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Entry tags:
- !event,
- chainsaw man: makima,
- critical role: taryon darrington,
- devil summoner: raidou kuzunoha,
- fate/grand order: okada izou,
- final fantasy 7: kadaj,
- genshin impact: wriothesley,
- in stars and time: siffrin,
- library of ruina: malkuth,
- lobotomy corporation: yesod,
- mobile suit gundam seed: dearka elthman,
- mobile suit gundam seed: lacus clyne,
- mobile suit gundam seed: shinn asuka,
- my hero academia: katsuki bakugo,
- original character: lilias hollow,
- original: aodh,
- pacific rim: raleigh becket,
- persona 5: akira kurusu,
- yu-gi-oh! gx: manjoume jun
TRAVEL LOG #3
TRAVEL LOG #3
ā¶ 001. TARGU MURES AIRPORT.
In the early morning of the 1st, Outsiders will receive a message in their oculars.
True enough, a SPECIAL ALERT will blare through the implants shortly after, asking those who would be willing to help with a distress call to head to the hangar. The reward will be an additional bonus pay, as this seems to be different from detecting a kaiju. There, they will see a familiar sight: the LILITH SKY CRUISER, a spacecraft capable of carrying 80 passengers. There is little time for seat assignments, so seating will be on a first come, first serve basis (hopefully you donāt get the middle seat!) and the flight will last about 10 hours. Just like any aircraft, Outsiders may stand up and walk around once the seatbelt signs turn off. There is inflight entertainment consisting of AI movies or virtual reality games (see TRAVEL LOG #2). Characters with inhuman features are required to wear their cloaking devices.
The plane will touch down at Targu Mures Airport, Transylvania, Romania, which appears to be abandoned and desolate. There isnāt a living soul to be found.
There isnāt a data portal in Romania, and thereās just no way to transport the number of cars needed for over 60 people via plane. Letās hope you managed to get proper rest on the way here, because the hike will take about 5-6 hours through the dense forest, with the Captain feeding directions through the ocular based on where the kaiju readings are most pronounced.
All teams will be traveling together along a treacherous terrain which will include both harmful flora & fauna. Outsiders can expect to come across brown bears, wolves, European lynx, golden jackal & wild boars. Although the forest is dense, these animals are scarce to come by, but they can appear, especially when the hike takes place at dusk and into the night.
In this time of the year, hay fever is a common occurrence in these forests. Those sensitive to pollen may be sneezing and feeling fatigue through this hike. There will be steep hills, slippery ground and eerie sounds of the night to serenade the Outsiders. It doesn't help that the further they travel, the thicker a dark fog gathers around them, making the surroundings difficult to make out. Everyone will be provided with flashlights, but those with abilities to see in the dark or cast their own light will be encouraged to lead small groups. Everyone is going in the same general direction, but giving each other some space might be helpful. There will be no time to rest, no matter how tired Outsiders may be.
Just when it feels like they might need to trek through the forest forever—is that smoke coming from a fire up ahead?
"Oh, seriously? Youāre putting this on my plate now when I have so much to do? Tch ā¦ Outsiders currently caring for Imugi eggs, bring them to the medical bay. Iāll take over for now. Captain Yamakawa needs everyone to report to the hangar right away. Thereās been a distress call from a distant land and weāre noticing some strange readings. We need you to go investigate this.
ā¦Put some catnip on my plate, Alex. Itāll be a long night."
ā¦Put some catnip on my plate, Alex. Itāll be a long night."
True enough, a SPECIAL ALERT will blare through the implants shortly after, asking those who would be willing to help with a distress call to head to the hangar. The reward will be an additional bonus pay, as this seems to be different from detecting a kaiju. There, they will see a familiar sight: the LILITH SKY CRUISER, a spacecraft capable of carrying 80 passengers. There is little time for seat assignments, so seating will be on a first come, first serve basis (hopefully you donāt get the middle seat!) and the flight will last about 10 hours. Just like any aircraft, Outsiders may stand up and walk around once the seatbelt signs turn off. There is inflight entertainment consisting of AI movies or virtual reality games (see TRAVEL LOG #2). Characters with inhuman features are required to wear their cloaking devices.
The plane will touch down at Targu Mures Airport, Transylvania, Romania, which appears to be abandoned and desolate. There isnāt a living soul to be found.
"Most of the country was destroyed decades ago, so there shouldnāt be anyone still living here. Yet, these readings ā¦.. And we canāt ignore that call for help. Weāll need to investigate further. My Angels, go the rest of the way on foot..."
There isnāt a data portal in Romania, and thereās just no way to transport the number of cars needed for over 60 people via plane. Letās hope you managed to get proper rest on the way here, because the hike will take about 5-6 hours through the dense forest, with the Captain feeding directions through the ocular based on where the kaiju readings are most pronounced.
All teams will be traveling together along a treacherous terrain which will include both harmful flora & fauna. Outsiders can expect to come across brown bears, wolves, European lynx, golden jackal & wild boars. Although the forest is dense, these animals are scarce to come by, but they can appear, especially when the hike takes place at dusk and into the night.
In this time of the year, hay fever is a common occurrence in these forests. Those sensitive to pollen may be sneezing and feeling fatigue through this hike. There will be steep hills, slippery ground and eerie sounds of the night to serenade the Outsiders. It doesn't help that the further they travel, the thicker a dark fog gathers around them, making the surroundings difficult to make out. Everyone will be provided with flashlights, but those with abilities to see in the dark or cast their own light will be encouraged to lead small groups. Everyone is going in the same general direction, but giving each other some space might be helpful. There will be no time to rest, no matter how tired Outsiders may be.
Just when it feels like they might need to trek through the forest forever—is that smoke coming from a fire up ahead?
ā¶ 002. BRAČOV, TRANSYLVANIA.
Wander further through the bushes, and behold, it does appear to be smoke—but not from any natural fire. Itās coming from a chimney! The Outsiders will stumble upon the historic region of BraČov, known for its Gothic architecture and medieval towns. Romania has been classified as a desolate region for a very long time, and as far as LILITH is concerned, this city should be completely destroyed and abandoned. Yet, there is smoke coming from the chimneys, fresh laundry hanging on lines and the faint chatter of children playing. There are very clearly people living here, and this has LILITH completely dumbfounded.
One thing Outsiders will notice when they step into the town is how it appears to be lost in time. The date is still 2278 as far as anyone knows, but thereās no sign of any modern technology—no computers, telephones, or any sign of electricity or plumbing. Each and every house looks like it could have been plucked right out of the 1700s, and there even appear to be horse-drawn carriages parked along the pavements.
The townspeople themselves also look plucked out of time, with the women donning petticoats and aprons, and the men sporting waistcoats and riding boots. They welcome the Outsiders with warmth, delight, and over-the-top hospitality; more than happy to show the visitors around Brasov on their carriages. With how rarely they meet anyone from outside the village, the children are full of curiosity, following the Outsiders around and poking at their technology while bombarding them with questions, such as where did you come from? Do you know how to play any games? What do you like to eat?
Outsiders will be presented with food, clean clothing, and a room to stay at the village inns (2-3 people per room). They are free to roam and explore the village, where they will find taverns, fresh food markets, shops, inns, and a church dedicated to the village god.
One notable aspect of the town is the fact that they appear to have fresh, non-lab grown food. The vegetables taste fresher and are vibrant in color. The meat tastes much richer than it would back in Neo Tokyo. This is owed to the fact that the people of Brasov actually tend to their own farmlands, a lost practice in these times. Venture a little out of the city and youāll find it: acres of farmland, growing wheat, corn, oats, potatoes, grapes and sunflowers. They even have livestock!
The people of Brasov are more than happy to answer questions about their town and way of living. Outsiders who go around gathering information from the villagers will learn the following:
"So itās true ā¦ The resilience of humanity cannot be understated. Iāll need to report this to the Commander right away. My Angels, embark on the town. We need to find the source of this distress call and investigate these kaiju readings. I know weāve had setbacks recently, but Iāve always had my faith in you."
One thing Outsiders will notice when they step into the town is how it appears to be lost in time. The date is still 2278 as far as anyone knows, but thereās no sign of any modern technology—no computers, telephones, or any sign of electricity or plumbing. Each and every house looks like it could have been plucked right out of the 1700s, and there even appear to be horse-drawn carriages parked along the pavements.
The townspeople themselves also look plucked out of time, with the women donning petticoats and aprons, and the men sporting waistcoats and riding boots. They welcome the Outsiders with warmth, delight, and over-the-top hospitality; more than happy to show the visitors around Brasov on their carriages. With how rarely they meet anyone from outside the village, the children are full of curiosity, following the Outsiders around and poking at their technology while bombarding them with questions, such as where did you come from? Do you know how to play any games? What do you like to eat?
Outsiders will be presented with food, clean clothing, and a room to stay at the village inns (2-3 people per room). They are free to roam and explore the village, where they will find taverns, fresh food markets, shops, inns, and a church dedicated to the village god.
One notable aspect of the town is the fact that they appear to have fresh, non-lab grown food. The vegetables taste fresher and are vibrant in color. The meat tastes much richer than it would back in Neo Tokyo. This is owed to the fact that the people of Brasov actually tend to their own farmlands, a lost practice in these times. Venture a little out of the city and youāll find it: acres of farmland, growing wheat, corn, oats, potatoes, grapes and sunflowers. They even have livestock!
