@firebyfire okay the reason I’m not furuya’s biggest fan is because I don’t think that he supports sawamura as much as sawamura supports him and for a long time I didn’t think he appreciated sawamura’s encouragement and rivalry that helped him get better as sawamura was getting better. now ) think he’s getting better about it and if im being honest i understand that they’re high schoolers who probably don’t think about others that much
but it still just really grinds my gears that on top of the fact that for a long time furuya didn’t seem to appreciate sawamura, he was also given preferential treatment when it didn’t appear that he was working as hard as sawamura was. he was just seen as better because he used power to shut people out over actual technique.
but @atxstnic that leads into your point! if this is just a learning opportunity then it’s assumed he’s going to learn that about being behind sawamura for once. my personal hope is that he learns how much it can hurt to cheer on the person who’s in the spot that you desperately want, and that he appreciates sawamura more for all the encouragement he’s given him.
what I don’t like about that is that that consideration was never given to sawamura. it was kind of assumed that sawamura was always going to be behind furuya since he didn’t have the same kind of raw power going for him. sawamura was never behind because he was learning about being behind. he was behind because everyone thought furuya was better than him, and for once I would like it to just be stated outright that sawamura is playing better than him right now and that’s why he’s the ace.
@horns-of-mischief yeah I did say that I thought that would probably happen in the original reply but that’s not really the point. the point is that by doing it in a flashback it takes some of the magic away from the moment. it’s not as special and exciting because they’ll be things that have already happened, rather than something that they’re saying right now and we get to live it with sawamura. i just think the way the reveal went about was a cheap way to make us look into the team like an outsider and up to the point we’ve lived every moment as a triumph with sawamura so why would this be the one moment that we didn’t get to live with him when it’s the most important one??? it just really sucks.
Being a Graves came with certain expectations. Percival knew that. Theseus though? Theseus had his own ideas.
This was just such pure and wholesome content, thank you so much. I was legit flipping out when this popped up in my inbox today. I commented properly on the fic itself, but spreading here for any other sickfic lovers looking for a cute Thesival sickfic fix. Cause this is beautiful.
@firebyfire Here’s your Grindelnewt. I tried. (@funkzpiel I believe you expressed your interest? If not, I apologize for misunderstanding.)
“Mr. Graves.” A pair of dark brown eyes look up to him from the great pile of paperwork on their owner’s desk. Graves slightly frowns and Newt knows why: he’s out of breath, he’s practically leaning on said desk for support and his eyes are pleading.
“What happened, Mr. Scamander?” Graves asks, almost nonchalantly as his eyes drop back to his papers.
“I need your help.” At Graves’ raised eyebrow, he continues “I found out about some smugglers of occamy egg shells.” Newt takes a deep breath and gulps “I need the help of Aurors here, your help. I’m afraid I won’t stand a chance alone in this situation.” His eyes stare into Graves’ ones, firm determination burning in them. He doesn’t dare to look away, not when so many beasts were on the line.
Graves puts the papers down, stretching his back a little. He looks calm and composed as ever.
“I can’t.” He simply says and Newt’s heart sinks. Before he can mutter his question, Graves beats him to it “We got this big case on our hands, Mr. Scamander, and I simply can’t send a team with you, only because you heard some rumors.”
“But-” Newt starts to protest, and he’s silenced by Graves’ raised hand.
“Shush, Mr. Scamander, I got no time for that. I’ll get O'Brien. He’ll go with you.”
And simple like that, Newt is dismissed out of Graves’ office and in department’s corridor. He waits for O'Brien to come up, fidgeting nervously with the handle of his case.
When the man pats his shoulder, Newt jumps on his spot and squawks. O'Brien flashes him a grin, his usual grin and urges him out of department and to the apparition point.
“So, Scamander,” O'Brien says and Newt’s eyes focus on man’s broad shoulders, his tall figure, his big, strong hands “what is it this time?” He asks Newt over his shoulder.
“Occamy egg shells.” Newt mutters. The man slows down, falling into Newt’s rhythm, walking beside him. Newt smiles, continuing his explanation “You see, those are made of pure silver, and they cost a lot on the black markets these days, so obviously there are people who want to smuggle those.”
O'Brien is silent and Newt just continues rambling about occamies and their precious egg shells, completely missing the dark look in man’s eyes. They arrive at the apparition point, O'Brien takes Newt’s hand, saying simply “Lead the way, Scamander.”
