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serendertothesquad · 1 month ago

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Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "Should Odd Acquaintance Be Forgot" Episode Followup, Part 3

Man, we're already on to Part 3. I haven't even finished Part 1 of the goddamn episode. I've got 60 total screencaps already.

Hey, I warned you I could amass over 100 in one followup. RIP unlimited Tumblr photo limits.

Blending both episode parts here, so the credits won't be included in this part. With that said, let's go below the break to find out how it all ends.

(A post-editing note: I was informed that Leonie is, in fact, a girl, and not a boy like I thought. I'm keeping the LGBTQ+ theory because we've already gotten gay triangle villain and they could extend that to child villains too, but keep in mind that Leonie is a girl and not a boy. That's my bad.)

Putting aside the fact that Captain O's soft snoring should not be heard from this distance...

...

No, actually, that was the only thing I had for this section.

Looking at this made my back and hips go eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee and it's not even the good kind of eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee it's the "I just walked five hours without sitting" kind of eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Hi, I'm Seren, I'm in my mid-20s and I'm old as fuck. Get off my lawn.

Komugi Inukai's influence once again lives on in an American-Canadian property that has hopped continents.

Bigger question, though: why...why's it a pentagon? Is that a window? Is that a precinct symbol? WHY THE FUCK IS THAT THERE??????????????

EVIL BBC WORLD NEWS IS STILL KICKING???????????? AHAHAHAHAHAHA ARE YOU FUCKIN' SERIOUS?!?!?!?!?!

I mean, if you look at it from a certain angle, it can be a reference to how news companies can do immoral things and still be kicking. In this case, try to knock down a pseudo-government organization, get pwned by one of said organization's leaders, and you'll still have a newscast! FUCK CONSEQUENCES WHAT ARE CONSEQUE- *explodes in a nuclear manner*

The worst oddness in...hold on, this oddness has been contained for half a fucking millennium?

I just...Jesus Christ, this is so unbelievably stupid. World Turned Odd had something going with Odd Todd creating oddness instead of solving it. Having containment units be opened to release oddness is just downright dumb. It's like half-assing your job by shoving oddness in a container and then going back and saying "whoop well I solved the case". But you didn't. You slapped a Dollar Tree bandage on it. Temporary fix.

See, another reason why this whole line of motive logic is stupid: the blame is on you guys just as much as it is on Ozzie.

The man couldn't handle the pressure from a few bad apples and quit, because he most likely didn't get enough training from the previous Director, if any. So he had to ride the wave and then get faced with a small but powerful tsunami.

You guys were allegedly "smart" but couldn't tell that the manual was backwards and didn't bring it up to Ozzie. You took it like the Bible and followed it to the letter and stumbled into creating oddness instead of striving for normalcy. That, and you let your numerical biases get in the way of solving oddness instead of overcoming them, because whoever taught you at the Academy failed at their jobs and/or was severely unqualified.

Not that Tasha will admit to it, of course. But addressing all of these problems would make the finale seem so much better than it currently...ehhh...well, I can't say "than it currently is", because to me, it's not top-tier. It's decent. But you get what I'm saying, surely.

Hey, at least Oxandra got better at the evil laugh thing. Props to her.

Okay, I'm starting to realize that these are the containment units.

So with that said, why is there one on what looks like a top floor of HQ, on display where people can see it? Makes no sense other than for advertising, "look at what we've done" purpo- oh God that's what that is isn't it. FUCKING HELL-

Oddness is invading his workplace and he's fucking worried about food. God bless him. My kind of kiddo.

AAAAAAAHAHAHAHA WHAT???? THEY TRANSPORTED HER TO THE OFFICE...WHY?????????

Oh...that's not even stupid. That's downright hilarious. I can't explain it, but I'm crying and wheezing at how they up and decided to move her from the bench to her chair. All they need is to tie strings to her arms and operate her as a puppet! Of corpse she's alive!

This is gonna lead to him becoming a Director again, isn't he.

Even Orpita becoming the new Big-O-by-function made more sense than this, and that was just plain obvious. This isn't as obvious, but at the same time, I can kinda see where this is going.

I was going to make a comment on Onom's skewed priorities here, but then I noticed the Jesus cross up above his head.

"Okay, I'll take charge. But only until Captain O wakes up."

Beautiful! You got 9 minutes. Chop chop.

Orwell seems to forget that Captain O was a seafarer whose title actually meant something, and Ozzie was not a seafarer in any capacity.

There's also a reason why titles like "Mr. O", "Captain O", "Ms. O", etc. are just that: titles. They are not names. They are titles.

Again, this is a matter that will be expanded on in a future Seren's Study.

Ohhhhh so iss' like th'...th' pienado container...

*long looooooong maaaaaaaaan sigh* My soul hurts. Don't bring a legend of an episode into this. You have no right to desecrate it for your own gain, TASHA.

See, at least with pies, it was understandable that they were bullets because it was understandable that Odd Todd was performing what is essentially attempted mass murder but with pies.

The Terrible Three don't have that same motive, and thus, this isn't a shooting at all. So this paper airplane, while causing massive damage if it hits Ozzie, does not mean the dramatic "HE'S GONNA FUCKIN' DIE FROM A HEAD WOUND" that Tasha thinks it does.

THEY BROUGHT THE LASER BUTTERFLIES BACK FROM "THREE PORTALS DOWN"?????? BE THE FUCK FOR REAL AND TELL ME WHY THEY AREN'T IN THEIR PROPER DIMENSION. TELL ME THAT, TASHA. TELL ME THAT, WRITERS. EXPLAIN YOUR SORRY ASSES.

His middle name is "Gadgets"? Huh, I always thought it was "The".

(Didn't think I'd have to dig in my brain for that reference.)

"New agents" and it's just children from off the streets.

Because fuck the Academy, right? Fuck it! I'm so sorry for asking-

been here less than a year

already knows a damn good chunk of the kids in this playground

I'm sorry, but this walks a very fine line between "convoluted" and "well, it actually makes sense". How does Orli know all these kids beyond just "I made a few friends when I moved here"? Did she just go to the playground on her day off and meet them? The regulars?

Once again, the Academy is always an option, and realistically there is nothing wrong with reusing a shot from "Oscar Strikes Back" and then showing a building they could use as an Investigation building...but they don't. They decide to go this route instead. And suddenly, my theory of "what if they brought back the 13 living legends?" seems sane. Impossible, but sane.

This entire scene just tells me that, if Orli wanted to, she could lead one hell of a cult. Ozzie leads a precinct, she leads a cult devoted to Odd Squad and to him.

"We need you to become Odd Squad agents and help save the town."

That's not how this works...that's not how ANY OF THIS FUCKING WORKS.

Are we just fucking throwing away lore at this point? Across 10 years? Did they even try? Do they even care? Are they just trying to get a passing grade for a weekly paycheck? TF is this, retail? Fast food? Where you do the bare minimum and still get paid?

Y'know, do you guys remember when I said I'm tired of this show as a whole? I may be tired of it, but I still care about it. I can recite lore and infodump on you like no one's business. I still write stories about it. I still talk about it with friends.

This is what happens when you're tired of the show and don't care, but the network still drags you back down into hell after you just crawled your way out of it. And that's despite what the news articles want you to believe.

We are witnessing the absolute potential pinnacle of franchise rot.

Okay, first of all, the fact that this girl uses the "we" worse than the Fresh Prince does.

Second of all, the fact that these kids are absolutely not concerned about dying whatsoever.

Both of these things are capital sins.

What's also a capital sin is calling these kids "new agents" when they are not employees of Odd Squad. It's like if I walked into Target and called myself a cashier when I don't work there.

OH MY GOD SHE IS A VILLAIN!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HOLY FUCKING S H I T I CALLED IT?!?!?!?!?!?! BRO I DIDN'T EVEN M E A N THAT I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A NAME THEY GAVE HER!!!!!!!

Oh God...ohhhhh...I got fuckin' blindsided, holy shit. If there's a second season/fifth season, I need an episode dedicated to this villainess right here.

NO ORLI NO!!!! NO DON'T TELL THE VILLAINESS YOUR PLAN!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

You geddit???

'Cause...'cause they're the department colors????

Are you laffin'?

ARE YA LAFFIN' YE-

She doesn't even address any kid by fucking name. And okay, fine, maybe it's because she doesn't know this girl, but still...it's a little demeaning.

Is...is that Plant Room a fixture of Odd Squad??? It's just a greenhouse labeled Plant Room? That's like naming a weed shop 420!

(On to Part 4!)

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starlitangels · 2 years ago

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Through the Years

James has a canon partner James has a canon partner James has a canon partner!!! His Imperium bonus audio implied a childhood-ish friends situation so have this! 5.5k words

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Elementary School

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I peered out the window, watching the moving van in the driveway of the house next-door. People had been going back-and-forth between the two for a while.

Carefully, I crept out of the house and to the fence separating my house from the next-door one. I peeked around the line of hedge, just watching. They had a kid around my age that was carrying small boxes and other light things like brooms. He smiled a lot but he also seemed serious. He had dark hair and a grey shirt with pictures of the moon phases in a circle around the front.

“Jimmy!” the boy’s mom called from the front door.

“Coming!” He ran to her. I just watched, hiding behind the bush. The woman crouched down and spoke quietly to the boy.

Her eyes flicked over to me. I ducked behind the hedges, staying low so my head couldn’t be seen, backing up closer to my house.

I heard footsteps crossing the lawn of the house next-door and moved to take off for my backyard. But—

“Hi!” a voice said loudly. I jolted.

There was the boy, standing on the line between his house and mine. Waving at me. Smiling.

I stood up straight. “Hi,” I greeted quietly.

He came right up to me, not seeing me take a step back. “My name’s Jimmy!”

I gave him my name in return, still quiet. Trying to figure him out.

“I’m seven-and-a-half. How old are you?” he asked.

“Seven.”

His smile got bigger. “We’re almost the same age! Wanna be friends?”

“Uh… sure,” I said.

He gave me a hug. “We’re gonna be best friends,” he announced.

“Okay.”

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Middle School

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Knock-knock!

That short, hard rap on the back door was familiar. No one else knocked on the back door—they used the bell at the front door.

I hopped up from my bed, dropped the book I’d been reading on the mattress and went thundering downstairs. As I ran, I heard Mom call, “Jimmy’s here!”

“Got it!” I shouted back as I reached the back door. I was beaming as I threw it open. “Hi!”

“Hey. Wanna come jump on the trampoline with me?” he asked.

I turned. “Mom, can I?”

“Sure. Be careful.”

“We will!” I called, shutting the door behind me. We raced across my backyard, climbed the short concrete wall that separated his backyard from mine, and went to the other side of his yard to clamber up onto the trampoline.

We started the way we always did. A slow warm up to get our jumping legs ready, and then trying little tricks. I’d been doing front flips for years, but could never manage to land them. Always coming down on my backside instead of getting my feet under me. He was always faster and turned better and could land his tricks.

But he wasn’t smiling as much as he usually was. His hair had been getting darker the older we were getting, and it flopped up and down above his pensive expression.

“Hey,” I said, bending my knees hard to stop jumping. “What’s… what’s wrong?”

He met my eyes. The trampoline was under a massive old tree whose lowest branches were too high up to reach even with a decent launch at our age. In its shade, his eyes were dark.

His jump turned to a bounce and he stopped too, folding himself down onto the black mat. He sat cross-legged with his elbows on his knees.

I plopped down in front of him. “What’s wrong?” I tried again.

He took a deep breath and shoved a hand through his hair, making it get even messier than it had been before. “I can’t go into middle school being called Jimmy,” he said. “I’m gonna get made fun of.”

I blinked. “Are you just gonna be Jim then? Like Captain Kirk?”

“No.” He held my gaze. “Is it okay if you call me James from now on?”

We’d been in the same class before and I’d never once heard his real first name. I blinked again. Slow and owlish. “O-of course. James. I can do James.”

He gave me a sad sort of smile. “Thanks.”

“Welcome.” I got to my feet and held out a hand. “Bet I can do a full three-sixty faster than you.”

