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violettelueur · 4 years ago

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GOJO SATORU + GETO SUGURU || NEVER MEANT TO BE

| featuring : gojo satoru and geto suguru from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : mentions of murder, manga spoilers and grammar errors

| form : imagine

| word count : 1704

| published : 15 November

| request : hellloooo i hope this doesnt sound confusing but tbh im just requesting this since no one requested sum from the manga. how about something like reader arriving at the train station as gojo gets trapped in the prison realm in around chapter 90-91? like shes a shaman and she see geto and has a flashback cuz gojo her and geto were like past buddies? and to think someone could bind gojo?

| barista’s notes : for the people that haven’t read the manga, I would recommend you reading it first before reading this imagine because it has some MAJOR spoilers and I dont think you’ll understand it either way ʅʕ•ᴥ•ʔʃ but defo read it if you haven't, it’s amazing! but moving on from that i hope that you love your order of a cup of black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request)!

Rushing down the stairs of Tokyo Metro, you were trying to get to floor B5F where Gojo was last noted before you heard about the information that he was somehow sealed. With the help of the three other groups that were around the area, you were able to get through the shields that surrounded Shibuya to get to where you needed to be.

You were exhausted. Not physically but mentally as you didn’t know what to expect at all. The second you heard of Gojo’s report on curses forming alliances with each other, you thought he was just bluffing at first and to be honest, his ridiculous drawing wasn't helping with his case either. However, he was someone that you knew you could trust extremely, it had always been like that since both of you became students at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College.

With your katana hanging from the side of your hip, you quickly jumped to the bottom on the stairs to save precious time before quickly turning the right corner to see what was the whole situation. However, once your hand was on the handle of your sword, your eyes widened in shock from what was right in front of you.

‘Isn’t he supposed to be dead? That's not him is it?’

What was in your sights now was something that was technically impossible. He was supposed to be dead, there was no way he was alive sitting on the station floor. There were no such possibilities for him to be sitting with his back turned to you right now.

Geto Suguru.

ꕥ

You, Gojo, Geto and Ieiri were standing in front of the now-destroyed house due to Gojo using his technique to free both Utahime and Mei Mei from the house that they have been investigating for the two past days.

“Don’t you think that was a little too much Gojo,” you commented with an awkward giggle as you saw tiny to large pieces falling to the ground, leading to your second-year friend saying, “I don’t think it was too much Y/N-chan, besides how could I have impressed you if I didn't take the opportunity to?”

“I shouldn’t have asked part one...” you quickly muttered, before Gojo started to tease Utahime, who was in the middle of the rubble that was created by your flirtatious friend himself.

“Satoru, it’s not nice to pick on the weak,” Geto suddenly commented, before using one of his spirits to devour the curse that suddenly appeared behind Utahime, only for Gojo to state, “who the heck’s gonna pick on someone strong? You’re the one teasing her without even knowing it Geto,” causing your other friend to now to realise what he had said.

No longer being able to handle both of them, you quickly turned your attention to Utahime and asked, “Utahime, are you okay?”. This small but kind gesture of yours caused the grade-two jujutsu sorcerer, to say your name with such glee before you continued with, “we were worried about you since you didn't call for two days” to which only led the woman to pull you into a tight hug.

‘I shouldn’t have asked part two….I’m legit getting no air’

“Y/N don’t you dare become trash like those two, okay?”

“I’ll try my best”

However, this happy and hilarious moment had to sudden halt when Mei Mei suddenly asked, “where’s the curtain?” causing you, Gojo, Geto and Ieiri to look at her with dumbfounded expressions on your faces.

‘Ahhhhhh shi-’

ꕥ

“There’s someone here who said they put up a curtain and then up and left the auxiliary manager behind and forgot about the curtain too”

At this moment and time, all four of you were on your knees in front of your sensei Masamichi Yaga, as he found out from the news that was shown on the TV above that someone *cough*Gojo*cough* forgot to put up a curtain up like him and Mei Mei stated.

“Fess up”

“Sensei! We’re better than pointing fingers at each other,” Gojo randomly commented, as he raised his hand up to emphasise his point. On the other hand, you, Geto and Ieiri had other plans and all pointed at Gojo for this mishap that had occurred without him realising.

“So it’s you!” your teacher shouted, before landing a strong punch on top of your friend’s head, causing you to know to never mess with your teacher anytime soon.

Even though it wasn’t the best time, you and Geto let out a sly giggle before looking at each other, which only led to both of you laughing, even more, the second you stepped out of the room. As chaotic all four of you were, you wouldn’t change it for the world.

However, it was never meant to be.

ꕥ

“Hey!”

Turning to your right, you saw your friend Geto wave at you with a bright smile on his face. To the outsider, it just seemed like two friends meeting with each other or friends that just casually bumped into each other in the crowded streets. On the other hand, it wasn’t that.

Geto was a criminal on the run. You were just informed by your teacher that your friend massacred a whole village as well as the possibilities of his parents. You didn’t want to believe it. Of course, you couldn’t believe it. Geto wasn’t that type of person, he wasn’t like that at all during your time at Jujutsu high together, were the three years a facade?

“Yo, it’s the criminal” you teasingly greeted him, trying to hide your dejection from his view, “you need something from me?”

“I guess I’m just testing my luck” Geto replied back before taking a stand next to you. From your side perspective, you could see what Gojo was talking about a while back. Your longtime friend looks thinner than he did a year ago, you could clearly see the bags in his eyes indicating that he hadn’t had any sleep the past few days. It was like that ever since the killing of the Star Plasma Vessel, a mission that you, Gojo and Geto failed at.

“I’m gonna ask just to be sure, but are those false charges?” you quietly asked, hoping that all this was a lie, a stupid cruel prank that was set up by someone. However, you knew somewhere in your heart that this was the reality that you were in, there was no escaping from this one.

“Nah, unfortunately not”

“Again to be sure, why?” you quietly questioned him, trying to conceal the tears that were threatening to flow down your face.

“I’ll create a world where only shamans exist,” Geto calmly answered, causing you to snap your head in his direction. A world where only shamans exist? What more stupid of a reason he could give you?

“That’s hilarious,” you stated, before you slowly carried on with, “if humans were eliminated, we shamans wouldn’t even have a purpose at all, your reasoning is the most stupid thing I ever heard in my life Geto,”

Geto turned to look at you, only to find you casually open your phone to call Gojo on your sightings on your friend.

“However, I hope that you’re happy now that you're choosing this path. I really hope you get what I’m saying and you don’t live to regret,” you stated, as you place your device next to your ear. “I hope you're happy in the end my friend, that’s all I’m asking for,” you ended your statement before Gojo was on the other side of the line.

“Thank you Y/N”

“Gojo, I met Geto in Shinjuku”

“Did you question him? Did you kill him?”

“I didn’t…...have the heart to Gojo, I’m sorry”

There was nothing but silence between the both of you which gave you the chance to look to your right, only to see that your friend had disappeared from your side. As if he wasn’t there in the first place.

“Hey Gojo...it was never meant to be ha?” you rhetorically asked, as a single tear slowly slid down your face.

ꕥ

Geto Suguru was right there in front of you. Sitting on the ground on the train station with his back turned to you.

However, as much as you wanted to believe that it was true, you knew that it wasn’t really him.

It was just impossible.

Taking your katana out of its black wooden sheath, you were preparing for any attacks that could happen around you right now before you could begin to question who the person in front of you was.

“Who are you?”

The man turned around, slowly showing the face of a man that was someone that was close to both you and Gojo all those years back causing you to look at the person that was in front of you with sorrowful eyes. You wished it was him. But as you said, it was never meant to be.

“Y/N! I'm not surprised that you were able to get through all those shields, you are powerful like Satoru after all,” the man happily commented with the same smile that you missed so dearly.

“I said who are you?!” you repeated in a firmer tone, telling the person that you weren’t playing around anymore as you raised your katana, making the sharp pointed tip to be in level with his face - even if he was far in distance.

“Come on, is that how you greet an old friend?”

“How the hell did you get the Prison Realm within your possession?” you asked, as you looked down at the small cube that Gojo was supposedly in. How such a small thing was able to seal such a powerful shaman like Gojo? You would never know.

“Y/N, we were in the same team for three years, I would assume you know I’m able to get what I need, I am Geto after all,”

“Shut up!” you shouted, surprising the person from your sudden outburst. “I’m not stupid, so don’t you dare play with me for even a second”

“I know you’re not Geto”

“Me and Gojo knew that from the start”

“It wasn’t meant to be”

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peaches-writes · 4 years ago

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party night

prompt 2: “But it looks like it’s enjoying itself!”

member: minho / lee know wc: 1.9k genre: fluff, bakeneko au, neighbor au, the crackiest fic you’ll ever read in a while warning: explicit language note: finally it’s done it took a while and it’s not even good it’s so trippy sldjflskdf but i’ve been slumped with work rawr + idk i didnt do my research im so sorry this was quick bc i still hav hw lskdfjsldjk

“Swswswswsws...” You hiss continuously as you point your flashlight into the darkness of the forestry ahead, turning your head to your neighbor after. “Ji, what’s your pet’s name again? It might respond if we called it by its name, you know. It’s been five minutes since we’ve been looking for it.”

“P-Pet? I don’t—”Jisung briefly stops walking and squints his eyes at you, accidentally pointing his own phone’s flashlight to your face when you turn around to face him at immediately noticing his pause. You hold your free hand up to your face in instinctive response to his accidental action, wincing in pain of the bright light to which Jisung guiltily heaves a sigh at. That was close! “A-Ah, I mean!—L-Lee Know! His...yeah, the cat’s name is Lee Know!”

You furrow your eyebrows and bring your hand down once Jisung apologizes and points his flashlight elsewhere, a confused frown settling on your lips. “Lee Know? You named him?”

“Y-Yeah?” He raises his own eyebrows curiously, jogging up the remaining distance to you when you beckon for him to continue walking deeper into the forest with you. It’s time like these when the eco-friendly agenda our village has going on is such a hassle, Jisung groans internally to himself, Minho could be anywhere in this forest...that idiot. “Why’d you ask?”

You shrug, flinching when a distant rustling faintly goes through your ears. When you point your flashlight towards its direction, however, you only see, much to your disappointment, a raccoon scurrying away. “It’s just—and don’t get offended!—Lee Know sounds a bit of a choice for a cat’s name.” You explain sheepishly, looking away in case he does get offended. “I actually thought Minho named him...given his generally weird tendencies. Maybe he got tired of naming pets cutely like Soonie, Doongie, and Dori or something so I thought, you know...”

Jisung snickers under his breath as you explain, frantically shaking his head and waving his hands when you surprisingly hear and ask him about it. Tell that to him when you see him, he so badly wants to tell you but he opts to quietly continue looking for his roommate instead, mirroring you and pointing his flashlight towards every inch of the path.

“It’s that ridiculous, huh?” He jokes, to which your eyes widen at. When he peers over your shoulder and notices this, he immediately lets out a hearty laugh. “Don’t worry, it’s cool. I think it’s ridiculous for a cat too.”

Your shoulders unintentionally relax at this and you muster up a laugh as well. “It sounds like a stage name.”

“It’s swag, apparently.”

After five more minutes of walking (and not much progress in finding clues as to where the cat went but misleading footprints of foxes and more raccoons), you stop right under the warning sign your village’s Homeowners Association, placed right before the forest’s restricted area. “Nothing.” You turn around on your surroundings twice before concluding against the stillness of the night and the distant cricketing, facing Jisung again with a disappointed expression. “We can’t go beyond the subdivision limits, Ji. I’m so sorry.”

Jisung glances between you and the angry ‘No Trespassing’ sign in thought, biting his lip down as he ponders on what to do next. It’s either he risks having you see more than one supernatural creature tonight and drag you with him past village limits or he pretends to go back to the village with you then run all the way back to the other side of the forest and continue looking for his escaped roommate. Then why did I ask Y/N to help me look for Minho in the first place? Jisung asks himself as he scratches his head in the hopes that his last functioning braincell could make a quick decision.

“Ji?” You elbow him gently when he takes too long to think. Only then does he notice that you’ve already taken a step back from the village limits, body twisted and facing the path back. “Let’s go back, maybe it’s better looking for Lee Know in the morning.”

“A-Ah, but—” Jisung raises his free hand, as if reaching out to you and tugging you back. Before he could finish his thought, however, he sees a brilliant white light reflect back in your eyes and when he turns around, his eyes widen at colorful lanterns approaching from the trees. “Oh, shit...”

“What the fuck is that?” You ask in a whisper, instinctively going back to Jisung’s side in fear. When the lanterns draw nearer, you start making out figures of raccoons, foxes, rabbits, and cats dancing on their hind legs. “What the hell?”

Jisung slaps a hand up to his forehead and purses his lips, gritting his teeth hardly in frustration. Too late, he thinks to himself as he turns to you, eyes wide and mouth agape in bewilderment. “Y/N, listen to me—”

But again, he’s cut off by a certain orange and white cat catching your attention, waving at you with its paws. “Hi, Y/N!” Minho waves at you casually in his cat form, his smile peeking out of the rainbow towel on his head. “We’re doing a conga line around the forest if you want to join!”

“I...” You freeze, leaning back in confusion. “T-That’s...Lee Know?”

“Um...” Jisung turns to you, meeting your unreadable expression. You look simultaneously shocked, horrified, and curious but with a small smile threatening to slip into your features. “I can explain!”

“He sounds like—”

“My roommate, Minho. Yeah, um...” Jisung scratches the nape of his neck again, instinctively stepping in front of your view to block the sight of dancing forest animals. “Listen, it’s not what it looks like! Minho, he’s...”

“Jisung—I mean, wilder things have happened in college—”

“Yeah but—” Jisung stops halfway, staring back at you as if you’ve grown a second head. “You’re not—you’re not freaked out?”

“So you are admitting that your roommate is half-cat?”

“He’s a bakeneko...”

“Bakeneko, sure, okay.” You repeat, rolling your eyes. “As I was saying, you dragged me out here at 2 AM to look for ‘your cat,’ knowing there’s a slight risk of me finding out who the cat actually is, then you react like this when it does happen? I’m surprised, of course, but you really should’ve thought about that.”

A part of Jisung heaves a sigh of relief but another part of him panics even further which is only amplified with the music growing louder behind him as more animals pass by. “Yeah, well, I did thought about that but I really needed help looking for Minho because he left without a note and I didn’t expect that he’d be out here partying tonight!”

This time, it’s you slapping a hand to your face. “Jesus Christ, and here I thought you guys were at least sharing one braincell.” You sigh, to which Jisung immediately protests at. You ignore, him, however, and gesture for the growing line of dancing animals. “So, should we stop him? But, then, it looks like it’s enjoying itself! “But it looks like it’s enjoying itself!—I mean, Minho! Minho looks like he’s enjoying himself.”

Jisung opens his mouth to speak but, for the second time tonight, he’s accidentally cut off again by Minho, this time by said roommate suddenly materializing on his shoulders. “Are here to pick me up?” Minho asks him, the way his normal human voice comes out of his cat form momentarily surprising you from the corner of his eyes and catching his attention. “Oh, hi, Y/N! Sorry, I didn’t mean for you to see me like this! Ya, Han Jisung, why did you bring Y/N along?”

“Because you just left the house without telling me where you’re going, dumbass! How would I know if you weren’t suddenly kidnapped or something!” Jisung complains in response, flicking Minho’s forehead. “And get off my shoulder, fatass, you’re so heavy. Have you been eating spirits food again?”

You clear your throat awkwardly, waving at the two boys before they could engage in a full-on argument. “Yeah, I’m still here, guys?”

Minho and Jisung glance back at you then to each other, as if in contemplation. You raise an eyebrow nervously at this.

