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Green Gay Ninja's "team full of strong opinionated leaders" ran into a lot of communication issues on Day 1, but nobody has more experience wrangling loud rowdy people than FitMC.
#FitMC#QSMP#Etoiles#ForeverPlayerG#Forever Player#Purgatory#Forever#Green Team#As someone who's worked as an educator and someone who Cannot Stand People Talking Over Each Other and/or Not Listening To Each Other#This was so hard for me to listen to I started skipping through the VOD because it was frustrating me to a ridiculous degree#but Fit doing this made me laugh out loud#I've definitely been in his shoes before#Q#Poor Etoiles they picked him as team leader but nobody listens to him#Today (or I guess yesterday. I'm queueing this on Sunday and it'll post on Monday) Etoiles was talking about it#and he said he was a bit shy / quiet when they elected him as leader#and he kinda laughed at how he constantly got talked over#meanwhile I'm just like [SEETHES]#It's not actually THAT big of a deal I just have hangups about being spoken over which makes me sensitive seeing it happen to others#regardless of the circumstance#But it is literally Not That Big of a deal here. They're all friends just hanging out going on a roadtrip in Purgatory together lmao#Anyways#When I occasionally catch myself being frustrated over non-issues like this I just give myself a vibe check like:#[Etoiles voice] ''Relaaaaaaaax bro; it's not that deep''#A bit of a tangent but#I think a lot (not all but a lot) of fandom discourse stems from people projecting their personal feelings onto situations#''Well if *I* was in this character's place I'd feel [insert emotion]''#''Therefore my perspective on this matter is objectively correct because I have experience with [whatever] so I know how they'd feel''#I think we all need to remember to vibe check ourselves and take a step back occasionally. Not all experiences are universal#Fit
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Matt Olsen Uploads The Douglas Furs Series Bible Of The Rejected Disney XD Series From 2015 All Art Belongs To Jesse Ledoux
Matt Olsen from Sly Cooper fame & co-creator of Douglas Furs uploaded in his website the series bible of the Douglas Furs a rejected Disney show for Disney XD who sadly was rejected.
The Douglas Furs is an original cartoon series about a community of animals living together in Douglas, an otherwise unpopulated corner of the deep forest Pacific NW. Though they hold down jobs, use complex machinery, and return their library books late, they still remain animals. Itâs like William Shakespeare said, âA bear will always be a bear, even if heâs wearing overalls.â
Characters Names
Barry The Bear: Optimistic Bear with a big heart and that fixes all the problems,supports Douglas to the absolute max, innocence and naivete are components of Barryâs character, heâs no wide-eyed child, speechless and dreamy in the presence of wonder. Quite the contrary! Barry is a loud, active celebrator of every new experience. He loves life! Even the most normal, everyday things can get Barry excited and revved up to a surprising extreme. Though itâs also true that his rabid interest may change in an instant with the discovery of some new stimuli
Mary Margaret:Â Mary-Margaret attends Rutherberry Elementary, She is the Bullhornâs star investigative journalist, a role which she takes very, very seriously. The position feeds her all-consuming curiosity, or as her peers simply call it, âbeing a nosy-pantsâ. Her efforts have single-handedly made the Bullhorn the most-read paper in Douglas, all but putting the âprofessionalâ paper, the Douglas Herald-Gazeteer, out of business. Mary-Margaret is the elementary-school age daughter of Douglasâ leading intellectuals. Her father, Myron, is a critical studies professor at the local university, while her mother, Dagmar, is Douglasâ most esteemed (and only) deep-Jungian psychiatrist.
Beverly:Â Beverly is the single force that keeps Douglas functioning as a city. As Deputy Lieutenant Mayor, she performs all the responsibilities of not only her own position, but also the Mayorâs and several other government officials. Sheâs vastly overworked but somehow manages to hold it together, fulfill all her duties and put out the fires. Sometimes, literally. (Sheâs also a volunteer firefighter.)
Her hectic home life does not provide much of a relief from her career. Sheâs happily married to Garland, who in addition to being father and primary care-giver to their children, is a semitalented landscape painter. Her six kids, three sets of twins, are all very energetic and clamor for her attention.
Viktor: Viktor was a celebrated Cosmonaut of what we would call vaguely Eastern European descent. On his final lift-off â a mission that would have sent him hurtling past Mars and Jupiter to be locked in orbit around Saturn â the rocket he was piloting failed, veered way off course and crash-landed in Douglas. (He suspects the rocket was tampered with by a jealous rival.). Since that time, his main pursuit has been to repair the rocket and resume his mission. However, due to Douglasâs non-advanced state of technological development that goal remains far outside his reach. So, he remains an unwilling resident, but heâs gradually warming up to living in the township. Maybe.
Viktor is skeptical and even paranoid of almost anything outside his world. As such, he rarely leaves his home for fear of saboteurs. Heâs not against helping others, but he wants all the information first and would really prefer it if there was something in it for him, too. This is probably a holdover from his Cold War-esque training.
Rainier Somersett-Psymthe:Â Â Rainier is not only the wealthiest citizen of Douglas, he is also the townâs single-largest employer. He is the current scion of the storied Somersett-Psymthe lineage and, through no effort of his own, inherited the family business: the Silky Beast line of personal shampoos for Him and Her. Due to the hirsute nature of the population of Douglas and surrounding woodland areas, Silky Beast is in extremely high demand. Since the day-to-day running of the plant is handled by underlings, Rainier lives immune from responsibility and has plenty of free time on his hands. The main focus of Rainierâs efforts is feeding his fame. He has a continual hunger for attention and thrills to read his own exploits chronicled and discussed in the local paper. He is a strict adherent to the no such thing as bad press ideal and will perform any manner of ridiculous acts solely to guarantee his presence on the front page.Â
 Barry and Rainier are roughly the same age and share many of the same memories of growing up in Douglas, albeit from completely different perspectives. Where Rainier lives in a gilded mansion built by his great-grandfather and passed down from Somersett-Psmythe to Somersett-Psmythe, Barry lives in a one-room yurt that he constructed himself. Thereâs still a bit of work to be done around the back. No one would ever consider them rivals. No one except Rainier, that is, who considers everyone his rival. Itâs possible that Rainier could be envious of the simplicity of Barryâs existence and attempt to out-simplify him, but that hasnât happened... yet.
Carl: Carl is Mary-Margaretâs classmate at Rutherberry Elementary and the staff photographer for the schoolâs newspaper, The Rutherberry Bullhorn. His ability to fly means that he excels at aerial photography and can get shots from many different angles. Carl is drastically near-sighted and requires a large pair of corrective lenses to approach âeagle-eyedâ. With the glasses on, he can see slightly better than most of the other animals in Douglas, but without them the world is a predominately blue and green blur. In a lot of ways, Carl fits squarely into the classic ânerdâ stereotype, e.g., heâs quiet, bookish, shy, a little physically awkward, etc., but he has other qualities which donât fall so easily under that sad rubric. His parents have imbued him with a strict sense of personal responsibility, justice and honor. Itâs a code of ethics that has been handed down his proud family line for ages upon ages. What Carl doesnât realize is that he is also the subject of interest by many of the other girls at Rutherberry. Unfortunately he is too singleminded to notice their adoration, even when it is at its most blatant. He lives every single day on the verge of either making his feelings known to Mary-Margaret or giving up on her entirely
Mayor Trewfuss: Quincy Trewfuss is the oldest citizen of Douglas and has served as the townâs extremely popular mayor for an astonishing forty-two terms. With one brief exception at the beginning of his career, each of those forty-two terms have been consecutive. At the close of his first two-year term, he declined to run for re-election and happily handed the mayoralty off to someone else. Trewfuss is entirely unsuited for a life in politics. He is skittish, fearful, apprehensive, easily bewildered and opposed to any and all conflict. He lives in an eternal state of being overwhelmed. His frequent response to any crisis is to follow his natural tendencies and play possum. He literally pretends to be dead. It may have stopped fooling most folks a very long time ago but they understand that whatever calamity has come up has pushed him to the edge. So, in response, he is given time alone to regather his senses. As it turns out, itâs become a very effective tool for him. Those on the inside know that he is only a figurehead at this point. His deputy lieutenant mayor, Beverly, actually handles all the significant mayoral duties. Trewfuss reluctantly appears at ribbon cutting ceremonies, poses for photographs with civic leaders, sleeps his way through city council meetings and thatâs about it. Still, he remains perpetually on the verge of a total nervous breakdown.
Link And Louie:Â These two live in a homemade tin roof shanty just outside Douglas, beyond the treeline. Though they attempt intimidation, the town generally regards them as more of a nuisance than a threat. Link and Louie, of course, are oblivious to this and sincerely believe they are genuinely terrifying to the regular squares. Though theyâve never revealed how they ended up around Douglas, popular opinion holds that the last town they harassed, finally had enough and chased them out in a most embarrassing fashion. This accounts for the chips on their shoulders and their âsomethinâ to proveâ attitudes. Link is the instigator, with Louie always willing to go along blindly with any of Linkâs plans. Though heâs never been tested, itâs a safe bet that Louie is not very smart. He lets himself be talked into a lot of Linkâs fairly stupid ideas, most of which involve putting himself in danger of imprisonment or bodily harm, while Link remains safely at a distance. Link consoles Louie by claiming this as an occupational hazard, their biggest fear is Gordon The Sasquatch.
Gordon:Â Gordon is supremely boring. His company invariably brings a slight level of discomfort to everyone he encounters. His stories are long-winded, circuitous and off-topic. He speaks in an exhausted, physically draining monotone. Still, itâs hard to say a bad word against him since heâs never done any harm to anyone. So, those he encounters will often endure the conversation out of kindness and for fear of hurting his feelings. Heâs staggeringly sensitive. Now, this is not to say that heâs not without value. Gordon possesses great strength and is very tall. So tall, in fact, that his head is always out of frame or behind a tree branch or perhaps hidden by a low-hanging cloud. (The home viewer will never see his face.) Just on physical presence alone, heâs an intimidating force and may be called upon to act as anything from security to heavy lifting. In those situations, his size and strength becomes a large enough asset to overcome his crippling dullness. Even though heâs not a âtrueâ citizen of Douglas â he camps nomadically in the woods outside town â heâs generally happy to be of service and always enjoys being around others. Gordon is also a budding folksinger and can often be found with an oversize acoustic guitar, singing his terrible songs to the ears of nature, since no one else â given fair warning â is likely to listen. Overall, heâd really like to meet some other sasquatches
Douglas is a township surrounded on all sides by dense Evergreen forest. Within this clearing is a fully-functioning community of various animals indigenous to the Pacific Northwest. The town is constructed of available materials with homes and buildings suited to each animalâs own preferences. For example, as a beaver, Beverly lives in a log cabin-esque dam on the river. Wood and stone dominate the local architecture, while brightly colored mosses, ferns, wildflowers and lichen provide the embellishments. Greens, browns, grays and blues dazzled up by pinks, yellows, oranges and purples provide the palette. Technology exists only to the level it is needed.Â
Since the town itself is rather small, cars were never necessary and therefore, not invented. A refrigerator, on the other hand, is an absolute necessity. I mean, how else is one expected to keep oneâs salmon puffs fresh? No specific number has ever been ascribed to the population of this small town â theyâre not sticklers for data gathering â but as a sort of reference to its size, hereâs some semi-useful factoids:Â
⢠1 TV channel. All of the programming is made in Douglas by Douglas for Douglas. Not surprisingly, a majority of the shows take place in Douglas. âHot Douglas Nightsâ is appointment television.
 ⢠1 fire department and 1 hospital. Accidents do happen. Of course, when they happen to cartoon characters theyâre hilarious.
 ⢠2 school districts, each with its own elementary, middle and high school. This is really only done so that the grammar teams have someone to compete with... er, I mean, with whom to compete.Â
⢠36 square miles in area. Thatâs the legal US definition of a Survey Township and, by pure coincidence, a remarkably close measurement of our own township. Go figure
 ⢠200 years old. Douglas was founded in the year 1812*. Of course, thatâs by our calendar. Here, they use a completely different system to measure time. Itâs like dog years, but then you have to modulate the formula for each species. Itâs very complex.Â
#Douglas Furs#The Douglas Furs#Disney#Disney TVA#Walt Disney Television Animation#Disney Television Animation#Walt Disney TV Animation#Disney TV Animation#Disney TVA Pilots#Jesse Ledoux#Matt Olsen#Disney XD
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This oneâs for you, @tuxedoelf! It took a completely different turn than expected, but I hope itâs enjoyable!Â
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Itâd started out lighthearted enough. A little tease here and there, a subtle joke, a bit of a nudge, and a hint of a jest.Â
Warrior took it in good nature. After all, the Links deserved some fun after everything theyâd lived through and done.Â
This did not mean he didnât experience a sense of exasperated annoyance when the meticulous knight would wake to find one or more of his items misplaced or hidden. It was often to the snickering face of Legend, the shy and smiling one of Hyrule, the giggling of Wind and the purposefully oblivious Wild that gave away the fact that the pranksters had done something while heâd been resting.Â
They did respect their boundaries and for that, Warrior was most grateful. They never once touched his scarf, knowing of the importance and sanctity it held to the Captain. However, Warrior never did understand why it was him they often targeted.Â
Did he give them some sort of satisfaction they couldnât otherwise receive from the others? He knew why they avoided playing tricks on Time. The Old Man was difficult to read. He was stern, stoic, and their elected leader but there were moments where his deep, rumbling laughter could be heard over the others and his eye would gleam with unrestrained merriment and amusement. He did have a sense of humor the Links had discovered later on in their journey but most were still unsure how the leader would take to pranks or jokes being directed at him.Â
Warrior figured Time would merely brush them aside or possibly send a casual barb their way. It wouldnât surprise him. Or Time would level them with his infamous cool, brooding, stare that left the Links withering from within and wilting on the outside until a smirk would steadily grow on the Old Manâs face.Â
Warrior suspected Time knew exactly what kind of effect he had on them and often used it to his advantage. He also had to wonder whether or not the older Hero did it on purpose. It wouldnât surprise him in the least.Â
Over time, Warrior gradually became weary of the jokes, pranks, and teasing remarks of his fellow Heroes but he neither said nor did anything to dissuade them. How could he? When he set eyes on Windâs beaming smile and brightly lit face...Wildâs muted show of amusement and the mischievous sparkle in those cerulean blues...the look of mirth and glee Hyrule timidly revealed...the lightness he recognized in Legendâs form led Warrior to believe it was worth the daily jabs and high jinks.Â
That wasâŚ
Until a particular incident.Â
It was this...episode... that made Warrior execute a strategic retreat before striking back without warning. The others never saw it coming. This, the Knight used to his advantage. The Captain had several tricks up his sleeve he couldnât wait to unveil.Â
Time had decided the group had covered an acceptable amount of distance for that day and called for them to set up camp. Wind, of course, was more than relieved. Once finished gathering tinder and unfolding his bedroll, the Sailor flung himself down and refused to move. Wild immediately whipped up a fire and proceeded to ponder what meal to cook for that night. Twilight prowled around, checking the perimeter and securing their spot. Sky was scribbling away in the journal he always carried with Hyrule dozing off beside him.Â
Legend scraped a knife along a stick heâd found, idly smoothing the gnarled and crooked wood to combat his boredom. Warrior knew he was too lazy to find something else to occupy himself with. He couldnât blame him. Theyâd walked an exceptional ways and battled at least four varying groups of monsters.Â
Four, the most colorful of them all, appeared to be deep in thought as he diligently read through a book heâd purchased not too long ago. The Hero often bartered, sold, or traded items or books heâd completed for new ones he could bring along with him. There were times where he would pause and murmur quietly to himself, discussing the contents and replying to whatever invisible voice was responding to him.Â
It had been a strange sight to see near the beginning of their travels, but now, the Heroes simply accepted it and never questioned Four of this odd habit of his.Â
âWarrior,âÂ
Warrior blinked slowly when the deep, rumbling voice of Time broke through his thoughts and sent them scattering. The Knight straightened and turned to find Time looking to him expectantly.Â
Ah...He must have said something to him and the Captain hadnât heard him.Â
âWhat was that?â Warrior asked, an apology clear in his tone.Â
Time gestured meaningfully to the water pouches and canteens the Heroes had laid out, âI asked if you and Twilight would be willing to refill these for us.âÂ
Warrior was already up and moving before Time could finish his request. Heâd always had that drop-everything attitude the Heroes sometimes found amusing and other times admirable. It didnât matter what Warrior was doing, he was always willing to stop whatever he was occupied with to lend them a hand.Â
âSure thing,âÂ
Time gave a nod of thanks and Warrior and Twilight gathered the near empty pouches. Accompanied by Epona, the three made their way to a rushing river nearby. To Warriorâs disapproval, Twilight shouldered a pack and stubbornly refused to drop it even when his collarbone protested beneath the strain.
