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badbookreviewclub · 5 years ago

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Empress Theresa, Chapter 1

(This is a direct transcription of my tweets, so I apologize if it gets choppy at times) DISCLAIMER: Please read the preface before you continue on! PAGE 1 This is a terrible start to the book. There's nothing here to gain the interest of the reader nor is there anything that could potentially give you a clue to who Theresa is. You get who her parents are, but nothing about her parents (e.g. If they're important people) "I was the Princess in the Sullivan clan of Framingham, Massachusetts because besides being cute I was a whiz in school and had a good disposition." This sentence makes me die inside every time I re-read it. What does it even mean to have a 'good disposition'? This is the first time I've ever read someone describing themselves as having a 'good disposition'. "All the relatives expected great things from me." And then not even a paragraph later it says; "Nobody could have dreamed of what I would do a few years later, and nobody would have believed it if they'd been told." This is a conflicting message here, Theresa. Did they expect great things from you or did nobody expect you to do anything big? "Prime Minister Blair said I'd still be remembered in a million years." Okay, so we know that you're doing something big now, but you just introduced a character who we don't know. At all. What's the context behind all of this? What kind of person is Prime Minister Blair? "Did you catch that?" Yes, I fucking caught that. You literally just said it. "Churchill, Hitler, and Lincoln..." I don't like the way that these are ordered. It's alphabetical, but going in historical context would sound nicer in my opinion. "Lincoln, Hitler, Churchill..." That's not even counting that she just compared herself to being greater than Hitler. There are so many other people who are better that could have been brought up here and not someone who committed mass genocide and traumatized humanity. Directly after that, Charles Martel is brought up in a long paragraph that sounds like someone who just watched a documentary and is eager to share everything they just learned with their friends who could not give less of a shit. It's pointless to have it there and adds nothing. "...but Prime Minister Blair said I'd be remembered for a million years." You said that not even a paragraph ago. I didn't forget, I promise. I may have the attention span of a peanut, but my short-term memory isn't completely dead. Though my last few brain cells may be dead after I finish all 465 pages of this monster. "I was the last person you'd expect to earn this accolade." Contradicting to what you said earlier of all your relatives expecting big things of you. Not to mention, I don't know who you or anyone else is yet Theresa. I can't fucking say if you would be the last person expected "When this story began I was a little girl who didn't have much of a clue about anything." Why not start the story here? It's far better than that big ramble you just had. This is far more interesting than "I'm Theresa, the younger daughter of blah blah blah." "My job as a kid was to figure out what the heck was going on and what to do about it. It's not easy when you're young and everything is brand new." No shit honey. Except the thing is, life is so much easier when you're younger. you don't have to worry about taxes. Or your employer forgetting to mail you your W-2. Or if your employer does mail you your W-2 but your mail-lady delivers it to the wrong house so some random person has your W-2 and social security number now. You don't have to worry about that as a kid. Life as a kid is easy. ide note: The text in this book is fucking huge. Like it was written so children could easily read it. PAGE 2 The way the first paragraph on this page starts out is jarring and throws the reader out of any flow that may have been there before (There wasn't one there before, but I digress). It then is quickly followed by her father making a comment to her about being the captain of her ship, without actually being a quote from him. It would have been more interesting if it was a direct quote from her father rather than just a passive memory with how she phrases it. What is says is, "He said I had to be the captain of my ship, but sometimes the seas would be rough." Which is poor phrasing in my opinion. There are far better ways to phrase this that give some more character and depth to the relationship between Theresa and her father. A better way to phrase it would be; "He said 'You have to be the captain of your own ship. Sometimes the seas will be rough, but you need to keep pushing through it until you find smooth seas again.'" However, it's not phrased like this or anything remotely close to this. It's then followed very quickly by saying "I had to learn all I could about the world." How does this relate to what your father told you in any way shape or form? I am so confused and feel like what your father told you was completely disregarded or misinterpreted. "I wondered why should I be worrying about it in the fourth grade? I'd soon find out." My Grammarly is kicking in and telling me that 'worrying' is used wrong here. This is a direct quote from the book, and I have to agree. Once again, this relates nothing to what was just said. I want to scratch this entire page out so far, but I've refrained from doing so. Then we come to the first paragraph I have completely scribbled out. I hate it so much. It is a shit paragraph in every way humanly possible. It relates nothing to the first sentence and could completely be ignored and taken out of the book without changing anything. “Everybody has pressures. There are two kinds. One is threats to your life and health. I had more than my share of that with a thousand assassins wanting to get me. The other kind is bearing responsibility for other people's lives and welfare. That's really tough if you care... ...about them. I set new world records in that department. People were sure I'd crack under the pressure, but I didn't. It will take smarter heads than mine to figure out why not." There is so much I want to say about this paragraph that I can't express in words, just guttural, angry screams. I scribbled it out for a reason and that reason still stands true. It is complete and utter shit. Side note: "It will take smarter heads than mine to figure out why not." Thank you for the reassurance that you're a dumb shit, Theresa. I needed it. "I'll be telling my own story which is a good thing because nobody knows it as well as me." We are already all well aware this is an 'autobiography' at this point, Theresa. There's no need for you to tell us that. The fucking point of an autobiography is to tell your own story. More scribbled out sentences about her saying that there's stuff she can't know because she wasn't there. Then she comments on a conversation between Prime Minister Blair (who we still know nothing about) and President Stinson (a new character who we also know nothing about) and how they were talking to each other on the phone. Theresa then assumes that P.M. Blair and President Stinson were talking about how they would stop her if she got out of control. How pig-headed can she get? Not everything is about you. The entire world doesn't revolve around you, bitch. Except, oh wait, in this book, it does! Another scribbled out section I scribbled out so horribly I can barely read it. I will do my best to write it down here so you can suffer with me. "But remember you'll learn things in the same sequence I did. Somebody else telling my story could only say what I did... ... in the world. They couldn't get in my head like you will. You'll see what a horrible, worldwide mess I had to deal with." Ah. I remember why I scribbled it out so badly now. Because it's garbage. Even more so than the first paragraph that I tried to destroy. She's just repeating the fact that this is a fucking autobiography. I've read good autobiographies, where you actually get into the author's mind. So far, this shit isn't it. "My story began quietly with no hint of what was coming." All of that before was pointless. And I will tell you now, most of the details that come after are pointless. This book refuses to be clear and concise, which is a good thing a good majority of the time. The book started terribly and wrote the whole tone for the first few pages, and so far, I'm more upset than when I started. Sidenote #2: After this I'll try to do Chapters in these tweet chains, mentioning (for the most part) the stuff that stands out the most to me. Unless I run into a page that is truly the worst thing ever. The Rest of Chapter 1 Starting on page 3 Starting off strong, I scribbled out the entire first paragraph because it's all terrible. It's Theresa describing her older sister who has absolutely no importance to the story whatsoever and then stroking her own ego by boasting about how... ...she's a whiz in school and her sister isn't. "She's thinking of going to one of the many trade schools in Boston after high school Mom and Dad said I should go to college." These two really don't share any correlation to each other besides being education after highschool. Not to mention, I think Norman, the author, is strongly trying to suggest that trade school isn't nearly as good as university or college when that couldn't be less true. Trade school is just as valid as a university or a college. You gain new skills and can enter a career far... ...quicker than you could at a 4-year university and then some if you're going for a Masters or P.H.d. in your chosen field. Also, I really hate Twitter's character limit. It's fucking stupid and makes these reviews hard as hell to write out. Theresa drags things out more, shares a story that seems currently irrelevant about her mother seeing a fox that came and sat in front of her six months before she was born. (Keep this in mind. Six months before Theresa was born). Theresa even says that this strange... ...event seemed unimportant and that her parents forgot about it for 18 years. Fuck, if something like that happened to me, I'd forget about it too. I certainly wouldn't remember it 18 years later. I can barely remember what I had for breakfast last week. And then more than halfway down the page, Norman finally starts the fucking story. Theresa's doing some summer reading for school when she sees a fox walking along the edge of the woods. The fox ducks into the woods before walking back out, which is completely... ... irrelevant and yet for some reason, Norman felt it was important to include despite the fact it adds nothing and just feels like lazy writing and editing. Speaking of editing, I am dead convinced that Norman didn't have an editor for this book or even look over a chapter... ...after he wrote it. "In an instant, faster than you could blink an eye, a softball sized white light emerged from the fox and went straight into my stomach." Besides being poorly written, keep in mind the fact that she just said it was in the blink of an eye. Theresa goes inside and has a pointless as fuck conversation with her older sister about seeing the fox. Rather than like any rational person who might glance outside to look because apparently seeing "Foxes in the daylight never happens" as Norman puts it, she just says that... ... the fox won't hurt her before going back to the living room never to be mentioned again for another 12 pages or so. Theresa assumes that because she hasn't eaten yet she's hallucinating or having a vivid daydream, so she goes to eat and we get an unnecessary description of... ..what she makes. We also get this gem of a line; "At age ten I was already conscious of my weight and tried to stay skinny." There is so much wrong with this that I can't even put it into words. So. So. So much. Specifically the 'at age ten' part too. More weird phrasing and poor writing later and Theresa determines that yes, it must have been that she hadn't eaten anything because after eating she feels less worried about it. Then there's a HUGE fucking heat spike according to Norman. Enough so that the firemen have to get involved to see what the fuck is up. Theresa somehow has this meta-knowledge that this has to do with the white light that jumped into her stomach. Long story short, someone called the firemen because the heat spiked up so massively and they thought it might be a fire without going outside or looking around to see if it actually was a fire. We get an absurdly long and very dull section about how the firemen started poking around trying to figure out if it was underground or not, which is completely unnecessary and adds nothing to the story in my opinion. I have scribbled it all out because it's all shit. Then we get another fucking gem that Norman uses a total of one time and never brings up ever again. It gave me an idea that would have made this book far more interesting than it ended up being, but it's never mentioned again. Its sole purpose for existing was to give Norman... ... an excuse as to why Theresa didn't talk to anyone. "My Cousin Mary was diagnosed a schizophrenic and the whole Sullivan clan was biting their nails waiting for the gene to show up in some other family member. It wasn't going to be me! I resolved to never tell anybody... ... Not even my parents would know. They'd think I was ill like Cousin Mary. I didn't need it." This alone caused me so much anger I put down the book and didn't pick it up again for a good couple of hours. I honestly don't feel like I need to explain why this is so terrible. But as for the idea it gave me, the book could be far better if it turned out that Theresa was schizophrenic. That this was all a hallucination. It would explain a lot of her actions later on in the book, especially when she experiences extreme paranoia. Well, Norman doesn't call it paranoia. It's just Theresa being 'super smart and know just what's up'. We learn shortly after that there are government officials who turned up to watch 'someone' (spoilers: It's Theresa). Somehow everyone knows they're officials despite... ... never approaching them and instead trusting the word of a neighbor who said the police approached them, were shown badges by these officials, and then the police left them alone afterward. Theresa somehow knows that these people are here to watch her and for some reason... ... she calls the operator to see if they're spying on her or have her phones tapped. I guess this is just supposed to be common knowledge that if you call the operator and ask them for a number and if there's a delay they then you're being spied on? After all, it's not like the operator is human and they take time to look up numbers and whatnot. But this time around there's not a delay so Theresa concludes that they aren't listening to her. Not sure how this makes sense, but okay. Theresa and her mom decide to go shopping and Theresa spends the entire time thinking that men are following her everywhere. Despite the fact that it's a public space and they're different men. The first instance is at the parking garage, where someone parked close to them... ... and then followed them to the surface. Then they go to a very popular and big brand book store, Barnes and Noble, and Theresa sees a different man who she thinks is watching her as well. She goes to the second floor by herself because I guess her mom is okay with that. When I was ten, my mom wouldn't let me wander over to the next aisle to look at stuff no matter how much I insisted. So you know, not judging her mother's parenting skills, but I'm lowkey judging her mother's parenting skills. After that they go to McDonalds and another man gets in line behind them and leaves around the same time they do. Theresa thinks that this man is also following her. And then, a man who was on the corner started walking in their direction. For some reason, Theresa thinks all... ... these people are spying on her. Which is total bullshit in all honesty and is incredibly paranoid behavior. However, Norman doesn't write it that way and instead writes it as Theresa just knowing what the fuck is up. When she gets home, Theresa calls the operator again and this time, instead of taking half a minute to get the number, the operator takes a minute. Please tell me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty certain that doesn't mean that someone has tapped your phone. Aside from that, I've also started to realize just how much Norman really likes to be as precise as he can be with his numbers and it's super fucking annoying to read and I wish that I didn't have to read it. But I am. Blah, Blah, Blah, more boring stuff and then Theresa goes to a movie story with her mom. She gets 2001: A Space Odyssey and apparently that's super, super fucking important because that's how the officials know that Theresa has an alien inside of her. I don't see the... ... correlation but you know what, maybe it's just me who's a dumb shit and Norman was right all along. Besides that, the movie is also super important because Theresa names that white ball of light that flew into her that she dismissed because she thought she was hungry. However, that's just something Norman seems to have conveniently forgotten right now and Theresa has just accepted the fact that it really did happen. "Mom did most of the grocery shopping on Saturday and I usually went with her because Catherine wandered off with her friends." Someone, please tell me how the first part really relates to the second part because I can't make sense of how your sister not going... ... to hang out with her friends would keep you from going with your mom to go grocery shopping. Especially when there's a seven-year difference between you two. One of the gov't officials approaches Theresa when she's alone in the cereal aisle (once again, judging her mother's skills as a parent), and tells her to call her when she's alone. That seems vaguely pedophilic to me, but that might just be me. Either way, Theresa somehow knows that this woman is working for the officials who are watching her. We get another paragraph of a line; "The woman knew that I knew about my watchers. I had often stared at them. So this woman also knew I had to think she was one of them and I... ... had to be curious enough to talk to her." This is so convoluted and overthought. I hate it in every way shape and form. It's so damn repetitive and gets repeated several times throughout the next few paragraphs. But I digress. Theresa goes home and goes to her room and pulls out her cellphone and calls the woman. We found out her name is Jan and we get the most boring conversation in the history of conversations. Yet for some reason, Norman has the audacity to say that... ... it is the most important interview since Moses came down from the mountains. I don't read the Bible, but as far as I'm aware, Moses was never interviewed after he came down with the 10 commandments. Correct me if I'm wrong. Theresa describes the white ball of light in so much detail that you realize, there's no fucking way she could have been able to see all of it if it was "faster the blink of an eye." So I guess Norman conveniently overlooked that part.1 Theresa says she named the white ball of light HAL from the movie. I don't see why, but she did. More boring as fuck conversation giving us the information we already know. We know that the woman's name is Jan now. Jan tells Theresa that they're always watching and listening... ... to her. After reading this I am under the belief that Jan should never ever be allowed to handle any cases dealing with children ever again because she uses so many fear tactics that would absolutely terrify a child. Jan also tells Theresa that she can't talk to anybody or tell anyone about HAL. I don't know about you all, but when I was younger, and someone told me not to tell anybody about something that involved me, I really wanted to tell someone about that thing. More boring as shit exposition that's poorly written and then we jump forward a few days. This is where my suspicions about Norman loving being super precise with numbers were confirmed. He also goes into way too much detail about gardening and weed pulling. Anyways, this is where we learn that Theresa has an aimbot basically. She woke up with a small orange dot in the center of her vision and automatically assumed it had something to with HAL. But she learns it's an aimbot because she can throw rocks and hit a watering can no... ...matter how far away she is from it. She then says it has no use, but I think Norman means that it has no practical use. It has plenty of uses, just not many can be applied to everyday life. Pretty quickly after Theresa finds out she has an aimbot she wants to play baseball with a neighbor boy so she goes to his house and talks to his mom asking to play with him. Except Norman doesn't write 'his mom', no, Norman writes 'The mother.' The Mother. The one true mother of all mothers. The queen of mothers. The mother that all mothers descended from. She is THE Mother. Aside from calling her 'The Mother' over and over again, Theresa tosses the baseball back and forth and doesn't miss no matter what. She comments constantly on how bad Tommy (the neighbor kid) is at this. Eventually Tommy's dad (referred to as 'The dad')... The Dad. The one true dad. The one Dad to rule them all. The Dad that all Dad's descend from. He is the ultimate Dad. He is THE Dad. ... comes out and takes over for Tommy, playing baseball with Theresa. I don't know why, but this came off the wrong way when I was reading it and just didn't seem right. Norman becomes even more repetitive in his writing, "This was August and it was very hot. "Let's call it quits, Theresa" the father said. "It's getting hot."" More shit I scribbled out because it's fucking horrible. Basically so you don't have to live through the same hell I did, I'll summarize even more. Theresa gets super strength because of HAL. She knows this because she broke a steak sauce bottle white trying to open it... ... because she was eating a steak for lunch. Because ten-year-olds can cook steaks for lunch. When I was ten I could barely fucking cook macaroni and cheese for myself. This is all boring as shit but the super-strength makes Theresa want to go and talk to her priest. Father Richard, who is also referred to as Father Donoughty later on (which make me think of the name Father Dick Doughnut ngl). Anyways, Theresa doesn't think her mother could just ask Father Richard about what she didn't want to talk to her about, thinking that priests... ... are bound to secrecy. I don't think they are but I'm not religious so how the fuck would I know. Anyways, Theresa shows she has super strength and blatantly states that the priest probably thought she was possessed by a demon but after going out to talk to Jan he believes... ... otherwise. And with that conversation between Father Dick Doughnut, we get the worst dialogue of all time. So you can suffer with me this time, I'm typing it all out. "These men don't know everything. Only I do. What did Theresa say?" (Jan) "I'm not at liberty to say." (Father Dick) "It's not the usual stuff?" "It isn't." "It's critical you can tell no one. Theresa will be the first to suffer. People will come after her. They'll kidnap her, kill her, or worse." "Who are you?" "I work for the American government" "How many of you are there?" "Hundreds" "That's a lot of people." "Do you understand how important this is?" “I'm beginning to." First of all, boring as fuck. Second, what is worse than being killed? You're fucking dead. I don't think much can actually top that. Third, I don't know if he's asking how many are watching Theresa or how many are working for the gov't. Either way, stupid question. After that absolutely immersive conversation, Father Dick Doughnut says he needs to call the cardinal to have them come watch Theresa. This seems really extreme in my opinion. As far as I was aware, a cardinal has far more to take care of than one little girl... ...at one church in a town that I don't think is that big. Even a bishop probably wouldn't spend their time focusing on that and they're two steps down from a cardinal. But no, Theresa is just too fucking important. Why not just have the Pope get involved now? Or is that... ...too much for you to handle Norman? Ugh. This entire chapter just fucking sucks and it's only the first chapter. Blah, Blah, Blah, Theresa's story about an alien being inside of her is confirmed because Jan said so and she works for the 'government'. Then we get a huge fucking jump over her fifth-grade year where Theresa gets to jump from fifth grade to seventh grade because her hair started to grow in thick thanks to HAL. Apparently, this is a sign of her 'emotional maturity'. I don't see the correlation. At all. At the very end of the chapter Theresa makes the claim that there are "four hundred" people watching her and that's how many people it takes to watch someone 24/7 without being caught. That seems like bullshit to me. In fact, that seems like the fastest way to get caught. It takes maybe 4 to 8 people at most in my opinion to watch someone day and night. But no. Theresa is just too fucking important for only 4-8 people. She needs 400. I forgot to mention earlier, but only the high ranking officials know about why Theresa is being watched. As far as I'm aware, there are only about 20 high ranking officials who know why Theresa is being watched. That leaves 380 people who have no fucking clue just what the hell is going on or why they're watching an 11-year-old girl. That's absolutely absurd. Something I forgot to mention earlier is that Jan claims something came from space 7 years ago and they lost track of it. She assumes that thing is HAL. Keep that in mind 7 years ago. But the fox that Theresa's mother saw was almost 11 years ago. And the fox is what gave... ... Theresa that ball of light. Norman loves to be precise with numbers, but he can't even keep his own fucking storyline straight. This book is hell. But I will keep reading because I apparently love to torture myself.