“Hyung, is it okay that Y/N saw you?” Jisung asks Minho in a hushed whisper.

“Do I really look fat tonight?” Minho frowns, to which Jisung groans at.

“Dude, come on, I’m asking you a matter of your security and you ask me if you’re looking fat.”

“Because Y/N saw me!”

Jisung sighs. “Fine, then, yes you do...you look like a really really fat cat tonight.” He answers reluctantly, to which Minho pouts even deeper at. “It must be those brownies that other cat, Felix, is always baking at these parties.”

Minho then immediately hops off of Jisung, walking over to you and encircling your ankles once. “Alright, then, I guess, Y/N, you should see me like this on another time, when I’m looking cuter! You’ll have to forget everything you saw tonight, okay? I can’t have my crush seeing me as a fat cat!”

“W-What?” You try stepping away from Minho’s circling movements but before you could even get a foot out, you already start feeling lightheaded until your vision’s fully clouded in nothing but white.

“See you tomorrow, Y/N!” Minho’s voice echoes in your ears before you.

Jisung is waiting for you by the fences separating your houses the next day, a seemingly rehearsed smile on his face. From what you can hazily remember of last night (which is oddly few, you’ve noticed), you last saw him banging his head against the pillars of his host family’s front porch at dinner time because the Internet connection at his place won’t let him pass his homework.

“Good morning, Ji?” You greet him as you water the plants in your front garden, unintentionally coming off as questioning. “You look...happy. Did you get to pass that homework of yours?”

The boy nods happily as he organizes the recyclables he’s supposed to take out. “Yep, passed it on time.”

You nod, opening your mouth to speak only to be interrupted by an orange and white cat emerging from your garden’s potted sunflowers. “Oh, hi!” You greet the cat, instinctively crouching down to scratch its ears to which he purrs positively to. You don’t catch it but Jisung heaves a sigh of relief when you don’t seem to recognize Minho or have any recollection of last night. “And who are you supposed to be, hm? You’re so adorable!”

From the corner of your eyes, Jisung frowns at Minho before shaking his head and answering you, “O-Oh, that’s—Lee Know, the new house cat! My host family brought him in just—just last night.”

“Just last night?” You ask, briefly looking up at Jisung and catching his frown turning into a sheepish smile. You try catching his reaction to your question but the cat brings a paw up to your hand and regains your attention again. “Didn’t they come home at like 4 PM yesterday, though? I even greeted Mr. and Mrs. Lee and I don’t remember seeing them with this cat.”

Shit, Jisung curses himself, glaring at Minho again who only sticks his tongue out discreetly at him, I was doing so well! “W-Well, Mr. Lee went out at around 9 PM, I think, when you were already inside, then he came back with the cat. It’s a stray, basically.”

You nod at this, smiling at the cat again. “Aren’t you too cute to be a stray cat, though?” You coo, making Minho smile and nuzzle his whiskers more into your hands. “And you remind me a lot of Ji’s roommate, Minho, too. Have you met him? He’s a bit of a weirdo but he’s...cute too, I guess.”

Minho so badly wants to open his mouth and protest halfway when you called him a weirdo but he puts up the facade anyway and goes around you once again. He’ll have to bring it up to you next time, when he’s human.

“Look, Ji, he likes me!” You point out excitedly to which Jisung only musters up a small smile. You then pet the cat’s head once more before standing up to continue watering your plants. “Speaking of, Minho’s okay with this? And Soonie, Doongie, Dori?”

“Yep.” Jisung reluctantly nods, kicking Minho gently with his foot when he comes back to his side of the fence. “Very much so.”

on a night much like tonight (drabble game)

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nanaminsonyfans · 5 years ago

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Between Worlds; Chapter Four

Previous, Next, Masterlist

A/N: This chapter is gonna be split into maybe three parts. Don’t worry, this is just for Y/N’s character development then we get some Zuko ;) Please enjoy!

!!TW!!Swearing

Over the past few days, you were healing from your injuries caused by Zuko. Your chin had a slight scar, but you had a second-degree burn on your right hip. Katara made sure that you always had a wet cloth over the burn to soothe the pain, it worked. Sometimes. Going to the City of Omashu really strained your body. Although you connected with a good friend, Bumi, the challenges he gave you were far from easy with your injury. On the bright side, you saved a village from the Fire Nation’s oppression. That made you feel nice, like you were now actually worthy of the label Avatar.

You were brought back to reality and away from your thoughts by the smell of something charred and burnt. It smelled like charcoal. You leaned over Appa’s saddle to look down. “What is that?” You ask, pointing down to the ground below you. Sokka, who was steering Appa since your injury, looked over too. “It looks like a scar…” He said now guiding Appa to the ground where the scent came from.

Once the three of you reached the ground, you jumped off, using your staff as a walking stick. “The Fire Nation.” Katara whispered walking around. Your heart hurt to see such destruction, this forest was somethings home. Birds, deer, bears, even insects. Sokka glared as he looked around at the burned wood and grass. “Those monsters.” He grumbled kicking a rock. You sat down on the burned and blacked ground. You let out a deep sigh and hunched your head forward. “This is horrible.” You whisper, silently cursing at yourself for letting this happen. You started to fidget with the staff, running your fingers along the grain of the wood.

You were snapped out of your trance when something hit your head. You turned around seeing Katara with a handful of acorns. “Katara- What the hell?” You glared at the other girl, “These are acorns, Y/N. That means the forest will grow back with time.” She smiled. Then you remembered, this was the Winter Solstice episode. Your mind was still so foggy about your life before this. You just knew you had to help with whatever disaster was coming. “I guess you’re right.” You mumbled and stood up, using the staff to stabilize yourself. You heard shuffling footsteps from behind you, you turned around taking a defensive stance.

You relaxed, seeing as the source of the sound was an old man. “Those….markings! Those are the markings of an Airbender! You are the Avatar!” The old man said in shock. “I saw the flying bison and thought I was going insane, but now I see that I am not! Come with me, my village desperately needs your help!” You raised an eyebrow and looked back at Katara and Sokka. They looked just as confused as you. “Yes. I will gladly help you and your village.” You say sweetly, now following the man to his village.

A few buildings in the village were smashed and in ruins. The old man lead you to a building in the center of the village. “This young woman is the Avatar!” He said proudly, gesturing to you as you entered the building. “The rumors are true…” A middle-aged man said, causing murmurs among the people. Inside of the building, it seemed to house all the villagers, there weren’t that many, about 20 or 30 people. You suddenly got flustered by all the attention, light blush dusting your cheeks. Finally, you got enough courage to silence the murmurs.

“It’s nice to meet you all. So…how may I help you guys?” You smiled at them, but it soon fell because of the depressing atmosphere. “I’m not sure there is much you can do.” The middle-aged man spoke up. “Nonsense! She’s our only hope!” The elder jumped in. “For the last few days at sunset, a monster comes to our village and attacks us. He is the Hei Bai, the black and white spirit.” He explained with a worried look. Sokka raised an eyebrow at them suspiciously. “Why is it attacking you?” “We don’t know. But for the past three nights, it has taken one of our own. We are especially fearful because the Winter Solstice draws near.” The elder continued. “What happens then?” Katara questioned. “The spirit world and our world get a stronger bond. We fear it will become more powerful and kill us all.”

You were the bridge between those two worlds, so you had to do this. You didn’t really didn’t have a choice. You walked down the village, using the staff as a walking stick since you had a limp. Thanks to Zuko. Sokka was getting antsy, he wanted to get out there and help, you were injured and at to fight a spirit monster?! It was insane to him. “We can’t just cower in here while Y/N facing a fucking spirit monster thing!” He whispered shouted to Katara, who elbowed his side at such language. “If anyone can save us, it is her.” The old man spoke. Sokka crossed his arms glaring out the window.

You planted your staff down into the soft Earth. You really didn’t know how to do this. “Umm…The sun has set. Where are you, Hei Bai? Spirit?” You called and looked around. “Well, I hereby ask you to leave this village alone!” You yelled in a commanding tone. You were answered by a breeze of wind going through your face. “Okay then. I guess that’s that.” You smiled triumphantly and began to walk back to the building in the center of down.

A black monster came to view with a white underbelly, unknown to you though. The beast followed behind you as you walked back, until it let out an exhale, making your hair flow forward. You yelped in surprise before turning around and facing the creature. You smiled sweetly and looked up at it’s…eyes? You looked at where his eyes would be. “You must be Hei Bai! I’m the Avatar. I’m the bridge between the spirit and human world.” You said, but it just ignored you and turned to the right to smash a building. You flinched at hearing and seeing a small home being smashed. That was someone’s childhood home. You narrowed your eyes at the beast. “Hey! Listen to me! I’m trying to help you as the spirit bridge!” You barked, the beast turned around now, hitting you across to another house.

There was a crash when your body his the roof of the building. “That’s it. She needs help.” Sokka grumbled walking out. “Sokka no! Get back here!” Katara yelled worriedly, it wasn’t any use though. She started to follow but was held back by the middle-aged man, “It’s not safe.” He said softly, Katara reluctantly stayed put.

“Hey! Hei Bai! Over here!” Sokka yelled throwing his boomerang at the monster. It hit its head, which caused it to turn towards Sokka. You finally got up after groaning and looked at Sokka in shock. “Sokka go back!” “No Y/N! We can fight him together!” “I don’t want to fight him-” You started but was immediately interrupted by Hei Bai grabbing Sokka. He yelled in shock but the monster started to run away into the forest.

You got onto your gilder trying to follow him and the spirit. “Sokka?!” You called for him worriedly. “Y/N! Over here!” Sokka called back. You followed his voice until it disappeared. You landed back in the scar of the Earth. You gripped the glider until your knuckles turned white. You fall to your knees while tears started to roll down your cheeks.

“I failed.”

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hekatekun · 4 years ago

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do u mind saying why u dislike the original denkimystery? im interested in your ver too!

hmm well tldr: im just a hater

On a more serious note, I don’t really like paranormal activity. I think it’s a boring genre typically executed for shock value, only there to let things happen to characters, and I find if the plot seems to prioritize spooky shit over these new character dynamics, I’m gonna get bored pretty quickly. I like denki conceptually, though I’m not familiar with twin peaks or inugami - which from what I gather are the 2 biggest inspos, but I find its narrative insanely uninteresting. I’d still wanna see what happens ofc but denki to me is like “What if [character] saw a ghost and got scared?” and that‘s it. Also really dislike the “and they were 6 brothers separated at birth” schtick like I could just watch lindsay lohan play her own twin for that shit. But, again, denki isn’t bad I’m just very nitpicky.

If I were to draw blood from this stone, I would remove all supernatural elements and only make Ichimatsu and Todomatsu related (too lazy to look up their au names). The mystery creates a found family by accident, and given how they all seem to give Ichimatsu the most leeway in the show, it wouldn’t surprise me if they still found him oddly charming enough to wanna help. Also they’re just extremely bored villagers who wanna be nosy, let’s face it. Turn it into a House of Leaves by mzd situation (couldn’t recommend more but it’s not for the lighthearted whatsoever), where the real ghost haunting this house were the protagonists and the traumas they’ve stored in themselves across a lifetime of misfortune. Any supernatural elements are fictional, acting as distractions to their real world problems of midlife crises and failing relationships. Chasing ghosts under bedsheets to run from ghosts in their hearts, you know the drill.

Ichimatsu’s father disappears under mysterious circumstances in a deeply spiritual traditional village (presumably to do work as a historian), of course if the cops can’t figure it out, it must be a ghost! That’s what incredibly superstitious Ichimatsu would think, and what better way to avoid processing grief than to hunt some spirits? Better than a dude with a gun (or worse, leave it unsolved). As an only child with one parent, he’d follow in his footsteps, because he doesn’t really know what to do with himself besides what others might say (and the others do exactly as their fathers, too, no matter the au they depend on the will of another). Monkey see, monkey do - and cats too love joining in human activities to feel included. The mystery is ultimately a distraction.

If he were a historian in training in whatever metropolis, well, time to use this opportunity to sell everything here and move back to dad’s home village to investigate (hopefully his meager grad student funds can carry him through this gap year). “I’ve got nothing else better to do now that there’s nobody in this city I really care about.“ With the dad’s death, he’s contacted by his estranged brother who lived with their cafe-owner mom (they don’t all need a dayon dad sorry I hate that), who’s also passed away (a few years before the story), and Todomatsu decides to help Ichimatsu even though he thinks the ghost shit isn’t true whatsoever. But now they’re the only family they’ve got, and Todomatsu would take a weird brother over being alone again.

They both move into the dad’s old house (maintained all this time everytime he came back to do more field research) in Akatsuka and this becomes their base of operations (Todomatsu helps pay for shit by still running the cafe in the neighboring town). The others are quick to crash there on nights when they’re all dealing with the investigation (gossip. they are gossiping.), or just to drink and hangout. Jyushimatsu is presented as a bit of a villain, which I would wanna keep because it gives Ichimatsu someone with enough “spiritual cred” to investigate initially. But, well, turns out no this dude is just off his rocker, though maybe his kinda cultish family had silenced the professor? Let’s keep him around for now (aka another excuse to keep a friend and also this continues to go nowhere).

Denki to me can be about forging your own bonds and new families are made in the wake of loss. Denki can be about processing grief and that, yes, sometimes people really do die before their time, but life moves on even if it feels like it died with them.

#osomatsu san #ichimatsu #Anonymous #ask #le post #ig for me... not everything has to be fantastical. i would like a little reality #tho i do wanna see where denki goes no matter what #but i think they call that hate watching lol i dont pay much attention in actuality #tho i really would like to write this version it means a lot to me that 110 are v close in this au

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wincore · 5 years ago

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nct dream + fantasy creatures (halloween edition)

note: it is here at last im late but i wrote this in a span of a few hours because halloween is my favourite time of the year! happy spooks everyone !!

disclaimer: everything written here is a work of fiction and is not affiliated with any real person whatsoever. the myths have been slightly tweaked to fit the story therefore they might not align with traditional beliefs.

huli jing!renjun

you gaze in awe at kun’s words

‘really?’ you ask ‘those really exist?’