The people of Brasov are more than happy to answer questions about their town and way of living. Outsiders who go around gathering information from the villagers will learn the following:
Outsiders can do as they please. The villagers are very friendly and will try to accommodate them however possible. There seems to be very little crime in the town and the people look happy. LILITH has been quiet for some time now. Maybe this is a great opportunity to have a well-deserved break? How can you not when the people are so kind and the food looks and tastes so delicious? In fact, the longer that Outsiders stay here, the more some of them may begin to feel like they belong here.
- Why is the land so fertile? This is all owed to their benevolent village god, the Lord of the Forest. No one goes hungry because their god takes care of them. Observant Outsiders will see a common symbol plastered around town: a canine skull.
- There was a distress call. Is everyone okay? The townspeople would respond in confusion and assure the Outsiders that nothing is out of the ordinary. They have been living peacefully for centuries and it’s because their god protects them. They don’t seem to know anything about what’s going on outside their town and the word ‘kaiju’ is lost on them.
- Who is the Lord of the Forest? The townspeople will sing his praises, telling the Outsiders about how he has been providing for and protecting their town for many years.
- Where is the Lord of the Forest? He lives in the forest and mountains that surround the village. Sure enough, if the Outsiders look around, they will see they are completely surrounded by foggy forest and mountains as far as the eye can see.
- Can they go into the forest? The villagers will look worried. While the Lord of the Forest keeps them safe, the forest is still filled with dangerous creatures. Also, the thick fog and trees makes it easy to get lost. Only the most skilled hunters venture out to catch prey like deer and bears. Characters who venture into the woods will get turned around and lost but will eventually find their way back to the village, to which others will reply it is the lord's guidance that brought them back to safety.
ā¶ 003. BONFIRE FEAST.
On the night of the 7th, the villagers will knock on doors inviting everyone to a bonfire party! Itās just about time to harvest their crops so food is abundant. They canāt think of any better way to use it than to prepare a feast. The bonfire will be held in the council square. Tables and benches have been set up and an impressive spread of fresh food is laid out for everyone to enjoy. Outsiders can enjoy bread, cheese, fresh pork, stew, roasted chicken, seasonal vegetables and free flowing alcohol. There are live musicians on the scene as well, playing merry tunes on their instruments. Some of the villagers have even started dancing around the bonfire and theyāre pulling people in to join them! At the center of the table, a canine skull is placed, and the villagers give thanks to their god before partaking in the food.
Nothing seems out of the ordinary ā¦ Full and content, everyone will feel tired and want to retire for the night. Characters that do not need to sleep will also feel tired.
Night passes, and daybreak comes. Outsiders might notice that their numbers have dwindled; certain people have gone missing and are nowhere to be found. There wonāt be a trace of the captured Outsiders aside from their belongings that they may have left behind.
The villagers do not seem bothered and everything seems normal in the village. Asking the villagers about these disappearances will result in no answers—they claim to have no clue as to the missing Outsiders' whereabouts. It also wonāt be possible to contact them, or even LILITH for that matter. It is almost like communications have been cut off completely and their implants receive weak reception.
Observant characters may notice that a heavy fog has descended upon the village overnight and though it gets better during the day, it never lets up.
Captured Outsiders are as followed:
Nothing seems out of the ordinary ā¦ Full and content, everyone will feel tired and want to retire for the night. Characters that do not need to sleep will also feel tired.
Night passes, and daybreak comes. Outsiders might notice that their numbers have dwindled; certain people have gone missing and are nowhere to be found. There wonāt be a trace of the captured Outsiders aside from their belongings that they may have left behind.
The villagers do not seem bothered and everything seems normal in the village. Asking the villagers about these disappearances will result in no answers—they claim to have no clue as to the missing Outsiders' whereabouts. It also wonāt be possible to contact them, or even LILITH for that matter. It is almost like communications have been cut off completely and their implants receive weak reception.
Observant characters may notice that a heavy fog has descended upon the village overnight and though it gets better during the day, it never lets up.
Captured Outsiders are as followed:
Aventurine
Choso
Dan Heng
Denji
Ereshkigal
Hiyori Iki
Kabru
Kaga
Lucy/Kaede
Maki Zenin
Makima
Malkuth
Loop
Nanami Kento
Rover
Sampo Koski
Taryon Darrington
Wriothesley
Yzak Jule
Zagreus
ā¶ 004. THE CHOSEN (KIDNAPPEES ONLY).
A separate log for KIDNAPPEES ONLY can be found HERE.
ā¶ 005. AFTERWORD.
Welcome to our third travel log!
There are no assigned seats this time, so characters may sit wherever they choose. Inhuman-looking characters will need to wear their cloaking devices so as to not alarm the people of the town. A separate log has been prepared for kidnappees only. An additional prompt will go up for non-captured characters before the kaiju fight. The scheduling will depend on actions in the captive log. We will announce it on plurk.
All tags on this log are worth 2 points and will count towards October AC.
There are no assigned seats this time, so characters may sit wherever they choose. Inhuman-looking characters will need to wear their cloaking devices so as to not alarm the people of the town. A separate log has been prepared for kidnappees only. An additional prompt will go up for non-captured characters before the kaiju fight. The scheduling will depend on actions in the captive log. We will announce it on plurk.
All tags on this log are worth 2 points and will count towards October AC.
EVENT BREAKDOWN/RECAP (CLICK TO EXPAND)
1. TARGU MURES AIRPORT: There has been a distress signal. Characters caring for eggs must leave their eggs with Dr. Spim and report to the hangar to board their flight. The Outsiders will touch down in Targu Mures Airport, and will need to hike the rest of the way through the forest.
2. BRAČOV, TRANSYLVANIA: Romania was thought to be a desolate country but one village seems to be thriving. The town of Brasov has historic, medieval architecture and the people seem plucked out of the 1700s. They are friendly, welcoming and curious, having never seen technology like what the Outsiders have. Outsiders are provided free lodgings, fresh clothing, food and water. The villagers raise their own livestock and grow their own food, which is unheard of in these times. They don't know anything about a distress call. All around the village, the symbol of a canine skull can be found. This is the Lord of the Forest, the god of this village whom the villagers worship.
3. BONFIRE FEAST: The villagers invite the Outsiders to a bonfire party where fresh food is abundant. After a night of merrymaking, they find that certain Outsiders have disappeared from their numbers and nobody seems to know what happened to them.
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look, he's calling denji out on trying to do something he's not going to get dumped in the mud for doing! katsuki gives him a wry face for calling himself a "weak" person, even if it's meant in a tease.] Tch, if I have a problem with it, I'll tell you. [may be his famous last words, but he's operated on that truth since the second time they got intimate! luckily if any villagers did happen by, they were far more likely to get exploded in the face before they could even figure out what they were seeing. tempting as it'd be to tell denji to lasso them with a chain and whipcrack them across the forest. don't, babe. katsuki turns his head, momentarily caught in the image of his boyfriend standing waist-deep in the lake. water rivulets trickling down the contours of his chest and stomach, droplets clinging to his skin, all of them catching the rose citrine of sunlight against denji's complexion. with the surface of the lake just shy of his groin, making the perfectly tantalizing cut off midway down his pelvic v. cap it off with denji not even looking at him, but the happy gentle expression on his face as he gazes quietly to the sunset.
damn right he took a picture or twelve of that.
something to review while denji's submerged in the lake. katsuki sinks towards his shoulders, leaving the water around his neck as he scoops some into his hair. he's careful not to use surface water, but rather bubbles up from about a foot below to break up and churn the water, then using another foot-below handful to bring to his hair. that keeps it as clean as possible.
tch, it's not a fair image to watch denji approach him as the surface of the water descended down his naked torso. there might be another picture or so if something strikes him as instantly photographic. next summer, if they're still here, odds are likely he'll see this same side, but in the break of the ocean surface as his boyfriend wades out towards him with a sunny grin. katsuki stands up in the water, that four and a half inch difference in their height being suddenly very clear again as the other boy leans in to smile at him like that. not leering or cocky, but enjoying all the same. makes his want to kiss denji... and dunk his dumb head in the water at the same time.]
Hmph. I've had a lot of firsts with you. Not just sex. [rather than katsuki not being adventurous because he's scared or timid, he's not big on branching out because he's focused and reserves his time and efforts for extensions that improve himself, rather than going out for "something fun" to do. waste of time? ... kind of. as he sees it. but his classmates laid a groundwork before that katsuki's friends and boyfriend in neo tokyo have gotten to further expand on. morally objective things aside, the blonde does want to experience new things with denji, but as he's said before, doesn't want his boyfriend to hamstring himself if katsuki's not there. he has friends who care for denji too, and hell if the blonde wants to shortchange the half-devil in experience. (like sneaking into a casino underage.) he turns his head slightly into denji's brushing stroke... then takes one of his fingers between his teeth. why? no reason. he's a badass. and an edgy dork who thinks he has to "remind" denji he's not some fluffy pettable puppy. what a fool you're dating, denji.]