He laughed and reached to take my hand, but before he could I shoved my weight downward with a thrust of my knees and launched him upward. He got his feet under him and landed a bit shakily, but stabilized and stayed standing. “You are such a jerk!” he teased. I laughed and hopped nimbly away from him.

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James clutched his head, two years later, tears streaming down his face. Voices… so many…

His parents’ voices, his best friend next door’s, their parents’, his neighbors on the other side. Why could he hear all of them? Why were they in his head? He couldn’t hear any of those voices with his ears. They were all in his head.

—should start making dinner soon— —did she ask if James finished his homework?— —book’s plot makes no sense but these characters are amazing— —have the neighbors over for dessert again— —could kinda go for a sandwich right now— —why is she looking at me like that? Has she found out about the affair— —finances aren’t doing so well—

James clenched his jaw, trying with all his willpower to force the voices out of his head. He didn’t want to hear any of this. All the snippets of everyone around him. They were so overwhelming.

He grabbed his phone and slid it to the side to expose the keyboard. Hey, he texted, wanna ride our bikes to that hiking trail behind the park?

He plunked in a familiar phone number and moved out of the To: space. It autofilled with the contact name (Bestie) and he sent the text.

The reply came quickly. Let me ask my parents.

—sounds fun. Wanna ride my bike— —probably a little hot but I’ve got a water bottle holder on my bike— —need to grab some socks—

“Why can I hear you? Why can I hear you?” James whispered.

He jumped to his feet and rushed downstairs. “Mom?” he called.

“What is it, James?”

“Can I ride my bike to the park?”

“Alone?”

“No.” He pointed toward his best friend’s house. “They’re coming with me.”

“Be home before dinner,” his mom said.

He bolted for the garage, grabbing his bike and shoving his phone in the pocket of his cargo shorts. Clicking his helmet over his head, he pushed his bike outside and slung one leg over it. His best friend joined him moments later, all ready themselves.

“Let’s go,” James said when they pulled up even.

The two pedaled off down the street, bending forward as though it would make them go faster.

They reached the park, locked their bikes to the rack, and marched across the mostly-empty space to the head of the hiking trail. James set off down the path without waiting to see if his friend was following or not.

“Hey, wait up!” they called from behind, jogging to keep up.

The farther the two of them got from everyone—the trail went into the forest on the edge of the suburbs—the quieter the voices got. The voices in his head faded completely after a bit.

Except for his friend’s.

—worried. He looks worried— —wonder if he’s okay— —should I ask?— —he never wants to talk about stuff like that— —been friends for years— —does he not trust me?— —hope that’s not it—

James wanted to whirl around and reassure them that he trusted them more than anyone else. He just had no idea how to tell them that he could literally hear their thoughts. The relief of only hearing the mind of one person almost made him want to cry. He had to learn how to control this. He didn’t know how. But he’d figure out a way.

“Something wrong?” they asked finally.

“Just… feeling overwhelmed. Needed to get away,” he said.

His best friend raised a brow but started to smile. “Glad you brought me with,” they said.

—definitely trusts me—

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High School

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I burst into laughter, grabbing James’ shoulder to keep myself steady and upright as I doubled over. “Oh—oh man,” I choked out between gales of laughter. “I—I swear, James—sometimes I swear you can read my mind.”

His eyebrows twitched but he just chuckled. “Maybe I know you too well,” he said. “I mean, I’ve known you for like ten years.” He slung an arm around my shoulders. “Maybe my intuition about you is just spot-on after my next-door neighbor has been my best friend for most of my life.”

Like a mature young adult, I stuck my tongue out at him.

Ollie laughed too. “I didn’t know you two were next-door neighbors,” he said. “Is that really why you’re eerily in sync all the time? Like, you two finish each other’s sentences so often it freaks me out sometimes.”

James and I exchanged a glance. “I mean, probably. We do a lot together,” I said. “Even if it’s just sitting in my parents’ basement studying.” James nodded agreement. Ollie chuckled.

“You two are hilarious,” he said.

The bell rang, dismissing us from classes for the day. The three of us leapt to our feet, gathering our backpacks and rushing for the door. James’ hand closed around my wrist to keep us from getting lost in the crowd as we wove through throngs of students to the parking lot. I followed him to his car, climbing in when he unlocked it.

We sat there for a minute. James had both hands on the wheel, ready to go. He just… wasn’t turning over the engine. Wasn’t driving. He was looking into the middle distance. Sometime in junior high his hazel-green eyes had cleared up to be completely green and his hair had darkened to pretty much black. In the right light I could still see the brown but for all intents and purposes, it was black.

“J… James?” I asked.

“Mm?”

“Are… are we going?”

“I thought I’d wait till the rush to get out of the school parking lot cleared up a little,” he replied.

“We were the first ones out here. There wasn’t a rush,” I pointed out.

“Were we?”

I twisted in my seat. “What’s wrong?” I reached out and set a hand on his shoulder. My mind was spinning in a fast downward spiral. Worry, concern, fear—was he okay? Was something bad happening?

He turned to face me. “I need to talk to you,” he said.

“That’s the worst way to open up a conversation if you’re trying not to induce anxiety; but sure, go ahead,” I said.

“This isn’t… this isn’t a bad thing. You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise.”

“Okay…? So what is it?”

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “I don’t know how to say this, and I know you won’t believe me. But I am telling you the full, unfiltered truth.” He opened his eyes and met my gaze. “I… I can actually read your mind.”

I blinked owlishly at him. “I… I’m sorry, what?”

“I can read your mind.”

“Yeah I got that bit, I was more searching for a broader explanation.”

I can read your mind, James’ voice said in my head. His mouth didn’t even move.

I recoiled in shock. “Since when are you telepathic?”

“Since we were fourteen.”

“H… how? Why?”

“I don’t know. I just… can. I… I felt my chest start to burn that day I texted you about biking to the trailhead. And I could hear all these voices in my head. And a lot of them were things I really didn’t want to know. I couldn’t control what I was hearing or who. It was all so much and I needed to get away but my mom wouldn’t let me go out alone so that’s when I texted you about the trailhead. And then when we were away from everyone else… when it was just your voice… it calmed me down. I’ve been… figuring things out ever since on my own.”

“Who… who else knows?”

He shook his head. “Just you. I haven’t even told my parents.” His shoulders slumped. “Please don’t tell anyone else.”

“No. I won’t. Of course not. Thank you, for trusting me. Even if this is weird as hell.”

That almost made him smile. “I had to tell someone. And I don’t trust anyone else as much as I trust you.”

I squeezed his shoulder. “I’ll do everything I can to help you. Do you still get overwhelmed with thoughts a lot?”

He thought for a moment. “Not as much. I’ve learned to push down whatever the energy is that lets me hear other people’s thoughts—”

—and put my own voice into their minds, he added without moving his mouth. Directly in my mind. I flinched but tried not to flinch away from him. That was unsettling and I doubted I’d get used to it any time soon.

“Okay. If you ever start to lose control or whatever, let me know and I’ll do whatever I can to help.”

“Thank you,” he said quietly. He was quiet for a moment. Then cleared his throat. “Shall we head home?”

“Yeah. Let’s get outta here.”

“Don’t tell anyone, remember?”

“Never.”

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James held his friend close to his chest, using his body to shield them. The people around him, they felt like him. He didn’t know how he knew, nor how he could sense it. But he could feel that they were like him.

He focused and opened his mind—

And released a telepathic scream.

The group around the two of them all clutched at their heads, bending over and squirming as if it would offer relief.

James grabbed his friend’s hand and they both ran for it, dodging between two of the dark-clad people and out of the alley. He led his friend down the sidewalk and into the entrance of the mall they’d been heading for anyway, ducking into one of the larger department stores that bookended the massive structure.

His friend panted, holding his hand tightly, as they fell into a spot hidden from other people by clothing racks. “What… what was that about?” they managed to get out between pants.

James shook his head. “I don’t know. But… but they felt like me. I don’t know how I know. It was just this… this energy that I could feel coming off of all of them. The same sort of energy that comes off me when I read minds. But all of theirs were… slightly different. I don’t know how or why I even know that, but I do.”

His friend swallowed. “O-okay. How did you… do whatever you did to get us away?”

“I just… I don’t know. Opened my mind to all of theirs and… screamed.”

They nodded. “We’ll unpack that later,” they remarked. “Should… should we call the police?”

“We’d have a hell of a time explaining what just happened to them,” James remarked casually. “What… what I did to them.”

“James—we got jumped in an alleyway. In Dahlia, of all places!” his friend hissed. “We gotta tell somebody.”

“E-excuse me?” a voice hedged, hesitantly.

James and his friend whirled.

A young woman maybe in her thirties was standing there, among the racks. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation.”

James shoved his friend behind him protectively so their back was against the wall. “What do you want?”

“Hey. Easy there, sport,” the woman said, putting her hands up in surrender. “Look, feel that energy coming off of me. That same energy that came off of whoever attacked you. The same sort of energy coming off of you.”

James narrowed his eyes, probing at her mind with his powers.

For the first time ever—

She pushed back. Hard. He couldn’t get in.

His eyes widened. “How are you—”

“Look. I'm like you. There’s a lot of people like us in this city,” she said quietly. “A whole community—an entire world waiting for you. Of people who know and understand what it’s like to experience the world the way you do. Who can help you. Teach you. There’s so much more that you could learn and do.”

James narrowed his eyes again. “Prove it,” he hissed.

—humanborn— —wow. Don’t have any mental defenses whatsoever— —not surprised— —no opportunity to learn how—

Her voice filtered into his head like a stream of consciousness. The same way he put his voice in his friend’s head.

He took a startled step back and put his arm around his friend, holding them to his back. “Oh, my God…” he whispered.

The woman lowered her hands. “I know you’re freaked out. You don’t have to trust me. But—” She reached into the pocket of her jacket and withdrew a business card. “Go to this address. It’s where the government for people like us is. They can help you. Get you set up to learn more about your magic.”

“Ma—magic?!” James whispered.

The woman nodded. James carefully took the business card from her, peeking down at it. “That’s what your powers are. They’re magic. And there’s so much more to it than you know. You’re a Telepath specialist, but you can learn more than Telepathy, if that’s what you want.” Her eyes flicked over his shoulder to where his friend was peering over his shoulder. “The magic protecting the building won’t let your friend in. You’ll have to leave them behind.”

“Like hell if you think I’m going there by myself. They know about me. They’re coming with me.”

“You don’t know how to push the magic away from them. It won’t let them in.”

“I don’t care.”

“Fine. Then trust me to take you there and I’ll push the magic away.”

James glanced at the address again. He knew the area it was in. That street name housed a lot of unimportant governmental offices that no one visited unless you worked there. He’d passed it before a couple times.

It was a decent walk, but doable.

“Show the way,” he said.

Thirty minutes later, he found himself sitting beside his friend—clinging to their hand as tightly as they clung to his—in a suffocating cube of an office, opposite a man in a casual business outfit. “So. James. You’re a Telepath,” the man said.

“That’s what the woman who brought us here said too.”

“Mm. I can feel it in your aura.” The man nodded. “My name is Charles Hobb. I work with the Humanborn Integration Division.”

“Is that supposed to mean something to me?” James asked.

“Not yet,” Charles Hobb replied. He steepled his hands. “You, son, are what’s called a humanborn. You are a person with magic who was born into a family without magic. You are what we call empowered, and your family—and friend here—are referred to as unempowered.” James squeezed his friend’s hand. They squeezed back.

“And what does that mean for me?”

“Well, first, we’re going to have to get an emergency informed unempowered status for your friend because they’ve known for—how long?”

“Almost two years.”

“Damn it,” Charles Hobb whispered. “Anyone else know about your magic?”

James shook his head. “No.”

Charles Hobb sighed, pushing his hands through thinning hair. James wondered if that was why his hairline had receded so rapidly. “Good.” Charles Hobb took a fortifying breath. “Okay. Are you going to college, right now?”

“Not yet. Semester starts soon.”

“Do you want to finish your degree before you go to a magic academy or do you want to go to a magical academy and pursue your career in our world?”

“That’s an option?”

“Yes, it is.”

James glanced at his friend. They were gonna go to college together, stick close to each other the way they always had.

