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dermagier

The U-20 World Cup was over, and it was time to get back to life.

A life without Michael Kaiser in it. He had taken the offer to Re Al and gone, leaving Alexis.

It was... hard. Hard because Kaiser had become his sun, his moon, and all the stars. He was in love with Kaiser, had been since the say he had come into and asked him if he believed in the impossible. Because Alexis did. He loved the impossible, the magic in the world. It wasn't like the magic in fairy tales and fantasy, though he wished it was, but in the passions that were ignited in people. Kaiser had ignited that in Alexis.

And now he was gone.

And in his place was Yoichi Isagi.

Kaiser... wasn't exactly the most popular member of Bastard München, but he won games, so he was tolerated and respected if not loved. Whether or not the rest of the Under-Twenty team of Bastard would accept Isagi was up in the air.

And since it was Ness and Isagi that had scored that last goal, the coach of the team decided that it was Alexis who should help get Isagi settled in. So, here he was, at the dorms of the Bastard München youth academy, waiting for Isagi to show up.

brutalappeal

Military life had surprisingly suited Seung-gil. Not enough that he wanted to make a career out of it, but enough that his time in it hadn't been awful. He did his year and a half in the army after retiring from skating at twenty-four, and had gotten out, deciding to continue his education in advanced mathematics.

Now, six months after retiring, he was seeing the people from the year Victor Nikiforov tried his hand at coaching Yuri Katsuki for the first time in years. Including Emil. He had known Emil had retired around the same time he had and had gone into the more extreme side of winter sports.

"Hey," he said as he walked over to the taller man. He didn't know why he was invited to this party or why he accepted it, he barely knew any of the people here; Leroy was an irritant, the Crispino twins were annoying (though Mickey was less now because he finally gotten it through his head that he didn't want to date Sara), Katsuki was weird, and Giacometti, the man hosting the party, was lewd.

But the others were okay, if a little loud because they were drinking. He settled at the window with Emil, a small bowl of party mix crackers in hand, a Coke in the other. He looked at the other man. Emil was twenty-four now? Or about to be twenty-four, if he remembered right. "How have you been?"

He was fond of Emil, despite not having seen him in some time. They had kept in contact, but Seung-gil was never the best at keeping communication, and his time in the military had distracted him from staying in touch with the few friends he did make during his time figure skating, so other than the occasional hello via DMs on Facebook or Instagram, he hadn't heard much from him, only knowing what was going in the Czech man's life via his Facebook timeline. Or was it Wall? He didn't bother to remember.

But they two of them had had an intimate connection a few times, and those memories was something Seung-gil often found himself looking at. For various reasons.

inmyweb

Makoto was minding his own damn business one too hot summer evening when he got assaulted by two goons.

He knew they were goons the moment he laid eyes on him. The second question was whose goons were they and why were they attacking him. The first question was how to get out of the situation without getting himself hurt. These two had mutation quirks, were taller than him, and had bigger muscles.

"Help you gentleman?" he asked as they crowded him into an alley. He activated his quirk, weighing his options. There weren't any good ones. They alley they were backing him into was had a dead end, and it was small enough and they were built enough that they blocked the exit.

But just because they were big didn't mean they were athletic, but in one of the possible futures he could see, one of them got their shirts ripped off, and he was cut.

Mid level mobsters, but they were smart enough to box him in like this. And smart enough not to let themselves be seen until they ambushed him, his quirk only worked with the information he had, sometimes it sparked when he was in danger, but it hadn't this time.

"You've been nosing in on some of our boss' business," the one whose shirt got would get ripped off if he tried to run now said. He had a nice voice, and a nice smile that belayed a potential to create a lot of pain. "And he wants you out of it."

Who the hell had he pissed off? Maybe it was his father finally tired of paying his tuition and silence. Though if that was the case the old man had another thing coming because those photos would be released if he died. Maybe it was his wife, who was divorcing him and trying to get as much money as possible from him.

Or it could be the spoiled brat son of someone he pissed off at school. Someone who had tried to mess with him and got burned. Fifty-fifty either way.

