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🎁 In honour of this outrageous Charlie still.

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And the crime is said to be something really bad. Bad enough that Hashirama banishes Tobirama, without even asking to see if it's true or not, or even believing Tobirama when he tried to defend himself. 

I'd love it if Madara and/or Izuna are the ones to find out he's innocent either in the process of, or after, they take him in to claim the bounty (brought in alive is a higher reward than dead).

Thank you if and/or when you do this :)

AT LONG LAST!

Admittedly, the fic mostly focuses on your discord prompt for "Can Only Move The Eyes" but I tried to make it a package deal in the end since it already had taken up so much time (six months) and I filled the COMTE square in the meantime <_<

A nashuri drabble, based on the word prompt: roses

(i.e. due to some grief going on in my personal life, i’ve had five weeks worth or more of writer’s block, and this was what I could manage)

Rated: G/T

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“Roses really smell like pooh-pooh ooh…” Shuri sings, very off key.

“This does not make sense. ‘Down to Mars’ girl. Mars is above us. We cannot be down to Mars, when mars is in constant orbit above our planet.”

“It’s just a song, Namor.”

“Yes, a very catchy song. A, how do you say it in your age, a banger-bop.”

“That is not how we say it, but okay.”

OutKast keep singing about leaning a bit closer, and it’s two in the morning, the lab is a little cold because of the delicate cores and material they’re working with, and Namor is obviously grumpy because he hasn’t eaten anything in hours, but Shuri thinks for the first time in a long time she might, possibly, be having fun.

The Vibranium power cell hovers on its tiny dias, glowing blue and purple, even more compact and efficient than when they first started working on it. Two kingdoms, sharing expertise, working for something greater than themselves.

And nobody said sharing expertise couldn’t be fun.

Shuri sways gently along to the song. Namor puts up a front of not being enthused, but he’s tapping one foot perfectly in time with the beat. Shuri finds herself wanting to engage him, has the mad impulse to even take his hands and boogie along, so she stops herself by dancing a respectful distance away.

“Had a lot of time to ponder songs while you were underwater, eh?”

“I got a gramophone right when it came out.”

She’s sure he didn’t mean for it to come out sounding so defensive. It makes the corners of her mouth quirk up, despite herself.

“You are so funny.”

“I keep up with the trends.”

“Okay, boomer.”

“Shuri,” he says, warningly. With as much bite as a sunfish would a sea snail.

In one over enthused move, Shuri bumps the side of the lab table, knocking a vibranium core slightly off balance. It’s in no danger of actually falling off, since Griot is programmed to follow her movement and constantly nanobots are at the ready to form a protective net.

But Namor lunges anyway. Half of his body ends up knocked into hers, one arm outstretched to catch the rock where it would’ve fallen, and logically, exploded.

The lab goes into darkness. The song, silenced.

The muscled bulk of Namor’s shoulder is hard against her lab coat, his bicep like a tree branch where she’s ended up tangled up against him, lifted up on her toes where he is pushed upwards. He seems partially caught in an attempt to push her away from danger, and half to take the brunt of the impact where the core would’ve detonated on the floor.

“What are you doing?” Shuri asks, blinking spots out of her eyes. She hadn’t even realised how bright it was.

“Helping you.”

“I was fine.” She swallows the lump in her throat. Tilts her chin at a display panel, glowing softly in the distance. “Built in failsafes.”

“I know.”

Neither of them moves. She thinks they probably should.

The lights stay low. The vibranium core stains the world blue.

She can feel him breathing; remembers the lightning fast way he crossed the room to her, even though her reflexes are just as fast as his, even though she has her panther habit on, even though she’s done this a thousand times before.

Shuri stretches an arm out gingerly, and plucks the core back from his hand to put on the table. He pulls slightly away and stands straight. He doesn’t avert his eyes, or anything like that. He just looks at her, and waits.

The moment stretches out too long between them. He’s close enough she can see the uneven direction that his beard is trimmed, with so many hours they’ve spent up here.

She leans in, and he does too, mouth parted like he wants to share a secret. But she bails at the last minute, acting like she wanted to move the vibranium piece back to safety.

“Griot, resume song.”

The beat comes back on, and the lab with it. Namor blinks once, then twice, understanding her meaning.

(And what is my meaning? Shuri asks herself. Half fearing the answer.)

Neither of them says anything, falling back into careful syncopation as they fuss with the nano batteries. There is only the sound of music in her lab and the careful hush of quiet work. The smell of molten silver and something aquatic from him that she can’t place, like open sky and dark water.

As he holds a piece in place for her to solder a component tight, she thinks to herself that maybe she didn’t make it up in her head.

That he once told her about the chucum blossom and the tortoise shell; and maybe he wasn’t really joking, when he called her something like a smoking star.

What does that mean? She’d asked.

Precious beyond compare. He’d said back, with the wealth of an entire world in his eyes.

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Here you go 😘

Center of Attention

Aww, such a lovely compliment! Thank you! 🤍 I'm sorry it took me so long to finally post this and I really hope you'll like it. I tried to be cute with some flirty banter because that's just so them.

this was so fun to write!

The girlfulloffandoms presents: kickstart my heart (tw:mentions of alcohol)

Willie had never been one for parties, sure there was usually all his favourite people in attendance but it just wasn't his style, neither was cheap beer but here he was at Jackson Donovan's house party cradling a cheap plastic cup of watery $5.92 beer listening to a strange mix of R&B and cheesy boyband pop singing from the living room sound system. Being friends with the host had its disadvantages, but it seemed his luck was about to change.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gerard Keay/Original Character(s) Characters: Gerard Keay, Original Characters, Original Fear Entity Avatars (The Magnus Archives) Additional Tags: Nonbinary Character, Genderqueer Character, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, sex in a semi-public place, Smut, Kissing, Teasing, Flirting, Biting, Mentions of consensual collaring, Being caught in the aftermath Summary:

Nemo hates the Magnus Institute, and no amount of Gerry working with Gertrude is going to change that. Still, when the lights are low and the night is quiet, Gerry can make even a visit to the archives a good time.