They met his gaze, eyes wide but a sad smile on their face. “It’s up to you, James,” they said softly. “These people can help you. All these years, you’ve learned on your own, but imagine if you didn’t have to. There’s formal education and training.”

“But my degree,” he pointed out. “I was gonna do business, remember?”

His friend scoffed. “Screw a business degree—this is so much cooler!” Their hand tightened around his. “You get to learn magic! Do you know how much I would love that if I had the opportunity?”

“But—we were going to do college together—”

“James. You’re my best friend. Always have been. But not going to college together isn’t going to destroy our friendship. We won’t let it.” They held his gaze. “Do whatever you feel is best for you and your future.”

You are what’s best for my future. You are my future. I can’t imagine a life without you, he thought, keeping those words firmly in his own mind.

His gaze flicked between his friend and Charles Hobb. “Do I have to decide right now?”

“Of course not, son, but the sooner the better.”

“Okay. I just… I need some time.”

“You can take it. We’ll get the Informed Unempowered status granted for your friend, and processed for your parents too. We’ve found it’s usually better for humanborns’ parents to know what’s going on with their child.”

James felt the blood drain out of his face. “That’s okay. You don’t have to bother. That must be a lot of extra effort—”

“Not at all. We do it all the time.”

His friend turned a concerned expression toward him.

Not even trying, he heard their thoughts.

—I know that face— —scared— —parents won’t approve— —man, his mom is gonna flip her lid—

James screwed up his face and forced his friend’s thoughts out of his head. They were right but they didn’t have to say it like that.

He shoved to his feet, dragging his friend up with him. “Can we leave?” he asked Charles Hobb sharply.

“You’re free to go. We’ll be in touch.”

James dragged his friend out of the office.

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College/Academy

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I flopped across my bed in my dorm room, closing my eyes against the sting of a long day. My backpack flopped off my arm and onto the ground.

Vzzt! Vzzt! My phone started vibrating. I grabbed it, leaning up to look at it.

A text from James.

*clink* *clink*

I slid my phone so the keyboard was exposed and texted him back, What’s that supposed to be for?

Instead of a text, the barest brush of a familiar voice touched my mind. I’m throwing pebbles. Look out your window.

I launched off my bed fast enough I slammed my knee into the bedframe. Ignoring the ache, I scrambled over to the window and shoved it open.

Standing down in the common ground area of several dorm buildings, was James. Looking like every other business major on campus. Dark-wash jeans, henley, nice sneakers, leather jacket. Hands in the pockets of his jeans.

“J—James!” I gasped, breathless.

He smiled and waved.

Disregarding my fatigue, I twisted and bolted out of the dorm room, running down several flights of stairs to make it out to the grounds.

James hadn’t even moved. Just stood there.

He held his arms out as I got close—grunting in surprise when I slammed into him full force and crushed him in my arms. “Oh my God I missed you,” I whispered, burying my face in his neck.

“Missed you too,” he replied, holding the back of my head close to him. “Have you been okay without me?”

“Yeah. Well, no. But yeah.”

He laughed. “C’mon. Dinner?” he asked.

I turned back toward my dorm room. “Let me go grab—”

“It’s on me.”

I made a face at him. He made the same face back.

Please?

I glowered. “That’s cheating,” I said.

“How so?”

“I don’t know. It just is.”

He laughed. “Go grab your keys and jacket. It’s gonna be getting cold. I’ll be right here,” he said, perching on one of the stone picnic tables in the common grounds casually. He withdrew a small book from the pocket of his leather jacket and began to read it, looking like everyone else.

Rolling my eyes, I did as he said, going back to my dorm room for my keys and jacket. I grabbed my wallet out of my bag for good measure but if he said it was on him, he was too stubborn to back down no matter how much I protested that I could pay for myself.

I made it back downstairs and he was still at the picnic table. One of the girls I recognized from a neighboring dorm building had conveniently sat on one of the benches of the same table, but James was politely ignoring her where he was leaning against the edge of the table itself. I shot a glare at the girl, who didn’t seem to notice me, and went over to James. He smiled at me and held out a hand. I took it and dragged him away from the grounds area. He chuckled.

“What’s so funny?”

He shook his head. “Nothing,” he said. “You just had zero nice thoughts about that girl.”

“She was making eyes at my best friend,” I grumbled.

We made it to the parking lot. His familiar car was in a Visitor space. He got my door for me and climbed in the driver’s seat himself.

“So, how’s magic college?” I asked once we were both shut inside and private.

“Like nothing I could have ever imagined,” he replied.

“Learning a lot?”

“Too much. And not enough. The mechanics of using magic, sure. But there’s this whole culture brewing underneath that… it’s still beyond me.” He shook his head. “It’s not been… easy. Sometimes I feel like I’m being actively targeted for not knowing everything about the empowered world. Nothing terribly bad has happened yet but…” He shrugged. “I’ve been called a few rude things.”

“By who? Let me at ‘em!” I said.

He laughed. “I appreciate that but it’s fine. I usually get my revenge by getting higher grades than anyone else despite my lack of experience.”

I grumbled something unintelligible but frustrated, crossing my arms.

James clenched his hands around the steering wheel. His breathing was slow and steadying.

“J? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just…” He swallowed and brushed a loose lock of his bangs out of his eyes. “It’s nothing.”

“James,” I warned. “Don’t you dare shut me out. I haven’t seen you in months and now you get all cagey?”

“I’m not trying to be. I’m just… I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

“Join the club. Out with it.”

“It’s, uh, well… these last couple months… not seeing you… it’s put a lot of things into perspective. For me. How much I relied on you. Missed you when you’re not right there. How much you mean to me. How much… how much I need you.” He glanced over at me. The car was still off and we were still stationary in the parking stall.

I blinked at him. “I’ve missed you too. A lot,” I said. A sense of confusion fell over me. He was being really intense for just saying he missed me.

“That—that’s not all,” he said. Urgently. He twisted in his seat to face me. I did the same.

He swallowed and looked anywhere but at my face, taking a fortifying breath.

“I… I have feelings for you. I have for years. I never knew how to tell you. Telling you about my powers was less scary than telling you about my feelings. I want you. And I know there’s no way to say this without putting you on the spot but I couldn’t—I just—the academy is really lonely without you there with me and it’s made me realize how deep my feelings for you are. And you don’t have to say anything. I know this must be a lot to process but I had to tell you after all this time alone and—mmph!”

I cut him off by kissing him.

He went rigid before completely melting against me. His car was old enough that there was no center console. Just a front bench. He reached across it and dragged me until I was next to him. Breathing hard through his nose.

—come here— —better than I dreamt— —taste good— —dreamt about this for years—

His voice drifted lazily but intensely through my head.

—want you— —want more— —I love you—

He pulled away from the kiss, green eyes wide.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I didn’t mean for you to hear that one. That—that’s probably way too early but—”

“I love you too, James. I have for years,” I interrupted.

He smiled through a surprised, sharp exhale. “Really?”

“Hell yeah.”

That made him laugh. He grabbed the back of my head and held me close to him. “Build a life together, like we always dreamed about?”

“Together. Promise.” I nodded.

“Together. Promise.” He turned his keys in the ignition without touching it before turning back to face the wheel. “Dinner’s still on me, by the way. We’ll call it our first official date.”

I snorted. “If you insist.”

“I do.”

—

The Not-Too-Distant Past

—

“You were gone for a while,” I said as James came in the door. “And you’re not dressed for a run.”

“Got a call from Carson,” he replied.

I raised a brow. “What does he want now?”

James took a deep breath, toeing out of his shoes and not meeting my eyes. “They have another job for me.”

I released a frustrated sigh. “James—you just got back from the last one!” I protested.

“I know.”

“You were gone for six weeks!”

“I know.”

“Did you take it?”

“I did.”

I huffed. “You’ve only been back for a week!”

“Yeah. And I've got a week before I’m flying out.”

“James—” I hurled the throw pillow I’d been holding while sitting on my phone waiting for him to come home to the corner of the couch. “How long are you gonna keep doing this? I don’t see you for weeks or months at a time and you barely come back before disappearing again? I don’t—I don’t have magic so I know I don’t understand this whole world of yours as well as you do but… but I miss you. I just stay here alone and go to work while you’re gone for ages and—and I barely see you!”

“Baby—I know,” he said. “But I have to do this one.”

“That’s what you say about all of the jobs,” I said. I shoved off the sofa and stormed off for the stairs.

James grabbed my wrist. “This one is different.”

I scoffed. “Doubt it.” I tried to rein in my temper. “How long?”

“They don’t know yet.”

I growled, frustration draining away from my well of emotions and being refilled with anger. “Well if it’s as long as that six-month one from two years ago, maybe I just won’t be here when you get back,” I spat, yanking my wrist from his grip.

Ignoring James’ jaw dropping open, I stomped up the stairs and slammed the bathroom door. “And stay out of my head!” I shouted as I started stripping off my clothes to take a shower. I threw everything I took off with unnecessary force into a pile on the ground. James and I didn’t fight often but how were we supposed to build a life together when we were never together anymore?

I turned on the shower and waited for it to warm up before climbing in.

As I let the hot water pound me, I let myself calm down. Would I really leave? Could I? I didn’t know a life without James in it. Not since I was seven. We’d never spent much time apart—before this damn job of his with the Department. He was always the right person for it. Or whatever the hell he always said. He was the one who was cool under pressure and didn’t flinch. I knew that better than his stupid Department. I knew he was the man who could make decisions other people wouldn’t—or couldn’t—better than they did too.

So why did that mean he had to keep being taken away from me?

—

James hated it when they fought. It was rare, but it happened occasionally. It seemed more often the longer they spent apart. Had they both gotten so used to being apart that they didn’t remember how to be together? He hoped not.

But he couldn’t pretend not to notice his partner sulking and refusing to talk about this new assignment. They were quieter than usual, not as clingy as they often were when he got back from a long job. Nothing he thought of seemed the right way to soothe their worries.

The night before he was supposed to leave, he found them curled up on the bed they shared, hugging their pillow and staring at the duvet.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Can we talk?”

“What for?”

“I’d really like to talk about this with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I have to leave tomorrow morning. And I don’t want to leave us in this position. And I’m not trying to start another argument by bringing up the time table, but there’s no sense in pretending it’s not there. Whether the last thing we say tonight is to scream at each other or... to say... I love you... I’m flying out in the morning. And I really don’t want the last thing we did together to have been... a fight. Before I have to be away for... God knows how long. Please?”

Still sulking, his partner heaved a sigh. “Fine,” they grumbled, still snappish.

“Can I sit?”

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted James #James #Redacted Audio #Starlit Fic

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justanothercheesecurd · 4 years ago

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You know what I wanna see? Authors who write political books but use titles that seem completely unrelated. like, you pick up a book called “The Life of a Dog,” and on the back it’s just an extended review and analysis of the expenses, depravities, and destruction caused by the US military

#military #politics #political book #funny #except its not #because i really hate them #captain o captain get off my lawn #sometimes i cry #remember who we hurt

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cafecourage · 2 years ago

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(Not isekai) wars being a dork over his s/o :]

ANON I LOVE YOU THANK YOU

It was easy to spot whose Era it was. Especially when it was a war torn up land. Not like how Wild’s was, but fresh scars that dented the earth and black burnt grass was scattered throughout the once bountiful land.

There was a sanctum in this war torn land. A cottage on the side of the road a fair bit away from castle town. Warriors knew the way there by heart. His pace being the indication that he wanted to get there now.

“In a rush captain?” Legend teased him about it. “Where are you taking us anyway.”

The Captain brushed off the teases and just beams at Legend. “That’s” he could see the cottage from where they are “is my home.”

“Honestly I would of thought you lived in the castle with how much you dive into work.” Legend shot back. Warriors only rolled his eyes, wanting no more then to rush all of this and head to your arms again.

When they finally got to the front lawn of the house, Warriors couldn’t even prepare the boys with what was about to happen. As you slammed the door open. “Your back!” Warriors whips back around and bolts to you, meeting you halfway picking you up and spinning your around. The couple were both giggling and just giddy as grade schoolers.

“I missed you.” Warriors finally puts you down and kisses your forehead, then your cheek and then your lips. “I’m sorry I had to leave so unexpectedly.”