You already do a lot I want to do. [from studying to training to gathering plants in this place. sometimes it's amazing the half-devil does as much as bakugou wants to do, considering he can be pretty straightlaced. yet he enjoys it because of that corny line the hero knows so well denji doesn't have to say it. part of him wants to pass the decision of what to do onto denji, but that's not fair. his boyfriend deserves to have katsuki give him full attention on this. so... once he comes back with soap, there's an answer ready. (and soap floats if it's the whipped kind - ivory)
now, when denji puts the question different, something he's never had the chance to do compared to something he "can't" do, the mental waffling wouldn't have been so bzzzt-! ... full tilt.] Lets do a camp-out on the beach. I never got to spend the night there. We did cookouts but always had to leave before evening.
[he's seen sunsets from afar, he's cooked and played on the beach, and he's camped out in the woods during summer camps. but never the experience of smashing all those together. a fire, a tent, skewers, the waves, sunset... yeah, it's something he hasn't gotten to do.]
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calling himself weak in that regard is not a tease, hero. katsuki is one of the good guys, the type who understands what a healthy relationship means, and he would never abuse his influence on his boyfriend. that's the only reason he could label denji as someone who is sexually motivated, an excited pup, when in reality- it truly is that easy to rile him up. hey, he likes to pretend he is starting to build enough stamina, thanks to their many nights exploring their sexual lust, but that's a lie. a sfw selfie will still make him uncomfortable for the rest of his shift, which explains why he stopped asking bakugou for it. that didn't mean denji wouldn't sneak taking pictures of his boyfriend when the scenery was too gorgeous. and then there is a whole other album that remains exclusive for his eyes only. ]
... and it makes me happy.
[ honestly. this boy is very attractive; even when he's screaming in your face and threatening to end your life, it still won't mask his appeal, not that denji was brave enough to break katsuki's heart with this reality and confess his tantrums only makes him doki more than anything else. in a way, he thought he had already missed some of bakugou's firsts, assuming someone else managed to earn the hero's approval to get intimate with. to hear he was lucky enough to experience it with himā truly warmed up denji's soul, and it's an ego boost. let's be real. he's happy to dismiss all his shitty kisses/sexual advances and fantasizes katsuki was his first in those too. the bite was a bit of a dangerous stunt, and luckily, he didn't go for his index finger, catching the middle one instead; it was a sweet shift from ptsd to sexy. if the intention is to retaliate, the only damage it has done to denji is make his smile sickly sweet. he resists the urge to ... gently nudge that same finger between those delicious lips and remind himself what it feels like to experience that wet heat again. it's been a while since they did that. he's spacing out a bit, though. already dropped the fucking soap and paid little attention to it, but that thing did end up floating between their bodies. it was a fleeting moment of frailty (see? so weak), and he snapped out of it in time to hear his boyfriend's desire, and almost instantly, he was excited about it. ]
I always wanted us to spend the night outside the base. Just the two of us. [ bakugou's idea is a lot better than renting out a room in a love hotel, so ā he'll adjust the bucket list in his implant later. ] When our weekend match, let's do it. Let's watch the sunset together ...
[ just in time as the surface around them glistened in hues of gold and a light purple as the sun began its descent. he's holding the soap now, lathering his hands; each stroke sent ripples outward, merging with the lakeās natural rhythms. the world around them fell into silence, save for the soft sounds of his splashes and the distant call of a bird. if denji can find some peace in this ominous village just by existing with bakugou, he can only imagine how beautifully heartwarming that experience will be. alone in their own space, far away from the lively city and under a sky full of stars. ah, he wonders if he can coax his boyfriend to indulge him in a slow dance. they missed out on the gala, right? it's only fair they have their shine.
he starts cleaning up, attending to the back of his neck, down his throat, collarbone, and then his chest. he gets enough foam to coat his fingers before he passes the bar to bakugou. he'd wait for him to accept it, and without much of a thought behind it - denji ended up pressing their lips together. just like that. he closed his eyes, breathing in through his nose, embracing the flow of emotions that was not conflicting for a change but full of warmth. the kiss lingered but remained as soft and loving. he only breaks it off when they hear a light shuffle from the nearby bush, just behind their cover, most likely a squirrel - but he should stay alert regardless. back to bathing, still carrying that smitten smile. ] Let's shop for a tent and sleeping bags as soon as we land, yeah?
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unfortunately, katsuki's not immune to his own hormones and attraction. even though denji stopped asking for them, those selfies occasionally found their way onto his phone. respectfully, not during his shift. maybe on the tail end of it, when he knows denji's coming back to base and sees no problem in riling his boyfriend up as a reward for his hard work that day. or like now, when he steals his own pictures to place in his folder of aesthetic and erotic boyfriend shots. katsuki finds it amusing the half-devil is trying to build his stamina against his own perversion and high libido. is it making progress? ...eh.]
Good. [maybe it's cliche, but denji's happiness is important to him. a smile on his face is one of his favorite sights, whether it's the soft relieved with sagging shoulders and lowered brows, or the surprised grin with a head twitched back and wider eyes, or the tired affectionate one with dopey gaze and teeth half bared in a lopsided smile, and may more variations he's seen over their time together. there are times when he gets to see more intimate moments, sitting in bed with his boyfriend turned beside him, head in his lap, expression completely serene in sleep. no fear, no pain, no worries, no tension. but rather warm, safe, content. moments like those katsuki finds his heart boiling softly because denji never had the luxury to sleep like this in his earlier life back home. a hand would find its way to his head, combing through his hair or massaging his nape. yeah, there are many firsts he wants to have with denji.
no apologies for biting his finger. what did the hunter think would happen with that? teeth set on his digit, tongue passing hidden inside katsuki's mouth to run across the slender bone trapped between his jaws. deliberately refusing to take him in and suck, since he knows denji would likely want to push his finger right into his mouth and encourage that. a soft 'ploop' in the water breaks the little moment and he glances down to find the soap briefly wiggling beneath the water's surface. shit, he'll have to div- oh, it's the floating kind. good. and scoops it right out of the water with a free hand. he'll hold onto this, thanks. they came here to wash, right? okay, not entirely. katsuki knew what he was courting when he suggested this.]
We'll have to avoid the bay area. They're still working on it. [actions have been put forward to rejuvenate and renovate the area. he doesn't want to get in the way of that. but there are other areas near it where the coastline could work for this little excursion of theirs.] I put in a request to the office for next year to have our schedule's line up regularly.
[while the police do like to spread the powerful outsiders on their schedule to maximize their ability to help, katsuki's grown tired of coming back too late for dinner with denji, only get an hour or less of co-op time with his partner, or having to wait for their ships-in-the-night schedules to align for some interaction. he'd dating now. he should be able to spend more time with his boyfriend on a regular basis. so next year, he wants their schedules set where two days a week they can work apart, the other three they work together, and two days off, baring emergencies or any self-decided overtime. yeah, heroes don't take breaks, but katsuki has a life here outside his job. they all do.
passing the soap back to denji, katsuki lets him lather his hands up amid the gilded violet sparkling on the water. reaching forward, he rests his hands on his boyfriend's, fingers wandering the backs of his hand and sliding between his digits. soap squishes and foams between them, soaping up his own hands alongside the half-devil's, fingers interlocking around the bar. who knows about the stars on the beach though. the city's still going to be "right behind them" with all its lights. they'll find out. as for a dance... good luck, denji.
as the majority of the foam's left on his boyfriend's hands, bakugou takes the bar into his own soaped-up mitts. and the kiss to his lips. no hesitation as he leans into it, tilting his head to gently deepen the touch as he passes the soap in his hands one to the other. then presses one to denji's stomach. yeah, he'll take over from here, stepping in closer to offer his own body for his boyfriend's cleaning touch. circles around his abs, sliding soapy trails to his sides, up his ribs, and around the back of his shoulder to pull him close. a noise in the brush cocks his attention that way, but it's an animal. bastard. back to soaping denji up. there's no way to keep the touch from being intimate. spending time on his arms, working over his pecs, cupping the back of his neck, flicking his ripcord because he'll never not play with it. katsuki rests his forehead against his boyfriend's, alternating between looking into his eyes or dropping his gaze to his hands working later over his body or closing to bask in the sensation of touch and closeness.]
Alright. [The tents will be harder to find compared to sleeping bags. After all, who the fuck in their right mind would want to camp outside the city in this world?] I have skewers for cooking on a fire.