And Newt just does it. The second his legs are on hard surface, he’s being shoved into the wall of a building in the narrow alley they apparated to. The battered suitcase is dropped on the ground with an echoing thud. Newt tries to wriggle out of O'Brien’s iron grasp and blinks confused at the man.
“What- What are you doing, Mr. O'Brien?” Newt says and it comes out as a whine. He slaps himself mentally.
“I’m sorry, Scamander, but you stay back and forget about those eggs.” There’s something dark in those usually kind eyes and Newt shivers.
“Why would I?” Newt says, gulping when O'Brien shoves him further into the bricks of wall. The man rolls his eyes, almost in exasperation at Newt’s question.
“I’m taking those.” O'Brien hisses through gritted teeth in Newt’s face. Newt’s stomach drops. So, in the end, they’re all the same…?
He grips at O'Brien’s strong hands and tries to shake them off himself. He feels angry, betrayed. “Only over my lifeless body!” Newt snarls and grips harder.
It doesn’t affect the man in any way. He just lets go of Newt, dodges his weak attempt to punch him in the gut and smiles wickedly at the magizoologist.
“As you wish, Scamander.” O'Brien’s eyes flash dangerously before Newt sees a drawn wand, pointed at him and hears a spell muttered under man’s breath. The world spins and Newt is falling on the muddy pavement before he even realizes it. Warmth spreads in his chest and he pats at the fabric of shirt here, finding it hot and damp. He brings the hand to his face and blue eyes widen. O'Brien was definitely determined to kill him for some occamy egg shells. He sees O'Brien’s wicked smile once again before he’s out of his field of view.
His head falls back, hitting the hard surface of asphalt as a ragged breath comes out of his mouth. Newt coughs violently and blood gushes out of both the wound in his chest and his mouth. He wasn’t going to make it. Eyes falling on the suitcase laying somewhere nearby, Newt makes an effort to reach out to it. His outstretched hand falls back down before he reaches for it. He’s completely drawn of any strength which was in him. All he can do is lay there and wait for his end, completely alone.
Sounds of explosions and screams fill the cold air, but Newt is completely unfazed by them. He continues to look at the gray sky, thinking about his creatures and how they will survive without his care. A single tear rolls down his temple. Rain starts pouring like a waterfall, drenching him in a matter of seconds. Trails of blood mixed with water and mud run over the dirty gray pavement. The rain silences everything around him, swallows any sounds. He can only hear the rhythmic splattering sound of water against ground and the pulse of his heart, which becomes weaker with every passing minute.
Before he knows it, there’s a figure beside him, staring down and shielding him from the rain.
“I took care of everything.” Newt hears the person say and shifts his eyes to them. Familiar mismatched eyes of Gellert Grindelwald look back into his.
A shallow breath escapes his bloodied lips and he continues to stare, eyes unfocused. Merlin, he’s so tired of everything.
“Why should I believe you?” Newt murmurs, as if to no one in particular, but Grindelwald knows it’s him and probably another dozen of people whom this question is directed at.
Grindelwald crouches down, beside Newt and inspects his wound. Newt’s vision darkens and he wishes he could see his beasts for the last time. Grindelwald cradles Newt’s face with both hands, his skin warm against Newt’s cooled one “Because, I’m the only one who truly cares, Newton.”
Images of Theseus, looking indifferently at him when Newt pleaded his brother to help him to get the hippogriff from under the heavy rock, which Newt couldn’t levitate, because he wasn’t a powerful wizard like his brother, - his lips pursed into a thin line, the annoyance in his eyes - all of this floods his mind. Tina, Graves, all of them have the same look. It makes Newt wonder, why he did believe all of them?
Newt gasps - and that is an effort for his damaged lungs - when Grindelwald suddenly presses his forehead to his and starts chanting something under his breath. Puffs of hot air warm Newt’s lips and his body is engulfed by magic, strong and firm, not as cold as he thought of it many times. It’s comforting and reassuring in some way. The magic heals him, Newt can feel it and his eyes fill with tears. He can move the numbed limbs again, and the first thing he does is clinging to Grindelwald’s coat for dear life.