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natsuxlucyfanfiction · 6 years ago

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Superhero Part 3 (nalu fanfiction)

Yo so what’s good, this is Superhero Part 3 but like...what I wanted to write is a longer idea which in no way I could have written with one post. So basically there’s gonna be a part 4 and possibly a part 5. If you read this and think, “wait, how is this related to Superhero?” it’ll all start to make more sense with the upcoming chapter(s).

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“Congratulations, your highschool days are officially over! Please leave already!” Everyone’s graduation caps flew up as people cheered with excitement, joy, and jubilation. The caps came down in a flurry onto the ex-students. The celebration continued, everyone too caught up in the moment to make a complaint.

Lucy and I did our secret handshake to celebrate while everyone screamed and hugged and cried and leapt for joy. Through our entire lives, we always knew it would happen one day but now it was real. Neat, I guess.

“We did it, we did it, we did it,” Lucy chanted jovially with a sing-song tone. She was the fourth in our class.

“We did it,” I nearly wept with relief.

“This is the start to a whole new chapter of our lives!”

“tHiS iS tHe sTaRt tO a wHoLe nEw cHaPtEr oF oUr LiVeS,” I mocked her. “Lucy, you realize you’re gonna wake up tomorrow and you’re gonna feel zero different and then feel dumb for acting all cliché at your graduation.”

“I hate you!” Lucy whined, hands on her hips. “Why can’t you just let me enjoy the moment for once?”

“What moment? We’re graduating! Why are we all pretending that we liked school? You know how many times I’ve heard people complain about this dumb place?” Giving her a hard time was the best. Her nose always scrunches up and she thinks she looks intimidating, which makes it like 10 times better.

“You are literally the worst, you’re making me want to move to Crocus more and more by the second,” she joked. Freaking Crocus.

“You think you’re soooo much better than me now since you’ve been accepted into Crocus University.”

“No, of course not! Just because it’s the second most prestigious school in the entire world and is extremely hard to get into especially with a scholarship like mine, doesn’t mean that I’m gonna flex that privilege.”

“Very reassuring, thanks,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. It’s not even the best school, it’s the second best. I don’t know why she cares so much. She should just stay here.

“You’re just salty that in less than two months I’m moving hours and hours away,” she said again to tease me, but she wasn’t wrong. There are good universities nearby. Sure, attending Crocus University was a great opportunity for Luce, but she’s leaving everything behind. Even me.

“Yeah, sure. Maybe when you’re gone I can finally get myself a girlfriend,” I said.

“That’s as likely as you attending Crocus University,” Lucy giggled. “It’s the second best university in the entire world, just a quick reminder. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I’m going there.”

“All bow for Lucy Heartfilia!” I’d miss our little banter.

“You’re kinda right though, I’m over this. Wanna go get wings?” Lucy was bouncing up and down with her typical boundless energy. She’s always so excited and full of happiness.

“Tonight, we eat ‘till we drop.” We bumped fists and left graduation in my truck. I gave her the aux cord and hoped she wouldn’t play trash. To my great fortune, the sweet music by Queen flooded my ears. Lucy grabbed the fake microphone we always kept in the back and began singing along.

“Get your party gown and your pigtail down

And get your heart beating baby

Got my timing right, got my act all tight

It’s gonna be tonight my little school baby”

These are the moments I’ll miss. Her next to me, carefree and happy. It’s not like she’s dying, I don’t know why this is affecting me as much as it is. There’s social media which will keep us connected. And she’ll be happy there. She’s been nothing but excited since the second she read “Congratulations!” on her acceptance letter. I spent all my time hoping she would make it in, so I was surprised by how much my stomach dropped when she read the letter to me.

I need to forget about it right now and savor the time I have left. I sped up, way over the speed limit, and lowered the windows. The wind blew through our hair as we both blurted the lyrics to the next song, Hot Blood by Kaleo. I looked cool as heck, but Lucy’s hair flew in every possible direction because it was so long.

Life is good.

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The airport was freaking huge. It took us forever to find Lucy’s terminal. Maybe this was a sign that she shouldn’t go to Crocus. Stop being selfish, Natsu! I kept reminding myself.

“Flight 442, first class passengers please board.” That was Lucy’s flight. Soon they’d call for coach or economy class, whatever it was called.

“This is actually happening,” Lucy said with an out-of-breath tone. After months and months of excitement, it seemed as if reality just hit her. She looked pale and shaky. “Natsu, I can’t go, I’m not ready-”

“Lucy.” I took a deep breath. “Your dreams are coming true. No one ever feels ready to leap into a new era of their life. It’s the few who leap anyway that are the ones who live their happy lives.” I looked in her eyes and saw the same nervousness that I felt. “This is what you’ve always wanted. There’s nothing more that I could’ve wished for than this opportunity for you. I 100% think that this is a great idea.” I 100% want you to stay home, Lucy. Please don’t listen to a word I’m saying.

“You tryna get rid of me or something?” Lucy laughed while wiping unshed tears from her eyes.

“Am I making it too obvious?” I joked along. Of course I don’t want to get rid of her. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad that she’s going and about to live her dream. I just... wish I could be a part of it.

“Flight 442, economy class passengers please board,” the annoying flight attendant announced.

“That’s me,” Lucy whispered with a soft smile on her face. She wrapped me into a hug, squeezing tightly. I hugged her back, knowing this was the last one for a long time. Be happy for her, Natsu. Be supportive, stop thinking about yourself. It was our last moments in person together for who knows how long yet I was silent. I couldn’t think of what to say. Think, Natsu! Come on dude! She pulled away from the hug and I saw more unshed tears in her eyes. I knew she wouldn’t cry here, but the second she sat down in that plane she’d let the tears fall loosely.

Lucy picked up her carry on and pulled out her passport and ticket for the attendant to check. I just stood here and watched her like some creep as she waited in the line. Finally, she was about to go through the gate, I think it’s called, when I shouted out:

“Goodbye, Little Luce!”

She turned around and smiled, a gorgeous smile I’d never forget. “Goodbye my Superhero!” Lucy called out with no shame. She was probably too far away to notice the tears streaming down my face.

The plane left 20 minutes ago, but here I was still at the terminal, as if somehow the plane would turn around and she’d come back running into my arms. A boy could dream. It felt like I was mourning Luce, but she wasn’t leaving my life permanently. We’d still talk everyday.

I drove to my apartment. Usually I’d play some sort of music to fill the silence, but today I just wanted the quietness. Both in the car and at my apartment I just contemplated. What would life look like without Lucy?

A week later I’d start learning at some Automotive school nearby to become a mechanic. I’ve already been working on cars for years so it won’t be too much of a challenge.

I grabbed the remote and switched on Netflix. After a bit of scrolling, I found out all of the Indiana Jones movies were on Netflix. “Sweet!” I selected Raiders of the Lost Ark then grabbed blankets, snacks, and drinks for Lucy and I. It was only when I got back to the couch that I remembered Lucy wasn’t there anymore. Force of habit, I guess.

Man, getting used to this is gonna be tough.

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*9 months after graduation, 7 months since Lucy left*

The thing that surprised me the most was that I was actually learning a lot in school, I thought I knew everything. A mechanic at the nicest shop around took me in as his assistant. My schedule was full between school and the shop. When I get my certificate in a year and a half, I’d begin working there full time.

Lucy and I used to talk every single day for hours. We‘d constantly text or facetime or snapchat, but both our lives have gotten so busy. We still talk everyday (streaks) but not one conversation hasn’t been cut short due to one of us needing to do something.

“Morning Luce!”

“Good morning! Dude have you seen the trailer for the new Avengers movie?”

“No, it’s out?! I’ll check it out when I get home. Class is starting, I’ll call you later.”

Looking back at these past conversations made me realize how short and choppy they were. That wasn’t either of our intentions but that’s how it was turning out and it just really sucks.

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*11 months since graduation, 9 months since Lucy left*

My phone vibrated from the charger when I was watching Brooklyn Nine Nine. I checked it, hoping it wasn’t anything important and I wasn’t called in to work so I could enjoy my day off. It was an instagram notification from Lucy. Apparently she just posted something. After switching my phone off silent, I opened instagram to check it out but was stopped when I got a call from her.

“Sup Luce.”

“Did you see my post on instagram?!” She practically screamed. I turned down the volume a bit.

“You mean the one you just posted literal seconds ago?” She ignored my comment and continued on.

“Check out the post now! Do it! Open Instagram! Like the post so I know you saw it!” I opened up the app and her post was the first one on my feed.

“‘Mark the day, everybody,’” I read, “‘because today is the beginning of Mark and I’s relationship’? Lucy you have a boyfriend?!” She never even told me she was talking to somebody! I know communication has been tough with both of our busy schedules but I didn’t think we were drifting apart so much so that she wouldn’t tell me something like this!

“Yup, he asked me out today. We’ve been talking for a while now, if you know what I mean,” she said with a suggestive tone.

“Congratulations, though I don’t even know who this mystery Mark is.” Making sure to add a laugh so it didn’t look like I was calling her out, I awaited her response.

“If you did know him, you’d love him Natsu. You guys would get along so well.”

“But I don’t know him.” My voice conveyed the frustration that was starting to stir in me, becoming a little louder and more aggressive. Luckily, it was subtle enough for Lucy not to catch.

“Stop being a little wuss,” Lucy joked. “He’s my boyfriend, not yours. You don’t need to know him.” Her tone was so lighthearted, yet I took the words so seriously.