‘i don’t know about that, but don’t you go looking for them. they might not be kind.’

you nod your head vehemently

‘of course not.’

lessons are boring in the village but sitting in the garden with kun and hearing his stories always cheers you up

‘...well, if i were to find one, how would i know?’ you ask

there’s a pause before kun laughs

‘a fox’s tail is not so easily hidden’

you puff your cheeks

that doesn’t help

the breeze is light today, the trees in various warm shades and the frogs sing their lullabies

you could stay here on the soft grass forever if you could

it’s calm and perfect here

but then the bell chimes two and you’re off to class again

you breathe in

you’ve heard of the huli jing before but what you didn’t know is the possibility they might be real

you shudder

you’ve heard far more tales than kun has told you about the fox spirits and their gorgeous tails, all nine of them golden

you know how they pose as beautiful people to lure the villagers out and then rip out their hearts and livers and inhale their essence - their hunger insatiable

but kun says they might not all be bad, some swallow the essence from nature, some might even help people

not all of them are bad

you scoff

who would ever believe monsters could be kind?

the story kun told you was about the old man living by the forest

he said that the man once fell in love with a huli jing himself and was eventually betrayed

yet he still stays by the forest, praying for the safety of his long gone lover

you breathe out

you think you’ve had enough stories of these terrifying creatures

the breeze has turned cold, you notice, as you run back to class

the night is even colder

‘kun?’ you call

he should have come back an hour ago

you gulp when you stare at the path to the forest beyond the faded red gates of the shrine

you just need to get to the first clearing - that’s where the woodsman’s settlement is

but what you don’t expect

is to find your brother and the woodsman in arms, eyes trained on a figure sitting lazily atop the cottage roof

and then you see the tails

they’re not golden but they glow pure white, lush and grand

and although the boy they belong to is rather skinny, they give him a weighted look

you can’t hear them speak from behind the tree but they appear to be in disagreement

kun stands by, his face worried while the woodsman raises his axe

you don’t think you’re supposed to be seeing this

there’s a shout then a yell

then the fox is gone

you look around desperately - what if he’s near you, what if he attacks you?

but you see kun making his way towards the village and stumble into a bush to avoid them

you hold your breath till they pass you

you’ll follow them back at a distance - that’s it. you don’t want to get kun worried now

‘and why might you be here?’

you whip around to meet the boy with golden eyes

you let out a yelp, stumbling backwards only to trip over a shrub and onto the ground

he takes a step forward, crouching to meet your eyes

‘leave’

your heart is hammering but you can’t look away

he’s frowning but he looks absolutely ethereal - eyes, nose, lips and of course, his tails

‘i can feel your pulse, you know? i can lower it if you want’ he speaks softly

his voice is surprisingly civilized for a creature born of wild magic

‘i never ask them to be so fascinated with me’ he continues, his voice still low

you feel yourself drawing closer, your heartbeat no longer erratic

his tails are around you

and they’re as soft as they look, you find when one brushes your skin

‘you’re a pretty one’ he whispers

his mouth is near yours and you can feel him breathe you in as he keeps his arms on either side of you

‘but i don’t play games with prey’

angel of death!jeno

you focus on the horizon beyond the fields

it’s hard to see when the moonlight is the only guide, night curling around your shoulders

the fog is thick, almost as if it’s smoke

you take a sharp breath

then you fire the first arrow

there are no heroes or villains in war - only victors

you’ve seen far too many die here, innocent souls

but death does not care for that

the battle spills over - the cause forgotten

and yet, people die for it

death might not even be that bad. in fact, he’s pretty cute

your eyes meet blue in the midst of battle and you clench your jaw

you don’t think it’s time yet

contrary to what everyone believes, death is not clad in black but in white

his eyes are icy blue and he holds a bow that appears to be made of grey mist

and would you dare say he’s handsome?

only behind closed doors in hushed whispers, only to him

but then again, the angels of death look different to all

and to you, he’s an archer

the soldier beside you falls, an axe to his chest and a pale arrow marked above it

has he marked everyone today?

a white arrow flies past you, the sound leaving an echo in your ears

you turn to find the boy - the angel, messenger, whatever he is - standing by the rock jutting out of the ground

he lazily fires his arrows, all of them hitting their marks

his eyes are brighter at night

the sounds around you are discordant

a cleave swings over your head, undoubtedly hitting someone marked

you drop low, inevitably nearing the messenger

‘are we fighting alongside each other now?’ you joke, your eyes keeping track of movement around you

‘i’m only doing my job’ he says quietly

‘why is it that we always meet, jeno?’

you fire three arrows at a charging swordsman

‘you should tell me that’

you chuckle

‘i missed you, if that makes it any better’ you say

he laughs, the sound otherworldly

it’s quiet between the two of you as the night rages on

‘will you mark me today?’

he turns to you, no particular expression on his face

‘will you run again?’

‘i might unless you tempt me.’

he frowns

there’s a silence that makes you lose your words

his hands are red but none of the blood his and you almost get a glimpse of his sharp teeth and hollowed eyes

‘you can run but only for so long till my arrows find you’

he leans closer, his breath chilling over your mouth and eyes ever glowing

‘i will claim you.’

‘i know’ you whisper, finding your voice again

he pulls back smiling, his teeth sharp

‘i hope you remember me the day you do’ you say before he parts, a low hum tuning its way to you in response

the mist curls around his fingers, the fields almost barren now

you’ve flirted with death before - several times actually

perhaps it’s time you stop running from him

witch!haechan

this is not where you’re supposed to be

this is definitely not where you’re supposed to be

you were running from your friends trying to steal your candy but you might have ran a bit too far

you aren’t familiar with this part of the neighbourhood at all

you walk around aimlessly - how did you even get here?

the place has gone overboard with the halloween decorations - or perhaps no one’s home

the buildings are lifeless, some of the taller ones faded beyond repair

there’s something eerie about this place you can’t quite put your finger on

well till you run into a boy and make him drop all his books

‘ow...’

he glares at you

‘i’m sorry!’ you say, frantically picking his books up

he narrows his eyes at you as he stands up, as if he can’t quite figure you out

‘is that...blood?’

your eyes trail to your knees, strangely bloodied and bruised - perhaps you hit the ground too hard

but funnily enough, you didn’t feel any pain until now

‘come on, my house is down the corner. i’ll get you some bandages’ he offers

‘oh, thank you...but i should really be getting home...’

‘it’s okay. you can repay me with your candy.’ he grins, his smile boyish and oddly comforting

you raise an eyebrow

‘alright. you can’t have more than one, though.’

‘aren’t you a little too old to be trick-or-treating anyway?’

‘it’s a uni event. aren’t you a little too old to be mooching candy off someone?’

‘there’s no age limit for that’

you laugh as he takes the books from you, leading the way down

‘i’m haechan, by the way.’

‘i’m (name).’

as if the neighbourhood couldn’t get any creepier, the mist here seems to glow green and the fireflies twinkle with a certain malice to them

haechan’s apartment, however, seems to have skipped halloween altogether and jumped straight into christmas

the lights are bright and colourful, with an odd fancy mask hanging from the doorframe

when you give him a look, he pouts

‘i don’t like the dark.’

he seems to be living alone, apart from a small black cat which comes hurling at you the moment you enter

‘woah’ haechan yells, removing the cat from you ‘what did jeno feed you? how are you so heavy?’

you laugh as he puts the cat down, bitterness never so apparent in a cat

the next to greet you is a frog, plopping right on the table by which you’re sitting

you gasp at it’s sudden leap, placing a hand over your heart

‘why do you have a frog?!’

‘excuse me? that’s my dad.’ he calls from the washroom

you shake your head

‘i’m kidding’ he adds later, thoughtfully

your eyes inevitably stop over the wonderfully coloured jars

some seem to have trapped light, some various shades of dark liquids and some shine like molten precious stones

‘you have to pay to touch that.’

you turn around to find haechan with bandages and some antiseptic

‘what are these?’

haechan pauses

‘uhm...juice?’

you tap your foot impatiently

he sighs

‘okay you got me. that’s trapped starlight. had to travel a lot to find that one. oh, these eyeballs are just candy. i hope. aand that’s the crushed tooth of a kraken, that’s an angel’s elixir. ooh! this one’s fairy milkshake. i’ve got a lot of that, wanna try-’

‘what’

‘do you believe in all this?’ he asks

‘what does it matter if i do?’

he grins

‘what do you say about becoming a witch’s apprentice?’

‘are you kidding me right now?’

‘wait. let me care take of this first.’

he takes a colourless gel-like substance, rubbing it over your knee with two fingers

and after a few seconds, it’s like there was never even a wound

‘and now...’ he continues, fighting a smile

he proceeds to take a purple potion, pouring two drops over the floor

a black butterfly emerges, its wings burning as it flies up into its own oblivion

he looks up and finally smiles as if to say ‘see? i’m not lying. i’ve got more where that comes from.’

you stay quiet for a while, processing everything

‘why did you tell me this? aren’t you supposed to keep things like this a secret?’ you cross your arms

‘you look like someone who could stomach the extraordinary.’

he laughs

‘it’s okay if you don’t. i’ll make you forget all of this.’

you rapidly shake your head

‘i’ll be your apprentice!’

haechan tilts his head to the side

‘but don’t forget. everything comes at a cost’

you nod

it can’t be that bad

‘i’ll have to come here every night?’ you shudder

‘don’t worry’ he laughs ‘the ghouls and demons here are all afraid of me.’

you stare at him, petrified before he laughs at your face

‘really! you don’t have to worry about them.’

you shake your head, giving him another look

but you see it over and perhaps a little bit of adventure couldn’t hurt

you look at the boy beside you, his caramel skin and honey eyes hard to not stare at

you almost blush when he meets your eyes

you take the vintage feathered pen he offers, no doubt showing off his collection and sign the contract he presents you, your name glowing amethyst violet

and in your excitement you forget to check the contract, the binding contract

perhaps you will, after a few years

when you notice how everyone around you seems to grow old, never seems to keep up with your energy

when you see your friends get married and have children yet you can’t seem to bother

when your friends are all wrinkled yet you look just the way you did years ago

perhaps you’ll ask to see the contract and gasp

you should have been more observant

after all, in the end, there’s only the witch and his apprentice

elf!jaemin

you don’t think your pumpkin latte is supposed to glow this way

you look to the server and back to your drink

you don’t think he sees it

he smiles and walks away leaving you to your oddly gold pumpkin latte, reflecting the major part of the sunlight right onto your face

you crane your neck to catch a glimpse of the brewer

it’s difficult when his back is turned to you but he looks so familiar

you take a sharp breath when you see his face

jaemin never told you he worked here

you smile to yourself when he almost spills the coffee over

you’re always smiling when it comes to him

ever since you had seen him on campus, there’s been something about him that wouldn’t let your mind escape him

but it’s not just his face or his starry smile and kind manners or the pointed ears - there’s something about him, something secretive

you don’t believe in fairy tales but he just might be one

it was barely summer when he first talked to you

something about an assignment which you didn’t mind lending him

and you found he’s more than all the girls lining up to see him and the same shining smile he gives everyone

in his jokes, in his laugh and the way he speaks and the way he treats everyone

it’s been a while since you’ve had a friend like this

but today he doesn’t look your away, dark circles under his eyes and a drudging rate of work

you figure you should greet him after work, buy him another cup of his beloved coffee

you take the same subway ride home after all

‘(name)?’

jaemin looks surprised, a little starstruck maybe

he smiles

‘how did you know i work here?’

you giggle

‘well...i didn’t. till you made me a glowing drink.’

jaemin’s ears turn red

‘it was- it was glowing?’

‘yeah! it was all golden and glowy.’

‘uhh..’ his voice breaks and he clears his throat ‘it’s a new ingredient we’re testing!’

‘it tasted just fine though’ you assure him

he scratches the back of his head, smiling wide ‘thanks’

you hope you don’t make it awkward when you blush at the way he smiles at you, or when he holds your hand to keep you from getting lost in the crowds

‘really? jeno? don’t tell me you like him.’

jaemin rolls his eyes

your cheeks feel hot as you try to stammer out an explanation

‘i- i don’t like him. i just- i just thought he was sweet to me last saturday, that’s all.’

‘you went on a date without telling me?’ jaemin huffs

‘it- it wasn’t a date!’

‘whatever’ jaemin pouts ‘i can’t believe you like someone other than me.’

you laugh it off, his smile brighter than the stars as usual

it’s hard to not close your eyes too as he rests his head on your shoulder in the lone train compartment

it’s so peaceful like this

‘(name)? can i tell you something?’

you hum in response

‘never mind’ he says, sitting up straight

he looks at you for a long few seconds, enough to make you blush, before tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear

he stands up all of a sudden

‘wanna dance?’ he says with a grin

‘right here?’ you ask, incredulous

‘what? there’s no one here!’

you return his smile and take his hand as he pulls you up into his arms

there’s no music but you hear songs - humming full of melody and sweet words

he laughs when he sees you trying hard to not step on his feet or the focus on your face till it’s finally gone when you get the hang of it

it’s so peaceful like this

suddenly you don’t know where the train leads

jaemin still smiles

‘i like you, you know that?’ he whispers as he twirls you, hands back on your waist to hold you

the dancing never ends

‘i like you too’ you respond, not knowing why

you can smell the flowers growing around the benches, their vines curled around almost everything

you hear the bees buzzing, looking for nectar

there’s moonlight above you, the silver light making jaemin’s hair glow

he leans in, his lips just brushing yours

‘thank you’ he whispers ‘for being truly kind to me’

it’s almost dawn - you can hear the birds chirping and the moonlight wanes

it’s so peaceful like this

you think if it’s jaemin, forever isn’t so empty

you take a step off the train

and the rest is history

zombie!chenle

‘what the heck is going on?’

you eye donghyuck and renjun at each other’s throats on the floor

you tap your foot impatiently against the wood

‘(name)! renjun brought a zombie. get him out!’ donghyuck complains

you blink

‘he what’

‘well, what if he doesn’t want to go away?’ renjun retorts

you gesture for the both of them to stop talking when you feel a presence right behind you

you let out a sound of surprise, falling to the floor to find a boy staring down at you

a stitch runs right across his face, his skin paler than normal; his left eye is oddly translucent and his hair is a dim blonde, and overall he looks rather impish

yet he still looks like a boy nonetheless

he bends, squinting at you and you squeak, your shock getting the best of you

a moment later, the three of them burst into laughter

you frown at them

‘what’s so funny?’

you get up and face the boy

despite his ghoulish features, he still has flesh and he looks like a boy as ever

‘i’m chenle!’ he greets you with a grin ‘hyung brought me here. and... uh... i think i broke your coffee table, i’m really sorry about that’

his grin changes to an apologetic frown

you poke his cheek and pull back immediately, distracted

‘oh, your skin’s really soft.’

‘yeah, i used to take care of it a lot.’

there’s a pause

‘wait a minute, you did wha-’ you huff, ‘renjun aren’t you scared to death of ghosts?’

‘ghosts, not zombies’ he crosses his arms

‘ghost or zombie, he’s still annoying’ donghyuck grumbles

you sigh at the two of them

from the looks of it, however, they’ve already befriended the boy

when you turn around, you find chenle busy with the housecat, picking her up and scrutinising her

‘what are you doing?!’ you ask, panicking

‘well, it’s been a while since i’ve seen these’

he looks at you with a smile so adorable you lose track of your thoughts for a few moments

you cough, pretending your heart didn’t just stop

‘how long have you been dead?’

‘i don’t know. a while, i guess. ooh, do you have a piano? i’ve missed those!’

you shake your head ‘i don’t think we do.’

‘that’s okay’ he grins, eyes strangely sparkling ‘ooh, do you have a basketball court? or a car? or maybe a coffee shop nearby?’

‘there’s one down the block, i guess’ you tilt your head ‘you’ve really missed life, huh?’

before he can say anything, donghyuck calls from the other room ‘hey bighead! we’re going shoppi- er- to the playgrounds or something!’

chenle laughs, the sound piercingly loud but oddly cheerful

you smile without realizing

you never knew the dead could be so full of life

chenle then turns to you to answer ‘of course i missed this!’

you pinch the bridge of your nose but you continue smiling

there’s something infectious about him...and it’s not the zombie part

then again, your house isn’t exactly a stranger to oddities

‘come with us!’ chenle says, grabbing your attention

‘okay’ you agree

you get back to the living room to get your coat, to find renjun lying on the sofa

you need to know this

you turn to him, narrowing your eyes

‘where in hell did you even get a zombie?’

renjun scratches his head

‘you know that old guy in the robes by the graveyard? the one who carries a staff around like he’s about to summon the dead? well, he actually did that.’

‘renjun, we live in the underworld.’

‘oh, right.’

ghost!jisung

‘please just let me haunt you’

‘no’

‘...okay’

you shake your head and groan

‘jisung! see? this is why you never get anything done? ghosts aren’t supposed to be polite’

the boy in front of you scratches his head, his skin translucent and eyes cast down guiltily

‘okay try your puppy form’ you say

‘that’s not a puppy’ he begins but tones down at your stare

he sighs

the big black dog stares back at you, fur curling into mist and eyes glowing red

he growls quietly before it eventually turns into a snarl, his teeth lethal

you yawn

the dog collapses into mist to reveal jisung once more, a rather pouty expression on his face

‘nothing scares you. that’s why this doesn’t work!’