"And he doesn't want to negotiate?" Makoto asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because hurting me will only make what's coming for him worse."

"No. He wants you out, all the way out," velvet voice said, his smile broaden to show his sharp lionlike teeth.

Makoto saw the punch before the other goon swung and had sidestepped out of the way. Keeping his quirk activated so he could see every potential problem, he saw no clean way out of this.

Dirty it was then. He let the next get in before he ducked, ramming his fist in the silent goon's groin, saw the knee coming up, took it in the chest as the man fell. Pain blossomed where the knee hit, but he put his hand down and ran for the exit, taking just a second to stomp on the goon's face, breaking his nose for sure and hopefully his jaw as he ducked out of Velvet voice's right hook and kept going.

cinderferal

So, Shidou's never really taught anyone about sex before. Oh, he provided exposition and used sex as a metaphor all the time; most people got sex.

He talked about sex a lot, partly because it was on his brain all the time, partly to be an asshole and try to freak people out into underestimating him on the pitch.

But now he's going to be someone's guru, and if he's honest? He's a little nervous and a lot more excited. He doesn't want to fuck up this guy's sex life. But considering his life is pretty fucking great, the chances of that are low.

So here he is, sitting in a decent motel, waiting for Denji to show up.

worthlesspride

The sound of the ocean outside Oikawa's hotel was soft and gentle. Oikawa had a good-looking man in his arms; all should be right in the world.

Making friends with Hinata was nice and reignited a spark in him that had dimmed a bit since he had come to Argentina. And the sex was awesome; Hinata was an enthusiastic lover and gorgeous to watch either under or on top, and they had gone a couple of rounds before calling it a night, showered, and were now cuddling in the spare bed of his room.

It was almost perfect. Almost because there was something niggling in the back of his mind ever since Hinata brought up Kageyama. Thankfully, not when he was balls deep inside of the hot, enthusiastic redhead now resting his head on Oikawa's chest, Oikawa's hand stroking that sunny hair.

They were quiet now, and he was sure Hinata was on the edge of sleep as his brain spiraled. Every time Hinata mentioned Kageyama, something in him had taken notice no matter how much he tried to ignore it. Things between him and his former kouhai had just, well, ended. They had great sex, and then Oikawa moved to Argentina. He had thought about him and used the memories of their encounters on lonely nights. But now, with the memory of Kageyama Tobio in his face now that he wasn't distracted by Hinata's sunny personality.

"Shit, I'm in love with Tobio-chan."

rainandswallows

They had spent most of the day traveling from Japan to Italy to stay at a tropical (or semi-tropical? Yamamoto didn't know the correct label, only that it was warm) island of Mafia Land again.

( Yamamot was drying his hair.. )

lefttwin

Something had happened for the first time in a long time.

Someone had asked Osamu out on a date. It was not a hook-up, which was uncommon, but it happened thanks to Grindr and bars whenever Osamu felt like putting himself out there. No. This was an actual date with someone he had been flirting with ever since the man moved his business into the storefront a few doors down from Miya Onigiri. He had also played volleyball before retiring after high school.

Osamu hadn't dated since he and Kita had their more or less civil breakup a year after graduating high school. They were still good friends, but it had hurt, and watching his brother go through his romantic turmoil only made Osamu decide that waiting until he was a bit older and getting his business established before pursuing romance was the best option.

Now, someone had asked him out. Someone he liked, had inside jokes with, complained about employees with, and played in a neighbor league with. And was attractive. Very attractive. This Saturday, a nice dinner, a movie, and then... well.

So, he panicked. And he did the one thing he swore he'd never do the first time he saw Atsumu answer an interviewer's question about romance, called his brother for advice.

He was already regretting asking for it when he opened the door to let his brother into his apartment. "If I said I don't need your help anymore, you wouldn't listen to me, would you?"

faecolors

[Kellan was feeling listless and uninspired. He and Amalia had mapped a good chunk of Thunder Junction, and for the first few weeks, it had been fun. But now he was restless. He thought he had been ready to settle and rest his feet for a while, but now he wasn't so sure.