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denji kept his gaze down, watching the other boy run his fingers through his hands, smothering the soap between them. a light breeze brushed through his hair, relaxing the half-devil more into the scenery. it sets a certain mood already, and it reflects on the slow, relaxed flow of denji's words and the solace behind his features. ]
Ah, I didn't know we could do that. I would've asked for it ages ago. It always kinda bothered me when they tend to separate us. It's been happening way too much recently. [ he didn't take it personally, even when it was annoying. even someone as oblivouse understood the logic behind itā something about keeping a balanced power system. it was a dangerous job, often met with animosity even before they could evaluate the situation, so there was a culture of protecting your teammates. it makes sense to group bakugou with other officers who don't have powerful quirks to support them, and the same with denji. all that aside, it was still frustrating that their weekends barely aligned, and if they wanted to go out on a quick date, one would have to sacrifice staying up a little too late before waking up at 5 am the next morning. katsuki handles that a lot better than a certain someone who always showed up to his shift late. if they approve the request, fuck - they will be able to do whatever they want, and each weekend, they can explore their options. that's the entertaining thing about living in a city; there is always an event going on, or they end up discovering an exciting hub. aside from the loud gatherings, they can also enjoy the quiet solitude and relish the beauty outside those neon lights and tall buildings. oh, and he will get that slow dance. watch him.
a soft hush settled over the trees around them, their darkened shapes silhouetted against the slowly dimming sky. the warm sunlight filtered through the branches, falling in dappled patches over that boy before him, catching in his hair and making it shimmer in light goldā and denji couldnāt take his eyes off him. it was like he was seeing him for the first time, which didn't make sense in his head, but there is a change. bakugou is making him experience something new. something utterly foreign, far more pressing. it's a bit overwhelming if he dares to admit it, but not in a bad way. no, it's not bad at all. it's captivating, yes, but it was more than that. for a moment, he tried to look away, to collect himself, but he couldnāt. instead, he simply stared, his thoughts swirling as he realized, with a mix of wonder and disbelief, that his pressing urge to be more intimate with his boyfriend felt different this time. it wasn't as mindlessly horny as it tends to be. a brand new flavor that made him a bit nervous - and the thought fucking confused him, made his cheeks get all hot and flustered. it pissed him off, too. because what does it mean?! it didn't help that bakugou's hands were all over him, brushing over his skin, moving with sensual confidence, a knowing touch as if he memorized denji's body by heart. yeah, it was nearly impossible for it to be anything other than intimate. it did ā rile the half-devil up. of course it did. there is a bit of tension in the air, in the way he breathes, the way he closes his eyes and leans in to tease the lightest brush of their lips, still not seeking another kiss.
something is different. what is it? the silly boy didn't know this was an 'oh' moment when he should've realized he was ... falling in love.
his heart is playing the drums, but, again, it feels oh so good. finally, he returns the favor, and it seems denji is back to his old self again, giving the impression that whatever preoccupied his mind is resolved. he starts by working his fingers over the hero's shoulders, spreading the foam over the drenched skin, gentle when he attends to his neck. the chest area is always a danger zone when denji tries to be civil, it was the perfect stimulus to a fast tumble, yet he didn't shy away from it; happy to make a playful hum to further tease his boyfriend and his perks, but he was a gentleman and refrained from squeezing anything. he did, however, let his hands skim lower and under the water, unapologetic as he teased and kneaded down on those cute back dimples; holding his boyfriend close. ]
I'd suggest this would be a nice opportunity for you to try a drink ... but that's pushing it, huh? [ he's joking; an innocent poke. ] It would be too cold for a swim, but that's okay. A walk would be nice ...
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as their hands mess around with the soap and each other's bodies, downward glances run the amusing risk of arousal. soapy film covers definitions and skin, but only so long as another rub doesn't remove it, baring naked contours for interested eyes. makes looking back up to denji's face a safer alternative. even though the gentle breeze through his drying hair dangling in front of his eyes and accenting his visage makes katsuki want another damn picture. this is a certain mood...]
We've been off base for months three times now. [going to kyoto, then vegas, then okinawa, robbing the police force of their own city of their help month after month. katsuki felt wasn't fair to come to the office with that kind of demand at the time. especially since he and denji weren't technically dating for the first of those months. but now things are more serious, neo tokyo seems to be an uncommon target for kaiju, and other outsiders come in every other month. the police force can work with the two outsiders now rather than katsuki and denji bending for their needs.] I wanted to wait until we got an idea of LILITH's preferences and scheduling.
[which they have now. likely the new schedule will start to trickle down november and december, so the two can expect to have more weekends to themselves as their job adjusts to the new schedule. they're both popular on the force and do amazing work, so he doesn't see a problem coming down the proverbial pipe. besides, he wants denji to have more freedom in keeping him up late even if katsuki grouches about it. the other boy puts up with early mornings a lot more than he should ever have to. it's one of his charm points, and the explosive teen would be lying if he said he didn't like sleeping in with his boyfriend. plus it's getting colder outside and he'll be a worse morning bear than normal, with denji's encouragement to stay in bed having far more weight. he's warm.
tch, how many pictures is he going to take of this boy tonight? glassy tawny eyes under water droplets beading on his hair, a noticeable rouge flush dusting under his cheeks, lips parted against his own from the barely-separated kiss. he's seen denji's expressions before, from the horny to the adoring, and this one is somehow new from all of those. as if a dawning gleam forms in his head and leaves him wondering, figuring something out in his brain. katsuki wants to ask, but he doesn't, knowing this is a private moment for the half-devil. interrupting would shake him free of his own self exploration. whatever he's processing in there, he wants him to have the time to do so. while he gets to take his own looks, cop his own feels, and enjoy the quiet time together in the water. it was a while ago for katsuki that he realized the truth of his own feelings. when sex and dating and caring finally finished their melding together and produced a gleaming diamond. something he'll be confessing to denji in the coming future, while his boyfriend lies bloody and broken in his arms, needing desperately an anchor to hold onto.
the kiss breaks again, the joins once more, and they're together, hands moving and touching. washing up with the eternal cheek of tempting touches and dipping motions. cupping under denji's chin with a few lazy rubs, then down the back of his shoulder to caress the angle of his shoulder blade, another hand sliding up his ribs to wander under his arm and down the length of it to finally lace their fingers together over the small of katsuki's back for a few seconds squeezing. he doesn't mess with denji's chest too long, knowing it's an ever-threatening erogenous zone. there's no attempt to shake or nudge him off when that hand wanders lower and finally slides underwater to kneed at his back. pulled close, katsuki steps in, one leg between his boyfriend's, their front's pressed together in a soapy kiss that's less grinding and more... there.]
Tch... Get it vouched first. [if denji picks an alcoholic beverage and gets it approved by one of their adult friends as a "safe" drink that won't hammer them after one bottle, katsuki will consent to trying it. sharing another first with his boyfriend. it's not that he thinks alcohol is evil or bad, he's well aware people can drink responsibly and in moderation. it's the age thing and, well... he's a responsible guy. but for denji, he'll bend his usual rules. not really going to make a fool of himself out on the beach with no one else around, right?]
Rinse off. You've waited long enough. [gift time.]
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denji watched his lover quietly at first, arms resting back to his sides, letting the silence settle around them like an embrace. his heart beat a little quicker, an involuntary reaction to the simple way he was caught in their closeness, the way bakugou's eyes held a glimmer he could almost touch but not quite. his breathing eased, chest rising and falling as he absorbed the details, each one etched into his memory, little things he'd never dare to forget on this special day. the softness of bakugou's expression, fleeting but real, made him ache with a sweetness that felt almost too much to hold. it stirred a mix of excitement and vulnerability, the thrill of love associated with the exciting nervousness that came with it. this person, this one irreplaceable person, held a part of him that denji had struggled his entire life to give, passing it on from one person to another, only to be broken with each try, to finally find someone who would accept it, as damaged as his heart is, and end up being cherished despite all its open wounds. that's bakugou katsuki for him; the one who will keep it safe. and denjiā smiled. that's all. the fear of breaking the spell kept him quiet. on the outside, this might have looked like nothing at all. just a couple sharing a bath, quiet and still. but inside denji, there was a storm, a swirl of hope, longing, and reverence. it was perfect. another core memory that he will later beg pochita to protect for him for as long as he lives. he'd never ever want to forget this.
and then, his shoulders tensed- that sentimental smile losing its charm as a cunning smirk overpowers it. bakugou just had to press a leg between his own, adding pressure to a certain part of him he was struggling to tame. ] Oi ... [ playfully calling him out, while not making any effort to fix the situation. no, he didn't bother to pull away, content to give bakugou a nice feel without shame, keeping his gaze on him. but unexpectedly, the mood shifts once more when his boyfriend confesses to something quite shocking. when he expected a bold rejection and a lecture coming his way, denji was surprised to see someā compliance. his dumb ass was about to be all 'are you sure?' but, nope! he will take it! he will take his golden opportunity and give bakugou zero chance to change his mind. ]
I got this! I'll make sure we try something light. Nothing too crazy.