‘you’re just too cute, jisung’ you frown

he blushes, a strange colour on pale skin

‘but i’m supposed to haunt the town. only the old ladies are scared of me. and i feel bad about that.’

you laugh

jisung might just be the cutest ghost out there

‘i’m thinking...maybe haunting isn’t my thing.’

‘but you’re a ghost! why else would you be a ghost?’

he places his hand on his chin, concentrating on his thoughts

‘i can’t remember anything about who i was. maybe i’m not vengeful’

‘it took you all that thinking to realize th- actually, never mind. maybe you’re meant to enjoy things life has to offer...after death.’

‘honestly, that sounds like a... total killjoy.’

you stare blankly at him

‘sorry, i ran out of jokes.’

you laugh at his awkward smile, patting him on his head like you do

‘well, what are you supposed to do?’ he asks

‘i don’t know. i just talk to ghosts i guess.’

jisung shrugs, sinking further onto the grass

it’s a beautiful night tonight - every night has been sweet to you and jisung since you first met

this town is no stranger to ghosts and poltergeists

of course, no one but you realizes that

some of the ghosts, you make a friend out of, some, you’d rather avoid

and there’s jisung

you didn’t know what to expect when the ghost of a giant black dog suddenly transformed into a sleeping boy

you aren’t even sure what he is, but life’s been better with him around

he accompanies you to school, listens to you throughout the lunch break, makes snarky comments during class (that you’d rather not have) and tells you all the places to find the prettiest mushrooms

it’s the first time you’ve seen a spirit so attentive

usually they just lament over their lost life, thank you for listening and go back to haunting or whatever engages them till they can finally be at peace

jisung is...a little different

for starters, you can actually touch him without diving too deep into the realm of the dead

it’s like half of him is still alive

but the mist grows strong around him

‘how’d you learn to talk to ghosts?’ jisung asks, quietly

‘well, i almost died. then i realized i can exist in both the realms.’

‘that sounds...awful.’

you laugh

‘it’s not that bad. i found you.’

jisung blushes again, you don’t know how. does he even have blood?

‘hey, what do you think happens after you’re done being a ghost?’ you ask

jisung stops glaring at the frog near the creek to meet your eyes

‘are you trying to scare me?’

you laugh

‘just thinking.’

‘i like it here’ he says ‘i like everything even if i feel less than i used to.’

‘that’s good to know.’

jisung laughs, the sound boyish and full of a certain joy you can’t put together

it should be this way

two best friends enjoying their time in a town that never lives

finding new adventures every day

listening to new songs and dancing to the wind

getting on doyoung’s nerves together (but doyoung, of course, thinks it’s just you)

confusing jeno at the flower shop or hitting renjun with harmless little stones when he’s not looking

you trying to scare jisung (which is almost always a success when it comes to cockroaches)

jisung always putting a smile on your face with how awkwardly he scratches his head and looks away when you compliment him

it’s as close to a friendship as you can get

but you know the truth

you remember that day everything changed

you remember the boy and his pet dog sailing with you, playing around the docks

you remember the storm and how you almost died

you remember letting the rope go and watching the boy sink to the abyss

you remember despair

you remember feeling numb the week after and more

it’s as clear as day

you look at jisung, his eyes closed and his figure resting on the warm grass

this is your repentance

#i tried making them a little spooky but i was just trying to enjoy different concepts aha #nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #renjun scenarios #jeno scenarios #haehan scenarios #jaemin scenarios #chenle scenarios #jisung scenarios #nct au #nct dream au #nct dream imagines #nct imagines #nct dream fluff #bulleted #OKAY so some of them sound a lil angsty but thats just the way it is goo dnight #can you tell my fav concept was renjuns :)#moonwrites

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mothmansrevolt · 4 years ago

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some doodles i did for my loz story (thats in the works, everything is planned i just gotta sit down and write. Below the cut is some of my jabbering on about them, spoilers if i ever write the fic. well not really spoilers but more background stuff and me talking bout the story in general. Not that important i just wanted it all somewhere.

Second pic is older! Mist fairies are actually fog fairies, specific to the foglands. They are savage to all those without a magic signature similar to foglanders and have teleportation abilities when in large groups. That is all i will say. Soruspiris are containers for souls. regular fairy looks fluffy and i don't know why... Zelda's doodle was just here because i wanted to draw her. She's a fallen angel I guess. IDK Link actually can hide a lot of spiris on him as well, especially in his hat. Alright, Iarta is the spirit of the Soul's Bane Blade (or Soul Stealer), or Link's main weapon. She has acted as a sort of caretaker and teacher besides Link's grandmother, who often travelled herself. Honestly I just wanted to draw Iarta and baby Link. This is in no means her final design. I've been struggling with what she looks like (and the other sword spirits for that matter), most of them look similar, specifically her, the Statue's End, and the Twin Blades. I thought she'd have a few different forms as she does mainly fight for Link in a physical sense but IDK. As for the embroidery on the cloak and sash, Link does hand embroidery, specifically small runes to add minimal enchantment to clothing for protection and other such things. Verin's sash has ones for I think it was protection and good luck? Link's are mainly weather protection and elemental protection as well as to prevent fog fairies from ripping it to shreds. Ganon is making an appearance because of another drawing I was doing and was trying to remember what he looked like (spoiler I still didn't know and just pulled up a pic. he's the most inconsistent looking character I'm so sorry. I'm trying to figure it out along with Zelda who is basically consistently changing appearances in the story anyway). His scar on his face would technically be from before the story occurred, since he's a trained fighter more than anything. Also in an older pic, the first one i posted of him, I'd like to note that those swords (i see now that they are sickles, im so sorry) are not his main ones. Spoiler but they break. He's supposed to weild the twin blades, not those. That picture is a goddamned mess cause he has the goddess's scars (don't question the name its what my notes say) and swords that are broken at that point. As well, he wouldn't be in the gerudo desert? So yeah. A mess. Alright, Koddila! My favorite bird mom! She's here because I need practice drawing ritos. Yeah i stuck with the botw esque design concept cause they're my favorite overall though I deviated from the consistent fashion in which rito dress in that game (i sat in that village and fucking studied those clothes. no joke). She's notably a warrior though so she has the shoulder thingies. Verin, the zora father Link did not want, probably did not need, but still got, is honestly here because I have never drawn a zora before and will never try again. He's supposed to be scarred and battle worn, having lived a tired life or something. He just wants Link to stop doing stupid stuff and almost getting himself killed, weird foglander magic be damned. Sorry for rambling. The story's outline is being edited right now. Specifically, i've summarized every chapter im going to write and am adding and taking details right now. My friend told me i could've made it multiple books if i wanted to explore more of the world, but at that point I made the story on a time crunch and I'm sad I did so. Souls of Power was originally designed as if I were concepting and creating a world for a video game, a map and everything. Hell, I'd even jokingly written out whistle mechanics for calling Spiris and directing them. The world has so much more in it that I'd be writing, from hidden places to cucco racing to the entirety of the damned foglands that Link barely explores. I'm trying to add more of the world into it, but we'll see what I can. I just know that Link's arc got really... well sad. I had to make it different because Link's ending wouldn't be that good at all. So when I publish it, just know Link wasn’t going to have a fun time, but he’s going to get a good ending

#rambling #legend of zelda #loz souls of power #doodles #honestly this is just me talking a bunch #Link couldve been a villian btw #or turned into one #it wouldve been way to sad #so i scrapped that #how hes just generally sad #and ganon is a bit less powerful cause that was an issue with him #both ganon and link that is #link is gonna have severe trust issues by the end of this #i can feel it #but also so many parents #no joke #verin basiclaly adopts him #and everyone knows it #koddila will fight for custody

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skyystars · 5 years ago

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oc info about all my ethermourne stuff below the cut, if anyones interested! it is. a lot.

edit: after writing this what the fuck thats so much- if you have any questions about them please dont hesitate to ask but i would not blame you if you took one look at this post and ran HSJDFH there’s like 35 listed and thats still not all of them. zoinks

ethermourne is your typical dnd esque world. theres two kinds of people in the world, commonfolk and enchanted, and enchanted are people that can use various forms of magic. in the current story, a secret underground rebellion is going on against the kingdom, in order to free enchanted and bring justice to the world. theres a million and one characters here so bear w me. all characters belonging to my friends are marked with a *

on the black rock pirate ship,

captain shining - a fierce and protective leader. human. she’d do anything for her crew. commonfolk. damn near unstoppable with a sword. lifelong partner to orion ethermourne

johnathan bramwell - the first mate. human. quiet and reserved but goofy when he opens up. storm mage. lover of the sky- hates being in crowded areas on land. intelligent, loves to read and write letters. eventual boyfriend to nordwood thatch

aspen* (no lastname i dont think?) - boatswain. human. somber and stoic, a bit detached. big on family. half blind. ice mage. acts as a father figure to delphi

calvin - carpenter. old soul. human. does a lot of the heavy lifting for the ship. excellent storyteller. fire mage. usually brings some sort of wisdom or moral to someone on the ship.

nellie - cooper. human. misses her family, but has a heart of gold for the ship. scottish- often times hard to understand. ability to turn invisible. has a crush on tobi

galen* - doctor. timid and polite. wants to help people, will sacrifice his own health and safety to look after someone else. human(?). necromancer. arrived on the ship with enmea and quickly became like a brother to kaido

delphi - gunner. a young girl, easily excitable and a bit of a romantic. human. looks out for the people her age on the ship, acts sisterly to them. able to read a few moments into the future.

kaido - navigator. young, free spirited, reckless. human. flight and telekinesis. eager to fight or find adventure. causes trouble. protects enmea like a younger sister, and is looked after by galen, who he eventually accepts as an older brother.

enmea* - powder monkey. goblin, steals and bargains with the crew for fun but never means any real harm. witty and sarcastic. illusion and misdirection magic. especially loves to bother bramwell and nordwood with her antics.

faine* - cook. satyr. loves to be the life of a party. has lived many years and mostly achieved peace but like, loves to dick around. plantaemancer. has a big crush on aspen.

nordwood percival thatch* - bard. half sun elf. cocky, expensive tastes, confidence, and flirty. magic can summon figures of light/magic to do his bidding/can impact emotions of people in vicinity. hopelessly in love with bramwell.

on land,

artemis ethermourne - the king of the empire. sun elf. main antagonist. commonfolk. younger brother of orion and husband to rietta

orion ethermourne - original leader of the rebellion. sun elf. warlock (jack of all trades), considered one of the most powerful of his time. was publicly executed by his brother when caught. left apprentice muriel in charge. partner of shining.

muriel becker* (murr) - aasimar enchanted. missing his halo due to an incident he doesnt mention. wants to become skilled in magic and art. raven symbolism- along with having his own companion raven, keeha. very tired and stressed. secretly dating amaris.

amaris hayles* (mars) - hunter/scout, commonfolk. drow/moon elf. dry humor, but a lot goes over his head. responsible and caring, looks out for much of the rebellion. doesnt talk much. dating muriel.

chevel troubleice - inventor, commonfolk. human. low self esteem but he’s Trying. interested in alchemy and learns more about magic through his teacher, murr.

evercon archer - enchanted rebel scout. wood elf. air magic. considers himself a loner. nomadic, feigns a know-it-all attitude. doesnt like cities. under technical responsibility of amaris. eventually falls for woodrow.

tuka archer - enchanted rebel worker. wood elf. fire mage. responsible for helping safe travel for other through the woods. fur trader. big social personality, loves people and doesnt care too much what anyone thinks of him. brother to evercon and eventual lover to phinehas.

phinehas* - aasimar. i assume hes enchanted but now im actually not... sure....???? omg. anyway he’s soft, kindhearted and a poet. loves to write and is into theater. level headed for the most part. in love with tuka, ex of murr but on good terms!! theyre still friends

woodrow jace andes* - enchanted tiefling bard. extremely sad but makes jokes to cope. sad jokes. the kind that make everyone else uncomfortable. necromancer. lives in a fucking dragon skeleton which is kind of badass. is embarrassingly soft for evercon.

vaughn hayles* - moon elf. idk if he’s enchanted or nah. protector, guardian, soft spoken. looks after a village, family means a lot to him (despite being unmarried). amaris’ dad.

elena bramwell - human, commonfolk, deceased. was small and determined. bram remembers her fondly, and recalls that she enjoyed music and dance, as well as having a talent for making flowercrowns and storytelling. bramwell’s mother.

tobi* - tavernkeep. commonfolk. he is liddol and irish and knows how to play the banjo. has a massive crush on nellie. i love him dearly

on the sundancer pirate ship,

captain sylvan skybridge - enchanted human. light magic. is very tired but patient with his crew. false confidence has kept him going for almost a decade and hes not stopping now. only slightly concerned about... everyone on his ship

paige* - first mate. commonfolk witch, able to just barely cast spells and enchant objects. jack-of-all-trades, cunning, and incredibly clever at problem solving. mothers the crew if anyones in need. has a crush on michael.

michael grey* - doctor. commonfolk? enchanted? we just don’t know. a little disillusioned with reality. can see ghosts and has a small gang that follows him everywhere. sylvan and paige are the only crew members hes vaguely familiar with. has a crush on paige. **note: michael has 4 ghosts that follow him but im not listing them here just yet hh

ashton everett* - gunner. commonfolk human. fearless, exhausted of the shenanigans, genuinely just looking for a hot siren girlfriend and dismantling the monarchy.

oscar* - boatswain. chaotic, will start a fight- but hes pretty terrible at getting himself out of trouble. needs tucked in at night. inseparable from lew.

lew* - boatswain. calm, collected, used to oscar’s antics. helps take care of the ship, has a turtle.

rhubarb* - cook. human enchanted. plant powers. just trying to get along with everybody. don’t insult his cooking he’s trying his hardest. probably the oldest on the ship.

waverly* - enchanted human. like a bird selkie, can turn into a raven. spends a lot of her time this way. escaped from a traveling circus and joined the crew to help free others like her.

cloud* - siren. tried to bring down the sundancers crew to prove herself, failed miserably and ended up liking them all. flirts relentlessly but is god awful at it.

additional notes:

-some of them exist in a modern au, mainly involving bram/nord/mars/murr as a ghost hunting gang who always finds themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. bram and mars form a brotherly bond over time. in modern au elena is discovered to be alive. vaughn winds up falling in love with her (it is very cute).

-i often draw sylvan and captain ryan of the silent requiem. this pirate ship belongs to my friend sept and is placed in her own world, so none of that crew is mine ;w; most of their shenanigans are in a crossover state where a very sylvan begs ryan to teach him what to do as a captain, and ryan looks after him like a son (though he’d fucken deny it). young syl is far too curious for his own good and gets into trouble a lot. sorry dad

creds: galen, aspen, enmea, faine, nord, murr, mars, tobi, phinehas, woodrow, vaughn, and paige are all characters that belong to my friend bee. michael grey belongs to my friend jake. ashton belongs to my friend rueben. oscar and lew belong to my friend kenzie. rhubarb belongs to my friend pasta. waverly belongs to my friend cal. cloud belongs to my friend sara.

#ethermourne #blackrock pirates #sundancer #jesus christ thats a lot

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spiteweaver · 7 years ago

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It wasn’t unusual for Clan Feldspar to see an influx of new residents in the spring. The caravans were becoming active again after several eons of winter, and it was a good time for nesting, as any hatchlings born would be fledged by the end of summer. Even with the reversal of Sornieth’s weather patterns, or perhaps because of it, the southern Sunbeam Ruins remained a safe, comfortable place for dragons from all walks to perch.

Calcifer was just one of many to have made the move. His homeland, the Ashfall Waste, was in turmoil, and he had never been the sort to involve himself in political affairs (though if you pressed him, he would throw his lot in with Por). So, seeking quieter quarters, he had traveled north to inspect the lands beyond his Flight.