Due to limited potions and fairies, the Links had unanimously determined not to use any unless the wound sustained was severe or there was a great need for them. They werenât certain when the next opportunity to restock would arise which unfortunately made it difficult for them to estimate whether or not an injury was worth the risk.Â
A sudden warp into a new world had caught the Heroes off guard only a couple days earlier. Twilight had taken the brunt of it and ended up with a broken collarbone. It had been snapped clean in half due to a terrible fall heâd taken and Warrior made the call for him to drink a little bit of the Red Potion he carried at all times. Twilight still suffered from the remnants of a concussion- courtesy of his fall- but it was not as bad as it could have been.Â
Hopefully, future transports into new worlds would not be as...chaotic and painful.Â
Warrior discreetly watched Twilight in the corner of his eye. To his astonishment, even Epona would glance at her Master with concern when she sensed the spike of discomfort and subdued pain he didnât outwardly express.Â
After catching sight of Twilight suppressing a wince, his neutral features contorting faintly, Warrior decided enough was enough.Â
Holding a hand out, Warrior ordered, âGive it here.âÂ
The authoritative tone caught Twilight off guard and the Ordonian paused to give him a look of slight surprise and confusion. Understanding quickly dawned on him, however, and Twilight shook his head.Â
Warrior was often struck by how much he resembled Wolfie when he would shake his large head and whip his mane back and forth.Â
âIâm fine, Warrior-âÂ
âIt wasnât a question, Twi,âÂ
Twilight leveled him with a stare. One Warrior met head on while Epona watched, interested in seeing who would win the silent battle taking place.Â
Of course, as Warrior expected, Twilight expelled a sigh and reluctantly slid the heavy pack from his shoulder. Warrior immediately snatched it before Twilight could take it back and flung it around his own shoulders. The Knight could have sworn the majestic horse wilted in relief as she fondly nudged Twilightâs good arm, earning a small smile from the Ordonian as he raised a hand to rub her nose.Â
âYou agitating your wound isnât going to help us in the nearby future, Twi,â Warrior chided as they continued their trek to the racing river. The rapid waters cascaded down a rocky cliff, the thunderous sound of it spilling into waters below filling the air almost deafeningly. There was a steep incline downwards full of sharp and jagged rocks of varying sizes the water would crash through or mercilessly glide over.Â
It was a picturesque scene. The clear, stormy, waters of the river surrounded by vibrant flowers and luscious green grass. The foam gathering at the bottom of the waterfall and the crystal-like sands forming the banks... Already, the tenseness in the Knight lessened and disappeared as he basked in the refreshing and lightness of the atmosphere.Â
With a faint, relaxed smile, Warrior and Twilight descended the small hill and tugged the water pouches out to begin refilling.Â
A comfortable silence fell between them, the soothing melody of the racing waters serving as a balm to the building stress, battle-weariness, and exhaustion as the two tugged out the water pouches and dipped them into the river.Â
Warrior reveled in the peace and quiet. One-by-one, he submerged the pouches and canteens, filling them to the brim. He set them aside and reached for the last one-Â
- only to grasp at air.Â
Confused, Warrior turned to find he was less one canteen. Looking to and fro, Warrior frowned when he realized he could not locate the missing canteen anywhere near him.Â
âHey, Twi,â He called.Â
A hum drifted in from his left.Â
âDo you know where-â He cut off with a startled cry when Epona suddenly reared with a shrill whinny and bucked, her strong body knocking into the person nearest her.Â
Warrior was given no time to react. Heâd been perched precariously on the waterâs edge, balanced on his feet, and the impact was enough to knock him off kilter and send him flailing into the rushing river.Â
There was a roaring in his ears as currents dragged him further in and the turbulent waters swelled around him. He barely heard Twilight shouting his name when he broke through the surface several meters away, coughing and spluttering. The river slammed mercilessly into him, threatening to overwhelm and yank him back under. It was only after a few failed attempts that Warrior managed to rip himself out of the stronger currents and into the less fiercer ones.Â
Through blurry eyes, Warrior could faintly see a dark blur shooting down the bank towards him.Â
Wolfie.Â
He was barking sharply, paws grazing the sand as he sprinted towards him, and incredibly blue eyes fixed on the poor, drenched, Knight with open concern.Â
Where had Wolfie come from?Â
Warrior supposed it didnât matter. The great beast leaped into the river and kicked fervently through the foaming waters to the Knight with hardly any trouble.Â
In the middle of another coughing fit, the dazed Warrior felt the wolf grab hold of the back of his tunic with his powerful jaw and pull him purposefully towards the shore.Â
Warrior shakily drew himself to his feet into a slouched position. Coughs still wracked his body due to the water that heâd swallowed when heâd first gone under and he leaned against Wolfie for support, his left hand digging into the thick, soggy, fur.Â
Wolfie released a soft, worried, whine and Warrior weakly waved his free hand in the air to dismiss his concerns.Â
âIâm fine..!â He managed to rasp out between breaths. They sloshed through the shallow end of the river, making for the bank when Warrior felt a strong arm wrap around his shoulders and gently guide him forward.Â
A familiar, deep and authoritative voice broke the silence with a question,Â
âWhat happened?âÂ
Warrior attempted to clear his throat to answer, but he swallowed wrong and choked on his reply. Screwing his eyes shut, Warrior waited for his screaming lungs to settle and allow him to breathe properly.Â
A large, calloused, hand clapped him on the back a few times, helping him to clear his straining airways.Â
âEpona startled,â Came Twilightâs voice from Warriorâs left, âI donât know what scared her, but she knocked Warrior into the river and he got caught up in the currents.âÂ
Warrior blinked owlishly, his bafflement and disorientation rising. When did Twilight get there? Where did Wolfie go?Â
His chest rattled as the Captain took deep gulps of fresh air. He raised a hand to his kvetching throat, blinking his eyes clear.Â
âUgh,â He groaned, thanking the Goddess he could now speak, âThat felt awful.âÂ
âIâd imagine,â Twilight murmured sympathetically, lightly gripping Warriorâs shoulder, âI was worried youâd be swept away!âÂ
Warrior didnât know how to reply to Twilight. He hadnât been scared or worried. His mind had gone instantly blank the instant heâd fallen in. His survival instincts had kicked in, leading to his flailing and floundering to stay afloat and keep his head above the surface. That was all that had mattered to him.Â
âIf it werenât for Wolfie, I might have been,â Was what he settled with, âThat wolf sure is a lifesaver, especially for us Links.âÂ
He didnât see the small grin lining Timeâs lips or the the way Twilight rubbed at the back of his neck.Â
âWe are notorious for getting into trouble,â Time agreed, a hint of amusement in his tone. Warrior wasnât sure what he found particularly funny, but he supposed it hardly mattered, âTwilight, fetch your horse. Warrior and I are going to make for camp.âÂ
Warrior could have sighed with relief. His chest hurt and his ribs ached. He looked forward to being able to rest a bit and get some shut-eye.Â
âI think I know what startled her,â Twilight growled, drawing their attention. The Ordonian bent down to swipe at something on the ground, bringing it up for them both to see.Â
A canteen.Â
Warriorâs brow wrinkled, âHow did that get there? I could have sworn I had all of them when-âÂ
And then it hit him.Â
His expression flat-lined and exasperation bubbled within him. Time mirrored him, a deep frown marring his features.Â
âAnother prank...âÂ
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âYou look like a drowned rat, Warrior,â Legend snickered upon his, Time, and Twilightâs arrival to the camp. Time looked sharply to him with his infamous stern and disapproving expression, ready to rebuke their fellow companion when the Knight retorted swiftly,Â
âAnd yet, I still manage to look better than you, Gremlin,âÂ
To this, Legend had no reply. The snarky Hero was left to brood silently to himself while the others snickered.Â
Time led himself and Warrior across the camp with his hand on the Knightâs shoulder. It was his subtle way of expressing concern and relief. Warrior had discovered this earlier on. While Time wasnât the most expressive of heroes, there were nonverbal signals and slight nuances in the shifts in his demeanor and eye that gave away what the older Hero was feeling.
After Warrior took a seat, he thanked Time for his trouble. Time only smiled faintly, ruffled his hair a little, and walked away.Â
Twilight moved to settle beside the Captain, displeasure rolling off him in waves.Â
âWarrior-â The Ordonian began but Warrior cut him off with a wave of his hand. Bearing a grin, Warrior met Twilightâs eye and murmured,Â
âDonât worry. Iâll get them back.âÂ
The ominous statement intrigued Twilight and the older teen huffed out a small chuckle, a smirk of his own matching the Knightâs.Â
âWell, let me know if I can be of any service.âÂ
This caught Warrior off guard and when he looked to Twilight, wondering if his concussion might have possibly messed with his head more than heâd let on, Twilight indignantly defended himself,Â
âWhat? The Cub needs to be taught a lesson or two.âÂ
âHa!âÂ
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Warrior spent the next few days conjuring up ideas for revenge. He thought long and hard, mulling scenario after scenario in his mind, casting them aside and crafting new ones. He picked at each and every single possibility, altering details and changing it up in an attempt to forge the perfect comeback.Â
He never did find one that he liked. What could he do? It had to be something that would make the pranksters think twice about messing with him.
At night when they would settle for camp, Warrior could often be seen scribbling in his journal with a stark frown. He made lists only to scrap them, drew little scenes only to toss them, and wrote ideas only to dispose of them.Â
With a frustrated sigh, Warrior snapped his journal shut and sat back against the log behind him. Nothing he came up with satisfied him.Â
His gaze wandered idly to where Wild was preparing their meal. The teen was humming a catchy little tune while he cooked, tapping his foot and bobbing his head along with the rhythm. Faster than should be possible, he had their plates ready and was in the process of setting them around the campfire under Warriorâs supervision.Â
When Wild reached him, Warrior could tell from the gleam in his eyes that something was up.Â
With a broad, almost shy grin, Wild handed Warrior his plate. Wild didnât speak much unless he wanted to. He wasnât necessarily silent and nonverbal but Warrior had taken to understanding the silent language Wild often took to communicating in.Â
The younger teen was actually quite hilarious and told the most fascinating of stories that captivated even Warrior himself.
