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fnf-amateur-writing · 3 years

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Hey! It’s Fox again! How are you doing? I just started school back up today, so I’ve been busy Xp.

Think you would be cool with writing some Pico with an s/o who is a writer, and tends to ask him about things like “hey, how long does it take someone to bleed out” or other things like that?

I understand if you don’t feel like it, and I hope you’re having fun 😊

🦊

Hello again Fox, I'm doing quite well rn. I'm cool with your prompt, especially since I need more writing material anyways.

Took me a while, because I didn't want to do a hc, but rather come up with a oneshot with a little twist to the style. Well, hope it works well.

Good luck with school, mate!

TW: Mentions of violence, swearing, slight sexual reference, and crime.

Pico with a writer S/O who asks him strange questions

Prologue:

On a chilly autumn morning, you were sitting out on your patio with a laptop and a mug of your favourite beverage next to you. Whenever you looked up, you could see the warm coloured leaves fall as the breeze accompanied you. The whole scene was an aesthetic.

When your boyfriend, Pico, came outside to see this, he knew that the nice environment you surrounded yourself with meant one thing. "You're back in your writing space already. Heh, with that bestseller you published, I thought you were comfy taking a break." You simply smiled and said, "can't waste the inspiration rush I got right now."

Pico had a good point though, with your rising popularity as an author, you were near set to retire before turning fourty. But you wish you weren't given all of the credit, since your boyfriend's stories of his dodgy job has occasionally sparked some ideas for your stories. However the books you wrote in the past were usually meant for the young adult and had few mature themes. This time, you thought maybe it's time to garner extra inspiration from those stories.

You were met with some disappointment when you realised that your mug was empty, only a drop entering your mouth. "Here, babe, I'll ya some more," Pico said, taking your mug and walking inside. "Quick question," you stopped him. "Yeah?"

"What would be the best place for a murder cemetery?"

"... What?"

Chapter 1:

"So you're doing some story about the police hunting down a mass murderer?"

"Pretty much."

"And to think you were gonna write Pixar's next script. Aight' I respect that." Pico takes a seat next to you with a refill of your drink placed next to your favourite writing laptop. "Thanks, Pico. But yeah, I want to branch out to something edgier, and I think you can help too."

"Let me show you what I've got so far." You showed him some of your notes in a little notepad document, detailing the story thus far and your current plans for this chapter. "Oh, that's it? Just looks like boring police preparation mainly," Pico commented. "Yeah, it's not much right now. But it'll get juicy later." "And bloody?" "And bloody."

"Welp, I'm gonna head back in," Pico got up, "let me know if you need anything." He head back inside, closing the door, but then opened it almost immediately afterwards. Pico stuck his head out, "by the way, the guy should use some strong alcohol or something to throw off those sniffer dogs."

Chapter 2:

"And then, because they used a silencer, the police don't immediately notice the--"

"Nope! I'm calling bullshit (Y/N)!" Pico had suddenly interrupted your explanation of the scene you were currently working on. "Silencers can help prevent some hearing loss, sure, but they're not magic."

"Alright," you reply, "no silencer, but the killer still has to kill in a way to not get blood on them, so I thought shooting and killing them from a distance would work." "Well, they're alone. Instead, have the guy get shanked in the neck or something, and have the killer use a plastic bag as a glove. It saved my ass one time."

"Woah!" you exclaimed with a giggle, "you used a knife once? What happened to my trigger happy boyfriend, huh? That's pretty sus."

"I forgot to reload the Uzis, alright?"

"What an impostor would say."

Chapter 3:

"What would be the best way to muffle the scream of someone you kidnapped?"

You two were sitting on the couch together watching a show. You didn't have your laptop on you, so Pico didn't expect you to still be thinking about that book. "I can't say from experience, really," he said as he paused the show. "However, shove a rag in their mouth and duct tape it in, and you should be good."

"Thanks Pico, also one more thing." "Yeah?" "What if our killer also wanted to..." God, this one was gonna be awkward, but you had to say it or else no help. "You know, cut off this victim's willy. How would you do that?"

"Wai-wha-uh-ga," Pico started fumbling his words like never before. He stopped, then took a deep breath. "YO, WHAT THE FUCK?!" "It'll make sense in the story later, I promise!" You watch Pico begin to lose it, breaking into laughter. "Ladies, gentlemen, and others," Pico dramatically stood up, pulling a little Showcaster impression and directing his arms towards you, "my famous 'young' adult novelist partner!"

Chapter 4:

It was in the dead of night, but you awoke to Pico on his phone. His vpn was on and Tor was up. As per usual, he was checking up on his little hitman service, where others could request for a certain someone's guts to fly if they paid him a hefty sum first. Though tired, you ound this to be the best time to ask him some more questions.

"Pico, how do those sites work?"

"Oh, you're awake," Pico blankly stated, sleepy too. But he still answered you. "Basically, some anonymous rich guys in the area give me money and a target, then I just do the thing and send a mission accomplished email." "Do they pay you in person?" "Nah, we use always use Bitcoin. It's a lot harder to trace than real money."

"Thanks Pico. Goodnight," you wish him, yawning and going back to sleep. "You too... So this guy is a hit man too?" "Hush. Tomorrow." "Okay." Pico puts his phone away, leaving it on a nightstand. You then spoon the night away, peacefully thinking of murder as you drifted off.

Chapter 5:

On a morning similar to before, you two sat on the patio with your drinks and laptop at the ready. Pico watched rather awkwardly as you typed away, wondering why you haven't entertained him with another question yet.

"You gonna ask anything else?" "What? Oh, nah," you plainly state. Inevitable, sure, but he was kind of saddened. He liked being able to share his messed up wisdom. "So, you're done?" "Almost." You turn to look at him, "want the spoilers?" Pico smiled, "sure thing."

In the novella you and Pico crafted together, the main character is a cop who hunts down a killer. They eventually notice that there would be two murders at a time for unknown reasons. Well, it was unknown until one victim had left up a dark web hit man for hire site. They that the hit man not only kills the target, but the client as a hidden price for the service.

And any request will be fulfilled, according to the hit man's site.

"Do they catch 'em?" Pico asked. "Well, ANY request is granted. So, if our hero were to... hire him to kill himself..."

"No way!"

"He did. They find both of their bodies in his bedroom."

Pico was a bit impressed with the ending you came up with, but then he remembered something. "Why did that guy get his thing cut off?" "Lol, I forgot," you giggled. "He sent a message to the hit man, saying he wishes the target would choke on his dick."

"That's my favourite part."

Epilogue:

After everything was finished up, you sent the book off to your editor. After the initial joy of knowing how the story ended, you saw that Pico was still in thought. "What's up with you?" "Oh nothing, well it's just... I'm probably just biased, being that I'm a bit of a hitman myself, but it's kind of sad to see the guy go."

"Then I should spoil the epilogue I came up with." Rather than being excited, Pico nervously asked, "what's an epilogue?" He didn't get an answer, only you staring at him. "Sorry, school held too many bad memories for me to pay attention."

"Anyways," you continue, "the rest of the police gang did some background checks, and find that our killer was a normal guy with no criminal history."

"Penilian?"

"No. But I did decide to take a more supernatural approach here. Somewhere across the country, another string of double homicides occur and that site is active once more. And the story kind of repeats itself."

"Penilian."

"You joker," you give him a playful little kiss on the cheek, one that definitely caught him off guard. "So is it canon?" Pico smirked. "Nah, just thanking you for being my cute little co-author." "Oh," Pico started, "so we're flirtin' now, huh. Come here babe!" He tackled you onto the ground, giving you several kisses in exchange.

"Actually, I think we call that 'making out'," you chuckle out, flustered. "But that doesn't mean I said stop'!" You pull him in for more, accidentally bonking your heads together rather painfully. "Nice double kill there, (Y/N)."

#fnf x reader #fnf imagines #pico x reader #fnf pico

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selenacosmic · 4 years

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An actor MC who hears a line from her script that coincidentally what the warlord said, and so she reflexively continues with her own line (it could be anything lmao, just make it up completely and it'll be okay) with Yuki, Sasuke, Hideyoshi, Motonari and Mitsunari. If it's too complicated or anything, feel free to not do it

Oh, I will do it! Seems like a fun situation! Thank you for the request!

Actress MC.

Oda forces.

Hideyoshi Toyotomi.

At first, when MC said she was an actress, hideyoshi got suspicious. It meant she was good at pretending to be someone else. But he learned that you really were no threat to the Oda forces, you were just a great performer.

In any case, he always insisted on having you being part of the festivals’plays, but you would always refuse, saying it wasn’t the kind of acting you wanted to do. Well, he respected that, but still wanted to see you in action, and to have you having fun.

In any case, he would wait until you were ready to act, he would wait excitedly! Though, he didn’t expected it to be off the stage.

You two were in his room, Hideyoshi was finishing to reply to the letters he had just received. You were reading a book on his futon, getting interested in it. Hideyoshi was getting tired of one particular letter, he was holding himself.

“How can I not kill a fool?”

Hideyoshi said, verbally distancing himself from talking about the ignorant person who sent that letter, but it triggered something in you, your actor nature!

“Is it really possible to kill a fool while being a fool as well?”

You said with an angry tone, getting into character, you missed that passion when acting, feeling yourself in the skin of the character! But your sudden line made hideyoshi surprised, you thought he was a fool...? He started to question himself to see if he made you angry in any way.

Poor boy felt guilty for doing something to you that he couldn’t remember, but you noticed that and immediately got up, hugging him from behind.

“Sorry, I was just acting.”

“Acting...?”

“Yes! You said something that reminded me of a theater line, and I kind of just went through it.”

“You were just acting? I really thought you were mad at me! You are amazing MC.”

Hideyoshi acknowledged that you were the best actor he had met, and he would make sure to let you show the world your talent!

Uesugi-Takeda forces.

Yukimura Sanada.

Yukimura wasn’t one to pay attention to these things, he thought it was cool that you knew how to act, and didn’t understand why you didn’t want to act for the people in town.

If you are an actress, why wouldn’t you want to act? You really are a strange woman... but whatever, you do what you want. And in time, he didn’t thought much about it anymore.

He was training with his spear, you were excitedly watching him. Yukimura was very agile with his spear, it was amazing! There was a war coming up and he needed to give his all, as always.

He was sweating, getting nervous by that, so he stopped and put his spear against the wall of the training room, wiping his sweat with a towel.

“I guess I will take a break now.”

It was then that you remembered a line from a show that, even though you didn’t played, it inspired you very much. You changed you posture, back upright.

“‘Only fools stop midway of their training.’”

Yukimura looked at you confused, from where did you came up with that? And why would you say that all of a sudden? You were always so worried about him getting some rest, now you want him to die training?

You noticed his confusion and got up, abandoning that posture. You put your hands on his shoulders, smiling.

“I was just saying a line from a play, sorry if I got you confused. I do want you to get rest, so let’s go!”

He was silent the entire time when you dragged him out of the room, you were really weird. But he thought you acted really good, you even sounded like a master.

Sasuke Sarutobi.

He was familiar with your acting in the modern world, you would be in a lot of plays that he would visit, your acting was exquisite!

Sasuke actually asked for an autograph from you after giving you the warnings about the era, he genuinely looked excited when doing so.

He knew all of the plays you had done, and would sometimes ask about them, your opinions about the characters you played. This was an opportunity he wouldn’t pass!

He once said you could act on a play that would happen in a festival, and you actually said it seemed like fun, but it wasn’t the type of play you were used to. He understood your side on this.

Honestly, you two would actually recite very distinct lines with each other. He would start and you would continue, as if you two were the characters. It was funny to do it, Sasuke seemed to enjoy seeing you happy while acting.

Lone forces.

Motonari Mori.

This guy loved a good party, something involving action that would excite him. So if you say that you can act, he will get all excited to see you in action, to see how good you were.

But he never had the chance, you didn’t seem to want to act on the plays they had. Motonari considered forcing you into acting, but it wouldn’t be fun. He didn’t know why, but he somehow cared about you, didn’t wanted to see you sad.

Besides, having you forced into acting wouldn’t had that passion about doing it, it would be boring.

Anyway, you two were on a festival, he was searching for something exciting to do with you. It was then that he saw a guy telling stories to the little children, mystical stories and scary ones.

“Heh, perhaps I should tell them some real stories. What do ya say, lil’ lady?”

“Dead men tell no tale.”

You honestly just said that because Motonari would often say how he wasn’t alive on the inside anymore, and since he was a pirate... it reminded you of a certain movie.

Motonari looked at you, trying to understand from where that came from, you noticed what you just said and your eyes went wide.

“O-oh! This is just a line from... a play that I remembered! Sorry...”

He started to laugh, you did know how cute you looked, right? He liked that line, it suited him well, Motonari would remember that.

“Funny line, got any more to share?”

Oh, if only he knew!

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Thank you for reading! If you wish to see more of my work, check out my masterlist.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi #ikesen hideyoshi #ikemen sengoku yukimura #ikesen yukimura #ikemen sengoku sasuke #ikesen sasuke #ikemen sengoku motonari #ikesen motonari

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nanigma · 4 years

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Blue Lions Translation Chapter 1

Hey, everyone. Since I am currently on holiday and finally finished my latin exam, I decided to start up something fun for us to look at. I’ll make it my mission to go through the Japanese script for the Blue Lions route and translate it as I go. May it reveal neat things small and big.

Can’t promise I will actually make it through it all, but I’ll definitely try my best.

Before we go, I’d like to mention that I am without income this month and would appreciate any bit of help you can give me through my ko-fi account. Times are rough.

My comments in italics

Some small things to note as we start out in White Clouds. I only plan on translating the Blue Lion specific lines first. It just gives me less text to work through all at once. If my stamina lasts long enough, I might go back at a later point and do a translation of all the ‘neutral’ dialogue in between.

Chapter Dialogue

First meeting with the Blue Lions

アネット: えっ、新しい先生って、まさか……あわわ、あたし、友達みたいに話しかけちゃって……▼ 同い年くらいに見えたから、つい……！すみません、気をつけますっ！！▼

Annette: Eh, you mean the new teacher is... no way.. ahh. And I even talked to you like we were friends. ▼ You look like you are my age so... I am so sorry, I will be careful from now on!! ▼

[選択:構わない]

[Choose: I don't care]

アネット: そ、そんなこと言われても……。

Annette: Even if you say so...

ディミトリ: ええ、こちらの気が済みません。

Dimitri: Yes, it is on us to apologize.

シルヴァン: 先生が言うんだし、いいんじゃないですか？つーか、それを言ったらですよ、殿下……▼ そもそも、俺たちがあんたにこんな口を利いてるのだって、不敬もいいとこでしょ。▼

Sylvain: But the Professor said they don't care, so it's fine, right? And anyway, if we are already on the topic, your highness.. ▼ Since we've been talking to you so casually all along, a little disrespect can’t be that bad. ▼

ディミトリ: いや、ここは王国ではないんだし、それとこれとはまた別の話で……▼ ……だがまあ、先生がそれでいいならありがたくその厚意に甘えるとしようか。▼

Dimitri: No, this isn't the kingdom, so how we talk there is completely unrelated to how we talk here... ▼ However, if it is alright with the Professor, we shall take them up on their offer gratefully. ▼

イングリット: あの、ですが私には…… 染みついた癖というのは、どうにも……。▼

Ingrid: Um, I myself... I am not sure if I can go against my manners like that.. ▼

メルセデス: 難しいなら、無理することないわよ～。ね、先生もそれでいいでしょう？▼

Mercedes: No need to force it, if it's difficult for you~. I am sure that's fine with you too, Professor? ▼

Byleth nods

[If Byleth is female]

シルヴァン: 先生は器がでかいなあ、素敵だ！あっ、結婚を前提に、俺とお茶でも……

Sylvain: The professor has such a big heart, how wonderful! Ah, we should discuss marriage sometime over a cup of tea and-...

I had to look up what 器がでかいなあ means. Literally it would be more like “Your vessel is big” and I suspected something sleazy at first, but it seems Sylvain is innocent.. this time.

フェリクス:……待て、シルヴァン。こいつには用がある。▼

Felix: … Wait, Sylvain. I need something from her.

フェリクス……そういえば、先ほどお前に言ったな。剣を交える日を楽しみにしている、と。▼

Felix: … Anyway. You told me before, right? About looking forward to the day we cross swords.

Whoever uploaded the Japanese script speculated this line only shows up if you talked to him during exploration before. Which would make more sense. The localization rephrases it as “I’ve heard of you and wanna fight” which either means the above showed up regardless, potentially causing confusion for Japanese players who skipped talking to him, or the localization made it non-conditional. I’ll have to boot up my game at some point to check.

[Continuing for both Blyeths]

フェリクス: 後で訓練場に来い。まずはお前の腕を見せてもらいたい。▼

Felix: Come to the training hall after this. First things first, I want you to show me your skill.

ディミトリ: 抜け駆けとは感心しないな、フェリクス。その試合、是非俺も交ぜてくれ。▼

Dimitri: It wouldn't be right for you get a headstart, Felix. Please let me partake in that match as well.

English!Dimitri just comments that Felix is right to the point. But I like him teasing a bit here.

Also Dimitri used much more polite language before this, but has now switched to a more casual style, like promised.

フェリクス:……チッ。▼

Felix: … Tch.

アッシュ: あ、あのっ！　後学のため、僕も見学させていただきたいんですが！▼

Ashe: H- Hey! I would also like to observe the occasion for future reference.

ディミトリ: アッシュ。見るだけと言わず、お前も加わればいいだろう。▼

Dimitri: Ashe, leaving out the bit about observation, it would definitely be good for you to join as well.

メルセデス; ふふっ、怪我した時は私に言ってね～。ちょっとした傷なら、すぐに看てあげるわ。▼

Mercedes: Hehe, just tell me if you get hurt. I'll look after any scratch immediately.

ドゥドゥー:……殿下。あまり羽目を外され過ぎぬよう。▼

Dedue: … Your highness. Please do not overextend yourself.

ディミトリ: お前は心配性だな、ドゥドゥー。大丈夫、自重はするさ。▼

Dimitri: You really are a worrywart, Dedue. It's alright, I'll take care.

シルヴァン: なあ……親睦を深めるのに剣を交えるって、何か根本的に間違ってると思うんだけど？▼

Sylvain: Hey... doesn’t anyone think there’s something seriously wrong with deepening our bonds by swinging swords at each other?

イングリット: あら、そうかしら。そういうことなら、あなただけ教室で留守番してる？▼

Ingrid: My, is that so? In that case, I suppose you'll stay behind and watch the classroom for us?

シルヴァン: イングリット……お前さあ、ほんっと俺に対して手厳しいよなあ……。▼

Sylvain: Ingrid... you are always so harsh when it comes to me...

ディミトリ: ……先生。青獅子の学級ルーヴェンクラッセは、見てのとおり騒がしい学級だ。▼ いろいろと苦労をかけるかもしれないが、これから１年、よろしく頼む。▼

Dimitri: Professor. As you can see, the Blue Lions are a very boisterous class. ▼ We might cause you a lot of trouble, but we'll be counting on your for coming year. ▼

Exploration

Again, sticking only to the Blue Lions for this one and leaving out the lines they have when recruited or when you are in a another house for now.

[Annette]

Speech Bubble: I could swear I saw him...

アネット: こんにちは、先生。あの、ちょっと質問があるんですけど……。▼ あたしと同じ色の髪の毛で、しかめっ面の、暗ーい雰囲気のおじさん、知りませんか？▼

Annette: Hello, Professor. Um, I have a question for you... ▼ Do you know an older man whose hair the same colour as mine, with a frown on his face and surrounded by a gloomy aura? ▼

[選択:人捜し？]

[Choose: Are you looking for someone?] +Support with Annette

アネット: ……はい。ちょっと、事情があって……。もし見かけたら、教えてくださいね！▼

Annette: Yeah... There's a bit of a situation... Please tell me, if you see him, okay?

[選択:知らない]

[Choose: I don't know]

アネット: やっぱり、そうですよね……。ごめんなさい、変なこと聞いちゃって！▼

Anette: I knew it... I'm sorry for making you listen to such a weird question.