The Shifting Expanse had left him rattled to his bones. There was too much errant electricity in the air, and it didn’t agree with him in the slightest. He was not yet ancient, but he was by no means young, so keeping up with the fast pace Lightning dragons set was a tall order.

For a while, he had lazed about on the Water border, but his natural affinity had eventually driven him inland. Although the shores of the Sea of a Thousand Currents were breathtaking, and the villages along them often provided exactly the relaxed atmosphere he sought, he simply couldn’t stand being near so much water for very long.

Feldspar was to be the final stop on his journey. Its people were friendly, its location was convenient, and it had plenty of vacant land tucked away in isolated corners. He toured a dozen or more of these plots, and fell in love with a small patch of woodland far enough from the capital to be cozy, but close enough for him to come into town whenever he pleased.

It was perfect for an old hearth witch like him.

So it was that on the fine afternoon the day after his arrival in-territory, Calcifer could be found speaking candidly with Dreamweaver and Banrai in the town square. He was taken with the pair, thinking them almost impossibly polite and hospitable; they were equally as taken with him, if their eagerness to keep up the conversation was any indication.

“Now there’s a sight,” Seaglass commented from afar.

“Hmm? What?” Atsushi glanced up from his book and around the square. “Are you ogling Hart again? I would’ve thought he would be in Aphaster, with all that’s been going on of late.”

Seaglass snorted. “It’s not Hart,” he said, “though I wish it was, now you mention ‘im. No, look, it’s Dreamweaver; they’ve really hit it off with that new fella. He must be a saint.”

“That is unusual,” Atsushi agreed. “I wish they’d talk to me like that...”

“Well ya did almost destabilize their clan,” Seaglass reminded.

Atsushi groaned and buried his nose in his book again. “Don’t go letting the fresh meat hear you say that,” he grumbled. “I’d like a chance at making a good first impression for once.”

“Does Carnelian need to be worried?”

“You’ll need to be worried if you don’t watch yourself.”

Calcifer did not catch the finer details of their back-and-forth, but he noticed their eyes on him. He noticed quite a lot of eyes on him, in fact. All over the square, faces were turning toward him, bright with curiosity. “Feldspars love a newcomer,” Dreamweaver said when they caught him staring. “Don’t worry; I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”

“It’s all just a bit overwhelming,” Calcifer confessed with a weak smile. “I feel like I’m on display...”

“Well, there are plenty of singles here who’d say you are!” Banrai joked.

“Oh, they wouldn’t want a geezer like me,” Calcifer said. “All these pretty young things--they could do much better. I’d bore them with my crocheting.” Even so, his gaze wandered again, and a slight warmth rose in his cheeks. “It is nice to be appreciated, though.”

“Try your luck,” Banrai pressed. “You’ll find more than one dragon here who’d appreciate a drake who can crochet!”

“Have you been mated before, Calcifer?” Dreamweaver asked.

“Once or twice,” Calcifer replied, “though never for very long, and I’ve no children to show for it. I did what I felt was expected of me, but I was young, so I hadn’t yet grown much of an appreciation for love.”

“Just steer clear of Beleth,” Banrai suggested.

“Why? Is he a widower?”

“Nothing quite so drastic.” Dreamweaver crinkled their nose, searching for the right words. It was difficult to describe someone like Beleth without coming across as a bit mean-spirited. “He’s not a bad drake,” they said at length, “but he really has no shame. A gentledrake like you would be better suited to someone with a bit more, er, tact.”

Just then, a shot rang out through the square. Banrai forced Dreamweaver behind him, and Calcifer, being the largest of the three, placed himself in front of the founders, his wings flaring wide. Across the plaza, Seaglass and Atsushi ducked, magic already swirling at their fingertips.

“Hell’s bells,” Seaglass exclaimed, “it’s Branwen again!”

“What’s he gone off about this time?” Banrai called.

“Couldn’t say! Some poor bloke probably touched a nerve!”

“Is this a regular occurrence?” Calcifer asked.

“More than we’d like for it to be,” Dreamweaver muttered. They nudged past their husband and Calcifer, rolling up their sleeves as they went. “He’s a fire witch,” they explained, “so he has a nasty temper. I’m sorry about this, Calcifer. I’d hoped we might get through one day without an incident.”

“It’s fine,” Calcifer said. “Let me come with you. I’m a hearth witch, so I’ve had my fair share of experience with fire witches.”

“I couldn’t let you--”

“I’ve already made up my mind.”

They did not get very far, however, before Branwen arrived on the scene, dragging a stranger behind him. Judging by his dress, Branwen’s latest victim was from one of the Dragonhome caravans. What he had done or said to earn the fire witch’s ire, they could only begin to imagine.

“This ought to be good,” Atsushi sneered.

“Oh dear,” said Dreamweaver, “he’s really gone and lost his temper this time. I’m not sure if we’ll be able to get through to him.”

“We’ll think of something,” Banrai replied.

It seemed that Calcifer already had, as when they looked up from their deliberation, he had left their side and strode boldly forward to meet Branwen in the center of the square. Dreamweaver moved to follow in a panic, but Banrai held them back.

“You must be Branwen,” Calcifer said, “and you seem troubled. Maybe I can help.”

“Get this lunatic off of me!” the stranger cried. Branwen’s grip on his shirt collar tightened, turning his knuckles white. “He just--he just came at me and started screechin’ his head off!”

“He’s...” Branwen grit his teeth. Calcifer could see him fighting against the urge to act, and took another tentative step forward. “He’s awful!” Branwen shouted. “He’s a monster! I had to do something! I had to--if I hadn’t, he would’ve--”

“Ok,” Calcifer said, “ok, so he’s done something wrong. Tell me what happened.”

“I’m trying!”

A burst of flames engulfed Calcifer, and Seaglass surged forward, drawing water from the fountain to quench Branwen’s magic. A sudden swell of panic arose in the square. Dreamweaver ripped free of their mate’s grasp, and the light of their Patron flared to life in their palms.

Calcifer, now drenched, shook himself. Both he and his clothing appeared unscathed. “You know,” he said, wringing water out of his hair, “if I’d been anyone else, that might’ve killed me. You should be more careful.”

“Thank goodness,” Dreamweaver panted as they reached him, “oh, I thought--I thought for sure you’d--”

“I told you,” Calcifer said, flashing them a lopsided smile, “I’ve had my fair share of experience with fire witches. Thanks for the assist, uh--”

“Seaglass,” Seaglass supplied, and gave Calcifer a quick once-over while Dreamweaver fussed with his nonexistent injuries. “Cor, not a burn on ya. You’re made of solid rock, you are.”

“It’s a good thing my clothes are as enchanted as I am.”

“Branwen,” Dreamweaver started, but held their tongue when they noted the horrified expression on Branwen’s face. He dropped the stranger, who was quick to put some distance between them, and pressed both hands over his mouth. “Well,” Dreamweaver said, “I suppose that was an accident then. However, Calcifer is right; a witch of your ability can’t afford to lose their head.”

Just as soon as it had come, Branwen’s embarrassment melted into a fresh wave of anger. He pointed a trembling finger at the stranger, his cheeks still deeply flushed. “He’s a slaver,” he informed tersely. “He snuck in with the caravan. I caught him badgering Asura. He’s lucky Haematica wasn’t here; she would’ve done worse. I just singed him a little.”

“A slaver?” Dreamweaver placed a hand over their heart. “How on earth...?”

“Deal with him,” Branwen spat. Then he turned on his heel and stormed out of the square.

“Seaglass,” Dreamweaver said, “would you be so kind as to fetch Solaire? I’ll see that our ‘guest’ doesn’t wander off. Gracious, what a mess; a slaver, in Feldspar lands. It’ll be the death of me.”

“Where do you think you’re going?” Banrai asked. Calcifer paused mid-step, his shoulders hunching reflexively. Banrai drew up alongside him; his expression was stern, but still somehow comforting. “That was awfully reckless,” he said. “I’m not usually the one who gives the lectures, but you really should have let us handle matters.”

“No, I--I understand,” Calcifer assured, “I just felt--I felt bad for him. He was so upset; I couldn’t stand seeing someone hurting like he was. I could tell that he was trying to keep a level head, but he couldn’t manage it, and I thought I might be able to talk him down.”

Banrai sighed, but gave no further admonishment. “You did better than most,” he conceded. “Truthfully, that went about as well as it could have. I think even I would have had a hard time withstanding a focused blast like that, and it wasn’t likely that we were going to be able to get through to him.” He looked in the direction Branwen had gone, his gaze thoughtful. “You want to go after him, don’t you?”

“I feel like I may have overstepped my bounds,” Calcifer mumbled sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to embarrass him, and I get the sense he’s not the sort of drake I want to get off on the wrong foot with.”

“Go on then,” Banrai said. “Dreamy and I will take care of things here.”

“Tread lightly,” Seaglass warned as he passed with Atsushi. “It doesn’t take a slaver to get him riled.”

“I’ll...” Calcifer touched a hand to his chest. His shirt was still warm from the intensity of Branwen’s magic. Rather than worrying him, as he knew it should have, he felt oddly soothed by the gentle heat. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

#flight rising #fr #zach writes #clan feldspar #feldspar lore #c: calcifer #c: branwen

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ass--ass--ins · 7 years ago

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Just For Now ーAssassin's Creed 3ー

☹Introductory Chapter☹

“I’m only going to say this once, and once only, so listen well. You weren’t just my star, Ratonhnhaké:ton, you were my whole damn sky. You pushed me away when I needed you the most.” He tried to stop me but I pushed him away. “Enjoy working on your own. I grabbed the reins to the horse, and walked away, tears brimming my waterline.

Grace Lee is daughter of Templar, Charles Lee. She knows all the Templars and what it is they want. At the age of 5, she witnessed her father and the other Templars assault a boy her age. And some great turn lead to a sparking romance.

Word Count: 6, 745 words

"Papa, what are we doing?" My loud, 5 year old voice echoed through the empty forest. Of course, he ignored me. “Papa?” Mister William grabbed a boy from a stack of leaves and twigs. Papa held him by the neck up against the tree. No matter how much I tried to stop him, Mister Thomas held me back with his heavy musket. "Let me go!" I tried to move the heavy musket away from me but I was too weak.

The young boy was weezing loudly. Seeing my father do that to an innocent child, I knew I wasn't going to see him as an idol anymore, but as a monster.

Mister William hit the child with the butt of his musket before I could get passed Mister Thomas'.

"Let's go, now." Papa picked me up, placed me on the horse and galloped away, leaving the boy to wake confused.

The next stop was most likely the boy's village. My father told me to stay put. But, before I knew it, I started to feel warm. Behind me, a fire began to spread and my panicked mind sprites off after my father walked out. I went to find the boy, and when I did find him, I tried to wake him. "Please wake up! You probably don't understand me! But please, wake up!" I lightly hit him and he jolted awake. "My father and his allies burned your village. I'm so sorry." I cried into the palms of my hands. But my tears couldn't save anyone, not unless they made up a river. He tried to run as fast as he could to his village. I saw the damage my father had done. Long houses and people were burning. I stood back, watching the red and orange flames take over the village. I saw a male dray the boy out of a long house, screaming something with a shaky voice. I never did widely expect them to accept me with open arms. But, I guess I was wrong. They forgave me forgave me for my fathers actions. Surprising, I know, but they did. The Clan Mother spoke with me and said that I was welcome in their lives. I thanked her about a million times a dozen.

✌︎

Nine years ago, I was accepted. I was home. Not in England, but in Kanatahséton. I was educated on the language, history, architecture, and more. I guess you could say I was close to Ratonhnhaké:ton. I know he has a certain detest with my father after what he did. I understand why, because I feel the same way. I was sitting outside the walls, waiting for Ratonhnhaké:ton and Kanen'tó:son to return. When they did return, they had all kinds of skins and feathers.

"Wow. You managed to get eagle feathers? You both are amazing." I gave a light chuckle. Ratonhnhaké:ton smiled at me, and walked off, with Kanen'tó:kon and myself in the following.

Once everything was prepared, The Clan Mother called both Ratonhnhaké:ton and I into the long house. We sat near the fire, and Ratonhnhaké:ton was sitting extremely close to me, making me sit up straight.

"I know you wonder why it is we do not wander from these woods. Why is is we do not join the other Kanien'kehá:ka in war. Tonight, you will have your answers. Our village sit on sacred ground. And it is our duty - above all other things - to keep it hidden from the world."

"Even if it means allowing our enemies to gain strength?"

"It is a difficult position for us. We are caught between the need to act and the knowledge that doing so endangers us." The Clan Mother used her staff to stand from the ground.

"What is so important that you would see us imprisoned by ourselves?" The Clan Mother opened a wooden box, and pulled out something almost invisible, "What is it?" Ratonhnhaké:ton and I placed our hands on it.

"A door." Everything disappeared and went bright. Soon, a woman appeared in front of us. I couldn't move, so I only stared.

"Greetings guardians."

"Are you...a spirit?" The woman's body was slender and almost transparent, her head had a veil on it, her hair was straight and sprawled out on her shoulders.

"You may think of me as such." She looked at us, directly

"Where are we?" Ratonhnhaké:ton asked.

"You are where you were before. If you mean to ask what it is you now see - it is known as the Nexus. From here, probabilities are calculated so that the proper path may be chosen." Path? What does she mean path?

"What path?" We both asked.

"Yours." We were engulfed in a light and before I could think, I was running. "Follow me."

"What have you done to us?" Ratonhnhaké:ton asked. "Where's Grace?"

"Don't worry, Ratonhnhaké:ton, I'm on the ground."

"Selected a form familiar to your culture. It is designed to ease navigation." It's not so easy for me, as I was a black panther. "We have waited millennia for your arrival. You - who will bring to him the last piece. That he may open the door."

"I do not understand."

"Nor need you. I sense my words cause pain...But such was not my intention. You are both important, children. In more ways than you will ever know. As we speak, forces gather in secret, preparing to seize control of the land. If they succeed, the sanctuary will be breached." The world slowed down at each images we saw. I think I even saw my father in one. "Yours is a special lineage. Past. Present. Future. Many are connected to you. Many who have changed the world. Who will change the world. So too, shall you. I have called you here that you might know your duty. You must protect the sanctuary from those who would undo our work." The scenery changed in a heartbeat.

"What sanctuary? What work?" We were at a giant tree and I ended up having to jump the large gap, which I gratefully made.

"Maintaining your current course will result in a negative outcome. Premature access will destabilize the region. Your village and its people will be destroyed." I jumped root to root, trying to keep up with the two.

"What am I to do?"

"You will learn of a man who will provide additional training. Seek this symbol." A strange symbol appeared out of nowhere. "No doubt you have many questions. Time will see them answered. For now, you must follow. Leading is for later." The sequence ended with us once again being surrounded in light.

The next moment, I'm laying on top of Ratonhnhaké:ton. As much as my heart told me not to move, my mind told me differently. A few minutes after I moved, he awoke and began to draw the symbol we saw in the dirt.

"Where, Ratonhnhaké:ton? Where did you see that symbol?" The Clan Mother walked toward us, a pair of cots under her arm.

"The spirit showed it to us. She said we would meet a man who would show us the way forward." "Hmm.” The Clan Mother sat in-between of Ratonhnhaké:ton and myself.

“The men from beyond the valley will return here. I’ve known it for a long time know. And so have you, even if you choose to ignore it.” The Clan Mother nodded to the words he said.

“We are sworn to protect this place...But you are right as well. The world is changing, and we cannot hide forever.”

“I will not sit here and wait for our end.”

“Then I release you both. You may leave.” I looked at Ratonhnhaké:ton, filled with disbelief.

“Why have you changed your mind?”