Eventually, the man releases him and Newt isn’t dying anymore. He blinks away the tears and looks how Grindelwald takes out of his coat pocket an egg. It’s of a beautiful silver and Newt bits back a sob. He sits up, taking the offered egg and clutching it close to his chest. He mouths his gratitude and thinks that perhaps, this man deserves a little chance.
My prompt is: fashion. Looking at Ardyn’s outfit I’m sure he experimented with clothes a lot during 2000 years. How often it was a disaster? ;)
I would love to see Ardyn dressed up in different styles of fashion. Even modern fashion! Or maybe see what Ardyn’s style evolution could have looked like?
You tagged that photo with Colin as "smack" and I'm hearing that Akon's song in my head right now orz Imagine: Newt walking into the room to see Percival bending over a table (maybe he wants to reach something?). It takes a lot of self-control to not smack that ass and Newt isn't known for self-control ;D
OMG hahahahahaha sorry. Not only Newt who has no self-control but me too ;)
AND YES PLEASE! Newt had little voice whisper into his ear to ‘smack that’ and before he knew it, he already smack Percival ass so hard the voice was ringing. ‘Oops?’ He still dazed. Percy’s backside was very hypnotizing ;))
Au, Au, Au... What about: [ship of your choice] (maybe MunakataxKuroh if you could...) and AU "future". And let's say that your ship meet(s ?) in a ship going to underwater city for holiday and the rest is up to you (some fluff and angst?) ^^ Flying cars, spots where you can teleport, advanced medicine that can make you look like a completely different person, and any other futuristic thing you can think about. Sorry, I'm totally hopeless when it come to think about AUs orz
MY DEAREST NAMI. Here I come, bringing you this AU incredibly late. Like a year late. And i’m sorry it’s so short. I kind of think of this as a prologue to a bigger world that could be expanded. It was my first time writing Kuroh, but hopefully you like it!
Title: VastPairing: MunaKurohRating: TWord Count: 1,337AO3Summary: Yatogami Kuroh is one of 100 lucky people selected to relocate to the new colony under the sea. On his journey there he meets a very interesting man.
Full Fic Under Cut, Thanks to @its-love-u-asshole for beta-ing!
Kuroh wasn’t surprised the Oceanic Vessel was packed full with people. It was new and exciting, and people had been discussing the opening of the Oceanic Dome for quite some time now. Many had expected humanity to spread its reaches to space, and so it came as a shock when their resources led them to expand underwater.
The Oceanic Dome; it was meant to be a new habitat for humans, a place where they could watch the vast undersea world move around them, all from the safety and comfort of the enclosed dome.
At first, only those who could afford to buy their way in were allowed to inhabit the Dome. The goal was to bring those rich enough so they would later sponsor the creation of more Oceanic Domes in the future.
But now, they had opened up a lottery. 100 lucky winners, no more, no less, would be sent to the Oceanic Dome, and Kuroh had been selected.
There was nothing left for him on land. His master, Ichigen, had passed away rather suddenly, and Kuroh couldn’t think of a better reason to hide away under the ocean, living in a beautiful new place. Ichigen had taught him many things—fate often led people in strange directions, and when offered an amazing chance for an adventure, he should take it.
And this really had been an amazing offer, one only 100 people were getting to take.The Vessel was enormous—long windows lined the side, meant for the passengers’ viewing pleasure. Fish swam by, dolphins, whales, most completely ignoring the presence of the large Vessel next to them, but a few dolphins flipped by the window, as though they were putting on a show.
Kuroh’s deep cerulean eyes lit up, shimmering against the glass as he stared at the scene in front of him. The ocean was impossible to see through, the deep blue color as endless as he had expected. It was thrilling, and terrifying. He was sure Ichigen would’ve been proud.
“Marvelous to look at, isn’t it?” A deep voice spoke next to him. The tone was smooth, and proper, but had a slight lilt to it, as though he had already solved the mystery of the vast blue water in front of them.
Kuroh turned to glance at the owner of the voice, and was surprised by the man beside him. He was tall, with deep blue hair, small pieces of which framed his thin face. He had metal framed glasses which sat upon his nose perfectly. His suit was a deep blue, though slightly brighter than his hair, and his jacket was long, wrapping around his waist as the bottom flowed out around his hips. He was incredibly handsome, beautiful, was perhaps a better word to use. His violet eyes were stunning against the shimmering blue ocean outside of the window.