[Dimitri]

ディミトリ: 近く、学級対抗戦が催されるそうだな。訓練を怠らないようにしなければ。▼ 先生は、俺たち生徒個人の能力を把握し、的確な指導をしてやってほしい。▼ 実りある戦いにするのはもちろんだが、戦うからには勝ちたいだろ、先生。▼ 大修道院は初めてだと言っていたな。折角だ、俺から簡単に案内させてもらおう。▼

Dimitri: We will soon be holding a mock battle against the other classes. We mustn't neglect our training. ▼ I wish for you to ascertain each students individual abilities and instruct us precisely. ▼ It's sure to be a rewarding experience either way, but of course I want to win, Professor. ▼ You mentioned this was your first time at the monestary. In that case I shall give you some basic information on it. ▼

[選択可:施設の利用]

[Select: The use of facilities]

ディミトリ: 大修道院内の施設は、士官学校の生徒や教師にも利用が許可されている。▼ 例えば、食堂では他の者と食事を共にでき、訓練場では一対一の稽古ができる。▼ ここで生活する人々の話に耳を傾けながら大修道院内を散策してみるといい。▼

Dimitri: The facilities inside the monastery are permitted to be used by all the students and teachers. ▼ For instance, you can go to the dining hall to enjoy a meal with others, or go to the training hall to have one-on-one matches. ▼ It would be a good idea to lend an ear to what the people living here have to say, while you wander through the monastery. ▼

[選択可: 掲示板とクエスト]

[Select: The bulletin board and quests]

ディミトリ: 大修道院の各所には「掲示板」がある。先生は、見たことがあるか？▼ 掲示板には、各所からの依頼や門前にある市場の情報が掲示されている。▼ こういった依頼に応えることで、使えるようになる施設もあったと思う。▼ 掲示板の情報は、頻繁に更新される。毎節、一度は確認しておいたほうがいい。▼

Dimitri: There are various bulletin boards throughout the monastery. Have you seen them, professor? ▼ On the boards you'll find requests from various places posted, as well as information on the market in front of the gates. ▼ By responding to these requests, I think you will eventually be able to use more facilities. ▼ The information of the board gets updated frequently. It would be best to check them whenever you have the chance. ▼

[選択可: 行動力]

[Select: Activity meter]

ディミトリ: 当然のことではあるが、何の施設にしろ利用すると相応の時間がかかる。▼ 一日を無駄にしてしまわないよう、計画立てて行動した方が良いだろうな。▼

Dimitri: Although this should be obvious, an appropriate amount of time passes as you use each facility. ▼ It would be best to carefully consider your activities, so that you do not let an entire day go to waste. ▼

[選択可: 指導レベル]

[Select: Instruction Level]

ディミトリ: この士官学校の教師は、極めて高い水準の指導力を求められる。▼ 生徒だけでなく教師も、分野を超えた知識を習得し、研鑽に励まなければならない。▼

Dimitri: The professors at the monastery are expected to meet exceedingly high standards of leadership. ▼ So they too, not just their student, must strive to acquire knowledge outside their field and study diligently. ▼

[Dedue]

ドゥドゥー: 殿下はお前を信頼すると仰った。ならば、おれがお前を信じない理由はない。▼ お前が殿下に刃を向けるというなら、話は別だがな。▼

Dedue: His Highness told me he trusts you. Therefore, I have no reason not to believe you. ▼ If you ever turn your blade against him, it will be a different story however. ▼

[Sylvain]

[If Byleth is male]

シルヴァン: よう、先生。暇してるんなら、一緒に街にでも出ませんか？▼ まだ見ぬ美女を捜しに……。……いや。冗談です。そんな目で見ないでください。▼

Sylvain: Hey, Professor. If you are free, would you care to go into town with me? ▼ I'm still looking for beauties I haven't seen yet and... No. I was joking. Please don't look at me like that. ▼

[If Byleth is female]

シルヴァン: よう、先生。暇してるんなら、一緒に街にでも出ませんか？▼ 美味い飯を出す宿場を見つけたんですよ。これは、先生を誘うしかないと思いまして！▼

Sylvain: Hey, Professor. If you are free, would you care to go into town with me? ▼ I found an inn that serves the most amazing food. I feel like I just have to take you there! ▼

[Felix]

Speech Bubble: ...It's you.

フェリクス: ……何か用か。▼

Felix: … Need something?

[選択:剣の相手を]

[Choose: Spar with me] +Support with Felix

フェリクス: ……ふ、面白い。▼

Felix: .... Heh, interesting.

English has him explain he doesn’t have time right now. Presumably because nothing happens after this. lol

[選択:用はない]

[Choose: It's nothing]

フェリクス: なら、さっさとそこをどけ。目障りだ。▼

Felix: Then get out of my way. You are blocking the view.

Felix is extra special rude here, since you can also translate the second line to calling you an eyesore.

[Ashe]

アッシュ: あ、先生も植物を見に来たんですか？凄いですよね、ここの温室は。▼ 王国では見たこともないような薬草や、珍しい花がたくさん植えられているんです。▼

Ashe: Ah, did you come to look at the plants too, Professor? This greenhouse really is amazing. ▼ They are planting all sorts of vegetables I haven't seen in the kingdom before, and a lot of strange flowers too. ▼

[選択:あまり興味が……]

[Choose: I'm not really interested..]

アッシュ: あはは、そうですよね……僕も、教わ��まで植物なんて全部同じだと思ってましたから。▼

Ashe: Haha, yeah before I was taught about them, plants all seemed the same to me too.

[選択: 詳しいの？]

[Choose: Are you well informed?]

アッシュ: 僕の養父が詳しいんです。見分け方や、調薬なんかも教えてもらいました。▼

Ashe: My adoptive father is the one who is well informed. He taught me how to tell the plants apart and care for them. ▼

[Continuing]

アッシュ: 先生も、気が向いた時に花を眺めてみるのがいいと思います。楽しいですよ。▼

Ashe: I think it would be a good idea to look at the flowers whenever you can, Professor. It's a lot of fun.

[Mercedes]

メルセデス: この士官学校に来る前はね～、王都で、魔道の学校に通っていたの。▼ アン……ええと、アネットのことよ。アンとは、そこで仲良くなって……▼ あ、ローレンツもいたんだったかしら？▼ 少し年上の私にも親しくしてくれるアンは私にとって、かけがえのない親友なの～。▼

Mercedes: You see, before coming to the academy~, I attended the school of sorcery in the capital. ▼ Ann..- I'm talking about Annette. I got to know Ann at that place.... ▼ Ah, I think Lorenz also attended? ▼ Although I am a bit older than her, Ann got pretty close to me, so I consider her an irreplacable and dearest friend of mine~. ▼

[Ingrid]

イングリット: 青獅子の学級ルーヴェンクラッセの名は、ファーガス神聖王国初代国王の尊称から取られているんです。▼ 青き外衣を翻す“獅子王”ルーグ様。多くの騎士道物語に活躍が描かれています。▼ 書庫には、いろいろな書物があるはずです。もちろん王国史や、騎士道物語も。▼ 是非、読んでみてください。きっと新たな発見があるでしょうから。▼

Ingrid: The Blue Lion's name derives from the honorary title of the first king of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus. ▼ The „Lion King“ Loog, always garbed in blue. His deeds have been immortalized in various chivalric tales. ▼ The library ought to have many books about him. Historic accounts as well as chivalric tales of course. ▼ Please read them if you get the chance. I am sure it would give you a new perspective. ▼

Pre-mock battle discussion

ディミトリ: いよいよ模擬戦か。はは、腕が鳴るな。先生はどうだ？▼

Dimitri: It is finally time for the mock battle. Haha, I am eager to put my skills to the test. How about you, Professor?

[選択:楽しみだ]

[Choose: I am looking forward to it]

+ Support with Dimitri

ディミトリ: 良かった。先生の采配、期待してるよ。俺たちも、勝利のために力を尽くそう。▼

Dimitri: I am glad to hear it. I have high hopes for your command, Professor. We shall also give everything for the sake of victory.

[選択: 勝てるかな]

[Choose: „I wonder if we can win“]

There’s nothing listed in the script. I wonder if it’s a gap. Again, something to check for later.

[Continuing]

ディミトリ: 大丈夫だ。手強い相手かもしれないが、きっと勝てる。▼

Dimitri: It's all right. Our opponents may be difficult, but we will surely win.

クロード: やあ、お二人さん。作戦会議かい？　俺たちも交ぜてくれよ。▼

Claude: Hey, you two. Having a stragey meeting? Please let us join in too.

ディミトリ: 勘弁してくれ、手の内は隠すものだろ。相手が強敵なら、尚更だ。▼

Dimitri: Spare me, Claude. It's only natural to keep our hand concealed, isn't it? Even moreso if the opponent is so formidable.

クロード: そりゃあ光栄。ならば期待に応えて、俺たちも奇策を用意しておかないと、なあ？▼

Claude: Now that's an honour. To live up to such expectations, should we come up with some plans of our own, or..?

エーデルガルト: ええ、貴方たちがどんな手で来ようとも、それを上回る戦術で打ち破ってあげる。▼

Edelgard: That's right, no matter what you may come up with, we shall tear it down with superior tactics.

ディミトリ: いや、張り切るのはいいが……。あまり、無茶をしないようにな。▼

Dimitri: Uh, it's nice to see you so invested... Just don't overdo it, okay?

エーデルガルト: へえ。敵の心配をするなんて、随分と余裕があるようね、ディミトリ。▼

Edelgard: Huh, you must feel pretty confident to be worrying about your enemies, Dimitri.

クロード: おやおや戦いはまだだってのに、そんなに熱くなって……我が学級は楽をできそうだ。

Claude: My my, the battle hasn't even started and you are already fired up like that... My class should have an easy time of it.

ディミトリ: そういうつもりじゃ……いや、悪かったよ。何はともあれ、実りある戦いにしよう。▼

Dimitri: That's not what I-... No, I am sorry. Whatever happens, let us make it a rewarding experience.

エーデルガルト: ふふ、それはこちらも同じよ。そうでしょう？▼

Edelgard: Hehe, the sentiment is mutual. Isn't that right?

Okay, so this line is skipped entirely in the English script and it is Dimitri who asks the question. Maybe because it does sound weird that Edelgard would single out Byleth for this when they are on opposing sides, but I can’t be sure. Would need to find a playthrough of the Japanese version to confirm.

[選択:お手柔らかに]

[Choose: Please go easy on us]

クロード: おっと、先生の本心はわかってるんだ。負ける気はないって顔に書いてある。▼

Claude: Now just wait, I can tell how you really feel, professor. Your face has „We won't lose“ written all over it.

[選択: 負ける気はない]

[Choose: We won't lose]

エーデルガルト: そう。貴方がそう言うのなら、手を抜いてあげる必要はなさそうね。▼

Edelgard: I see. If you say so, there is no need to hold ourselves back.

[Continuing]

マヌエラ: あらあら、みんな揃ってお喋りかしら？すっかり仲良くなったようね。▼

Manuela: My my, you've already gathered for a nice little chat, haven't you? You seem to get along perfectly well.

ハンネマン: 君たちが親睦を深めるのは大変結構だが、そろそろ作戦会議の時間だ。▼

Hanneman: Although deepening your bonds with each other is quite animportant matter, it's time for the mock battle to begin.

クロード: もうそんな時間か。それじゃ、お二人さん。また後でな。▼

Claude: It is already? In that case, I'll be seeing you two later.

エーデルガルト: 貴方たちの力量、確かめさせてもらうわ。▼

Edelgard: I shall determine your abilities.

Before the Battle

ディミトリ]さて、そろそろ開戦の刻限か……。勝敗は先生の指揮次第だ、頼んだぞ。▼

Dimitri: Now then, it's about time for the battle to begin... The outcome depends on your orders, Professor. We are counting on you.

I skipped most of Jeralt’s dialogue cause it’s mostly the same every route.

[Turn one]

ローレンツ: クロード、お前の浅知恵など必要ない。僕とイグナーツ君で敵の出鼻を挫いてやる。▼

Lorenz: Claude, your shallow tactic won't be necessary. Myself and Ignatz are going to hinder the enemy's approach.

イグナーツ: ええっ、ボク！？まだ心の準備ができてませんよお……▼

Ignatz: U-uh, me!? I haven't mentally prepared yet...

English simplified this to “I’m not ready yet”, which is also correct, but it sounds a bit more adorable in Japanese.

クロード: やれやれ……向こうの先生を侮ってないか？油断すると痛い目に遭うと思うがなあ……。▼

Claude: Oh boy... are you making light of the professor we’re facing? If you're too careless, I think you'll be in for a painful experience...

エーデルガルト: ドロテア、貴方も前に出てくれる？敵を中央に誘い出したいの。▼

Edelgard: Dorothea, can you go ahead as well? I want to lure the enemy into our midst.

ドロテア: 了解、エーデルちゃん。私にお任せあれ。▼

Dorothea: Understood, Edel-chan. Leave it to me.

エーデルガルト: フェルディナント、ヒューベルト。二人は敵が来たら足止めを……機を窺うわ。▼

Edelgard: Ferdinand, Hubert. If the enemies approach, you two will stop-.... wait for your chance.

Edelgard has a weird pause in this sentence in Japanese. Like she is reconsidering something maybe?

フェルディナント: ふっ、任せてくれたまえ。私一人でも役不足なくらいだとも！▼

Ferdinand: Hah, simply leave it to me. I’d say this is too simple a task, even were I alone.

ヒューベルト: くくく……貴殿一人では力不足ゆえ、主は私の名も挙げたのですよ。▼

Hubert: Hehehe... It is because of your own lack of skill, that my lady brought up my name as well.

Hubert has the most stereotypical evil anime villain laugh of all time. The only reason I didn’t translate it as “Muahaha” is because it doesn’t flow as well in English.

[Defeating Lorenz]

ローレンツ: チッ、この僕が負けるなんて……。模擬戦とはいえ腹立たしい……！▼

Lorenz: Tch.. To think I could be defeated... Even for a mock battle, this is most irritating.

This is cut down a bit in English

[Defeating Ignatz]

イグナーツ: あはは、やられちゃいました……。新しい先生の指揮、流石だなあ。▼

Ignatz: Hahaha, you got me... The new teacher's commands are really something.

[Defeating Hilda]

ヒルダ: もー！　あたしなんて、放っといてくれればいいのにー！▼

Hilda: Come on! You could have just left little old me alone, you know!

[Defeating Hubert]

ヒューベルト: むう……新任の教師の力の一端を、見られただけで良しとしましょうか。▼

Hubert: Well... I suppose I'll have to be satisfied with simply having observed the new teachers strengths well enough.

[Defeating Ferdinand]

フェルディナント: エーギル家の嫡子たる私がそんな…… くっ、もっと鍛錬しなければ……！▼

Ferdinand: To think this could happen to a son of House Aegir... ugh, I'll have to train more.

[Defeating Dorothea]

ドロテア: あら……新しい先生は、随分なやり手みたいですねえ。▼

Dorothea: Oh my... the new professor seems quite capable.

[After defeating the other Golden Deer]

クロード: やってくれるね、先生。これは本気でかからないとな……！▼

Claude: You did well, professor. I'll need to take it seriously from here..!

[If Edelgard gets close before the Golden Deer are dealt with]

クロード: ２つの学級と同時に戦おうってのか？へえ、たいした自信だな。▼

Claude: You going to fight two classes at once? Heh, that's some self-confidence you got there.

エーデルガルト: 勝機が見えたわ……。黒鷲の学級アドラークラッセ！　一気に畳みかけなさい！▼

Edelgard: I've spotted my chance... Black Eagles, go forth as one!

[If Claude gets close]

クロード: この森を利用して敵を迎え撃つぞ。みんな、援護してくれ！▼

Claude: We'll attack our enemies using these woods as cover. Everyone, back me up!

[Approaching Claude by going around the woods]

クロード: おっと、回り込んできやがったか……。こりゃ強引に迎え撃つしか手はないな。▼

Claude: Oops, you got around... Looks like I'll have to use brute force.

[Byleth vs. Claude]

クロード: 俺は戦術はともかく戦闘はからきしなんだ。だから手加減してくれよ、先生。▼

Claude: Aside from tactics, I'm not much for the battlefield. So please go easy on me, Professor.

Byleth: ….

クロード: 真顔で頷かれると困るが……。冗談ってのは、わかってるよな？

Claude: Going along with such a serious expression is quite unsettling... You do know that was joke, right?

[Dimitri vs. Claude]

クロード:……なあ、王子様。お前、実はエーデルガルトに惚れてるんじゃないか？▼

Claude: … Hey, Prince. You're actually pretty sweet on Edelgard, aren't you?

ディミトリ: 無駄口を叩くのはやめておけ、クロード。隙だらけだぞ。▼

Dimitri: Stop with the idle chatter, Claude. It leaves you wide open.

クロード: おっと、その落ち着きっぷりは外れか。動揺を誘ったつもりが、残念、残念。▼

Claude: Oops, that didn't phase you at all. I was trying to make you slip up, what a shame.

[Defeating Claude with other Golden Deer still around]

クロード: あらら、やられちまったか……。他の奴らの活躍に期待するしかないな。▼

Claude: Tsk tsk, you got me, huh... Looks like all I can do is put my faith in the other's efforts.

[Defeating Claude after the other Golden Deer]

クロード: おっと……油断しすぎたか。金鹿の学級は、これで敗退だな。

Claude: Oh... seems like I was careless. Looks like this is it for the Golden Deer.

[Defeating Hanneman]

ハンネマン: 実戦を積んだ者の指揮は、流石に違うな。我輩が手も足も出なかったよ。▼

Hanneman: As expected, having actual experience with commanding in battle really does make a difference. I couldn't hope to measure up.

(If Manuela is still around)

マヌエラ: 去年あたくしの学級が勝った時は、褒めもしなかったくせに、その態度の違いは何！？▼

Manuela: When my class won last year, you didn't give me any praise, so what's up with that change in attitude!?

[Edelgard getting close after dealing with the Golden Deer]

エーデルガルト: 隙のない見事な用兵ね、先生。こうなったら、正面から当たるしかない！▼

Edelgard: You really are a peerless mercenary, Professor. In that case, I'll have to strike from the front!

[Byleth vs. Edelgard]

エーデルガルト: 何においても貴方を倒さないと、勝利はなさそうね。行くわよ！▼

Edelgard: It seems no matter what, there can be no victory without defeating you. Let's go!

[Dimitri vs. Edelgard]

エーデルガルト: ディミトリ、勝負よ。ここで優劣を決しておくのも悪くないわ。▼

Edelgard: Face me, Dimitri. No harm in testing our mettle here.

ディミトリ: ……いいだろう、受けて立つ。君が相手であろうと、手加減はしない。▼

Dimitri: … Very well, I accept. I can't hold back with you as my opponent.

エーデルガルト: そうこなくてはね！▼

Edelgard: That's the spirit!

[Defeating Edelgard with other Black Eagles still around]

エーデルガルト: 私を撤退に追い込むなんて……。厳しくなりそうだけど、頑張って。▼

Edelgard: To think I'd be forced to retreat... Things might seem bleak, but do your best.

[Defeating Edelgard after the other Black Eagles]

エーデルガルト: そんな…黒鷲の学級アドラークラッセが、こんなあっさり負けるなんて…▼

Edelgard: No way... the members of the Black Eagles shouldn't have been defeated so easily...

[Defeating Manuela]

マヌエラ: やるじゃない。これ以上、無理をしたらあたくしが医務室のお世話になっちゃうわ。▼

Manuela: Now wasn't that something. If I push it anymore, I might be in need of the infirmary.

(if Hannemann is still around)

ハンネマン: マヌエラ君を退けたか。我輩も心してかかるとしよう。▼

Hanneman: You took out Manuela? I should be carefull myself...

[After winning]

ジェラルト: よーし、そこまでだ！今回の模擬戦の勝者は……！青獅子の学級ルーヴェンクラッセだな！▼

Jeralt: All right, that's enough! The winners of todays battle... are the Blue Lions!

ディミトリ: この勝利は皆の活躍あってこそだ。ありがとう、よくやってくれた。▼

Dimitri: This victory was achieved by all of us. Thank you, you did well.

[After the battle]

ディミトリ: ……先生！ここにいたのか。捜したんだぞ。▼ 今日は、みんなで食事にしようと思って。反省会を兼ねた、祝勝会だな。▼

Dimitri: … Professor! This is where you were. We've been looking for you. ▼ We thought we should all go to the dining hall to eat something. A victory feast to serve as our debriefing, basically. ▼

[選択:祝勝会？]

[Choose: A victory feast?]

ディミトリ: ああ。ほら、あれだけ戦ったんだし、腹も減るだろ？▼

Dimitri: Yeah. Come now, you must be hungry after all that fighting, right?

[選択: 自分も？ ]

[Choose: Me too?]

ディミトリ: 当たり前だろ。今更、何を言ってるんだ。

Dimitri: Of course. What have I been telling you so far?

[Continuing]

シルヴァン: ほら先生、早く来てくださいよ。今日の殊勲者がいなきゃ、始まりませんって。▼

Sylvain: Hey professor, just hurry up and come. We can't well start without the most distinguished of us.