 The Knight accepted the plate with a nod of thanks then watched the much-too-innocent Wild leave with brewing suspicion. When his distrustful, calculating, gaze flit to the meal he held, Warrior knew.Â
Wild had put something in it.Â
Immediately wary, Warrior recoiled and held the deceptively delightsome meal further away from him. His face screwed up as he wondered at what Wild could have injected in his food. It looked so enticing and had such a pleasant aroma but Warrior knew better. Could he have put in monster guts? Bugs? Fairies?Â
With a grimace, lips curling back in disgust, Warrior quickly put his plate on the ground and pushed it away with the toe of his boot when a thought crossed his mind.Â
The Knight paused, snatching at the idea and tugging it forward to analyze it.Â
With a sly, victorious, grin, Warrior realized this was an ingenious way to pay those fools back for all theyâd put him through.Â
Looking to the plate Wild had set beside him, Warrior swiftly swooped down and swapped his meal for it. His sudden movement momentarily garnered Skyâs attention, but when Warrior leaned back, folding his arms behind his head with a pleased grin, figured it was nothing of great import and returned back to his conversation with Twilight.Â
Luckily for Warrior, he didnât have to wait long for everyone to start trickling in to the campsite. Cerulean blues snapped to each individual Hero, wondering which of the nine would sit themselves to Warriorâs left, unknowing of the terrible fate that awaited them. Warrior took a bite of his food, noticing how closely Wild, Wind, Hyrule, and Legend were watching him. They tried to be discreet about it, but Warriorâs eye was trained to catch onto the smallest and most insignificant of details and never brush them aside.Â
Smugness arose within him but he was careful not to openly display it. Those fools...He would play them well. He proceeded to take another bite, pretending not to notice them. A difficult feat. He could feel their attentive stares boring into him. He pulled back, setting his utensils down and chewed. He paused for dramatic effect, trying not to show his increasing amusement when the four Links leaned forward expectantly, intently awaiting his reaction. No doubt they were eagerly anticipating a profound one. Well, it would not be his reaction they would be witnessing today. No, it would be some poor, unfortunate, soul Warrior had swapped his plate with. Secretly, he festered the hope that it would be one of the very pranksters themselves. But as luck would have it⌠That was not to beâŚÂ Time finally arrived with Four trailing beside him. Their elected leader entered the encampment, his very presence expanding and enveloping the area. Warrior would be lying if he claimed he didnât feel safer with the Old Man present. Yet his curiosity was eating at him! Warrior wanted to know who would decide to sit beside him! That was⌠Until Time moved around the campfire, coming closer and closer. Warriorâs heart began to thunder and his stomach twisted and churned nervously. Time walked past him, a gentle breeze disturbing the strands of Warriorâs hair and brushing against his neck. It was in that moment that Warrior knew who the victim of the Heroesâ prank would be though he desperately hoped to be proven wrong. But when was he ever? Time paused. Please, sit elsewhere. Sit elsewhere, Old Man! He internally pleaded. Shock and dismay flooded Warrior as Time lowered himself with the grace and agility of an experienced Hero to the ground on the spot right next to the Knight.  Nononono-! But the Old Man remained blissfully unaware of Warriorâs silent beseeching. Time leaned back, dropping his pack into the dirt in front of the log they were sat against. The foreboding sound echoed in Warriorâs ears, almost deafening him. His heart plummeted into the pit of his stomach as Time maneuvered himself around and shifted until he was comfortably reclined against the log. The look of ease and content that came over Time and the relaxed posture in which he sat would not last long, Warrior knew. Why, Old Man! Why?! He inwardly cried, You never sit beside me! What could have possibly made you choose to do so today?! Time surveyed their little group, his single-eyed gaze appraising each individual Link around the table before settling on the stiff Knight beside him. He frowned. The older adolescent was as tense as a coiled spring, ready to snap if provoked. His fingernails dug into the skin of his palms, though Warrior didnât appear to notice. His knuckles were turning white from the unrelenting grip. It piqued Timeâs curiosity. âWhatever has you so uptight, Warrior?â Was it him, or was Warrior looking apprehensive and trapped? Like a cornered animal uncertain of what action to take next? The Captain certainly looked ready to pass out from the dread building up within him. Warrior coughed awkwardly, gesturing to Timeâs meal with his left, âYou mightâŚâ He began, his voice quiet and strangled, âMight not want to...erm...eat...your meal.â Time coolly raised an eyebrow. âAre you suggesting that I starve, Warrior?â Although his low and rumbling voice was stern and stoic, Warriorâs sharp hearing caught the underlying hint of teasing coating his words. âIâŚâ Warrior tried to think of what to answer, but his mind faltered and slammed to a halt. This would happen at such an inopportune time! He struggled to kickstart his malfunctioning brain, words rapidly flying from his tongue, âOf course not but-â A hand settled heavily on his shoulder followed by a faint laugh as Time smiled down at the knight, âEase up, Warrior. No need to be so tense.â Oh, Time wouldnât be laughing for much longer. Warrior made to speak- But Time reached for his fork. Warrior found his gaze riveted to Timeâs plate, where he knew something awaited. Had Wild put something in the food? Some kind of monster gut? A different dubious item he had a tendency to collect? Bugs? Insects? Just the thought disgusted the Knight. The apprehension and regret made him queasy. Warrior repined swapping plates now but there was nothing he could do but sit and watch Time cut a portion of the perfectly cooked, deceitfully delicious meat and raise the fork up. I should warn him- The thought comes too late. Time had already taken a bite. The whole world crumbled around Warrior as he awaited with great trepidation and foreboding for Timeâs reaction. Wild, Hyrule, Wind, and Legend were completely forgotten when Time chewed once, twice⌠And then stilled. I should have warned him⌠  The Old Manâs jaw locked and Warrior swore Timeâs face was slowly turning an impressive shade of rouge. It started faintly enough- a light dusting of pink, but as the seconds slowly ticked by, it grew more vibrant and deep until it was a burning shade of red. With his focus narrowed on Time, Warrior missed the absolute look of sheer horror dawning on the tricksters. Theyâd been wondering at Warriorâs strange and uncharacteristic behavior until they noted how rapt heâd been watching Time. Twilight and Sky paused in their conversation when they noted the sudden, absolute, silence that had settled oâer the table the Heroes were gathered round. Four curiously raised his head, noting the rigidness of Hyrule, Legend, Wild, and Wind and how fraught with anticipation Warrior appeared to be. That was when they noticed Timeâs burning face and the strained expression heâd adopted. The Old Man willed his jaw to move, but it stubbornly refused. His stomach quelled the desire for nourishment. His throat was parched, his mouth scalding hot. âTime?â Sky called with unveiled concern, he and Twilight slowly rising from their chairs. Warriorâs eyes slowly drifted shut. He should have just taken it for himself and spared them all. He certainly would have spared Time.Â
âSomeone get some water!â It was Hyruleâs voice that snapped Warrior from his thoughts and the Knight shot upright immediately.
âNot water!â Four refuted with a shake of his head, shooting to his feet, âMilk! Does anyone have some milk?âÂ
The encampment burst into action with the Heroes digging through their packs and tossing out items in search for their bottles.Â
Warrior scrambled to his knees and gripped Timeâs shoulder tightly, giving him a slight shake,Â
âCan you spit it out, Time?âÂ
By the Gods, heâd never seen Time so red before! He was practically burning! Even his eye was watering and there was sweat beading on his brow!Â
The older Hero was as still as a statue, jaw welded shut and unwilling to move.Â
"Dinâs grace, Wild, what did you put in my meal?!â Warrior hissed, apologizing profusely to Time while simultaneously trying to help the Old Man to summon the strength and willpower to pry his jaw open and spit the food out.Â
It felt to be an eternity before Sky whipped out a bottle of Lon Long Milk with a relieved cry and dashed to Timeâs side, shoving it into his hands and coaxing him frantically to take it.Â
Timeâs stomach chose that moment to rebel.Â
Warrior cringed at the painful sounds of hacking, coughing, choking, and sputtering their leader made as he desperately downed the bottle of Lon Lon Milk as if his life depended on it.Â
Their formidable and stoic leader wheezed as Sky and Warrior pat his back sympathetically, the other Heroes crowding around them with concern wincing at the breathless coughs that escaped him.Â
It wasnât until Time cracked open an eye and seared Legend, Hyrule, Wind, and Wild with his infamous, brooding, stare that Warrior knew he would be fine.Â
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Lon Lon Ranch.Â
Ever a welcoming sight to behold.Â
Warrior would be lying if he claimed to not have missed this beautiful and tranquil place. Malon welcomed them with bright eyes, a warm smile, and open arms. Warrior could tell the Links had never felt more at home than they did now.Â
Of course, as the Heroes were wont to do, they split apart and designated tasks to one another to complete. They knew Malon appreciated their hard work and willingness to help around.Â
Warrior himself was in the process of brushing the horses down, smiling when they shook their heads with a snort, their manes whipping through the air. They truly were such magnificent and majestic creatures.Â
Heâd never felt so at ease before.Â
âWarrior,âÂ
âHyliaâs Grace!â Warrior exclaimed, startling violently at the deep voice that had come from behind him.Â
The Captain slapped a hand over his frantically beating heart, directing an unappreciative glare at Time. The Old Man was poorly smothering his laughter, a smile curving his lips and single eye sparkling.Â
âFor Goddessâ sake, Time!â Warrior snapped, no bite in his tone, âA little warning next time!âÂ
The horse heâd been brushing nickered and Warrior could have sworn he was laughing at his misfortune.Â
âI am the only one capable of sneaking up on you,â Was all Time said with a relaxed grin, âI have to use it to my advantage.âÂ
âI knew you were evil,â Warrior shook his head in disbelief, âThis must be where they get their wicked streak from,â He remarked lowly to himself.Â
Time frowned faintly, inclining his head.Â
âWho?âÂ
Warrior blinked and waved his question aside with a smirk, âNothing. No one.â He straightened and dusted his tunic off, fixing his disheveled hair and accidentally smearing dirt on his cheek, âDid you need something?âÂ
âYes, I did,â Time replied, clasping Warrior on the shoulder and gently maneuvering him away. The knight snapped to attention and matched his pace. There was a pang in Timeâs heart at the swift adoption of what Wind and some of the other Heroes called Warriorâs âCaptain Persona.â Warrior most likely did not notice it. It was far too ingrained into him and came most likely without him realizing or being conscious of it.Â
He was quick to become serious and grave and his eyes would harden or narrow with determination and consideration in a split second. He became a completely different person.Â
âSettle down, Warrior,â Time pat his shoulder in the hopes of getting him to relax. Lon Lon Ranch was a place for them to let loose and enjoy themselves for once. To shed their burdens, worries, concerns, and strip themselves of the title âHeroâ and just be themselves, âI only had something I wished to discuss with you.âÂ
Warrior raked a hand through his hair and quirked an eyebrow, âWhat was it?âÂ
A look entered Timeâs eye as the older Hero guided Warrior to the open field the horses were left to graze. The other Links could be seen dotting the area, performing a multitude of tasks and chatting amiably with one another.Â
âYou are devising a plan, arenât you?â At the bewildered look he received, Time clarified, âTo get them back.âÂ
Understanding dawned on Warrior and he slowly nodded, âI am...â His calculating gaze slid to the taller Hylian, âIs there a reason you are asking..?âÂ
Timeâs smile broadened, morphing in a smirk. An incredibly familiar smirk.Â
He clapped Warrior on the back, âWhy, I am so glad you asked, Warrior. Might I make a suggestion?â
Warrior came to a sudden stop, whipping his head up to stare incredulously at Time, âA-a suggestion?â His mind whirled. What was this? Time was going to help him obtain his revenge?Â
Time dipped his chin curtly, âI believe I have the perfect comeback, only,â He narrowed his single eye on Warrior, adding pointedly and with a hint of mischief, âYou cannot say a word to Malon. She would have both our heads for this,âÂ
Now Warrior was intrigued.Â
âI can do that. What is it?â He eagerly wanted to know. Timeâs expression softened at the excited and curious gleam in the Captainâs eyes.Â
âVery well.â He leaned down, lifting a hand and pointing somewhere in the distance of the Ranch, âSurely you have come to recognize that we Links all have an innate fear of...âÂ
~~~~
The act of retribution Time had suggested left Warrior stunned. He often found himself wondering how heâd never thought of it. It was beyond perfect! To think that Time had come up with it astounded the Knight. Then again, Warrior figured he should not be all too surprised.Â
The Old Man was so full of mysteries and secrets. The Links knew next to nothing about him or his adventures. Warrior believed he was most likely the most devious and mischievous of the Links.Â
With it being Timeâs plan, Warrior was left with bringing it to fruition.Â
And he knew exactly how he would do so.Â
After all, there was one specific Link completely oblivious and unreservedly enamored with these dangerous little incarnations of evil.Â
Warrior wouldnât risk coming five feet of them but this one would.Â
âSky!â Warrior called, waving an arm in the air to catch the Skyloftianâs attention.Â
Sky paused in what he was doing and turned to face him with a welcoming smile, âWarrior, is there something you need?âÂ
Always so pleasant and friendly. Sky was certainly someone no one could ever dislike. He was the kind of person that if someone were to look at him, they would instantly like him. Sky was never without a contented and appreciative smile. He was thoughtful, considerate, and soft-spoken. A Hero with a big heart. He was not to be undermined, however. As pure and innocent Sky appeared on the outside, he was an equally strong and quick warrior. A powerful Hero that was to be revered.
His presence was incredibly soothing- which must be the reason why these foul creatures were drawn to him.Â
âYes, there is!â Warrior answered, clasping his hands together, âYou see, I need to ask a favor of you.âÂ
âOh?â Sky tipped his head to the side, âWhat is it?â He set down the bags heâd been carrying and Warrior could have shaken his head. Sky never failed to put others before him.Â
âWell, I was wondering if you might be able to fetch me a cucco?âÂ
Skyâs brows drew together, befuddlement darkening his eyes at the Captainâs odd request.Â
âA cucco? You canât find one yourself?â He looked past Warriorâs shoulder, where an entire flock of cuccos were clucking about.Â
Warrior grimaced, âIt isnât that I canât find them, itâs that I am unwilling to risk my life in picking one up.âÂ
Sky tilted his head once again, strikingly resembling a young puppy.Â
âWhat is the risk to your life..?âÂ
Pained remembrance distorted Warriorâs features, a strained smile on his lips, and phantom pain tingling across his body. Sky was certainly fortunate to have never experienced the wrath of a cucco.Â
âPlease, Sky, all I am asking is for you to bring me a cucco.âÂ
Sky shrugged lightly, âI donât understand why you fear them so, Warrior, but I will bring you one.â The Skyloftian moved to do as promised and crouched before the fifteen or so cuccos gathered together a ways away. He spoke softly to them, adoringly, and coaxed one into coming to him.Â
Sometimes, Warrior envied Sky...Â
With impossible ease, Sky collected the cucco into his arms and stood, stroking the bird soothingly and doting on it. Warrior didnât know how he did it. The cucco hardly stirred, seemingly content where it was cradled against the Skyloftianâs chest.Â
âThere you are!â Sky brightly announced to Warrior, presenting him with the cucco.Â
Warrior instinctively recoiled when the cuccoâs black, beady, eyes pierced through him, boring into his very soul. He had no doubt these creatures possessed the ability of tearing him apart from the inside out. It flapped its wings a couple of times and Warrior felt his heart leap into his throat as a lance of pure, unadulterated, terror shot through him. For a second, Warrior thought the cucco would call for its fellow friends and come raining down on him in a flurry of feathers and enraged clucking.Â
He was increasingly careful not to provoke it.Â
âWonderful-â And Warrior would pretend his voice had not gone up an octave. He cleared his throat, âIf you wouldnât mind setting it over there, behind Legend, Wild, Wind, and Hyrule,âÂ
âWhat? Why?â Utterly bemused, Sky turned his head towards said Heroes.Â
âPlease, Sky,âÂ
âAlright..?â Sky spun on his heel and promptly went to deposit the cucco in the spot Warrior had said. He looked to Warrior for confirmation only for the Knight to fervently wave him over.Â
Confusion building, Sky returned back to where the Captain stood a safe distance away.Â
âThank you,â Warrior said, bringing a couple fingers up to his chin, âNow, how to do this without turning it against me...âÂ
Sky turned wide eyes on the Knight, âWhat are you planning, Warrior?!âÂ
Nothing good, if the look in his companionâs eyes was of any indication. Sky felt his stomach churning, concern for his little cucco friend stirring.Â
Before he could say or do anything, the cucco suddenly jumped when a seed came flying into its side. Sky whipped around to find Twilight loading a slingshot with another seed and prepping it.Â
âWhat are you doing?!â Sky demanded to know, horrified when the Ordonian, completely unaffected by the shock and rebuke the Skyloftian openly displayed, let loose another projectile.Â
It flew straight and true. Smack dab into the cucco.Â
He was purposefully riling it up, Sky realized. He made to rescue his little bird friend when Warriorâs hand snapped out with unnatural speed and tugged him back to safety.Â
âBelieve me, Sky,â Warrior ominously began when Sky looked incredulously to him, âYou want to be as far away from those things as possible- especially when theyâre angry.âÂ
Before Sky could demand what he meant, the cucco suddenly froze then violently hopped three times with a furious squawk.Â
Before Skyâs disbelieving eyes, a whole swarm of cuccos came diving out of nowhere and flocked angrily around Legend, Wild, Wind and Hyrule. Twilight and Warrior watched with unrestrained amusement while Sky was immobilized by complete shock and horror.Â
The four unfortunate pranksters released identical cries of alarm as the cuccos came flying towards them from all directions. The varying looks of absolute, sheer, terror that crossed their faces were some that Warrior and Twilight would forever remember.