“Because I cannot change yours.” I stood up and wiped the dirt from my pants. I was ready to leave, but I wasn’t sure if Ratonhnhaké:ton was. Did he have to say goodbye to anyone? Kanen’tó:kon might not know where we are but I’m sure the Clan Mother will tell them all. “Take this…” The Clan Mother gave Ratonhnhaké:ton and I the cots. “You will find what you seek in a place to the east. It was there I saw the symbol. It was borne by a man who will surely help you, as he once helped your mother.”

“Thank you.” The two stood up.

“Yours is a noble heart. But, I fear you expect too much. Go. Seek your symbol. Find your way.” I exchanged smiles with her. Ratonhnhaké:ton and I started to walk towards the far frontier.

✌︎

Ratonhnhaké:ton and I were climbing, jumping, and running. All the normal things, to get our destination. We ran into many different animals. Bears, leopards, foxes, and more. It was amazing. I remember having a dog and cat when I was younger but my father wasn’t a huge fan of animals. Ratonhnhaké:ton and I were halfway to the destination, when a man shouted, “GET OUT OF THE WAY!!” The scare made both Ratonhnhaké:ton and I run different directions.

“After ‘im.” Two men went running after him. The atmosphere around the two of us got a little more awkward.

The homestead Ratonhnhaké:ton and I approached was made out of brick and was adorned with wooden pillars. It seemed like the perfect getaway. It had a stable with three horses residing in it. Ratonhnhaké:ton and I walked closer to the door, and when he was close enough, Ratonhnhaké:ton knocked on it. When no one answered, he knocked again. This time, the door swung open. “What?” The old man asked, hunched over, holding a cane with a tight grip.

“Um… We… We were told you could train us.” Ratonhnhaké:ton mumbled softly.

“No.” The man shut the door. I slowly began to walk away, that is until Ratonhnhaké:ton knocked again. “Go away!”

“I’m not leaving!” The sky turned dark and I felt droplets fall from the sky. He slowly looked at the stables, and we silently agreed to call it a day. Right as we took shelter, the rain fell harder. I kicked my cot out in the corner of the stable and laid down on my side.

“Goodnight Ratonhnhaké:ton.”

“Goodnight, Grace.” I shut my eyes and fell asleep with a smile on my face.

The next morning, I woke up earlier than Ratonhnhaké:ton, which is something that rarely happens. I carefully exited my cot, hoping that I would not wake Ratonhnhaké:ton. Utter failure. He shot up, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face, showing that he had the same nightmare again.

I smiled, "Ah... Good morning, Ratonhnhaké:ton." He stood up and stretched, the walked into the sunlight. I followed suit. Ratonhnhaké:ton, being persistent kid he is, walked to the front door and tried to get the man to open the door again.

“Please, all I ask is a moment of your time -” He shouted at the top of his lungs, possibly waking up all of the colonies in the process.

We heard a slam above us, and looked up to see the old man sticking his head out the window, “I apologize if I’ve been unclear - or otherwise confused you with my words. It was never my intention to mislead, So let me try clarify: GET THE HELL OFF MY LAND!” And he shut the window with a harsh slam. Ratonhnhaké:ton thought it would be a good idea to try another way. We both ran to the side of the house, and climbed onto the balcony, Ratonhnhaké:ton climbed up no problem; Me, however, I slipped, tripped, and fell. Ratonhnhaké:ton, being the gentleman he is, helped me up, but not after letting out a small chuckle and smile, which made my palms sweaty, almost making me fall completely. I thanked him for the help. I made it to the top, and Ratonhnhaké:ton was rattling the doorknob.

“Just hear me out?! What are you so afraid of?”

When the door swung open, I knew he said something he shouldn’t have, “Afraid? You think afraid of ANYTHING, least of all, a self-important little scab like you?!” The man tripped Ratonhnhaké:ton with his cane, “Oh, you might dream of being a hero. Of riding to rescues, of saving the world - but stay this course and the only thing you’re going to be is DEAD.” The old man shuffled towards the door before turning around, “The world’s moved on, boy. Best you do too.” I walked over to Ratonhnhaké:ton and helped him up. Like the window, the old man shut the door with a harsh slam.

Ratonhnhaké:ton yelled, “I will not leave! Do you hear?! I am NEVER leaving!”

“You were great, Ratonhnhaké:ton. Don’t let that old salt say your self important. If he knew why you were here, he would change his mind.” I laid down on the same old cot and tried to sleep. Keyword; tried. I heard the sounds of boots on the wooden ground outside, and I knew people were here. I shot up and grabbed my weapon, a stick I found buried under the dirt in the stables. I pulled it out of the dirt and shook it off and woke up Ratonhnhaké:ton. Only to find out he woke up on his own. Pressing my finger to my lips and motioning outside, he rose and looked at the two people that were here. I hid away from their sight while Ratonhnhaké:ton listened to the two of the men.

“He’s a square toes - this’ll be easy.”

“That’s what you said last time and I wound up with a dead ‘orse an a dark eye.”

“Who are you?” Ratonhnhaké:ton interrupted the conversation.

“No one you need concern yourself with, little breeches.”

“Best cut ‘fore something bad ‘appens.” I gripped the stick lightly tightly and let out a deep exhale and waited, praying that nothing bad would happen.

“No.” I walked out, gripping the stick.

“Can’t say we didn’t warn ya. What would a little boy and little lady do?” They stood in fighting position with their fists high and legs bent. I aimed the stick at them.

Ratonhnhaké:ton and I ended up ending the fight with them on the ground. Ratonhnhaké:ton was pushing one for answers.

“Why are you here? What do you want?” He yelled. I held on to the stick before I dropped it.

“Best ask the bossman.” A man came up behind Ratonhnhaké:ton and hit him with a wooden war club. I grabbed the stick once again and aimed it at him, in case he fought me, I could end him.

“You workin’ for the old man, then? That it?” I saw the man go behind a guard and kill him. I looked at the man strangely. “Maybe this’ll get ya talkin’.” The old man walked behind the man hovering over Ratonhnhaké:ton and stabbed him through the abdomen.

I helped Ratonhnhaké:ton up and stood closely behind him, “Thank you.” I placed the stick back on the ground.

“Clean this up.” Ratonhnhaké:ton and I at each other and moved the bodies into an empty stable, “Then I suppose we could talk…”

Ratonhnhaké:ton and I finished moving the bodies into the stables, and stalked toward the manor. I silently leaned against the covered table, while Ratonhnhaké:ton sat in a chair across from the man that soon broke under his weight. I chuckled lightly.

“Sorry.” Ratonhnhaké:ton mumbled his apology.

“Not your fault. This whole place is ready to come down. Goddamn miracle it hasn’t already, Anyway, who are you?”

“My name is Ratonhnhaké:ton. And this is Grace.” I let out a small smile and a wave.

“Right. Well, I’m not even going to try and pronounce that. Now tell me why you are here.”

“We were told to seek this symbol.” Ratonhnhaké:ton showed the map he drew the symbol on to him.

“Do you even know what that symbol represents? Or what it is you’re asking for?”

“No.” Ratonhnhaké:ton shook his head.

“And yet here you are.”

“The spirit said that - That we’ve -”

“These ‘spirits’ of yours have been harassing the Assassins for centuries. Ever since Ezio uncorked the bottle...Ah - but you don’t even know what an Assassin is, do you?” We lightly shook our heads, “Well, best settle in, then. I’ve got a story to tell and it’s gonna take a while to get it all out…” Ratonhnhaké:ton grabbed another chair and sat down, ready to listen. The story was long nonetheless, I even yawed a couple times by how long it was. But it was also a great story. Telling about the Templars, the Assassin’s, Grandmasters. It was almost like a fantasy. “And so this is why the Assassins have dedicated themselves to pursuit of the Templars. Because if they succeed - your spirit’s visions will become reality.”

“Then we will stop them.” I nodded, agreeing with the teenage boy.

“Oh I have no doubt you’ll try. Come on. I’ve something to show you.” He stood up and lead us down th hallway. He pulled candelabra and a passage seemed to open. Down the stairs, there was a mannequin, adorned in an off white and navy blue robe. The red fabric around the waist stood out, along with the symbol we were told to find.. Ratonhnhaké:ton walked towards them, and touched them with a light, almost hesitant, hand. A box below the robes caught his eye and just before he could touch it, the old man hit the box with his can, shocking Ratonhnhaké:ton in the process. “Don’t think you can just come in here, throw those on and call yourself an Assassin.” I sat on a table watching them.

“I...did not...I would never presume…”

“That’s alright. I know they’ve a certain allure.” With what little light shining down on the robes, they still seem to posses something great and valuable. “Very well. I’ll train you. Then we’ll know if you’ve the right to wear those robes…”

“Thank you...uh…”

“Name’s Achilles.” The old man, now known as Achilles, shuffled towards the table with a piece of plywood leaning against the wall and a cloth to give it extra coverage. “Come on, then. We’ve work to do.” He hit the plywood with his cane, motioning upwards for Ratonhnhaké:ton to move it. Pictures displayed the wall. There were paintings displayed neatly on the wall, with names written underneath them. Ratonhnhaké:ton's father and my father's paintings were on the wall. Haytham Kenway: Grandmaster, Charles Lee: Second in Command. Below the two, there was Willam, Thomas, John, and Benjamin.

“What do the Templars want?”

“What they’ve always wanted: Control. They see an opportunity in the Colonies. A chance for new beginnings, unfettered by the chaos of the past. This is why they back the British. Here they have a chance to illustrate the merits of their beliefs: A people in service to the principles of order and structure." I looked at all the paintings closely for one last time.

"I have seen what is to come if they succeed. They have to die, don't they? All of them. Even my father."

"Especially your father. He's the one holding the whole thing together." I looked at Haytham's painting and thought to myself, how could such a nice man lead such a horrible order?

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Achilles trained Ratonhnhaké:ton and I both for the last six months. In running, climbing, fighting, falling - basically any training that concerned the body. I learned two that concerned the mind. Language, Philosophy, Logic, The Arts. Achilles told the history of the Assassin's and Templars. Ratonhnhaké:ton told Achilles about my father, and what he had done to the village. It happened so long ago, yet, I still remember my father leaving the fire-engulfed village. Ratonhnhaké:ton and I walked outside, our feet immediately sinking into the winter wonderland. Achilles sat coachman on his black box carriage, in front of him were two horses: Hero and Buck.

“Good morning.” Achilles smiled.

“To you as well.” Ratonhnhaké:ton spoke for both of us. For an unbovious reason, Ratonhnhaké:ton has always been over protective of me. Maybe it was because I was shy, or I have a special value knowing I'm the daughter a Templar he's in pursuit of. I'll never know. “You taking a trip?”

“I’ve decided to do something about the house. And you’re going to help me. Get in.” Achilles tapped the door with his cane and Ratonhnhaké:ton entered behind me. I stared out the window as we had a journey to the city. And as I took in my surroundings, I realized it was a city I knew too well. Boston. Ratonhnhaké:ton looked like he found a mine full of gold. As a woman passed by, Ratonhnhaké:ton stared as she passed. I felt jealousy struck inside me.

“Don’t stare.” Achilles hit Ratonhnhaké:ton with his cane. Envy locked up inside you makes you feel like you’ll explode.

“Sorry.” I hit Ratonhnhaké:ton with my elbow and he smiled towards me.

“Come on.” We followed Achilles a little further into the city.

“This place is incredible. The people. The sounds and smells. I could walk these streets for days and know not even half its wonders…” I smiled as Ratonhnhaké:ton looked around in wonderment.

“I thought the same as you upon a time. These days, I much prefer the quiet of the countryside.”

“But there is so much LIFE here. So many opportunities.”

“For a few, my boy. For a few…” We stopped beside an old chapel my father and I went to on Sunday's. “There’s a store close to here. You’re to buy the items on this list. Tell them where the carriage is - and they’ll see that’s it loaded. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Good. You’re also going to need a new name.”My breath hitched in my throat. A new name? His name fit him perfectly. ‘Life That Is Scratched’ that’s his life. “Your skin is fair enough that you might pass for one with Spanish or Italian blood. Better to be thought a Spaniard than a Native. And both are better still than I.”

“That is not true.” I nodded.

Achilles looked at us both, “What’s TRUE and what IS aren’t always the same.”

“What would you call me, then?” It pained my heart to hear those words.

“Connor. Yes. That will be your name.” It did suit him, but, the pain in my heart did not leave, “Alright then. Off you go.” Achilles push Ratonhn- wait, no, I mean, Connor and myself in the direction of the general store. Was it bad I disliked his name? It does suit him very well, but it makes me angry how easily he threw away the name his mother gave him. By the time my short thought process was over, I noticed we were in front of the general store. Connor walked towards some items.

“You lost?” The store owner asked us, making me jump as the silence was broke.

“I need the items on this list.” Connor passed the list toward the owner.

“Will you be paying with coin or trade?” Connor placed the coin purse on the countertop. The owner untied the purse and smiled at the sight of the golden coins. “Some of these things I have. Some I don’t. Lumber’s hard to come by since my supplier up and vanished. I have the tools and pitch, though. Nail’s too. Where do you want this delivered?”

“Our wagon is near the statehouse.” Connor put the extra coin back into the coin purse and walked out. It was chaos outside. People were shouting, and many who were not, ran towards the sounds. Connor and I quickly began to jog behind the civilians and noticed many of them threatening and yelling at a single Red Coat.

“I say again: disperse! Congregating in this manner is forbidden!” The Red Coat tried to calm the raging citizens.

“We’re not going anywhere, bug!”

“Oi! Why don’t you go back to England?!”

“No good can come of this chaos! Return to your homes and all will be forgiven!” I looked back and forth between the citizens and the Red Coat.

“Never!” “Not until you’ve answered for your crimes!”

“You’re right, cowards, pointing guns at unarmed folk!” Despite the large crowd and loud shouting, we were able to find Achilles.

“There!” Achilles yelled with his normal, raspy tone. We both looked in the direction Achilles pointed his cane. At the end of it stood Mister Haytham, Grandmaster of the Colonial Templars.

“Is that my father…?” It was like time slowed as I watched him stand tall.

“Yes. Which means trouble is sure to follow. I need you tail his accomplice. This crowd is a powder keg - we can’t allow him to light the fuse.”

“But -” Connor started.

“But nothing! Do as I say and go!” I knew I was to stay behind. I would be an extra limb. I was so focused on listening to all the insults the people yelled, I didn’t even know Achilles left.After a few minutes of waiting, someone let out a yelp. There Connor was, holding Mister Haytham’s accomplice over the edge of a house. Next thing I knew, a gunshot was heard and I saw my father standing on the opposite roof of Connor. My anger boiled to the brim.

“Damn, you! Fire!” A Red Coat ordered. Before they could even pull the trigger, Haytham pointed to Connor and they changed their target. Connor began to run along the rooftops, nd I followed below. Like that strange sequence with that woman. Connor climbed down once he was safe and we walked the streets together, watching our backs closely.

“You’re Achilles boy and girl." I jumped at the voice behind me, "Connor and Grace, was it? I saw what happened at the Town House. A fine mess, that.” Connor hid me behind his back.

“Who are you?”

“Samuel Adams, at your service.” Samuel held out his hand for Connor to shake , but, he just ignored it, “Achilles asked me to get you out of Boston.”

“Explain.” Connor held my hand, and I peeked my brown eyes over his shoulder every few seconds.

“The whole city’s looking for you…” A poster was hammered onto a tree and if you get a closer look, it looks exactly like Connor.

“Oye! Oye! A criminal stalks the streets - wanted in connection with the massacre at the Town House! Citizens are advised to call the guards if they see him! Ten pounds to whoever brings this madman to justice!” Men and women looked at the poster pinned to the tree.

“What am I supposed to do?” Connor asked Samuel in a hurry.