アネット: そうですよ！　私たちが勝てたのは、先生のおかげじゃないですかっ。▼

Annette: That's right! We only won thanks to you, professor.

フェリクス: ……そこの、正攻法しか知らん猪よりは、幾分かまともな用兵だった。▼

Felix: … Compared to that boar, who knows nothing but frontal attacks, your tactics were somewhat decent.

イングリット: フェリクス。あなたは本当に、隙あらば殿下に因縁をつけて……。▼

Ingrid: Felix! You’re really trying to pick a fight with his highness at every opportunity...

Bit less of a direct reprimand than in English

ディミトリ: いや、いいんだ、イングリット。事実、先生の采配は見事だった。▼

Dimitri: No, it's fine Ingrid. Our professor's orders truly were amazing.

Lacks the line about encouraging to speak freely.

メルセデス: ……それにしても今日は疲れちゃったわね。私、お腹が減ってもう駄目かも……。▼

Mercedes: Either way, today was really tiring. I seem to also be quite famished...

アッシュ: あはは……実は、僕もです。そろそろ食堂に行きましょうか。▼

Ashe: Hahaha, me too, to tell the truth. Let's go to the dining hall already.

ディミトリ: ……なあ、先生。あまり、嬉しくはなさそうだな。▼

Dimitri: … Hey, Professor. You dont seem very happy.

[選択: そんなことはないが……]

[Choose: That's not the case...]

ディミトリ: そう言う割には、眉一つ動かさないから。▼

Dimitri: Even as you say that, your eyebrows aren't moving an inch.

Sounds a bit weird, but that’s how he puts it. Aka, you are as expressionless as always.

[選択: よくわからない……]

[Choose: I don't understand...]

ディミトリ: ……まあ、無理もないか。▼

Dimitri: ... Well, I guess it’s understandable.

[Continuing]

ディミトリ: 先生。俺たちはまだ出会ったばかりだし、難しいのかもしれないが……▼ 俺は、先生とも喜びを分かち合いたい。折角、こうして一緒にいるんだからな。▼ きっと、それはみんなも同じだと思う。 ……ほら、一緒に行こう、先生！▼

Dimitri: Professor, we've only just met, so this might be a bit difficult... ▼ I want us to share in each other’s joy. After all, we're finally here together like this. ▼ I am sure the others feel the same. … Okay, let us go together, Professor. ▼

#nanigma translates #3H #blue lions

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hiiii uhhhh can I request one where both loki and reader are, well, “frustrated”, if you know what I mean, but reader’s got a lot of work to finish up and she’s trying her best to focus. But loki’s trying everything to get her attention so naturally she gives in and they start makin out on, like, the damn desk. sorry if this is weird ajsksjdjd I love you and your writing btw

omL this ain’t weird at all i am in love with this request !!!

lots of implied smut and making out heh

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

You want to go home. Like, really bad.

You want to go home, drag Loki into a too-long hot shower, maybe (definitely) ride him senseless, fall asleep in his arms, and forget about this entire awful, nightmare of a day.

Sounds heavenly…

But you’ve still got a good two hours to go before you can clock out. You owe it to Tony to stay your full shift, he already lets you dictate your own hours and was the one who gave you this job, so you owe him one solid.

With that in mind, you open your tired eyes again and go back to staring at the laptop screen. Letters have gone fuzzy from staring at this old script for so long—it’s something alien, clearly not from earth or anywhere else you know of, much like most items that cross your desk. One of the “perks” of being good at your job, right?

Look, Tony, tell your government people that if you don’t recognise this strange language by now, it won’t help to be forced to stare at it for days on end.

You’ve lost focus again in seconds, mind drifting off to what Loki might be doing right about now. Probably something active, dangerous, fun, surrounded by people instead of alone in an office…

“I WILL NOT HESITATE TO DISMEMBER YOU, BROTHER OF MINE OR NOT—”

The door to your little office crashes open. Aha—there’s Loki.

He’s dripping sweat and raging, screaming at his brother who’s just laughing and following him down the hall.

“Come now, brother, it was all in good fun—”

Loki slams the door in Thor’s face.

“Beating your brother while he’s distracted and vulnerable,” he seethes, turning to glare at you, chest heaving, “is not good fun.”

You just raise a tired eyebrow, still confused but glad to see him nonetheless, and you wave a hand at the chairs in front of your desk. “What’s your deal?”

“My brother is a buffoon made of muscle,” he says simply, flopping into a chair and wiping a hand across his sweaty forehead. “And I missed your much more mature and bearable company.”

“Funny.” You go back to your work with a sigh—there’s no time for missing people with all you have left to do. “I was just thinking about you, too.”

“And what kind of…thoughts might those have been, hm?”

Sure…he missed your company…

“Nothing too exciting,” you sigh again, not bothering to look up at the smirk you know is there. “Just what we’re going to do when we get home.”

His eyes light up and you laugh when he leans forward. “Tell me, darling, what do you want to do when we get home?”

“…you.”

The god sits back in his chair with a smug grin, lifting his legs to cross his ankles on top of your desk. “I like where this is going.”

With a groan you start pushing his feet off your desk while Loki laughs, watching you struggle for a moment before twitching a foot to knock over a cup full of pens and pencils. The pens spill across your desk and roll onto the floor.

“Loki! What the hell?!”

“Whoops,” he purrs, pulling himself to his feet and walking around to your side of the desk. “How clumsy of me.”

He kneels next to your chair and starts picking up the spilled pens as you shake your head and return to your work. Your focus stays on the task at hand until—“LOKI!!”

He’s nipped at your leg with his teeth, a cool hand wrapped around your calf as icy lips trail up towards your knee. At your exclamation he holds your leg tighter and grins up at you, the glint in his eye in every way concerning.

“I’m in dire need of a distraction, dearest, or I might go back to the training room and hurt someone,” he sighs, making himself comfortable on the floor with his back leaning against your desk. “Would you happen to have any ideas?”

“G-go annoy someone else?” His hand slowly tracing up and down your leg is colder than usual, bringing a chill across your skin as you shudder under his touch.

“Mm, no, I don’t like that suggestion,” he hums and suddenly his lips are just above your knee, only for a split second to make you drop your pencil with a start.

“Loki! I’m at work!”

He clearly couldn’t care less.

Still rubbing your leg with a firm grip, he smiles up at you from his spot on the floor like some attention-hungry cat. “My darling, you can’t possibly tell me you’ve never wanted this.”

Throwing your pencil down with a groan, you drop your head to your hands. Probably easier to give him the attention he wants and just get him out of here, right?

“Wanted what, exactly?”

He’s back to licking your leg, lifting your knee to rest over his shoulder as he rubs you down. “To be thoroughly taken in a place of work. Would certainly liven up this dreary place…”

“Oh yeah,” you respond sarcastically, “a life goal, how’d you know? Definitely something to check off the bucket list.”

“I find your sarcasm tantalising,” he purrs and walks two fingers up your thigh, flicking the hem of your dress out of the way. “It only makes me want to bend you over this desk and make you scream—”

“Oh my god, why are you so horny all the time??”

He shrugs, that awful smirk plastered on his face peering up at you. “It’s your own fault, you know. If you weren’t so temptingly irresistible, maybe I could better…how do you say it? Keep it in my pants?”

“I don’t think you’ve ever once kept it in your pants, sunshine.”

He kisses your leg again, cold fingers wound around your ankle. “Your fault, my dear.”

“It is not my fault that you have approximately a thimble’s-worth of self control—”

The phone rings, interrupting your tangent, and your heart drops—sometimes opportunities just fall right into Loki’s lap, only encouraging him to be more…you know, him.

Your terrified gaze shoots to Loki, whose grin only widens and you swear you can see his eyes darken.

“Loki, don’t you dare—”

“Answer it,” he hums, running a hand up the side of your thigh. “It’s your job, darling, you have to take this call.”

You lean down and shove a threatening finger right in his face. “Hands where I can see them.”

He slowly raises his hands in surrender, wiggling his fingers and quirking an eyebrow. The phone keeps ringing and you glare at Loki, trying to shoot him the best warning look you can manage, keeping your eye on him as you straighten up and pick up the phone.

“Stark Communications Lab, how can I help you-hooO—howcanIhelpyou??”

Loki’s still on the floor by your chair, his hands in the air so you can see them, but he’s pulled himself to his knees and has the nerve to take the hem of your dress between his teeth, dragging it up your thigh.

You jerk away and cross your legs, shooting him a deathly glare.

It’s an officer from an international agency in Brazil on the other line, calling in a sighting of the same type of runes you’ve been staring at for hours on some train station wall. You’ve been waiting for a break like this, but as the guy blabbers on about coming to see it, all you can focus on is clamping your mouth down hard on your hand to keep from squealing out loud.

Let’s just say that Loki’s still not using his hands.

You stammer out responses to the officer on the other line, cutting yourself off every few seconds to violently cough to cover up any mewling sounds that might escape your lips, and Loki grins every time. He hasn’t quite touched you yet, but you’re pretty sure that’s worse.

“Yeah, I’ll-I’ll see if I can come—heh, excuse me,” you cough and jam your foot into his side when he laughs and whispers “you can, believe me,” followed by a long lick up way too high on your thigh.

Shaking your head furiously at him, you mouth “I’ll kill you” to him and kick him pointlessly in the ribs.

He just waves his hands again to show that hey, I’m following the rules, and shuffles forward on his knees to wrestle himself between your tightly squeezing together legs. You clap a hand over your mouth when he pries your knees apart with an elbow, pointedly watching you with his hands in the air.

“Loki, I swear to god, you’re dead,” you hiss at him, covering the microphone of the phone for a second.

The god just hums happily and continues planting burning kisses up the inside of your thighs. He nudges one of your legs over his shoulder, then the other, wrapping his arms around your squirming thighs and keeping his hands wide open for you to see.

“Email me the photos fuu—f-first thing in the morning!” Your voice climbs up a whole octave by the end of your sentence, coming out in little more than a squeak when Loki presses a strangely hot breath of a kiss just above your core. Your thighs clamp tight around his neck as you try to keep speaking in complete sentences, and Loki just laughs.

“Sorry, am I distracting you?” He laughs with a wide grin, his head firmly stuck between your thighs, and you just squeeze his ears tighter in response.

You’re slumped down in your office chair by now, Loki’s arms around your thighs, a hand clapped over your eyes as you struggle to finish this conversation. “That’s fine. Send me what you have, I’ll—st-ahH—can I call you back?”

Thank god the officer agrees, cause you’ve got a lovely sheen of sweat across your forehead, your dress is tangled up somewhere around your waist, and Loki’s getting a little too adventurous with the waistband of your underwear.

“Thank you, goodbye.” You hang up and slam the phone down on the desk, reaching down to grab a fistful of Loki’s shirt and yanking him up with you. “Loki, you little shit.”

He looks much too proud of himself as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Yes ma’am?”

Your hand curls tighter in his shirt and he leans forward, scrambling to his feet as you glare at him—you kind of want to smack that smug little smirk off his annoying little face.

Or maybe just make the hell out with him.

“Wake up, darling,” he taunts when he sees your distracted gaze. “I must say, I quite enjoy making you speechless, but—mmm.”

You cut off his stupid voice by shoving your tongue into his stupid mouth, fisting your hands in his stupid hair and you notice his stupid hands stay in the air—well, you said to keep them there!

“Touch me,” you gasp, pushing Loki against your desk and he grins into your lips, letting you bend him backward until he falls onto his back on the desktop. “For fucks sake, Loki, use your fucking hands.”

“As you wish, my love.” His hands go straight to stroking up your thighs as you shove your papers off the desk and climb on top of him, straddling his hips and leaning down to keep your lips firmly pressed to his.

“I thought—mmph—” he’s cut off by a sudden intrusion of your tongue licking against his, burning hot and oh-so-welcome in his mouth. “Good gods, I thought I’d have you bent over this desk, not myself.”

“Yeah, well, you pissed me off,” you grumble and suck his bottom lip into your mouth, rocking your hips to rip a groan from his throat.

Loki smiles, eyes darkening as he gazes up at you. “But I kept my hands where you could see them, just as you requested.”

“And what a good fucking boy you are, huh?”

“I would say so.” He chuckles darkly and catches your busy face in one hand, gripping your jaw and pulling you harshly from his lips. “I should be rewarded, don’t you think?”

You narrow your eyes as best you can and try to look as threatening as possible—kind of difficult when he’s holding your jaw so tightly your lips are puckering between his fingers. “You’re getting punished, if you’re getting anything at all,” you seeth and yank your head from his grip.

“Then I’ll sit quietly and take it,” he hums, tense muscles going slack underneath you, much to your surprise. “Like a good boy.”

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Pine’s College Jocks Ch. 5 - The football team

Luckily, things haven’t gotten weird between Mike and I. It was actually pretty cool for him to want to experiment a little more, it made me proud for my best friend!

It also gave me some ideas about the plan, and if I should include him. But that was taking it a bit too far, probably. If he wanted to get in, he would ask me about it.

And yeah, he was a bit more open around me. He would sometimes throw an unusual comment here and there, but quickly change the subject of the conversation. It was fun to see, to be honest.

I had my plan ready for action. I just needed to start with it. Mike told me there was a training today, so I’ve decided to start with it. You may find the following part disgusting, but yeah. My plan consists in having the football team drinking a mix of water and… my load. That should stablish a mind link between us and make the enslavement easy enough.

After that, I would just have to tell them a few commands and Voila, an elite team should be ready to go! Coach Peter was going to help me out, I would probably only appear after the guys drank the thing so they wouldn’t be suspicious.

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I was sleeping in my bed, my open notebook laying on my face. It was probably lunchtime. I didn’t sleep much last night thinking about the little details for the plan. Mike wasn’t in the room, he had been invited to another frat party, so it didn’t surprise me he wasn’t back yet.

Someone knocked the door, maybe it was him. He forgot his room key once. I groaned, I was still tired! But it would be rude if I didn’t open the door for him. I got up, putted some pants on, and opened the door.

I jumped, really excited, and hugged the guy. It wasn’t Mike, but Garrett! And he had breakfast with him! “Yo, bro!” He said, just a moment before I jumped over him. A bit joyful than what I would have liked, I didn’t want to have him drop the coffees!

I haven’t seen this guy for some months. He went to a family vacation a month after we finished school, and when he came back he had to go directly to his college. He looked almost the same as the last time I saw him. He was a bit bigger, yeah. And his hair was a bit longer than last time. He was wearing a plain pink shirt, with black jeans. He looked as lovely as always.

Alright, just for a little reminder. Garrett was the first jock I’ve enslaved. He was my bully at Winston High, and the one that helped me realize I had these cool powers in the first place. He knew I had powers and knew what I’ve done to him, but he accepted it pretty well. That wasn’t really my doing, he realized he was a better person after I played with him, so he asked me to leave him that way.

The hunk gave me a big smile, then pulled me in for a quick kiss. God, I forgot how good was making out with this guy. I broke the kiss a bit after and sat on my bed. “So, what are you doing here? Are you not busy with training and stuff?”

Gary sat in Mike’s bed and I sat in mine, right in front of him. "Yeaaaah, but the coach loves me, and I have him eating from my hand. So today I skipped the football training and decided to pay you guys a visit. By the way, where's Mikey? I missed that guy"

I shrugged “I think he went to a frat party, but he should be back at any moment.”

“Oh, alright. I have the whole day to be around, so no problem. How’s the plan going? Is there anything I can help you with?”

I thought about it, but there wasn’t anything he could help me with. “I don’t think so. Like, sure, I’ve got to test a special enslavement drink but I can do that in some days. I still want to plan it so it actually works this time, and not like the last plan” Gary knew what happened last time. He was one of the few ones that didn’t lost his programming after school was over.

“Would you like me to try that drink? I’m sure it will work. And If it doesn’t then you’ll be one step closer to getting the perfect way to enslave the team, right?” He had this charming smile, I also forgot about that. No doubt that was his way to flirt with the cheerleaders before I got to him.

“Are you sure? It will allow me to control you from a distance and I don’t actually know how to cut that off. It’s okay if you don’t want to” But he was ready to test the mix out.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind that at all. Hell, I still find it hot when I imagine you in that coach costume you used to wear, heh. So, bring it on bro!” I walked over to the mini-fridge Mike and I shared and grabbed one of my bottles. They were labeled as “DON’T TOUCH, EXTRA DANGEROUS!” just in case Mike was thirsty in the middle of the night, he would have to be careful to not accidentally drink one.

I walked over to Gary and handed him the bottle. “Cheers” said my former classmate and drank it all in one go.

I wasn’t feeling the mind link like I felt it instantly with the coaches or with Nick, so I assumed it failed. Gary looked at me, expectantly. Like I was supposed to do some mumbo jumbo for it to work. “Nothing?” I asked.

He shook his head “I don’t feel any different at least” And that’s when it hit me, I felt Garret’s thoughts like they were just whispers in the air. His face went blank for a second and suddenly, he gave me a big, dumb smile.

“Master Pine!” He said with an adoration look in his face. Great, it worked!

I tried to send his mind some commands, so he would act like before. His expression froze, then he blinked a few times, like he just woke up from some trance. “How do you feel?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I see what you mean now. At first, it felt like nothing happened. But I got struck by a sudden desire to listen to everything you say. Maybe the mix with water delayed its effect or something?” He wondered. The mind link was still there, but Gary was still Gary. This could totally work out!

Mike appeared a while later, as I chatted with Gary while drinking the coffee he brought. “Hey bro, had a blast last- Wait, Garrett?” He was surprised. The visitor got up from his bed and slapped hands with my roommate. I couldn’t stop but remember the first sex party. Mike, Coach Mark, and Gary with me in bed…

“I think we lost him” I heard Gary. Apparently, I zoned out and started drooling. Mike was laughing a lot.

“Sorry guys, I barely slept last night” I excused myself and drank a bit more of coffee. It didn’t help a lot, but god was it good.

“Really? What were you doing bro?” Asked Mike, when he finally stopped laughing. He grabbed one of the coffees and started drinking too. He didn’t seem tired despite the fact that he went partying all night. He probably slept in someone else’s room.

Lucky him, I haven’t got any action since our last ‘encounter’. “You know, planning this, planning that. A lot of planning” I yawned. “Mostly planning, to make it simple”

“What, are you going to start with it today?”

I shook my head “I don’t know. I do have the bottles ready, but I haven’t seen if the outfit still fits. And what would I do after I got them under? I mean, yeah, making them better players, but I would like to plan a script too and some other things!”

Honestly, this wasn’t what stopped me. I was just nervous. What if the bottles didn’t work or if one of them has some kind of immunity to my powers? I would be screwed. Though I don’t really plan anything evil for them. Besides, I still got my first power, so I could get out of that possible situation really easily.

Garrett putted an arm around me and shook me a bit, playfully. “Hey, don’t say that, bro. You need to relax. I mean, you didn’t enslave one team, but two, the last time you tried something like that” Huh, he did have a point. I smiled at him, that cheered me up a bit.

“Why don’t you go change into your outfit and come back here?” Said Mike, I almost forgot he was here, to be honest. “We can tell you how do you look if you want”

Garrett smiled “Yeah, don’t worry about us, bro. Mikey and I will catch up a bit”

I nodded, grabbed the clothes and the stuff from the coaches, then left the room. Yeah, I could use a bit of alone time to calm down a bit.

I walked to the communal bathroom and checked if there was anybody inside. Cool, empty.

I started changing. I liked this idea of dressing up to resemble a real coach, for controlling the team. It gave me a bit more confidence, and also felt like dressing up for the part.

First, I putted on some gym shorts and a blue tank top. Damn, the gym was actually giving some results. Last time I tried on these, I looked a bit weird, but now at least I have a bit of muscle to show off.

Next, the coach’s golden chain necklace and the championship rings. I thought about these the moment I enslaved Coach Mark, like some kind of order for him to prove his obedience, disposing some of his precious ‘trophies’ and items. And thought it would be cool to add it to the outfit too. Coach Peter’s sunglasses were the next and final piece. Now, I was ready!

Some random guy came in and looked at me with a confused expression. “Uhm… Forget you saw me in here” His eyes glazed over and nodded. Man, I’ve had it for a long time now, but I still love this power!

I grabbed my stuff and walked out of the bathroom before someone else saw me dressed like this.

When I opened the door, Mike and Gary were sitting one at each bed, facing each other. They stopped talking as soon as I walked in. Both of them looked in awe, like it was something totally unexpected for me to appear dressed like this.

“What? Do I look weird?” I said, checking myself out.