[ jeez, what a devil. the sheer glee of corrupting his boyfriend is unsettling. listen, it's not like he wanted bakugou to go down the path of being a drunk and acting foolish. if anything, that thought terrifies him if it happens when he's not around to protect him, so he doesn't want to encourage them to adopt such a hobby. however, as a teen, bakugou should have this one night and cross it off his list. and to experience this with denji first felt like a fucking win. as for the 'trusting adult', his options are ... well, it will not please the hero.
ah, it's gift time? this day just kept getting better, and denji didn't know what to do with himself. he wanted to throw his hands up and bounce off the water, but for the sake of increasing his chances of seducing the other into fucking between the thin walls of the motel, he shall refrain from acting like a total fool. aside from the cheery grin, the hunter nods. straightening up, he ran his hands over his arms and shoulders, watching as the trace of soapy bubbles drifted away, swirling softly before dissolving into the lakeās depths; it didn't take long for him to rinse off and he then tended to bakugou, scooping some of the water between his hands and helping him. bathing in the lake is not ideal, not that they will walk out smelling luxurious, but at least they wouldn't reek of sweat. for that, their mission was a success.
leaving the modest veil of the water is the tricky part, and he is reminded of how - naked his lover is. in any given situation, he'd be enjoying it if the thought of some villager walking in on them didn't bug him as much. it's fine, denji is not that insane (yet) to let it ruin their time together. he did, however, neglect covering himself up once they stepped out, water still beading on his skin, and reached for the thick towel hanging nearby. instead, he draped the towel over bakugou's shoulders, the fabric was long enough to cover him down to his thighs, and he'd wrap it over him in a warm embrace. pleased, denji then grabbed the other one, securing it around his waistline. ]
I'm ready. [ for the gift. spoil him, babe. ]
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and that includes stepping into denji's personal space, leg slotted between athletic thighs, his own pressing not deliberately to the round of his balls and half-excited shaft. the soft warning only gets a wry glance, one brow cocked as if suggesting denji can't handle a little touching.] Deal with it. [tease him all you want, he's here now and not going to move. at least katsuki spares denji the torment of rocking his leg or anything purposefully arousing. it's more to keep them close and warm as they finish soaping each other up. accepting the offer of having his first "adult drink" with denji isn't something he does without thought. but if the other boy acquiesces to his demands, then he's earned that right. don't expect to get him pitch drunk out there on the beach, dumbass! it's only a first time experience and he's gonna be responsible about it. and don't give him a reason to change his mind either...]
Fine. Don't get something sugary either.
[bakugo's not someone who doesn't like sweets? he prefers them in smaller doses, like fruit popsicles or a single piece of cake, sports drinks over soda, even though both drinks are rare for him compared to water or juice. look, get yuwon's or ratio's seal of approval or something. (they won't be able to ask wriothesley anymore, sadly.) getting on with washing, katsuki sloshes water up to his shoulders and down his arms, brushing the suds away into a foamy skirt around his waist. they didn't technically get down below the waist, but it'll be fine. might catch that later, or deal with it tomorrow since they've been soaking the entire time. when denji starts laving water on him, the blonde quickly instigates a small splash war, since the hunter didn't let his boyfriend do the rinsing honors! no, he's not intending to walk out a pristine scent of rose and soap, but they'll be clean and that's the important part. maybe next time they can bring a bucket or something for end-of-wash rinsing.
he wades out of the water to the far end of the sheets hung up, leaving them around knee deep at the shallowest reach. going beyond that would be stepping out of their little tent. but he takes the towel flopped around his shoulders and ties it accordingly to avoid getting it in the water. then heads out from the enclosure to surreptitiously fetch from his previously-shed clothes. water plish ploshes around his feet as he walks back in, stopping in front of denji. the sun's low enough by now to saturate the woods in black and purple, little light left as fireflies come wandering around either side of their illuminated "tent" among the branches. it's here that katsuki holds up a small black box. velvet, of course, because those idiots in charge of these are saps. denji will probably recognize the kind of box as the blonde pulls the top backwards and it lifts on the small sturdy hinge. nestled within the gold cushion are two rings, sparkling silver in the lantern light. strong and simple in make, each bearing a single stone set securely in the top.
(ooc: i'm leaving the stone choice up to you! but i figured they can either be garnet, since it matches the general color of blood and their eyes in the anime; or denji's ring can be ruby (for katsuki's eyes in the manga) and katsuki's ring has citrine (for denji's eyes in the manga). unless you have an alternate option you'd like!)
he looks up to his boyfriend, fully expecting the guy to be staring in confusion/shock or blowing smoke out of his ears in sheer dokis or embarrassment...]
They're tracker rings. [katsuki doesn't know if denji's aware of them, since a number of outsiders have them for their mutual friends and companions.] They'll let us know each other's location once we pair them.
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he likes this attitude. he likes the clever teases. the unapologetic confidence behind it. it's hot and very bakugou.
the splash war was a nice way to cool him down, just a bit, and he's glad his boyfriend let him wrap the towel over him without any resistance. even when they're not entirely out of the water, it is below their knee level, which allows them both to cover themselves up a bit in case an unwelcomed visitor ruins their peace. as bakugou leaves his side to collect the gift, denji considers their options for a first drink since he had a share of different mixtures back in vegas. to be fair, the overly sweet ones were his least favorite, even when he thought it would be his thing. he doesn't plan to waste much time overthinking it; yuwon is at the top of his list to ask for advice since that guy is a casual drinker. though he might be full of morality, that will make him not advocate for underage drinking, so he needs to find an adult who would be on board with corruption. as his thoughts settle down, denji is happy to dismiss anything that doesn't involve the visual before him, watching the other boy search through their items, growing more excited by the second.
as the sun descended below the horizon, a dusky twilight draped itself over everything, altering their scenery. as if on cue, the first firefly appearedā a tiny flicker of greenish-yellow light near the edge of the lake. then another, and another, until the air above the water seemed to come alive with them. their lights blinked softly in the dim sky, like playful stars. the fireflies moved in slow, lazy arcs, their glowing bodies tracing patterns that illuminated the waterās surface. it was now his time to take pictures, for once trying to be tasteful and keep them above the waistline, catching bakugou as he stood up with a delicate gaze that held resolve and contentment. he takes one step forward, pushing through the water, standing before his lover, and leaning in for a closer look at the gift between his fingers. a box, and - confusion hits him at first, as if his brain understood what it is yet couldn't process it at the same time. until bakugou opened it, exposing those rings, and in the few seconds between this revelation and his clarification on the type of rings, let's say the zone in between was-
a journey.
yeah, the awakening in denji's eyes and expression would startle anyone. it wasn't a slow bloom of timidness and reserve but a combustion of intensity. his face changed color too fast, blood sprinting through his veins up to his brain. the half-devil's cheeks turned an unmistakable shade of pink, the blush spreading quickly up to his ears and down to his neck. those are rings. he's staring at a pair of rings; it was easy to notice the dual hues and how it made it clear which shade belonged to who. that detail alone was - painfully romantic that even someone as obsessed as denji, who watched every fucking romantic movie within reach, couldn't think of. okay, but let's go back to the fact that BAKUGOU IS GIVING HIM A RING! a ring. in a fucking box covered in velvet. that only means one thing, right? RIGHT? this- is this actually happening?!! is that even legal? for two men?!! ho-
'They're tracker rings.' ........... oh.
and with a tilt of his head, as the fireworks in his heart and soul lost their spark, denji found himself staring at the gift again, now with a clear mind. when he glanced at bakugou, the burn in his cheeks didn't ease down, still intense, still riding out the climax of all that mess, but his lips curled up. ] Did you ... pick the matching colors? [ he will go back to the concept of them being for tracking each other in a minute, aware that was the function of them, the logic behind katsuki's purchase - instead, denji would rather focus on the stunning details of their design. it is a gift, after all. bakugou took the time to think about it, to think about him, purchased it and added his own touch to it. gently, he reached out to pick one of them, the ruby shaded ... inspecting it.
denji loves it; it's very clear. he's a breath away from saying it, and when he looks at bakugou, he just had to go there. ] Would you put it on my finger?
[ ooc; had to go with the option of the colors matching their eyes. it's *chef's kiss* !! ]
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what does he expect the response to be? potentially one of a number. stunned into slack-jawed shock. brows wrinkled in confusion, a bland expression of ignorance. shoulders slumped amid a wry look. mouth agape in fear as he drew back. humiliation in teary eyes. an angry shout at his audacity. wide-eyed grins from delight. even a straight up surge of arousal. depended on what denji knew about rings. watching his reaction's akin to a firework display. shooting into his face a surge of hot red bursts to stain his cheeks flaming crimson, brain probably frying in his skull from short circuiting mixtures of elation and surprise, enough to rouge his ears all the way down to his neck. it's almost enough to bring a choked reluctance to katsuki's mind in telling his boyfriend the truth about those rings.
because ultimately he does have to tell him. as romantic as it is to offer rings to denji (and yes, he decided to do it now, at the lake, naked, in the lantern light, away from everyone, in a setting that's obviously intimate and romantic) he can't let his boyfriend get the... somewhat wrong idea about them. denji's an adorable sap, and katsuki can practically see his brain plug every piece of romance trope into that simple equation. the mood + the atmosphere + the feelings + the rings = proposal. for marriage. which is what brings a flush to the young hero's face as well. he loves denji a lot, more than anyone. but marriage is still a very far off event. they're both still learning how to be in a fucking dating relationship! katsuki's not old enough, mature enough, or ready enough for marriage. he cares about denji too much to let his naive, precious mind to go running with that crazy-but-adorable thought. slow down, handsome.
at the same time, he also can't give the rings to denji and keep silent about their purpose. if denji found out later the rings could be used to track each other's location and experience a short period of each other's current senses, the feeling of hurt and betrayal... katsuki wouldn't even tolerate thinking of doing such a thing. if it means waving a hand through his boyfriend's knee-jerk pink dreamscape, he'll accept that as the lesser of two evils. sorry, denji.
he really didn't mean to sputter the heart and soul fireworks.
but katsuki is what he's always been to denji: honest and real. no lies or tricks. that doesn't mean the gift is pragmatic alone. there are emotions to it. why the hell does the half-devil think it took him so damn long to even get the two of them tracker rings when their friends seemed to be loading up on each finger?
that's an exaggerationbecause it means more to him to give a ring to denji. he accepts the slight dimming in his boyfriend's eyes, mentally apologizing for the unavoidable whiplash. yeah, he could've straight up told denji, without any bath-time set up, then tossed him the ring like a set of car keys. but... katsuki did mean it more than that, and wanted to give it to denji in a way that mattered.]Yeah. Because I wanted to be able to see you even if you weren't around. [his beautiful eyes. the ones he gets to look into when they bump foreheads or lie beside each other on the bed. the ones he's held onto during trying times and watched during happy moments. the color matches denji's eyes, making it important. silver was also a deliberate choice, as he felt it was more unique rather than the romantic-but-cliche gold, and seemed to resonate with a "normal" life to go along with their extremely not-normal lives as heroes and outsiders. it stood out more on their skin too, catching light and notice faster. when denji finally takes the ruby one (katsuki notices he did that without even having to be told that one was his) he tucks the ring box in the crux of his own neck to hold it there so he can give denji's hand full attention.]