Is that supposed to sting? This whole conversation really just isn’t doing it for me. Not only that, but for some reason now I feel sick too. My gut feels weird. “Well I hope y’all live happily ever after in that dream castle you’d always draw on the back of your tests. Wanna continue this conversation later? I gotta deal with a client for the shop.” I was currently sitting on my couch with a show on Hulu paused.

“For sure, see ya!” And with that, one of the hardest phone calls of my life came to a close. I don’t know how I feel about this Mark guy. Whoever he is, I don’t want Lucy dating him. It’s not my choice, that’s obvious, but I thought she’d at least consult me about whether she should date him. Or, you know, tell me about him! Is our friendship slowly deteriorating? Maybe I’m just thinking about myself too much, or like, being too possessive of a best friend. She doesn’t have to tell me everything. Lucy can do whatever she wants.

I ignored the tight feeling in my chest and continued watching Brooklyn Nine Nine. The episodes passed by but they didn’t register. My thoughts consumed me. Anxiety about my friendship with Lucy just made that already weird chest pain feel worse. I didn’t cry but boy did it feel like I was gonna. Was our friendship dying? All I know for certain now is that I’m the king of overthinking.

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3rachachoo · 6 years ago

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Disruption

Stray Kids x Divergent au

Chapter 1

Summary: When the order in the factions of the old city of Seoul starts to fall apart, one skeptical young Erudite decides that it’s no longer safe for her to be around the people she trusted... and that she’d be better off with complete strangers. Surprisingly, those said unfamiliar people seem share her point of view.

Genres: pretty much everything ranging from angst to fluff this is gonna be one heck of a wild ride

Warnings: violence, foul language, mentions of depression, suicide and death. Don’t read if you’re easily disturbed by such themes, please!

Word count: 3, 420 words

A/N: sorry for the wait! Also, for the sake of this series and keeping from changing the ages of the hyung line, I had to change the age at which teens take the aptitude test to choose their final faction (I moved it from 16 to 18 and even 19 in some cases). I hope you understand. Enjoy ❤️

~ Preview | Ch. 1

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Data File #1: Two Years Earlier

You were 17 years of age.

It meant nothing to you, but to other people of your age, it would’ve meant everything; in only a year from now, you’d be taking the aptitude test to finally choose your faction.

Truthfully, it terrified you.

You’d heard stories from your peers, saying that some people could be kicked out of their faction if they didn’t perform well enough--becoming Factionless in the process--and that some people were unhappy with the outcome of their choice. With you being Erudite-born, your sense of logic was all that was keeping you from blindly believing such rumors.

However much just simply thinking about the Choosing Ceremony scared you, there was still a bit of excitement bubbling in your stomach whenever you would think about it.

Especially since you hoped you’d be able to join whatever faction Jungwoo or Woojin would choose.

Jungwoo is your brother, older than you by only a year, and Woojin (older than you by two years) is his and your childhood friend. Despite the fact that he’s closer to your brother’s age, and that they both have the same soft, friendly personality, he was always a bit closer to you. The three of you were inseparable since a very young age, and the fact that the other children disliked you back then only made you stick closer together. The two boys were role models for you, and whatever they would do, you wanted to be a part of.

You and your brother weren’t given much attention by your parents, them being very important in the higher research laboratories within Erudite, so you had to learn to take care of yourselves on your own. Woojin’s presence made things easier as well.

You felt that your life wasn’t so bad; sure, it had its ups and downs, but you never thought that you could come to be truly unhappy--

--until you realized that the two most important people in your life had to take their aptitude test for the Choosing Ceremony in just two days.

The truth hit you harder than you expected. Of course, you had figured a long time ago that they’d have to choose their faction someday, ahead of you at that, and that Woojin and some other teens had even been given an extra year to think about their future faction; however, you’d have to spend an entire year alone, without their company to comfort you, and you’d have to face the the sarcastic and witty remarks of the other Erudite teens by yourself. Chills ran down your body at the mere thought of it.

“How am I supposed to survive an entire year on my own..?” You thought.

“You just have to show everyone that you’re not to be messed with,” chirped a voice to your right. Startled, you snapped your head in the person’s direction. Had you really said that out loud?

“Woojin! What the heck?” You exclaimed, holding a hand over your heart. The boy laughed and took a seat in the space next to you.

“Shh, we’re in the library, remember?” He whispered playfully, poking your side. You rubbed your ribs where he attacked you and shot him a glare. “What brings you here in the first place? It’s pretty late and this is very unlike you,” he finished. You sighed, remembering your little walk around Erudite headquarters earlier.

“I needed some time to think...” you said, looking away from him. You should’ve known he would somehow manage to follow you here. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey... it’s not like we’re leaving forever, you know? There are people from different factions who visit each other every once in a while.” He said, rubbing your back soothingly. You ran a hand through your hair at his comment and sighed.

“They rarely let us visit anymore, Woojin. The factions are beginning to be weary of each other and it shows.” You stated, and Woojin’s hand stopped on your back. You glanced at him quizzically, and your eyes met.

“We’ll find a way. There’s always a way.” He answered, if not declared. His voice sounded sure, and the look in his big, dark eyes was full of certainty. You let yourself be convinced for now.

“If you say so. You better remember those words, though.” You said, standing up from your seat. Woojin stood up as well, and you both quietly made your way out of the library.

A few minutes later, you both reached your house, and a not-so-happy looking Jungwoo waiting by the entrance. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he was clearly trying his best to look intimidating. Keyword: trying.

“Where were you both and what took you so long?” He asked, wearing what looked like his best attempt at a glare on his face. You approached to poke his side, but he dodged right on time. He grabbed your shoulder and sighed, frowning. “Answer me.”

“I took a walk to clear my head and winded up at the library. Woojin stalked me and joined me.” You responded, ignoring the offended scoff that escaped the mentioned boy’s lips. An amused smile betrayed Jungwoo’s mock anger.

“And none of you thought it would have been nice to tell me?” He questioned, Woojin scratching the back of his neck as you rubbed your arm in light embarrassment.

“Sorry,” you appologized, “I didn’t think I’d take so long...”

“I’m sorry too, I’ll let you know when something happens next time.” Said Woojin, and you tensed at the mention of a “next time”. Your brother looked at you with curiosity.

“Y/N, you okay?” He asked, and you tried to play it off by shaking your head.

“It’s nothing, we should get some sleep. Woojin, you’re staying over tonight, right?” You said, patting Jungwoo’s shoulder as you made your way towards the door, only to be stopped by his grip on your wrist, flipping you back around.

“Y/N, I can tell when you’re hiding something. What’s going on?” He pressed, the look in his eyes showing nothing but worry. “Didn’t we promise to talk to each other whenever we’re going through tough situations?”

You immediately recalled the promise you all made when you were younger, on a day when nothing seemed to be going well. That time, it was Jungwoo who’d been hiding something. You sighed, signaling for them to follow you inside.

“It’s just the Choosing Ceremony. That’s all.” You muttered, once the boys had taken a seat on the sofa in the living room and once the door had been locked behind you. “I’m afraid of what will happen once you both decide which faction is for you, because lets be honest, I doubt any of you want to stay here.” You finished, pulling a chair from the kitchen and sitting in front of them. They looked at you in silence, not knowing what to say. You knew at that moment that you were spot on, and your heart dropped.

“...And that’s fine. ‘Faction before blood’, right?” You uttered, your voice breaking a little. You held your hands together on your lap tightly, or else you were sure you would break in tears right in front of them. “If that’s what you both feel like you need to do, then do it. I would do the same if I were you.”

Woojin was the first to react, reaching for your hands. He bit his lip lightly. “It won’t be the last time you see us. I promise.”

Jungwoo suddenly stood up, startling the both of you, and wrapped his arms around Woojin’s and your neck in a tight embrace. Woojin laughed, pulling the two of you closer, but you were so shocked and touched that tears began to roll down your cheeks. Affection was rare among Erudites and most saw it as a weakness, but not you. Not any of you.

“Just... try to endure it. I know it sounds incredibly selfish and cruel, but you need to get out of this hellhole too, Y/N.” Said your brother, running his hand through your hair and pressing your head onto his shoulder. His voice was strained, and you knew it hurt him as much as it did to you.

Back then, you’d never have thought that he could have been hiding so much from Woojin and you in that statement alone.

+ + +

The next two days before the aptitude test were just full of smiles and activities that the three of you enjoyed doing, like solving each other’s riddles and going around the faction headquarters, fixing broken items and doing “smart” things of the sort. Your last stop of the second day was the library, just to read some interesting books together. It was already getting late by the time you all headed out, and you were about to go back home when you remembered that you’d left your jacket on one of the chairs inside. You told the boys to start walking ahead and that you’d join them in a bit. They rejected the idea, telling you that they’d wait, and so you ran back inside to get your neglected item.

Once you came back outside, you didn’t see them straight away, and wondered if they’d actually done as you’d suggested. Confused, you walked forward onto the path you usually take to go home when somebody yanked your arm and pulled you against one of the sides of the building. You were too shocked to scream, but all thoughts of fighting back left your mind when you realized that it was Woojin who had dragged you there. Confusion was written all over your face but he only held a finger up to his lips, as to tell you to be quiet. You nodded quickly, looking over his shoulder to find your brother, pressed against the wall of the library as well, but looking blankly ahead of him, eyes wide as if he’d seen a ghost. You were about to ask him what was wrong when he turned his head to face you, a single tear rolling down his face. He was pale and his hands were shaking. You were speechless.

Woojin grabbed Jungwoo’s arm and urged you both to step out, going back towards the main entrance of the library. Once he was sure nobody else was around, he faced the two of you, a solemn and serious look on his face:

“We’re taking a different way back home tonight.”

+ + +

Once you got home, Woojin practically dragged your brother into his room and shut the door behind the two of them. Too confused and astonished to bother knocking, you practically collapsed on the sofa in the living room. Curiosity was eating away at you, but you decided against pushing the information out of the boys straight away. Whatever happened while you were gone must’ve been serious.

After what felt like hours, Woojin walked out of Jungwoo’s room, shutting the door behind him as he made his way to you. You immediately sat up on the sofa, eagerly waiting for him to enlighten you on the situation. Woojin only sighed and knelt down in front of you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You waited for him to talk.

“Y/N... I need you to promise me something.”

You hesitantly nodded, unsure of what he was getting at. He looked straight into your eyes, and for the first time in what felt like your entire life, you were unable to figure out what he was feeling.

“I need you to promise me that no matter what happens, you’ll be careful around other Erudites from now on, regardless of who they are.”

You were left flabbergasted, barely managing a weak nod. Why was he telling you to do this? It’s not like you had anyone else to trust anyway. He held out his pinky finger to you, and finally mustering up the energy to move, you locked your own pinky with his.

“It’s a promise, then.” He concluded, ruffling up your hair with his other hand. He was about to get up when you pulled at the hem of his shirt, catching his attention once more.

“I waited because none of you said anything, and I thought you’d tell me later but... what exactly happened while I was gone?” You questioned, and when he looked away, you tugged at his shirt again. “Can’t you tell me? What about our childhood promise?”

Woojin gently removed your hand from his shirt, and looked at you with an unreadable expression, which you could only make out to be close to apologetic.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow... get some sleep for now.” He muttered, giving you a bittersweet smile as he walked back into Jungwoo’s room, which they normally shared during sleepovers. He gently shut the door behind him, and you fell backwards onto the couch’s pillows.

You reluctantly shut your eyes as you regretted not reminding Woojin that tomorrow, he wouldn’t have time to see you...

+ + +

You woke up the next morning with a start, tumbling off the sofa and crashing onto the floor. Groaning, you rubbed your face with one hand, adjusting to the light seeping into the room through the windows. You froze once you realized that it was way past noon and that the aptitude test must have concluded by now. Throwing yourself onto your feet, you ran towards your brother’s room, only to find the door wide open and the inside void of his presence.

You stood there for a moment, unable to think about what to do next. You tugged at your messed up strands of hair in frustration, biting your bottom lip. That’s when you saw the sticky note against the door, and ripped it off in haste. You scanned through the words written on the piece of paper.

“We’ll be back later. The test went well. - Jungwoo”

You crumbled the note in your hands and let out a cry of anger as you tossed it across the room. First, they decide to not wake you up on time to accompany them to the aptitude test, and then they head out to God knows where, expecting you to be perfectly fine with it? Ridiculous.

You threw on a jacket and ran out of your house, towards Woojin’s. They had to be there. You picked up some speed only to slow down once you got there, knocking loudly on the door. Nobody answered.

“Kim Woojin! Jungwoo! I know you’re in there!” You yelled, pounding on the door. You kept at it for what felt like hours before giving up and sliding down against the door, your back pressed against it. Your eyes were full of angry tears that began to run down your face in exhaustion. Had you been wrong? Had they never been inside in the first place? You had no idea, and the thought of this entire ordeal was killing you. Just what exactly were they hiding?

At a complete loss for what to do, you returned to your house, flopping down against the door frame of your brother’s room.

The two boys hadn’t even left you for good and yet, in your entire life, you’d never felt so alone.

+ + +

You hadn’t realized you’d somehow fallen asleep until you rose up from your bed, in your room, realizing that you weren’t seated in front of Jungwoo’s room anymore. You practically jumped out of bed and ran towards your brother’s room again, only to collide with something hard and crash backwards onto the floor. You heard somebody else groan in pain and you instantly got up again.

“Y/N, what the--”

“Jungwoo!” You yelped, throwing yourself onto him in an embrace, too relieved to scold him for what happened yesterday straight away. “Where the fuck were you?” You exclaimed, clasping your hands on his shoulders, demanding an answer. He looked at you in awe, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“...I just went out with Woojin to look around Erudite one last time.” He said, and as much as you wanted to believe him, you doubted his words.

“You could’ve just taken me along with you both. Do you have any idea how worried I was?” You decided to play along, telling yourself that you’d pry the truth out of him before the Ceremony began. Your brother was a terrible liar.

“I do, judging from how you passed out in front of my room by the time I got home.” He teased, and you slapped his arm in defense. He yelped, rubbing his shoulder while he stood up, helping you up as well. “Lets go, I’m sure Woojin hyung is already on his way.”

You both made your way out of the house, and to the Choosing Ceremony.

+ + +

Once you both arrived at The Hub, you made your way to the Erudite section, where your parents, Woojin’s parents, and Woojin himself were already seated. The place was crowded and very full, and the chattering was dying down by the time you and your brother made it to your seats. Woojin smiled at you, but you glanced away awkwardly. You didn’t know how to feel.

Your parents smiled at you and your brother, and despite only seeing them after so long, you couldn’t help but smile back a little. It’s not like they were horrible parents, and despite not always being there for the two of you, you knew they were good people. They did their best; the best they could do as Erudite parents, at least.

