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Spa Holiday

“I’m sorry buddy but I can’t take you with me.” Zack said apologetically as he stuffed his swim trunks into his travel bag. Buster was sitting on his Master’s bed, his arms folded in front of his large chest and wearing a rather forlorn and upset frown on his face. It was an expression that the blade did not often wear. Zack watched him for a moment, feeling bad. It was as if he had just kicked a golden retriever. “Look...you are going to be fine, I promise. I’m sorry but...I’ve been trying to get shore leave for months and the company isn’t going to pay for you to go too.”

Buster just looked away. His master knew that wasn’t true. He didn’t need to be paid for. He could go in sword form, he didn’t have to eat and he didn’t need a place to sleep.

“Come on...please...don’t be upset.” Zack answered as he zipped up his back. “You have my account code so you can use whatever money you need, after all, some of it is yours anyways. I’ll be back in a week. Just...try to be good okay?” he gave him an apologetic smile and headed out the door.

Buster sat for a long moment, still wearing a frown on his face. Zack wasn’t like Angeal...Zack didn’t fall for Buster’s pouting or his rare fits of displeasure. He supposed that is what he liked about him...even though it did not play in his favor.

He stood and walked out of their quarters and into the common room. It was quite and it made him unease. Buster really didn’t like being alone...he wasn’t accustomed to it. And what if something happened to his Master? What if he didn’t come back either like Angeal? What if he got attacked? What was his master suppose to do without him? Fight with an umbrella?

Now feeling left behind and abandoned, the blond sat down in the middle of the floor, trying to figure out what to do next.

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 “Swim trunks, training bag, sunscreen for obvious reasons, extra materia, extra battery for your PHS…..” Counting and checking down the checklist of the items his master packed into his suitcase, granted this was only a week’s trip to Costa del sol, and after all that had happened so far, his master and other probably needed a well earned vacation. Though he would have loved to go with the other to you know, keep him safe since it’s his job, but then again, he was deadly even without a weapon. Looking up to mako cat-like eyes, Sephiroth nod to the other before speaking. “Do not worry. I assure you, I have everything I need. And even if I don’t, the staff at the resort will get it for me with no problem.“ Giving the weapon a second slight grin before returning to his poker face, Sephiroth then addressed his own checklist for the blade.

  “Now for you Masamune.” As soon as he said the blade’s name, Masamune straightened up and looked attentively which made the younger silver nod slightly. “List of numbers that you can call are on the counter, call me if it’s an emergency or for some reason the HQ gets attacked out of blue again. You have your bank account though should you really need to, you can use mine as well. You have access to all my training modules since I expect you to keep up your strength while I’m gone or you can relax for a bit. I already wrapped up whatever was in the fridge, though if you need to partake in it, you are welcome to that or the cafeteria should you need the extra energy.” Pausing as he knew that was most of it, however he suspected that his weapon would definitely handle himself for a week. Honestly…what could really go wrong? “That should be most of the important information since you already know the rest by memory at least.” Walking over to the weapon as he placed his gloved hand onto the other’s shoulder a bit, Sephiroth then nodded watching the blade relax his shoulders.

  “You will be fine for a week. However, I shall take my leave since I have my ride expecting me soon.” Walking back over and grabbing the one bag that pretty much contained what he needed, he nodded to his weapon as Masamune waved slightly while watching the other disappear when the door closed behind him. Breathing out a bit, it was masamune’s turn to be the role model for the 2nd’s and 3rd’s that were still stationed here at the tower which shouldn’t be too hard…..right? Shaking his head, the blade grabbed his own set of keys and phone as he headed out the door cause with his master gone, he still had a list of chores or training to do but he could get to them in a bit. For now, he actually needed to see who was even around as it was a bit more quieter which was understandable.

With Angeal’s death, and Genesis also supposedly dead along with a handful of SOLDIER’s, morale was definitely questionable at best. And with him and his master gone more then usual since they were picking up the rest of the missions, the blade assumed they were trying to fill the void that was left, especially with his master. Shaking his head a bit to get the negative thoughts out or at least pushed to the back of his head, he then continued his somewhat search of life even on the floor at this hour.

