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mantle (rwby)

at the edge of the world (holding hands?!?!?!)

The edge of the world is not spectacular.

Kiyomi had been imagining a beautiful ice-swept vista, maybe an ominous volcano bubbling on the side. At the very least she’d expected the water to be clean. But here they are, staring down at a rocky shoreline, upon which an entirely ordinary ocean laps. Kiyomi can see an empty waterbottle drifting in its currents.

“So this is it,” Misa says.

There’s a thread of anxiety in her voice. Kiyomi doesn’t look over, but she does knock Misa’s shoulder with her own briefly and listens as Misa exhales, a little ragged.

“This is it,” Kiyomi agrees.

It’s not fair. It’s not.

“I’ve been told,” Misa says, “that you humans call this the ‘Pacific Ocean.’”

“And I expect you elves call it the Sea of Wonders, is that it?” Kiyomi snips back.

“No,” Misa says. “We call it the Fall.”

Kiyomi swallows.

“You’re sure you couldn’t take me with you?”

“It’s not allowed,” Misa mumbles. “Only elves can make it over the edge. Everyone else just — sails right back to where they started, once they’re noticed by the authorities, and they always are. Old magic or something.”

“I could sneak in,” Kiyomi says. “If you wanted me to. I can be very quiet.”

“There’s one more problem,” Misa says. “You can’t go back.”

“…Oh.”

Kiyomi supposes it makes sense. It’s falling off the edge of the world, after all. Not very likely that someone could come back from that.

“I used to think,” Misa says, staring at the floor, “that of course I’d want my boyfriend to come with me, when I passed on. What’s the point of love if you wouldn’t die for them, right? It was the most romantic thing in the world to me.”

“And it’s not anymore?”

“Well, you’re hardly a boyfriend,” Misa says.

“Misa.”

Misa makes a little finger gun and fires it at Kiyomi’s forehead with a bang! Then grins. It’s wan, though, not Misa-like at all. “I don’t know. It’s still beautiful, I guess. But I don’t — want you to die.”

“I’d be with you,” Kiyomi says.

Misa makes a frustrated noise. “Yes, but — I — I’d be taking you away from everything you ever loved, and I. I don’t want that any more. Even if I’m alone.”

“Misa…”

“I like you, Kiyomi,” Misa says. She’s shaking. “I love you, yeah, but love’s easy for me because I’m sick in the head. But it’s not just that, I — I like you. I really, really fucking like you. And I don’t want —”

She trails off, then.

Kiyomi reaches and takes her hand.

“I like you too,” she says.

Misa shudders, then breathes out. “Yeah,” she says. “Yeah, I know.”

They watch the ocean for a while more. The bottle, Kiyomi notices, has drifted ashore. It’s stuck in the sand now.

“Five more years,” Kiyomi says, as gently as she knows how.

Misa nods.

“It’s a lot of time.”

“Yeah,” Misa murmurs. “It is.”

They turn and leave the Fall for another day.

dungeon crawl babeyyyy

locked in the same dungeon cell for the same petty crime against the local lord

middle earth yuri?? more likely than you think

Edited 2024-08-17 20:04 (UTC)

after-school detention

a/n: they’re in an international (british) high school btw! this does take place in japan but they’re not allowed to speak japanese outside of japanese class. if you think this is deeply fucked then you are correct i hated my international high school <3 anyway

Haori stomps the whole way to the door, but stops after Mrs Olive opens it for her, feeling a little silly.

It’s not her fault, she thinks, as she plods down to her assigned seat. The outrage, a previously bright fire in her ribcage, is smoldering down into sullen indignation. It’s not like she’d told Auchi-sensei to cut his hair off and become a monk on the woods! She’d just… implied it. And besides, he’d said that the British Empire had “no choice” in starting the opium wars “for the defense of free trade,” and while history wasn’t Haori’s strongest subject, one could only take her friend Susato’s mumbled objections and furiously scribbled arguments that never made their way out of her notebook until one stood up and said something.

Ugh!

At least they hadn’t made Susato go with her, Haori consoles herself. Her best friend was distraught with guilt for ruining Haori’s perfect academic record and was only somewhat reassured after Haori pointed out that you didn’t have to divulge your detention history to CommonApp. Su’s probably waiting in the library for Haori right now; they’re getting lemonades later. The thought brings a smile to her face.

“First time?” someone asks, right as Haori is about to sit down.

Haori jolts and turns around, almost stumbling over the chair.

“Whoa there,” says the person — a girl, Haori realizes, as she catches herself and sits down properly. She has her blonde hair in a ponytail, wearing a baseball cap backwards and resting her chin on one hand. She’s sitting right behind Haori. Her eyes are a deep ocean blue. “Wot’s your name?”

“Erm, Haori,” Haori answers. “Haori Murasame.”