“Yes, I would say it is,” Kuroh spoke back.
“The ocean is full of so many mysteries we do not understand, and this Dome is one step forward. Hopefully we can come to understand more,” he said. His lips curled upwards into a smile, and his eyes were now closed, though he turned his head in Kuroh’s direction. The man really was stunningly beautiful.
“Do you…work for the Dome research team?” Kuroh asked. The way the man spoke, it seemed as though he were involved in someway, though it was a mystery as to why this man had chosen to speak to him.
He chuckled, his deep voice vibrating in his chest. “No, no. Nothing like that, I was selected,” he paused, “as were you, I presume?”
Kuroh nodded. “Yes, one of the 100. My late master always told me I should take any chances to experience new things, so I chose to try.”
“Oya? Late master?” The man asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Ah, the man I studied with,” Kuroh explained. “I studied the historical arts, mostly swordplay.” He wasn’t sure why he was speaking about these things to this mysterious stranger. There was a small part of him that felt uneasy around the man.
“How fascinating,” he hummed. “A swordsman.”
“Most don’t realize they still exist,” Kuroh sighed. “A forgotten art, you could say.” There was a sadness in his voice, as he recalled the many days and nights he’d spent meditating, learning, studying.
“It is unfortunate,” the man said. Interesting, the way he spoke, it seemed as though he was completely aware of the dying art. “I’m Munakata Reisi,” the man said, nodding his head once more at Kuroh.
“Yatogami Kuroh,” he said.
“It’s nice to meet you. I hope you do not mind me imposing on your time. I saw you standing by the window and I couldn’t help but speak to you. You interested me,” Munakata said.
Turning back towards the window, Kuroh let out a sigh, a small smile on his lips. “I don’t know why.” This man was peculiar, to say the least.
Stepping forward, Munakata pressed his hand to the window and slowly spread his fingers out. “The way you looked out the window, I thought perhaps you felt similar about the ocean. I thought we could share a connection of sorts,” Munakata chuckled. “What do you plan to do once we arrive at the Oceanic Dome?” he asked.
Kuroh shrugged, returning his gaze to the window. “I wasn’t quite sure. Start over, I suppose,” he said. “And yourself?”
“I see,” Munakata nodded. “I thought I could expand my knowledge of the world. This is a completely new venture for humanity, different from land, different from space, yet it is still vast and unknown. It’s terrifying, yet hopeful, though we don’t know what’s in store for us.”
“Are you sure you’re not a researcher?” Kuroh asked.
Munakata laughed again, this time reaching into the pocket of his pants, pulling out a small case. Popping it open, he handed Kuroh a business card. “I’m to be the new head of security,” he explained. “And based on what you’ve told me, I’d love to make you part of my team.”
“Hah?” Kuroh muttered. Head of security, it seemed fitting for the man somehow, especially since he was so poised, calm and collected.
“As I said, there are many things we do not know. We don’t know how people will react to this environment over a long period of time, there are many variables, but this is the future,” he gestured back to the window as a school of fish swam by.
Leaning forward, Munakata placed his thumb on Kuroh’s chin, and tilted his head up, their eyes close. Kuroh felt his cheeks flush and he wondered if Munakata knew anything about personal space; the action had been shocking to say the least. “I need someone like you in my squad, Yatogami Kuroh. Calm, collected, trained,” he said softly, staring into Kuroh’s eyes. Up close, the man’s violet eyes seemed intelligent and dangerous, as though he knew exactly how to get everything he wanted.
Stepping back, he handed his card to Kuroh, who stayed silent. “I think we could get along, quite well,” Munakata said, smiling once again. “Once you’re settled, feel free to contact me. I wish you luck in this new frontier, though I do hope to see you again.”
“Alright,” Kuroh said quietly, his throat dry.
As he walked away, Kuroh’s heart continued to throb, and he ran his finger over the corner of the card. Head of security. He really hadn’t decided what to do yet, but it would be nice to be able to put his training to use in the Dome. Kuroh could tell living in the Dome was going to be a life changing experience, whether he chose to contact Munakata or not.
Glancing out towards the window, he watched as a pod of dolphins swam by, making clicking noises as they flipped about through the water. Kuroh thought the ocean was truly vast, and incredibly mysterious, but perhaps not as mysterious as the beautiful man, Munakata Reisi.