I know it's functional... but I also want you to think of this as a promise ring. [he takes denji's hand without hesitation, pink still on his cheeks, yet there's no shame or discomfort. not pandering to a romantic notion, katsuki actively accepts it for what the half-devil thinks. it may not be a promise to engage or marry yet, rather instead a commitment to their relationship, but as he slowly slides the ring onto denji's index finger, katsuki looks up into his eyes.] I'll always be with you.
[ooc: i thought it was a great option to have at least! and sorry for the roller coaster, denji!
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that being said, he's still a dreamer. in a cruel world that was his only way to survive was to close his eyes and run to a place where everything was safe. the scenarios he played in his head, the stories he shared with pochita - are nothing but fiction, but they made him happy. what's wrong with dreaming? hoping and wishing? some might call it foolish but he's not hurting anybody, is he? it's not hurtful to him or bakugou to think about how it would've been if those rings resembled something else. if his boyfriend was expecting a look of disappointment, that won't happen. and no, he's not feeding denji false hope that they might have this kind of ending, and he's not building him up for heartache, none of that. none. instead, he made denji happy - simply with the thought of it. he's glad the gift wasn't tossed in his direction in dismissal. he's glad bakugou took the time and effort to make this experience as special and as beautiful. he's soā emotional over the genuine affection behind every touch, whisper, and glance. he's not sure how much it costs to purchase those devices, but even if they were worth a dollar it wouldn't overshadow how important it is.
the request was, in a way, denji's attempt to lighten the mood, knowing that he kinda fucked up by getting way too excited and made the other boy feel either awkward or guilty. however, there was no hesitation or mockery, and bakugou reached for his hand, complying. this forest feels as though it exists in a world of its own; the night settles in, wrapping every tree and the lake in deep, restful peace. there is a sense of timelessness here, and that under the watchful eye of the moon, all denji could focus on is the boy before him, as though the world has softened around him to cradle this moment of vulnerability and newfound connection. he will kick himself later for dropping his guard after vowing he will do whatever to keep his lover safe. here they are in an open space, in a foreign land, and he's already failing. but he couldn't help it. he couldn't remember the last time he felt this accepted.
"I'll always be with you"
it was a learning process. a very bitterly slow one to understand why certain words/actions/or even scenes in a movie trigger such a strong reaction out of him. denji could be fine in one second, and then it's like a switch, uncomfortable and intense. they were always unpredictable, and they came at him without a warning. he glanced down at the ring on his finger, grounding himself against the overwhelming warmth flooding his chest. a deep breath inā slow and carefulā as he tries to steady himself, but he feels his throat tighten, betraying his effort to stay composed. a faint tremor ran through his lips, but his smile didn't waver. he wants to respond, to say something that matches the depth of the affection heās been shown, but no words seem right or enough. eventually, he reached for the small box tucked against the other's neck, flipped it open, and pulled out the ring before he tossed the packet safely over their clean clothes, freeing his hands for the next step. after a losing battle, a single tear finally escaped, tracing a quiet path down his cheekā a silent testament to how much this moment truly means to him, but that's all to it. there is no grief behind his low hooded eyes, only rare serenity.
considering his basic logic from watching western movies (that will always be his source of guidance with romance, unfortunately), he reached for what felt more - promising, imitating his boyfriend's gesture, and went for the second finger from the left. he held bakugou's hand and pushed the ring past his knuckles in a perfect fit. despite the heavy emotions in his heart, denji didn't shy away from looking way too proud, way too happy, and helplessly in love. ] I promise to always look out for you, too. I'll always take care of you and be there for you. I mean it. I will do anything and everything for you ...
[ 'always' was a dream, not their reality. they both know that, but in this neon cityā that promise held its depth, and denji will honor it until their last day together in here. he steps closer, curling their fingers together and dropping their hands to the side. the urge to lean in for a kiss is pressing, but he doesn't want to ruin that view just yet. he stares as droplets of water cling to bakugou's face, catching the light of the fireflies like tiny crystals on his skin. his golden hair is soaked, strands sticking to his forehead and curling slightly at the edges. a few beads of water slide slowly down his temples, tracing a path along his cheekbones and gathering at his jawline before dripping down his chest. gorgeous. too gorgeous. it's almost sinful. ]
They will track our location, right? I don't mind. It will make me feel better knowing where you are, too. I wouldn't need to ask you to send me live locations anymore, huh?
[ ooc; it was the best rollercoaster of his life. but bakugou will suffer now that he has introduced that idea to his head. he will always look at those rings and feel giddy. just saying! LMAO ]
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nothing is wrong with dreaming, nothing is wrong with hopes and wishes. bakugou would be lying if he said he never had any of those. despite calling them goals and plans, they're still the ambitions in the mind of a young boy yearning to be the world's greatest hero. had he thought somewhere in his middle school years his life as a hero would include a partner? a romantic partner? not really. a young teenage "BLEH!" followed any suggestion of such mushy crap. truly, denji and katsuki had very different dreams growing up, due to having very different life circumstances. now, as he lies beside his boyfriend in the bed, sometimes katsuki finds himself wondering how he ever thought he'd have a heroic life without finding someone like this. without finding denji. yeah, logically he knows the answer, but this happiness and fulfillment... what a loss to never feel it. logic is ever the enemy of dreams. if he knew for sure they would reunite again, that he could even steal denji away into his own world and live with him in musutafu until they're old and still kicking (because fuck retiring), he would have meant these rings differently. but he can't. he can't promise that to denji truthfully. because he already vowed never to lie to the man he loves.
so they have the time here. unknown in duration, yet theirs for however they want in creation. if they're here when denji and he turn nineteen, after graduation happens, there's going to be a different story with those rings. but that's for two years later. for now, he wants to make his boy happy. as much as possible. and if that means making the giving of the rings a romantic affair that will linger in denji's mind and heart forever, he'll make it that intense. did he plan on it being a twilight woodland lake, devoid of clothing save for lantern light and firefly glow? nope! but he brought the rings with the intention of doing it this month, and hopefully in a time, place, setting, scene that would do denji's romantic heart justice.
well, they're both young and this is their first time. would it be them if they did everything perfect right now? communicated, thought, intent, and reception without the single twitch of awkward? bakugou demands perfection so much, but he's still a human and a boy, capable of fucking up, misreading, and other unintended slips. things he recovers from as he takes denji's hand in his and places the ring on his finger. sliding from the tip of his nail over the first joint to the second and finally settling against his knuckle with a silken smooth fit. hell yes his stomach twists into a billion knots and trades places with his heart, choking his breath without permission. fuck, he just put a ring on his boyfriend's finger! THAT'S NOT A SMALL THING, DAMMIT!! he'll survive the rush of feelings at least. guess it's not the worst moment to find his own guard dropped in front of denji. there's not much else they have on them left to drop as is.
at any point in this, he's expecting denji's emotions. tears, laughter, discomfort, sad, happy, embarrassed, awkward, a host of hugs and sappy things all over his face and neck. red eyes linger on the quiver of his boyfriend's lips, how his tawny eyes water in the light of the lantern. so often he'd tell others not to cry, or chastise them for being a crybaby. there's no attempt to do that now. denji's smile stays on, and so long as it matches the one in his eyes, teary and quivering as it may be, katsuki's good with that. there aren't any words needed. he lifts his head once the other boy has his hand on the box and lets him take it. nice shot. over the curtain and everything. (he can tell because there's neither the "ploosh" of it hitting water or the "scrunch" against dried pine or trundle in the dirt.) denji has the ring in his hand and it's katsuki's turn to feel his innards do gory gymnastics inside his torso. fuck, he just gave one to this boy! why the hell is he now getting these feelings?! they're even worse than when he slipped the ring on denji's finger! ... of course he doesn't resist. not when that crystal tear escapes the other boy's eye and wanders down his cheek. it means a lot. for both of them.
unfortunately for denji, katsuki's shied away from romance films. his mom made him sit and watch two of them before he declared he was done with them for life! doesn't mean he doesn't know the tropes and elements. it made him wonder, for a moment, whether denji would know the importance of which finger the ring went on. each had certain meanings in certain cultures, but there was one in particular... one he deliberately placed denji's ring on. a promise, a vow, a silver band wrapped around the half-devil's fourth finger. now mirrored as his boyfriend slips the ring onto katsuki's second from the left. there have been so many times he's rested his hand within denji's own, fingers interlocked. ever skin on skin. now there's going to be an interruption, crowned with two different tones of color, whenever they lace together. he's fine with that. denji's little tumble of words and emotions, however? ... yeah, his eyes aren't watering because katsuki's an eternal badass, but there's no way to hide how the cords in his neck tense and his throat dips in a hard swallow. fuck, saying those kinds of things...] Always.