“You can take down these posters for a start. Maybe Grace can help you. Return to me once you’ve removed the others.” Connor and I ran different directions. I tore down posters on the side of Boston where it wasn’t as occupied by guards. I made it back to the center of Boston, only to find Connor and Samuel waiting for me.

“What took you so long?”

“I didn't want to end up fighting off Red Coats.” I lightly shrugged to Connor. We walked towards Samuel with someone just a bit taller in height.

“Ah, Connor, Grace, there you are. I’d like you to meet Cyrus.”

“Is it...is he the killer?” His voice wavered as he saw Connor's glare.

“Peace. Cyrus is on our side. Or rather… for the right price, he will be.” There was only a single word that came to mind: Bribe.

A Red Coat officer held up a poster before a woman, “Have you seen this man?” Connor tried to cover his face but Samuel stopped him before he could do so.

“Watch and learn.” Samuel handed Cyrus the coin.

“Oye! Oye! Word has reached us that the man responsible for today’s shooting may have been in disguise! A wig and makeup tin were found near the scene of the crime. Witnesses describe a middle-aged gentleman of pale complexion fleeing towards the wharves, rifle in arm.” Cyrus shouted over the people. The Red Coat looked at the poster before walking away.

“Thank you kindly, Cyrus.”

“Pleasure.” Connor still kept me hidden behind him. I only saw this as a protective gesture.

“Come on, then. There’s still one last bit of work to do.” Samuel told us both there was a underground entrance in a specific place.

Connor and I found it eventually and entered with Samuel lighting a lantern for us. This place gives me the creeps. There are rats, guards, and even if the place is sealed, there is a certain breeze to blow out the candle, I said to myself. We were lead, thanks to the rats, to a door with a sign above that read North Port, in messy black paint, making it seem as though the person painting it was in a rush. Samuel walked up to it and tried to open it, only to find it was shut tightly. “Arse.” He groaned. He looked at Connor and I, “I don’t suppose lock-picking is part of your repertoire?” Connor, confident in his lucky picking skills, handed the lantern to Samuel.

“Grace, you haven't spoke much.”

“Ah, I... I'm sorry." I stuttered and played with my hands.

“She's not good around new people." Connor seemed upset at the fact Samuel was speaking to me- since he rapidly broke the lock, "Especially around men." He opened the door and helped me climb to the roof. There were two guards standing out front of the specific printer shop doors we had to enter, so we took the easiest route, killing them. I got the one on the left, Connor got the right, and we entered the shop with haste.

“You ask a great deal of me, Sam.” The owner groaned, looking towards us.

“I know… But I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important. If it wasn’t vital.”

“Fine. Just this once, though. In the future, such things will come at a price. Resetting the type is neither quick nor easy. To say nothing of the cost should I be discovered.”

Samuel smiled, “I shall not forget this kindness.” We walked outside of the printer shop, “His work will see your last little bit of notoriety erased. Come - I’ll show you how to leave now that order’s been restored.” Samuel lead us to the docks that would be going towards the frontier. “Here we are. Speak with the harbormaster and he’ll see you home.”

“Thank you for everything, Sam. I promise one day to repay the favor.” I smiled.

“Oh, I’m counting on it.” Connor extended his hand to Samuel that wasn't holding mine.

“Like this?” Samuel gripped his hand, firmly shaking it. Connor looked down at his hand, smiled and pulled me along as he to the harbormaster, who said the ship will be off in a few.

Connor and I made it back to the homestead, safe and sound. Maybe a little nauseous but nothing too major that made me lean over the side of the boat. We ran up the hill and walked into the homestead.

“Welcome back!” Achilles smiled.

“You left us in Boston!” Connor yelled.

“The training we’ve done here is all well and good, but experience is a better teacher by far.”

“What of our fathers?”

“Into the wind, I’m afraid.”

“We have to find them.”

“And we will… AFTER the house has been repaired.”

“But they're out there plotting who knows what.”

“And what would you do when you found them? IF you found them? You’re a boy with a few months of training. They’re men full grown who’s spent decades honing his skills.” Connor paced back and forth, “If you’re going to stand a chance against the Templars, you’re going to need these.” Achilles handed him a box with the Assassin's symbol on it. Connor opened the lid, hesitantly. Inside, sat a blade attached to leather. Right away, I knew it was Hidden Blades. Mister Haytham showed me how they worked when I was younger. “Go on. Before I change my mind.” Connor slowly pulled them out of the box, and placed them on his forearms. I smiled at the sight. Then, we all turned away from him when there was a loud bang on the window.

“HEY! HEEEEELP!” Connor and I ran outside, following the man to the destination. The man's friend passed up the bridge and was heading to the fall rapidly. Connor quickly dove to save him as he began to get pulled under. Connor brought the man back to land. He began to cough as air re-entered his lungs, "What this knob-end is trying to say is he's forever in your debt, sir." Connor leaned on his elbows, trying to catch his breath.

“Who you callin’ a knob-end?”

“You. Because you are one.” I silently stood beside Connor, watching the two men bickering.

“What were you doing on those logs?”

“One of the dangers of lumberin’. We’ve got the camp set up a few rods off of here, as we’re cuttin’ timber. We’re hoping to open the mill in the area.” We could get wood for the homestead, now.

“There is a good place not far from the manor on hill where I am staying.” I wasn’t very fond of hiding behind Connor like a scared little girl, but you can never be too safe.

“Ha! I like you already. We’ll have a look.” Another addition to our list of friends. Connor brought Achilles down to their home and showed him and introduced them to him and myself.

“I’ll miss the peace and quiet. But we can certainly use the wood.” I nodded.

“The manor needs a lot of work.” I was usually the one to think about people’s choices not say a word.

“That. And other things. Meet me at the small shack by the shoreline when you have time. There’s something else you need to see.”

“What is it?”

“An...asset.” I shrugged while Connor and I walked toward Godfrey and Terry’s simple but small house.

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Connor and I made it to the shack.There, Achilles was waiting for us. Connor walked towards the door and knocked on it.

“GO ‘WAY!” A man’s voice yelled. Connor looked back at Achilles and Achilles nodded his head. Connor opened the door wider and the smell of rum immediately made it’s way to my nose.

“Said ‘go way’, boy. D’ya not speak the King’s English?” Connor covered his nose with his index finger and I covered mine with my whole hand. Achilles stood in the doorway.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there, old man. I’d of set my home in order if I’d known you’d be callin’”

“Their names are Brendon and Connor. He’s here to restore the property.”

“Restore?... Restore! Pardon my manners!” He stood up and walked outside with the bottle of rum in his hand.

"She's still the fastest in the Atlantic - sure she needs some attention... Minor things mostly, but with a little affection, she'll fly again.”

“Who is ‘she’?” I chuckled quietly.

“WHO is SHE? Why the Aquila, boy! The Ghost of the North Seas!” I know why they call it the ‘Ghost’.

“The boat?”

“b-b...a BOAT?! She’s a ship, boy, and make no mistake about it! I thought you brought him here to restore order! I reckon he’s the greenest thing on the frontier.” I smiled at the joke. Hey, it was funny.

��Connor, meet me back at the manor when you’ve finished here.” Achilles patted Robert’s back and I watched Achilles walk off. Robert continued to drink his rum while I stayed near Connor.

“You said it requires repairs… you able?” Connor nodded his head towards him. And boy, did he look good.

“SHE does need work - the ship is a ‘she’, boy - and yes, I can refit her but I’m lacking the proper supplies. Some.. Some quality timber would help me get started.” Robert poked his chest.

“I can see to that. How long before it - SHE is able to sail again?” Connor smiled. Something I haven’t exactly seen in a long time. It was always a smirk or a chuckle. Sometimes both.

“Just get me the lumber, boy and I’ll raise a crew.” Robert placed his back to a wall and slid to the floor. Connor and I made a face to each other.

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Six months later, together, Connor and I gathered enough supplies for the Aquila to become a great again. Connor has been studying, training, and working so much that we rarely talked anymore. But I’m not complaining. The Clan Mother forced Connor to take care of me when we were younger, and I knew he might just want space. Connor really wanted to confront the Templars. To end what they planned. But we all knew it was too soon. But, Connor was able to restrain himself even though I knew very well he didn’t want to. He was a puzzle to most, but me, I could read him like a book. Achilles didn’t really mind my training. He only paid Connor the attention. I didn’t mind it though. After all, my life is a painting that may never be finished.

Connor and I traveled from the homestead, down to the docks.

“Come aboard and feast your eyes, boy! And..girl.” Connor stepped on the wooden plank leading onto the ship, however, Faulkner stopped him before he could walk to the boat. “No no no no, not the left foot! Never the left foot. Horrible luck. Step with your right foot first.” Connor fixed his feet and walked up the plank. Now, I have a small problem with ships: 1. They're big, and 2. pirates can attack at any time. So, I stayed on the docks and watched Connor closely. He kicked a small wooden pillar.

“She is… solid.”

“Aye. Weatherly and sleek. She’ll fetch 12 knots in a stiff gale, ne’er a ship from here to Singapore can outrun her on her best day. Wha’dya say we take her out and show you what she can do first hand.”

“Where would we go?”

“As it happens she still needs guns and the officers to command them. We’ll launch straight away. Don’t worry, lad. I’ll make sure you sprout good sea legs.” Faulkner pats his back, “Hail in the mainsail! Get up the rigging! Hand over fist! Come on, men!! Let’s get her where she needs to be!” Connor didn’t even say goodbye to Achilles or me. I ran up the hill and opened the door to the homestead.

“Achilles, Connor left with Faulkner to get guns and officers to command them.”

“Looks you and I have time to get to know each other.”

“So, it does.”

✌︎

For the next two weeks, Achilles and I went out in town to get ingredients, cloth, leather. All kinds of things. Achilles said that he doesn't train me as much as Connor because I'm already story: both physically and emotionally. He believes I will be an Assassin and trusts me to make my own outfit.

Once we resided back in the homestead, the door opened five minutes after. And it was Connor.

“Three weeks… and not even a goodbye before you left.” I peeked from the doorway of the kitchen.

“Sorry.” Connor looked down.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Achilles told me all about how he was going to give Connor his robes when he returned. They entered the basement, and I stayed upstairs, waiting for the reveal of Connor in the dirty white and navy robes. And when he did, he looked even more handsome than usual. “Once upon a time, we had a ceremony for such occasions. But I don’t think either of us are really the time for that. You’ve your tools and training. Your targets and goals. And now you have your title. Welcome to the Brotherhood, Connor.” Achilles put a hand on his shoulder and I smiled a little.

Welcome to the Brotherhood, indeed, I thought to myself, placing the cloth and leather away into the drawers.

#assassin's creed 3 #Assassins Creed 3 #connor kenway #Ratonhnhaké:ton #assassin's creed imagine #assassin's creed series #haytham kenway #Charles Lee #grace lee #original character #i posted it anyway #it's shitty but i'd appreciate if you'd read it

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voidselfshipp · 4 years ago

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光のないオオカミ(Hikari no nai ōkami )(part 1) (part 2 here)

the wolf without light

Summary: after wolf loses his master kuro,and with the crusade of the holy child over,wolf feels like theres nothing else to live for.

Until he meets a misterious woman with connections with the spirit realm

Word count:2,328

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The lively chatter of the town seemed dull to him.

A shinobi with no cause, for him the biggest of shames.

And now to top the cake he stumbles drunkly on the streets,the cold of winter does nothing to his skin, and so falls face flat on the floor and his eyes close.

Pure darkness.

He gasps a fresh batch of air,his eyes scan the place, clear Sky,green Grass and an endless sunflower field before him.

He stands up,no hungover,no dizzyness, what is this place?

--you heed the name wolf,is that correct?

A woman says behind the Man, with her arms folded behind her back.

--Who are you?

Wolf asked turning around.

The misterious girl looks up to meet his gaze.

The shinobi gasps softly -- _Jimuwari_

Jimuwari was one of the most emblematic kunoichi, having accomplished many things while in duty,yet one day she left without a trace.

Of course jimuwari wasnt her name,that was left under wraps,how ever the nickname came from a gesture , a sunflower would be placed on the scene when she flet once her task was done,and so the people in town decided to name jer jimuwari,sunflower.

--I see that the myths about me are still sung in earth...welcome wolf...

-w what is this place?

The shinobi looks around him,the Fields seemed to go around forever.

--This place has a lot of names y'know?the field of reeds,or the aaru, heaven...I call It...home

--heaven?am I---

--no of course not dear--her han rests on his shoulder-- it just so happends that you were needed here, follow me...

He nodds,fullowing suit as they made their way to...somewhere.

--You wonder where im taking you...its okay you can trust in me

--how do you--

She chuckles,a soft melodic sound like the chime of a bell.

--I cant read minds if thats what youre wondering, your expression says it all dear

A shadow hovers above them, a house stretches over the Sky, it seemed bigger than what it really was.

-First you might want to take care of yourself, come inside and make yourself comfortable

He opens the door for her,Bowing as he does so.

Even with the years manners still remain, maybe he wasnt as much of a waste as he thought he was.

Jimuwari enters with wolf behind her--Behind that wall theres a kettle with tea,pour yourself a cup of it ,If you so desire

The Man nodds silently and dissapears behind the door.

The woman sighs and grabs two bowls of rice, walking softly to the room besides the little kitchen.

And so there he is, wolf sipping slowly and silently from his tea.

She sits infront of him before handing him the rice.

--So you see, your master,kuro asked me to help you

--i dont need any help.

--If it was true you wouldnt be here,after your crusade with the holy child, kuro asked me to give you a New purpose, today you Will rest ,and tomorrow you Will find the things I need to go back to your world...I would be extremely grateful and so Will kuro

Kuro?he would do anything for his lord,and If he told this woman to ask for his help then he Will do as she told him.

--What do you need?

--First you'll find my weapons,my sword hikari and my bow kaze...they lie beneath a maze,heavily guarded...then you'll go to a village in the mountains,there is an amulet that Will help me go back to earth

The Man nodds --If my lord asked my help beyond the Grave then ill comply...

The womans features soften--But first you must replenish your energy,today you rest,tomorrow to work...

And so it is done, wolf takes just a tiny bit to wonder around the house,a kitchen,a livingroom,upstairs theres a library with a bed and a balcony that faced into the sunflowers around it, and then,the bedroom downstairs in another building just besides the house.

Night falls on the fields,after dinner, its time to sleep, though there was just a tiny bit of a problem.

--I can take the bed on the library, I wont bother

--That bed up there Will give you a back ache

--It Will not affect my abilities tomorrow,mistress

--There you go again with that, call me jimawari or jima...,and theres no way youre sleeping up there

--But mistress-- im sorry mis jimawari im not worthy of sharing a bed with you

The woman huffs and takes his prosthetic hand, almost dragging him outside and into the bedroom..

--sleep,now....

He has no choice but to obey,he lays on the soft cotton bed,green covers slide over him as jimawari's hand Grace his face--You comfortable?

His cheeks redden , he nodds and hides his face on the pillow.

That soft bellchime that was her chuckles is all he can hear before she lays on the bed with him.

--Good night wolf

He can feel her back against his.

--Goodnight miss Jimawari...

Sun appears in the horizon marking the beginning of the day,and with it wolfs quest.

--Be careful out there wolf

Jimawari said,the Man softly grabs her hands pressing them to his chest-- As long as my heart beats any mission given Will be a mission done,mistress jimawari...

She sighs looking up to him and noddind--Good luck...

And so his form is lost into the fields.

Mission given mission done,sort of.

The battle was fierce, Many Many guards more than one could count were protecting the weapons.

The maze was really easy to get lost into,the people guarding it were good warriors,fallen by those same weapons they custodied.

Yet he accomplished his task, and though wounded he came back to the house with the weapons.

