow them.

They can’t help but feel like that meme about the boy in the bus in danger. Donnie would skin them for that explanation, but their mind seems to have finally ground to a halt from the combination of dread and pain. Their hands start to shake.

“Who are you?” the voice asks. Again behind them. They can’t turn around again. “How did you find me?”

They swallow thickly. “I’m. . .Duck.”

"That’s not a real name.”

“It is. I swear. It’s mine. I’m Duck.”

The voice remains silent. Waiting.

Duck clears their throat to keep the waver out. “And to answer your question. . .” They laugh nervously. “I honestly wasn’t looking for you. I just. . .ended up here.”

Something large and heavy lands behind them and Duck’s entire body goes rigid. “That’s a helluva story,” the voice says. “Why don’t you try telling it for real.”

Before, the voice was slightly muffled as if being blocked by something or deliberately hidden. Now, it’s crystal clear. He’s standing right behind them.

Duck swallows thickly. “N-not really a story,” they say. “Just. . . The truth?”

“Uh huh. Wanna try saying that to my face?”

“Not really?”

“Too bad.”

Their body is stiff, but it does eventually respond to the demand, slowly ticking their way back to facing forward.

The turtle in front of them is at least six feet tall, clad in all black and glares down at them with his third eyelid closed to hide the color of his eyes. His fist are tight around a pair of sai, but Duck can also see the twin katana over his left shoulder, the bo staff on his right, and the nunchaku hooked on his belt. The fact that his mask is also black isn’t helpful in determining who exactly this one is, but the fact his first choice of weapon is the sai makes them pause.

“Raph?”

It’s the turtle’s turn to stiffen. Though it becomes alarmingly clear that his tension comes from anger rather than fear like Duck’s. He shoves one of the sai back into his belt and storms forward, snatching Duck up by the front of their hoodie and holding them to dangle over the edge of the bridge.

Panic. Blinding panic. They can’t hear anything over the sound of their heartbeat pounding in their ears. Their hand clamps down around the turtle’s wrist and they keep their eyes firmly on his to keep themself from looking at the long drop below.

He shakes them violently and pulls them from their fear. “Where did you hear that name!?”

Did he ask them that already? Duck can’t remember. They don’t want to see the limits of his patience.

“I know you!”

He freezes again.

“W-well, a version of you,” they clarify quickly. “I-I-I think I’m having a. . .” How does he even describe this? “Interdimensional crisis?” Close enough.

The turtle shakes them again. “Explain.”

Duck tightens their grip on his wrist, specifically clinging to the leather jacket he wears since it’s easier to hold. “Do-Donnie! He-he did. . .Some science shit! I don’t know! I’m not smart! Next thing I know, everything hurts and I’m here!”

There’s another tense silence between them, this one heavy with the weight of the turtle debating the truthfulness of their words. Duck trembles in his hold but his arm remains steady. They’ve always been lighter than even the smallest mutants they’ve come across, but at least a majority of people do have some strain while holding them. Mostly because they’re struggling if the person is unfamiliar, but still. This turtle simply holds them up with one arm as if they were an inconveniently shaped pillow.

Apparently the answer he comes to is sufficient enough to get him to set them down safely and take a step or two backwards. They’re still as close to the edge as they can be, and they’re glad to have their feet back on the ground. They try not to think about the fact they’re still close enough for him to shove, but it’s really hard not to glance at the plunge.

“I suppose the sounds like something Donnie would do,” he mumbles. His tone is softer, but not entirely forgiving, and he still doesn’t relax the glare he levels on them. “Fine. I’ll buy it for now.”

Part of the knot unwinds in Duck’s core. And it relaxes even further when the turtle steps back again and sits on his heels, motioning for Duck to do the same.

“Now, then,” he says as Duck carefully sits down and crosses their legs under them. “You were saying you were having an interdimensional crisis. . .”

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