âItâs remlits in bird formâŚâ Sky whispered in mingled dread and awe, recalling all too vividly a particular incident from long ago. Â
Twilight and Warrior could only laugh, Timeâs unrestrained laughter mingling with their own from somewhere behind them while Legend, Wind, Hyrule, and Wild scattered in a desperate attempt to flee from the flock of vengeful Cuccos. White feathers exploded everywhere, fluttering in the air and blanketing the ground as angry and shrill squawks and clucks encompassed the air, accompanied by Wild, Legend, and Windâs terrified shouts. They bolted across the ranch, desperately hoping to outrun the cuccos, but as every Link knows and Sky was recently made aware of...
There is no fleeing a cucco, for a cucco will always have its vengeance one way or another.Â
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I wish you would write a fic where... Orphan Naruto gets to meet Nagato and Karin and finds out theyâre from the same clan so because they have no more family they build a familial bond with each other. Basically an AU where Yahiko was never killed and the Akatsuki remained a peaceful organization lol
Inspiration struck, thank you for that! Hope youâll like it, and you can all send me more.
cross-posted on ao3
âThat wasnât part of the plan at all!â Yugito exclaimed, and despite her cool and collected exterior, her eyes were ablaze with fury. In these moments Yahiko didnât feel much of a leader at all.
But he still was.
âI know, okay? Things got a bit⌠out of hand.â
âOut of hand? Out of hand?â
âYugito!â
Startled, they turned to Nagato sitting in a corner of the room. Yahiko could count on one hand the number of time he had heard his friend raise her voice like this, especially against Yugito.
âYouâre scaring him,â he said simply, voice soft, face betraying nothing. He had been focusing on his young charge still bundled up in his arms, but he was also paying close attention to the conversation.
Konan rested a light hand on Yugitoâs shoulder, and the womanâs anger melted away as she breathed deeply, making an effort to school her feature, if only for appearanceâs sake. Yahiko couldnât begrudge her anger â she was just worried, and rightly so. The situation had gone out of hand indeed.
âItâs done now,â he said, placating. âWe just have to run with it.â
Quite literally â they had run their fair share in the last few days, covering the distance from Konoha to their main headquarter in record time. Especially counting their newest â and smallest yet â addition to the group.
There was no going back anyway. Just the way Nagato was clutching at the tiny boy, it was clear that turning back was not an option. Nagato was quiet, and he seldom voiced his opinion, but that didnât mean he didnât have one. And on that matter Yahiko suspected that it was quite a strong one too.
âWhat is it?â Nagato murmured, oblivious to any others when the kid stirred in his arms. A mop of bright blonde hair peeked from the blanket he was bundled in.
âI donât wanna cause trouble,â came the tiny, tiny voice. Yahikoâs heart broke a little.
âYouâre not,â Nagato assured, and it wasnât true, it was causing them troubles big time, but it also didnât matter.
âI shouldnât have yelled,â Yugito admitted. âIâm sorry. Youâre not at fault, Naruto.â
Hearing his name made the boy come out of his hiding spot for good to cast curious looks at the people gathered around him with his big, shining blue eyes. What a strange bunch they had to be in a childâs eyes, with their matching coats and weird eyes and all kind of facial features and hair. Naruto had never left Konoha, and hadnât seen even much of that, so it had to be quite the novelty.
He wasnât scared though. He wasnât worried, not even a little, and that was maybe the best and the worst about it. He hadnât questioned it, when Nagato had told him they could take him away, if he wanted.
âAre you my long-lost brother? Have you come to rescue me?â he had asked.
It appeared that little Naruto dreamt of various family members or unrelated heroes appearing out of nowhere to sweep him away, give him a home and a life. In the end he had been right to hope.
âNo. But Iâm⌠Iâm an Uzumaki, like you. Weâre from the same clan.â
The awe with which Naruto had whispered âclanmateâ, something he had to have witnessed all around him in Konoha but could never experience for himself â Yahiko would remember it for the rest of his life.
âWeâre cousins,â Nagato had said, decisive like he rarely was, natural shyness and clumsiness falling away in front of the boyâs desperation and loneliness. âWe belong together.â
To think, they had gone to Konoha to be liked.
Running away with their jinchuuriki had probably put quite the damper on that plan.
âSo I can⌠Can I stay?â the boy asked, cautiously hopeful. And really, even hardass Yugito wouldnât be able to say no to this voice and face. That boy was freaking adorable.
âYou can. If you want to,â Nagato said, never one to impose anything.
âI want to!â Naruto exclaimed, springing up to his feet to perch on Nagatoâs lap, grabbing a fistful of his cloud-patterned cloak to keep his balance as he stared, undisturbed, into Nagatoâs swirling eyes. As if he needed to convince him somehow.
As if he was scared they would withdraw the offer.
Were Yahikoâs eyes getting a little damp or what.
They were interrupted by someone knocking on the open door. âHere she is,â Kyusuke said, ushering another kid inside, another rescue they just couldnât bear to leave behind. She straightened her glasses, an unconscious reflex she had when she was nervous, and she always was a little around them, even if she had been living here for months.
âCome in, come in, Karin! Weâd like you to meet someone,â Yahiko cheered, anxious to move this whole debacle to a happier note.
Nagato got up, setting Naruto down gently, even if the boy was reluctant to let him go. In the end Nagato had to kneel by his side and Naruto kept a hand tangled in the fabric of his cloak as the girl approached them.
âWhoâs that?â she asked. She was brash in her hesitance, never one to show weakness. She was nervous too though.
ââm Uzumaki Naruto,â the boy answered, not so shy either, in the end. âAnd whoâs you?â
Karinâs eyes widened at the name and she couldnât keep the frown in place when she looked at Nagato for confirmation, who nodded slowly, encouraging. Karin blushed, a tiny, pleased smile softening her stern demeanor, making her look more like the kid she actually was still.
âMy name is Karin. Uzumaki Karin.â
And oh, wasnât it a sight to behold, the look of recognition on Narutoâs face, and the smile that bloomed, full force, on his young face, bending the whiskers on his cheeks, blinding in its intensity.
âLike Nagato!â he exclaimed, as if maybe the girl wasnât aware of that. She huffed.
âDuh, of course he is. Weâre a clan after all.â
âWeâre a clan,â Naruto whispered back in awe. âMe too?â
âWell, yeah,â Karin said, showing disaffection like it was no big deal, even if she was fighting a smile of her own.
It was hard not to answer to Narutoâs open delight.
He reached out to touch her hair, of all things. They were a fiery red, much brighter than Nagatoâs, and the boy stared at the strands in his hand, fascinated. She let him, she who was so wary of physical contact. Most Uzumakiâs shared the hair color, and even if Naruto didnât, maybe it stirred something inside of him.
Did he have any memory, however fleeting, of his mother? It was sadly doubtful giving the circumstances of his birth and her death, but stillâŚ
âKarin, do you think you could take Naruto to have a look around the place? You can show him his room â it will be the one just next to yoursâ, Yugito urged, gentle but firm. Karin got the message â for a girl so young, she was smart and quick to the uptake, and she could get a dismissal when she heard one.
âYes ma'am.â
âYou donât have to call meâŚâ
âCome now, Naruto! Iâll show you everything.â
She took Narutoâs hand â he let go of Nagato at last, and followed her, a little bewildered, out of the room.
Yugito waited for the door to close behind them to let out a long, heavy sigh.
âThat wasnât part of the plan,â she said again, leveled this time.
âYou didnât see how it was back there. How they treated him. We couldnât just do nothing!â Yahiko exclaimed, defensive. He didnât want to argue this with her.
âThatâs not what Iâm saying,â she shot back sternly. âIt wasnât part of the plan, but now it obviously is. We have to act accordingly.â
âItâs now two jinchuuriki in our ranks,â Konan said. âOne who deserted on her own volition, and whose existence was kept on the down-low, is not the same as two, the second having been abducted from his village.â
âCome on, we didnât abduct him! He agreed!â
Konan stared Yahiko down with a steady glare, until he relented.
âOkay fine, I guess from an outside perspective we did abduct him a little.â
âSo what now?â Yugito asked, and he knew it was her way of punishing him for that momentary lap of judgment. For not saying anything, not stopping Nagato when he understood who the boy was, what life he had lead up until then, when he simply elected to snatch Konohaâs jinchuuriki from right under their nose, although they were supposed to be on a diplomatic visit to the villageâs commandment. Konoha wasnât the most openly hostile toward the Akatsuki, but that didnât make them friendly either.
All of them shared that blind spot, though when it came to family and children. Naruto was barely five, and he lived on his own, and he didnât have a single person in his life who cared about him. Just like Karin they had found was slaving away in a Kumo outpost near the border of Ame, a child forgotten by the world.
But not by them. Never.
When Nagato had taken the childâs hand, it wasnât as the Kyuubiâs host. It was as a lost member of his own clan.
Who happened to be the Kyuubiâs host though. Because they were lucky like that.
âJinchuuriki are instruments of war,â Nagato piped up, joining back the group. They all tensed up â they were, and it was something they had always wanted to address at one point or another.
âKumo could spare you, Yugito, but Konoha is without their own now. It leaves them vulnerable. Since itâs our doing, itâs up to us to fix it, and weâre not⌠Weâre not sending Naruto back.â
He paused, just to be sure that was in agreement. They all nodded â on that matter at least, they were on the same page.
âThe system works if every village has their weaponâŚâ
âOr if none of them do,â Yahiko concluded, following Nagatoâs reasoning down to its quite obvious conclusion.
Of course. Of course. That was it.
âAre you serious about this?â Yugito asked, and it wasnât with her usual accusing or scandalized tone, the one that said âare you freaking kidding me right now?â. At the end of the day, she was here because she shared their ideals and goals, because she believed it. And she also shared the plague of her fellow jinchuuriki, she too had hoped for this before, but she had probably resigned herself to how powerless they were in this situation.
Except they werenât.
âWe no longer fear annihilation as we once did,â Yahiko said. They had grown powerful in the last few years. No matter how displeased the hidden villages were with them, they could no longer afford to move against the Akatsuki on their own, and their grievances were too antithetic for them to form an alliance over the matter. âAnd if we do this indeedâŚâ
âWe never will have to,â Konan said, considering. It was a risky bet, deciding to hoard all that power. Except they didnât plan on ever using it. The rest of the world couldnât know that, but they did. And they would hold on to this.
âWhat do you think, Yugito?â Konan asked. More and more she deferred to the other woman, with whom she shared a kinship that almost made Yahiko jealous. Except how could he be mad at Konan finally managing to form a bound outside of their little trio? Even Nagato wasnât quite as bad as she was on this. But Konan cared deeply about the other woman, and Yugito did too in turn. Yahiko got a little emotional over it sometimes.
Besides, if Naruto was of Nagato and Karinâs people, in some other way he was of Yugitoâs too. They shared the same fate, suffered the same injustice. Them, and the seven others. She had to be on board for them to act on it. If she refusedâŚ
âI thinkâŚâ she said with a sigh, like she was regretting her words already, âthat Sunaâs jinchuuriki is about Narutoâs age, and treated about as well by his village too.â
She looked long-suffering, but she smiled at Konanâs pleased expression. Konan liked it best when everyone agreed.
âItâs settled then!â Yahiko said cheerfully. âOperation Jinchuuriki Snatching is officially in motion.â
Yugito smacked him around the head, but still, he laughed.
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daichi/michimiya + a hopeless romantic and a horny beast are set up on a blind date au
A strand of her hair had apparently decided that morning to defy gravity, as if it knew the importance of today. Yui attempts to flatten it down, using her spoon as a makeshift mirror, but it curls right back up and sheâs on the border of giving in. Itâs not as if her hair ever behaved to begin with; sheâd have been pleasantly shocked if it started today.
With her hair no longer serving as a distraction (well, it was still distracting, she had just decided to ignore it), she turns to other things to keep her from pondering the ever-moving passage of time. She smooths down her collar, adjusts her beanie, reapplies her borrowed tube of lip gloss, practices saying âhelloâ like it was her first day ever speaking aloud, and canât decide between crossing or uncrossing her legs. Sheâs just been caught mid-uncross, in fact, when she looks up and her date is horrifyingly standing at the other end of the table.
âAre you Michimiya?â he asks, politely.
Frozenâher mind urges her to say âhelloâ like sheâs been practicing but she doesnât process the wordâshe just blurts out, âYouâre not as horny as you look online.â
He coughs.