“No, it’s definitely not that” Said Mike

“You look great, coach bro. Just reminded me of the high school days” Gary added, winking at me. I was scared that seeing me like this may have reawaken the previous programming I did with them.

I smiled “Well, I’m glad you liked it!”

Mike reacted some seconds later and smiled too “You know; I have training with the team in a bit. Why don’t you do your thing today now that Gary’s with us? It would probably be a lot funnier that way”

I thought for a bit about it. Wait, why am I so nervous about this? Last time I didn’t take this long to carry out the plan! I’m the leader around here! I’m the coach master! No wait, that sounds a bit lame now that I think of it. I should think of a better nickname for myself. Jock master? Yeah, that’s way cooler. I’m the jock master!

“You know what? Let’s do it today! I just have to change again, there’s a guy that saw me on the communal bathroom dressed like this and I had to erase his memory about it because he made me nervous. I don’t think I can erase the memories of everyone at the quad.”

They nodded. “Do you need a bit of privacy or…?”

“Uh, you’ve both saw me naked so… I mean I don’t even know why I went to the bathroom before since I could have just changed here” We laughed for a while as I changed back into my normal clothes. It seemed so simple but I was having a really good time with my best friend and my ex-bully, everything was cool.

When I finished changing and putted the jock master outfit’s stuff in my gym bag, I asked them if they were ready.

“Hell yeah, let’s show ‘em who’s the boss!” Said Garrett, suddenly energized.

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“So, let me get this straight” The three of us were walking to the football field. Luckily, no one seemed interested in our guest. Mike was asking some questions about the plan, since he was barely involved in the first one (and most of the time he’d been a dumb jock). “You’ll make the team drink those weird drinks, and with that you’ll have the power to control their minds from distance, right?”

“Exactly” I said “You don’t have to drink one, since it will also create a mind link between us, and for some reason, it will make you adore me”

“It’s not that bad, bro” Gary pointed out “But yeah, better be careful if you don’t want to end up with a Pine-adoring cult following you around”

Gary was carrying the drinks in his bag, the plan seemed perfect so far. I’ve already texted Coach Peter that we would be doing it today, so he asked us to arrive a while before the training, so we could fill him in with what he had to do.

We arrived at the coach office. I asked Mike to wait for the others in the locker room.

Coach Peter recognized Garrett at the moment and greeted him. “A shame I don’t get to train you, I could have made of you a star player!” Said the head coach.

Gary rolled his eyes and chuckled, then mumbled something about him already being a star player. “We have more important stuff to talk about” I said, not like enslaving a whole football team is really super important, but I wanted to get this over with today if possible.

“Oh yes, excuse my behavior, Master Pine” He sat in his chair.

“So, first thing first. The whole football team, except Mike, has to drink these special drinks, got it?” I handed the bag with bottles to the head coach. He nodded and took it with him. “Good, I’ll take care of the rest when they’re ready. Gotta change first, I guess”

Coach told us that the training would start in 10 or 15 minutes, depending how fast did the players arrive. That would be enough time. Peter left the room to wait for his players meanwhile I stood there to change.

“It will be alright, bro” Gary reminded me “Like, just imagine we’re back in high school and these guys just cornered you-“

“Can we avoid talking about high school? It’s been cool, we all loved senior year. But we’re in college now” It was mostly because I didn’t want to remember the bullying. And Garrett seemed to mention it a lot, lately.

“Sorry, coach bro. Didn’t want to piss you off, just remembering the good old times” I started changing clothes as he kept talking. “I get that we’re going to different colleges, but I miss hanging out with you, bro. So I decided to start visiting a bit more often, if you’re okay with that”

“Of course I am” I said as I started putted on the tank top and the coach’s sunglasses. Almost done “Just let me know when you’re coming and I may think about something fun to do, alright?”

He smiled and nodded “Yeah, that would be amazing. Thanks coach bro” He came closer and gave me a kiss as I finished dressing. I was exactly like earlier today. Blue tank top, gym shorts. The coaches’ championship rings, chain necklaces, and the sunglasses. It was time for the Jock Master to rock his first show!

As we waited in the coach’s office, I started to hear the coach’s thoughts, mostly to know how was the thing going. It was like hearing a radio program. Since we were close, the link with Peter’s mind was strong. Everyone arrived a few minutes afterwards, with Nick being one of the first besides Mike.

Since the locker room was next to the coach’s office, we could hear what was happening.

The head coach didn’t greet his players at all. He just expected them to be present and formed in a straight line, like it was some kind of military routine. He started yelling the player’s names and each answered with “Present!”.

Everyone was present today, luckily. “Today, we’ve received a load of energetic drinks” ‘Hell of a load, it took me quite a bit to fill them all!’ I thought, as coach kept explaining. “…courtesy of a possible sponsor for the team. I haven’t made anything official yet, though.”

“That’s so cool!” Said Nick. The other players seemed curious about it.

“Indeed, it is” Answered the coach “I propose to drink a few before today’s training. I assure you, it will help a lot. I have a new training routine for all of you, and as always I can only expect the best performance from all of you”

They groaned when they heard about the new routine “WHAT DID YOU ALL SAY?!” Said a seemingly enraged coach, as the players shut up. “I DON’T TOLERATE PUSSIES IN MY TEAM, SO GET YOUR DRINK OR CHANGE AND GO OUTSIDE”

As much as they loved football, seems like the coach ruined it for them. Because everyone grabbed a bottle and started drinking. And when I say everyone, I mean EVERYONE. I’ll explain in a bit.

Just like with Gary, I didn’t felt the connection right away. But then, I could hear their thoughts as clear as the coach’s. They all ranged between the weird taste of the drink to adoration towards me, even though most of them didn’t know me.

What surprised me was that I expected to feel only 23 minds around me. 21 from the team A and B, one for the coach and one for Gary. But, I felt 24. ‘What went wrong?’ I wondered, but suddenly, I felt dizzy. Just for a bit. Like I got fever or something.

Was I exceeding myself trying to control so many guys at the same time? I mean, I’ve only tried a few times. Nah, it’s probably just a beginner thing, I’ll get used to it!

I stepped into the room and the jocks formed in a straight line once again, Mike being at the end of it with the same blank stare and big smile as the others.

He knew the drinks would put him under, so why…? I didn’t have time for that, I had to start with it, I could just ask him later and look for a way to end our mind link. I started speaking “So, I guess you already know who I am?”

“Yes, Master Pine!” They all said. They seemed really happy now. It made me feel good, for some reason, like I was actually making them some favor.

“Alright, but let’s start with some basic stuff. From now on, you’ll recognize me as your real coach. Peter will still help you out and you’ll act like he’s your coach when with other persons, but you’ll know the truth, understood?”

“Yes, Coach Pine!” This was turning out easier than I expected. Gary walked over to where Mike was standing and stared at me.

‘Alright Piney, stay cool and keep going. Remember, you’re the jock master!’ I encouraged myself, then continued. “When on the field, you’ll enter a hyper focused state. You’ll always do your best, understood?”

“Yes, Coach Pine!” They droned once again, and this time, Garrett joined in with the droning. Like the other guys, he had a blank stare with a big smile, I had to be careful to avoid turning my friends into jock slaves. Though, the idea didn’t seem so bad at the moment…

No, focus Pine. You can’t do that. It would be really bad.

I sent Mike a few commands through the mind link to act like himself, before snapping him and Garrett out of the trance. They both blinked a few times and looked at me. “Uh… what just happened?” Asked Mikey, pretty confused.

“I could ask you the same thing, actually” I said, more intrigued than annoyed “But later, now it’s time for the next step of the plan”

My best friend blushed as Gary spoke up “What about the others?” he said, looking at the rest of the players who were still formed in a line.

“The next part is starting with the training. They’ll see me as their coach, and the football stuff is already in so they should get really focused when playing. And since you two went under as well, you should get focused, too”

“Hey, I have an idea. If you’re okay with it, coach bro, we could have a great time with the football team like the old days!” suggested Garrett. I actually considered it, it wasn’t a really bad idea.

“…Yeah, I thought about that before, too” I said. A part of me wanted to do it really bad, and the other just wanted to tell the players to start training. ‘Cmon, nobody will be mad. And it will be fun!’ I told myself.

“Everyone get changed and head to the field!” They droned another ‘Yes, Coach!’ and did as told. That was close, I have to stop thinking with my cock. I only wanted to help them out with the football, not use them as sex toys!

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Everyone headed out and started with the training. I decided to stick with coach Peter’s training plan, and ordered him to make sure everyone was at their best. A quick check at everyone’s thoughts was enough.

Garrett sat on the ground next to me and checked everyone out, as I took some time to read the team’s playbook. “So… I guess that’s really it for the plan? Not making them horny sex slaves?”

I sighed “I’m still thinking about it. For now, I just want to make them better players, then I’ll think about that possibility later” The idea was really appealing to be honest, and my cock hardened every time I thought about it. The shower time would be a better place for that, that’s for sure.

Gary helped me out with the understanding of the playbook and stuff (I would make him forget about it after we finished, just in case. I wanted my team to win!) while the coach took care of the players.

After the training was over, I sent everyone to the showers. According to Peter, everything worked and they improved a lot in just one training session. That’s what I wanted to hear, my work here was done!

The football team’s locker room had looked pretty clean and modern. The open showers were in the back. Everyone started undressing and chatting with each other. Seeing them in their sweaty football gear was the drop that filled the glass. Gone was the good Pine, now I wanted some fun.

When they stepped in the shower and started cleaning up themselves. I undressed too and walked in with them. “So” I started, and everyone turned their attention towards me “As your new coach, one of the things I would like to add is some good bonding time after the training”

They stared at me, confused. Except for Mikey and Gary, they knew what was coming. “And you know what’s good for bonding between teammates?” I continued “Some good sex, am I right?”

Of course I was, and they believed it too, luckily. They started agreeing with me, but I could feel some doubts in their thoughts. I tried to send some commands via the mind link, to make it normal for them to have sex with guys. It seemed to work, at least for now.

Cocks started to harden, muscles were being checked out. It was like paradise, and I was thankful coach did his best training the team for them to be really built.

I tried to memorize a few of their names, since I would be their new coach and all. I recognized Nick immediately, the ginger jock was making out with who I assumed was Brody. A short dude (at least compared to his teammates, he was still 1,7x approx.) with a nice beard. Mike was close to them, with a black dude blowing him off.

Everyone was in couples or in a three-some, except for Gary who wasn’t part of the team, but still enjoyed himself jerking off. I walked towards him, poor guy had the whole idea. I couldn’t leave him alone!

I tapped his shoulder and he turned to me, quickly smiling. “Hey, coach bro. Enjoying your lil’ sex party?”

“I think so, I mean it’s hot and everything but I think I’m more turned on with the control I have over these guys or something” I know it sounded weird, but that was exactly what crossed my mind. Just thinking about making up a command and having them obeying it without doubt… It gave me creeps, but still seemed amazing.

“Well, yeah. I get what you mean, you can do whatever you want with them… Sorry, us, and that’s pretty awesome” He said, pulling me closer to him. “If you like it that much, you should consider doing the same with other teams or whatever. Totally your choice though, coach bro”

I smiled, what was with him and his good ideas today? I pulled him in for a good make out session as the other guys continued around us.

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We returned to our room a while later. The sex was amazing, and I loved feeling in total control once again. Gary had to return to his own college, since he couldn’t skip another football practice for at least some days. Skipping one football practice was nothing, but skipping a few could cost him his place in the team, no matter if the coach ate from his hand or not.

Mike was strangely silent, though. Maybe he thinks I’m mad because he drank the special drink before or something like that. I wasn’t, it was his choice after all. And I didn’t want to dig in his mind searching for some answers.

“What a day, huh?” I said, trying to break the silence.

“Yeah… it was really something. What are you going to do next?” He asked, out of nowhere. He seemed curious. I was glad about that.

“Honestly, I thought a bit about that. I realized I really enjoy being… in control” I confessed, then continued “So I thought about helping the other teams, still without ruining their lives or anything, just helping them and having some fun in the meantime”

I started undressing. As much as I loved dressing as the jock master, my normal clothes were more comfortable to be with.

“I was expecting the orgy with the team. I mean, I already told ya that I would do that too if I had powers, probably. Making the most of them and stuff like that” Said the big guy.

“I won’t read your thoughts or anything” I said, suddenly. It was very straight forward, but there was no way we could get to that specific topic while chatting normally. “Just in case you’re wondering”

“Hey, do it if you want. I won’t stop ya or anything bro. I mean, I don’t think I can, but I think It’ll help a lot in the future. Don’t ask me why, I just know it” Why was he being so mysterious? But alright, if he wanted me to read his mind from time to time, I could easily do that.

It was my turn to go buy the food today, so I grabbed my jacket and wallet. Mike stared at me silently as I got ready to go out, it wasn’t really cold outside, but a jacket was always good during autumn.

I noticed him staring. I tried to read his mind quickly as he changed into his pajama pants with no shirt on. I seemingly caught him mid-thought, so it was a bit incomplete. ‘-wanna go buy food, would rather just stay here watching some Flix shit and laying with my bro, and eating leftover pizza’ Aww. Alright, let’s make him happy once again.

I took off my jacket, even if I just putted it on. I wasn’t going to buy food today. “What are you doing, bro?” He asked, a bit confused.

“Just what you wanted. Now, leave me some space in the bed, I’ll get the laptop” I noticed him blushing. It was his fault, he called my curiosity and made me read his thoughts.

He got in the bed without saying a word and I laid beside him, again in the little space he left me. I started the page as he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer. “We’re not having sex this time, alright?” I clarified, just in case.

“O-of course, whatever you say bro” I must admit, he’s cute when he gets nervous. I picked something he would enjoy and we watched it together. I must admit that I was comfortable, but I wasn’t really paying attention to the show, I lost myself thinking about what would come next.

The football team was now enslaved, now it was time to get another goal.

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ghostking-wenning · 4 years

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Radishes, Chapter 3

This chapter took me like a week to write... and the day I finished it, I wrote all of chapter 4 at once! I hope I’ve been doing a decent job portraying a character with a stutter, and I hope that I’ve been more or less tonally consistent... Let me know! Enjoy 💕👻

2200 words, rated G, NingXian, modern au, first date, et cetera

Qionglin glanced at his phone, yet again. The last time they’d met, Wuxian had slipped him a little note with his number on it, signed with a little “x”. For two days, he’d agonized over what to say; usually the only person he texted was Qing. He drafted more than a dozen messages, each time panicking and closing the app. Eloquent as ever, he finally opted for “Hi, it’s Qionglin.” He paced back and forth in his bedroom, waiting anxiously for a response. Did I wait too long? Maybe he thought I didn’t want to talk to him. What if I already blew it? I should’ve said something else... He caught sight of his face in the mirror: his cheeks were flushed and his brows were drawn so tight he was giving himself a headache.

“Relax,” he told his reflection sternly. He took a deep breath and sighed, sinking into his desk chair. “I’m being ridiculous. It’s just a text message. Worst case scenario is he doesn’t answer.” Sometimes it helped to remind himself that things were rarely as dire as they felt. “Most likely, he’ll answer. He wouldn’t have given me his number otherwise, right?” He reasoned to the empty air. “Best case scenario…” He pondered a moment. What was the best thing that could happen? What did he want to happen? Shaking his head, he decided it was best not to hope for too much.

He spun in his chair a few times, trying to fill the waiting. It was too early to make dinner, but too late to do much else. With little else to distract him from staring restlessly at his phone, he flicked on the TV and channel-surfed for a while. Eventually he dozed off, still sitting at his desk. A loud buzz jolted him awake.

“Oh god,” he gasped, clapping a hand over his heart. He snatched up his phone. 1 New Message.

“Oh god,” he said again.

A crimson-colored chat bubble read: “Hey you! :)”

Qionglin’s heart did a somersault. Logically, he knew it was absurd to get so worked up over a text message, but something about Wuxian made him feel pretty absurd. Though they’d only met a few times, Qionglin caught himself idly (and frequently) thinking about the way Wuxian’s hair swayed when he walked, or how his eyes sparkled when he cracked a joke. He’d been avoiding putting a name to this feeling, but it was starting to look like a full-blown, schoolgirl-style crush -- his first ever. He could feel the blush blooming on his cheeks. Who knew it’d be so embarrassing to have a crush?

His phone buzzed again.

“What are you doing on Friday?”

If his heart was somersaulting before, it was doing a full acrobatics show now. Calm down, don’t overthink it… don’t get ahead of yourself… just answer the question.

“Just working. Why?” After a moment, he added a smiley face. That’s how normal people talk, right? He hit send before he could somehow fuck it up.

The three little dots appeared at the bottom of the window as Wuxian typed. Qionglin watched with bated breath as it disappeared and reappeared a couple of times. Maybe Wuxian was as nervous as he was? The thought was vaguely gratifying, however unlikely.

Another red bubble appeared: “Wanna come to my show? I’ll give you the VIP tour ;)”

A wink! Surely that had to be a good sign!

“I’d love to!” Qionglin typed, then erased. Too strong. Be casual. He tried again. “Yeah, that’d be great!”

“Awesome! Doors at 8, I’ll let them know you’re coming. Can’t wait!” Wuxian said, followed by a map link.

Qionglin realized he was grinning like an idiot, and he didn’t care. “I look forward to it! See you Friday!!”

The next couple of days seemed to drag by. It wasn’t that often Qionglin had something so exciting to look forward to. He powered through his chores and farmwork, and all his downtime was spent restlessly thinking about Friday.

Friday afternoon, he wrapped up early. He took a long, refreshing shower and pulled his hair back the way Wuxian seemed to like so much. Arms crossed, he stood in front of the wardrobe, tsk-ing softly at the rows of coarse fabrics in greens, greys, blacks and browns. Almost all of his clothes were work clothes, faded and worn; hardly rock-concert-worthy. He fished out his least-shabby pair of jeans, and a sage-colored button-down. Fashion was definitely not one of his strong suits, but as he checked his reflection, he thought he looked… decent, at least.

He drove into the city, buzzing with excitement the whole way. The radio wasn’t even on, but he was humming a cheerful tune and drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. Before he knew it, he was scouting out a parking spot a few blocks from the venue, an old nightclub called Devil’s Den. If Wuxian’s band was playing there, Qionglin figured it must be the coolest place in town.

Checking his watch, he saw he was more than an hour early. He wasn’t familiar with this part of town, so he strolled around until he found somewhere he could hang around for a while. Halfway up the street was a charming little cafe that boasted “Best Milk Tea In Town!” on the banner over the door. It seemed as good a place as any to kill an hour.

As it turned out, the milk tea was great! Not that Qionglin had much of a reference point. He really only came to the city for the farmer’s market, or to visit Qing. Had he ever come out here just for fun? He’d certainly never been invited out just for fun before now, which probably should have been a distressing realization. In any case, he was here now, and he was determined to have a great night.

8 o’clock drew nearer and he began to feel antsy. According to the map, Devil’s Den wasn’t far, but he didn’t want to be late, so he set out with a few extra minutes to spare. The sun was beginning to set behind him as he arrived, casting long shadows over the door that were quite apropos for a place with such a macabre name. From the outside, it really didn’t look like much. The windows were shuttered and painted black, and over the door was a small, plain sign bearing its name. Qionglin was almost a little disappointed, but maybe the inside would be more fun.

There were a few other people already milling about outside, so Qionglin joined them and tried to look like he belonged there. After a bit, a large, scowling man with a shaved head and a nose ring came out of the club and stood beside the door, propping it open. A black T-shirt printed with the word “SECURITY” stretched taut over his burly shoulders and chest. He held a clipboard in his hand.

“Y’all here for the show? Get in line.” The security guard said curtly. “Doors in five.”

Qionglin and the small crowd of strangers lined up and waited for the guard to wave them in.

“ID?” He said, when Qionglin reached him.

“Huh? Oh! Right…” Qionglin pulled out his wallet and fumbled for his driver’s license. “H-here…”

“Wen Qionglin…” The guard read, scanning his clipboard. “VIP, eh? Don’t look like one, heh. Here ya go, kid. Yer ticket’s been paid.” He handed Qionglin a ticket printed on heavy cardstock, with red lettering. “Go inside and turn left.” He waved Qionglin away.

“Um, thanks,” Qionglin mumbled as he walked in. After his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he noticed the decor; the floors were dark, polished wood, thick velvet curtains lined the windows, and a few antique Western-style chairs and ottomans stood around the foyer. Band posters and photos in old silver frames covered the walls. A pair of ornate double-doors stood at the end of the short hall, above them the word “Welcome” was written in curly script. To his left, a smaller, simpler door was labelled “Authorized Access Only”. He glanced around a little awkwardly. Was he authorized? Is that what the big red ticket was for?