“Huh. Pretty name. I’m Gina Lestrade,” the girl introduces, sticking out her hand to shake. Haori takes it. Gina’s palm is callused, she notices. “Wot’d they get ya for?”

“Er,” Haori says, trying to remember the exact charge a red-faced and slightly balder than usual Auchi-sensei had shouted at her. “Academic… disrespect?”

Gina rolls her eyes. “Figures. That’s the catch-all.”

“Um, why are you here?” Haori asks. Now she thinks about it, she’s seen Gina around campus before — swinging a bat at a baseball game, maybe, or talking to Mr. Gregson in between classes.

“Arson,” Gina says.

Haori almost leaps out of the chair. “What?!”

“Relax, relax, I’m pulling yer leg,” Gina says, and grins. She has a very dashing smile, Haori notices. Like the bad boy in a visual novel, but a girl. “Zieks said I was mouthin’ off.”

“You were… what?”

“Uh — shit, I don’t know the Japanese,” Gina says, putting a finger to her temple. “Bein’… disruptive? I guess?”

“Ohhh.” Haori nods. She hasn’t had any of Mr van Zieks’s classes yet; he only teaches seniors. “Were you?”

“Wot?”

“Being disruptive.”

“Oh.” Gina’s face clears. “Huh, no one’s asked me that before. I mean, not really? I just bend paper clips into cool shapes, dunno wot’s so wrong with that.”

“That doesn’t seem wrong at all,” Haori says. “I practice needle injections on Su — my friend — all the time in class!”

“You wot?”

“In biology,” Haori quickly clarifies. “And I don’t actually put it in! I just practice. Because I’m going to be a doctor someday.”

“Huh. I… see.” Gina looks exactly as lost as before.

“I can do it to you right now if you want,” Haori offers, pulling a fake syringe out of her sleeve.

Gina worries at her lip.

“It’s not dangerous, I promise!” Haori tacks on.

“…’Kay, sure,” Gina says, and rolls up her sleeve to offer Haori her arm. Oh. Wow, Gina’s forearms are amazingly muscular. Haori almost runs her hand over her bicep in appreciation before remembering professional doctor-patient practice and clearing her throat.

“Your forearms are amazingly muscular!” she says, and when Gina’s mouth falls open she positions the needle against her bicep and pushes down the plunger.

The needle doesn’t go in, of course. The tip stays still against Gina’s skin while the head of the syringe goes down, like a trick knife. But practicing the posture is just as important as the actual injection, Haori reminds herself.

Gina has gone pink.

“There, done!” Haori stuffs the syringe back into her sleeve. “What do you think?”

“I didn’t even notice you did it,” Gina says, a little high-pitched.

Haori grins. “That’s the goal!”

“And uh,” Gina says, going pinker. Her fingers fidget. “Listen, I’m flattered, I swear, but I’ve got a lass waitin’ for me.”

“You’ve… what?”

“A girlfriend,” Gina says. “A, uh, a kanojo.”

Haori blinks. Then blinks again.

“…You got a problem with that?” Gina asks warily.

“No! No, of course not!” Haori knew gay people existed, obviously, she just hasn’t met any in person before. That she knows of, anyway. For some reason the fact that Gina likes girls is the best news in the world, but the fact that she has a girlfriend is the worst.

“Good,” Gina says, relaxing incrementally.

“Good!” Haori nods rapidly. “Right!”

“Anyway.” Gina clears her throat. “Wanna see one o’ my paper clips?”

“I’d love to,” Haori says, sincere.

-

When detention is over she has successfully gotten Gina’s number. Susato asks what she’s smiling about and Haori says she’s met someone really cool and pretty in detention and doesn’t notice the way Susato flinches ever-so-slightly. They walk home together — they only live a few minutes away from each other, and Haori loves stopping by the Mikotobas’ anyway — and Susato’s brother, Kazuma, ruffles her hair and calls her a rebel while Susato swats at him.

It’s a good day.

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two guardians at their kids' christingle service. neither of them are sure what exactly a christingle is

sunningrocks

zoom call yuri

quarantined together

at the clubbbbbbb

Fill from Team Transformers! https://archiveofourown.org/works/58316722

No content warnings, but NSFW.

falling into tartarus, house of hades style

the first house (tlt)

the ninth house (tlt)

a scene on stage, just the two of them and the audience and the huge bright lights and the peer pressure :)

Kiyo’s good at this, Misa reflects. Like, scarily good at this.

She’s not better than Misa, obviously, hut — it’s interesting, the way she pulls it off. Misa’s good at managing her microexpressions and gestures and breaths, she’s good at playing out every nuance of the role she needs to play, but underneath all that she’s still Misa.

Kiyomi, on the other hand… it’s like she puts on a mask. Pulls a switch somewhere in her head and she becomes a whole different person.