[it's okay to dream. that's what makes the future happen. katsuki has no intention of failing the promise he made to denji, or abandoning the dreams they have together. water glides against his skin as the other boy steps in close. he moves his hand flush to denji's own. fingers slide and brush against each other's, lifting the half-devil's for a moment before he can slot his between his boyfriend's. and finally settle in a drape over the back of his hand, clinging softly between his knuckles and the slender bones under his skin. even as their hands drop down, they stay connected, eyes busy with each other. his handsome, beautiful, tragic man. a man katsuki has every intention of loving, protecting, saving, and healing no matter how long it took or what challenges rose because of it. he'll be with denji so fiercely, it'll be impossible for the hunter to go home without some element of the hero permanently threaded into his heart.]
Yeah. It's one of the reasons I wanted to get them. [there's a small smirk at the little whine curtailing the end of that check in question.] You'll ask for live locations no matter what, dumbass.
[and leans in for a kiss to seal the deal. since he doesn't have his arm around denji's neck, katsuki has to go up on his toes, but... whatever. he wants to do it.]
[ooc: we'll see what other roller coasters we can shove them on! eh, he did this knowing full well what he was asking for, and getting in the future. look, denji can now flash his ring and say "i'm taken" all he wants, knowing it's all the more true for it. katsuki will be happy knowing denji's happy when he looks at them. sometime they'll have to do that sappy partner thing where they lie side by side and hold their hands up to look at the rings together. what a dork.]
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maybe they have it now. the foundation of what marriage represents without really going through it. yes, it's confusing. denji wouldn't be able to explain it out loud or make sense of it, but he knew this was enough. to hold this ring, to see bakugou's unshakable adoration, is enough for him. he didn't need to announce their love to the world. he didn't need to wait until they're older and follow society's rules. he didn't need a piece of paper to dictate if they loved each other enough. maybe exchanging those rings is their own expression of devotion, without any formal label. denji will view it this way, quietly in his heart. sorry, bakugou. in a way, this is a proposal - it just had its own flavor that is more unique and reserved to them. that ring will never leave his finger, and the half-devil is already thinking of ways to protect it. for starters, he won't wear it around his finger during the missions. it sucks, but he knew he would lose it from day one, or once his chainsaw busts out after each transformation, he will end up cutting it into two. he'd probably have to be creative with the way he'd maintain it when they're fighting kaijus, maybe as a necklace around his neck instead. it is his responsibility to protect and honor it, so he will figure out a way.
he relaxed into the kiss, closing his eyes, fingers gently squeezing bakugou's as he held him there, letting the silence speak for their inner sentiments, as though the touch of their lips could express everything their voice couldn't capture. denji could feel the rise and fall of the other's breath, each inhale and exhale syncing with his own. right, this time, despite the soft intimacy - the kiss might come off a bit heated, not with haste but with the light slip of his tongue, the slow part of his lips, and the warmth of his breath. his other hand reached to curl its fingers behind bakugou's neck, prodding for more of him. a kiss, then a makeout session - again, denji is careful not to escalate while he's fucking escalating it. however, in his defense, it's still in the 'cute' territory because both hands are in the green areas, aka: parts of the body that wouldn't trigger a boner. he's merely holding his hand and his neck. it's fine. they're allowed to smother their lips together after all of this. how is bakugou expecting him to leave this beautifully rare scenery without trying to exchange spit and wrestle tongues? impossible. he wants to cross from his list 'hot makeouts while the fireflies watch.' he let his fingers relax, sometimes brushing up to tuck stray pieces behind bakugou's ear, lingering there for a moment to graze his thumb along his cheek. he slows down, then some more, until he is no longer kissing him while he lingers close enough not to break their lips apart.
his face is a flustered mess, despite the calm behind his half-lidded eyesā more smitten over horny, but between those two rivals, there is a blurred line. ] Katsuki. When we get back home, I will spoil you ...
[ why did that sound more threatening than sweet? well, bakugou just opened many gates denji was trying to ignore for so long, and now it felt like he's free to explore them. being outshined in the romantic department, which is his specialty, is somewhat unacceptable too. it didn't mean whatever he was planning would be the type of sappiness that would have zero impact on his boyfriend. no, he will figure something out. perhaps during their promised date on the beach ā he'll have to think of something to make it more special. right, the tracker rings .... denji tries to compose himself, shifting a bit so he's not pressing a certain intruder against bakugou's thigh or something. it's not their first time dealing with this. it happened many times, and while bakugou was kind enough to assist him in some situations, they also adopted the art of 'let him ride it out' too. nope, he's still refusing to do anything risky out in the damn forest. he will have to suck it up until they make it back to the privacy of their room. it's just ... being naked and wet and the ring and bakugou and the stupid fireflies adding the perfect background to enhance his boyfriend's appeal, and then the ring! yeah, he's only human.
he wipes away at that single tear, rubbing it off his feverish cheek. ] Show me how it works.
[ will he pay attention? hmm. ]
[ ooc; the next one better be katsuki going through it. HE NEEDS TO BE THERE FOR HIM, TOO. its give and take in the trauma department in here! and yeah, he will 100% be all 'im taken' and flash the ring like a weapon. if they do that sappy thing, he will be so happy. but then make it more sappy so he'd enjoy the cute hissing and shoving <3 ]
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what marriage represents? ... he's too young and inexperienced to think he knows such things. he's seen three marriages in his life up close: his own parents, midoriya's parents, and todoroki's parents. each of them have some major fucking issues, from his mother's explosive temper and aggressive attitude (apple doesn't fall far, huh) to midoriya's father vanishing from his wife and son's lives for an overseas job, and the todoroki's... mess is an understatement. either way, katsuki can't say he would know what marriage would be between them. this is a promise, however, to one day find out if they're still here together when the time comes. in the time being, "they" are together in the way that suits them the best. partners, lovers, friends, a couple. denji is more than able to view this promise in the way he wants, romantic sap and all. the feelings are what matter most to katsuki. the commitment between them, promise of love, support, protection, and more.
right... a snap back to reality means he'll have to figure out how to deal with the ring in real life. it's not like he's worn rings before. mostly because he's never been one for jewelry of any kind (a bother) and because his quirk deals with explosions in his fucking hands! how's a piece of metal going to stand up to repeated blasts of scorching temperatures and massive shock waves? obviously it's not going to be on his finger during missions (despite that likely being one of THE MOST IMPORTANT times to wear it, considering the last few missions and his preference to keep tabs on denji during battles). but he also isn't shy about setting his explosions off at any damn time. tch... is he limited to one hand now? he'll have to think about this. they can talk it over later, see what their thoughts are. maybe ask other outsiders who have them.
denji, why the hell is 'hot makeouts while the fireflies watch' even on your list?! where did that come from?! does he have to worry about the pocky challenge kiss but it's a corndog instead? ... let it be known no one in this fucking place has as unique a boyfriend as katsuki does. he's never going to have a boring life while this guy's around. says the teenager who ended up trading rings naked in a lake by lamplight and is now making out with said boyfriend in the same location. head tilting, eyes closed, mouth opened in alternating rhythm as he moves with each kiss. the soft lick of water around their legs mingles with kissing bordering between chaste and full on intimacy. a kiss too forceful pushes his head back into the hand cupping his neck, a return kiss presses denji's head upward as katsuki cards his fingers through water-damp tussles. combing his bangs back from his forehead for a moment before raking them down over his brow and eyes once more. free hand finding its way to denji's jaw and splaying over the fair game of his ear, cheek, and upper neck. feeling the way his jaw moves with his kiss, cheek shifts a flex of tongue and a tiny tremor of a moan. their lips part enough for slick muscle to be visible between their mouths, sliding together and trading saliva with no hesitation or shame of what's going on between them. before vanishing again with another kiss. hot and more hot and more until cooling passions slowly ease the make out into something closer to nuzzles, heated words ghosting across his mouth as denji talks to him. he'd be concerned if the half-devil's face wasn't a mess right now.]