“Your home, thats all I can ask for.” You say meeting his affections with your own. You then move back a bit reluctantly and looked behind him. “With guests too!”

Warriors seemingly forgot that he was in fact traveling with people for a moment there. “Ah…” He see’s them all with a mix bag of amused smiles or a gremlin like smirks. “Everyone this is my Wife.” He tells them your name. “Love this is the group I’ve been traveling with.”

“It seems most of your partners are time travelers.” You teased him a bit, “but it’s nice to meet all of you. Please come in.” With this opening, Wind was quick to immediately start asking questions about Warriors.

Warriors watches you and the kid head inside with a soft look as a hand is placed on his shoulders. “He is going to try to get stories out of her.” Time warns him and instantly Warriors felt dread.

#twilight (not lu) speaks #linked universe x reader #luxreader #linkeduniverse x reader #linkeduniverse #linked universe #caramel macchiato

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dokifluffs · 4 years ago

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Baby Halloween | Konoha, Sakusa

Pairing: Konoha X Reader (female), Sakusa X Reader (female)

Genre: the fluffiest of halloween fluffs with haikyuu dads you’ll ever read 🥺

Author’s Note: I know it’s november- Gifs from @rivaillerose 💛💛

Baby Halloween | Kenma and Kuroo // Baby Halloween | Kita, Tsukishima // Baby Halloween | Suna, Osamu

Warnings! Haikyuu dads with kids, post time skip

Konoha:

“Is this thing on?” Konoha’s face was blurry right in front of the camera as he set the camera propped up on the staircase

“Yes, ‘Nori,” you laughed as you sipped your warm drink, filling your body with a nice fuzzy feeling despite being on the side side of the globe, away from your world

Your baby girl and your husband on her second halloween

The early years of her life were so precious and they were flying by so fast, you wished it could slow down just a bit but alas, time didn’t wait for anyone

“Alright,” he stepped back from the camera he propped up, flashily, the cape from his costume spreading and whooshing around him, revealing a special, galaxy themed box with cut out stars and a crescent moon

“Behold!” your husband called excitedly as he raised his arms, pulling a fake bouquet of flowers from his sleeve, pretending to give it to you

Despite you being on the other side of the world

“Wow, I loveee it,” you said painfully sarcastically as you broke into a fit of laughter seeing konoha make a face at you through the screen

Oh you just knew that if you were there, he would be tackling and tickling you, teasing you, asking you if he still loved it

But anyways

He tossed the fake bouquet to the side as he pulled a magic wand

“And now for my second and final trick, I will make the cutest little bunny appear,” he smiled, clearly mouthing a few words you couldn’t make out or hear you assumed to be your daughter in the box

“Alright, 1, 2, and 3! Abracadabra!” Konoha called

And as he said, the absolute cutest bunny of your daughter slowly sprung up in a little white bunny onesie with a pink headband

“What do we say to mommy?” Konoha knelt down, lifting her out of the box and set her down before him with her arms still raised

“D/N,” he turned her a little, his hand on her belly as he pointed to his phone on the stairs. “What do you say to mommy?”

She looked at him momentarily, placing her fingers slowly to her chin, her faint freckles matching his

He mouthed something to her once again before pulling her carefully close, whispering into her ear

“Peeboo!” She called somewhat hesitantly, her chubby cheeks rosy

“No,” Konoha laughed as he sat back on his heels, “it’s peekaboo but close enough,” he snaked his arms around her and smothered kisses to her cheek, blowing raspberries and making her laugh

your cheeks were tired from all the smiling you were doing, god it just made you want to hop on the next flight home

he swept her off her feet in his arms and brought her to the stairs, sitting on them as she sat in his lap, leaning close to see you as much as possible

though she may not have fully understood what you were doing or why you weren’t here at home at the moment, she just knew that seeing you, you were still here even though you were hundreds to thousands of kilometers away

“mama, peeboo!” she called as she giggled her sweet angelic voice sounding into the tall staircase

“we worked on that all morning,” Konoha sighed as he psuhed off her headband to play with her hair

“but we’ll for sure nail it by the time you come back,” konoha smiled

Sakusa:

“Pumpum, are you ready?” Sakusa called out to his little girl as he heard the clutter of toys from her play room probably being spread all over the wooden floors

He slipped into his own shoes, tying them as he stayed knelt on the ground, a smile spreading to his face as he saw his little girl bounce towards him, skipping excitedly in her plush little pumpkin costume

“Yes!” She squealed, her raven hair that matched Sakusa’s, tied into little pigtails beside her head with a little pumpkin headband

The little headband that also matched Sakusa’s to which he used to push back his hair

“Alright, step in,” he undid the velcro straps to her light up shoes, securing them in

“Too tight?” He was able to sort of stick his finger into the side of the shoe entrance but that was fine

As soon as her shoes were on, she stomped around, playing with her shoes, using her hands to push her costume in so she could see

“Com here, pumpum,” Sakusa pat his thigh to which she hopped over and sat herself in

He pulled out the final touch, bringing out the annual custom mask and gloves he had prepared for her and himself to match the costumes since it was a tradition now for the three of you all to match

Though this year, business called and you were over seas

He secured the elastic band to the pumpkin mask on her face as well as his own

“Smile for mommy,” how own voice slightly muffled, though his practically had double the layers, as he took a mirror picture of him and his little pumpkin

Though his costume wasn’t really a costume but black pants and an ash gray turtleneck

He took the picture as well as multiple others with her orange jack-o-lantern that matched her costume, capturing aesthetically pleasing pictures of her to cherish forever

“Let’s go trick or treating.” He held her hand walking out the door, shutting the porch light off since one of you would usually be home to give out candy, mainly you since Sakusa didn’t want to interact with others

But alas, it was just the two of them this year

She bounced and ran about through the familiar neighborhood, seeing friends from her elementary school with their own parents following

The neighborhood was friendly as a gentle breeze blew through the streets every now and then, making all the various decorations of witches and spiders hanging on porches or in trees sway

“Daddy look!” he carried her as it was time to go home after almost an hour and a half of trick her treating

He followed her finger to a pile of pumpkins, all carved with funny faces on a neighbor’s lawn

“it’s us!” she giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder, her pigtail tickling his ear

But he didn’t mind as he carried the plastic container pretty full with candy

Sakusa could tell her energy was depleted as her bubbliness was no longer there as he set her down on the bench upon entering, slipping her out of her shoes and taking off her mask and gloves to be sterilized under a UV lamp

“Bath time,” he ushered her toward the bathroom, as she undressed herself while Sakusa sneaked away, hiding her jack-o-lantern of candy beneath the sink counter

And instead, replacing it with a special jack o-lantern he had always done every year so she would eat candy he was comfortable with and knew that it was clean and not handled by anyone else but him

She was his little pumpum after all and he wasn’t going to let any germs get to her

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tooweirdforyou · 4 years ago

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Luffy With A S/O Who Has A Tattoo Of The Jolly Roger

A/N : this is a request from my sister so I’m excited to post this! This was actually really cute so I hope you enjoy! :)

Summary : In which, one day, Luffy finds out about his female significant other’s hidden tattoo of the crew’s Jolly Roger.

note : if you all would like a post of where the crewmates might have their Jolly Roger, or have any ideas or thoughts yourselves, please share! I’d love to hear it.

“The crew is rather lively today, aren’t they?”

You smile at the sight of Luffy running around with a water gun, chasing after Usopp and Chopper and spraying them with it.

Nami and Robin sat on the lawn chairs beside you, the shade of the umbrella taking over your bodies to protect from the heat of the sun.

Nami was wearing a white bikini, Robin wearing a black bikini top with a white skirt that reached her knees, while you settled in a white tank top and some light blue denim shorts.

Sanji was coming down from the upper deck, having just exited the kitchen with a silver plate of beverages on top.

Brook and Franky sat off to the side, Brook drinking his tea and enjoying the sight of the trio, while Franky watches in amusement as well, whilst tinkering with his torso.

Zoro laid by the railing, swords at his side and arms crossed with his body leaned back. His eyes were closed and he was resting, but you could tell he was listening in to everything.

“They always are.. it seems we can never get just ten minutes of peace.” Nami exhales heavily, shaking her head disappointedly as the sound of yells and laughter filled the air.

Nami’s comment caused Robin to giggle as she turns the page in her book, that was resting on her lap.

“It’s always fun with them around.” She points out, keeping her eyes trained on her book.

You laugh along as well, Nami only sulking for a brief moment before seeing Sanji returning with fresh drinks for them.

“Nami-swan~, Robin-dear~, [Name]-chan!~ here are your freshly made beverages!~” Sanji sang, lowering his hand with the plate down, setting down the drinks onto the table for the three of you.

“Thank you, Sanji.” You and Robin thank the blonde in unison, Nami immediately grabbing the glass and smiling brightly. “Thanks, Sanji.”

As Sanji swoons at the three of you, you turn back to your captain and lover and call out to him with a grin.

“Luffy! Are you thirsty? Come here, Sanji made drinks!”

Ignoring Sanji’s small protests that it was only meant for the ladies, Luffy’s eyes lit up and he grins brightly right at you. “Ooh, yeah!”

He quickly runs over, still dodging Usopp’s and Chopper’s water attacks with ease before landing right in front of you.

His straw hat hung around his neck, resting on his upper back and wore nothing but his red shorts. Water glistened against his skin in the sun from the splashes of water from Usopp’s shot.

“Seems like you’re having fun.” You sit up from your chair and held out the fresh glass that Sanji had placed down for you, holding it out for Luffy, who took it after thanking you.

Luffy stands in front of you and brings the glass to his lips, taking a long sip before exhaling in satisfaction.

Luffy smugly grins. “Shishishi~, Yeah, I keep hitting Usopp and Chopper easily! They kind of suck at aiming.” He mindlessly states aloud with a laugh, Usopp’s brow twitching at his words.

“Oh yeah?..” Usopp began fiercely pumping his water gun before smirking and pointing it at Luffy’s back. “I’ll show you the skills of Mighty God Usopp! Sniper King!” He shouts and pulls the trigger instantly.

Luffy only grins cheekily and moves aside before the water made impact.

Unfortunately, you became the target.

With Luffy having moved aside, you were shot in the face which resulted in your clothes and body to become wet and completely soaked.

“Haha! You missed again!” Luffy laughs wholeheartedly at the sight of your wet form, pointing at Usopp as he doubled over from laughter.

Nami and Sanji gasps at the sight, Sanji’s anger building up as he shouts at Usopp. “USOPP! YOU BETTER GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND APOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW! HOW DARE YOU SHOOT [NAME]-CHAN!?”

Usopp sweatdrops at Sanji as Brook’s laughter fills the air. “Yohohoho~ that was quite unexpected!” Franky joins in the laughter as well. “That was definitely a suupperr~ shot!”

Robin giggles and smiles. “That was certainly quite the aim. Are you alright, [Name]-san?” She hums, turning over to you, who was recovering from the shock and wiping your wet face.

You couldn’t surpress the smile forming as you chuckle lightly yourself. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just water.”

Seeing Chopper walk over with a hand towel, you smile gratefully to the little reindeer who was currently in his monster point.

“Sorry, [Name]! We didn’t mean to get you involved.” He apologetically smiles, you taking the towel from his hands and began wiping your face.

“No worries, Chopper.” You assure him, standing up straight to go change when Nami audibly gasp at the sight of your back, her eyes widening.

“Huh? What’s that on your back, [Name]?”

Since you got wet, your shirt was wet as well and the water expanded towards the back of your shirt, so it exposed your skin.

You hum questioningly and turn around to see her eyeing your back, the others widening their eyes at the sight of it, besides Zoro and Luffy.

“Woah! Is that what I think it is, [Name]?!” Usopp gasp in awe at the sight.

“When did you get that done, [Name]-san?” Robin asks, sitting up and setting her book onto the table.

“My, that’s quite a magnificent sight.” Brook hums, nodding at it.

“YA-OW! That looks great, [Name]!” Franky grins, giving a thumbs up towards you.

“It’s really cute! When did you do it?” Nami smiles, leaning closer to inspect it properly.

“No matter what it is, even if it was something else, it sure looks amazing on you, [Name]-chan~!” Sanji swoons, admiring it.