Suddenly the door squeaked and swung open. Qionglin made a little startled noise and stepped back, already preparing to apologize, though he wasn’t sure what for. In the doorframe, however, stood Wei Wuxian himself, smiling brightly and dressed to kill.

“You’re here!” He said, delighted. He reached out and grabbed Qionglin’s hand, pulling him through the door. “I’m so glad you made it!”

Qionglin was still staring. Wuxian looked amazing. His hair was pulled into a high ponytail, the colored streak peeking through the underside. He wore black jeans, fashionably torn at the knees and up the thighs, revealing fishnet tights underneath. Under his studded leather jacket, his shirt was cherry-red, sleeveless, and cropped, showing off his bare midriff. Qionglin was trying to be subtle, but he could tell he was already blushing. Oh my god.

“Wow,” he said softly.

“What?” Wuxian asked coyly. “Do I look that good? Did I leave you speechless?” The twinkle in his eye was devilish.

Qionglin could only nod, his cheeks blazing even hotter. How does he do that? How can he just say stuff like that without a hint of embarrassment? He wondered.

Wuxian laughed coquettishly. “Why, thank you, you’re the sweetest. You look great too,” he added with a wink.

“I-- what? H-hardly… I, uh, don’t know much about … fashion or whatever,” Qionglin floundered. He stared down at his shoes. “You look incredible, though…”

Wuxian giggled again, the sound refreshing as birdsong. “I do my best,” he said, feigning modesty. “Anyway, lemme give you the tour before I have to go backstage!” He took Qionglin’s hand again and pulled him along. Qionglin tried to focus on the “tour” -- really it was just a short walk through the halls to the greenroom-- but he was distracted by the heat of Wuxian’s hand in his.

“... and these are my bandmates! We’ve been playing together for like, ever.” Letting go of Qionglin’s hand, he gestured to three other people dressed like him, tuning instruments and doing warmups. “Guys, this is my friend, Qionglin.” There was the briefest pause before he said the word “friend”. Qionglin thought he must’ve imagined it.

Qionglin waved shyly. “Nice to meet you…” He was answered with a chorus of “hey”s and “what’s up”s. They didn’t pay him much more mind.

“So that’s the tour!” Wuxian concluded. “We have just a couple minutes before showtime. Let me show you to your seat.” He led Qionglin into the main part of the club, a sprawling room with a long carved bar, dozens of tables and booths, a gleaming dancefloor, and a stage set into the center of the back wall. It was much bigger than Qionglin expected, and more crowded. Wuxian steered him to a table with a direct view of the stage. “Best seat in the house,” he said, pulling the chair out.

“Thank you,” Qionglin said as he sat. “I’m really excited. This is my first concert, you know?”

“Oh right!” Wuxian said. “You might want these, then.” He pulled a pair of spongy ear-plugs from his pocket. “The speakers are pretty intense. Don’t worry, you’ll hear us just fine.”

“Oh, um, got it. Thanks!” Qionglin fiddled with them a little.

“Alright, I have to go now. I’m gonna sing my heart out, just for you, okay? So you better pay attention!” He declared. He spun on his heel, his ponytail swishing as he walked away.

“Just for me…?” Qionglin whispered, watching Wuxian until he disappeared behind a heavy curtain. He swallowed heavily, his mouth suddenly dry. A server spotted him and strolled leisurely over with a carafe of water, like she’d read his mind.

“Can I get you anything else, hun?” She asked affably. The neckline of her shirt was low, showing off tattoos of bursting fireworks across her collarbones. A pendant in the shape of a bullet drew the eye directly to her cleavage; Qionglin resolutely looked her in the eye. Her eyeliner was sharp and her lipstick was dark, but she wore a friendly smile.

“Oh, um, I’m fine, thank you, Miss.” He answered. “Um-- your tattoos are nice.”

She laughed raspily. “Thanks! It’s a reference to an old nickname. This your first time here?” She cocked a well-groomed eyebrow.

“Yes…? H-how could you tell?”

“The clothes, mostly. Most folks in here wear all black, and crosses and skulls or whatever. Kinda nice to see a little color. Anyway, enjoy the show! These punks are a lotta fun.” She waved over her shoulder as she walked away, heels clacking against the floorboards.

Qionglin watched the empty stage for a while. The curtains parted somewhat and a lady in a strappy dress stepped out. She adjusted the microphone, and leaned in.

“Good evening, everyone, and welcome to the Devil’s Den,” she drawled. “Tonight we have a great lineup of local bands, starting with some of our favorite familiar faces. Let’s give it up for…” She paused for dramatic effect. “The Whatevers!”

Qionglin blinked, confused, but he clapped along with the rest of the cheering crowd. The curtains whooshed open, revealing Wuxian and his band. Qionglin clapped harder and waved a little. I thought they’d have a cooler name… He chuckled quietly.

The Whatevers launched right into a song. A driving guitar melody led into Wuxian’s gorgeous singing. Qionglin’s breath caught in his throat. The spotlight shone down on Wuxian, and everything else faded away. Enraptured, Qionglin stared, listening intently. The lyrics were about new beginnings and taking chances, and Qionglin swore Wuxian was looking directly at him the whole time.

#my writing #my art #wen ning #wei wuxian #ningxian #mdzs fanfiction #modern au #keep an eye out for dumb little easter eggs

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winterknight1087 · 4 years

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Science Songs for Their Sunlight

Summary: Logan and Virgil are science YouTubers; Roman and Patton are dealing with these introverted scientists. Lo and Vee write two songs for their boyfriends.

Word Count: 4,988

Warnings: food mention, two small kissed on forehead and cheek, small amount of angst

Pairings: Romantic LAMP

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This is a random idea I had while watching AsapScience so made a small AU out of it, I guess. The two songs are from AsapScience. Highly recommended to watch the videos before reading, or not, whatever I guess :) Science STYLE Cover - Taylor Swift Acapella Parody

The Science Love Song

“What are you doing, Vee?” Logan slumped into the seat next to the man.

Virgil glanced at his boyfriend, deciding if he wanted to address the issue immediately or let it sit a little, before letting out a sigh. “I’m taking a small break from working on a possible new video to look through our YouTube comments for future experiments.”

“Hmm…” Logan was trying to be interested, but nothing really mattered compared to what was on his mind. “What is the video idea? Another lab?”

Virgil nervously shifted. “No, it’s a song. People liked the “Science Wars” one, so I figured that I could be petty back- I mean people would like another song?”

That caught Logan’s attention. “Why do you need a means to be petty and what has Princey done this time?”

Virgil went red as he started playing with his mouse. “I… well… Ro was just being Ro and probably doesn’t mean it. It’s just that it felt a little too personal and I didn’t tell him to stop because we were just poking fun at each other but it just kind of stuck with me so I figured that a passive-aggressive science song would make me feel a bit better about the whole thing. Now that I’m saying it all aloud though, I’m realizing how stupid all of it is and I am now just wasting your time and have already wasted a bit of my own time working on it…”

Logan gently moved Virgil’s hand away from the mouse and set it on his chest. “Virgil, breathe with me. We can discuss the cognitive distortions you are experiencing once you are breathing properly.”

Logan quietly worked the man through the breathing exercises, relieved to have a real distraction from his own issues with their other partners. Finally, Virgil was breathing properly and sat back, looking awkward, but otherwise better.

“Now, let’s talk this through. You are welcome to feel whatever you felt regarding Roman’s… comments. Would you be willing to tell me about them?”

Virgil sighed. “It was just passive things like ‘you nerds are so interested in something so out of style’ and that we aren’t even doing anything fun like making iPhone apps or whatever.”

Logan nodded, shoving his own irritation at Roman’s comments aside. “So, you are working on some song to help you achieve what?”

The man’s head hid behind his hands as his voice squirmed out of his fingers. “It’s a Taylor Swift parody of her song ‘Style’ but about science.”

“May I see what you have so far?”

Against what was probably Virgil’s better judgment, he switched to the video ‘script’. Logan scrolled through the work Virgil had already put into this. It was just as dramatic as ‘Science Wars’ had been.

When did he do all of this work? Logan couldn’t help but wonder.

“If it is any consolation to you, Virgil. I believe this would be incredibly well received by our fans. I also believe it is a fair… what is the term?... oh clapback at the science haters.”

“Yeah?”

Logan nodded. “Yes. You have my full support and willingness to participate in this parody for our channel. Please inform me when you wish me to set up our cameras and sound equipment for the recording.”

“Heh. Thanks, Lo.” Virgil had a small grin now, but it quickly vanished. “OK, so my problem has been addressed. What’s got you all weird?”

It was Logan’s turn to sigh. “I may have overheard our partners discussing how my attempts at showing affection are sublime.”

“I don’t see Patton ever saying something like that,” Virgil stated.

Logan nodded. “He wasn’t openly saying it, but he had been with Roman discussing ways to explain what love was because, and I quote, ‘Logan just doesn’t seem to understand’.”

Virgil thought that over before carefully answering. “That still doesn’t feel like something Pat would say or do, Lo. I have a feeling that you are missing a bit of information from what happened.”

He nodded. “That is what I assume as well, but it is still hard to not worry about. I don’t wish to bring this up with Patton as I am sure it was supposed to be a private conversation, but I wish to do something.”

“Huh, same solution for different issues.” Virgil huffed with amusement.

“What do you mean?”

“A science love song,” Virgil answered. “You can show Patton that your understanding of what love is may not be the same as his, but you do understand, and you can fill it with cute little lines that Patton will love.”

Logan thought about it. “I… believe that may work. One issue though, I do not write the songs we perform. You do. I am not well-versed in song-making.”

Virgil smiled at the poor nerd. “You write a bunch of lines about love and science, all your own words, and I can arrange it into a song. I should be finished with my petty revenge by the time you are done.”

“But lines like what? That ‘the chemical formula for love is C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2’?”

“‘…and you make my brain the chemist who produces it.’ There you go. One line of science love.” Virgil commented. “Wait, do you really have the formula for love in your memory?”

Logan wasn’t sure he had ever blushed as deep red as he was right then. “I will plead the Fifth before returning to my study to consider what you have proposed.”

“Nerd.” Virgil laughed as he returned to his own work.

* * * *

“RoRo, I’m starting to get worried about those two. Neither of them has shown up longer than a few minutes to get more coffee or a snack from the fridge since yesterday morning.”

Roman’s eyebrow shot up. “Well, I figured Vee would be off hiding but Lo is too?”

Patton gave the other a questioning look. “And why do you figure VeeVee?”

“I…Well… We were having some of our normal banter and I think one or two of my comments shook him more than normal. I tried to talk to him about it, but he said that he was fine.”

“Roman, what did you say to our poor anxious babe?”

“It was just normal banter stuff! We were poking fun at each other’s views of Disney, music, YouTube preferences, that sort of thing. I think one just got under his skin this time.”

“And what about Logan?”

“I didn’t say anything to him! Other than my normal morning and proclamations of love for our dear nerd!” Roman threw a hand over his chest, pretending to be offended that Pat would suggest he hurt two of his loves in the same day. “Maybe he’s helping Vee with whatever I said that set him off.”

Pat leaned against the counter thinking. “I don’t know, Ro. I’m just getting worried about the two of them. Normally, they would at least have a meal with us if they were doing stuff.”

“It is nothing to be concerned about, Patton.” Logan’s voice appeared before the man himself. “We are merely working on some interesting video ideas for our channel.”

Roman raised an eyebrow at him. “You almost sound excited, Lo.”

Logan rolled his eyes but didn’t respond to the prince. “Were you requiring us for something, Patton?”

“No, but I can just miss seeing my two favorite science nerds!” Patton answered, cheerfully, desperately trying to keep his concern to a minimum.

Logan started preparing a couple of sandwiches. “Both of us have made sure to seek you out and show you that we are fine, Patton. There is no need to be concerned about Virgil and me. Our video is just very special to the two of us, so we are focused on that right now.”

“What’s the video about, our amazing northern star?” Roman asked.

Logan paused for a moment, which made the sunshine half of the relationship worry even more. “We will show the two of you once we are finished. It’s merely a video about an important formula: C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2.”

“And how you have that entire thing memorized is still beyond me!” Virgil stated, making the three men jump, not having noticed him join them.

“I thought you were deep in the middle of the composition, Virge.”

The anxious man grinned as he raised a very familiar item up. “I was, but we ran out of coffee.”

Logan grinned. “Oh, the beloved C25H28N6O7.”

“I guess the nerds aren’t making a video on coffee then?” Roman sounded like he was trying to state it, but his lack of chemical formulas made it into a question.

Patton took the coffee pot from Virgil. “Just how much coffee have you two consumed since yesterday?”

The starlight half glanced at each other before Logan answered. “Together? I want to say about six pots? I assure you that we have also had water and tea intermixed with the coffee.”

Patton’s finger tapped the side of the empty pot. “Before I let you two have another, I would like to ask that you two show up for dinner tonight, alright? Yes, Logan, I can see that you are making Virgil and yourself sandwiches. I still wish to have a proper dinner with all three of my boyfriends!”

Once again, the starlight half looked at each other. This time, the looks were clearly fond and amused, which ease something in Patton.

“Only if we might request that we have the house to ourselves tomorrow. We have quite a bit of recording to accomplish and would like the assurance that we aren’t bothering the two of you.” Logan answered.

“Bothering us? With what? You two rarely make enough noise that it passes through the walls.” Roman commented.

“What is this, 20-questions? Can we just make this request without having to explain everything?” Virgil asked.

Patton sighed. “Alright, but more secrets? I’m starting to become really worried about the two of you. Did we do something wrong? Please, just assure me of that. Did we do or say something wrong to either of you?”

“What?” Logan sounded surprised. “No, of course not, Patton.”

“Well, Ro has said plenty, but nothing is wrong, Pat. We are just excited about what we’re working on and we want to have it finished quickly. The two of you will be the first to see the finished product, Lo and I promise! You’ll understand once you see the video!”

“Alright,” Pat sighed. “I’m not sure what Ro and I will do, but we’ll let you two do your thing tomorrow.”

Logan smiled at him. “Why don’t you leave that to me? This part of the video process is pretty much Virgil’s job anyway. It’ll be a way for us to apologize for worrying you.”

“Oh, you don’t have to! We can figure something out.”

“Have and want are two different things.”

Roman, being the dramatic prince he was, pretended to crumple under the table. “Such horror! Lo-berry using Patty-Cake’s own ideas against him!”

“Perish then,” Virgil stated, taking the coffee pot from Patton and setting the machine up.

* * * *

What the sunshine gays wouldn’t find out until dinner was that Logan set them up for a day of their favorite activities, ones that the starlight gays had no interest in participating in. He explained it away to Virgil that Roman wouldn’t be able to complain about never getting to go dancing for at least a month after tomorrow.

Virgil nodded along, knowing that whatever Patton and Roman had actually been discussing, they would understand just how much Logan loved both of them after tomorrow. A full day of things both of them loved and enjoyed? With nothing close to an ‘I’ll do it because someone else loves it’ option? Virgil was watching the planning masterpiece of a man truly in love.

* * * *

The next morning, the four boyfriends enjoyed a sleepy breakfast together. Virgil had spent almost an hour making sure everything was perfect before Patton and Roman sat at the table. Logan came down a full ten minutes later but still appreciated the effort Virgil put in, though he was mildly concerned about whether Virgil had actually gone to sleep or not.

Once breakfast was finished, Logan presented Patton and Roman copies of their itinerary. He had already placed an extra in the car and sent a photo of it into their group chat, knowing that the two were probably going to somehow lose the paper copies and, if he were a betting man, one of their phones.

Patton was pulling on his shoes as Virgil started dumping some of their recording stuff on the living room couch. He could see how excited the normally anxiety-ridden man was. Virgil was humming a song, Patton wasn’t sure but it sounded like Taylor Swift, as he worked. The sight was enough to finally get rid of the worry Patton had been feeling and fill him with his own excitement.

Upstairs, Roman was starting to become more confused, rather than relaxed. Logan was acting very… un-Logan-like. He had a small, shy smile as he went about gathering things. Roman was also certain he could hear the normally stoic man muttering science stuff under his breath about atoms, balancing equations, and another chemical formula. Logan even went as far as to compliment Roman’s outfit!

“What is up with you, Calculator Watch!” Roman finally demanded.

Logan looked shocked as his body took an automatic step back. “What are you talking about, Roman?”

“You are acting weirder than normal!”

“Do I not normally compliment your choice of outfit when you dress up?” Logan asked, confused.

“I…Well… Yes, you do… But?”

Logan glanced at his watch. “Patton and you should be leaving fairly soon if you wish to make the movie.”

“Uh… Yeah, right. Off I go, I guess?”

Logan kissed his cheek before returning to whatever it was he had been doing. Roman was feeling even more off now but didn’t say anything else. Downstairs was almost normal if the Emo ever actually listened to pop music. The comment slipped from Roman’s lips before he’d actually thought about it.

“Not my fault that you are constantly getting weird songs stuck in my head. I have to listen to some pop songs in order to finally have at least the full song in my head when one of your random bursts gets a single line stuck.” Virgil answered.

“Oh, just let them be, RoRo. They’re excited about their video, so let them be excited. It’s a nice change compared to their usual show of interest.” Patton said as they got into the car.

“Which is little to none! It’s strange!” he answered.

Patton slipped his hand into Roman’s as he backed out of their driveway. “Put it aside and let’s enjoy our day out. Logan put a lot of thought into it, so let’s make sure we enjoy it!”

“True, alright, Padre, let’s see!” Roman reached into his pocket for his copy of the schedule, only to find it wasn’t there.

“Logan really does know us.” He commented, grabbing the car copy.

* * * *

“So, you’re telling me that this song is designed as a simple thing because it’s Logan’s song?”

“Yeah, I figured simpler would be better for him.”

“Gurl, if those two sunshine and rainbow gays do not love this, I say the two of you dump them and let me join. I’ll even bring my own sunshine.”

“Remy, it is not considerate to drag Emile into a polyamorous relationship without consulting with them about it first.”

“Gurl, you are lucky those two will absolutely love this then.”

Virgil rolled his eyes before looking at all the friends who had agreed to help them on such short notice. “Thank you all so much for helping us with this. We have a lot to do, and little time so let’s get this long day of filming over with!”

The team decided to conquer the Science Style video first as there were a lot of working parts to it compared to the Science Love Song. Did everyone in the room know it was insane to try and record two full songs in one day? Yes. Were they determined to beat some imaginary record on video making skills? Absolutely.

As Logan checked in with everyone, he felt relief fill him that Pat and Ro were out for the day. The team had split into different groups: filming, animation and drawing, editing, and sound, each taking up a room of their own. Filming had the living and dining room. The art group had the kitchen, which had the most light as they screamed, kicking out any and everyone trying to take their lighting away. Editing sat in their bedroom, taking advantage of all comfortable spots as they worked. Sound sat in the house’s converted studio. Logan was shocked at the amount of work they were all placing into this video, and he was suddenly struck with something as he knew he couldn’t have ever made better friends.

With his small break, Virgil made everyone sandwiches for lunch. They’d all agreed on pizza for dinner as a reward for all the stuff they had accomplished today, but Virgil figured that sandwiches were a safe enough option for lunch. People would be able to eat them as they wished when they weren’t solely focused on their task. Once that was done, and as he was called back to recording, he sent off the pizza order so that the store had time to make the ten pizzas. Thank goodness for coupons, Virgil couldn’t help but think as he was maneuvered to his spot.

* * * *

“RoRo! Look!”

Roman turned and saw a little pottery painting shop. “Lo’s schedule says we’re supposed to be having lunch, Pat.”

“But we’re going to a buffet later! Let’s go make something for our precious scientists! We can make them new coffee mugs!”

Roman pretended to think about it as Patton put up his greatest attack. “Oh no! Patty-dog eyes! One of my three weaknesses! Right up there with Lo’s pleased smirk and Virge’s giggles! I shall never recover from this great defeat! What shall we put on these mugs of those nerds?”

“Well, they are super into whatever science video they are making today, so why don’t we make it something about science for them? LoLo has been super interested in chemistry and those long formula things, so we could put like different ones on it with like the weird drawings that go with them! It’s a simpler idea, but he enjoys the smaller details and we could draw the formulas for happiness, love, interest, that sort of thing. For VeeVee we could do little science images like lab coats, little goggles, and a flask thingy or the Mars rover with the 1s and 0s spelling out ‘we love you’! It’ll be still science-y but full of images of science things he likes!”

Roman nodded as he opened the door for his heart. “How about you work on Lo’s and I do Vee’s? I think I have an idea for his.”

Patton nodded. “Alright, but we are signing both of them with lots of love, OK?”