You then remembered that you needed to hear what happened two days ago from Jungwoo, and you were about to grab his arm when the representative of Abnegation began his speech. You curled your hand into a fist at the terrible timing.

After the speech, teenagers from all factions began to be called to the front, where bowls with items representing each of the factions were displayed on a long table. You grew impatient, bouncing your leg and chewing on your bottom lip in nervousness. You glanced at Jungwoo, just to find that he was already looking at you. He placed his right hand onto your left hand, since you were seated to his right, and squeezed it. You felt your throat go dry, and swallowed hard. “Jungwoo--”

Right at that moment, his name was called, and you looked at him with wide eyes, like a deer in headlights. He stood up, smiling gently at you and ruffled your hair for the last time.

“Take care of yourself, okay Y/N? I’ll see you soon.” He whispered.

And with that, your brother said goodbye to your parents, and to Woojin and his parents. You held back tears as you saw him walk down the stairs and stroll confidently onto the front of the room, cutting his hand with the knife at his disposal and spilling his blood...

...into the Abnegation bowl.

You swear the whole world stopped moving around you.

Why... would he choose to go so far away from you?

Deep down, you knew he was made for Abnegation. He had to be. He was sweet, selfless and couldn’t stand to see other people in pain.

Regardless, the pain in your chest was sharp, and it didn’t feel like it was going away anytime soon.

Your brother then proudly walked towards the people of his new faction, and was welcomed warmly, disregarding the comments of disapproval among your Erudite peers. You looked at your parents, and were shocked to see them completely emotionless, as if they’d seen his decision coming from a mile away.

You felt like the biggest fool in the room.

To make matters worse, the moment you looked in Woojin’s direction, his name was called as well, and he locked eyes with you from were he stood.

He must’ve seen the silent tear that rolled down your face, because he mouthed what looked like the words “don’t cry”, as he smiled to you for the last time. Your heart felt like it was going to shatter into a thousand pieces as he made it to the front of the room, spilling his blood into the Amity bowl.

Unable to look any longer, you shut your eyes and inhaled a deep breath. All noise around you seemed to have disappeared, and you let the tears you were holding back spill freely from your eyes.

From then on, you were truly on your own.

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A/N: Hi again! I know this was a very confusing chapter, but I swear things will get clearer as the story goes on. I’ll be adding the rest of the boys after this, so look forward to that! I appreciate feedback ;D

- JC

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mewmewchann · 6 years ago

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DanganRWBY (Chapter 0) - The Killing Game

The students are given new rules.

(Yeah, it’s about time, I know.) (Anyway, the prologue is finally done! Now we can get on to chapter 1! And the first murder...*evil laughter*)

If you have any questions and/or reactions for this fic, send it in!

“...Okay, that’s definitely not a real Beowolf.” Weiss said with a raised eyebrow.

A few things had happened when Beochi revealed himself; the majority of the students looked at the thing with confusion, Ruby had stepped back a little, Velvet had squealed in shock and ran behind Yatsuhashi, and Weiss had made that comment.

“Zip it, ice queen!” Beochi said in that grating voice again, pointing an annoyed finger at Weiss.

“Where did that thing even COME from!?” Velvet asked, shivering slightly while starting to move back from behind her teammate.

“Behind that desk, apparently.” Emerald answered. “Anyway, Weiss has a point, that can’t be a real Beowolf.”

“What makes you so sure?” Yatsuhashi asked, while safely guiding Velvet back to her original position.

“It’s tiny.”

“Good point.”

Ruby was looking at Beochi, dumbfounded, with her legs rooted to the spot.

Jaune’s gaze narrowed on him. “...What...Exactly are we looking at?”

Ruby shook her head. “Whatever it is, I don’t like it...”

“ANYWAY!” Beochi shouted, causing everyone to stop talking and turn back over to him.

“Thank you.” He continued. “Anyway, welcome back to Beacon Academy!”

Jaune sighed. “We never LEFT Beacon Academy.

“HEY! Don’t back-sass ME, blondie!”

Jaune tutted and rolled his eyes.

“Can you please just get to the point?” Ruby asked.

“Patience, please!” Beochi continued. “I’m getting to that!”

“Get to it quicker.” Jaune said bluntly.

“WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT BACK-SASS!?!?”

“Jaune, I don’t think it’s a good idea to rile that thing up…!” Ruby whispered.

“Okay, okay.” Jaune put his hands up a little in mock surrender. “Fine.”

“Thank you, miss Rose!” Beochi said. “You seemed to be the only thing to shut him up!”

Ruby froze.

Beochi blinked. “...What, was it something I said?”

Ruby turned around, her wide eyes fixed on him.

“Say...” She stuttered. “...Say that again.”

“I was only saying thank you...Ruby.” He put extra emphasis on the word “Ruby”.

Ruby flinched back a little. “...How...Do you know my name?”

“Oh, COME ON!” Beochi threw his hands up and sighed. “If I didn’t know who all you freaks were, how would I have put your names on those letters!?”

There was an eerie silence.

“...What? What did I say this time!?”

“Wait,” Sun started. “So what you’re getting at is, you know who ALL of us are?”

Beochi nodded. “Right you are!”

“...Okay, this is definitely too creepy to be the professor.”

“I already pointed that out earlier, Sun.” Fox said.

“Yeah, yeah. Anyway, as you were saying?”

“Thank you!” Beochi said. “Good to know that there actually are some polite people here! In fact,” he clicked his fingers. “Why not have something to help with that?”

Ruby suddenly felt something buzz in her pocket. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her scroll, which was vibrating. She opened it up.

The first thing she noticed was that the scroll’s layout was completely different.

The menu it was on had a blue background with a few applications, but only four were available; “Profile”, “Messages”, “Map” and “Regulations”. The Regulations app was flashing, so thinking that it was the right way to go, she tapped it.

The scroll moved to a dark blue menu with white text across it. The text read:

“Academy Regulations:

1. Students may only reside inside the school campus.

2. Nighttime is between 10pm and 7am, and some areas are off limits during this period.

3. Accessing off limits and locked areas is strictly prohibited, but some locked areas may be eventually unlocked.

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7. The headmaster can add additional regulations to this list at any time.”

“As you can see,” Beochi continued with a smirk. “I’ve given you a list of rules to follow during your time here!”

Ruby looked up from her scroll uneasily. A lot of these rules didn’t sit right with her. Looking around, she noticed the others were all checking their scrolls. (except for Fox, who had quickly whispered something to Coco, who whispered something else back to him.)

“So, we aren’t allowed to leave?” Yang asked. “Like...At all?”

“Well, the area you’re allowed to stay in extends to part of the area outside the campus, and there are some buildings around the campus area. You’ll see what I mean if you go outside later.”

“What about rules 5 and 6?” Sage asked.

“Huh?”

He pointed towards the text on his scroll. “The text has been encrypted and is basically unreadable. Are you going to reveal what it’s supposed to say?”

“Oh...” Beochi’s smirk grew wider. “I’ll get to that in a second. Those two rules are the most important rules on this list.”

Ruby shuddered. She didn’t know whether it was the look in Beochi’s eyes or the way he said it, but whatever it was, it gave her an even worse feeling than before.

“And another thing,” Jaune said, his unusually cold voice cutting through the air.

“What is it, Blondie?”

“The way these rules refer to you.” His eyes narrowed. “Headmaster Beochi.”

The room suddenly went silent.

“Oh, of course!” Beochi said, jumping upwards. “I forgot to fill you in on that part.” He cleared his throat, but it sounded a little more like a robotic growl. “The professor isn’t available, so I am acting as your headmaster during your time here at Beacon!”

An eerie silence swept across the room, as some of the students had turned nervously to each other.

Jaune simply raised an eyebrow. “...You cannot be serious.”

“Why, do you object?”

“I mean, really. You? The headmaster? Please.”

“What did I say about back-sass, Blondie!?”

“Don’t call me ‘Blondie’.”

“I CAN CALL YOU WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT!”

“Tch...”

Ruby stared at the scene in front of her in disbelief.

This thing’s acting as our headmaster? What the heck’s going on!?

“Anyway!” Beochi continued, snapping the group back to attention. “As the Timelord mentioned earlier, I haven’t filled you in on two of the rules on this list. So allow me to do that now~!” He cleared his throat again. “As I pointed out to Barbie Doll a few minutes ago, you aren’t allowed to leave. But...There is an exception to that rule. You can leave...” He smiled nastily. “But you just have to do one teeny tiny thing...”

Almost as soon as Beochi had said that, a deathly chill swept over the room.

Whatever he had to say couldn’t be good.

An evil grin erupted across the thing’s face.

“You have to kill someone!”

At those words, the deathly chill swiftly changed into utter dread.

“K-k-kill someone…?” Ruby stammered.

“Well technically,” Beochi continued without batting an eye. “You have to kill someone and get away with it. But I bet you weren’t expecting me to say THAT!” He cackled and jumped in the air excitedly. “To get outta here, you have to get away with murder!”

“Uh...” Ruby said nervously, looking around at the others. “Okay...Ha ha...Very funny-”

“I’m not kidding, little red.” Beochi replied with a smirk. “Check your scroll for proof.”

Ruby felt her scroll buzz in her pocket again. There had apparently been an update to the rules, so she checked the regulations app.

When she opened it, her eyes widened in horror.

“Any student who kills another student without being discovered shall graduate.”

Rule 5 had been decrypted, and what was written there made her blood go cold.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me...” Jaune muttered. He also had his scroll out.

“We have to get away with murder?” Mercury said with a cold glare aimed at Beochi’s direction. “What the hell are you talking about!?”

Beochi gave him a sarcastic glance. “I think your ears need cleaning out, buddy. I literally just explained it to ya. You have to get away with murder if you wanna leave! As long as somebody’s blood is on your hands, you can leave! But first-”

Pyrrha immediately objected, cutting him off. “H-hey! Stop messing around! We can’t kill each other!”

“Of course you can.” Beochi said to her, with an unnaturally sweet smile. “Doesn’t take much to drive a sword into someone’s gut, or hit ‘em over the head really hard, or shove their head into a pool for a few minutes, or tie a REALLY tight rope around their neck...” He started drooling a little. “Oh, the endless possibilities to end your friends’ lives~!” He immediately composed himself. “But as I was say-”

But before he could finish, something happened.

“Okay...” Yang growled, her eyes flashing bright red. “NO.”

She shot over to Beochi like a bullet and picked him up by the neck.

“Wh- HEY!”

“You shut your fucking mouth and tell us how to really get out of here, you little shit.” Yang said coldly, not letting go.

“I already told you!” Beochi growled, flailing around to release himself from Yang’s grip.

“Like hell you did!” Her red eyes burned brighter. “Tell us how we really get out of here or I’ll rip you to fuckin’ shreds!”

“Put me down this instant!” He continued flailing in her tight grip. “I am your headmaster! Unhand me at once, young lady, or you will receive a punishment-!”

“YOU’RE NOT! THE FUCKING! HEADMASTER!” Flaming sparks flew around her as Yang tightened her fingers around Beochi’s neck.

“Yang, hold on!” Ruby said desperately.

Jaune raised an eyebrow. “Yang, you’re breaking rule number 4. We haven’t even been here a day and you’re already breaking rules.”

“SHUT IT, JAUNE!” Yang screamed, only making her grip tighter.

It was then that Beochi stopped flailing. His limbs drooped down, and a repeating high-pitched beeping noise echoed through the amphitheatre.

It didn’t take long for them to figure out where the noise was coming from.

“Uh, Yang?” Nora started. “The tiny Beowolf is beeping!”

The heat from Yang’s aura started to dissipate as she looked over to Nora. “Huh?”

“It seems to be making some kind of recurring high pitched noise...” Penny said, putting a finger to her chin.

The beeping noise continued, but when it started to get faster, Jaune had a sudden realisation.

“Yang. Throw the tiny Beowolf.”

“What?”

A tone of urgency entered his voice. “YANG YOU HAVE TO THROW IT NOW!”

“Wait-” Yang started, looking down at Beochi in her hand.

He had gone completely limp, the orange eye had gone dark and the yellow eye was flashing in time with the beeps.

Her eyes snapped back to their usual colour.

“AGH!” She grabbed the thing with her other hand and threw it.

In Scarlet’s direction.

“Wait, what the hell-!?” He started, as the flying Beochi hit him in the torso. “Gah-!”

“I DIDN'T MEAN THROW IT AT SOMEONE ELSE, YOU IDIOT!” Jaune shouted angrily.

“AND WHY DID YOU THROW IT AT ME!?” Scarlet seconded, now holding Beochi in his hands.

“I don't know, you were closest!” Yang stammered.

“No, he wasn't!” Mercury said from the other side of the room.

“SHUT IT, MERCURY!”

A devious smirk suddenly appeared on Scarlet’s face. “Let's hope you can catch as good as you throw!” He threw Beochi directly back at Yang.

“Wh- HEY!”

Jaune held his head in his hands, as the beeping continually got faster. “Oh my god...”

Yang’s eyes turned red again. “WHY THE HELL DID YOU THROW IT BACK!?”

“WHY DID YOU THROW IT AT ME IN THE FIRST PLACE!?”

“YOU take it!” She threw Beochi back at Scarlet.

“You're the one that picked him up, YOU take it!” He threw Beochi back at Yang.

The beeping was reaching a fever pitch by the time Yang got it back again, and she was ready to throw Beochi back at him.

“NO, YOU TA-”

“OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD-!” Jaune immediately snatched Beochi out of Yang’s hands, and threw him at the ceiling.

The beeping got faster and faster as Beochi was flying through the air, until…

He suddenly exploded.

The fiery explosion startled all of them, and no-one said anything until the heat died down.

“Wh...” Ruby started. “What the…!?”

Jaune sighed. “Just as I thought.” He walked back to his original position next to Ruby.

Yang’s eyes were still fixed on where the explosion was.

“That...” Her eyes faded back to lilac. “That coulda killed me!”

“THEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU THROW IT AT ME!?” Scarlet shouted angrily.

Yang turned around to face him. “I thought YOU had it!”

“NO!!!”

Nora sucked some air in through her teeth. “I have a feeling that this is going to be REALLY important later...”

“Hopefully not.” Ren replied.

“Why is no-one mentioning the fact that Yang threw a LITERAL BOMB at my teammate!?” Sun asked, angrily pointing at Yang.

Yang turned around to face Sun. “I didn’t know he would explode!”

“You totally did.” Mercury said from the other side of the room.

“SHUT IT MERCURY!”

Sage gave Yang a cold glare as Scarlet walked back next to him.

“Just don’t do it again.”

“Okay, okay! Jeez!” She said. “But...Beochi’s gone right? We all saw him explode!”

“Three...” Jaune said quietly.

“Not now, Jaune. We can find a way out of here now!”