  However, the one being that was here is who he was actually happy to see is Buster as a small smile came to his face. With Rapier being MIA with her master, the blade’s definitely felt a hole in their circle as well even if neither of them wanted to admit it. They missed the red head quite a bit, though he hoped Rapier would turn up again eventually. When…..he didn’t know. Seeing Buster sitting in the middle of the common room floor and not well….being his usual self, the silver had to find out what was going on. “So I guess I wasn’t the only one invited on the getaway then. Though…” Tilting his head at the blonde, the elder of the two seemed puzzled. “I highly doubt sitting on the floor seems to be helping at all from the mood and energy your putting out right now.” Kneeling down before sitting on one of the nearby steps with his silver hair cascading beside him, Masamune raised an eyebrow at his best friend.

 “Wanna talk about it?”

Buster looked up to Masamune, his expression one that was half way between being upset and being a pout. “Master told me that I can’t go with him on vacation to the beach. I asked this morning and before he left and he said no. I even asked last week and he said that he would if he could but that I couldn’t because Director Lizard was the one that said no. So I talked to Director Lizard and he said because I’m technically not an employee I technically don’t get to go on vacation on the company’s dime and that Master has no need for a sword so I have to stay home.”

Buster frowned heavily now, the thought making him mad. “What? They don’t think that I don’t deserve to go have some fun at the beach? I work hard too, fighting all the time but they just think it doesn’t matter.” He let out a snort and continued on. “And I tried talking to Master again, really telling him but you know what he did? He told me no! I even gave him the look Masa! You know...the same one I always gave Angeal when he told told me no...and it didn’t work! He just walked out.” Now his expression was changing to something with a little bit of desperation. “I got left behind again...what I am I suppose to do if something happens and I’m not there to protect him! What if he does’t come back! Last time I got left behind my Master didn’t come back!” He out a shaky and exasperated breath. “I have a lot of feelings right now I don’t what to do with...”

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Spa Holiday

Behind the scenes of Loki - from the same scene in the trailers and tv spots

He is so beautiful and I’m emotional right now because I love him SO MUCH!!!

side by side, forever. 

— Thor and Loki smiling because of each other, Thor: Ragnarok (2017)

When a character doesn’t realize they’ve been, like, shot or whatever and they hand brushes against their side and comes away wet with blood, and they’re just staring at it like wtf is this and then their knees just totally give out on them and they sink down, maybe gasping a little as the reality finally hits them. That’s good stuff.

Angsty Romantic Cliches I’m a Slut For 

Holding their partner’s unconscious/dead body

Sobbing into their partner’s shoulder/chest

One of them is hurt and the other falls asleep in their hospital room

The other losing their mind when their partner is hurt/killed and charging into battle recklessly

“I thought I lost you” hugs

“Don’t go where I can’t follow!” 

One is mind controlled and forced to fight the other

The other refusing to harm them and getting seriously injured as consequence 

The person coming to and seeing what they’ve done

I could go on about this trope alone for 5 hours

A last desperate “I love you!” 

A tearful, hard kiss before battle, bonus points if its a confessional kiss

“Please, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

Bandaging each other’s wounds

Both of them injured, and waking up beside each other

I like to think that they spent time in the spaceship trying to find a way to re establish their relationship. in many different ways

Continued

Buster looked up to Masa and pursed his lips, giving a little bit of a pout. He knew the older blade was right, that he too was left behind and Buster needed to take it easy.

“But I don’t want to stay here for two weeks and do nothing.” he answered a bit more calmly this time, his brows furrowed. “We can train but we can do that any time. I know Master will be okay but...I want to relax and have fun too.”

Alright...now it was time to do that deep breath and thinking part. The blond closed his eyes and took a slow deep breath and let it out again slowly. It wasn’t working very well, his head was still swimming with thoughts but he pushed them down to try and focus for a moment.

Him and Masamune were left on their own for two weeks. They should have a vacation too.

Zack said he could do what he wanted as long as he didn’t get into trouble or break anything.

He got Zack’s account to use as needed (after all, some of that money in that account was his though it wouldn’t be marked on any company paperwork since he really didn’t exist which is how this mess started anyways). Most likely, Masa has access to his Sephiroth’s funds as well.

So...why couldn’t they have fun? As long as they didn’t get into trouble...or at least not enough trouble that it would get back to their Master’s or Director Lizard-man.

“Masa...” Buster started for a moment, opening his eyes to look up at the silver haired blade. “You have money from your Master right? We should have a vacation too so why don’t we go on one just us?” He thought about it for a moment longer. “They won’t let us take a vehicle so we will have to bum a ride...” he then had a wide grin spread across his face. “I overheard the other day that some of the Turks go to Wutai on the weekend since the revolt stopped and they opened it up to tourists. I bet we can get a ride with them, stay the week and come home next weekend. We will be back before our Masters come home!” he  was starting to grow excited. “And you are from there right? It will be fun! A trip to the hot springs!”