“Ah, it looks amazing, [Name]!” Chopper compliments, returning to his smaller usual form.

You bring the towel down from your face and smile at the others. “Thanks! I got it done in the last island we visited.”

“Got what done?” Luffy tilts his head in confusion, crossing his arms at the others’ awe of your back.

He didn’t understand. You didn’t look different. “Did you get a haircut or something?”

You laugh softly at him and shake your head at his question. “Nothing like that. Here.”

You turned around and moved your hair and towel down. You then lifted the hem of your shirt to expose your lower back.

Zoro, who was listening in, opens his eye to see what the crew was so excited about. His eye widens before a small smirk took over his lips. “I see, not bad.” He hums, approving of it.

Luffy just blinks a bit, staring at your back blankly before his eyes widens in surprise, completely shocked from the sight.

“EHH?! NO WAY!”

Right on your back, similar to the place Ace had his tattoo, was your own tattoo of the ship’s Jolly Roger, just a bit lower.

A skull with crossbones, as well as a straw hat, printed cleanly across your skin and matched well, as if it was always there from the beginning.

“Cute, right?” You grin at Luffy’s reaction, pulling down your wet shirt again and faced your captain.

“I thought it’d be nice to have the mark of the Straw Hats. What better than the Jolly Roger?”

The others smiled at your response and hum. “The tattoo looks great, [Name]. I wish you could have told us, maybe we could have had one with you.” Nami sighs and you giggle softly.

“Don’t worry yourselves about having to get one. If you guys want one too, be my guest, but this was just my own choice is all.” You say, waving your hand dismissively towards her with a gentle smile.

“Man, that’s so cool! Why didn’t you tell me about this before?!” Luffy eagerly shouts, eyes turning into stars for a moment before he looks up at you excitedly.

“I guess I must’ve forgot.” You sheepishly hum, rubbing the back of your neck with your hand. “Anyways, at least you guys saw it now.”

Before the others could question you any further, you pick up your stuff left on the lawn chair and smile at the crew. “Well, since I’m soaking wet and I’m getting cold, I’m going to go ahead and shower first.”

With that, you began walking off with a small hum of a tune, making your way over towards the bedroom to grab your change of clothes first.

Luffy watches as you go, a small grin still across his face as he chuckles heartily. “Shishishi, I didn’t know [Name] had a tattoo of the Jolly Roger. That’s really cool!”

“It is unexpected of her to suddenly get a tattoo or mark out of the blue.. but that’s our [Name]-san! Yohohoho!~” Brook joyfully laughs, Usopp smiling and nodding in agreement. “It’s definitely the real thing, it looks just like it too.”

“I wonder why she chose her back of all places though.” Chopper innocently hums, glancing down at his water gun and shook it to see if there was still water in it.

“In any case, it looks great and that’s all that matters. For now, I’ll get started on dinner.” Sanji smiles, taking a cigarette out of his carton and lit it up with his lighter.

“EXTRA MEAT FOR DINNER, SANJI! MEAT! MEAT! MEAT!”

“ALRIGHT ALREADY! STOP YELLING!”

You let out a satisfied and pleased breath, letting the towel rest around your shoulders and hair air dry. You wore a t-shirt and shorts this time, feeling comfortable from your shower.

Going into your bedroom, you became startled at the sight of Luffy sprawled across your bed with his eyes closed.

“Oh, Luffy.”

Hearing your voice, Luffy snaps awake and sits straight up. His body was still wet from earlier so it did dampen your sheets a bit, but you didn’t mind.

“[Name]. Took you long enough!” Luffy hums, crossing his arms with a pout forming on his lips. “I was waiting for you.”

Your eyes soften at his action and you smile lightly. “Sorry, Luffy. I lost track of time while I was in there.” You explain, making your way over to the dresser, picking up the hairbrush.

Luffy nods, signaling he understood as he watched you began heading towards him and took a seat at the edge of the bed, where it wasn’t wet.

You began brushing your hair, noticing that Luffy was staring at you and you glance over. “Something wrong?”

“Can I see it again?”

Knowing what he meant, you turn so your back faced him and lifted the back of your shirt to expose the skin.

Luffy stares blankly for a few seconds before giving a small smile.

“..you chose that spot for Ace, didn’t you?”

Your eyes widen at his question before a gentle smile appeared on your lips. Nodding, you spoke. “Yes, I did.”

Luffy looks down, his smile widening slowly before he eventually looks back up with a cheerful grin and closed eyes.

“I see. Shishishi! Well, it looks great!”

Luffy reaches his hand over and carefully glided his fingers across your tattoo-covered skin, admiring the sight of his mark on your back.

A warm smile casted over his face as he then pulls your body back into his chest and hugs you tight.

“On the next island, I’ll get the same as you, but I’ll get it on my chest! Sound good?” Luffy hums, arms wrapping around you as you leaned into him.

You chuckle heartily at him and nod. “Sounds good, Luffy.” You turn your head and peck his cheek lightly, causing Luffy to smile wider.

Luffy returns a kiss onto your head and smiles lovingly with pink-tinted cheeks.

“I love you, [Name]!” Despite his voice sounding so cheerful and childish, it was the most sincere tone you’ve heard from him.

You smile back at him with closed eyes, hands placing themselves onto Luffy’s arms around you as you curled into him more. “I love you, Luffy.”

“Oi, dinner’s ready!” Sanji’s voice calls from the kitchen, and you hum. “Mmh, it seems Sanji has finished cooking.”

“Yeah, Sanji made lots of meat! Let’s go already, [Name]!” He quickly lets go of his hold on you, leaping off the bed as you sat up straight and fixed your shirt.

“Okay.” Luffy grabs your hand and began pulling you up and out of the room, quickly heading to the kitchen to feast on the delicious dinner awaiting you both.

“Time to eat!”

A/N : heyyy, hope you guys liked this and enjoyed! :D I thought it was cute.

#tooweirdforyou #one piece #one piece x reader #op x reader #x reader #luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy #monkey d. luffy x reader #op #one piece scenario #scenario

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captainkurosolaire · 3 years ago

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Prompt #21 ~ The Sol Problem

Continuation: Prompt 18 ~ Black Spots - Reference - ♫All Eyes♫

In the confines of the mess halls aboard a voting was being committed whether or not to allow their current Shipwright stay aboard, many had squabbles and complaint's to issue out. In his short occupancy. While other's like the chaotic nature the ex-conscripted Garlean alongside more avidly importantly, Captain fellow matey from every generation of his Crew even originally. They were squabbling in bunches. Rowdiness gave the atmospheric energy Captain found homebody welcoming. Residing with a thud to demand attention on the table, "Alright mates, let's hear why, o' why, ye either want Sol t' stay or nay off." Of course the First Crewmate held his own gripes, "No offense Captain, but you're a handful enough in regard's to your feckless lifestyle. I didn't think incompetency could be ten in magnitude, but the Shipwright you assigned, is a ludicrous fool. His ship repair's were given a solution of a hammer and nails, alongside tape... We could literally get anyone else on the streets to do the same job." In the defense, Captain quipped, "But it b' free. Besides, his schematics and blueprint's fer the ship, alongside manufacturing all yer room's will b' worth it. Got t' get him motivated into his mad genius side. Some ov' us are creature's that only move once inspired." The Quartermaster came next, "Yeah, I don't know about that, him inventing bomb's aboard if it wasn't for me, handling that... Could've surface more reported problems or casualties but he's done better than anyone else in building my sock collection." There was a point there Captain couldn't refute, "Does keep us on our toes though mates. It can't be worse than the serial killer I had aboard last time, at least we got a positioned Therapist now. Also isn't as worse than the battle's with some Tribal Chieftain and Voidsent on our own base's lawn, every morning." This didn't help the case when comparing his array of former personalities. The Sniper lifted her arm up with an actual defense, "I think he's unique. Although, is pretty high of himself. I mean what's with that painting on his door." She gave mention to an artistic painting of man into creation, but was specifically him as both reaching out two-revolver's and shooting himself with unmatched ego. Like shattering a mirror's reflection.

A sea-wolf maiden gave her own risen announcement with a perspective of control and nothing ever really personal. "If I might inquiry, why Captain did you choose him aboard?" The Scoundrel showered a cheeky expression back. "I ain't n' disagreement with any of ye. His background alongside chaotic nature, alongside greed, is all a random roll roulette ov' fates. Though look at what has been achieved. Has gotten ye to unify and think. You see literally no squabble's cause you're pondering him. We're wild and diversified, but under this sail, is different from anywhere else. This is more than what the land dwells under. This isn't about something naive like backgrounds, or where we came or look or some insignia instantly mean's they're poor taste. We look around in this room and ye all r' outcasts beyond conceptions. Role's are assigned, the ship sink's simply as if one of us under-performs, I know, n' dire straits, he's dependable. Sometimes we need festiveness among each-other and remind us fun t' enjoy th' breeze or sceneries', some of ye represent humanity, some of ye are bred monstrous. We're paddling and hoisting together. We're wind's of this flag-vessel. Can't make our destination otherwise." Where a lot of opinion's were under the opposition of nay. The Crew distinctively reflected further and placed themselves under empathy. Actual form of thoughts. Some were unwavering in changing others had some resistance but they had no qualms to allow to be final. They'd respect the vote whatever it came too. Captain was only to hear and his vote didn't register since he allowed them to choose as they added to a ballet box. As began tallying them up into piles, listing them off. "Ten t' Two, he stays, fortune b' his fer now." Captain was conditioned in giving training exercise's and allowing mate's to vocalize. Already decisively structuring himself better than his past. Sol and Captain even bickered between as brethren of skulls. The crest and pact with the Founding Captain had ingrained them into a loyalty that had proved itself. Envy was poisonous, Captain had little depth of understanding just how much, Sol fostered in storage for his own leader. The veteran Seeker saw an opportunity in this to devise another means of exercising them in the future. Alongside this gave motivation to issue squad-missions into shifting seasons of four paired to get them accustomed. Door’s broke open from their hinges from barely conditioned bolts as a Silver-Disaster, Sol, the unwiser to the whole vote, came in, “I’m so talented! Look everyone I invented, a second me!” He recently took the dysfunctional cybernetic assassin and disassembled it into his own creativeness. The entire Crew grumbled with unity, “Can we get a re-vote?”

#Prompt - Feckless #FFxivWrite2021 #FFxivWrite #FFxiv #Shipwright #Sol Akagane #PC/Roomie character #Establishing Seeds #Gonna be lot of infighting and chaos #Creative Writing #Final Fantasy XIV #Tales of the Goldbrand #-Captain Kuro Solaire #Self V Self #Sol Akami #Sol #sol akami

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citrus-himmel · 4 years ago

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Breakfast Endeavors ;;;

Nami finds the perfect opportunity to get Law back for something he'd done in the past and she enjoys every second of it...

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,162

Nami entered into the galley with a yawn, arms stretching high above her head. It was still fairly early, but the entire crew was up by this point, causing their typical ruckus. She normally liked sleeping in, but even with the women's sleeping quarters on the opposite side of the lawn deck, the noise her crew made had woke her up, much to her displeasure.

With a sigh and some strategic manoeuvring so she didn't get hit with food flung around by her Captain, she plopped down into her designated seat. Law was in his usual seat to her right, picking at his plate of breakfast. She gave him a small smile while she reached for the pitcher of orange juice and poured herself a glass. He returned it with a grunt, mouth currently full of food and eyes wandering around to make sure his breakfast was still safe from thieving, rubbery hands.

Chopper, Bepo and Robin were the only three not currently cramped within the galley, Nami noted. She'd seen Bepo on the lawn deck with Robin when she made her way over, enjoying her morning cup of tea. It was a smart place to be, much more peaceful than the chaos unfolding in front of her. Chopper was more than likely in the infirmary, one of the only other spots Sanji would allow him to eat, and he wouldn't let the little reindeer go hungry, no matter what.

Honestly, it was the perfect scenario for the plan she had cooked up while laying in bed the night before. With both residents who had an enhanced sense of smell out of the equation, Nami knew she had a higher chance of succeeding in her little revenge plot. A mischievous smirk unknowingly spread across her lips as she continued to pile her plate with food, excitement sparking at the prospect of what she was about to do.