Don't fucking threaten me. [sweet and threatening, that's what it is, and katsuki knows it. what is meant by "spoil" could be anything, and exploring that right now would snap whatever gossamer thread of restraint lingers between them. fuck it, probably snapped already a while ago. he doesn't care. if denji's plotting to try and regain his title as romantic sap king between the two of them, he won't find katsuki attempting to dethrone him. this might have been the entire summation of any and all romantic "bones" in the blonde's body for the whole damn year. doesn't mean he won't be a flush-faced howler monkey when denji starts plying his sappy plots at him in the future.
yeah yeah. he's aware there's a very interested party down below and he isn't any less struggling with the idea. no one's around, they're far away, and if there's any concern about someone coming to the sound of yelling in the woods, how the hell does denji think people will respond to yelling in some damn medieval era inn without concrete walls? arguably it's safer to do it here since people would have to reach them first. if they even heard... so apparently katsuki's been thinking on it too. it'll be easier to clean up out here as well. they have water and soap after all. plus used clothes. look, he's only human too.
he glances to the single tear wiped off, thumb coming up to brush under denji's eye.] You gonna pay attention? [will that boner last through the instructions? not sure. but he'll give him a rundown of how to pair the rings together and sync them with the oculars. he also mentions the option to pair the rings with other rings as well, though that requires both participants to agree, so there's no "paired behind your back" bullshit going on. as for the other part...]
You can also temporarily experience what the other person's is experiencing, but only through sight, hearing, and feeling. [whether that "feeling" means emotion or physical touch or both is unknown.] It's an optional function. [just keep feeding the kinky mind ideas, katsuki. what can go wrong?]
[ooc: we shall see! i'm picky with tormenting him, haha. he's gone through plenty in his life. but he's overdue for something intense! denji's gonna be there for him with biting and blood, so that's one! katsuki's ironically led an extremely un-traumatic life, unlike so many of his classmates and canonmates. no sob story, no tragic background, he's just a jerk, hah! katsuki will likewise be "taken" if the topic comes up. look, denji's happy with any kind of sappy. what an adorable dork. he puts up with so much.]
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who wouldn't want to fucking makeout around the fireflies? they are tiny stars on earth, and it sets the mood just right to express affection to the person you love. it's not an insane request to add to his list. katsuki is fated to reach the really weird ones in the future. he is careful not to push him into that side without slow introductions; it helps to get approval from bakugou when he's somewhat mentally prepared for it. step by step. the fact his boyfriend agreed to try a drink is an achievement worth celebration. then again, denji didn't have the chance to really relish that win; their time together in this lake was a beautiful escalation from one core memory to another. it didn't allow him to think of something else, and he found himself present and all his senses embraced the experience as they come and goā which is a rare blessing. he could never get sick of kissing that boy; it was like the world had quietly shifted on its axis, leaving everything familiar yet somehow different, a spark that ignited a fire in his chest. his pulse would quicken, and heād feel his face grow hot as if his body had betrayed him. he knew he shouldn't, but he didn't care to deprive himself of it either. bakugou was that fucking goodā he knew how to work those lips, how to touch him; even a simple stroke of fingers through his hair was an art of seduction. it's fine. it's fine even if the party below the waistline is thriving. denji has to learn to build his stamina. he can't fold like a damn flip phone whenever bakugou looks at him a certain way or whisper something a bit too close to his ear. that's too much damn power! stay down, dick. not yet. soon.
he scoffed a chuckle; despite the embarrassing blush on his face, denji still had it in him to appreciate bakugou's unintentional humor. this guy had to take it as a threat, and heyā maybe it was. it remains lighthearted foolery between them. a fun, one-sided competition where the half-devil will seek his crown back. ] I always pay attention. [ said with an expression that promised anything but that. he already had that tipsy kinda skewed grin exposing him. it's there, while he does make a respectful effort to take the situation seriously. a dumb face, but his brain is listening, and he's fucking glad he did because ... woah. that took a wild turn. ]
Wait. Are you saying you'd be able to feel what I feel?
[ it's safe to say thatā denji is conflicted with this one. first of all, he didn't understand how is that possible. then again, coming from the 90s, he never thought browsing porn videos for fucking free was achievable. progress from having to buy a fake ID, walk into the xxx store and somehow try to scam the owner into giving him a magazine that is worth his one-month survival budget. after all that, it was just pictures, while what he has now is a full-on, explicit super HD- ... WHY IS HE THINKING ABOUT THIS?!! right, back to the exchanging feelings thing. denji scowls, forcing a super serious face, and huffs an exhale. ]
So, if I'm feeling ... sad ... you'll be able to feel the same way too? or, you'll just know i'm upset?
[ it's strange that this could've been a way for denji to toy with his boyfriend in creative ways, and while he will get to those options, right now, he's a bit concerned. in the end of the day, the half-devil is aware he's notā okay. his thoughts are brutal. he's always trying to either distract himself or find ways to mute them; if he lets them run wild, it's trouble. he's not sure he wants his boyfriend to know just how bad it is (yet). he's aware he's not the image of a healthy mindset, katsuki isn't stupid, and he can see that without the lore drop, but that's not an invitation to expose how big of a fuck up he is. then again, maybe it wouldn't be as - deep. maybe the device can track basic emotions instead of digging into their insecurities. a simple 'sad' and 'happy'. hmm. ] ... Can I switch it off whenever I'm not feeling so good?
[ ooc; un-traumatic?? sir, you've been kidnapped, low-key bullied/blamed by the other students for being the reason for all might's downfall, died while fighting tomura before the magic of anime brought him back (then again, not sure what timeline you brought him in?) - we won't compare mha and csm trauma scales, but that's a lot for someone who's still a kid. but, yeah, we don't have to go through all that if you don't want to! syn happily fuels us with delicious drama at times, and we will have a chance of denji comforting him <3 ]
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check another one off the list then. what a blessing not to be able to read minds and thus not be privy to that copious list in his mate's head. denji's not only a romantic sap, but a romantic sappy nerd. hosts of dreams and fantasies gleaned from television and books that obviously paint very real and factual pictures of how things happen in life. how many of those are going to get smacked in the face with a reality check? ... then again, denji's getting to make out with his boyfriend in a lake surrounded by fireflies in the lantern light. so maybe he's got a point. katsuki will be the judge of whether something's "too weird" to go for, or if he'll accept it then and there or needs some time to think about it. after all, it took quite some time for him to accept kissing in the kitchen, due to the public space and wanting to keep it clean. but denji's quiet, continued work on the blonde's barriers slowly unlocks new elements one after another. sharing a drink for the first time is probably one of the biggest wins against katsuki's clean image challenger.
that little laugh warms his chest and he rubs his thumb across denji's cheek again. of course he took it as a threat. the guy said it that way! must say something to the half-devil's charm that he can get away with threatening the hero and not finding himself ass up over a tree branch smoked to a crisp. denji's ability to bring that lightness and warmth to his chest is a gift katsuki won't ever be able to admit how appreciative of it he is. yet he takes it each time and rests within it.]
Uh-huh. [that earns him a knock of his knuckle against his boyfriend's water-beaded forehead. sure, "attention" from denji's paid when he's personally invested in something, but even that's not fastidious academic learning. add his besotted expression right now, hazy eyes glowing in the lantern light, a lopsided grin? yeah, katsuki's sure this is going in one ear and out the other. until one part proves itself such a huge knot, it rams into said ear and sticks there with a jolt to the head. not surprising which part it is.]
Aa. For a short while by choice. [granted katsuki's always been wary of lilith's tech not being under full control. things "break" and "accidents" happen, embarrassing factors tumble free, who knows if the same will be true of the rings in the future? they have to gamble on that. katsuki's as conflicted and adverse to the suggestion as denji it. his emotions and feelings and thoughts are private, something he only wants to show when he wants to show them, under his own control. risking those things spilling into his boyfriend's body sounds like a fucking mess waiting to happen.]
That's what I heard.
[feeling your partners' emotions, seeing what they see, hearing what they hear. he hasn't encountered anyone saying the ring lets you experience the tactile sensation, but who knows. meaning denji could potentially get railroaded by katsuki's aggressive pride and short temper. like hell is he planning on letting this option happen without mutual agreement between the two of them! denji doesn't need to be burdened by his ideas and feeling of heroics (does it even work that way?) but how would he feel if he could also feel the sensation of pride katsuki has when he sees his boyfriend's success? or those soft emotions of affection and happiness the blonde usually buries under his scowl or only lets out while watching denji sleep beside him... vulnerable expressions that chafe against his proud external appearance. or perhaps it is as denji wonders, something that only goes surface level and no deeper. he doesn't know. is that better, the simple ones?]
I'm not gonna turn it on unless we both agree to it in the moment.
[he loves you, but his feelings are private.]
[ooc: i meant his childhood, not the cluster-fuck that was year one of u.a. well, i do think he has some ptsd regarding getting kidnapped/almost killed by sludge villain, as well as his kidnapping by the league, but those are more specific triggers. like the nape of his neck. he's the one who blames himself over all might's retirement. and yeah, his death in the war was pretty holy fuck.
i brought katsuki from right after he was revived by edgeshot and rescued all might. essentially a moment before he got ready to fire off at kid-all-for-one. so he has ninja heart and wrecked arm, but we didn't know the results of that until way later in the year, sooo... i obvs couldn't play with that in mind. hence just his chest scar.
still, yeah denji's trauma versus katsuki's trauma is like dark vs light, haha. sometimes i wonder if gege just likes tormenting denji. come on, there's a limit to treating your character like shit, man. sheesh.
it's not that i don't go into katsuki's trauma, it's more that he keeps those things so close to his chest, it's almost impossible for him to let someone else see them and assist him with it. he's a self-reliant guy after all. but we can definitely make some plans on letting denji in there in future events!]