Roman placed a kiss on the other’s forehead, as a worker came over to help them. “Of course!”

* * * *

“OK, Patton just texted saying that they are leaving the swing dance club–which I still do not believe exists, for your information,” Virgil commented to Logan.

Emile giggled. “Guess it’s time for all of us to skedaddle outta here if we want to be One Jump ahead of your SO’s!”

Talyn glanced up from their laptop. “There is still so much editing to do.”

Logan chuckled. “We can explain to those two why you and Joan are on our couch. It means so much that all of you helped us do the impossible. Thank you!”

“Gurl, I think Lo needs to go to bed if he’s getting sentimental. Well, see you ladies and non-binary gentlefolk tomorrow for the adorable reveal!” Remy announced as Emile dragged him out the door.

Logan and Virgil got to cleaning up once everyone but Joan and Talyn was gone. Thankfully, their friends had been neat, so it was mostly straightening things and taking out the trash. The two boyfriends grinned at each other before plopping onto the couch with the last two.

Almost half an hour later, Patton and Roman walked through the door, talking about something they’d seen earlier. They were mildly startled to see two extra people in their living room, but Patton let out a squeal before tackling Talyn in a hug. After some chitchat, Joan suggested they head to the studio to continue working on the edits. Virgil went with them, after telling Patton that Logan was to go to bed. The man did not appreciate it but did as he was told.

Three of the four boyfriends curled up in their bed, unfortunately, used to the forth not being there. Pat pouted at that thought, wishing Vee would go to bed more often, but if Joan and Talyn were going to work through the night on the video edits, Virgil was going to be there as well. Patton didn’t know that the other two in the bed were also thinking the same thing.

* * * *

“RoRo and I need to go pick something up. Did you two want us out for longer?”

“Nah, I think we are good to go. Would you mind if some more of our friends came over later though?”

“Our dark prince wanting to throw a party? Who are you and what have you done to our beloved introvert!”

Joan grinned. “Exhaustion has finally claimed the boi!”

“I’m not the one who couldn’t say Viking metal at least.”

“What?”

The two sleepy ones started to giggle while Talyn looked ready to shove them into a fiery pit. “They kept saying Vetal Miking.”

“How the three of you ended up discussing that is beyond me,” Roman commented. “But I have no issue with a friendly get together! How about you, Patty?”

“I’ll be sure to pick up some more snacks! We seemed to have run out.”

Logan snorted which sent all three sleepy ones into a fit of exhausted giggles. He rolled his eyes at them, which made them giggle even harder. Pat and Ro went to pick up their mugs while Logan made Vee, Joan, and Talyn take a nap. Not too long afterwards, Roman and Patton returned with bags, chatting, but were quickly silenced by Lo, who waved at the sleeping figures on the couch. After a quiet lunch, Logan texted their friends that they were welcome to return for the reveal.

It was approximately two hours after lunch, Logan surmised, by the time everyone arrived, each ready to watch the final product of their extensive effort yesterday. He was a bit nervous to see what it looked like as only Virgil, Joan, and Talyn saw what was finished. Finally, Virgil pulled up the first video and told their sunshine half that this was the first of two videos. He started with the Science parody of Style.

Roman instantly knew this was what became of Virgil’s unease with his comments. Not that Virgil would ever know, but Roman tucked away the thought ‘avoid making fun of science videos’ into his list of things not to poke fun at. Despite this, he was laughing with everyone else at the two nerds trying to be cool and just being their nerdy selves.

“I guess I now know why you were humming Taylor Swift yesterday.” He joked once the video was finished.

“You were still the reason I even knew of that song’s existence. So, it’s still your fault.” Virgil laughed. “So, is science out of style?”

Roman laughed as he yanked the nerd into a hug. “I guess not, but you two pretending to have style is so out of style. I love it and I love you dorks.”

“Alright, so next song is quite a bit of a change in tempo from that, so you two enjoy!”

By the point the song got to the line ‘I’ll be your star if you’ll be my space’, Patton was sobbing and clinging to Logan. Lo was adorably shy and smiley and Patton just couldn’t help but cling to the stoic nerd. He didn’t fully understand some of the more specific scientific parts but it was a love song and his two favorite nerds wrote it and like it was perfect!

“Alright, so I understand the first video, but what was up with the second?” Roman asked.

Logan awkwardly cleared his throat. “I may have overheard you and Patton discussing how I don’t seem to understand love, so Virgil proposed that we make a scientific love song.”

“Oh no no no no!” Patton pulled him in even tighter. “I was saying that you didn’t seem to understand what I was doing to show you affection! That wasn’t about you, Logibear! You show love in small things. I wanted to know what I could do to show my love to you, in ways you would be comfortable with!”

“See, there was more that you didn’t know, Lo,” Virgil commented.

“Wait, then what was that formula you were sprouting out then?” Roman asked.

Virgil huffed. “He has the formula for love memorized and tricked me into realizing what it was too! Blasted chemicals for dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin! He tricked me into memorizing the formula as well! He didn’t even use the cute line that started the entire song idea! Like, come on! You’d have been a puddle for ‘the chemical formula for love is C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2, and you make my brain the chemist who produces it’.”

“Gurl, I almost want to see you try and shove that line into the song,” Remy commented.

“Actually, that reminds me! RoRo, this is the perfect time to give them their presents!” Patton giggled.

“If our beloved heart says so, then so shall it be!” Roman announced before picking up two bags, one purple, and the other navy.

“GAAAAAAY!” one of their friends called, causing an amused chuckle to ripple through the group.

Logan and Virgil accepted their bags with confusion. Logan pulled his mug out first and looked over the various chemicals and their structural formula designed on the mug. Each was in one of their favorite colors. Dopamine was in red. Oxytocin was in a navy blue whereas Serotonin was in a lighter blue. The final formula was endorphins, which were in purple. Logan bit his tongue as he began to pick out the minor errors in the structural formulae. He would probably end up taking a Sharpie or something and carefully fixing the errors later, but for now, he vocally praised the mug, knowing that Pat and Ro designed it with him in mind, which was more worthy of his attention than some small errors.

Virgil pulled his mug out to find the word STEAM on it. Behind each letter was a cartoon of something related to it. The ‘S’ had a lab coat, goggles and a beaker like a scientist. The ‘T’ had an iPhone with little apps that Roman has suggested Virgil attempt to make. ‘E’ had a computer screen on it with a bunch of 0s and 1s on the screen (which Roman would later tell him was binary code for ‘we love you’ and Virgil did not tear up at that, no siree). ‘A’ was the props from their Science Wars video. ‘M’ had a coordinate plane with the shape and equation of a heart on it. It was so extra and so obviously Princey and Patton that Virgil couldn’t help but love the mug, even if it were a bit more eccentric than his normal style.

“Wow, you two are just as nerdy as we are.” Virgil commented, before yanking the other three into a tight hug.

“Well, we do happen to have two brilliant scientists as our boyfriends, so it was bound to happen that we would pick up some nerdy things.” Patton giggled.

The group hung out for a bit before people had to get going. Logan stopped Remy and Emile before insisting that they ensure Joan and Talyn got home safely. The non-binary pals tried to fight it, but Mama Remy was already in full swing, so they accepted their fate. Virgil watched, knowing that they had it lucky, especially when Mama Lo turned on him.

Half an hour later, Virgil was cocooned in blankets with his boyfriends surrounding him on their bed, ensuring that he wouldn’t make a bid for freedom. He had a fat smile on his face as Pat and Ro gushed over the videos and Lo explained some of the finer points to them.

How two scientists managed to fall in love with these two rays of sunlight, Logan could only theorize. He did know that they were the loves of his life. He watched as his starlight fell asleep to the sunshine’s chatter, finding his eyes getting heavy as well.

Patton was unsurprisingly the next one to fall into the realms of sleep. While he loved the videos equally, the love song was soft and specifically for them. His mind couldn’t help but replay every word from it, softly singing him to sleep with the insanely intelligent men around him.

Roman was the last to give in. He carefully set aside Lo and Pat’s glasses so that they didn’t accidentally break them. Roman smiled, staring at his three loves: Logan, his stars; Virgil, his moon; and Patton, his sun. He gave an amused huff as he shut his eyes. Maybe Lo and Vee did rub some of their nerdiness on him, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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petitprincess1 · 5 years

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Mad Love

Summary: A commercial for BH Org. ends up getting disrupted, or maybe even improved, by Clemencia, as she shares her tips on dealing with the most plaguing and revolting force on this planet: Love.

Words: 1,330

Warnings: You may bleed out your eyes from pure insanity and dark humor-ish. This was a lot of fun to make.

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Narrator: Greetings, you boorish bottom feeders! Have any of you experienced the oh-so abominable and weak feeling known as “love”? Even worse, have you had this feeling for your enemy? Whether it be completely romantic or just a wayward crush, you’ve most likely felt your heart beat right out of your ribcage when facing your opponent, causing you to lose more than usual (*fast* unless-you-are-using-the-products-created-by-the-Black-Hat-Organization). Do you wish for this devilish and barbaric feeling to disappear or even how to use it for evil? Fear not, you disgusting disappointments, once again, the Black Hat Organization has the cure for you! Who better to turn your overbearing sappiness to an obsessive, dark romance in the most effective way possible than by the lascivious lizard herself! Everyone put your hands together for the savage saurian, the rocking reptile, the caustic chameleon, Demenci-AAH!

The screen shows Demencia’s bedroom and on top of her bed is a large, fluffy, lump of blue, a bit of white, and some hot pink that was slowly moving up and down.

Narrator: Eugh! What is that? Is it alive? Quick! Call the Hatbots and get that vile thing exterminated imm-

Before he could finish, the lump of blue moved as a face, limbs, and a body showed itself as it stretched out from underneath, revealing a girl who was wearing a unicorn hoodie. She yawned as her arms wrapped around one Demencia’s pillows and she pushed her face into it. Then came the sound of heavy breathing.

Narrator: Cl-Clemencia! What the hell are you doing here and in Demencia's room!?

Clemencia lifted her face from Demencia's pillows with a drunken look on her face and then giggled at the Narrator, "The window was wide open, of course! I think anyone can agree that if someone left their window, door, or secret entrance open, then that perfectly allows any stranger to come in, right!?"

She blinked cutely at him with wide eyes, but it was such slow blinks that it made him uncomfortable.

Narrator: ...W-Well, either way, I need to alert Lord Black H-

"Oh no. You can't do that~ That wouldn't be fair to the wife and kids, don't you think?"

Narrator: Oh, please, what an empty threat You don't know where my family lives! Hahahaha-

As the narrator laughed, Clem's head slowly tilted to the side at a weird, horrifying angle, even making bones snap in her neck, as her grin grew wider.

Narrator: Eh, heh...you d-don't...do you?

Clem just winked at him and smiled, "Read the script, please~"

Narrator: Eh...wh-what? S-Script? But I- Oh, what is this? A rewrite? Oh, uh, th-thank you, um...ahem! As I was saying so obviously before, who better to turn your overbearing sappiness to an obsessive, dark romance in the most effective way possible than by, eh, Demencia’s number one fan herself! Everyone put your hands together for the pastel punk, the cuddly killer, the cute cutthroat, oh boy, Clemencia!

Clemencia was now lying seductively on the bed with her hand slowly moving up her leg as she greeted, “Bienvenidos, ovejas sin espinas, Clemencia aquí para enseñarles a los idiotas cómo enamorarse de verdad~”

Narrator: No! No! English channel! English!

Clemencia blinked at him and then giggled, “Oh, right! Heehee~ Sorry!”

She then sat up, as she pulled out a Demencia plushie that was ripped to shreds and was missing a leg. She hugged it tightly and the repeated, “Welcome, you spineless sheep, Clemencia here to teach you idiots on how to truly fall in love! And what better format to teach you with thaaaaannnn,” she took out a bunch of crayons, glitter markers, papers, and a bucket that looked like it could be filled with red paint, “CLEMENCIA TI-”

Narrator: Clemencia, this isn’t a normal ten minute video! We are running out of time and you need to make your point very quickly or you’ll just get cu-

Clemencia made some random noise as he was talking, “hnnnnnnNNNNNNG CLEMENCIATIPS!!!!!”

A bunch of childishly made drawings somehow appeared, as well as a simply drawn Clemencia. The unicorn girl spoke, showing images of Dark Phantom’s heart being stepped on by Vanity, while he’s also getting punched, “So, you want to know how to capture the interest of your lover and make them fall to as your prey, huh? Well, the best way to do that iiiiisssss~ through getting to know them! And there’s no better way to figure out your darling enemy then through tracking their every move~”

She drew several images of her stalking Demencia by hiding in bushes, looking at her through windows, and tapping herself to Dem’s ceiling at night to watch her sleep. Clemencia then suggested, “That is, unless your opponent has amazing detection skills like my magnificent love, Demencia,” next image was of her pretending to be Demencia’s mirror by standing right in front of her, while Dem was wielding an axe, even though she looks nothing like her and doesn’t even bother changing her clothes. She went on, “If that comes to pass, then you can always leave a gift for them! Nothing says “I love you” more than a mysterious package showing up randomly with no label on it whatsoever.”

It was an image of the hero, Angel, looking down at a box with many question marks around her head. She then slowly opened the box and peeked inside, while Clem added, “You can fill the package with whatever you want, but make sure that it’s memorable. So, that way, they’ll be thinking of you no matter what,” the next image was quick cut to Angel sitting in a corner and rocking back-and-forth, tearing her hair out.

Clemencia then listed, “Other things that you can do are dates,” drawings of Bonnivet eating with a spaced-themed hero, who was tied up in a chair and gagged, “star gazing,” Flug sending a nature powered hero into space, “karaoke,” 505 and WH Hatbot singing karaoke like best buds, “or if things turn sour and the hero dumps you or, even worse, you dump the hero, you can always just give them a nice, big hug!”

An image of Clemencia hugging Metauro appeared, while everything around them bright and glowy and they were so happy. ...Then there was an image of a house burning in the background, while Clem held him tighter in the drawing, “TO HOLD THEM BACK WHILE YOU BURN DOWN EVERYTHING THAT THEY LOVED!!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!”

The images slowly burnt away to maniacally laughing Clemencia as everything around her seemed to go up in flames, making her seem truly sadistic as the pink fire licked at her skin and didn't seem to do any damage. Then everything went back to normal as she calmly finished, “However, if you follow my steps, then you should be able to follow everything as simply as pulling someone’s intestines out from their noses!”

Narrator: Eeeeehhhh...is that even possible?

Clemencia grinned wickedly, “Yes, yes it is! Let me show you!”

Narrator: NO NO NO N-

Suddenly, his screaming got interrupted by something breaking down off-screen as Demencia’s voice popped, “What the hell are you doing in here, you walking diabetic shock!”

Clemencia’s eyes turned into hearts as she giggled deliriously, squeezing the doll so tightly that the head popped right off. Her eyes then turned back to normal as the sound heavy, mechanical footfalls came in and she went back to the camera, concluding, “If you follow these easy steps, then you’re sure to have your love slobbering at your dingy, dollar store shoes in no time! I better get going~ I know I’ll be seeing all you lovelies….very soon~” She then giggled crazily at her threat as she disappeared right as soon as an axe came flying towards her, getting embedded into the wall.

Narrator: Ugh...I hate my j-

Demencia: You...You let her in my room, you dumbfuck!

Narrator: N-NO!!! I WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING!!!! PLEASE, DON- AAAAAAAA-

The only sound that was heard before the camera cut off was the sound of a chainsaw revving.

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kairi-chan · 5 years

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"So close to the good parts, so damn close" for MitsuSumi or BoruSara, please!

Title: Boruto’s Frustration

Genre: Humor / Fluff

Rating: T

Beta read by: @anastasiapancake

A/N: Fourth wall fic for FnF and some hints for the next chapters of IGY!

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Boruto sat on the floor, his legs crossed in front of him. Around him were many scripts, haphazardly opened and thrown about. His face was mere inches away from the script in his hands. His blue eyes skimmed the pages, brows furrowed in concentration. He released a short shout of frustration and slammed the script down on his lap. “So close!” He shouted before salty, comical tears streamed down his face. “So damn close to the good parts…” he continued to cry for a moment more before sniffling. “I can never catch a break!” “What are you crying about, Boruto?” Boruto screamed and fell to his side. “Mitsuki!” He held on to his right ear, and shivered, still feeling his friend’s hot breath on his skin. “Don’t sneak up on me like that! Personal space, dude!” Mitsuki only smiled. “What were you doing?” Once Boruto recovered, he got back up and dusted his jacket off. With a pout on his face, he responded, “Read the Functions and Feelings script for chapter ten.” “Ah.” Mitsuki nodded and sat down next to Boruto on the ground. “That did take an unexpected turn, didn’t it?” “Heh!” Boruto crossed his arms tightly, and his frown deepened. “Unexpected? It’s so typical of Kairi to do this to me!” Mitsuki chuckled and picked up a much thicker script. He then pointed at the title page and said, “Don’t worry. This one has some action for you, doesn’t it?” Boruto rolled his eyes. “That’s just a draft. No actual content yet. You know her, she’ll probably find another way to rewrite it and take the smut out.” “She has been discussing the plot a lot with her beta-readers. It’s also coming quite close to the end, isn’t it?” Boruto used his fingers to make air quotes. “Close to the end.” His arms fell to his lap and then grumbled, “Like you’d believe that shit. She’s having too much fun with that story.” “Mitsuki-kun?” The two of them looked back and spotted a girl with purple hair. “Oh, Boruto-kun, you’re here too.” “Hey there, Sumire!” Boruto grinned. The girl smiled and approached them. She trained her gaze on Mitsuki and spoke, “Mitsuki-kun, we have a briefing…”

“Ah yes.” He stood up and dusted himself off. “At Kairi’s office, right?”Sumire shook her head and clasped her hands behind her. “No, it’s at Ninbucks now. I came here to tell you.” Boruto lifted his brow. “A briefing? For the two of you?” Sumire nodded and grinned. “Mitsuki-kun and I have been getting more requests.” “Ooh?” Boruto leaned closer and waggled his eyebrows. “BDSM and Chill Part 2?” The poor girl turned red as a tomato and covered her face. “N-no! It isn’t like that!” Boruto held on to his stomach and laughed. Mitsuki snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “It’s okay, Sumire. I love your perverted side.” “Mitsuki-kuuun!” Sumire cried, to which Mitsuki only smiled. Her face was so red, it looked like she was ready to explode. Someone burst through the door. “Boruto!” Her tone was all too threatening. “Oh shit.” The blond got up on his feet, ready for anything she might throw at him.

“You forgot!” “Double shit,” Boruto muttered. He grinned and scratched the back of his head. Perhaps pulling the cute boyfriend card would work. “Sorry, Sarada, but… what did I forget?” Mitsuki facepalmed.

Sarada was fuming. “We have an interview tomorrow! The questions are hard, you know. Mostly personal questions about us…” she then looked away. Boruto raised his brow. “So what? We always get asked about us anyway.” “You don’t get it!” Sarada grumbled. “About our relationship.” “Oh, that’s hard,” Mitsuki chimed in. “Are you two still keeping it under wraps?” Sarada sighed. “Yes. Better we break the news after Functions and Feelings finishes and we pass a certain chapter in I Got You.” She crossed her arms. “Something about better publicity that way.”

“Must be hard needing to hide it…” Sumire mused. “You bet!” Boruto exclaimed. “Always needing to,” he created air quotes with his fingers again, “date other girls just to hide it is such a hassle. I can’t stand those girls sometimes.”

Sumire giggled when Sarada rolled her eyes. “Sure, Boruto.” Boruto feigned shock and hurt. He always was the dramatic type. Quickly, he took her hand to his heart and said, “Darling, don’t you believe me?” Sarada puffed her cheeks and harrumphed. Boruto couldn’t help but feel his heart soar. She was jealous. And she was so cute whenever she was jealous.

“You two get along so well!” Sumire smiled. “They make a great couple, don’t they?” Mitsuki returned her smile. “No, we don’t!” The two of them burst in unison. Right after they caught what they said, Sarada covered her mouth with her hands and looked at Boruto with wide and apologetic eyes. Boruto also looked shocked that they said it.

Why would they say that? Force of habit? For years, the two of them kept denying their feelings for each other. It had only been a little over a month since they officially got together, although they had been dating for nearly a year. It was mostly their career that stopped them from making it official—or so they said. “I’m sorry…” Sarada mumbled. “S’okay.” Boruto grinned and pulled her into a hug. Sumire smiled and leaned on Mitsuki’s shoulder while watching the two. Mitsuki pulled her closer and smiled, too. “I guess you’re ready for your interview if denying it and taking it back so fast was your immediate reaction,” Sumire commented. Boruto grinned at her, never letting Sarada out of his arms. “You bet.” He then looked at Sarada. “We’ll wing it?” She rolled her eyes. “No. We’ll go through the questions together later.” “As long as I get a little something after,” Boruto smiled suggestively. —Outside of the lounge, a loud slap! was heard, and a sharp cry of pain.