It had been about a week since the shopping trip Nami had gone on where Law unexpectedly fucked her in the changing room and then left her to carry on like nothing happened. She could vividly remember the strange look she got from the shopkeeper when she emerged from behind the curtain—no doubt looking disheveled and flushed—and that was when she vowed she'd get revenge on the bastard. That revenge was just about to come to fruition, too.

Stabbing her fork into the pile of scrambled eggs on her plate, Nami tilted her head enough to watch Law's face, and when she caught his attention she quickly schooled her features into an expression of utter innocence. It instantly had Law on edge, she could see, golden eyes narrowing a fraction in suspicion.

❝ Yes, Nami-ya? ❞ he tightly asked after swallowing down the mouthful of rice he'd been chewing, one hand reaching forward for his mug of coffee.

Nami hummed at his question, focusing on meticulously chewing her eggs as she twirled her fork around in the air.

❝ Oh, nothing. ❞

Law's brow furrowed, but instead of questioning her further he simply shrugged and went about taking a drink of coffee, completely unaware of Nami's hand that had snuck under the table. He jerked when it landed on his thigh and she gave it a gentle, falsely reassuring squeeze. The gesture almost had him spilling his drink, only just managing to catch himself at the last second before the scalding liquid could slosh over the mug's rim. Wide eyes turned back in her direction, which she simply gave him her best shit eating grin, eyes glittering with mischief.

Serves you right, asshole.

Fingers gently traced along the muscles Nami could feel tensing up under the thick denim of Law's jeans, stopping at his knee before she curled her nails in and dragged. Even from where she was sitting she could hear the hitch in his throat. Good, maybe this was going to be a little easier than she'd first thought. Nami did a quick sweep of the table to make sure no one had caught on to what was going on between them. Of course not, Luffy currently the center of attention and hopefully he would be continue to keep that attention on him until she was done.

Focus back on her meal, Nami made sure to look as nonchalant as possible despite how she was now massaging the inside of Law's thigh, the underside of her wrist brushing up against his crotch every now and then from the angle. Maybe she was being a little meaner than necessary with the way she wrapped her lips around her fork, eyes darting over to watch Law's reactions every once in a while. She could feel how tense he was under her hand. Despite that, he was doing just as good of a job keeping a straight face, even if there was a slight twitch to his eyebrow, jaw a little too tight to be conveyed as a completely neutral expression.

If one looked close enough, or knew Law’s tells as well as she did, you could see the smoldering in those golden irises, promising punishment when this was all over. It had a thrill shooting up Nami's spine. Sure, this was payback for what he'd done to her, but this was their back and forth; always seeking to one-up the other whenever possible. Nami always looked forward to seeing exactly what Law would come up with next, even if at the time she would be annoyed with him, and she was sure he did the same.

Finally, Nami took a little pity on her lover—was it pity, really?—and firmly ground the heel of her palm against his slowly hardening cock, knowing the harsh line of his zipper would probably hurt a little bit, but she also knew that he liked the slight bite of pain. She watched in silence out of the corner of her eye as Law bit into his lip, muffling the barely there groan. His hips lifted from the chair to try and get more friction from her grinding, but she removed her hand quickly, tutting softly under her breath.

On the guise that she was just leaning in to say something to Law over the din of breakfast, Nami allowed her fork to drop to her plate. She pressed a gentle kiss to the sensitive skin just below the lobe of his ear, hair shielding the action from prying eyes. The temptation to take those gleaming gold hoops into her mouth was strong, but she managed to fight it off.

❝ Better be quiet, Torao. Don't want to catch the attention of my Captain, hm? ❞ Nami murmured against his skin, punctuating her statement with a firm squeeze of his cock through his jeans, relishing in the way he bucked forward with a growl.

The strain she was putting on him was clear on his face when she leaned away to sit back in her chair. He was openly glaring at her now, golden hues darkened with lust. Lips were pressed into a firm line and the tendons in his neck were a little more prominent than usual. It had pride swelling in her chest to be able to bring the Surgeon of Death to this state with just a few touches. Hopefully no one else noticed his struggle.

With a soft hum, Nami brought her hand up a little further to give a firm tug on his belt, making quick work of unbuckling and pulling the leather open, which was a feat in and of itself with only using one hand. The other had returned to grabbing her fork and shovelling more food into her mouth to keep their current activity as inconspicuous as possible.

As discreetly as she could manage, she continued undoing his pants, a grin coming to her lips at the sigh of relief that Law let out, his body visibly relaxing for a few seconds. It tensed right back up once she slipped her hand into his briefs and curled delicate fingers around his now fully hard erection, pulling it free from its confines. Lips parted on a wordless retort at being exposed to the cooler air of the galley, and before he could say anything that would reveal what was happening beneath the table, he quickly shoved another mouthful of onigiri in his mouth.

Giving his entire length a few experimental strokes, Nami soon got a decent rhythm going, wrist flicking just right when she got to the head of his cock, thumb swirling in the beads of precum that were already welling up from the slit. He was really enjoying this, wasn't he? Was the thought of being caught turning him on as much as it was her? If his bodily reactions were anything to go by, she could only assume so.

With every upstroke, she could feel his hips lifting from the chair to try and follow her hand, which he would quickly retreat back when she gave a threatening squeeze. She could just barely hear the strained noises emitting from his throat every time she rubbed at a particularly sensitive spot on his cock with her thumb, taking her time with tracing the prominent vein along the underside.

At one point he dropped one of his own hands under the table to encircle her's to try and speed things up, closing her fist more around his length to add more pressure. Nami complied for the most part, increasing her speed, and gripping his cock a little tighter when she passed over the base. She really wished she could use both hands, or her mouth to get him off. It would only add to his torture and that was exactly what she was going for. But if she was missing from the table at breakfast, suspicions would instantly arise. So this was going to have to do.

A rather audible groan had her tilting her head enough to really take Law in. He was clearly struggling with keeping himself under control now. Teeth were sunk deeply into his bottom lip, food completely forgotten on the plate in front of him, and his free hand was balled into a tight fist beside his coffee mug. He even had his eyes closed at this point, head tilted forward just enough to hide the upper portion of his face with his unruly hair. Must be close, then.

Checking to make sure they still hadn't drawn anyone's attention, Nami continued jerking him off, making it a point to squeeze where she knew he liked, and once again leaned forward to whisper in his ear. This time she indulged herself a little bit and nibbled on his earlobe just above where his earrings sat.

❝ Come on, Law. Let go for me, ❞ Nami whispered, following it up with a quiet, breathy groan of her own.

That was all it took. In the next moment Law's thighs tensed up, body visibly shuddering as his hips jerked wildly from his release. Feeling him come undone under her ministrations was exhilarating. His thick cum coating her fingers and dripping down onto his pants almost threw her over the edge as well and Nami hadn't even touched herself through this entire thing beyond clenching her thighs together. That was the type of hold he had on her and her body.

She sighed softly against the side of his neck before she leaned back, eyes fixating on the way his chest was heaving with his labored breaths. If anyone was paying attention now, they would no doubt have an idea of what just happened.

Law's face was flushed, sweat beading up along his forehead and sticking some strands of dark hair to his skin. He honestly looked fucked out, satisfied, and Nami loved it.

When he finally seemed to calm down, he opened his eyes and sent a dirty look in her direction, which she simply stuck her tongue out at him. Releasing his softening cock from her grip, she let him set himself straight as she wiped her hand off along the thigh of his jeans, much to Law's disgust. To really bring it home, Nami made sure to keep eye contact as she brought her hand up to lick off the remnants of his release from her index finger with a hum of approval, delighted to see that despite being spent, his pupils still dilated a fraction. She knew he had quite a bit of stamina, needed to with his Devil Fruit, so she could imagine he was already thinking of ways to get her back for this.

Quite satisfied with herself, Nami deliberately took her time with finishing up her meal. She washed it all down with a few long drinks of her juice before she finally stood up and walked away without another word, a smug expression crossing her features.

Little did they know, someone had caught on to what they'd just done, they just couldn't make an expression to show they had.

#one piece #cat burglar nami #trafalgar law #lawna #lawxnami #law x nami #some smutty goodness #🍊 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 ( nsfw. )#🍊 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 ( smut. )#|| can't really tag it with normal tags without it getting blocked by dumblr #so this'll have to do #anyway #this was written in response to something rogue wrote... months ago #that never went beyond our little friend group #because i wasn't comfortable with my writing ability at the time #now #with some minor editting #i present it for all eyes to witness #enjoy ||

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freddyjoncs · 3 years ago

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𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙻𝚂𝚅𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟻.

t a g g i n g : fred jones sr, judy reeves, brad chiles.

t i m e f r a m e : summer 1995

l o c a t i o n : coolsville

n o t e s : zulema said it’s finally time to expand the coolsville cinematic universe. for more insight to the foolery read freddy’s self-discovery para.

when the town of coolsville comes to mind you don’t think of the white picket fences, family barbecues in the summertime heat or pleasantville USA. No, you think of the deaths, the monsters, the mysteries that run deep within the town. for years, mayor jones has tried his best to bury the past. He wanted to present this squeaky clean image. a town you could raise a family in, after all, his family was the mold. perfect mayor & father and perfect son.

and if he couldn’t do that, he would just bank on how marketable the town was.

not everyone could keep up with the joneses after all.

judy reeves knew that all too well. her curiosity is what ultimately lead to her demise. had she only stopped digging perhaps she could’ve had the white picket fence dream her boyfriend always dreamed for them and their son.

being a coolsville native, judy always knew there was something off about the town. bad things always happened to coolsville inhabitants. the neighbouring city of hallow falls seemed to have the same luck, not as bad, she thought. sure, they had the myth of the sanderson sisters but at least people didn’t die every couple of years in their town. coolsville didn’t have that luck. she could tell you the stories of each killer by heart. she had memorized them, found an interest in it like every teen had.

captain cutler, miner-forty-niner, creeper, fireball mcphan, ben ravencroft, jonathan jacobo, lena dupree and most recently tommy lomis. all infamous for the crimes they had committed against the town. all now stories told to scare children. but judy knew there was more to it. these weren’t stories or just random happenings. it was a curse.

coolsville was cursed.

over the years the stories no longer struck fear into the hearts of the people of coolsville. the last spree had happened in 1978 at the now demolished camp Grimwood. The Jones family had seen to it that the camp would be gone in hopes for the town to move on. They had healed now. it felt right to go back to a life or normalcy. it’s what brad had wanted for them - especially when their son robbie came along.

judy reeves and brad chiles, high school sweethearts turned young parents had always been stuck to each other’s side through thick and thin. Judy a bright girl with an extraordinary future before her. at least, that’s what everyone said. valedictorian, prom queen, top of her class and just over all a wonderful girl. everyone believed she was going places until she found herself shacked up with brad chiles, the boy from the other side of the tracks who was nothing but trouble. they all said the moment they met her life was over. when she got pregnant her senior year of high school everyone believed it to be true. another waste of a perfectly good future. it’s why the elite of coolsville stayed on their side.

but Judy had never been like them. she wasn’t a classist asshole like her parents. Brad wasn’t some fun little side project either. she genuinely loved him and their son who game into the world on graduation. she didn’t need fancy titles, nice cars or riches to make her happy in life. the family she had created with brad was enough. life was perfect in her eyes

that is until her brother murdered innocent people.

it was a late summer in june. Brad’s brother, Jacob, who worked at the local mall was on a closing shift. He was supposed to return home just like he always did but instead they received a call from sheriff stone. Jacob was dead. Not only that he had murdered five people at the mall including his best friend, Alice May. The only way to stop him was a shot through the head.

Judy couldn’t believe it. She refused to believe it. Brad’s brother would never do such a thing. Jacob was a good kid he wasn’t capable of murder. there was only one reason as to why he would behave in such a way.

the curse.

it had to be the curse. Judy was so sure of it. There was no way Jacob could ever do such a thing.

“There has to be some knowledge about it.” Judy said as she looked through books in the local library.