She wants to bury her head in sand.
âUm! I mean! Y-Youâre notâyou lookââ She makes a generic motion with her hand towards him, though sheâs not entirely sure what she was trying to say. Maybe it really is her first day speaking aloud.
Sawamura is (thank god, thank god) a polite person. He laughs, not unkindly, and molds a hand around his neck. âWell, Iâm not really a level twenty-four cave warrior offline. But you knew that.â
âR-Right.â
He was an assistant physics teacher from a nearby high school. Heâd shared that bit of information once during one of their private online chats.
Michimiya squints up at him, imagining for a brief, flickering moment the boy in front of her wearing full battle gear like his online persona, complete with his usual metallic helmet with the horns on either side. It would actually suit him, she decides; Sawamura is built stocky and strong, much like his character of choice.
An edge of uncertainty seeps into her bones. Yui knows sheâs a far cry from the dainty, pixie-like healer she plays on the online server. She wonders at Sawamuraâs first offline impression of her, but then quickly shakes the thought away. Theyâre friends. Friends.
Maybe sheâs been imagining, just a little bit, the idea of meeting her strong, reliable guild leader in real life and the two of them connecting like they had in their first multi-player battle, laughing at the same jokes, brushing hands across the table, falling in loveâŚ
âYou donât know anything about the guy,â Mao had deadpanned, when sheâd shared her daydreams. âHe could be some middle-aged dweeb catfishing you, for all you know. Frankly, Yui, Iâm scared to let you meet him alone.â
But Sawamura was the farthest thing from a middle-aged dweeb.
He was actually really her type. His jawline was strong. His eyes were black and serious. His chestâ
No, no. She wouldnât let herself think that far.
But, okay, maybe her knees went a little puddly when he smiled at her from across the table, looking just as nervous as she felt, to finally connect away from the safety of a blue screen.
âHowâs work treating you, Michimiya?â he asks, after taking the offered seat across. He knew she worked in a vetâs office, and that her dream was to own one herself one day.
âItâs been so hectic!â she shares. âI mean, I love my job, but it was a big, big relief to step out of the office today. The animals are a little stir-crazy these days being indoors so much.â The weather outside has been dreadful and cold as of late.
âI feel you,â he says, solemnly. âI think my students are just as rabid.â
They share a laugh.
Yui feels wonderful, being able to laugh aloud with her old friend like this rather than typing out a sentence of canned laughter over text chat. She likes the way his eyes crinkle when heâs amused, the way his shoulders shake. He looks as reliable as he acts during their group quests, or when thereâs an argument between their members that needs to be quelled (usually the newest recruits, babycrow and tsukki011, whose real names she has yet to learn).
She has Sugawara to thank, for initiating the conversation about their real-life locations and suggesting they meet up when they learned how surprisingly near they were. Yui would never have had the courage.
But Sawamuraâs not hard to talk to at all, now that the original awkwardness has dissipated.
âAnd, you know!â sheâs regaling him an hour later, excitedly tapping her spoon against the tall glass of her half-finished parfait. âI finally realized, you donât even have to be at level thirty to beat him! All you need is the Sword of Aoba and at least three healing potions, and itâs just enough to scrape by! I went up a level,â she finishes, puffing out her chest with pride.
Daichi, his mouth pressed to the rim of his coffee cup, smiles. âThe Sword of Aoba is difficult to get hold of, though. You need to be at least level fifty to unlock it.â
âAhh, I got lucky!â She beams. âI met a level fifty-five knight who let me borrow his. All I had to do was trade one of my advanced healing potions. He wanted to use it on his friend who was about to die.â
She smiles, remembering grandking and sirhajime fondly. They were funny, and apparently close friends from offline who had started playing together.
âI can contact him, if youâd ever like to use it!â she offers, cheerfully. âHe says I can message him any time I need help.â
âHey, now. Donât suddenly decide to switch guilds or anything,â Sawamura jokes.
âI would never! I love the Black Crows! And, you know, I think weâve got a pretty great leader, too.â
Daichi immediately looks flattered by her compliment, even a bit shy. Yui thinks thatâs silly, because she hadnât said it simply to flatter; she really, truly meant it. She hasnât been playing very longâjust since her little cousin had shown her the game during the last Christmas family reunionâbut sheâs heard the Crows werenât nearly so unified or amiable until Sawamura had come along and become the elected leader. She had heard from Ennoshita how all the inter-guild fighting had stressed him out and made the game less fun, and he had even almost quit for good until Sawamura had messaged him privately one day and promised to make things betterâand he had. Yui had joined their party already respecting Sawamura as a great leader, and that respect has only grown since.
She tells him as much. âItâs like you were made to be a leader. I donât know if I would have kept playing as long as I have if you werenât around to teach me and talk strategy with me, all those times I kept dying in the beginning.â
Sawamura rubs his neck again. Maybe a nervous habit? âYou hardly need my help anymore.â
âBut I like knowing that youâll always be there, if I need you.â She beams at him again, as brightly as she can. âLetâs both keep playing for a long time!â
Sawamura relaxes in the face of her sunny smile, eventually dissolving into a quiet chuckle. âIâm glad youâre as cheerful offline as you are in the game, Michimiya. Being around you always feels good. Iâm glad itâs not just an online personality.â
âWhaâ!â Yuiâs face feels hot and aflame. She thinks her heart might suddenly be racing a mile per minute. âSawamura!â
âLetâs keep meeting like this,â he suggests, with an easy, handsome grin. âMaybe we can even play together sometime.â
Mao would tell her thatâs not such a good idea, that she shouldnât be getting cozy with internet-folk-slash-possible-perverts and certainly not following them to secluded places. Thereâs also the fact that Yuiâs suddenly struggling to even breathe around Sawamura, whose smile reminds her of hot cocoa and teddy bears. Sheâs always had a tiny bit of a crush on him, and itâs grown exponentially in the short time theyâve met in person. She doesnât want that to possibly ruin the game, her only stress relief after hectic work days and terrible blind dates and other general life disappointments.
But being around Sawamura could never be a bad choice, she thinks. He was strong and reliable, and it wasnât just an online personality for him, either.
In the end, Yui smiles. âIâd really like that.â
#fic#haikyuu#daiyui#i literally stared at this prompt for thirty seconds like 'what.....do i write for this?' loooool#it might be different from what you wanted but i hope you like it nonnie!!#on a related note. I MISSED WRITING DAIYUI SM ;;A;;
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Twenty two days. Six hours. Forty three minutes. Nine seconds.
Twenty two days. Six hours. Forty three minutes. Eight seconds.
Twenty two days. Six hours. Forty three minutes. Seven seconds.
âMr. Kaspbrak!â
Eddie jumps. He jerks straight up in his seat, then slumps down again when he realizes everyone is staring at him. Mrs. Hawkins is leading the charge, peering down her beakish nose at him, her eyes small and shrewd. âDo you plan to pay attention to my lesson?â she demands. âOr do I have to take away your watch?â
Eddie automatically covers his watch with his hand, shielding the face from view. âIâm sorry, Mrs. Hawkins,â he mutters dutifully. He keeps his watch protectively hidden until she looks away, and even then he puts his hands in his lap, under the table, out of sight.
He canât resist giving the clock mounted on the wall above her head one last, fervent glance.
Twenty two days. Six hours. Forty one minutes. Thirty six seconds.
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Watches are government-issued. Everyone is assigned one at birth, but youâre not eligible to obtain it until youâre at least thirteen. Itâs one of those weird, arbitrary American laws, like how you can join the military at eighteen but canât have a beer until youâre twenty one. No one really knows why itâs that way. Maybe the government doesnât want you to spend your formative years pining for something that might not happen for years. That would make sense. Eddie got his watch on his fifteenth birthday and heâs only been waiting a year, but sometimes it already feels like itâs been a thousand.
He was the second one of his friends to get one, and the fourth overall. Bill got his first, the leader as always, on his thirteenth birthday. Twelve years, his watch had said, so far off it hadnât even said anything about months or days or seconds. It had been disappointing in some strange way, because twelve years felt like an entire lifetime, but it was also thrilling to know that it was real, that someone was out there waiting and wanting.
He hadnât missed the way Bill had looked the slightest bit jealous, though, when he had unboxed his own watch and his timer had only said one year, seven months, sixteen days.
And then Bev had gotten hers, and the timer had already been zeroed out. She and Ben had shared a shy, private glance, and the rest of them had quickly figured it out. Bev had kissed Ben. Ben was Bevâs soulmate. It had all been confirmed when Ben had gotten his own blank watch two weeks later.
Thatâs how it works. The timer isnât counting down the minutes until you meet your soulmate. That would be too easy. No, the timer ticks down and down and down, and when it finally, finally clicks to zero, youâre kissing the person youâre meant to be with. True loveâs kiss, right? Eddie personally thinks the government has watched too many Disney movies, but he still stares at the face of his watch more often than not, counting down the seconds.
He has no idea who his soulmate might be. Probably someone from Derry, given that he only has a few weeks left to wait. It could be anyone. Not Bill, of course, and certainly not Ben, but maybe one of the other Losers. Maybe Stan, or Mike. Maybe Richie.
Eddie doesnât allow himself to hope. ButâŚ
Itâs not altogether that likely that itâs one of his friends. There are plenty of people who donât have soulmates yet. Many of them donât even have their watch. Itâs expensive to get one. A lot of people canât afford it, like Stan and Mike.
And some people just arenât interested. Like Richie. âI donât need a stupid watch to tell me I enjoyed a kiss,â he says whenever heâs asked. âMy dick can tell just fine.â Heâll grab his crotch and say, âItâs never steered me wrong before.â And then the conversation will end, because everyone knows Richie is relentless about dick jokes and itâs best if they stop it before it really starts.
Eddie wonders, sometimes, if Richie really has kissed anyone before, the way he claims he has. Does he press his mouth against theirs, hoping their watch would zero out and start to beep? Or does he really not care?
Eddie canât imagine not caring. He cares a whole fucking lot.
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Those last twenty two days donât pass quickly, but they do eventually pass.
One hour. Twenty six minutes. Thirteen seconds.
Heâs standing in front of his bathroom mirror, fucking with his hair. Thereâs a party tonight. Eddie isnât normally much of a party-goer, but this is it. This is the night. His soulmate is going to be at that party, and Eddie is going to be kissed by him. The thought makes goosebumps rise all up and down his arms. Heâs so excited heâs shaking.
Richieâs supposed to pick him up. Well, actually, Bill was supposed to be their designated driver, but his car is a piece of shit and no one trusts the chhht-chhht-chhht sound it makes, so Ben is stuffing Bev and Bill and Mike and Stan in his tiny two-door sedan. Richie, who just crested six-foot with no signs of stopping, and Eddie, who canât stand to breathe in the shared air of that many people, elected to drive themselves. Well, Eddie elected to make Richie drive. He doesnât have his own car. Richieâs truck is a piece of junk, but heâs slowly fixing her up with the money he didnât spend on a watch. Eddieâs been helping him. Heâs kind of proud of the progress theyâve made. Her brakes donât even squeak that bad anymore, and sheâs only rusted in a few small places.
Still, Eddie can hear her from a block away, rumbling down his street. He rushes down the stairs, calls goodbye to his mother, and books it to the end of the driveway before she can catch him. He didnât exactly get her permission to go out, but she probably wonât be too mad as long as he gets home before curfew.
He flings himself into the passenger side and Richie slams on the accelerator before heâs even fully inside, like heâs afraid theyâre being chased. As if Eddieâs mother could peel herself out of her armchair that fast. Still, itâs sort of exhilarating. The driverâs side window is down and the wind whips the hair that Eddie spent so long perfecting, but itâs worth it because Richie has his music turned up way too high and he smiles over at Eddie and the minutes on Eddieâs watch are ticking down and Eddie feels alive.
The party is at Sheridan Keenerâs house in the good part of town, and the streets are already lined with cars. Richie eases his truck in behind an ugly brownish-orange Toyota that Eddie sort of recognizes from the student lot. He cuts the engine, and though faint music pulses from the Keener house, itâs suddenly very quiet without Richieâs music blasting.
âWell,â Richie says, and he fishes a cigarette out of his pocket. Itâs a little crumpled but it lights up just fine. âTonightâs the night.â He looks at Eddieâs watch out of the corner of his eye.
Hope itâs not you if youâre gonna taste like ash, Eddie wants to say, but he doesnât. Itâs a bad joke. Instead, he hums an agreement and gets out of the car. They walk together to the door, and then Richie tosses his cigarette into the shrubbery and Eddie lets him into the house and theyâre swept into the foyer, greeted by throbbing music and the sharp smell of alcohol and the dim buzz of a hundred different conversations.
They get separated at some point, but Eddie tries not to notice. He waves at Ben from across the room, who points at his wrist and then gives Eddie a thumbs-up. Heâs not the only one whoâs been counting down. His friends are all excited for him. He wonders if they feel nauseous at all, the way he does.
After awhile, he goes into the kitchen to make a drink. A few people are standing around, including a cute boy standing alone in the corner, sipping from a solo cup. Eddieâs heart stops, then starts pounding. Thatâs him.
But, no. Itâs too early. He still has thirty-four minutes.
Then again, itâs not like Eddie was going to just walk up and plant one on him. Maybe heâs supposed to start a conversation. Maybe itâll go well, and theyâll end up in some private room upstairs, leaning closer and closer, their lips about to brushâŚ
A girl comes into the kitchen. The boy looks up, sees her, and smiles. Heâs even more handsome when he smiles, but Eddie has to look away when he drags the girl in for a kiss.
Not him, then.
Itâs awful at first, and then itâs downright agonizing. He keeps looking around the room, trying to determine which of these people might be the person his soul was made for. Nobody stands out in particular. The only people Eddie really notices are his friends. Stan is on the couch, holding Bevâs drink so she can arm-wrestle Mike over the coffee table. He lets her win, and they all laugh about it. Eddie is smiling to himself when Richie suddenly appears at his elbow.
âHaving fun?â he asks, leaning close to be heard over the music.
âSure,â Eddie says, noncommittal. He hasnât talked to a single person. Seventeen minutes. Heâs starting to get nervous.
Richie elbows him gently. âStop thinking so hard,â he says. âJust let it happen.â
Like Eddie has any other choice. The clock is ticking down, whether he wants it to or not.