“Two...”

“Now that Beochi’s dead, we don’t have to kill each other anymore!”

“One.”

“YA REALLY THINK SO, BARBIE DOLL!?” A voice growled from behind her.

“Huh…?” Yang turned around, only to find Beochi, perfectly fine, standing back on the podium.

“OH GOD THERE’S MORE OF YOU.”

“Yup!” He said with a nod. “The guy that created me made hundreds of copies in case I ever got destroyed! It’s called life insurance, honey.”

“Grr...” Yang clenched her hands into fists. “DAMN YOU…!”

“Anyway, as I said, there’s no other way outta here! Unless you get your hands dirty with your friend’s blood and the others are none the wiser, of course.”

Scarlet gave Beochi a cold expression. “And how exactly do you expect us to kill each other? Because last I checked, you've apparently confiscated our weapons.”

“Huh?” Ruby said, immediately running her hands over the belt where she usually kept Crescent Rose to check the validity of Scarlet’s statement.

Crescent Rose wasn’t there.

And when she looked over at Jaune, Crocea Mors wasn’t sheathed on his belt either.

Scarlet was right.

“It's not gonna be like a gladiatorial arena!” Beochi objected in mock horror. “That’s just barbaric!”

“Coming from the guy literally telling us to kill each other.” Mercury replied with a raised eyebrow.

“Zip it. And to answer YOUR question, Edgelord, I want to keep this as professional as possible!”

Scarlet looked at him in bewilderment. “...‘Edgelord’...?”

“THAT’S the part you’re focusing on!?” Neptune turned over to Beochi. “And how exactly will us killing each other be professional?”

“Well, I was trying to explain it...” Beochi flashed a glare at Yang. “WHEN BARBIE DECIDED TO TAKE A STEP TOO FAR OUT OF HER BOX.”

Yang gave him a burning glare back.

“Well Yang’s not gonna grab you now.” Jaune said. “So tell us. How will you make mass murder professional?”

“Glad you asked, Blondie! At least SOMEONE in this school has manners!” He glared at Yang again. “Well, you’re gonna take part in what’s called a killing game!”

“Killing...Game…?” Ruby repeated, still not believing what was happening.

“Jeez, does everyone here have a hearing problem? Yeah, a killing game. Allow me to explain the rules.” Beochi mimed putting on a pair of glasses and flipping open a book.

“As the regulations on your scrolls stated, you aren’t allowed to leave the school. There’s enough resources for you to survive and your dormitories are open, so I don’t see a reason for you to leave. However, as I mentioned before, there is something you can do that gives you a one way ticket to the outside: getting away with the murder of someone else. BUT...” He raised a finger. “There’s a catch.”

“Every contract has a catch...” Coco said with a glare. “What’s the catch?”

“Well said, Rich Kid!” Beochi mimed flipping through the pages again. “The catch will be decrypted in three...Two...One...Now.”

Ruby’s scroll vibrated again, so she checked the regulations again.

Rule 6 had been decrypted this time.

“After a student's death, the other students shall participate in a class trial to find the killer. Participation in class trials is mandatory for all surviving students.”

“‘Class trial’?” Blake read out loud.

“Yup!” Beochi replied with a nod. “Y’see, this is where the “getting away with murder” part comes in. If one of you idiots mans up and decides to murder someone, I will hold something called a class trial. Everyone will have to argue to find out who did the dirty deed and disrupted the peace.” He mimed taking the glasses off and snapping the book shut. “Killing someone is all well and good, but you gotta get away with it if you wanna leave.”

“So if someone kills someone-” Sage started.

“I think you mean ‘when someone kills someone’.”

“No.” He continued. “If someone kills someone, you expect us to solve the murder?”

“I doubt it’ll be very hard for you, Timelord.”

“...Do you just have nicknames on tap or something?”

“Prrrobably.”

“Wait...” Weiss said, raising her hand as if asking a teacher a question.

“What’s up, Ice Queen?”

She slowly put her hand down. “Well, if the murderer gets away with their crime, they are allowed to leave, right?”

“Yeah, I just explained that-”

“What happens if they don’t?”

The room went silent again.

“I mean,” Weiss went on. “What happens if we find them out?”

“Oh…!” Beochi smiled nastily again. “I’ll explain that when the time comes.”

“‘When the time comes’-?” Ruby started, before shouting at Beochi. “Stop saying ‘when’! We aren’t gonna kill each other! We just can’t!”

“You say that now, little Red,” He gave her a nasty smirk. “But I don’t be surprised when someone changes their tune.”

“But we aren’t going to kill each other!” Tears were starting to form in her silver eyes. “We’re gonna find another way out of here!”

Beochi stared at her for a few seconds, before bursting into uproarious laughter.

“AHAHAHA! I LOVE YOUR DRIVE, LITTLE RED! But like it or not, someone here is gonna betray you!”

Ruby’s eyes widened. She looked around desperately, as if begging for help.

It was then that she noticed that everyone was staring at her.

“I...” She started. “...I-”

“Well then!” Beochi snapped. “Consider the opening ceremony over! Feel free to wander around the academy, but...” He smirked. “There’s no hope in trying to find another way to escape.”

Ruby was taking in struggled gasps of air.

“I...GH-!” She immediately turned tail and used her semblance to bust through the amphitheatre doors.

“Ruby, wait-!” She heard Yang say as she flew off.

Ruby sped through the halls and up some of the floors, before stopping at her dorm, where a scanner with a white image of a scroll on it and a doorbell hung next to the doorframe.

She scanned her scroll on the scanner, which flashed with a green light, causing the door to unlock.

Ruby slowly opened the door.

The medium sized room was painted a beige colour. It had a desk next to the window with a matching chair and a small typewriter, some paper and a scroll charger on top of it, a table with two small chairs and a bed with a red and white cover and a pristine white pillow.

Ruby was still shaken by the so-called opening ceremony and didn’t know what to do.

So she fell face forward onto the bed, hugging the pillow around her face.

This...This can’t be real…

Chapter 0: Prologue – completed! Students remaining: 19

• Team RWBY ◦ Ruby Rose ◦ Weiss Schnee ◦ Blake Belladonna ◦ Yang Xiao Long • Team JNPR ◦ Jaune Arc ◦ Nora Valkyrie ◦ Pyrrha Nikos ◦ Lie Ren • Team SSSN ◦ Sun Wukong ◦ Scarlet David ◦ Sage Ayana ◦ Neptune Vasilias • Team CFVY ◦ Coco Adel ◦ Fox Alistair ◦ Velvet Scarlatina ◦ Yatsuhashi Daichi • Mercury Black • Emerald Sustrai • Penny Polendina

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ayekanaru · 7 years ago

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SHIPPING INFO. Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. Don’t reblog.

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?:

#IDontKnow2k17

I mean...not Yosho and Ayeka, for sure. Ew. *Michael Jordan voice* Stop it. Get Some Help.

if you want romantic otps, I guess it’s Ayeka/Ryoko/Tenchi and even then, as I’ve mentioned before, I don’t go nuts for it. It’s just the ship that makes more sense for me. I don’t go nuts for the more popular Ryoko/Tenchi and yet that also makes much more sense than Ayeka/Tenchi -- I think because I see the latter as working better as friends. Ayeka has had such bad luck with romance, I’m just happy somebody who isn’t her direct family LIKES her XD

For the maybefriendsotp-but-we’re-not-really-sure-category, I like the dynamic between Ayeka and Mihoshi. Partly thanks to the lovely @mihoshi-kuramitsu since it’s through our threads that I was able to think deeply about these two, and how Ayeka thinks about Mihoshi. From the OVA we got a glimpse that maybe Ayeka respected her/her reputation/her title as Galaxy Police officer, until she started living with her XD But at the same time, in lots of domestic things, Ayeka never fails to be next to Mihoshi and I like to think it’s through that that Ayeka begins to understand -- or at the very least, see where Mihoshi’s coming from.

At the same time, lookit episode 7. Their Episode 7 interaction never fails to make me laugh and also cringe a little now as an adult. Ayeka is MEAN when she’s in extreme rival mode. Mean mean MEAN. Poor Mihoshi!

SASAMI AND AYEKA, BEST SISTERS 4EVAH. Urd, Belldandy and Skuld who?

FOR FRIENDOTPS THOUGH -- this is a recent one comparatively, but I love the idea of Umi from Magic Knight Rayearth and Ayeka hanging out. I feel like they’d get together so well, since they’re both from rich families yet pretty subdued in their personal selves. They have quiet chats, or sometimes are just content to be next to each other in their worlds. Oh! And Ayeka could teach Umi how to sew (Umi hates sewing), while Umi can teach Ayeka how to bake (Umi’s an expert baker!) I HAVE LOTS OF OTHER HEADCANONS, I’D JUST HAVE TO REMEMBER THEM AND ALSO THEY’RE CONTEXT/SITUATION-BASED. (Umi would be the tag team partner with Ayeka while fighting. FRIENDLY BANTER ENSUES ♥)

And for a little blog crossover -- ironicaly enough, I think Skuld and Ayeka would be more acquaintances than friends. Ayeka may treat her like the kid that Skuld doesn’t want to be treated as (seeing her like she sees Sasami), and Skuld may see Ayeka as a classy lady, someone like Belldandy, someone to look up to...until she sees Ayeka and Ryoko XD. deja vu, yo.

I also think Ayeka and Skuld would not interact a lot? Like. They’d be quiet together, to the point of not wanting to get together. (Or get angry and destroy the universe, both have some tempers!) IDK, their relationship may mirror how Ayeka feels about Washu? Blah.

(For the record, I see Ayeka and Belldandy getting along swimmingly.)

And then there’s some people from ZOIDS too, but I’ll leave that for later because apparently I can crossover two or five series with ZOIDS. Jeebus I have a problem.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:

Anything so long as it’s not incest*, torture porn, pedophilia and look, just pick up your local doujinshi with Ayeka in it, especially as the submissive, innocent type, and anything in there is off-limits, there you go. (Weeps for humanity.)

*And considering the incest mess Tenchi Muyo! has, this gets complicated. I recognize and know why Ayeka loved her brother as both brother and man, but I also know that Yosho didn’t want her that way thank Tsunami, and their families created their engagement for political reasons. Not good reasons, but it is what it is. I’m not up for any incest of any kind, either way and Tenchi's case is a hullabaloo, hoo-boy, but yeah

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:

If romantic: I’d rest easier if both muses were 18+, but if there’s like…a 40 yr-gap and both are human –unlike say, everyone on Jurai who are millennia old and some random person from Earth– I’mma just close the ‘X’ and back away. (My parents have a 22 yr-old gap, I know what I’m saying.)

Other than that, *shrugs*

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:

Based on personal roleplay experience, yep-a-roonie. Also, some of the questions below answer why, besides the fact that I’m choosy as heck. More so with Ayeka, because she doesn’t seem to ‘search’ for love, if you know what I mean.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?:

Once it gets into groping territory and some clothes are startin’ to be shuffled. I don’t rp smut on here at all. just because it’s extremely uncomfortable,

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?:

Didn’t you ask me this in the first question? Go up there and read again, yo.

…Unless you meant on Tumblr…in which case…

(Most of these are as friends, because i’m a boob. If you’re not on here I JUST FORGOT I SWEAR)

As I said above, I love how Mihoshi and Ayeka have gotten enough development thanks to @mihoshi-kuramitsu. Same goes for @asktenchi -- it’s refreshing to see Tenchi written almost the same way as he is in the Okuda manga, only with more memes sass and “oh god why am I even here why do I do these things????” Tenchi feels real, man. I like that the dynamic between Ayeka and Tenchi gets explored because YEAH they need it.

I love how all the active Ryokos can get something out of Ayeka. The quiet chill and quick liners from @galacticdemon -- the sparse canon and domestic from @spacepirate-ryoko -- and the balls off the wall insanity that is @bringerofdxmons -- they’re all so great and I love that I can have Ayeka reflect on aspects of Ryoko with them <3

I like the banter and general interaction with Nappa! @nappainanotherdimensionI think it’s pretty cool that Ayeka gets to interact with another alien, as it were, who’s not from the Masaki household, and who actually forces her to rethink things. To top it off, his thoughts and (for her, out of the blue) occasional words of support surprise her. Think of it this way: you know what your family thinks about you, so you might not care as much -- but when a friend tells you things, you feel like you exist.

Dandy and Ayeka are best pop-duo 100/10 @pyoniumyankee I gotta get back to our threads, but Ayeka’s learning to keep up with Dandy, let’s just say!

@invenina never fails to have her muses be fast friends with mine IT’S AN AMAZING ABILITY. Though with Carmilla, Ayeka’s starting to feel more like “the friend that wishes she wasn’t a friend, but would probably still get a froyo* with you.” Ayeka sees Carmilla as a young upstart (haha young geddit) who’s rough but at least is better than Ryoko in the sense that she's not a pathological liar and someone who’s trying. She’s got a young nation-state in Madripoor, Ayeka sorta gets it.

*I have no idea if froyos are still a thing. I have never tasted one either.

@yunhuntress‘s Fang and Ayeka are so great and full of feels together, that Kat already made a verse for us. It’s such a weird relationship because they’re definitely friends --Ayeka cares for Fang and appreciates her a lot, especially her insights. But there’s also a feeling of...”ARE THEY?????” or is that just me I certainly didn’t mean for it to turn out that way, but who’s complaining, idk mang, you?

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

Yes. Because a) I’d like to know and b) I’m an idiot, I don’t know when’s someone’s interested or not.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:

Not a lot, really…I like thinking about ships, if I have them, and theorizing a lot. But never put anything into play, and if I draw them, I either doodle stuff like here or…don’t draw them at all. The latter is what usually happens, haha. I’m poopy at drawing cute stuff too, so.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:

NAH, SON. It’s an unpopular stance on Tumblr, more so nowadays, but I’m singleship! I’d say why but again, pretty unpopular, so bleh. (I mean…at some point, if something drastic happens, I might change to multiship, but I have a good reason for my stance.)

ON AYEKA HOWEVER, it’s different because she actually has a canon future polyamorous/polygamous marriage! And it’s one that absolutely makes sense out of most anime I’ve seen, haha. So that’s why here I’m singleship, but multiship if polyamory’s involved. AKA if it’s at the same time in one universe, not an AU or anything like that.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

Um…neither…it depends..?

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

#NumberOneFanofKazukiAmameClub

please. lookit them. She basically decides to teach him Juraian martial arts after calling his butt out for not carrying a gun to protect himself (aren’t you, like, a police officer????) and then they fall in love and listen, just based on this pure image alone, and the Masaki men having a Thing for strong women, that this is where it all started...