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Spa Holiday

Journey To Banora

Buster woke from an uneasy sleep, the morning sunlight filtering through the shabby drapes in their small room at the local in in Kalm. Letting out a heavy, Buster ran his hand across his face as he laid in the bed, a dull pain radiating in his right knee. The pain had seeped into his dreams, twisting them even more than they already were. He dreamed about the final battle he fought maybe just two days before against his best friend and love Masamune.

Clack! Ting! Clack! Ting! Clack!

Each strike of Masa’s was to the point and keenly focused on a single point. As a blade, Buster wasn’t exactly fast but what he lacked in speed he made up in bruit force and strength. Only he could be consider Masamune’s equal. However, what Masa lacked in strength he made up in speed and agility, making him Buster’s equal if he was left unchecked.

And now it showed. Each precise strike had left Buster chipped and wounded, about a quarter of the way down from his blade tip. In his human form, even though the shift of anatomy wasn’t exact, his translated to an angry looking wound on his knee. It was red, looking almost like a cut that sat under the skin, two small vein like marks spreading out from it.

He was not only chipped...he was cracking.

They were small, only hair line cracks, but those were the worse since they could spread out and multiply if not taken care of. This left an interesting yet very unconformable pain sensation. The blade had been hurt many times before in his human form; he could be stabbed through the chest, cut up and bleeding but a good rest in his sword form fixed him right up. And human pain wasn’t quite a big deal to him. But this...his was a wound on his true form, a wound that would not heal without skilled repair. This was a pain that went deep and he could not escape it. Also it was causing him to leak energy which, while insignificant now, would cause more trouble as time went on.

The sound of the water filling a tub snapped him out of his thoughts and he sat up. Masa wasn’t in his  bed so he must be bathing and getting ready. Buster had already cleaned himself up the night before so it wasn’t necessary for him to do it again (his hair wasn’t as long as Masa’s anyways). Shifting, he grimaced a little at how stiff his leg was when he moved, standing up and feeling only a little zing of pain when he stood. Bandaging it up and putting pressure on it would probably help...if they actually had a first aid kit. Anyways...he and Masa were travailing to Buster’s hometown of Banora to start a new life after the torn world, to hide from the chaos and everything else that was happening after Metorfall. But...now this meant they had to take a detour. There was not a Master Smith in Kalm and now he had a choice to make:

Go to Corel were there might be a Master Smith...

Or go to an area outside of Gongaga where he knew there was a Master Smith but the man might not be there.

And by the way this wound was setting in...they wouldn’t have enough time to check both places since each one was a bit out of their way.

That also meant that he would eventually have to tell Masa and he wasn’t sure how he was going to do that yet.

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 Continued: “Spa Holiday”

Buster smiled brightly now, excited that Masa was willing to go along with his idea. He wasn’t one much for History...but if Masamune was able to get his memories back (and was the one teaching him) then it was enough that the blond blade would pay attention. Plus he never really got to have fun in Wutai before.

When Masa mentioned telling Lazard about their trip, he frowned lightly. He wasn’t sure what to think of Director “Lizard” as he called him (names were Buster’s strong suite unless it was someone he liked). But...on the other hand...the Director might cover for them or at least not hassle the about it.

“Alright...if you think we should tell him...But you do it.” he answered. “I don’t really care for him all that much. But as a trade off, I’ll talk to the Turks and get our ride.

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Spa Holiday

The best thing about Loki is, if he is afraid, he won’t show it. He’s been highly trained through the experience of his slightly traumatic life to shield his fear. -Tom Hiddleston

Person A: “Promise me you won’t do anything stupid.”

Person B: “You know very well I cannot promise that.”

Person A: “Okay, then promise you’ll wait at least ten minutes before you do anything stupid.”

Person B: “You’re pushing it, but okay.”

what if Thor’s hair looked like this tho (x)

{Because this popped up on my dash and I just cannot not comment}

"Please don't kick his junk..." Buster said in a almost pleading diplomatic tone. "I need those... For reasons... They are important... For reasons. Just don't okay." he finishes quickly.

“I can’t reach your face, but I can kick your junk."

“That’s……slightly terrifying honestly….also please don’t. I rather not explain to my master why I had to be in my true form recovering from a kick to my junk…..”