Richie rolls his eyes, apparently not satisfied by whatever expression is on Eddieâs face. âCome on,â he says, and slings an arm around Eddieâs shoulders. âLetâs find something to take your mind off it.â
âGood luck,â Eddie mutters, but he goes where Richie leads him, same way he always does.
They end up in the basement, which is an entirely different atmosphere than the living room. Itâs quiet down here, and hazy. This is where all the stoners go to toke, Eddie realizes, and he almost turns right back around but, well. Maybe it wouldnât be such a bad idea. It would certainly calm his nerves.
But Richie doesnât pull out a joint like Eddie expects. Instead, he guides Eddie into the middle of the room, where a loose circle of people have gathered. Eddie recognizes some of them, but most of them are strangers. Richie sits down like he owns the place, though, his sprawling legs taking up too much room. Eddie sits across from him, leaving enough space in middle of the lazy circle for the small glass bottle sitting there.
Just as Eddie settles in, a pretty blonde girl reaches out and spins it. It whirls around several times, making a horrible racket against the concrete floor, but then finally starts to settle. It eventually stops, the neck pointed at a black-haired boy, his eyes so heavy they almost look closed. He perks up a little when the girl climbs into his lap, pressing a kiss to his mouth.
Eddie realizes all at once whatâs going on.
He glares at Richie. Richie smirks back. Of course he does. Heâs an asshole.
Eddie should leave. He should get up and walk out. His first kiss shouldnât be like this, because of some stupid game with a bunch of strangers that stink like pot. ButâŚ
Well, his soulmate is probably in this circle. Thatâs why heâs here, right? Heâs going to spin the bottle, and itâs going to land on someone, and theyâre going to kiss, and his watch is going to start beeping.
He glances at it. Nine minutes. His heart pounds.
The black-haired boy spins the bottle, and it lands on a redhead Eddie recognizes from his history class. She wipes her mouth after the boy kisses her, then spins for herself. The bottle points at a brunette girl and both of them giggle before they kiss each other on the cheek. Then the brunette spins and it lands on a boy wearing a backwards baseball cap.
It goes like this for some time. Eddie pretends to watch the game, but for the most part, he stares at his watch. Six minutes. Five minutes. Four minutes.
The pretty blonde who started the game kisses one of the other girls. The boys cheer for them, and the blonde draws away looking satisfied by the attention. She spins, and then the bottle lands on Richie.
Eddie stops staring at his watch.
She smiles at Richie, and he grins back at her. She scoots close to him and leans in, her hair falling almost like a curtain around their faces, but Eddie can just make out the way Richie dodges at the last second and kisses her cheek instead. Something unravels in his chest. He doesnât know why it matters, but somehow, it does.
Richie spins and lands on Evan, a guy from Eddieâs homeroom. Richie grins, hooks his arm around Evanâs neck, and drags him in so he can plant a sloppy kiss on Evanâs forehead. Evan shoves him away, but heâs laughing about it.
Then he takes the bottle in his hand and spins it.
It lands on Eddie.
Eddieâs heart stops. He doesnât have to look at his watch to know thereâs only a couple minutes left. Is this it? Is Evan his soulmate? He tries to picture it, but for some reason, he canât. Itâs probably because heâs said maybe six words to Evan all year. Will that change, once theyâve kissed? It will have to, right? You have to be able to talk to your soulmate. Whatâs the point, otherwise?
But then Evan leans forward, quickly kisses Eddieâs cheek, and falls back into his place in the circle.
Eddieâs watch doesnât beep. He glances at it.
One minute.
This is it. Holy shit, this is it.
He reaches out with a shaking hand. Should he spin it hard, or soft? Should he try to time it right, or should he just close his eyes and hope for the best?
Should he just get up and run out before everything has a chance to change?
He spins. His eyes, without his own permission, jam closed. His stomach swoops, and his chest is tight. His mouth dries out. He canât decide if heâs going to throw up or if heâs going to pass out. Either seems entirely likely.
The bottle slowly comes to a stop.
Eddie opens his eyes.
For a disconcerting second, heâs confused. The bottle is pointed at himself. Except⌠no. No itâs not. Thatâs the bottom of it. The top is aimed in the opposite direction, directly in front of him, at⌠atâŚ
âItâs you,â Eddie realizes.
Richie, sitting across from him, looks just as surprised. His eyes are wide, made all the more huge by his glasses. But then, slowly, he smiles. âCome on, Eds,â he says, and he gets up onto his knees, shuffling forward across the circle so heâs in Eddieâs personal space. Richie looms over him, smelling like cologne and cigarettes and some of the best memories of Eddieâs life. âYou donât wanna keep fate waitinâ, do you?â
And then he puts his hand on Eddieâs chin, tilts his face up, and leans down to kiss him. Itâs a shallow kiss, dry and chaste, and it only lasts for a handful of seconds.
Just long enough for Eddieâs watch to zero out and start to beep.
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Seasons Of Love
Fandom: Glee
Character/Ship: Artie Abrams x Reader, Finn Hudson, Will Schuester, Rachel Berry
Warning: Fluff
Writer: Cassie
Words: 1131
Requested by:@omgshortgiraffe
Summary: Y/N is Finn Hudson's sister, but she isn't popular. She is a quiet, shy, and extremely kind. Y/N and Artie first meet when the glee club goes to visit Carmel High (1x01) and she tags along with them. They both really like each other, but they are afraid to tell each other.
Authorâs Note: Song: Seasons of Love from Rent. Vocal Range: Alto or Mezzo. C4 to E5. Occupies the lower-mid section of this range, mostly.
Y/Nâs POV
âNo Finn. Not gonna happen.â
âSis, you have an amazing voice okay? And you would enjoy it. Itâs singing!â
âI donât care, Finn, I said no. N-O no.â
This has been the discussion with Finn for the past half hour. All about how I should join Glee Club and use my singing. I, of course, said no due to⌠conflict of interest.
âFine. All I ask is that you come to the Carmel High Showcase with us. Youâll see what itâs like and boom, fun!â I turned to see his face had that stupid smirk on it. The smirk that I always gave in to.
âFinn Christopher Hudson if you think that face is gonna trick me into going to some showcase with you, you are sorely mistaken.â I snapped, trying to head into the kitchen but Finn reached his arm around and blocked the door.
âOh donât full name me Y/N. Please.â He pouted, crouching down to match my eye level. He stared at me for a bit before I finally cracked.
âFine! Oh my god stop that itâs like youâre seeing into my mind!â I shuttered before ducking under his arm, heading into the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around me and smiled. âArenât you only in that club because Mr. Shue busted you with-â
âThey werenât mine!â
âYeah right. You hungry?â
âYeah. Sure.â He nodded before sitting on the counter. That was the night before the showcase. The next day I drove with Finn to the school and loaded onto the bus, sitting alone near the back. The perky brunette who elected herself the leader of Glee Club, Rachel Berry, walked to the back and sat next to me.
âSo youâre Finnâs sister?â
I nodded, looking over at her nervously.
âDo you sing?â
âS-Sort-Sort of. I uh- kinda.â
âAre you gonna join Glee Club?â
âR-Rac-Rachel Iâm just here for Finn. He asked me to come.â I said with my head down. She sighed.
âOh come on Y/N. Itâs fun!â
âIf I say Iâll think about it will you please leave me alone?â
Rachel smiled happily and nodded walking to the front as we arrived at Carmel High School. We all filed in and got our snacks, Finn babbling to Rachel about Quinn and Sour Patch Kids. The kid in the wheelchair wheeled next to me and smiled.
âHey, can you get me some of the peanut M&Ms?â He asked as he handed me $5. I nodded and walked up, placing his order of M&Ms before getting myself some popcorn and regular M&Mâs. I walked over and handed him his change and bag of M&Mâs with a small smile.
âHere. It was only $2.â
The lights flicker and Artie smiles. âIâm Artie by the way.â
âY/N.â I smiled.
âDo you want to maybe sit next to me?â He asked as he began wheeling to the auditorium. I nodded and helped him to a handicapped space before sitting in the theater seat between him and Finn.
âHey, guys, so this is supposed to be our competition, but, uh, I honestly donât think that theyâve got the talent that weâve got. But letâs be a good audience, all right? Give 'em some of that old McKinley High respect.â Mr. Schuester said before we sat back and watched.
âPlease give a warm Buckeye State welcome to last yearâs regional champions, Vocal Adrenaline!â
And we watched as all our dreams were crushed. Their performance of âRehabâ was perfect, it wouldâve made Amy proud. I looked between Artie and Finn, along with the others as they were completely stunned.
âWeâre d-d-doomed,â Tina whispered.
After the performance, we all walked out, me wheeling out Artie. I sighed and looked at him.
âI guess I gotta h-h-help you guy-guys,â I whispered nervously. He looked back at me and smiled, nodding.
âYeah, I bet if you talk to Mr. Schue heâd be all for it.â
I nodded and helped him onto the bus before sitting next to him. Later when we got back I ran up to Mr. Schue and gulped.
âMr. Schue! Mr. Schue!â
He turned and nodded. âYeah Y/N. How can I help you?â
âI would-would like to j-join Glee,â I said as I fumbled with my hands. He nodded and led me to the choir room. He sat on his stool and I looked around, arms crossed in front of me.
âWhenever youâre ready Y/N.â
I nodded and walked to the center of the room, closing my eyes as Brad the piano guy began playing. And then I began.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets
In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles
In laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life
How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan
I opened my eyes to see Mr. Schuster smiling as I went on.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?
In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges, he burned
Or the way that she died
It's time now to sing out
Tho' the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love
Remember the love
Remember the love
Measure in love
Measure, measure your life in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
I let out a soft breath and looked at the stunned Brad and Will.
âWhatâs your vocal range?â Will questioned
âA-Alto ish. I never really tested it a lot.â
âWell we are gonna work on that arenât we?â Will stood and smiled, shaking my hand.
âIâm in?â
âDefinitely. Anyone who can hit that high note is definitely in.â
I walked out to the paintball covered Finn, who smiled.
âDid you just-?â
I nodded and he hugged me tightly, picking me up and spinning us around. I laughed and held on before we got into my car and drove home. All I could really think of though was Artie, and how we could talk more. So much will happen now. All because of one song.
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Finding Firelight (Ch.3)
pairings: nalu -- mentions of albis, gajevy, gruvia words: ~4700 tagging: @culorisunet @natsusluce @siriusly-random. a/n: next update will be May 17th & Shout out to Mary and Amari for beta help!
summary: Lucy Heartfilia has a lot of reasons for attending summer camp, but getting spooked by campfire stories and falling in love with her best friend isnât one of them. modern summer camp au.Â
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"There's something magical about the camp, I just knew it the moment that I arrived," Layla said with a dreamy sigh, her fragile frame nearly swallowed up in her many blankets as a six-year-old Lucy sat patiently on the bed beside her. Her mama went through bouts of illness and this was the first time that a small, teary-eyed Lucy had seen her mother sick enough to be confined to her bed for the better part of a week.
No tears crossed Lucyâs eyes though. Instead, her entire being brimmed with happiness as she listened to her motherâs tale. Her motherâs eyes closed as the story ended, a small breath escaping her as she fought against medicine induced sleepiness.
Lucy hesitated, afraid of waking her, but a question burned on her lips, "What does magic feel like?"Â
Laylaâs eyes opened slowly. "It..." Her lips twitched, smiling softly. Her hand went to Lucyâs head, stroking her daughterâs short, blonde hair. Lucy leaned into her hand, smiling brightly at her mamaâs warm touch; it was the closest thing to a hug that Lucy had gotten in weeks while Layla fought a nasty illness. "Magic is something you feel here. In your heart.â
Lucy frowned, pressing a hand to her chest where she vaguely knew her heart resided. âLike love?â
âExactly like that, little one.â
âWill I feel it when I go there, mama?â A vision of dragons and magic sword fights flashed through her mind, bringing a delighted giggle to her lips.
âOnly if you let it.â Layla smiled, guessing what her daughter thought with stunning accuracy. Lucyâs emotions had always played across her face, something Layla would comment for years to come. âItâs not magic like wizards and witches, it wonât grant you magic powers.â
âThat would be fun though!â
âIndeed, it would! But this is different. Donât shy away from it, Lucy, and youâll find it.â
Lucy didn't quite understand, but her mama never lied. "Okay, mama."
âLucyâŚâ
âLucyâŚâ
âLucy!â
Lucyâs jaw cracked as she yawned, trying to shy away from the hand on her shoulder and fall back into her dream. It had been a pleasant one, where her mother had spent hours telling Lucy stories despite Judeâs demands for Layla to rest.
Someone shook her harder and the soft smile on Laylaâs face faded into her memory when Lucy snapped awake, narrowly avoiding a collision course with Erzaâs head as she sat up in her bunk. âErza? What are you doing? Itâs⌠so early.â
Erza sighed. âDid you forget your punishment?â
Memories from yesterday flooded through her and she gulped back her righteous anger, knowing that further argument would be a waste of breath. While Erza believed that Lucy hadnât swum to the docks, her fleeing along with Natsu had painted her as an accomplice, leaving Erza with no choice but to punish Lucy as well.
âRight,â Lucy replied gruffly, swinging her legs out of the bunk and stretching. Erza waited for her, looking sympathetic and resigned, while Lucy wiggled on an old pink skirt and a red shirt.
âWear your hair up,â Erza instructed, offering a red hair tie. Lucy smiled thankfully, pulling her hair back and tying it tightly; it would give her a headache later, but she didnât want to constantly fidget with it for the day. Â
âWhat are we doing?â She wondered aloud, but Erza reminded quiet, merely escorting her out the door.
Erza led Lucy to the lake of the camp, where she could see the other three boys rubbing their eyes sleepily. Natsu stared directly into the sun, half asleep, eyes somehow perfectly alright despite the agony. He woke when the two girls approached them and tilted his head to face them as their boots crunched in the grass.
âEveryone here?â Erza asked with her hands on her hips and face blank.
ââŚYes?â Lucy replied, looking from Gray, Gajeel, and Natsu to Erza then back again, wondering if somebody else had been racing with them that Lucy had missed. Would the others be considered accomplices for not stopping them, too?
âAye,â Natsu muttered, arms crossed.