--Wolf!--jima said holding him as he fell-look at you! What happened?

She sits him in one of the sofá like furniture in the livingroom, grabbing a bunch of bandages.

--They were fierce warriors,but nonetheless im here

Jimawari huffs and sits with him-- strip

--W what ?

--strip I need to patch up your wounds...

The Man,a stuttering mess by now, does as he is told, taking the superior part of his armor,leaving his flesh exposed.

--Look at you,youre a mess...

And so with baby Pink cheeks the kunoichi treats his injuries.

--Take this--she said handing him a cup with tea--It Will help to numb the pain away...-the shinobi takes it and drinks from it,warm and fuzzy,Like the feelings in his chest.

--Now with my weapons ill be able to help you with your Next task...

--Mistress you need to stay here...--wolf cared deeply for her,even with a day of knowing her.

He didnt want to see her injured or worst.. dead...

He already lost enough people.

--Look wolf I--

She sighed and her gaze softened looking down at the Fire just under the kettle.----Sunflowers search the light,when they dont they turn to eachother, and maybe just like them we can face eachother until light comes,you dont have to face this by yourself,wolf.

The shinobi looks away and turns his gaze on the teacup in his hands.

--Its my solemn duty...

--But that doesnt mean you cant get help....

--mistress I do not want to see you hurt...

--But your words hurt more knowing that you wont let me go with you,I too dont want to see you hurt..or dead...

Both look into the others eyes before looking away.

--Ill go and get a book from upstairs...maybe I can find a recipe to help your injuries heal..

She leaves the cup on the little table and walks up to a flight of handstairs, as she climbs her hands slip,and with a missed step she is doomned to hit the ground.

Only that a pair of arms catch her just in time.

--Thank you wolf...--her laughter was nervous as her cheeks were red with shame.

The Man lets his gaze linger a bit longer before setting her back to her feet,his cheeks equally red.

--Ill go and get it,I Wont trip this time...

--Let me go with you...for good measure...

She chuckles and nodds,both go upstairs, checking some of the shelves.

Theres an idol on top of an shelf.

--Its an altar to elementus,goddes of all.

-Goddes of all?what is that that you mean?

--Different religions I suppose

she holds a sunflower in her hand

--And to think people kill eachother for things like this ,right ?but Us wolf...we are different...

He lets out a grunt in agreement before grabbing a book with a green cover.

Its full of poems,tales And beautiful drawings.

--Oh thats mine,in my free time I like to make things...

--These are amazing mistress--he flipped through the book amazed by the Grace of her creations.

--You can flip through it,lets go downstairs and you can get some rest...come on

And so the afternoon goes away as both stay in silence, jimawari making the remedie and him looking at her art.

Theres an amazing,but unfinished drawing of him, he felt flattered.

A soft smile graced his lips its been a long time since he last smiled. --Its not done yet--hes startled as jima sits with him, handing him the medicinal tea--If you sit still ill be able to finish it

--Yes please--- Im sorry I meant...as you please mistress...

--Its flatterint hearing you calling me that, wolf, but use it when you have an actual excuse to use it

She winks at him grabbing the pencil inside of the book-stay still

The Mans cheeks are red as Fire,burning just like it as he nodds and keeps his posture.

He was probably making a fool of himself.

But its worth it when he gets to see her smile.

#f/o community #f/o #romantic f/o #my f/os #f/o x s/i #self shipping #self insert #self ship #f/os #f/o tag #sekiro/wolf

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kimheecheon · 3 years ago

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like fuck yall capital city people. the way you talk is annoying and yall have the audacity to set urself the standard. mock anyone else with a different accent just say that ur jealous of our superior accents. im sorry you cant go through a paragraph without cancelling plans for the rest of the night. im sorry yall are pitchy and weak sounding. you have done irreparable damage by making people accustomed to THAT. this is exemplified in horror bc you mean to tell me people talk like that even when theyre scared ie not speaking carefully??? im losing my mind.

anw yall foreigners also dont seem to notice how been-there-done-that the plots are. indonesian horror draws on folk stories on purpose, for familiarity (then you can get scared BEFORE the scaring even begins!) but at some point its just. boring. how many of it is just some city girl (eugh j*kartan) moving to an ancestral haunted village house and the ghost is an ancestor who died in childbirth/had a child die. or classic spirits like kuntilanak or pocong (and you need to understand: we are VERY in touch with our spirits lore. idc if you dont personally believe in ghosts, you still DONT mess with them just in case. but the point is I Already Know This And I'm Bored). like yeah american horror movies are not original either but its doubly so w indonesian bc my bg knowledge here is extensive.

and yeah the makeup is bad so when the ghosts come around its like. yeah, ok, jump scare, surprise. but not scary. i can see yalls rough wig then i start focusing on that.

and again im not claiming american horror movies are superior (they really are not) but at least i dont feel like im being hate crimed personally. any time a non jakartan is on horror movies you make us village savages uneducated bumpkins with our silly superstitions and mystics and Stupid Accent. yalls got ur sister mary x we got ki joko x and im tired of both. im just gonna call that racism actually fuck you

ok theres lots of people doing the unpopular opinion asks about horror movies and i want to say, unprompted, that indonesian horror movies only seem good to you because you can't feel how awkward the dialogues areeee

#jakartans DO interact so i can read ur reply in ur stupid accent and have a laugh actually #actually the way you guys talk i wouldnt have a problem with if yall dont shit on the ways the rest of us do. so go fix that.

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cao-the-dreamer · 7 years ago

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Dragons of justice

Fandom : Overwatch

Pairing : McHanzo

Rating : K

Summary : Because I think McHanzo is cute (like all the others Overwatch ships) and also because I have a problem by creating child OC and writing about happy family and all. XD Fluffy OS with a bit of Emergenji

Enjoy ! Cao ;)

Read it on Fanfiction

Running, running and not stopping, while the sun goes down.

It's the end of the afternoon. Her feet almost don't touch the ground, each jump closers her to the sky, then she has to get back to the earth, long brown hair dancing behind her back like a living wave.

It's so easy to get off the hill, while going up is more difficult, but who cares ? At this moment, only the excitement of the run matters.

The wind is sharp, but the woods enlightened. Tree branches slapping her face, nimble legs trying to avoid the roots.

Here comes the end.

She flows from the forest, lands into the light, onto the dusty road. Down the hill stands the village, first mark of civilization. It's a beautiful day, between the emerald mountains. A powerful breath of wind hits the hills and mountain range, and the tiny valley embedded between them. Green or black, there are only woods everywhere, imposing and impenetrable. Here and there are also some impressive ochre cliffs. In this place the wild nature has all rights, we humans are so meaningless against it. The wind has a strong blow, messing her hairs, but it's fresh and pleasant. She could swear it has a voice.

It's time to run again.

Jump and dodge the obstacles, land into a massive rock to fly away, then reduce the violent impact with the ground by catching branches. Rise on your feet, and continue.

Don't stop thinking. Always considering the next move, using the environment around to go faster, but you must control you speed.

Her father taught her so much.

Now, she's one with the wind.

She jumps again, to arrive on a roof. She left the altitude, here's the bottom town.

She knows how to control her weight, her balance so that she doesn't damage the shingles and won't fall. She catches a thin wall, playing funambulists, carefully, then runs again onto the next house.

She hears a cry, looks down. This idiot of Lewis is bullying a little one with his band of morons, again.

Welp. Don't say she didn't warn him.

She goes back, takes a run-up, and dips down, yelling her battle cry.

- It's HIGH NOON !

Fear paints on the teenagers' faces, while she lands between them.

- It's Dragonna ! shouts one of them. Run, run !

But she's faster and blocks the alley's exit, forbidding any escape. Her smile is creepy.

- Please ! beg almost all the teens. It was Lewis' idea, not ours !

She shrugs, demonstrating that they are all guilty. Then moves quickly and slaps all their faces, a warning for the future, before blocking Lewis against a wall. She's smaller than him, but also stronger. He sees with despair his band running away.

- Just you and me now. How many ?

- Wh-what ?

- How many children did you bully ?

- O-only this one, I-I swear !

- I will ask in town what you did these last days, and if I discover you've lied to me, you will wish not to have been born.

He swallows and gives three names, begging for mercy between two words. Then the pain comes between his legs, unbearable, and he collapses down onto the ground, breathless. She gripes his hair and rises carelessly his head. Her stare is easy to read.

- I won't start again, I promise…

She exhales and slams his face on the ground. When she gets up, the little child is looking at her, stars in his eyes.

- Thank you so very much ! You came from the sky like some cool superhero ! You're so badass, ma'am !

- I'm only thirteen.

- Oops, sorry ! But I insist, thank you for helping me, miss, uh… Dragonna !

- No, she says coldly.

- What ?

- The name's Sarah.

- Oh… Sorry again. But why do they call you Dragonna then ?

She gives no response, but points at her right arm. And at this moment only he notices the impressive tattoo. All the skin is covered by crimson dragons' scales, with here and there delicate pink petals flowers, and some touches of golden paint.

- I can't believe your parents let you make a tattoo…

She shrugs again. No need to tell him the true story. Then the boy rises a hand.

- My name is Thomas, I've just arrived in town. It's really nice to meet you !

New one here ? Well that would be interesting. She greets him with a smile and shakes friendlily his hand. Then she steps back, waves at him before climbing the wall like some incredible ninja, and disappearing from his gaze.

To climb the hill, she always takes her time. She likes to contemplate the landscape. This hour of the day is one of the most beautiful. The twilight is coming down, gently shadowing the atmosphere. The last sunsets stretch the silhouettes of trees and hers, as if some giants were hiding under an innocent-looking skin. A palette of gold, pink and purplish is coloring the sky, and the light makes the cloud purple, like some funny marshmallows. They look so easy to catch, as if they were in front of your nose. The leaves crack under feet and some rocks roll, before she enters into the woods.

While the humans go to sleep, life here is awakening. Owls are hooting, crickets are whispering a peaceful song, here a bat is flying quickly and there is the breath of a strong animal, ground cracking under its weight. The environment is dark, and she's surrounded by various sounds, leading her in the shadows.

Then, she hears someone shouting her name. She starts to hurry, and finally the trees spread apart. Between the trunks stands an half-rustic half-futurist house, and in front of it a man is cutting wood with an axe, shirtless, and calling sometimes the name of the girl.

- Good evening, dad Jesse !

The man gets up and smiles at his daughter, sweat running on the skin of his torso.

- Hello there, little fella ! I see ya've kept yer promise.

- Coming back before the night falls, yes sir ! Where is dad Hanzo ?

- He finished cookin' a quarter of hour ago, so he's practicin' with the bow behind the house. Go get 'im so we all can clean our faces before dinner.

- Sure you need a bath, you big stinking bear !

- I heard ya !

But she runs away before he can catch her. In the training area, filled with weapons, dummies and targets, Hanzo was shooting his arrows, focusing, when she arrives. Because he hears his daughter coming, the Japanese man stops what he's doing.

- Good evening, Tousan.

- Good evening, Sakura, he says tenderly as he patted her head.

When she was just a little baby, her fathers couldn't agree about her name, so they ended up with two instead of one, Sakura Sarah, because both almost sounded like the other.

Hanzo wasn't her biological father, Jesse was. But in her mind, a father is the one who takes care of her, she doesn't care about blood ties.

She is always laughing when her dads tell her how they got their daughter. They went to a marriage party, and as usual McCree drank too much and ended up drunk. But in the crowded place, Hanzo lost his partner because this big idiot thought it was Hanzo he was seducing, while it was an unknown woman looking like the Japanese. And then McCree woke up in her bed, without a single memory of how he came here and leaving the place in panic, while Hanzo was stressed as hell, alone in their house. After some explanations in front of an angry Hanzo, the Japanese forgave the cowboy, both forgetting the incident. So it was quite a surprise when the woman reappeared some months later, furious and pregnant. She didn't want to keep the baby and almost ordered them to raise the child. At Jesse's surprise, Hanzo agreed, with discret happiness in his eyes. The bowman had been thinking for a long time about having children. He talked sometimes about it with Jesse, and since the opportunity had been here, why refuse it ? When the baby was born, Jesse and Hanzo were recognised as the official fathers, and they never saw the woman again. Whenever he was telling this story, Hanzo always remembered the first time he took Sakura in his arms, a tiny creature looking at him with her huge, shining red eyes.

Although, after this memory, he also see the tattoo, beginning to draw itself on her daughter's skin, when she was seven. None of them understood this event ; Sarah wasn't a Shimada, and yet the dragons chose her, they marked her, making her shivering of pain for months. It was a painful and horrible process for the little one, but all of this disappeared with her laugh, when she summoned the dragons for the first time. These creatures aren't only powerful spirit, but also the "animal" part of their owner. The two crimson dragons played around her like kittens, nuzzling with each people in the room, making the day of the little girl.

Hanzo go back to present when Jesse kisses him on the nose.

- Whatcha thinking, darlin' ? Ya look absent.

- Oh, nothing. Just remembering the past.

Jesse chuckles and presses his lips against Hanzo's. Then the two men enter the house. Each person takes a quick shower, before setting up the table. The evening's menu is miso soup with chili con carne, and home-made ice cream. The advantage with a Japanese father and a Mexico-American father is the diversity of plates, and Sakura Sarah just loves it.

- So, sweetie, asks Jesse while they are eating, whadidya do downtown ?

- Hey, how do you know ?

- You smell like cement and concrete, answers Hanzo.

- I was just hanging around in the city. I also punched some bullies.

- Great job, cariña ! laughed Jesse. Justice ain't gonna dispense itself !

- Was it the same boy from the last time ? Lewis ?

- Yes, Tousan, but now he learned his lesson. There is also a newcomer in town, Thomas. Maybe I will see him at the back-to-school.

- Sakura-chan, the holidays are almost over. Is it the same for your homeworks ?

- Dad, come on, I finished them at the beginning of holidays! You can remember it, you are not senile !

Jesse starts to laugh while Hanzo pokes his daughter on the forehead. Of course he knows his daughter did them, she is clever, but only using her cleverness when she wants to, what a waste. Then the tablet rings, with the typical melody of Genji's call. Sarah is faster and literally throws herself onto the couch, grabbing the tablet on the low table before any of the two men could react. She answers to the video chat with a big smile.

- Good evening, uncle Genji !

- Hello Sakura-chan, responds the cyborg, an amused light into his eyes. Then Angela also arrives on the screen, carrying a young child.

- How are you doing, Süsse ? gently asks the swiss, while the little boy waves excitedly at the teen.

- Sasa ! Sasa ! the eight-years-old shouts happily.

- I'm fine, thanks Aunt Angie. Hallo, Erwin ! So, did you get better at dancing ?

- Yeah ! You promise you will come to see me at my performance ?

- Of course, I won't miss it for any reason !

- Hi everyone ! greets Jesse, sitting near to his daughter, Hanzo on the other side.

The whole family discuss for a long time, about anything and everything. Outside, the night is coming, with a half moon beginning to rise.

Then, it's time to clear the table and the kitchen, before going to bed. Teeth cleans and wearing a huge floating nightgown, Sakura gives a kiss on the cheek to both her dads before laying on her bed. They quietly close her room's door, then head to their.

The room is dark, but filled with soft shadows, and the pale moonlight falls onto their bed like a soft spotlight, as if it is indicating that it's bedtime. The two men prepare themselves to sleep, but Hanzo stays sitting on the mattress, looking at the wistful celestial body. Jesse pulls an arm around his shoulders.

- Still nostalgic 'bout past, darlin' ?

- No, he replies as he embraces his lover and tenderly kisses him on the lips.

I am happy with our present.

#overwatch #mchanzo #OC #emergenji #gency #hanzo x mccree #mercy x genji #sakura sarah #my stuff #writing

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