It’s got one flaw though, Misa thinks, a little viciously. Masks can be poked off.

“You look wearily,” she says, pouring every ounce of worry and care that she has into the words.

“No, noble mistress,” Kiyomi answers. As Ferdinand, she has her hair tucked into her hat. “’Tis fresh morning with me when you are by at night.”

Misa swallows. Her — no, Ferdinand’s — eyes are so very gentle, almost worshipful. The real Kiyomi would probably rather cut her hand off than look at Misa that way.

“I do beseech you,” Kiyomi continues, eyes fixed on Misa’s, “chiefly that I might set it in my prayers: what is your name?”

“Miranda,” Misa answers. I gasp here; I lean forward in horror. “O my father, I have broke your hest to say so!”

And — so lightly it looks like an accident — she brushes against Kiyomi’s arm when she gestures.

Kiyomi instantly stiffens and glares.

Misa doesn’t grin. But she does, as subtly as possible, wink.

Got her.

“Admired Miranda,” Kiyomi manages, before she becomes Ferdinand once more. “Indeed the top of admiration, worth what’s dearest to the world…”

Misa’s going to pay for that slip later, but when Kiyomi pauses halfway through her monologue just to shoot her another glare —

Oh, worth it. So worth it.

-

(“Have you seen the local newspaper’s review, Amane-san?”

“No, why?”

“They say that we… that Ferdinand and Miranda… had, er, ‘insane chemistry.’”

“Oh! Good!”

“…Right. Yes. Good.”)

Quarry

(Maybe they're fighting, and maybe there's explosions. Who could say.)

When the world ends
the seas will boil,
the skies will turn to ash
in the lungs of everyone
who isn't safe
in your arms.
(unbaptized by your kisses)
- A Softer World, 1000

a busy street

climbing a tree

In a safe house

Canon: Resident Evil Movieverse

Pairing: Alice/Claire pre-relationship

WC: 498

Alice comes with them and Claire is unable to express her gratitude.

Genuinely, Claire does not know how to proceed. The woman is an enigma and Claire cannot guess why she is coming to Arcadia instead of continuing her fight against Umbrella.

Claire had felt a literal rise in tension the moment they had all realized Carlos’ fate had been sealed. It was like her hindbrain had recognized a predator. She figured Alice’s freaky-ass physic powers had something to do with it. And that the woman would have been taken those freaky-ass physic powers to go kill some megalomaniac idiots.

Instead, she’s here.

For now, the woman just seems calm and methodical as she helps navigate the helicopter across the continent.

Though, Claire thinks she overhears Alice whisper “No infection” as they cross over into Canada.

***

Landing at "Arcadia" is another blow in a long line of bullshit.

Claire wants to break down, wants to grab one of the hundred derelict cars and drive it straight into the water and not come back up. She can’t though because K-Mart and the other survivors are looking at the field of metal with despondent eyes.

Claire Redfield’s not allowed to break.

Alice’s eyes scour the scene. She talks quietly. “Look, the cars are ordered, empty but not ransacked. A meeting place maybe?”

“But they leave their transportation behind?”

Alice frowns. “That’s why I don’t like it. Let’s not stay here this night.”

She lets Alice take the lead, watches the woman siphon fuel into a jerrycan before topping up and hotwiring a small bus. They had flown over a small town a little bit before the Arcadia coordinates, so that’s where Alice takes them all.

Before they get into town, there’s a structure. The fact that they find a hunting lodge with fucking ammo left is a miracle. Claire could cry. Food’s a concern, but they’ll all have to go to bed hungry tonight. Even if it’s Alaska, it’s too dangerous for anyone to venture out into the darkness.

However, they can afford some comforts. Alice gravitates to the lodge’s hearth, building a fire that everyone gathers around to sleep. Claire takes a spot on the edge, towards the front entrance, just in case. Alice joins her.

“I’ve been selfish. I’m putting you all at risk.”

“There’s no life without risk anymore.”

“No I mean…” Alice wrinkles her nose and then cracks her neck. “Coming with you all on the helicopter, that means I left the job undone. They’ll be back after me again. That was my chance to get them off my tail for good and yet I’m here.

Claire stares across the mass of sleeping bodies and into the fire. Once again, she’s unsure how to respond. It was easier when she had first met Alice, to say the woman needed to stay away.

Alice sighs. “I think I’m done with being alone.”

Claire reaches over, grabs Alice’s hand and squeezes. “Good because you don’t have to be.”

Two characters meet while attending vastly different professional events (e.g. rocket scientists and poets) located in the same hotel/conference center.

Location: a cybernetic enhancement clinic. Think cyborgs, androids, any kind of futuristic enhancement.

Working in a research laboratory.