âGajeel, Lucy â the two of you are preparing the arts cabin for the kids to come in after breakfast. Hereâs a list of what you need to prepare and hereâs what you need to hide,â Erza instructed, passing over two yellow pieces of paper. Lucy cheered silently, accepting one of the papers while Gajeel took the other, relieved that they would be inside and doing a relatively painless task. If anything, they would be done in a few minutes! How was this even a punishment? Lucy would have volunteered to do it without any coercion.
Erza continued. âYouâll also have to clean up from yesterday. Mirajane fell ill before she could continue after the kids so Iâm not sure what youâll be walking into there, her sessions are always entertaining.â
Lucy - who had only seen the aftermath of one of Mirajaneâs art sessions - made a face, but wisely stayed silent. The fair-haired counselor was particularly sensitive to comments against what she considered good ideas, something Lucy only figured out yesterday when Makarov had elected Erza to delegate punishment on them. Lucy didnât know what he had said that set Mirajane off, but she had left in tears while Erza berated the camp leader.
âGray, Natsu â hereâs some trash bags and gloves. Gildartsâ group went a little crazy at their bonfire and made a mess of their area. Youâre to pick it all up then empty the trashes into the dumpsters over there. I expect the area to be spotless or else.â
Natsu and Gray blanched. Nobody knew what happened in Gildartsâ group; it was loud and rambunctious, but only a select few were invited over there, the rest delegated between the other campers. Rumors said it was because Gildarts was the only one who could handle them, but she knew the boy named Alzack was there and nothing Bisca or Natsu said about him seemed difficult enough to warrant Gildartsâ attention.
Either way, Gildarts often had the best bonfires; one that regularly made such a mess that his group had to wake early to clean it up because doing so at night would only lead to be a bigger mess.
âThatâs cruel and unusual punishment,â Lucy noted while Gajeel sniggered.
Erza ignored her thankfully. âBreakfast break in an hour. Iâll check on you periodically so you better be working. The faster you do this, the faster you can get out of here. Everyone know what they are doing?â
âAye,â they chorused quietly.
âOnwards then!â Erza marched off to the docks, doing whatever else she did in her free time.
Gray and Natsu pulled on gloves and grabbed a trash bag, marching off in a flurry of muttered threats. Lucy giggled, hands clasped behind her back, grateful that she hadnât gotten that punishment, as she followed Gajeel. She didnât remember where the arts cabin was, but he seemed to know where they were going and led her between two cabins, obnoxious snores drifting out of the windows. It was only when they were in a deserted portion of camp that Lucy remembered she knew nothing about Gajeel.
âUhm, so, is this your first time at camp?â Lucy asked, studying his face. His piercings made her think that he would be threatening â scratch that, everything about his face read dangerous and she shifted on her feet, fearful, till he gave a bark of laughter. It didnât settle her nerves, but he sent her an amused look after that made her feel slightly better.
âNah, been here a few years, just not as long as those two.â He jutted his chin towards Gray and Natsu ---- or where she assumed they would be. Then he pointed ahead to a plain cabin; the only difference between it and every other cabin was the colorful door, where a rainbow of handprints decorated the exterior. âCabins up here, they keep it away from the bonfires. Safety reasons or some shit.â
âLots of things in there that could go up in flame easily,â she mused.
âItâs wood. This whole damn place is flammable. Nah, I just donât think they want to lose the door. Damn thing has been around here longer than anyone, think this is the oldest cabin here.â
Lucy frowned. âWhat do you mean?â
âEnd of the summer, everybody paints their hand and slaps the door like this is some sort of good luck ritual. Some sentimental bullshit about the camp living in our hearts, Gramps likes that mentality a lot. Everyone here does.â
Lucy bit her lip, eyeing the door with interest as they approached it, but she couldnât see more than a few handprints before Gajeel was pulling it open. âYou donât believe in that?â
âEven if I did, this isnât a musical. Donât think we need a lecture about it every year.â
âEver think itâs not just for you?â She asked sarcastically, vaguely recalling Makarovâs speech a few days ago about the friendships that lived on in the camp. It was the sort of clichĂŠ speech someone would expect from a summer camp, really, so Lucy had tuned it out, too lost in thought to remember the entire thing.
Gajeel didnât get a chance to respond as both their mouths dropped open.
The cabin was a wreck; streams were tossed about the room as though someone had played catch and a flurry of papers were stacked precariously on the table, coated in the aftermath of a glitter bomb that spilled slowly and steadily to the floor. A pair of scissors were stabbed suspiciously into the table, impressive in its own right when Lucy couldnât even pull it out. Someone had left a tray of crayons in the window sill, leaving behind a pool of melted rainbow colored wax.
ââŚHow do you even make this mess? What were they doing?â Lucy cried out, running a hand over her face only half an hour later, having finally finished separating the papers by color as required and swept up the glitter. âŚWell, enough that it wasnât obvious that someone had a glitter fight in the cabin. She didnât think the room would ever stop sparkling.
Gajeel shrugged, batting a stream that fell from the roof to land on his head. It clattered on the floor noisily and he stooped to pick it up, tying the stream off to keep it from unrolling and tossing it across the room. Lucy rolled her eyes, ignoring the mess he was only encouraging. It arched and with a thud landed in the small, thin basket that held the other streamers.
âThat was a lot of precise aiming for something that could be done in a few seconds,â Lucy noted when he did it a third time.
âThereâs a game after breakfast, I canât practice because of this,â he said, rolling his eyes.
Lucy snorted and he glared at her. They had only known each other for a little while, but Lucy could see that he didnât often allow himself to just have fun. He seemed the type that broke down walls with a single kick or stole candy from children. He did little to discourage it with his glares, too, but Lucy could already tell that he was just acting like a grumpy old cat.
A grumpy old cat perfectly capable of tying Lucy into a knot, so she didnât point this out to him.
The front room was cleaned up a few minutes before the chatter of some campers reminded them of breakfast. Lucy stretched her arms above her head till there was a pleasant crack and then she dropped them. âCâmon, letâs go! I hope they still have some peach oatmeal,â Lucy said, rocking on her feet, waiting for the taller man.
âTch, get there before Salamander then, he could probably eat a horse right now.â
âHe uses up a lot of energy being Natsu,â Lucy defended him as they left the cabin, the door closing behind them with a snap.
Most of the camp was still asleep, only some getting ready for morning hikes and some abnormally early birds wandering around. Lucy picked from the first batch of food, eating her food slowly as she waited for Natsu and Gray to show up for their breakfast. Gajeel finished his within a few bites, standing up to get seconds before Lucy was even halfway done with hers; his appetite was second only to Natsu, which made her think it was a genetics thing.
Gajeel finished his seconds, starting his thirds as Lucy finished her first bowl of oatmeal, and still there was no sign of Natsu.
âWhereâd they go?â
Gajeel shrugged, unconcerned, staring off into the distance.
Lucy sighed when he finished, knowing they couldnât delay any longer as their deadline approached. Maybe they had too much to do before breakfast to even consider taking a break. Yet, she knew it was unlikely for Natsu to skip breakfast either. Breakfast was his favorite meal of the day and he loved it â right up there with lunch and dinner. She played with her water bottle as they began their trek back to the arts cabin.
They only got a few steps before they were ambushed by an irritated Erza, dragging Gray and Natsu with her by the backs of their apparently sturdy shirts and dropping them to the ground. Both of their faces were bruised and cut; a knot was forming on Natsuâs forehead as though he had impacted something hard.
âNatsu!â Lucy crouched over him, biting her lip at the various bruises on his face. âWhat happened?â
âBest friends fight, Lucy, it happens.â Erza said, scratching her nose as Lucy kneeled beside her downed friend. There was an identical knot on Grayâs forehead and she guessed that meant the âsomethingâ Natsu had hit was Grayâs head.
Lucy huffed, her worry dissipating. It wasnât unusual for Gray and Natsu to fly off the handle and start brawls that involved the whole camp, but she thought they would be smart enough to wait till after their punishment to start another. Nonetheless she brushed his pink hair away from his forehead with gentleness, pausing when she felt him shift, eyes blinking up blearily before they settled on her. He grinned, canines flashing, and Lucy rolled her eyes while tapping his forehead. Â
Erza didnât notice him wake up, arms crossed and still speaking. âI thought it would be best for them to work together since Gajeel and Natsu fight too much to be left alone and Natsu wouldnât consider time with you as a punishment. But I donât tolerate fighting and they need to be separated before I have to intervene again. When they wake, weâre switching the groups.â
âUmmâŚâ Lucy said, frowning. Natsu wouldnât really work in the arts room, he would probably cause a mess while they were setting up things for the kids that would come in.
âLucy, youâll trade with Gray. Heâll help Gajeel and youâll help Natsu with picking up trash.â
Her mouth dropped open. âWhat? No! Erza!â
âSorry, Lucy,â she said, sincerely. Gajeel watched without much interest. âBut I donât have a choice. They should be almost done anyway.â
âWhy canât we just be done then?â
Erza blinked. âLucy, we canât just not finish a job.â
âButâŚâ Lucy rubbed her forehead, nose wrinkling in disgust.
âItâll be fine, Lucy, itâs not that bad,â Natsu told her, announcing his wakefulness by sitting up, rubbing his jaw where a bruise was starting to form. She winced for him, pulling his hand away to press her water bottle against the bruise carefully. It wasnât cold, but it was cool enough that she thought it would soothe the ache.
âYouâre dumb,â she told him, holding it in place.
âThatâs not nice or true.â
Lucy shook her head. âFacts are generally not nice, but even you canât deny that fighting Gray right now is a stupid idea. Do you want to be left picking up trash for the rest of your time at camp? Erza might actually do that. Then what would I do?â
His nose wrinkled and Lucy knew that meant ânoâ. The triumphant look on her face made him laugh. âYouâd be fine without me.â Natsu paused thoughtfully then said, voice low, âI could handle it, you know, you donât have to suffer with me.â
She tapped his forehead, not pointing out that Erza â who always seemed to hear when mischief was happening â wouldnât have allowed it anyway. âItâs fine, itâs always more fun when weâre together anyway. Just donât do it again, Iâm only picking up trash for you once.â
Natsu didnât speak for a long moment, enough that Lucy began to wonder if she had said something wrong. She was being truthful â she hated punishments and she hated picking up trash, but time with Natsu wasnât exactly a punishment to her. Erza had said it about Natsu, but she wondered if Erza knew that it applied to Lucy as well. After all, this was her best friend, the one who had helped her in the weeks following Laylaâs death, and picking up trash with him wasnât a hardship to do in return; it hardly compared, really, to what he did for her in those weeks or the ones that followed.
But friendship was new to her. As new as the camp. Was admitting such a thing abnormal to confess? Was her rejection of his offer â sweet as it was that he would take the brunt of trash picking for her â similar to slapping him? Lucy didnât know and she didnât know how to begin figuring it out either.
Lucy chewed her lip.
âAlright,â said Natsu finally, standing up and holding his hand out for her. Lucy looked up at him, noticing that Erza and a waking Gray watched them with interest. His fingers wiggled, a boyish smile crossing his face. âGuess we can suffer together.â
âIt canât be all that bad,â she replied, accepting his hand; his warm fingers clasped hers and he drew her to her feet with a single tug. Well prepared for his strength, Lucy didnât stumble, though her hand tightened a fraction around his.
At her words, he rubbed the back of his head with his free hand. âWellâŚâ Â
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It was worse. Far worse. She didnât even know people could make such an immense mess in one night; it was as though Gildarts had thrown a nonstop party with a hundred people in attendance rather than the ten or so people in his group. Lucy didnât want to imagine how horrible it must have been before Gray and Natsu started; if this was how it looked after those boys cleaning for an hour, she could only imagine how it looked before.
With her rising disgust, Lucyâs determination dwindled.
âI still donât see how I got dragged into this punishment,â Lucy grumbled, tossing trash into a bag with a wrinkled nose. âI wasnât even the one swimming.â Mainly because she couldnât, but Natsu didnât need to know about that particular weakness.
Natsu grumbled, his scarf wrapped around his face to keep the offensive odor of the trash away from his sensitive nose. Though his words were muffled, Lucy could make out his bitter remarks and she scoffed, stepping around him when he jabbed a piece of paper with his stick.
âYouâre the one who started this,â she pointed out unhappily, holding her breath as she tied off her garbage bag.
He scowled, hefting his bag and then hers into the dumpster. It was their second bag each and Lucy thought they were close to being done since the bonfire was starting to look like an actual place again. Only a little straightening up and they would be done.
They hurried away from the dumpster and once they were far enough away, she let out a breath, relieved to gasp in clean, fresh air. Natsu did a little jump to her amusement, garnering a dirty look and then a question. He repeated it twice, seeming amused by her inability to hear him through his scarf, before she understood.
âI donât know, she said we needed to be done before breakfast finished.â
Natsu shrugged and lowered his scarf, ignoring her squawk of protest. His eyes lifted to the sky, his hand shielding his eyes from the sun when he spotted it through a pair of trees. âIt should be done, we could probably go now,â he said hopefully. âCâmon, Lucy, Iâm hungry, letâs go before everyone finishes off breakfast. Weâre practically done here anyway, Gildartsâ can straighten it out when he gets here.â
âDo you really want to risk Erza finding out we left early? No, weâre going to finish this already so she doesnât have a reason to get mad at us again.â Then, lower, she grumbled bitterly, âWe already missed the hiking, Natsu Dragneel, we have nothing else to do.â It had started fifteen minutes ago, the hiking group shooting them pitying looks as they passed. How was it that she had been at camp for six whole days and done nothing? Sure, she enjoyed the welcoming feast and the bonfires, but the rest of the days were spent swimming related activities -- of which Lucy couldnât even participate in -- or hikes beyond her skill level.
She couldnât even finish her mission, just one dead end after another. As much as Lucy loved the camp, she hadnât found anything that really reminded her of Layla. It was like⌠she was missing something, but she couldnât tell what. What about this place had attracted Layla enough that she remembered it years later? It was silly to think a hike would offer her any insight, but Lucy wouldnât know if she didnât try everything.
Now she couldnât even go hiking till tomorrow and that meant another night of awful sleep. She kicked at a rock, watching it skid across the floor and crack against a boulder around the bonfire.