He was still looking for his father in strangers' faces, wondering if they were him in disguise. Suppose Oko was missing him as much as Kellan missed him.

Kellan sighs and thumps his head lightly against the cliff's rock face. He rests his head against the warm stone for a moment before pulling back and putting his hat back on.

Amalia had decided to spend the week in a little town with vampires from various planes of the multiverse, those who didn't fit in with the vampires of their plane for one reason or another. Kellan had stayed for a day before feeling restless and deciding to do some scouting ahead. And maybe that had been a mistake, as now he had too much to think about and no one to distract him from his own thoughts.

Allowing himself the luxury of a sigh, Kellan gave his shoulders a roll and summoned his magic, lifting into the air a bit. There was a small cave higher on the cliff face. He could camp there tonight. In the morning, he'd go to a spring and wash up before heading back to the vampire town to see if Amalia was ready to move on or not. If she weren't, well, he'd figure something out.]

rising_wing

Thebes wasn't exactly near a beach, but by gummi ship, it was close enough and secluded enough to give Riku and Sora a bit of privacy for their date. For the date, Riku had dressed in a white and gold swimsuit with a wrap around it like a kilt and had gotten Sora a similar suit, though his suit was a little longer and slimmer in the leg than Riku's.

The sun was high in the cloudless sky, beating down on them.

Riku relaxed in the chair, grinning at Sora, who had a bowl of grapes and looked absolutely adorable in the white and gold ensemble.

"Not a bad fantasy, huh?" he asked and patted his thigh, offering Sora a place to sit.

scarredrain

Raising his glass, Yamamoto Takeshi studied the amber liquid in it as he slowly swirled it. It was good whiskey, a Japanese brand he had become fond of—Yamazaki single malt whiskey, aged for twelve years.

Growing up, Yamamoto's father refused to make any food that wasn't Japanese unless he could give it a Japanese name. He hadn't understood it then, but now he did and took pride in who he was and where he came from. So, he took to drinking Japanese brands of drinks when he could. It was a show of power and wealth because everyone knew imported drinks were more expensive—or at least gave the impression of enjoying finer things.

It was also a constant reminder to the conservative members of the mafia underworld that he wasn't Italian. A not-so-subtle middle finger to them.

There was a groan, and Yamamoto turned to look. One of the fifteen men, goons of one of the conservative Mafia families Gokudera was negotiating upstairs with, he had knocked out using the dull side of his sword, was getting up. Impressive. That one had some potential. He was young, maybe fifteen, and needed a better Family. But recruitment wasn't Yamamoto's job. Hopefully, when this Family went under another, nicer Family would take the kid in. He made a mental note to send someone to recruit the kid when the Agosti Family finally fell apart.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the most beautiful man in the world walk out of one of the private dining areas. "Have you finished threatening Verdi already?" he asked before putting the rim of the tumbler to his lips and taking a sip.

crushfist

Zell thought his first mission right after graduating to a full SeeD would have felt better than this. But he hadn't counted on this.

With only four graduates and one instructor reinstated as SeeD, Balbamb Garden was spread thin, so top-tier students were assigned to each of them. He wondered how they were assigned. He knew Selphie was assigned to work with Fuujin, Nida was assigned Raijin, and Zell was assigned to work with Seifer.

Squall and Quistis got lucky and were assigned cadets not part of the discipline committee.

This was going to be awkward. Seifer didn't respond well to authority at the best times, and they got along like oil and water.

But it was a job. They had to get it done. Maybe with Seifer's recent exam failure, he'll be more willing to play it by the books.

Zell had to stop himself from sighing because he doubted Seifer would listen to anyone, least of all him.

He stepped out of the classroom, shrugging his shoulders as he got used to having Ifrit junctioned. Time to go on and wait for Seifer and get briefed by one of the faculty members.

energyrain

Insomnia was a nice city, Tidus decided as he looked out at the club from a balcony situated over the main bar and looked down on the dance floor. He was just old enough to get in but not old enough to drink in Lucis. Which was fine by him; he wasn't keen on the idea of drinking for several reasons he didn't want to think about.