In the cafeteria Buster let's out a sneeze. "Oh, someone must be talking about me."

"I’m not looking down on you. Except literally.” (Argentumexitium)

“I WILL KICK YOUR ASS MASA!” Rapier yelled grabbing a pillow to swing at him. “Get your ass down here and fight me!”

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"I'm somewhere in the middle of this right? “

Smash or Pass: Rapier and Buster

“L-let them both smash me…..”

Smash or Pass: Rapier and Buster

“L-let them both smash me…..”

{OutOfSteel} So how about this hot take? After Genesis and Sephiroth have that little dick measuring contest... I mean duel... In the holo-training room, Masa, Buster and Rapier come back later after their masters' have gone about their business. They are just there to hang out but then Masa and Rapier start discussing the battle which then leads to a bit of an argument on which weapon would have actually won. The two are going back and forth until Buster steps in and is just like "Well...I was actually the one that broke you guys up the first time so honestly... I would kick both your butts." and he says this with his perfectly pleasent smile.

So then they decide to have a three way duel, in all seriousness. However, after a while the boys start getting sweaty with their rippling muscles and eventually the sparing starts going a completely different way... Is it sparing or now is it foreplay?

And of course Rapier is the one that eggs it on to begin with.

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Buster looked up when Masa came back in. He was quiet for a long moment, thinking things through. They needed to have a plan and... He couldn't make this decision on his own. They may only be able to choose one path.

"I don't really know." he answered after a long moment, his voice sounding a bit unsure. He wasn't sure how to tell Masa he had been injured during their battle. "I need to see a Smith." he finally said, though not telling the truth of the seriousness. "There might be one capable in Corel but there might not... And I know of one near Gongaga, but I don't know if he is still there or not. So... I don't know which way we should go..." he ran his hand through his blond locks which were looking a bit unkept by now. "But... We probably need a few things in town before we leave."

Journey To Banora

Buster woke from an uneasy sleep, the morning sunlight filtering through the shabby drapes in their small room at the local in in Kalm. Letting out a heavy, Buster ran his hand across his face as he laid in the bed, a dull pain radiating in his right knee. The pain had seeped into his dreams, twisting them even more than they already were. He dreamed about the final battle he fought maybe just two days before against his best friend and love Masamune.

Clack! Ting! Clack! Ting! Clack!

Each strike of Masa’s was to the point and keenly focused on a single point. As a blade, Buster wasn’t exactly fast but what he lacked in speed he made up in bruit force and strength. Only he could be consider Masamune’s equal. However, what Masa lacked in strength he made up in speed and agility, making him Buster’s equal if he was left unchecked.

And now it showed. Each precise strike had left Buster chipped and wounded, about a quarter of the way down from his blade tip. In his human form, even though the shift of anatomy wasn’t exact, his translated to an angry looking wound on his knee. It was red, looking almost like a cut that sat under the skin, two small vein like marks spreading out from it.

He was not only chipped…he was cracking.

They were small, only hair line cracks, but those were the worse since they could spread out and multiply if not taken care of. This left an interesting yet very unconformable pain sensation. The blade had been hurt many times before in his human form; he could be stabbed through the chest, cut up and bleeding but a good rest in his sword form fixed him right up. And human pain wasn’t quite a big deal to him. But this…his was a wound on his true form, a wound that would not heal without skilled repair. This was a pain that went deep and he could not escape it. Also it was causing him to leak energy which, while insignificant now, would cause more trouble as time went on.

The sound of the water filling a tub snapped him out of his thoughts and he sat up. Masa wasn’t in his  bed so he must be bathing and getting ready. Buster had already cleaned himself up the night before so it wasn’t necessary for him to do it again (his hair wasn’t as long as Masa’s anyways). Shifting, he grimaced a little at how stiff his leg was when he moved, standing up and feeling only a little zing of pain when he stood. Bandaging it up and putting pressure on it would probably help…if they actually had a first aid kit. Anyways…he and Masa were travailing to Buster’s hometown of Banora to start a new life after the torn world, to hide from the chaos and everything else that was happening after Metorfall. But…now this meant they had to take a detour. There was not a Master Smith in Kalm and now he had a choice to make:

Go to Corel were there might be a Master Smith…

Or go to an area outside of Gongaga where he knew there was a Master Smith but the man might not be there.

And by the way this wound was setting in…they wouldn’t have enough time to check both places since each one was a bit out of their way.

That also meant that he would eventually have to tell Masa and he wasn’t sure how he was going to do that yet.

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