“babe, it’s late. we’ve been at this for hours. we’ve found nothing.” which is exactly what brad expected. he didn’t have the heart to tell his girlfriend to stop. nor did he have the heart to tell her that trying to place a curse on his brother’s actions didn’t help the grieving process.

“brad, I know there has to be something here. everyone chants about that damn curse and spit it in your face. they write it on the walls, for christ sa-” a hand fell on judy’s hand during her tangent.

“our son is at home.” was all brad said and judy stopped to look at him with sad eyes. as much as her stubbornness wanted to keep pushing for answers Judy knew that Robbie was waiting for them at home. Another day, she thought. another day she’d try it again. for now, she would go home and take care of her son.

.....

as much as brad wanted judy to stop her wild goose chase he knew she would never stop. by the end of june he had enough of it. they fought more about her trying to break this silly curse than anything else. he had made peace with what happened with his brother why couldn’t judy just leave it the fuck alone?

“there is no curse judy!” he yelled, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Yes there is, brad! Why do you think bad things keep happening to this town? consistent murders don’t just happen like they do here.”

“people are monsters. what do you expect? it can’t all be sunshine and rainbows. I know the north side taught you that it was.” there was a silence that fell over them.

“I didn’t mean-” fuck, but he did, didn’t he? he resented judy at times because she came from privilege because she lived in the land of white picket fences and green lawns and he came from the side of the town where your brothers killed innocent people.

“I know that I had it much easier than you. You don’t have to throw that in my face. but why can’t you just believe me? The stories-”

“they’re just ghost stories, judy.”

she turned away from him, not wanting brad to see the tears welling up in her eyes.

“but they’re not.”

.....

it turns out her relentless searching wasn’t for nothing. on her journey for the truth she discovered two of her classmates, Cassidy Williams and Ricky Owens, were believers of the curse as well. in fact, they had a uncovered more clues than judy had alone.

the curse, was believed to be brought upon by annabeth fier. a witch from hallow falls. it was said she cursed the town for hanging her and every so years she came and exacted her revenge on coolsville for what they had done to her.

for the first time it made sense. a town full of mysteries and this had to be the biggest one of all. Ricky and Cassidy held the biggest clue of all - an occult book with information on the curse and a path to the witches mark. it felt like a long shot and maybe it was but it was also the closest judy had gotten to the truth. she couldn’t give up now that she was close. the truth was being dangled before her. if she could prove that the curse was real maybe she could also break it as well.

although things were tense between her and brad he had promised to accompany her on the journey. not without a price of course. if this turned out to be a hoax, as he believed it to be, he made judy promise him this is the last that she’d ever bring up the curse. it was the deal judy had agreed to. she would do just about anything to bring back some normalcy between her and brad again. she knew he was mostly going for his own peace of mind since he didn’t trust the stranger leading judy on her wild goose chase.

the four of them were going to uncover the truth of coolsville.

......

The witches mark was located until the coolsville mall which is where the grimwood camp massacre took place. the mall was reopened now that a month had passed after the murder. judy could tell brad was tense sitting the the driveway. the pain would never go away, the wound was still too fresh. there was a wave of guilt that washed over judy as she stared at the building before her.

Cassidy’s uncle worked as a janitor for the mall so they had access to the place after dark. the only way to get under was to get in. after strategic planning the four made their way into the building once closed. From the looks of the map the closest entrance was a grate near the emergency exit. it was a tight squeeze but the four of them managed to get in.

it was dark and cold. the underlying tunnels under the mall were cave like. the further they ventured the more the air in the channels seemed to shift. there was buzzing in the distance of what seemed like flies and a pounding? why was there pounding in caves. It sounded like a heart, beating rhythmically in time to theirs. it seemed to grow louder, faster the four swore the ground beneath them was vibrating. as they continued the once barren cave was now grown with red moss, littering every inch of the walls around them and soon they found themselves at the heart of it all.

etched out before them was the same symbol in the book cassidy was holding. the witches mark. The four of them stared at it in awe until ricky’s voice broke the silence. “Yo, guys y’all might wanna see this.” the trio turned to see giant slabs of stone before them with writing present on each one. judy got closer to see what was written before her.

captain cutler, miner-forty-niner, creeper, fireball mcphan, ben ravencroft, jonathan jacobo, lena dupree, tommy lomis and jacob chiles.

all the names of the coolsville killers.

“Every single person written here went on a killing spree.” Ricky said softly as he began to reach out to touch the stone but was abruptly stopped by brad.

“So what does that mean someone’s playing god and forcing people to do this shit?” brad spat, his eyes staring intently at his brother’s name.

“Close.”

a voice called from the distance.

“I wouldn’t call it god.” from the shadows of the tunnel appeared Fred Jones, the mayor’s son. coolsville’s golden boy in every single way. The Jones family was one of if not the wealthiest family in town with immense power in their hands. the way he was staring at the four of them left judy’s stomach uneasy.

“how do you know about this place?” she asked, pretending to not hear the latter part of his statement.

“better question, why are you and how did you get that?” he said, nodding towards the book that cassidy was now holding close to her chest.

“Don’t make me ask you again or else-” judy started but was promptly cut off. “Or else what? you’re going to cry curse again? my god, Judy, you’ve turned into the town nut. who’s going to listen to a word you say? after you’ve lost your status shacking up with that southside trash no one is going to care what you think. I mean, if you dump him maybe they would but with that brat of yours....” and as if on cue another figure emerged from the shadows carrying a sleeping robbie in their arms. “no one will ever believe you again.”

At the sight of their child, Brad began to lunge towards Fred but was halted by a raised finger and a a string of tsks. “You wouldn’t want to wake the baby now would you?”

“What do you want, Fred?” Judy croaked out, her hand placed on Brad’s arm as she tried to keep her boyfriend at bay. she was barely keeping her own composure.

“I want the book. It belong to my family. I also want your compliance. The four of you know too much. I can’t have you silly little wannabe sleuths exposing the truth. So i want you gone. All of you are to leave coolsville before sunrise. that is, if you’d like to live of course. Give me any problems or tell a soul about any of this and i’ll make sure brad’s name is right under his brothers.” he paused to look brad dead in the eyes who was now looking as pale as a ghost. “you’ll only remember bits and pieces of killing them, Bradley but I know you’ll remember the sound of their screams and their blood on your hands.” the wicked grin on fred’s face struck fear into the very core of all four of them.

“and to make sure no funny business occurs. i’m keeping him. for collateral.” Fred added as baby robbie was placed into his arms. and at that the four of them were being escorted out of the cave by fred’s goons. judy doesn’t remember much. the entire situation was a haze of emotions. the next thing she remembered was driving away in brad’s van, an unsettling silence hanging over them as tears streamed down her face. the sunset before them was a sign that day was here once again. how could she begin to think of a new day when her entire world had been shattered in an entire night?

she should have listened to brad and stopped searching for answers in ghost stories.

that’s all they weren’t after all.

stories.

......

looking down at the child in his arms fred’s brows furrowed as his index finger caressed the smooth cheek of the child. It caused the baby to stir but never waking up. Fred almost found it endearing. almost. There was no time for attachments. There was a prophecy to be continued. the baby in his arms was the key for their success.

“Dad always said I needed an heir. you’ll be just perfect won’t you, freddy?”

......

freddy looked down at the book in front of him. when he searched his father's belongings he had found the book hidden next to his files. after the monsters had attacked freddy looked to the book for answers. he was going to show the gang but with all that was going on how could he bring up coolsville mysteries when they were fighting for their lives? he knew how to read a room.

so now here he was alone in his room looking at the book. he hadn’t dare open it since he brought it back. what laid within it scared freddy more than anything but if he was going to get answers about his father he needed to start here.

why else would his father have this if it wasn’t important?

so he opened it only to find that the curse was true. the one he had heard stories of that his father said was nothing but bullshit. just like his pretend mysteries.

the only way to break the curse was to unite hand with body.

#para: coolsville 1995 #the backdoor pilot to mystery inc has dropped #tw. murder #tw. death #tw. kidnapping

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divinityoswin · 4 years ago

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Welcome to Tumblr 😁 May I request headcanons for how Sanji would celebrate his birthday with his female S/O? Bonus if she has the same birthday as him 😃

Hello! Thank you for the warm welcome ❤ I’ll try my best with my first request!

Sanji isn’t exactly someone who shares his birthday with others, not even with his crew. Despite Luffy’s occasional nagging, he keeps it close to his heart, and will act like it’s just any other day. It takes some investigating to learn when exactly the date is - and once you learn, well - you insist on celebrating it with him. After all, you share the same birthday - it must be destiny!

Unfortunately for you, Sanji will treat you like a queen no matter what the day, especially on the day of your birth, and refuse to be treated any differently on his birthday. It will take him some - a lot - of convincing to sit down and just relax for the day. He’ll just insist on making some of your favourite snacks, or perhaps a seafood platter, or a drink to share.

If you thought you were going to be cooking breakfast for Sanji, or that Sanji would be cooking with you, you’re sorely mistaken. He’ll prepare a grand feast for you in the morning, a breakfast in bed kind of deal. Except he’ll forget that it’s his birthday too, so you both end up sharing the meal at your insistence.

When it comes to presents, you would both shower each other in gifts if it weren’t for the fact that it was virtually impossible to hide presents on the Thousand Sunny. So, you do things for each other instead. Sanji takes extra care in crafting a dessert that looks like an art piece in a museum, you (with the help of Usopp and Robin) gather flowers that say a thousand promises in the language of them.

You’ll be so wrapped up in making each other’s presents that you won’t notice it’s almost lunch time, and the crew has mysteriously disappeared inside while the Sunny floats along the waters. You’re left with Sanji, who’s taking in a breath of smoke and says, “you didn’t have to do that, shit-heads.” - it’s then you notice the picnic blanket, champagne and glasses, and a basket on the lawn of the Sunny. Despite Sanji’s comment, you can tell he’s happy.

You hold out your hand and he takes it, though he’s blushing slightly and muttering about how the hell did they get into his kitchen anyway - but one look at you, sitting on the picnic blanket, the ocean breeze flowing through your hair and a smile fitting for an angel on your lips that he forgets all his worries and simply enjoys the moment with you

A chink of the champagne glasses later, and a taste of Usopp’s rather... interesting choice of sandwiches (which Luffy had half-eaten already, which you had to physically hold down Sanji to stop him from marching over to the cabins and yelling at the poor captain), Sanji finally calms down and he lets you lean against his shoulder.

You fall asleep on him, the slow, deliberate movement of his chest as he breaths in and out causing a rhythm that lulls you to sleep. He doesn’t move, in fear of waking you up - and, after all, you look adorable when you’re asleep. He thinks about how lucky he is to have you, and just how much he’s going to spoil you that night. His lips etch into a grin, as thoughts of the birthday cake he had been planning ever since he learnt your birthday come into his mind. The only time he moves is to yell at Luffy to stop trying to sneak into the kitchen, to which you wake up.

It’s an hour before dinner, you’ve packed up the picnic and have spent the rest of the afternoon in the girls’ cabin getting prepared for tonight. Nami has offered you an elegant dress of hers, and Robin does your makeup and hair, and they both treat you like a princess. Meanwhile, the boys are trying to groom Sanji, but Sanji’s already groomed, and they’re just making a bigger mess out of him. Zoro kicks him out of the room, literally, and Sanji’s standing in the lawn now with a dishevelled suit and cursing a storm at the boys. He stops when he sees you, though - his jaw drops at your beauty, and he’s fallen in love with you all over again. You spend a candlelit dinner together on the lawn, with a table and chairs set up to give you both a private dining experience. At least, it would be private, had the other Straw Hats not obviously been watching the two of you...

Finally, Sanji does something you never expected - he invites you to his kitchen. He bows, holding your hand like a knight would hold his queen’s, and leads you inside. On the tabletops lay the ingredients to bake a cake. He grins, and says, “I thought it would taste better if we made it together.” - it doesn’t, because halfway through you decide it would be a fun idea to throw some flour at Sanji, and the kitchen turns into a mess of cake batter and flour and sugar and you’re not worried about wasting food because Luffy will eat off the floor anyway.

He ends the night with a gentle kiss on the lips - he tastes like rosemary and burning cider wood - and promises to make it up next year. You say you wouldn’t have it any other way, and he smiles sheepishly at you.