A/N: I’m not gonna write that smut. Not today, Zurg!

You can read more of my stories in my master post, or visit my FFnet!

If you like my work, care to sit down and have a ko-fi with me?

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weretheoneswhowrite · 6 years

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Want to know what's your favorite writers process for cranking out these engaging stories? Want to know how they build such realistic worlds and impressive dialogue?

Well now you can as we asked our talented spectrum of writers a few questions that will help you get to know them better.

These ladies really put in the work to bring you the stories we all love to obsess over and WTOWW are very happy we took the time to get to know them so much better!

First up we have @jonesywrites aka Kendra. She is a heavy hitter and a permanent marker in the Richonne Fanfiction hall of fame for her pieces like Bad Thangs, Machine Heart and Vantage Point and a host of other great stories that are not limited to only the Richonne Fandom. Her talent for world building is really unmatched, it was fun getting to pick her brain.

So take a few moments to relax, let's get to know Kendra a little better.

Why is Richonne so fun to write?

“I'm a huge romantic. Richonne's chemistry has always been so intense on screen, which is exactly what drew me to them. Exploring that chemistry in my writing is a total thrill because so much of my writing relies on details that the actors give me in abundance. Getting those details right (true to what you see on screen) makes me sooo happy as a writer.”

Do you have a writing schedule?

“Ha! I wish I did. I'm all over the place. It's hard to find the time to really dive in, so I'm stuck writing a paragraph here or there during the work week. I try to devote at least one day or a few hours on the weekends, but there's always so much to do, so I can only really update every now and then. It's a miracle if I can get back to back updates done.”

What is your editing process?

“ I will rewrite something a hundred times until I feel it captures what I want to convey perfectly. It takes me a long time to finish an update because I'm constantly going back to re-read it and edit it as I write.”

What drew you to fanfiction?

“I've been a writer since I was a little girl, but when it came to the stories I watched or read, I was always thinking of the characters I liked doing things that had nothing to do with the original plot. Scenes would come like visions in my head while going about my day or trying to sleep. Someone told me about fanfiction when I was in college and I decided to just go for it. Been hooked ever since.”

What has writing fanfiction taught you about being a writer?

“It has taught me humility, not to compare myself to others (to find my own unique voice and stay true to it), and it has helped me better understand my strengths and weaknesses as a storyteller. I move at my own pace but in my opinion taking time to focus on the things that make me a happy reader makes me a better writer.”

Who outside the fandom knows you write fanfiction?

“Not many people. Close friends. It's still not something people take seriously within the circles I work in. Being a copywriter, living in Hollywood trying to become a television writer, you just don't admit to writing fanfiction. At least not unless you intend to make a big joke out of it and get major side-eye for your trouble. ::shrug:: So I don't talk about it.”

How many people know you're a writer?

“Everyone I meet. I write for work, and I network a lot with folks out here trying to do what I am trying to do -- get into a television writer's room. It's an intrinsic part of me that I will always lead with. "Hello, my name is Kendra and I am a writer."

Where do you see your writing taking you?

“Hopefully to creating my own shows or finally finishing my first book. Time will tell.”

Do you have advice for writers just starting out?

“Don't give up. Find your voice and stay true to it. Don't compare yourself to others, it's a waste of time. Their voice is not yours. People want to read what you have to say, specifically you. Only you can say it your way, so find your way and go for it. Ask questions, lots of questions, of other writers because we're a community and we want to see each other succeed. Tell the story you want to read, not the story everyone else thinks you should tell.”

What do you wish you knew before posting your first chapter?

“I wish that I knew how to manage my time better. Heh.”

How many writing playlists do you have? Does your music have to change with what you write?

“ I make a playlist for every story I write that encapsulates that story's mood/world. I've been doing this for years, there's no other way for me. I must have music to write to and I must share it with my readers. Everything I publish was written to a musical score. They're all available on Spotify, too. Just look for the title of the fic or my user name, kendrawriter.”

How many projects do you have going on right now?

“ I have quite a few, it's all a jumble. Four open Richonne fics, one open WestAllen fic, a tv script and the tentative start to a young adult novel. Ehhhhhhh....I know. I know.”

Have you ever written a scene that’s made you cry?

“Once, in my first Doctor Who fic, Nightfall. An original character in that story that I based off of my grandmother died in the story. My grandma was very ill at the time and we feared the worst (she passed away a couple of year ago). Writing her death scene was tough. To this day I'm not sure why I did that to myself, but at the time it made sense for the drama of the plot.”

Where do you get your best story ideas?

“I take inspiration from literally everything. My best ideas have come from me just really wanting to see something and obsessing over how to write it until it's in the story. But I base a lot of things off movie or TV references from all the many, many I've watched since childhood. Machine Heart, for example, blends about 100 references from all my favorite sc-fi stuff -- Star Trek, Aliens, Black Mirror, Terminator, The Matrix, Strange Days, The Fifth Element, the list goes on...”

Do you have a solution for when you’re stuck?

“Just let it pass. It happens all the time, and over the years I've learned to just let it happen until I'm inspired again. Because once I'm inspired again, I go into THE ZONE and I'll write like crazy for days on end.”

What does WTOWW mean to you?

“ It's a community for me. It's full of really amazing, kind, funny, smart, talented women that I'm beyond grateful to know. Also, it's an opportunity to give less known writers a platform, and dive into some great writing prompts I otherwise wouldn't think of.”

Thank you Kendra for taking the time to share your story.

-We’re The Ones Who Write

#richonne fanfiction #fanfiction writers #jonesywrites #weretheoneswhowrite #WTOWW interviews

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erydiel-art · 6 years

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(ENDED)CASTING CALL FOR: Voice Actors/Music Artists!!! Multiple Roles Available!

DEADLINE MARCH 31ST, 2018!!!

Hello everyone! I’m Erydiel, and I need your help! This is a long post, so beware!

I am currently working on my own anime called “Changing Fate.” To not give away too many spoilers, the anime is in a modern setting with fantasy-like elements, and involves romance, action, angst, etc. You can think of something like Naruto/Bleach, but closer to a Sailor Moon-type style. It’s a little weird of an explanation, but I hope that I’ve grabbed your attention! If you’re interested, read more below!

Now, here’s the deal: this project of mine is a one-man team. I make the story, the script, and do all of the artwork and putting everything together. Since I’m the only person doing this, it takes time to finish all of it. At this point, I will most likely release 1 episode at a time, OR finish all of the episodes and release them once a week. I’m still not sure what to decide yet, which is why I’m doing a casting call now.

Right now, this casting call is for both voice actors and music artists! To prepare you on what you’re getting into, Changing Fate will have:

- 15 episodes of various lengths

- 2 OVAs

- a trailer for the anime

- an anime intro/outro song

- a character reveal trailer

All episodes will be released on Youtube (and Vimeo, possibly). Now, I am a college student on a very limited budget, so I cannot pay you for your hard work. However, you will receive credit on every episode/video that’s released that you’re on, and you can absolutely add this series to your resume. (I’m sure that employers would love to see that you’ve worked on a long-term project, right? I know I would!) I WILL attempt at making a kickstarter to raise funds, so if it is at all successful I will be able to pay you then depending on the work you’ve done. Of course, this is something that will be discussed when we get closer to that time.

So, are you still interested? Wonderful! Here are the requirements in order to apply:

VOICE ACTORS:

1) Must have a good microphone, and/or be able to remove any background noise/static/etc. from the file before sending it to me.

2) Send files in either a .mp3 or .WAV file format

3) Be able to work with me in making sure that voice files are correct, and if needed re-do a line if the tone of a scene needs to change.

4) You will also need to be okay with scenes that either include or imply: torture, blood, death, pain, etc. Torture scenes will only be for 1 episode or so, but the situation is implied multiple times in the anime. DO NOT apply if you are NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS. I do not want to accidentally hurt you. I may not know you personally, but I always try to make sure that everyone is okay before moving forward.

MUSIC ARTISTS:

1) Be able to create several tracks (if needed) to fit various scenes in the anime.

2) If you can sing, or know someone who can sing, and be able to get them to sing the intro/outro song for you in the music file.

3) Send the files in a .mp3 or .WAV file

4) Be okay with certain scenes as stated in the Voice Actors Section above.

5) If you can do an intro/outro song but can’t create certain tracks, etc. (and vice versa) that’s OKAY. I don’t expect for only 1 person to do everything: I know different artists can create different genres of songs/tracks, so I’ll be expecting to hire more than 1 person. Just be you when applying!

6) Be okay and patient enough to be able to make any tweaks or changes to a song/track if needed. This may happen multiple times.

FOR BOTH:

1) When applying, send all applications to [email protected]

2) The email subject heading should have either VA or MA, the character or track/song you wish to do, and what lines (for VAs only)

EXAMPLE:

Voice Actors:

VA (Accalia) Lines 1-5 Sample

VA (Accalia + more) Line Sample (Use this if applying for more than 1 character)

Music Artists:

MA (intro song) Sample

What I will be looking for in the emails:

Voice Actors: What character(s) you wish to apply for, plus the files that have the sample lines. EACH line (given below) MUST HAVE it’s own file, and named! For example, if you are doing Accalia’s sample lines, you would do: Accalia-Line 1 for the 1st sample, Accalia-Line 2 for the second sample, etc. Please make sure that you do this when sending emails!

Music Artists: Tell me what you wish to do: intro song, outro song, or background music. Then, I want you to include either a demo reel or examples of your work that either fit or are similar to the music that you wish to do for Changing Fate.

——–

Okay, now that all of that is done, time for the fun part! Voice Actors, this section is for you! Here are the Characters that you can apply for:

MAIN CAST:

Accalia Enelya (Ah-Kay-Lee-Ah Ee-Nel-Yah)

Gender: Female

Race: Nashoba (werewolf)

Accalia is one of THE main characters of the show. She will be one of the main focus in the anime, which also means she will have many, many lines. She is Tsundere to most people, but is heartwarming/acts normal to those that are the closest to her. She is a fierce protector who does not like Humans for the most part, but also knows that she is just a tool for their protection.

Lines:

1) “Humans…they disgust me.”

2) “Hey, get back here you scum!”

3) “It’s time to change.” (The line that’s spoken before a transformation scene occurs)

4) “I’m sorry…but I can’t. Not now, not ever.”

5) a file of a *sound of disgust* or a sound of “disapproval” (Similar to Cassandra from Dragon Age Inquisition)

Natsuki Arai (Naht-Su-Kee Ah-Rye)

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Natsuki is a soft-hearted man who is the love interest of Accalia. His voice is softer/feminine than most males, but NOT too feminine. You can clearly tell that he is a male, especially if his voice is raised in anger (which is quite rare). He is a gentleman at heart and tends to be the peacemaker in arguments.

Lines:

1) “Hello, my Lady.”

2) “I assure you that this must be wrong. Can we not resolve this another way?”

3) “Accalia, please, let me help you! You don’t have to do this alone!”

4) “All of this pain that you went through…I’m so sorry, my Love.”

5) a file or track of a *gasp* sound.

Paula Kisurugi (Paul-Ah Kiss-oo-ru-gee)

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Paula is Accalia’s best friend and closest ally. They have known each other for years, and will depend on each other if everyone else is against them. Paula is known to be a klutz, but she makes up for it with her sarcastic remarks and jokes. She will defend anyone who she is close with, although Accalia is most likely to protect her first.

Lines:

1) “Hey, get back here you jerk!”

2) “You know we gotta get them together, right?”

3) “Lia, you know you can trust me, right?”

4) *crying* “I can’t believe this…why did you have to suffer so much?!”

5) a file or clip of giggling or laughter. Be creative and feel free to send more than 1 file of this!

Cain Kazuhaya (Kayn Kah-zu-ha-yah)

Gender: Male

Race: Natissa (Vampire)

Cain is similar to Accalia in being Tsundere, but it’s not as strong. Instead, he’s almost like the classical annoying Jock that gets on everyone’s nerves. However, despite that persona he is a protector of his friends above all else, and is especially kind to Accalia because he owes her for saving his life long ago. He is also the love interest of Paula.

Lines:

1) “Yo.”

2) “Heh, hey Shortie. Did ya lose on the bet already?”

3) “Hey, back off!”

4) “They’re going to pay for this.”

5) a sound file of anger or yelling (like a battle-cry for a fight)

Damerick Bennett (Dah-Mer-Ick Ben-nett)

Gender: Male

Race: Nashoba

Damerick is known to be a Jack-of-all-Trades and makes constant jokes to make others laugh and be happy. He is an old friend of Accalia and Cain, and looks out for them often in times of need. Like Cain, he also is close with Accalia due to saving his life long ago, and wishes to pay her back for her sacrifice. If you ever feel down and need a pick-me-up, Damerick is the guy to go to.

Lines:

1) “Yo!”

2) “Dude, you gotta be kidding me!”

3) “Looks like it’s time to dance, yeah?”

4) “I don’t understand…why do we have to suffer like this?”

5) a sound file of a “WOO!!” or a yell of joy. Take your pick and be creative!

OTHER ROLES:

Sasha Anderson (Sah-sha An-der-son)

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Lines:

1) “Hey, what’s up?”

2) “…Really?”

Hampton Yamazaki (Hamp-ton Yah-Ma-Za-Kee)

Gender: Male

Race: Natissa

Lines:

1) “Huh?”

2) “…I don’t think we should be doing this…?”

DeAndre Parker (Dee-Ahn-Dre Par-ker)

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Lines:

1) “So…what do we do now?”

2) “Uh…what?”

Tran (Tr-Ann)

Gender: Female

Race: Human

*Vietnamese accent preferred, if able*

Lines:

1) “Hi.”

2) “…Thank you.”

Jordan Roan (Jor-dan Row-Ann)

Gender: Male

Race: Nashoba

Lines:

1) “Are we going to do this or not?”

2) “…Really?”

Various Female/Male Random voices/roles

*There are no lines here, just let me know if you can provide a voice for these smaller roles! They are of different ages, from children to old.

GODS/GODDESSES:

Zaman (Zah-Mahn)

Gender: Male

God of Time & Knowledge

Lines:

1) “Hello, my children.”

2) “My child, I’m afraid that it will only get worse from here.”

Xantara (Xan-Tear-Rah)

Gender: Female

Goddess of Earth

Lines:

1) “I have failed you, my children. I…am sorry.”

2) “Do you think it was mere chance that you two are together? You two are together by fate!”

Araceli (Ah-Rah-Cel-Lee)

Gender: Female

Goddess of the Heavens

Lines:

1) “My child, do not look so down upon yourself. Your soul is too pure for such a sad look.”

2) “…I see. I have not thought of that before. You surprise me, my child.”

Asar (Ah-Sar)

Gender: Male

God of the Underworld

Aznil (Az-Nill)

Gender: Female

Race: Demon

Lines:

1) “Just give up already, Nashoba. We WILL rule over this world!“

2) “You don’t know what it is truly like to suffer. So, I will show you what it’s like myself!”

Aaaand that’s everything! Quite a long post, but it was necessary. If you all have any questions about this, please send in an ask! I will be happy to answer any questions or concerns.

Also, if you have no interest in this, please still reblog this! I need to get this reblogged everywhere so that others can see. Thank you SO MUCH if you do!!

DEADLINE IS MARCH 31ST, 2018

So please apply before it’s too late!

~Erydiel

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okageshadowkingfannovel · 3 years

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Book 1: Chapter 11

When Ari walks through Tenel’s front gates, it feels like walking into a totally different town. There’s a different kind of energy bustling through the streets. Each villager seems to be smiling more as they go about their daily business. Ari hasn’t seen things this way in weeks.

And, most striking of all, everyone seems to notice him.

“Hey Ari! Way to go!”

“Hey, you’re amazing. You defeated the Ghost! Well, as strong as you are, you’re off to travel then, huh?”

“I can start going to Church again! Thank you, Ari! I’m on my way to confession now!”

“Ari, your stand up comedy routine was great! According to my original survey on “Tenel: Funniest Guys To Be Around Ranking”, you’re one notch up from being the lowest in rank! That’s so cool, Ari!”

When he passes the bakery, Mr. Bakster rushes out to catch him.

“Ari! Glad you wandered by. Will you stop in and say hello to Mrs. Bakster? She’s so happy for you. Remember she cares about you. She’s so very proud of what you did!”

Ari can’t help himself. A small smile appears on his face.

“Sure.”

With that, Ari follows Mr. Bakster back into the bakery. Mrs. Bakster stands at her usual place behind the counter.

“Dear, look who it is.”

Mrs. Bakster looks up. “Oh Ari, I hear that you’re the one who saved the village. Come on, act like a hero! A hero should act with dignity!”

“Oh … yeah,” Ari mutters.

“Especially after doing a good thing!”

Despite her typical harshness - some things never change, Ari supposes - Mrs. Bakster is beaming at him, a smile of warmth and genuine pride caked upon her face.

When Ari leaves, he carries with him an unfamiliar, but nice, happy fulfilled feeling and a small packet of strawberry and cheese pastries. Realizing he literally hasn’t eaten for two days, he quickly devours one or two (or three) on the way to the village elder’s house.

“Ari!” exclaims the elder’s daughter when she finds him at her front door. She radiates pure happiness and gratitude. “Oh! I was hoping you would stop by! I wanted a chance to personally thank you! Do you know how much cleaning I’ve been able to get done over the past 2 days?”

She moves aside and beckons him in. As soon as shoe touches floor, Ari slips and nearly falls.

“Oh! Yeah, please be careful! I just finished the floors. They’re a bit slippery.”

Holding onto the wall for dear life and securely clutching the remaining pastries, Ari follows the elder’s daughter to the study.

As soon as the door opens, the village elder launches up and rounds his desk towards them.

“Ari, my boy!”

The elder grabs Ari’s hand in a firm, enthusiastic handshake. His strength is surprising given how elderly the village elder is supposed to be. Ari nearly drops his pastries. As the village elder guides Ari closer to his desk, the elder’s daughter quietly slips out and closes the door. Ari suspects she’s off to do more cleaning.

“Well done! Well done indeed! I always thought that you were a promising youth! Such bravery! You fought that ghost all by yourself and you fixed the town’s water problem.”

With each word, Ari can feel his cheeks turn redder and redder. He’s certainly not used to this kind of attention.

“I-it was … was my pleasure, sir. I-I’m happy to help.”

“You can even make people laugh with your shadow!”

Ari casts a wary eye down at the floor, wondering if Stan heard that.

“By the way, I found this-” Ari tries to start.

“Alright! I’ve made up my mind!” The village elder returns to his desk and begins sorting through one of the drawers. He pops back up from his seat with a fancy looking envelope in hand.

“Take this, Ari. This is a Cyphertext.”

The look on the village elder’s face makes it seem like Ari should know what a Cyphertext is and that he should be caught in a state of awe by it. Ari gingerly takes the offered envelope.

“My boy, you have proved yourself worthy by your acts of bravery and cleverness. I officially and happily extend to you this invitation to join the Sermo Comixtus Society.”

“S- … Sermo Co-what-us?”

“Sermo Comixtus. We are a secret society of puzzle solvers, stationed all over the world, seeking out the most tangled of texts, the most mixed up of monologues, and the most snarled of sentences. Within that envelope, Ari, is your first task. If you can solve that puzzle, you will officially be a member of Sermo Comixtus and your adventures will truly begin.”

Ari nods slowly and slips a finger beneath the wax sealed envelope flap.

“No! No! Not here!”

Ari jumps and earns himself a paper cut.

“If you reveal the text to me, I might be tempted to help you solve it. You know how much I enjoy a good puzzle.”

Ari didn’t know that, but lets the elder carry on.

“Open it once you’ve left my house. Remember, you are not to receive any assistance on this - not even from me.” The village elder suddenly looks wistful. “I remember my first puzzle … I spent two months on it. I would stare at it for days at a time. It was grueling work, but so worth it …”

“I-I will try my best, sir,” says Ari as he slips the envelope into his pocket.

The village elder moves back to his desk and takes a seat.

“So, sir, in the Church basement-”

“I’m looking forward to your success and acceptance into the Sermo Comixtus Society.”

At this point, Ari’s fairly certain the village elder just likes saying ‘Sermo Comixtus’ over and over.