Also, I love that Seto had a deep relationship with Mikami, and something happened where they basically just separated and then Seto got married to Utsusumi. Like. We had canon lesbians/bi before the polygamy angle. This explains why Seto talks so much to Mikami! And Seto’s harem, I guess....? Now if only Kajishima showed us instead of his shota crap,it would be better! GIVE US THEIR ADVENTURES, THEY PROBABLY PRANKED EVERYONE ON JURAI.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU? :

I guess just ask? I prefer to write enough with someone where I know that our muses know each other well enough, that I could see it happening!

TAGGED BY.

One Gigamillion Years Ago by @nappainanotherdimension

TAGGING. @mihoshi-kuramitsu @yunhuntress @cantusecho @galacticdemon @spacepirate-ryoko @bringerofdxmons @pyoniumyankee @rosabrida @spiritxgun @sammyadorable @personategod @extravachance @reilapsed @invenina @discguise @devilslcg @asktenchi @way-of-flowers

#okayama calling (memes)#rock 'n roll meets the juraian soul (queue)#(finally...i did it....)

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lyriumlotus · 7 years ago

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A New Dawn: Asunder - Ch4

{( A new companion )}

(AO3)

It had been a total of three weeks, since her arrival here, she had stuck mostly to her own district during this time. Only every once in a while wandering further and further into the City on rare occasion, in some attempt to get to better know her way around the place.

In that time, her newfound friends had mostly kept her company.

She had come to realise that Lailani, shy as she originally seemed to be, could be quite chatty,

as well as clingy and prone to cuddling. Lailani reminded her of a smaller sister in some regards. Which Amanita was more then happy to oblige, as many late evenings saw the two girls gossip, well into the night until they both fell asleep atop her bed, soothed by the crackling fire that warmed the room and full bellies from food and drink they had snuck up from the evening dining halls.

These nights felt like fairytale sleepovers to her, The kind she had read about in books about human princesses and spoiled daughters, which was a thing she never imagined she would ever experience for herself. She could still recall her own childhood having been one where her Clan was forever on the move, for fear of staying immobile too long could attract human groups that would wish to cull or kidnap Dalish elves into slavery.

Her childhood into teenage and young adult years, was not a peaceful one at all, and even now as she looked at the blonde elf sleeping before her, whom occasionally whimpered from some old lingering nightmare of a memory from her time before.

She knew despite their differences, Lailani probably felt much the same as the two took great comfort in having someone close enough to completely relax around.

She would reach over on these nights, when nightmares disturbed her friends fade dreams soothing her hair from her face and telling her she was safe and all was well, until Lailani fell quietly into more peaceful slumbering dreams again

and still every morning she would awake, and arrive to class to find it entirely bereft of even a single student.

Sighing, Amanita took up some chalk and proceeded to write upon the board, in some feign hope that perhaps missing students were just unawares of the times she was meant to teach.

Or perhaps they were simply too shy to approach.

She made a list, asking any willing students to write down their names along with a possible time slot they might wish for her to teach them that she might accommodate to their own timetables if they need her to.

She had already written out a few posters, many nights ago, and placed them on public market boards, it too had little effect on attracting interest.

It was during another morning routine, where she checked in to her empty classroom once again, only to be met with no students and no names yet listed, that a great deal of cluttering and commotion from the next room over, caught her curious attentions.

This block did not see many people especially at this time, and for the most part was void of all life, aside from herself, which was why the peculiarity of a noisy disturbance caused her to leave her classroom and wander next door in the first place.

She peered warily within the room. Empty?

She rapped her knuckles on the side of the opened door.

“Hello? Is someone there?”

Surely this room was where the racket came from?

Another clutter of abrupt noise brought her a final step inside. “Hello?”

Towards the back of the room it seemed many chairs and a few tables had been upturned.

Someone, or rather something was huddled in the back corner.

She could see the movement of its shadow across the back wall, thanks to the sunlight gleaming in through one of the windows and was about to ask them or ‘it’, if they were alright, when somebody brushed past her, and walked into the room.

Amanita jumped and screamed in fright. Clasping her hands to her mouth quickly when said ‘somebody’ ended up being a very offended looking Abelas, as he turned to look over his shoulder at her

“Sorry.. But you bloody scared me!” She hissed in a low breath, slowly lowering her hands to her sides again.

Abelas gestured her to step back

“Stay away, if you will please. This thing can be quite dangerous..”

In his other hand, he held a mop tightly, as if it were some kind of weapon. Then turned his attention back to the huddled mass.

From where she was, Amanita still couldn’t make out what it was, but when the sentinel approached slowly down the aisle of chairs and tables, to then try to push and poke the thing out of its hiding place, she clearly heard a panicked yowling screech.

A cat? It’s a cat????

Her frown deepened and she shot a look of clear disdain towards the Elvhen man’s back.

“You’re hurting it!” She accused.

She saw his shoulders tense before the voice they belonged to spoke “Hush. You know not what you are speaking of” Before he went back to jabbing at it, with the pointy end.

Being told to hush, tended to have quite an opposite effect on her as she stormed fully into the room, coming up behind him and catching the brooms other end before he could jab at the animal again. “I will do no such thing. Look at what you are doing, clearly you have no idea how to deal with cats. You’re only making things more worse” She glared at his back, watching him straighten to his full height and turn to face her, Somehow forgetting how tall he actually was, she found herself now staring up into cold pale honeycomb coloured eyes as they bared down on her in full scrutiny.

“This thing.. is not a cat.”

Huh? She blinked, then leaned to the side to peer past him, at a blue scaled, winged creature with red beady eyes as it sat trembling and hissing under one of the tables. The creature huddled further into the corner as if it somehow wished to be absorbed into the very walls themselves, for it had little elsewhere to flee.

“A Dragon?!” Amanita exclaimed in excitement, pushing past Abelas to better see the mythical beast

“An actual living breathing Dragon! I can’t believe this! This is.. this is wonderful! .. Never in my life did I ever think I would get to see one!” She let out an elated breath.

Abelas scoffed as he came to stand beside her, at her ludicrous observational skills.

“I assure you.. It is no dragon.. It is in matter of fact a dangerous vermin”

She went to step forward, but found herself yanked back again instead

“I was serious, when I said this thing is dangerous. He should not be regarded as some pet”

Her handler said, quickly releasing her elbow the moment he realised his mistake when she glared daggers at the sight of his hand on her arm.

“He’s scared is what he is.. You’re scaring him… “ She responded glaring up at him and placing a hand to his chest to make him take a step backwards instead. “Don’t crowd him like this. It’ll just frighten him more” Amanita declared, then looked at the little scaly lizard over her shoulder.

“Let me talk to him...”

Abelas went to dismiss her absurd requests,

but she had already turned her attentions back towards the scaled pest..

So instead, he watched on as she hopelessly got down on bent knee, arms open and proceeded to beckon the pest with promises that it would be alright.

It wouldn’t be.

He would be sure to place it in a more suitable cage this time around he silently promised, as he sighed looking down at her. “You are wasting your time.. “

She ignored him. “Come on beautiful.. I won’t hurt you.. I promise.”

“He isn’t some tame pet. He is a untrustworthy, savage thing” He repeated. Clearly to no avail.

The woman had selective hearing.

“Its okay.. I know you’re scared.. No one’s gunna hurt you...”

“As I said…-” Abelas went to continue,

then stilled when he saw the scaled rodent look precariously from him to her a few times.

In the next moment that followed, It scurried quickly across the floor, like some horrid snake with legs, to be scooped up into the safety of her arms. “There you go.. There you gooo~… You see? Every things alright” She cooeed

Whereas Abelas could only tense, waiting for it to turn on her viciously.

It didnt seem to be happening any time soon however as seconds turned into minutes, and slowly but surely she stood up, turning to face him with a content lizard purring in her arms like some kind of smug faced feline. Watching him with little beady evil eyes.

His eyes narrowed on the beast, and Amanitas eyes narrowed on him.

“Don’t even think about it…” She warned.

His eyes snapping back up to hers “With all due respect Miss Lavellan. I am incharge of keeping this thing secured”

“Well clearly you’ve been doing a piss poor job of that.. Look at him… He was frightened almost half to death.. his heart was racing ten to the minute...”

She frowned, soothing her hand gently over the little monsters’ horned head.

“He’s only a little baby.. haven’t you ever cared for something before???”

She asked him quizzically whilst being unable to tear her own eyes away from the wicked thing that kept up its charade of purring.

“He is no dragonling, but an adult, I assure you… And it is none of your concern for I really must take him.” He held out his hand expectantly, and the beast quickly perked up in alarm then wriggled and twisted from her arms upto her shoulders to wrap itself around her neck, hiding under her brunette wavy hair.

“I’m no expert on Dragonspeak but I don’t think he wants to go with you...”

She mused.

Abelas sighed, pinching the top bridge of his nose.

It had been one heck of a long day, and he could feel a headache forming at the very edges of his mind.

“Regardless. I must ask you to hand him over.. If he is lost, it will be my neck on the line. Not your own. I am Sorry. But I must take him with me.”

The blue creature yowled and screeched then puffed up its chest, held its breath for a few seconds to suddenly release again, to blow a puffball of fire in his direction as warning.

The ball of fire was only small because the dragon was himself small, and Abelas simply side stepped the pitiful attempt of an attack to watch it fizzle weakly past and into the wall at the other end of the room, where it dissipated into a whiff of smoke leaving behind a small scorch mark that disappeared seconds later, because of course the buildings were magically reinforced to rejuvenate themselves against minor damages much like the Arlathanians gardens did.

“Well, I don’t think he likes you” She observed, crossing her arms.

“And seeing as you are clearly ill equipped for taking care of things.. I insist he stays with me for the time being...” She asserted chin raised high in challenge.

“This isnt about what he ‘likes’, and its not the kind of matter up for debate” Abelas shook his head, his tone seemed to slightly rise now as he finally started to lose his patience with the two and began rounding in on them.

“Mythalen is under my guard. I alone was tasked with keeping him under guard. A duty I happen to take very seriously.. He cannot be left to wander the City alone, or to be passed on to some Dalish who has never even seen a dragon, let alone have any clue about the seriousness of the issue at hand.”

Towering over them, seemed to have little desired outcome as it only seemed to equally cause the ire of the woman that firmly stood her ground.

Eyes alight, like an angry fire warning him without words, not to dare push her too far.

Abelas again went to reach for the lizard behind her ear, only it ducked again, hiding behind her, then it seemed to change its mind, as a better idea popped into Mythalens head, and it slipped and slithered its way in and down the back of her neck, under her clothing.

He could only watch on helplessly as the beast positioned itself around her front, a small lump moving and making its way to at last nestle finally in the middle of her chest.

His own hand shifted in response to grab for it before realising his mistake and snatching his hand away in absolute horror for were he ‘almost’ touched when she shot him an even more furious look.

“Keep your hands to yourself” She threatened.

That clever little scaly bastard.

“I didnt mean- .. I was only-” He felt embarrassed now.

Like he had the label ‘pervert’ stuck to his forehead in big glowing letters.

Even though it was the furthest thing on his mind, as he only meant to catch the serpent.

And where he should have dropped the subject matter entirely then and there,

he instead continued defensively.

“As If I would do such a thing to a woman, especially with a Dalish of all people..” He countered disgust written all over his face, though the rest of his defence fell quickly on his tongue, realising his idiotic mistake the moment the flicker of hurt crossed her face.

“I …. I did not mean it like that” He stammered trying to correct himself “I only meant-”

“I know what you meant...” She shot back hotly.

He quickly fell silent.

Amanita stepped forward, making him take a step back.

“He stays with me… And if you try to lay so much as a single finger on either of us, I swear to Mythal herself… You will regret it”

Another step forward, causing him to take another back.

“And another thing, I don’t care who you think you are… or what your duty is.. I won’t stand by and watch you frighten and harm some poor little dragon.

However unqualified you think I may be to care for him, It’s still clearly a step or two above your own obvious expertise. So unless you go fetch someone else more capable of caring for him. I refuse to hand him over to you.”

His jaw tensed, as the two of them stared each other down.

This woman was becoming like some kind of a personal persistent headache, popping up everywhere he went, somehow, in a monolithic kingdom such as this.

It had only been three days. Mythal preserve him, was he in for more of this over the next couple of years to come?

He sighed finally gave up and stepped away

“Very well Miss Lavellan, have it your way if you do so desire..

At least until I can find better more suitable arrangements for him, but If he is lost or damaged at all before then, it will be on you and you alone.

Do you understand?”

She nodded, looking as pleased and as smug at him, as Mythalen had been earlier.

Abelas sighed, shook his head and waved her off, as he began picking up the mess of chairs and tables.

She was angry with him about the dragon business, but she wasn’t going to be rude,

so instead, she silently began helping him.

The classroom soon looked as untouched as it had before with the two of them working on either side as far away from one another as could be done, to right the room once again. When it did, Abelas, with the persistently grumpy face he seemed to be born with, left without so much as a single word.

Which frankly, suited her just fine.

“You can come out now.. the big grump is gone..”

She said down to the lump on her chest. It moved and slithered its way up to peek out of the collar of her robe, seeing she was indeed correct and Abelas was gone,

it arched its head back to happily sqwark up at her then rub its little snout against her chin.

She almost died then and there for the little guy was so unbearably cute with its little blue face and sparkly red ember eyes.

Dangerous her ass.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………

She was utterly infuriating, Abelas muttered to himself failing to notice or care of the few glances cast his way as he stormed through the city grumbling to himself.

Absolutely clueless and arrogant and self assured and-

He would have to find some way to keep track of Mythalen so the creature couldnt slip away again, something she might allow, so he headed to deeper into the thick of the markets square.

A corner store, appearing tiny from the outside, a boldly cursive sign at the top declaring the stores name as ‘CuriousCreatures’.

The windows were lined with many tiny little trinkets, like skulls and crystals for staffs, herb poaches and beast skins.

Abelas entered through the little glass door, a chime above his head signalling his entrance.

“Yulan. Are you here?”

He called into the store.

The lighting wasnt the best here, for Yulan was convinced too much could faden and damage books and artefacts.

The only light coming from a few well placed candles.

The store itself was musty and yellow, likely because everything within it was very old and untouched in terms of restoration.

Yulan didnt like people tampering with original items, He’d claimed their creators magical touch could be lost when another mingled in and muddied their own energies to the works.

A small blast, that caused Abelas to panic momentarily until he heard a familiar cough following straight after it, came from the back of the room.

“Yulan?”

“Yes, Yes, I’ll be right there!” a voice responded.

Smoke billowed along the ceiling way, making its steady way out and into the main store, but a spark of light from a green bottle Yulan had popped the cork on, pulled the toxic fumes back, into its bottle to be dissipated into nothingness again.

Alchemy was his forte, although not everything was a success clearly.

Yulan himself however, looked a different matter.

Eye glasses protected his eyes, yet the rest of him looked as though he had crawled out of a sooty fireplace.