The Zanarkand Abes had beat the Insomnia Glaives pretty handily. The Glaives weren't the best team in the League, but they were decent enough to give the Abes a bit of the challenge. But still, the team came out to Insomnia's hottest club to celebrate. As the youngest on his team, Tidus was the only one not drinking, so he had spent most of his time here dancing while the others had their table and drank some, relieving the match. Tidus would go over them later; he just wanted to have fun right now.

He had a glass of water before him, taking a break from dancing. He was tempted to take off the white tank top he was wearing. He wouldn't be the only shirtless man on the dance floor if he did.

Most people here didn't recognize him, which was one reason why he was eager to dance instead of hang with his team. He took a long drink of his water, finishing it off before turning to return to the bar.

"Whoops," he said as he bumped into a man with dark hair. "My bad," he gave the man an apologetic smile.

worthlesspride

2023 was the off-year between the Olympics and the World Championships, though the World Cup would be held this year in Japan, as both it and the Grand Champions Cup always were. Argentina would very likely be coming to the World Cup later in September, but right now was vacation time for Tooru. He had just finished spending a couple of days with his parents, letting them fuss over him, told his nephew all the cool stuff that was in Argentina, and held his new niece for the first time (and was spit up on by her more than once).

Next was to check up on Iwa-chan for a surprise-not-really-a-surprise visit! (AKA, he said he was coming, and Iwaizumi told him not to bother and that they’d get together after work, but Tooru knew he’d be sleepy by then because of the time zone difference.) And maybe, if he was lucky, run into Shoyo too, as he knew his friend was visiting too, but they didn’t really get to compare their schedules.

“Iwa-chan~” He called out as he saw his friend in the lobby, talking to Miya Atsumu, Oikawa’s third least favorite person. He did his best not to glare at him and beamed at his best friend.

lefttwin

Osamu walked into the restaurant and scanned the tables to see if his brother had shown up early. He hadn’t, but Osamu wasn’t surprised. He spoke with the hostess and was brought to a table in the back.

He liked this little hot pot place. It was quiet, close to his apartment, and cheap. Cheap was good because most of the money he made was going into his business. He loved Onigiri Miya, and while it paid the bills, it wasn’t paying for much else yet. It would. Food was his passion, and he made great onigiri with great ingredients.

But sometimes he missed having free time. Which was one of the reasons he jumped at the chance to have dinner with Atsumu. Especially when the other offered to pay, if only to buy his silence.

Osamu was contemplating texting his brother to rag him about being late, even though he was only a minute late, when he saw him walk in. He waved to get his attention.

rainandswallows

A little south of the Pelagie Islands, there was a little getaway owned by the Cavallone Famiglia that the Tenth Generation of the Vongola was currently using for their summer vacation.

A gift from Dino, who was spending his summer in Japan.

Yamamoto was currently on the beach, sitting on a rock, watching the waves gently crash upon the shore. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of blue and tan board shorts; the colors split down the middle, and after a few moments of watching the waves, he saw Gokudera walk down the shoreline. He stood, his swimsuit falling down just below his hip bones.

"Hey!" he called, his face spliting into a grin and bounded down to Tsuna's right hand man. "Haven't seen you since breakfast, where you've been? You missed Lambo messing around with his ten year bazooka again. Guess what I saw on twenty-five-year-old me's phone."

seaandsummer

Natsuo wished he pushed this onto their mother. Or Fuyumi, who was a teacher. But really, it was probably for the best that he was the one to talk to Shouto about this. He was the most qualified as he was 1) another guy 2) also attracted to other men, and 3) going to be a medical professional.

They were ninety percent sure the youngest of the Todoroki siblings was gay. Based mostly on the fact the friends he talked about most were Yoyorouzu and they knew nothing was happening there, Bakugou-kun, and Midoriya-kun. And when Shouto talked about either of the latter two, particularly Midoriya, there was a gleam in his little brother's eye tha he recognized when Fuyumi talked about her first crushes. And probably when he talked about his.