“Um, thank you, but-”

“Now,” the elder continues, “with fun and games aside, I would urge you to think over what we discussed two days ago.”

Ari has to think for a moment, retracing events before two days of near-comatose sleep and a fierce mind boggling battle with a ghost and a couple frogs. But he vaguely remembers a brief discussion about an evil king and the end of the world.

“Th-the Evil King?”

Somehow, and he will find it near impossible to explain to anyone who asks, Ari feels a twinge in his shadow.

“Yes, exactly. Though our ghost problem has been solved, we can’t ignore the strange goings-on outside of Tenel. The rumors are far too troubling to ignore.”

“Sir?”

“I’ll leave you with this, Ari. Go to your father in the Tenel Village Office and ask him about Madril. Ask some of the townsfolk - particularly that scared guy, what’s-his-name. There’s something more going on than just a ghost in the Church basement.”

Ari lets a heavy pause hang in the air, feeling that it’s fitting for such an ominous, dramatic statement. When it feels right, he nods his thanks to the village elder.

“Speaking of the Church basement-”

“And remember to have fun with that Cyphertext! I’m so excited for you, Ari. Off you go now!”

“But I found this thing-”

“Now now, Ari, not another word. I just cannot help you with that Cyphertext. On your way now.”

Ari sighs in defeat. He turns and leaves the village elder’s study. As he carefully makes his way down the slippery, immaculately clean hallway, the elder’s daughter pops out from one of the rooms. She wipes her brow and lets out a satisfied sigh. Apparently, one more room has been cleaned to satisfaction.

“Oh, Ari, did you have a good chat with my father? Let me guess, he told you about that secret Sermo Comixtus Society, didn’t he?”

Ari nods.

“Typical. He’s such a little kid. Thank you for humoring him.”

He chuckles awkwardly. “Heh, n-no problem?”

Once outside, Ari slips the envelope out of his pocket.The paper is old and tea colored. A wax seal keeps it shut and Ari’s name is written in a fancy script on the other side. Looking around, he slips a finger beneath the lip of the envelope. The seal crumbles away as he opens it. As he finds the little card inside, he remembers the elder’s talk about spending months on puzzling out a Cyphertext.

‘Cyphertext 1 Sdnuorg eht ot og s’tel ereh si sucric eht.’

Now, Ari does not consider himself particularly smart, but even he thinks this is a little disappointing.

Chapter 1 • Chapter 2 • Chapter 3 • Chapter 4 • Chapter 5 • Chapter 6 • Chapter 7 • Chapter 8 • Chapter 9 • Chapter 10 • Chapter 11 • Chapter 12 • Chapter 13 • Chapter 14 • Chapter 15 • Chapter 16 - Finale

NOTE: Okage Shadow King is owned by Sony Computer Entertainment and Zener Works. This novelization is purely a fan-work and the writer claims no ownership over the characters, general plot line(s), etc.

#okage shadow king #osk #zener works #sony #sony entertainment #playstation 2 #playstation 4 #video games #jrpg #rpg #nostalgia #2001 #20th anniversary #fanfiction #fanart #fanwork #writing #novelization #boku to maō

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sept-dix · 7 years

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high school au! ong seongwoo

summary: ong is the president of your school’s drama club genre: fluff a/n: please tell me what you think!!! and thank you for reading heh

ong is super popular in your school like almost everyone knows him

and being the president of your school’s drama club is only part of the reason why

he’s very well known for being very warm and welcoming to everyone without bias, and he never fails to bring up the mood and make people laugh

unlike the other popular kids, it’s obvious that ong is actually genuinely nice and that he sincerely likes the people around him so it’s amazing

anyways so about the drama club

you decided to join the drama club this year because you used to dabble in theatre a while back, and your school’s drama club was known for being really bonded and fun

and you thought it would be fun to join even if just for the experience

during your first few sessions with the club, you already knew that you had made the right choice because everyone was being super friendly and welcoming towards you

true to the stereotype, everyone was extremely loud and energetic all the time and you loved the atmosphere so much

the first time you got properly introduced to ong was at the end of the first session

usually theatre kids do this thing at the end of each rehearsal/session where they sit together and kind of just talk as a form of debrief

it didn’t necessarily have to be related to the day of rehearsal, it could be about anything anyone had in mind

just because shows are usually a lot better when the cast members themselves have good synergy offstage

so during that debrief session on the first day, ong introduced himself as the president to those of you newcomers

you had a good impression of him right away because he seemed so nice and he made it clear that anyone could approach him about any problem at any time and he would be there to talk to you about it

and you were like damn. thats nice

anyways club dinners were when you got the chance to actually become close to him

usually when rehearsals ended it was already super late and yall were starving + dinners together as a club is a good way to bond

it just so happened that for the first dinner both of you ended up sitting next to each other

and damn. you guys hit it off right away

like ong was thinking who is this person who makes so many lame jokes

and you were thinking why is this boy always tryna get attention (you could relate)

when both of you simultaneously dipped your fries into your ice cream it was decided for real

“aren’t we soulmates??1?!”

“yup. no other explanation”

that’s how it all started. from then on you guys just got closer and closer

even on days when you guys weren’t having club dinners both of you would go out on your own for dinner or snacks

for warmups and stuff if y’all were trying out some whacky new activity (as theatre kids do) then ong would call you up to come and demonstrate it with him to the rest of the club

sometimes he would ask you about his president stuff like

“y/n, do you think our club would appreciate getting matching socks

“should i ask the school to paint our room a darker shade of black or is this shade of black good enough” (because drama rooms are all black on the inside in case you’re confused dksjds)

weird stuff like that and he could always trust you to be as excited as him about this kinda stuff

soon your friendship extended to even outside of club activities

like one day you’re just walking through the school library trying to get a spot to study when you hear whisper screams directed at you

and you turn and see ong frantically gesturing at you to go to him

“are you good at history”

“uh... idk i guess”

“plS HELP!!! i have a test tmr and i know nothing”

so you end up tutoring him all afternoon and in return he tries to teach you math

you guys go out for ice cream later and challenge each other to who can eat theirs the fastest

you two are dying of brainfreeze and laughter by the end of it but it’s fun

in fact everything’s fun when it’s the two of you because as corny as it sounds you guys literally complete each other’s sentences

like he knows the punchline to your joke before you even finish it

so this means that soon enough you guys are doing everything together

like a new movie comes out? you’re already thinking about when ong is free to go watch bc you know he’ll have the same reactions as you to the movie

ong is dying in a class and needs some rescue? you’re the one he calls to somehow get him out of it bc he knows you would support him skipping class

tbh ong has a lot of commitments as the president of the drama club but he somehow always makes time for you

now and then you hear people talking about you like “isn’t y/n the person ong is always with nowadays?” but usually people don’t say bad things about you guys because remember everybody loves ong

soon enough, as how it always is when two people spend lots of time with each other and have great chemistry, people start suspecting that you two are together

like even your other best friends are like “y/n is there something you’re not telling us about this ong guy”

and it cracks you up bc wtf ong is a total BRO

but suddenly rumours start flying around school that you two are a thing and soon it grows from a speculation to like a thing.

you and ong being a thing is a thing now. people start assuming you’re together and sometimes they just treat you like a couple

you just ignore it but there’s this one time

your club is having a script reading for an upcoming show

(just an initial script reading with no fixed cast members yet)

the entire play is centred around a couple

ong gets assigned to read the parts of the male lead by the instructor bc lbr as a president he is one of the best actors there

then the instructor goes “hmm... for the female lead, perhaps... y/n?”

and you’re like wow ok well sure

ofc the script has you and ong say some romancey lovey dovey things to each other bc duh you’re acting as a couple

but after the whole reading is done the instructor goes “wow seongwoo and y/n you guys have good chemistry!”

and cue the teasing from the rest of your club for the rest of the night

that day you guys go out for a club dinner and everyone else just spends the whole time teasing you two

before you could say anything one of them tells ong “dude if you guys are together you should just come clean and tell us!!!!” and everyone starts pressuring you two to just tell them that they’re right

in your mind you’re thinking why isn’t ong replying to them and you look at him

and he just looks at you and kinda laughs it off

without being outright and saying that you guys were just friends

and suddenly you have a weird feeling in your tummy and you’re thinking wtf why don’t i wanna tell them the truth either

why do u think u fool

but you, my friend, are someone who is very in touch with their emotions. you do none of this denying your feelings bs that others do

so from that moment of hesitation, you knew.

and you admitted it to yourself right away that ong is more than just a friend to you

you didn’t know when or how it happened, but it had happened.

but after that things got a little awkward for you because you didn’t know how to handle the rumours anymore

like once you accepted your feelings your crush on ong became a full fledged one and the fact that ong wasn’t denying the rumours either was making you feel skdjfksdjfs

spending time with him now also became more complicated because suddenly you were aware of everything he was doing and saying and there was this layer of tension to you guys

not a bad type of tension though, and maybe only you could feel it, but it was making things less fun

and you being the fun lover you were hated that

one day you and ong had just ended a study session and were heading home

you two lived pretty close together so you walked the same route home

there’s a swingset at a playground in that neighbourhood and sometimes you two swing there on the way home

just for fun

so that day was no different

ong was like “hey you wanna go on the swings”

and you’re like yeah ofc and you two start swinging

the thing is, usually you two are super loud and excited like kids and you usually make bets on like who can swing higher or who can swing the longest standing up

but today you guys were just kinda swinging slowly and there was an unusual silence between you two

when you turned to look at ong he was already looking at you, but he seemed like he was deep in thought

and in that moment you decided to just woman up and clean up the mess

“ong, why don’t you ever straight up tell others the truth about us?”

and he just looks at you a little surprised

and you’re like “what?”

and after a few seconds he’s like “are you kidding me? you really don’t know?”

he looks lowkey offended and you’re super confused

(why are you so dense smh)

you just shake you head slowly and go “what are you talking about is there something i should know”

and he just kinda looks at you in disbelief for a second before looking down at his lap

“because i want them to be true”

he’s kinda mumbling and you’re not sure you heard right so you’re like “im sorry what”

your heart is beating super duper fast

and he looks up at you with this expression on his face

“i know this is kind of a weird way to confess, i was going to do it some other way but i guess since you’re asking... i never refuted the rumours because i wanted them to be true”

and you’re like oh my lord wtf is this real

you: “oh... well... to be honest,, me too”

now it’s your turn to shyly look at your lap

shame you did that because now you missed the smile that blossomed on ong’s face hearing that

“so you’ll go out with me?”

and you can’t muster up any of your usual confidence at that moment just because of the look on ong’s face that’s full of adoration and hope

so you just shyly nod

and that was that. the rest is history

many years later you guys would fondly look back at the old rusty swingset at the tiny playground near your houses as the place where you two shared an awkward confession and a sweet first kiss

#ong seongwoo #ong #ong sungwoo #ong seongwu #produce 101 #produce 101 scenarios #wanna one #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #ong seongwoo scenarios

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Draecember-Winter Veil Celebrations

This is a day late, but what the heck? Also, the first one that I’m not actually following one of the prompts on as the original post said we could make up our own! And what better for a day like this than some light fluffy fun and inebriation?

As always, special thanks to @mittensmcedgelord for letting me borrow some of their own WoW cast for this piece, even if it’s mostly just cameos. Also, for the insane version of the carol that is sung in it.

-Previous Pieces: Letter, Losing Someone, Memory and Dimensional Ship, Discovery, On a Mission, Feeling Left out and Facing a Fear, Working with The Horde, Family, Reunion With a Loved One, Relaxing, Facing a Fear and Overcoming an Obstacle, Corruption and Regret -

“I hate you so much right now,” Onyxien grumbled.

“Well, you volunteered for this, so whose fault is that?” Vylia countered. She carefully adjusted the strap for the single long fake horn that was now on the netherdrake’s head.

He reached up with a claw to tug at the horn, pulling it onto the side of his head. Vylia quickly corrected it. “I didn’t expect you to dress me up in a way that makes me look like the unholy offspring of a fel mutant and a talbuk.”

“That’s for the part though!” She smiled at him as she finished. “Now quit clawing at the horn.” The drake merely groaned and dug his claws into the stones of the Lower City of Shattrath. “So, what about your lines?”

“Uhh…”

“You did look at the script the matron gave us, did you?”

“It may have…”

“Onyxien…” She folded her arms and looked down at him as he turned away slightly.

“Hey, I can’t shift like some of my brethren,” he reminded her. “Claws like this weren’t made for turning pages!”

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Alright, I’ll go get another copy from her then. Maybe Ryant and the others will have finished some of the stage too.”

“Hope the kids appreciate all the effort we went through too to get them actual snow and not just that conjured crap the Aldor and Scryers have thrown around here and there.”

She smiled a little remembering some of the sights since they’d arrived again in Shattrath. It’d only been a couple months since their raid on the Dragonmaw Fortress, but it had been a long few. Everyone was looking forward to a little rest it seemed, even though everyone knew just what was on the horizon. “They already do,” Vylia told him. “I saw some of them having a snowball fight earlier. And the orc boy and draenei girl made this snowman that looked like a two-headed ogre. They called it Gol’Ragg.”

That got a small chuckle out of Onyxien. “Oh, good old Gol’Ragg. He gave me and my clutchmates fresh ravager flesh whenever we dropped by. And cookies.”

“You know him?”

“Yep. He’d argue with himself over if he should give us any, but we all knew it was an act. He’d always give us things from his shop.”

Vylia chuckled a little at the image in her head of several netherwing whelps pestering an ogre as he argued with himself over giving them scraps of meat. “Alright. Well, I’m gonna get us the script copy and see what the others are up to.” She turned to go back into the old ruined building that was being used for the party.

“Can I take this horn off at least?”

She turned as she’d reached the doorway. “Go show the kids. They’ll love it!”

Inside, there were some locals, but she easily spotted members of The Dirty Dozen at work or taking breaks. Guldel sat in red winter clothes that barely fit him at the bar next to the large bowl of egg nog. Beldak, one of the orcs, was next to him. At one of the tables the death knights Arran and Vylia’s sister, Seliira, sat playing a game of hearthstone, using coins as counters. Chou was followed by a group of children as she walked past with a tray of cookies, stopping only to hand them out and warning them that they were still hot. In the rafters was a massive snake, sliding about with holly behind it, carefully fixing it as he went. For a moment, it shifted and changed with a flicker of magic into the troll Lor’raj to dangle over Guldel and Beldak with mistletoe in his hand. The orc grabbed a fish off the bar and pressed its lips to the troll’s. Guldel laughed at the absurdity before Lor’raj fell from the ceiling into the tauren’s lap. Beldak began to laugh in response as Vylia passed them.

“On the twelth day of Winter Veil the Legion gave to meeeeeeeeeee!” an operatic voice sang. Vylia turned around to see the group’s warlock, Faelthos. The former scryer took a long drink from his mug. “Twelve heroes fleeing! Eleven goblin cannons! Ten orcs a-screaming! Nine dreadlords scheming!” Vylia had to laugh a little at the drunk blood elf as he belched far louder than she’d have thought possible. “Eight mutant drakes! Seven hellish portals! Six Blackrock cultists!” He took a deep breath and another drink. “Fiiiiiiiiiiive tiiiiiiiime paradoxesssssssssssssss!”

She turned away from him and headed towards the back, stopping only to glance at the game as Arran slid a box over to Seliira. “Hey, you two seen the matron?” she asked quickly.

“Nope,” her sister replied.

“Think she was talking to Vad about something,” Arran replied as he dropped another minion on the board followed by a spell. He grabbed a couple silvers from his wallet and dropped them on top of the minion to signify a buff.

“Ugh, well played,” Seliira admitted, seeing the move. She drew another card from her deck and grinned.

“Uh-oh, I know that look.”

“Alright, thanks,” Vylia said. She turned from them as her sister played another card, eliciting a groan from Arran.

“Four night elf hunters! Three dancing draenei!” Fael continued as Guldel pulled the bowl of egg nog away from him. “Two trolling trolls… And a demon lord named Saaaaaammmyyyyyyyy!”

She pushed the door to the back rooms open, finding Vadralis talking briefly with Kagh’Gosh. The orc gave a single grunt and hefted a massive bag before heading back into one of the other ones. The night elf sighed as he folded his arms and reached up to rub his forehead. He leaned back until he was against the wall.

“Hey,” Vylia said, approaching him. “Tired?”

He turned his head towards her. “Yeah, actually,” he said. “Had some trouble sleeping recently.”

“Mmm?”

“Yeah.” Vadralis looked away then, down on the floor. “Think some of it is still getting into the swing of all this. Having trouble remembering some of the things I did. And some trouble with hitting a target with my knives.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get you out.” She moved next to him, slipping a hand on his shoulder.

“You didn’t know. I thought I was a goner in that blast too.”

“Yeah…” Vylia bowed her head a little then. She’d still not told him of the couple days she’d spent trying to get back there to see if she could find proof he was dead or alive. “Yeah, I know.”

“Not the first time I’ve been captured. Though I didn’t even know humans existed last time it happened.”

She had to laugh slightly at it.

“I’ll bounce back. Just might take some time.” He looked up at her then, eyes resting on her hand for a moment. “Glad you didn’t forget about me though.”

“How could I have? I…” She almost added to her thoughts, but kept from doing so, though it was a bit of a relief to see a small smile on his lips. There was silence between them as they heard Fael out in the main room begin another song. It sounded like Chou had joined him as well in singing.

“Nice to have a Winter Veil party again,” he said finally.

“Yeah,” Vylia agreed. “It’s Sel’s first too. Nice to have family with me for once on one of these events.” She almost let go of his shoulder, but noticing how he moved just a little closer made her keep her hand there. “Any word from your sisters since we got you out?”

“Got them a message from one of the Shattered Sun vets on his way back to Stormwind. And just the other day I got a letter from one of them. Frankly relieved I was alive. Kept telling her husband that I was too damn stubborn to die.” They both laughed a little at it. “The other one named her newborn son after me thinking I’d died in the line of duty about a month ago. She’s probably heard the news now too.” He smiled sadly a little, his eyes tearing slightly. “Kinda wish I could go back and see them. But we’ve got a lot to do here.” He reached up then and slipped his fingers between hers. “And I’m glad that I get to spend it free and with someone important to me.”

“Vad…” She bowed her head just a little as their eyes met and her lips curled into a soft smile. “Thank you. This’ll be one to remember. I’ll make sure of it.”

“I’m sure it will be already.” He smirked at her. “Even if only because Onyxien is participating in a play of How The Greench Stole Winter Veil for the orphanage. And Beldak spiking the egg nog because it was ‘too weak’ by his standards.”

She snickered a bit at how the netherdrake would look with the horn she’d spent nearly twenty minutes fussing with and the ridiculous red nose they still had to put on his snout. “Yeah. Hey, speaking of which. Have you seen Matron Mercy? Onyxien shredded the script she gave us with his claws.”

Vadralis shook his head. “Last I saw she put her husband in charge of watching over the place while she went to get something from one of the Skettis Outcasts. Think it’s for the feast that’s planned.”

“Aaah. Guess we’ll get it later then.” She let go of his shoulder then and he unlaced his fingers from hers. “So, while we wait then, wanna get a drink? Before Fael has it all?”

“Heh. Yeah.” They started back to the door, sound of singing growing louder. Fael and Chou were standing on top of the bar now, arm in arm and singing carols in panderan while they each had drinks in their free hands. Beldak was laughing as he watched the two dance slightly even. The goblins Kikri and Ryant were standing on a table chatting excitedly about some device they’d come up with while Seliira was unwrapping the box that Arran had given her earlier. Neither saw what it was, but she practically jumped across the table startling the other death knight as they landed on the ground as she made a squeal of delight. And at the bar, Guldel merely grabbed the entire bowl of egg nog and put it to his lips after a long sigh.

“I know I’ve only been here a few months,” Vadralis started, “but is this kind of… Insanity normal?”

“Oh, this is actually kinda tame,” Vylia admitted. Something then dangled right in front of her face. She waved a hand away and it was pulled out of reach. Looking up was Lor’raj, in his snake shape in the rafters, dropping the mistletoe out of his mouth before slithering away.

“And I see Lor is still pestering people with the mistletoe…” He sighed. “No wonder Guldel is drinking like a naga.”

Vylia laughed a little, biting her lower lip as he looked back at her. She thought briefly about it, but ultimately decided there’d be no harm. Besides, the troll had been dangling it all night over people. “Eh, what the hell?” Her hands slipped onto Vadralis’ face and she gave him a soft kiss on the lips. To her joy, he returned her affection before a loud crash grabbed their attention and they both turned back to the holiday mayhem.

#draecember #draecember2017 #Warcraft #Draenei #fanfic #Vylia #Vadralis #Seliira

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