âThe hike for babies anyway,â Natsu scoffed. âWe need to go on a real hike and those start tomorrow.â
She pouted. âIâm not a baby, I just donât go on hikes like you do. Iâll work my way up to the harder stuff.â
âYou donât learn by starting out small like that! Itâs better to jump straight into it, learn as you go along with it. Itâs like jumping into the lake! You go one foot at a time, youâll become like Popsicle Princess.â
Lucy stared, dumbfounded. Partially because she hadnât ever jumped in a lake so she didnât know the difference, but mainly because his theory sounded ridiculous. âWhat? That makes no sense!â
âIt makes perfect sense, youâre just missing it.â
âI donât miss anything; my intelligence is vast.â
âDoesnât matter how intelligent you are if your reflexes are slow,â he said, raising his brow.
Lucy seethed. âWhat do you know?â
âEnough.â
âWell, you donât! My reflexes are fine!â
âProve it.â
âFine! Letâs go join the game that Gajeel was talking about, Iâll show you!â
With a sarcastic bow, Natsu gestured her forward. âLead the way.â
She stomped away, fuming. Sure, Lucy wasnât the most athletically inclined person; if her time wasnât spent on the lessons her parents required of her, she preferred to read and write, but Lucy had learned archery from Sagittarius when she was twelve, self-defense from her Uncle Capricorn when she was fifteen, and juggling from Virgo just last year to entertain her sick mother. Just an hour, once a week â enough that Lucy could easily win at a stupid ball game and prove her reflexes were up to par.
She missed the victorious grin that crossed his face as he followed behind her.
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Lucy approached the benches where Natsu sat, his face blank as he munched on an apple. His eyes only drifted to her when she dropped breathlessly down beside him. Her blood was still pumping, a roar in her ears. She smiled smugly at him. âAnd you doubted me?â she asked as the game began to wind down around them after her score-winning catch in the outfields knocked the other team out of the game.
They had been playing for close to two hours, maybe more, and Lucyâs heart was still racing from the joy of it.
They had tried to take it easy on her since she was the only girl playing and Lucy had wiped the floor with them all without even batting once.
âKnew you were going to win. If Cana was around, I would have put jewel on it,â Natsu said, tossing his apple core into a nearby trashcan. He wound an arm around her shoulder with a laugh. âYou showed them, look at his face.â He pointed at one of the boys with long brown hair and dog-like look on his face as he kicked the grass.
âI canât hear him,â Lucy said, watching the boyâs lips moving with the ferocity of his anger. Too much over a silly ball game.
Natsu tilted his head and she stayed quiet. His senses were always a tad better than hers â more than a tad, really â and she didnât want to distract him from the idle gossip. His arm was still around her shoulder and she relaxed into him, finding the rush of her game fading with each passing second. âHeâs complaining about how his sock went missing in the wash last time he was at camp,â Natsu explained, snorting.
âWhat? Why?â
âDonât know. That one is telling him to stop shouting about it though.â The second boy was shorter than the rest of his group with large, bushy eyebrows.
âWho are they anyway?â She recognized them from the cafeteria. They were just another unknown in a sea of vague faces.
Natsu indicated a haughty, white-haired boy. âThat one is Grayâs brother, but I donât know the rest.â
âI didnât know he had a brother.â
âWould you want to admit that Gray was your brother?â He asked skeptically. She elbowed him, laughing. âThey donât get along, no surprise there. Lyon is good at baseball though. If you lost to anyone, I thought it would be him.â
âI didnât though.â She demolished him when she caught his almost game winning hit. Had I missed, his team would have won. His team might have lost, but they had played fiercely and it was only through slim luck that Lucyâs had won.
âThose lessons paid off then.â
âLessons?â
âWell, you know how to juggle, donât you? You have to know how to catch to do that probably,â he told her, shrugging. âI figured that would put you on par with the rest of these ones here, but you did better than even I thought. Even Gajeel is impressed.â Â
Gajeel was one of the people on her team and there was absolutely nothing in his face that suggested he thought she had played well. She would trust that Natsu knew him enough to tell. Then a thought occurred and she flinched, looking over at him with wide eyes.
âWait a minute⌠you⌠you remembered that I wrote that?â She only told him once, months ago, during a ten facts session that he had started on accident, about learning to juggle. Not in her most recent letter, not in any sort of memorable capacity â months ago among a list of insignificant facts.
His gaze grew serious and slightly confused as though the answer to her question was fairly obvious. âI remember everything you write.â
NatsuâŚ
She opened her mouth, unsure of what she would say, when a coughing fit overtook her. Breathless, as though she had swallowed wrong somehow, Lucy turned away from his worried face, afraid that hers had turned as pink as his hair. She took a wheezing breath, rubbing her chest, and asked without really thinking, âThen why did you challenge me?â
âYouâre like Erza â youâll do something out of spite as well. Including leave before either of us got sick from that garbage,â he explained with a grin.
âI think someone could make some ethical complaints about that,â she complained, taking a deep breath as her lungs recovered. Her grew redder and she ducked her head. How pathetic, she thought. A boy expressed⌠something in her and she nearly choked on pure air. Â
âMaybe. Sorry,â he said sheepishly. âIt worked out though and it made up for missing the hike, right?â
Lucy thought carefully. âYou know what?â
âWhat?â
âI think youâre right,â she said, smiling brightly.
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Spring - 1
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A/N: You waited forever for this jdfdbf  so what Iâm gonna do is Iâm gonna write this in chapters because thereâs so much to write and I didnât know how to fit this all in one post. Anyway, I hope you like this first part! (totally inspired by Cheese In The Trap but also not)
Joshua Hong x Reader high school!au fluff (angst in later chapters)
Summary: Joshua is the picture perfect popular student. You? Eh, you were close enough. Heâs nice to everyone, except you. But you canât hold a grudge forever... can you?
Word count: 1,989
Hong Jisoo, or Joshua as he preferred.
How did he get everything you wanted effortlessly? Perfect grades, favor of the teachers, president of the student council; everything. Joshua was nice to everyone leading to be liked by everyone. There wasnât one person you knew that could talk bad about him.
Except you.
All it took was one time. In the last year of junior high, your English teacher had paired the two of you together for some poetry assignment that had to be presented. At the start, Joshua had told you that he didnât like the idea of partners and that you better do your work.
The entire time, you constantly argued about what to present and who would present what. You called his poem selections âlameâ and he called your presentation skills âboringâ and how he wanted to sleep through the whole thing. He even brought up the argument, âthis is why I have better grades.â
Itâs probably what the teacher gets for pairing the two top students together. When the project was done and over with, you agreed with yourself to not get acquainted with Joshua again.
No matter the amount of times he smiles at everyone, you saw him as a fake, control freak. All because of a project.
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Spring break was over, and the senior year of high school had just started. You walked into class and waved to a few students seated around. Letâs not get distracted this year, okay Y/N? Donât even let Joshua get to you was what you had prayed to yourself. You opened your calculus book to study before your teacher started class and felt a tap on your shoulder.
Joshua was behind with Jeonghan and Jun next to him. âHey Y/N. Letâs get along this year, okay?â Joshua let out his hand for you to shake. Jun and Jeonghan snickered when you ignored his hand and said whatever to Joshua. He slowly retracted his hand and walked over to his seat in embarrassment.
âAlright kids, Iâm sure you had a lot of fun during break, but that funâs over when weâre in my class, understood?â your teacher announced as he walked in the classroom. He went through his bag and handed a stack of paper to a student sitting up front for her to pass out.
As the class was progressing, there was something bothering you. You shifted in your seat a little and as you turned your head, you caught Joshua staring at you. He gave a little, shy smile then continued to take notes. What does he want? you thought.
The first break came around and you went to your best friendsâ class. You were sad that you had to be separated from him this year, but as long as you got to see him, it got you through the day.
Mingyu had tossed you a snack that your hands barely caught due to the surprise. âHey Y/N. How was your smarty-pants class?â Mingyu liked to tease you for over working for everything. If it wasnât for him, your life could have been about nothing but studying 24/7 without any fun.
âIâm in the same class with Joshua so you can imagine how I feel.â You puffed out your cheeks with an exasperated sigh. Your best friend was also another person who saw Joshua as a good person. How could he not when Joshua has actually helped Mingyu with a couple of school assignments when you were busy.
All Mingyu could really do was listen to you complain about Joshua beating you at something again. âThat hyung is really nice, it still surprises me that you guys fought like that before. You sure you didnât start it? Because you do come off as strong if Iâm being honestâŚâ his voice starts to waver as your death glare gets to him. He clears his throat and averts his eyes away.
âAnyway, maybe this year will be your year,â Mingyu nudged you with his elbow. Your mouth was filled so you just nodded your head. Not that you were going to make nice with Joshua all of a sudden, but Mingyu made you promise that you werenât going to let him bother you for âsomething dumbâ and to just focus on yourself.
Yeah, heâs right. Itâs my last year and I have way more important things to be thinking about. Iâm not going to let him have it.
And what do you know. Ever since that talk, miracles occurred left and right. For the first time in your years of high school, you were elected as class representative, received more attention from your teachers, more people coming to you for advice in school work. The best part was the thought of Joshua hasnât bothered you one bit.
That is untilâŚ
âOkay kids, if you would all sit down,â your chemistry teacher started, âIn a few weeks, we will start our group presentations.â All of the students would look around doing hand gestures to their friends in agreement that they would be together. âNow donât get ahead of yourselves. I had pre-paired everyone in groups of three,â boos and groans are heard all around. You didnât have anyone you could call a friend in class so it was alright with you. You just needed not to be paired with a slacker.
He listed all the groups, most of them paired with their friends in the end. Since you didnât care about who you were assigned with, you tuned out everyone else. Which ended up being a mistake because there were a couple names you shouldâve looked out for earlier.
âY/N, Iâm gonna pair you with Soonyoung,â Damn it. With him, Iâll have to do all the work you thought, âand Joshua. Thatâs all the groups, I suppose. If anyoneâs left out, let me know and maybe I can fit you in with someone.â He sat in his desk after instructing everyone to get in their groups.
Itâs over. You were told to work with two of the worst possible choices. Soonyoung, a dancer kid who dozes off sometimes; and Joshua, the number one student of your entire grade. The one who annoyed you so much about a stupid presentation four years ago.
The two grabbed chairs and sat next to you. Soonyoung, or Hoshi as he said he wanted to be called, and Joshua greeted each other as you sat in your seat looking like a brainless zombie. How bad could this get?
Hoshi cleared his throat and looked worriedly at the both of you across from him, âUm, I donât take that many notes so I kinda donât know what weâre doing.â Hoshi let out an awkward laugh and lowered his head. Damn it⌠âDonât worry, I can always help you. You have me and Y/N, right?â Joshua patted Hoshiâs back and looked at you for reassurance.
You looked back and forth at them and told Hoshi, âas long as you present good, I donât really care.â Something about the comment made Hoshi even more nervous. Joshua talked to him as you rested your face on your desk top. I knew things were getting too good around here.
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For two and a half weeks, you, Joshua and Hoshi met at a cafĂŠ to essentially tutor Hoshi on what they were going to talk about and ideas for presentation. Speaking honestly, Hoshi was almost always late from the after-school dance club that he was the leader for, so you let it slide.
Being alone with Joshua was pretty weird, if you had to put it in words. You were quiet the whole time, working on your part of the assignment. Every now and then, Joshua would try to talk, but it would be short-lived. I just want to get this over with.
One day, Hoshi texted the both of you that he wouldnât be able to come to school for two days due to getting sick. You shrugged your shoulders and started walking home from school. A tap on the shoulder, Joshua shyly waved at you. âY/N, are we still going to the cafĂŠ? Thereâs still some things we need to finish,â your eyes widened. Joshua was being nice? To you? Alone?
You looked around the street and only spotted a few people. You pointed to yourself in confusion, âMe?â He gave you a reciprocal confused look while still smiling, âIs there another Y/N around?â Realizing it sounded dumb that you thought he was talking to someone else, you stood straight and dusted off some inexistent dust off your lap.
âUm, why not. We have to revise everything Hoshi gave us.â
âGreat, Iâll buy for us then. Joshua started walking ahead. You shook your hands no as you stuttered in surprise, âYou donât have to do that. I have my own money.â He turned half way to face you and nature thought this was the best time to create a scenery from an anime.
You just happened to be on a street with cherry blossoms. And the wind just happened to blow some off the trees. Joshua said with the usual, nice attitude of his, âY/N, itâs fine. Letâs go.â Over the years, you noticed he got⌠handsome? Wait, what am I thinking? Y/N, get a hold of yourself. Donât fall for that smile.
Everything that you were seeing now was all so weird. It was the type of moments that you cringed watching in dramas. You walked past him quickly. Joshua walked behind you trying to catch up. Youâd even hear him saying hey, wait up!
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A man to his word, Joshua payed for your drink after 20 minutes of insisting. When he placed your cup in front of you, he sat down and grabbed his and some of Hoshiâs materials. Itâs been about an hour of you two alone and Joshua still hasnât made any remarks like how he did that one time four years ago.
Even after that time, he used to roll his eyes at you when no one was looking for a period of time. When did he stop that actually, I havenât noticed it lately. It was weird that he was treating you like everyone else.
âDo you still hate me for that project from a while back?â Joshua was writing notes down on his notebook, but he knew you were staring at him. He figured you were thinking about something. You tried to recompose yourself and get back to work when you clicked in what he asked. âHow do you know about that?â
Joshua laughed at your question, âYouâre not Mingyuâs only friend, you know that? We talk sometimes.â Damn Mingyu. Your cheeks are pink in embarrassment. You lower your head and quietly say sorry. The pen in your hand returns to write then is put down again.
âHey Joshua,â he looks up with a hm?, âwhy are you being nice to me?â He sat up straight and fixed his school blazer. âY/N, we were 14 when we did that stupid project. And we passed it, too. Donât you think that now when weâre 18, we should be focusing on more important things?â
It was weird hearing this from him because itâs the same thing Mingyu told you on the first day of the year. You suppose heâs right. It was stupid to begin with. Talking to him now, you realize that he is genuinely nice. He explained to you that the reason he was a jerk back then was because since you were as smart as he was, he wasnât going to think it was an easy A. He knew that you two would work even harder to exceed together.
You spent three hours getting to know each other and found common interests within one another. Even though you sent Hoshi a hope you feel better text, you were happy his cold gave you the time to see why everyone likes Joshua.
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