“Ah~ Abelas.. It’s good to see you down here little brother. What can I assist you with today?”

“I need a charm made… Possibly a small collar or something..”

He followed Yulan over to a sink, watching the male peel of his work gloves and toss them in.

“And what or who is this charm to be made for?”

The Alchemist took off his apron, hanging it on the rack nearby, then slipped off his protective eye piece to wash his face.

They had readily accessible magic for that. Even potions that could disintegrate any dirt or muck, off a person, but Yulan rarely relied on using anything then what he could easily do himself.

“Miniaturised Dragon. About 30cm long. Closely resembling one of the Abyssal High breeds.”

Yulan whistled.

“Dragons are a powerful entity. The shifters or the True Dragon born. I wouldn’t take this matter too

lightly, if you are wanting a charm for one. Even a miniatured Dragon.” “I had no intention of doing so.”Abelas answered “Which is why I came to you.”

“And you had tried magic containment previously I presume?” Yulan inquired, beckoning him to follow.

“Certainly. I had not countered the cunningness of the creature to scratch away the rune markings that helped contain it”. He sighed, following behind “So I placed it into a metal cage, the second time around, and it managed to use fire magicks to peel away at the Runework to escape again.”

“And where is it now?”

The other elvhen scratched his chin and looked to his books and magical artifacts as they walked down the aisles.

Many were covered in layers of dust or the occasional cobwebs, Abelas had to resist brushing them away.

“A woman. A Dalish, interfered and seems to think she has rescued the thing..” He grunted

“I thought it best if I let the woman hold onto it for now, buy a little time so I could get hold of a better alternative.”

Yulan laughed, “It is common women have a softer spot for animals and creatures alike, then we ourselves tend to do. I suspect its a motherly instinct at the heart of it.”

“It’s annoying, is what it is” Abelas remarked.”What I really need, is something to help me find it if it should attempt to flee past the City walls...”

The two made their way down a few shelves to the back of the room and the Alchemist slipped a small chain from his neck, with a bundle of keys dangling from its bottom. He plucked one from the lot and unlocked an old cabinet, then pulled out an old chest and sat it on the reading table to his left.

Abelas wandered closer, curious, and when The Alchemist opened it, it revealed to be well packed with stones, pouches, focusing items, and scrolls. “Guard stones?” He arched a brow

“Dar’Valen Massalinty” Yulan remarked gathering up what looked to be a velvet black pouch, he motioned for Abelas to hold out his hand, and the sentinel obliged him, as Yulan tipped its contents out.

A few red bloodstones fell into his hand.

Abelas could feel them giving off an immense pulse as they reacted to the magic within himself. “These are no ordinary bloodstone?” He remarked.

“Nothing in this store, is ordinary” Yulan chuckled.

“True enough” The old sentinel nodded, waiting for Yulan to continue.

“These stones are all paired to find one another.” He said, taking one of them from Abelas.

He smiled “Watch and you shall see by what I mean” then he wandered down the other end of the aisle, held it out and spoke “Vasheem dela’arvelan~”

In seconds it lit up from within, as did one from the Pile Abelas held.

As Yulan slowly walked back towards him, the thrumming magic increased dramatically.

No noise, just vibration.

When Yulan turned the stone in another direction, the light and vibes died slowly.. When he focused it back towards Abelas, it again increased.

“Although, not originally made for thieves and murderers or escapees” Yulan plucked the glowing one from Abelas.

“These stones were originally made for whimsical lovers, slaves mostly, whom found themselves trapped under different ruling Gods. It was believed that if a time ever came that the wars would end and the gods would be gone, then the lovers could find themselves to each other once again.”

He pocketed the two stones then took the others from Abelas to slip them back into their pouch. Placed the chest back and locked it again.

“I suspect it also provided them with comfort, to know what direction in the World, their lovers usually were too, though sadly, as you could imagine, many of them did not survive those wars.

I was fortunate enough to purchase these from an interesting fellow. The original creator of said magic stones. Though, I don’t believe he realised just how useful these things could be..”

Abelas followed Yulan to the front of the store again.

“I will have to do a little extra tinkering, to make it so the dragon cannot remove the stone from itself.. But, all things considered, I should have it done by the end of the day.. and I will have it delivered straight to you at that time.”

“Thank you Yulan, I owe you brother” Abelas nodded, pleased.

He should have come straight to Yulan before, but no matter, for soon enough he wouldn’t have to stress over the little scaled vermin.

#a new dawn asunder #abelas/lavellan #abelas #lavellan #oc lavellan

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crystalwillow · 5 years ago

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Commitment Issues (Updated & Edited) - Oliver x F!MC

A/N: If you have a male MC and see my imagines and are getting annoyed that I never/haven't yet written anything for male MC's, it's because I have only played as female MC's mainly in the books I have played and wouldn't want to write something that made no sense in the way it reads to a male MC player. In the future I will try to write for male MC's but first I would have to play as them in a few stories. I hope you understand and enjoy this fiction nonetheless :)

TW// Mentions of physical and emotional abuse. If you are easily triggered by this stuff, then I would recommend either skipping it or not reading this fiction any further. If it helps, it’s starts when you (MC) start shouting at Oliver.. Oliver also inflict temporary harm on MC at her request, so his father doesn’t beat him any further. Please know that he regrets every action he takes through this part of the fiction and it is very brief.

Much Love,

tyrilsnightbloom xoxo

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It was your 23rd day of being stranded on the beach as consequence from being thrown off the damnation for putting the crew in danger. Many of the crew told Robert he was being too harsh as it truly was an accident, they had helped plan the rescue mission you were going to undertake to get Edward back. But regardless Robert wanted you off ship, it was thanks to Charlie and Maggie that you had been given the opportunity to disembark from the ship yourself instead of just being thrown into the middle of the ocean like Robert wanted. In the past few weeks, you had roamed the island to see if you were alone, scavenged all the food you could find close to where you had set up camp and gone fishing in the ocean with your bear hands. You’d also sent smoke signals from your camp fire and made a massive ‘help’ sign made from branches, twigs and vines, which you had burnt in hopes of raising alarm from a passing ship but you’d had no luck, All you had now was the firewood for your campfire and ‘HELP’ written in rocks, stones and shells you had collected written on the sand in hopes somebody would see it. But all too quickly 10 more days past and the weeks soon turned into roughly 2 months. You had run out of food on the tiny island and were now relying solely on you fishing abilities.

One day as you were coming back up for air you heard distant shouts and tried to find the direction of which they were coming from. “A mermaid Carlos! I swear I saw one!” a male voice shouted, “Mermaid?! You’re out of you mind Benjamin. They’re nothing but a fairy-tale character!” whom you assumed to be Carlos shouted back at him. “Lieutenant, can we get closer please? I’d love to see it up close!” the voice you now identified as belonging to Benjamin shouted out. You rolled your eyes then took a deep breath before diving under water to try and capture a fish. As you came back up for more air, you saw the ship was getting closer so you thought it best to leave the ocean for now and swam back to land and stood on shore ringing the water out of your hair lying on your blanket made from woven together leaves to dry off underneath the Caribbean sun. You heard the people aboard the ship shouting as the ship docked and they moved around deck trying to witness the mermaid. Meanwhile one very stoic faced man stood at the bow of the ship staring in your direction, squinting as if he was trying to see something. When nobody was looking he grabbed his spyglass and looked through it in you direction, smiling slightly when his suspicions where confirmed. He put is spyglass away and went to disembark but stopped himself as he neared the side of the ship to deploy the ramps. While he hesitated you turned over, facing your back to the sun in order to warm up and dry properly.

You got comfortable and started falling asleep when you heard footsteps stop beside you in the sand. Not moving a muscle, you slowly opened you eyes and waited for something to happen. Your heart beating out of your chest “Just kill me already or whatever it is you want to do” you thought to yourself as you were laying there. But nothing happened, instead you heard a familiar smooth voice “Miss… Bellamy?” it said softly, and you slowly turned your head in the other direction and looked up. “Ollliver?” you questioned , thinking you were hallucinating. “You uh… you seem comfortable out here?” he said with a confused tone and look on his face. It was then your eyes went wide and you felt mortified. You were laying on a beach naked in front of a Royal Navy Lieutenant and his fellow officers. “Shit!” you cursed under your breath and slid your hands under the leaf blanket, closing your eyes and rolling over so you could get up and to your clothes. After you were dressed appropriately you faced Oliver, “What’re you doing out here?” you asked him as you sat on a log. He sat opposite you “I could ask the same of you” he smiled softly as you locked eyes for a brief moment. You chuckled and looked at your burnt-out fire and sighed, silence hanging between you. “I got kicked of the ship.” You finally spoke, “Why?” he asked. “Well I told you didn’t I? Your father isn’t who you think he is. He used me and Edward as bait to sink Poseidon’s Revenge just like I said he would. Shot straight at it with his canons. Whole ship and a crews whole life gone. Just like that. Then I stupidly jumped in to save the crew as it was already too late to get them to turn around. And now your father’s off trying to find some compass with Edward aboard his ship who, he’s most likely enjoying torturing. Whilst the rest of the crew I was with try to beat him to the compass and stop him from taking it. But We almost got Edward back you see. Though your father saw us coming on board the damnation and started readying his canons to shoot at that. It’s only because my leadership skills we got out unharmed but because I put everyone in harms way. I’m here. So tell me now. Why are you here?” you spoke coldly, Oliver’s face falling more and more at every mention of the misery his father was currently causing because he believed you and somehow knew every word was true. “Miss Bellamy I- I’m so sorry that he-“ Oliver started speaking shakily, “Save it. Unless you prove you different by your actions, your just as bad as your father.” You snapped. Mad at the fact you’d failed your whole crew. Not just Once but Twice. It was killing you and you couldn’t fix it. Not now. Not ever. Especially if you had no way off this godforsaken island, fast.

Oliver moved away from you a little sensing you were irritable. “You don’t even send word to me! I mean.. we share all these moments together but it’s like… it’s like you can’t commit to anything your father doesn’t tell you to do!” You continued to shout. Oliver shrinking away from you even more. “You’re just like him.” He muttered under his breath, his demeanour now sad, shy and hurt. “Always yelling. Never wait for me to give you my answer. Just yell and yell and yell until I feel so awful I snap at everyone else.” He said shakily. You gave him a death glare. “Even with that look. It scares me. I can’t commit to anything else because of him. Because I’m scared of him okay?! There! I admit. I’m scared of my own damn father!” Oliver yelled as his voice cracked and tears fell down his face. You looked at him with sympathy and shock, the stoic, brave man you met gone. Replaced with a broken, fragile version as he sat on a log sobbing into his hands. “O…Oliver?” You said meekly as you stepped towards him, arm outstretched, he flinched and whimpered as he sobbed “Just do it. Hit me already. He would have done 50 times by now” he spoke through the tears. You sat next to him “What? Olly… I’m not going to hit you.” you sympathise and wraps your arms round his fragile frame, taking off his hat and pulling him to your chest. Stoking his hair, letting him cry out everything that was built up inside of him. He hugged you back as he sobbed into your newly dry clothes. “Why do I have to be such a dumb boy? Why am I never enough? For anyone?” He asked, looking up into your eyes through his tear-soaked lashes. His brown orbs now as vibrant as the wet sand on the beach. Hope for an answer all over his face. “Oliver… How long has he ben abusing you?” you asked “Years. I’m turning 25 this year and it’s been going on since I was little. I have scars from lashings from when I would take a girl to meet him. He’d be nice and display the perfect decorum in front of her, but as soon as I’d taken her home and would go back to father. Rope. A spare belt. Heck, even planks of wood. Whatever he could find. I’d get beat with for even thinking of committing to another human or anything else other than him and my job.” He spoke numbly, as he stared at the ground with his head on your chest. “I… I have never um… I’ve never taken a… a uh.. a guy back to him though. I’ve fallen in love with a couple over my time on Earth so far.” He continued hesitantly, as if he was waiting for you to push him to the ground and berate him for saying it. You felt his body tense up, “Oliver. Relax honey pie. I’m not your father. Yes I do get mad and snap at people. Usually at the wrong times but… I would never intentionally hurt you.” You said softly into his ear, comforting him and feeling him relax back into your arms. “… The uhm, the worst scar he’s left… may… may I show you it. To help you understand my… Troubles?” he asked shyly as he sat up pulling away from your warm embrace. You hesitated for a moment, not sure whether or not you wanted to see evidence of what he was telling you. You didn’t know if you would be able to bare it. Eventually you nodded and Oliver rose to his feet, unbuttoning his jacket, removing articles of clothing as you lock eyes with him as he takes of his trousers, you can sense the vulnerability in his being. As he stands back to his normal height, facing his back to you, you hear yourself let out a tiny gasp. “My gosh. My poor baby” you whisper, not realising in the moment what you said but Oliver took notice and made a mental note of it. You stood up and walked over to him, “this one… it looks… fresh?” you speak quietly as you gently touch a welt on his back, causing him to wince loudly at the contact, you jumped back and quickly apologise. “Oliver, how hard does he whip you?” you asked, thick emotion in your voice as you teared up looking at his back and legs. “I got that a week ago. For um… for showing interest in you.” He relayed to you shyly. At hearing that, in that moment your heart shattered. You didn’t ever think you’d cause a man to get beaten just because he showed interest in you. “Oliver I..” you said behind a chocked sob, “Olly. Please.. I like it when you call me that” he smiled gently as he turned around to face you, letting out a deep sigh. You gasped at the almost healed over gash across his chest. You couldn’t control it anymore, you sat in the sand on broke down. This perfect man you were falling for was being beaten because of things out of him control. Nobody controls love or the final outcome of a situation, not really.

He knelt in the sand beside you, this time giving you the hug you so obviously needed, “Shhh my love. I’m going to be okay. I promise.” He cooed as he tried to sooth you and calm you down. You shook your head. “Olly… Olly, I love you. I really do but if it’s going to result in this..” You sobbed out as you motioned to his back, but he stopped you. “Miss Bellamy. Don’t you dare finish that sentence. I would take a million lashings through 500 lifetimes if it meant I got to be with a woman as smart, witty and capable as she is beautiful, like you are.” He whispered as he leant closer to your face tilting his head slightly to the side, lifting yours with a hooked finger by the tip of your chin. In that moment, your lips melted together in a salty teared kiss full of emotion. Why must he be so.. perfect? You broke apart and rested your foreheads together, Oliver letting out a content sigh. “I could do that over and over again and never grow tired” he mumbled so you could only just hear it and you responded with a smile as you both laid back on the sand, staring into the clear blue sky of the Caribbean.