As a bisexual man, Natsuo could see the appeal to either of them, though Bakugou-kun made him think of their father sometimes, which worried him a little, but there was nothing he could do to stop Shouto's heart from wanting what it wanted.

So, here he was, sitting at the kitchen table. Mom and Fuyumi out having a girls' day. With a bag of supplies to help give Shouto 'The Talk.' Fuyumi had gotten it from their grandmother, and Natsuo had gotten it from their grandfather (though he had needed a second one when he got his first boyfriend, that had been given by said boyfriend's mother, and the most embarassing moment in Natsuo's life). And now he was going to give it to Shouto. This was good practice, he reminded himself. He'd probably have to give it to kids who's parents were uncomfortable with giving it. He'd have to give to his own children if he had any.

He heard the door open and looked up to see his little brother walking into the house. "Shouto," he said, offering a smile he hoped wasn't too nervous, and waved him to sit down. "Mom and Fuyumi are out, so I figured we could talk."

boomboombitch

The room was set. All they were waiting for was Izuku.

rising_wing

Leaning against the doorway, Riku watched Vanitas beat the ever-loving crap out of a training dummy. In the months since he had found the other running around in the Keyblade Graveyard, he and Vanitas had become… something. He'd call it friendship—the type of friendship where both parties casually insulted each other. Riku was closer to Vanitas than anyone else in their little group and was often the only one who spent any time with him. Sometimes Sora tried to spend time with him, but how that went Riku didn’t know, leaving it between Sora and Vanitas.

No one really knew how Vanitas survived the Keyblade War, and if Vanitas knew, he wasn’t telling, and Riku wasn’t pushing. All he knew was the other needed help, even if Vanitas didn’t want it.

Now there was a tension of some sort between them. Well, he felt the tension. He didn’t know if he imagined if Vanitas felt it too, or if there was actually something there. And Riku honestly didn’t know how to find out or whether or not he should. He wasn’t even sure of the exact nature of what he felt. And how much… he cut that thought off before it could fully form.

“Having fun?” he asked as he pushed off the wall and walked into the courtyard. As Vanitas was more or less persona non grata at the Land of Departure, Riku had his base of operations in Radiant Garden and allowed Vanitas to come and go as he pleased. “You want something to give you a challenge, or do you want some more dummies to beat up?”

rising_wing

It had been three weeks since Sora disappeared, and Riku was getting desperate. Everyone was getting desperate. Kairi was distraught, blaming herself for his vanishing.

Riku loved Kairi, but he could only take so much of her self-blame. He supposed this was how others felt when he blamed himself for everything that happened when they first started their journey—tit for tat, he guessed.

He sighed as he stopped, gazing around the Badlands area of the Keyblade Graveyard. What had happened here? How long ago? The next time he saw Aqua, he'd have to ask her. Or Terra.

What was he doing here of all places? There was nothing here. He sighed again. Leaning against the rock wall and thunked the back of his head against it, mentally berating himself, shutting his eyes and did his best not to let himself cry. Maybe he needed to. He hadn't let himself cry yet, wanting to be strong for Kairi. For Sora's parents.

He was losing the battle against tears. Maybe not today, but sometime in the future, he would lose if they didn't find Sora soon.

Not yet he told himself. There's no reason to cry. He's just missing. Not dead. You have to find him.

He opened his eyes and continued to wall into the Badlands. As he neared the area that Master Xehanort had created for their climactic battle, The Skein of Severance, he thinks Master Yen Sid called it, why it got named at all, Riku didn't know or care. He paused when he was near the area where he and Sora fought Xigbar and his dark Replica, which gave him another pang of sorrow when he sensed someone watching him from the shadows. He looked over, saw the darkness move, a familiarly shaped shadow, like the Sora-shaped Heartless he once commanded while under Malfecent's influence. It watched him a little longer, then move away from him. Not running away, more like...

More like wanting to be chased. Despite the ache of loss he felt, he couldn't help but smile a little. It wasn't Sora, but it could be a clue. And he did enjoy a good chase.

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