Two characters both end up at the creepiest motel in existence. Bonus points if they end up sharing a room.

“I’m afraid there are no more rooms,” says the old lady at the counter.

“That’s not possible,” Kiyomi argues. She tries her best to be polite to minimum wage workers, but she’s been freezing ever since she accidentally brushed the single wilted potted plant in the corner of the room and it shriveled away from her touch and into the peeling yellow wallpaper, so forgive her. “I booked ahead, I have my reservation receipt right here.”

“Sorry,” the old woman says, and smiles at her. Her teeth are very sharp, Kiyomi notes. Very, very sharp. “I’m — that is, we’re full.”

Kiyomi grits her teeth. She will not let herself be scared away from her rightful place by one slightly creepy elderly woman. “Please, I really don’t have another place to stay,” she says. “I’m sure you could find something.”

“No more rooms,” the old woman says stubbornly.

“I could sleep on the couch in the lobby,” Kiyomi threatens. Let that chase away all the customers. It wouldn’t be a good look for Kiyomi, but it’s not like anyone respectable is coming to this motel.

“What couch?”

Kiyomi turns. The couch is gone.

“It was right there,” she says, pointing in front of the potted plant.

“I’m sorry, dear,” the old woman says. “I’m afraid your mind must be playing tricks on you.”

“No, I swear—”

“Is that who I think it is?” comes a new voice from down the hallway.

Kiyomi stiffens. No. No, please god no…

“Kiyomi-chan!” Misa fucking Amane pokes her head out of her room. “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Oh, how lovely!” The old woman claps her hands together. “You two are friends?”

This is somehow the most horrifying thing that has happened all night.

“Yes,” Kiyomi grits out. “We’re on wonderful terms.”

“And I still owe you a meal!” Misa grins at her, leaning against the open doorframe. Her smile is even more like a shark’s than the old woman’s. “I’ve wanted to meet up with you again for ages!”

Kiyomi had actually contemplated asking Misa out again, this is true. She’d lost horribly at their last dinner and she knew it. But the winner asking the loser for a rematch is just bad etiquette.

Then again, she shouldn’t have expected Misa Amane to know anything about etiquette.

“Can we share a room, please?” Misa turns her puppy-dog eyes on the old woman. “Pretty please? We’ll be good quiet girls, right, Kiyo?”

If you don’t get drunk again, Kiyomi kindly does not say. “Yes, of course.”

“Hmmm,” the old woman says. “I suppose I’ll allow it. Friends are so sweet when eaten — I mean, meetin’ together.” She smiles at Kiyomi again; Kiyomi flinches. “Free of charge.”

“Oh, thank you very much!” Kiyomi nods politely.

“Now shoo.”

Before Kiyomi can do so, Misa has already darted out and pulled her into the room with a vice grip on her arm. The door slams shut behind them.

Kiyomi turns in a circle. The ceiling fan is not only broken, but also slanted at an odd angle to the ceiling. There is a pentagram etched on the floor. The bathroom mirror is grimed with mold from unknown sources. And to top it all off, the true horror: there is only one bed.

“Shall we work out sleeping arrangements, Amane-san?”

Misa doesn’t respond.

Kiyomi turns. “Amane-san—?”

Misa pauses in the middle of barricading the door with a chair, a knife between her teeth. “Mmf?” she asks through the knife.

“What,” Kiyomi says slowly, “are you doing.”

Misa finishes shoving the chair under the handle and shifts her knife to her free hand. “Saving our lives? Duh?”

“By trapping me in here with a knife?”

“The knife is for the monsters outside, obviously,” Misa says.

Kiyomi scoffs. “Amane-san, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but this motel—”

“I’ve stabbed three different zombies already,” Misa informs her cheerfully. “Because I’ve been here three nights. And you know what? If you were out there on the couch, you’d be dead five minutes in.”

“…There isn’t a couch.”

“Fucker.” Misa pauses. “Why are you staying here, Kiyomi?”

Kiyomi’s head is spinning. Is this some kind of reality TV show she’s been snatched into? Has Misa finally lost it? What the hell is going on?

Best to play along for now.

“NHN is hosting a get-together event,” Kiyomi says. Truth.

“And this is where you’re staying?”

“Yes,” Kiyomi bites out. “Because I’m the stand-in for the host, who is Miho Sato.”

“And you have to pay for it yourself?” Misa stares, then shakes her head. “Bastards.”

With anyone else Kiyomi would’ve defended her company’s decision. Maybe even said she was happy with how it had all turned out. Kiyomi Takada is meant to be above it all.

But Misa — what does she have to lose around Misa?

“Bastards,” Kiyomi agrees.

Misa grins. “Alright, monster of the week should be here in ten.”

“Do you have another knife for me?” Kiyomi asks.

“Better,” Misa says. “I’ve got a gun.”

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