A few moments later you r peace was disturbed by shouts “OLIVER! LIEUTENANT?! Man if we’ve lost him overboard The Admiral is going to be furious” you heard voices getting closer to you, Oliver unfazed. “Olly..” you started but he held up a hand cutting you off. “I know. But let them find me. I’m tanning.” He spoke coolly with his eyes closed making you giggle, getting a soft smile from him. “Look there! In the sand! His Clothes!” a man shouted, and 4 silhouettes drew closer. Upon seeing you they immediately started interrogating you. “Guys. Relax.. He’s tanning” you said as you laughed mocking Oliver’s voice moving out of he way to show them Oliver’s relaxed form. “Oh.. well uh… we’re sorry Miss” the said as their cheeks flushed red from embarrassment. “I suggest you go back to the ship gentlemen. If I’m not back in 15 minutes. Take off without me. Get orders from the admiral and then return here to retrieve me.” Oliver ordered his men, they bowed and backed away flustered. You sat on a log giggling “What?” Oliver said with a bemused grin on his face as he opened an eye to look at you. “They folded their tails real fast” you shrugged. Oliver letting out a low, rich genuine laugh, “I tend to have that effect” he smirked, you shook your head as you laughed and straddled his lap. “Olly? Your.. commitment issues? Would you be willing to work on them?” you asked as you stroked his happy trail. But he couldn’t answer you seriously as you action was tickling him, and he could only laugh “Miss Bellamy that tickles.. please stop” he laughed as you tickled his stomach more and more “Tickle the Lieutenant happens to be my favourite past time” you answered mischievously, his look matching yours as you locked eyes “Is that so?” he asked, tone laced thick with mischievousness. You jumped off of him and began to back away as he got up “now… how to I punish a cheeky lass who thinks tickling a lieutenant, a very serious and important person, is fun?” he pondered out loud before locking eyes with you “Ah yeah. I believe I tickle her back!” he exclaimed cheerily and started chasing you across the beach towards the ocean. Your happy screams and laughter echoing for miles as you hit the water, diving underneath. “I see. So we’re playing THAT kind of game” Oliver mused as he followed you into the ocean. Eventually he caught you and pulled you back onto the shore where he laid you in the sand, straddles your lap, pinning your hands at your sides, grinning down on you as you laughed in anticipation. “Finally… time for the grand punishment!” he proclaimed with a laugh “NOOOOOOOOO” you laughed as he started tickling your sides “I’m calling the police. This is a federal crime!” you joked through the laughter and laughed out his name “Babe please. My sides hurt” you said as you tried to calm down your laughter. Time stopped as Oliver instantly stopped tickling you, looking into your eyes seriously. “That’s the 2nd time you referred to me that way.” He said. “I….” you stuttered. “Do you truly see me that way?” he asked, curiosity on his face. You nodded, “Since them moment we met when you were wearing that tacky ass “pirate” costume, you giggled. He giggled too. “Yeah… it was pretty bad” he admitted as he pushed himself up, offering his hand to help you up.

You strolled along the beach, spotting Oliver’s ship on the horizon. “Guess it’s been waaaaay more than 15 minutes” he said gesturing to the horizon. “well… being stranded with you isn’t all bad. I’m all down for some unlimited love making time…” he grinned. It was then you noticed the tent he was pitching in his underwear, gulping visibly you ripped your eyes away from the sight and back to his faced, which was filled with amusement. “I’ve always wondered what sunset sex on a beach was like you know” he stated as he pulled you closer. “what?” you chuckled, “you know… sex that you have as the sun is setting. I named it sunset sex” he said. “oh… that’s too adorable” you teased with a smile, and he chuckled. The two of you spending a night of passion together before falling asleep under the stars.

As the next few weeks passed, together you and Oliver, played games such as tic tac toe in the sand, as well as teaching each other games from your childhoods. You had competitions of ‘who could catch the most fish’ and challenged each other to running races along the beach. You didn’t know how long it was but the time you were spending with Oliver as you waited for him ship to come back were some of the best times in your life. You slowly felt him starting to trust you more, overtime thanks to the sun and his freedom of being able to walk around naked, which you welcomed, his scars had almost faded. Using his strength he helped you make a shelter to sit under when it rained and using shells and thread Oliver had in his pocket you made shell bracelets for each other to remember each other by when you separated again. But as time went on Oliver got more and more concerned as his ship didn’t return as quickly as he thought it would.

One day Oliver was stoking the fire for lunch as you were catching fish, he smiled as he saw you running back to him, but that smile fell as he saw the alarm on your face. “Your father’s ship! Horizon! Get dressed! Order me about! Whatever. I just don’t want you hurt Oliver. Please.” you pleaded looking in his eyes. He hated the idea and gulped as he nodded, he quickly got dressed and you assumed a position as if you were getting shouted at and beat. “God Miss Bellamy. Please know I hate hitting anyone and I’m sorry for this.” He whispered as he reeled his hand back the way he’d witnessed his father to before hitting him many a times, striking down on you with force “You insolent little bitch! I ordered you to catch me one large fish for my lunch and all you bring back to me time and time again and tiny krill?! I want a sea bass you dirty slut!” he shouts sharply as he continues to beat you with a stick he picked up from nearby, his father storming over. He looked at your tearful form on the ground and then at his son, a massive grin, that made both you and Oliver sick to your stomachs, painting his face. “Well done son! I see you’ve been treating this little nobody well.” He gleamed as he pat his son on the shoulder. Oliver clenched his jaw subtly as he looked at you from downcast eyes apologetically. “What can I say father? Woman are just slaves to us men. If they can’t obey us correctly. We beat them” he spoke coldly, internally repulsed by the words leaving his own mouth. His father gawffed out loud, pride taking over him as he looked at his son, the pride on his face matching the look in his eyes. “Come my son. You can have a proper lunch aboard the ship, and we can leave this insolent little trout to sob weakly over her injuries.” The Admiral said gleefully. That’s when you remembered. Edward. He was still aboard that ship… you could get to him. Oliver glanced at you and saw your brain working. “Actually father. She was another ship’s whore. They no longer had any use for her when they got a new toy to play with. Now I claim her as my whore. I demand she comes aboard ship as well, to get cleaned up and readied to board my ship where she will be kept below deck and only brought out when I need her.” He spoke sternly with his father. You knew he hated every word that was leaving his mouth but in other ways you felt thankful for him being willing to go to such lengths for you. The Admiral looked at you with distain before looking back at his son. “On one condition” he said sternly, “yes?” Oliver replied, “I get to spend the whole of tonight with her. And she better NOT anger me. I expect you to have chosen someone with manner towards their superiors this time Oliver.” He said sincerely. You watched Oliver’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed with his eyes closed before he looked his father dead in the eye. “Tonight only.” He replied. A silence hung in the air, suddenly The Admiral clapped his hands together loudly and laughed, “Right then. Officer Johnson! Have to cook prepare a lovely meal for me and my son here. And sort out accommodation for our temporary… guest.” He said grimacing as he said the last part before walking past you, making sure to ‘accidently’ hit your head with the flask in his hand not bothering to look over his shoulder and apologise. “Hurry along Oliver. Bring your whore with you!” The Admiral shouted back, “Coming father!” Oliver replied as he looked at you apologetically, helping you out of the sand. “I am so sorry Miss Bellamy” he whispered quickly giving you a hug before bounding your hands behind your back and pushing you along. “It’s okay Olly. I still love you and I know you feel for me too” you whispered back in response before you caught up with the other officers, being pushed aboard by Oliver.

As the other lower ranked officers busied themselves Oliver whispered in your ear and he sat you by a post. “Wait here for my father. Don’t risk angering him. I’ll slink down to the brig and see what I can learn from your Captain. If we can get him onto my ship and return him to his crew. It’ll be a win.” The lowly growl behind his words slightly flustering you. “Oh… and don’t anger him. Please. I want to find you in the morning perfectly fine. Not an added extra mark on you okay?” he said mischievously before leaving you alone. You sat in silence as you waited, humming a song Edward always sung to calm your nerves. It was weird knowing you were yards from him yet couldn’t hear his voice. As the day carried on Oliver came to check up on you, in the room you had been given. He came in looking in your direction alarmed, and your heart sank. Checking to see nobody was following, he closed the door behind him before coming over to you in large strides. “He’s in bad shape. Marks all over him just like mine. Dried blood staining his close and he can barely talk.” He told you, you looked at your bread and water handing it to Oliver. Get this too him. He needs it more than I do.” Oliver looked at you, “You’re sure?” he said as his brow creased with concern for you. “100%” you confirmed. “I’ll see to it” Oliver nodded and got up walking to the door. “Miss Bellamy? …. I-“ he looked in your direction but struggled to find the words, so just smiled before leaving the room.

Later that night, you were being escorted by an officer to see The Admiral. After thanking his man, the door shut, and he locked it. This was it. You were trapped until you had given him what answers he wanted. He asked questions about you and Oliver strictly. “So I trust my son has been treating you well Miss..” he trailed off. “Laurence” you replied as level voiced as you could, knowing that was a lie in and of itself. He grabbed your face inspecting to cut on your cheek and slight black eye from where Oliver accidently caught you with the stick earlier, but The Admiral didn’t need to know that of course. “And I trust you’ve been serving my son, catering to his male urges if you will, upon his immediate request?” he questioned with an arched brow. “Yes sir.” You answered quietly, voice barely above a whisper. “what was that?” he said sternly. “Yes sir” you said a bit louder this time. His line of questioning went on for what felt like hours until the question you had been dreading came up. “So are you a loyal whore or will you suck anybody’s cock?” he said abruptly. “I’m loyal. I will only please your son so any freak ass hope you had you can forget.” You spat at his feet with a sudden burst of confidence. “Frankly, men like you deserve to be locked up. Forcing men like your son and Edward into doing you dirty work is disgusting. You’re utter trash.” You said to him with the utmost confidence in yourself. “WHAT, did you just call me?” he bellowed, “Trash. T-R-A-S-H. Trash” you replied, suppressing the grin threatening to break out over your face. “Nobody speaks to me that way. Especially not a whore!” he shouted as he whipped you with his cane. But your scream of pain infuriated him further. The moment felt like it was lasting forever. Every slap and whip hurting your body, more and more. Until eventually, the door flew open and Oliver stormed in. “FATHER WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” He bellowed louder than you had ever heard. “I’d think carefully about your next actions and words my boy.” The Admiral warned but what Oliver done next shocked the both of you to your cores. He reeled his arm back as his arm formed a fist and he punched his father round the face, knocking him out could. Oliver lunging forward to catch you as you fell to the floor as his fathers grip on you loosened.

After a moment of sitting there severely upset, you heard a set of boots stop next to you “Miss Bellamy.” You recognised that voice. “E-Edward?” You said looking up. He sighed, sorrow in his eyes. “Miss Bellamy. I… I’m so sorry” he whispered, and he moved to hug you, but you flinched away, he looked at you with understanding and sympathy and the second man helped you to your feet. You made eye contact with him. “Olly” you whispered and managed a small smile. But he couldn’t smile back. He had guilt written in his eyes. “Let’s get you two off of here” he whispered with a strained voice, the two men helping you to the side of the ship, and across the planks aboard Oliver’s ship. “Thank you men. See you soon.” He said as he cast off away from his father’s ship. “Captain Mortemer. I’m sure you understand that you have to be locked away below deck” Oliver said with no emotion. Edward simply nodded and followed the officers down below deck as Oliver turned to you, finally letting the tears flow from his eyes. “What did he do to you my sweet? How badly has he hurt you?” he said panicked as he took in the bruises forming on your skin amongst the cuts and welts from the lashing you had received. But you could speak. You were too traumatised to even form a proper sentence, “Hold Olly” was all you could whimper out before completely breaking down in front of him. His heart breaking as he held you close for a while. “Oliver. Here’s the supplies you asked for and um.. I brought this for my daughter back home but I’m sure she’ll understand why I’m not returning with it.” An officer spoke as he handed over a beautiful turquoise dress with sheer white laced sleeves. Oliver thanked him and carefully began to clean you up. “I always wondered what it was like to be a medic you know. But I never got the chance to assume the position. Though I supposed following int my mother’s footsteps wasn’t in the stars for me for a while…” Oliver mumbled on telling you little stories of his memories from his mother being around with the softest smile on your face, making you feel comfortable. You winced here and there when he found a deep gash and the alcohol stung as it cleaned the wound. “Sorry” he apologised gently. Soon he was done, tying off the end of a stitch and cutting the thread and covering it so it didn’t get caught. He cleaned his hands and passed you the dress, “would you like some help?” he asked, and you nodded. So he helped you into the dress before asking someone to clear away the medical stuff. Together to two of you sat on the deck, as you rested your head on his shoulder, Oliver continuing with his stories and his voice soothing you to sleep in his arms. He hadn’t noticed and was still talking when he heard a little snore arise from his chest, smiling at you softly he took his jacket off, placing it over you like a blanket, making himself comfortable against the side of the deck, he kissed the crown of your head. “I’ve got you Miss Bellamy. You’re safe with me. We can work through our problems together, my sweet. I hope to lose my commitment issues as I learn to love you. I’ll help return the light to your eyes too. I promise. I love you” he whispered as he closed his eyes, resting his cheek on the top of your head as he fell asleep listening to the gentle lull of the waves. “My father won’t hurt us ever again.” He mumbled before falling into a deep slumber for the night.

Over the next 2 weeks, Oliver helped you start to overcome what happened with his father and apologised time and time again for putting you in that position, together you returned Edward safely to the Poseidon’s Revenge crew and bid them farewell before taking to the seas again with Oliver.

In the years following the incident you and Oliver would watch the downfall of Francis Cochrane and his reign of terror over so many, you’d make many a friend at sea and in port towns. Until finally you and Oliver would settle in a cute little English town not far from where he grew up with his mother. One day he came home from work covered in soot wearing the brightest smile as you picked herbs from your front garden. “Hello, my sweet” he greeted you with his hand behind his back. You looked at him curiously. He smiled as he took the bouquet out from behind his back, giving you a kiss on the cheek as you took it. “There’s a note.” He stated, you took it out and read it. Whilst you were distracted Oliver got down on one knee. You looked down at him, tears in your eyes. “Oliver…” you cried happily. “Look, like I said. We aren’t getting and younger. We’re reaching 45 and 43 now. And I want to spend the rest of my life tied to you. I don’t want to be Oliver Cochrane anymore either. Because every day as him is a day tinged with pain. So, Miss Bellamy…. Would I be able to make us Mr & Mrs Bellamy?” he said hopefully. You cried so many happy tears you couldn’t find the breath to answer his question, so you just nodded. He beamed as hie slid the ring onto your finger, picking you up and spinning you around happily. Both of you laughing as you went inside to cook dinner together.

You may both have commitment issues in some way or another due to his father, but you knew each time you locked eyes. As long as you had each other, you’d get through everything just fine by each other’s sides.

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