#one piece headcanons #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji one piece #one piece scenarios #uuu hope i did good!! thank you for your request

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bruh-haikyuu · 5 years ago

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can i request a scenario with jealous akaashi where his fem!s/o intentionally ignores him and entertain other guys just to piss him off? thankyu x.

A/N: Akaashi fggghg *brain explodes* Fem!MC in here does kyudo (or Japanese archery)!! So I hope you like the limited extent of my knowledge from just watching Tsurune and reading pdfs on kyudo hdjfhdf

P.S: I also made myself a carrd if you want to check it out! (it’s complete with bg music and shit damn); I’m also changing the format of my dividers so you can see them better!

monophobia. | akaashi keiji

word count: 3742

warnings: angst

(n.) the fear of being alone

It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault.

You could count on yourself and your godforsaken boyfriend that you’d rather stick your arrows up your ass before you’d admit it was your fault—which it clearly wasn’t.

Your chest guard felt sickly cramped as you tightened the string of your bow. You didn’t even give a second glance to the green lawn that faced the dojo—the arrows you’d fired today wasn’t sticking anywhere close to the target, and frankly, you had hoped that your coping method would fare much better than you’d thought.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed the wooden placard hanging from the entrance of the enclosure. Last year, a group of your upperclassmen had bought the gaudy thing from the nearby gift shop as a “parting gift to their cute kouhai”. You remembered the forced grin you and the other members shared when they decided to put it up at the first place anyone would see when they entered the dojo.

Heijoshin. Ordinary mind. An undisturbed heart at all times.

“An arrow won’t hit unless your spirit is in balance: resolute, yet serene,” the voice of the Kyudo Club’s coach echoed in your head.

Was it bothering you that much, your fight with Akaashi? If this lingered in your head, it’d affect your archery performances as well as the impressions you and the rest of the club had worked so hard on forming upon the new members… Maybe you should apologize soon—

Scowling, you clicked your tongue and picked up another arrow. “My mind is as ordinary as it can be. It’s not a problem… it’s not my fault.”

You nocked the shaft to your bow, your glove grazing gently on the fibers of the string. A petty fight wasn’t going to be enough to waver your resolve. If someone had to apologize, it was him. He’d started the whole thing anyway…

Taking a deep breath, the muscles of your shoulders slackened and you raised the bow over your head, drawing the string in an arc so perfect that’d have your upperclassmen and Akaashi gasping in awe. Into the stage of kai*, the wooden placard seemed to glow brightly in your head. This was it. This was going to be the perfect shot… Heijoshin…

You freed your mind off the entire universe and released. Miss.

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Just into your second year, your former upperclassmen had bestowed upon you the “honor” of being the Captain of the Kyudo Club—and to think that the tasteless placard in the dojo was weighty enough. Your boyfriend Akaashi, on the other hand, was a hair luckier with his entire Vice-Captain gig going on.

“’Lucky’… In my case, that word would fit better in a phrase like ‘lucky charm’ or ‘lucky fortune’. But about the things that I have to handle, it’s nearly unthinkable even if I’m only second-in-command,” he said, face paling in deep thought.

You laughed and fiddled with the yumibukuro* encasing your bow. “I suppose Bokuto-senpai is proving to be much more extraordinary than we’d thought. The Boys’ Volleyball Club is in for an exciting treat with him as Captain; you’re going to need a lot of lucky charms this time.”

“If we get enough new first-years to subdue him, then maybe it’d be a treat for me. Until then, I’m counting on my lucky charm to make sure I stay grounded.”

You blushed at his words, finding interest at the hem of your blazer—he always had his way to render you flustered even with a poker face on. Noticing the slight bump of your knuckles, Akaashi glanced at your dainty hands against his (though both calloused from hours of intense sports) and threaded your fingers together. Amused, he watched the red on your cheeks deepen.

“I-I’ll do my best so you can do your best, Keiji-san.”

Smiling, he brought your linked hands to eye level. “I look forward to it.”

“Akaashi!”

From around the corner where the both of you were huddled together, third-year Bokuto Koutarou, Captain of the Boys’ Volleyball Club, emerged. At a distance, he really did look like a horned owl just as the rumors said.

“Akaashi, I thought we were going to hand out the flyers together, you sleazy dog… Is that your girlfriend? Hi there, Kyudo-chan! Sorry, but I’m gonna have to take back what belongs to the Volleyball Club for a while, ‘kay?”

You only bowed politely, though roping all the forces in your body to not belt out in laughter. A quiet sigh escaping his lips, Akaashi reluctantly unraveled his fingers from yours and went to pick up the pile of hand-drawn promotions that had been sitting right below the bench. As his back faced you to go and fulfill his club duties, you felt your heart sink.

“Um… Keiji-san?”

He turned around hopefully, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. “Yes, Y/N-san?”

“You’ll be there to see my kyudo demonstration, right?”

A single eyebrow raised, Akaashi chuckled. “Of course, Buchou-san*.”

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You laid spread-eagle on the middle of the dojo’s floor thinking about lunch then Akaashi, then lunch, then Akaashi again.

Every muscle in your system was asleep at this point, leaving you rooted to the wooden slats. Your stomach on the other hand was a different case altogether. Maybe you shouldn’t have skipped out on lunch.

Maybe you shouldn’t have fought with Akaashi.

Groaning, you shook your head to dismiss the notion. No way. He started it. What were you feeling so sorry for? Rolling over to your side, you wondered if you could just fall asleep and start a new life inside your head.

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“Midori, can you check the strings on the bows for me? I’ll just go and get the extra gloves from Ikuya-sensei for a bit.”

Your fellow second-year member meekly picked up one of the ragged bamboo bows and gave you a thumbs-up. Slipping into your indoors shoes as you leave the dojo, you rubbed at your eyes, the fatigue of trying to negotiate with your coach to make your upperclassmen’s placard “more impressionable for the guests” seeping into your head.

Though exhausted, you were satisfied. Last year’s tournament had created a deep image for Fukurodani Academy’s Kyudo Club. While you barely mentioned it, you were proud of the fact that you contributed to many of the perfect shots for your team as their omae*. The result was an unexpected crowd of first-years as well as second and third-years at the Kyudo Club’s booth at today’s opening ceremony.

“Put on a show for them, L/N-san,” your club’s advisor grinned while handing you a box of new gloves under her desk.

Your face brightened at the thought of finally being able to pull off the shot you’ve been practicing for weeks. And with your boyfriend watching you every step of the way, you were confident you were going to blow their socks off. So far, so good—

“I’ve always liked you, Akaashi-san! Please go out with me.”

You froze like a deer caught in headlights. Quick enough to give you whiplash, you snapped your head in the direction of the wall beside you. Peering over the bricks that separated you from the view, you tiptoed to a level that allowed you to watch the entire affair without being seen.

There he was, like the feminine voice had indicated, your boyfriend Akaashi Keiji in all his glory, a dumbstruck expression painting his face. Standing across him was a second-year girl, someone you’d habitually seen to be from Class 2-2. What was her name again…? Gotou…?

However, the first thing you noticed about the entire rendezvous was that Gotou-san was pretty. Awfully pretty. It took you a moment to process that Akaashi was actually a rather attractive individual too, and for him to get confessed to shouldn’t be much of a surprise to you, or even anyone.

…But why did your chest hurt so much?

“I-I’m sorry, Gotou-san,” your ears perked up at his voice. Akaashi was bowing graciously before the girl in front of him. “I can’t accept your confession.”

You felt rude for even thinking that your faith in Akaashi was hopeless. Just as relief washed over you like a cold torrent, Gotou Hanako suddenly threw herself at your boyfriend with tears streaming down her face. You nearly choked over your own breath.

“I know I can’t have you, but please let me hold you like this for now…!” she sobbed into his uniform.

In your head, Akaashi had already pushed the girl away, reprimanding her of the severity of her extreme advances. In your head, you walked away from the site calmly, knowing that your boyfriend wouldn’t doubt a speck of your relationship. In your head, everything was fine.

But in real life, Akaashi didn’t push her away. In real life, Akaashi stroked her back and let her cling onto him like an anchor. In real life, there was the green monster called envy.

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You smacked your forehead on the side of a shelf storing kyudo uniforms when a rapt knock on the entrance door brought you to wake. You winced at the sharp sting settling on your temple; though you couldn’t see it, you felt a faint patch of red and purple already forming there.

“Sorry for the intrusion, Y/N—um… L/N-san.”

Dizzied from your sudden nap and the slight concussion that the shelf had given you, you’d barely noticed that Akaashi had entered the compound. He looked exactly the same as he always did—tousled dark hair, with a slight jaded look to his eyes. Neatly pressed uniform, direct orders from his mother, paired with the porcelain tone of his skin. But the tense air to him made worlds of difference, and you nearly mistook him for a stranger because of it.

In his clutches was a dainty lunch box, wrapped neatly with a ginko-patterned cloth that made the blood rise to your face. It so happened to be the exact same ginko-patterned cloth that you used to bundle up your own lunch. Alas, for a ‘lucky charm’, you wouldn’t consider it lucky to have the one thing that could save you from starvation to be held by the last person you wanted to see in that moment.

“Your younger sister asked me to bring it to you,” he said. The cold tone he used did nothing to blend well with the atmosphere. “Technically, she just gave it to me then left.”

You cursed your sister in your mind, making sure she received as much astral flicks to the forehead as possible. Indignantly puffing out your chest, you snatched the box away from Akaashi while doing your absolute best to not get vacuumed into the soft gaze that he held.

“Thank you very much. A-Akaashi-san,” you wanted to vomit with the way you churned out his last name. Had you grown so accustomed to calling him by his first name that you’d completely forgotten how to call him by his last?

Please say something. Despite the wall you had built in your head to separate the both of you, you didn’t want it. You could honestly just apologize and get the whole thing over with, but what was so difficult about doing that?

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You’d expect the audience to work up a healthy sweat in your palms, but even with their interested gazes, you felt absolutely nothing. Meanwhile, Akaashi was seated elegantly at the front of the crowd, giving you what could be the warmest smile in the world.

Against your usual responses to him, you quickly turned away, effectively barricading him from you. You’d decided after the spectacle you had seen, that nothing was going to distract you from performing the perfect shot. Not even the kind glances Akaashi was giving you.

“The Captain of the Kyudo Club will now demonstrate the standard hassetsu*,” Midori announced to the crowd as you approached the front lines.

All eyes fell on you as you carefully positioned yourself then your bow according to your target. When you arrived at the point to nock your arrow in its cranny, your breaths fell jagged and the world seemed to fall apart.

Why did that have to happen? Why did you have to see that right before a pivotal moment like this? Akaashi knew how risky it was to pull off that move in public, so why did he do it? You, who had been so confident about showing the audience a breathtaking exhibition, now hesitated of the outcome of your shot.

You didn’t even realize you had already fully pinned your string back in all its force… How long had you been holding that? Was it eight seconds already? Gritting your teeth in prayers, you hoped that it was enough and released, the whinnied whip of the arrow nearly throwing you backwards.

Your chest dropped at the sight of the target. Your arrow hit right on, but it was dangerously close to the frames. Too long, you scowled, chastising yourself. That draw was timed too long.

Behind you, Akaashi made a startled face that quickly contradicted all the smiles he had given you so far. Seeing his guiltless expression only made you even more irritated. “Would a volunteer like to have a try?” A couple of eager hands shot up like fireworks. You were almost impressed that they still wanted to try out even after seeing a shot like that.

However, in the crowd of excited figures, you spotted a first year who’d been eyeing you virtuously since he had entered the dojo. Come to think of it, you’d seen him in last year’s tournament too… he’d been staring at you wide-eyed back then as well—taking in your posture and movements like a living camera despite only being a volunteer staff at the venue.

“You there. At the front, what’s your name?” you called out him. Were you even thinking? If so, what were you thinking of? You didn’t even care. You were just… angry. “Do you have any experience in kyudo?”

His back straightened like a ruler when he stood, the wisps of his black hair flying all over his face as he smoothed out his uniform before you. “T-Takehashi Keigo from Class 1-2! U-um, my experience… In my first year of middle school I joined a neighborhood kyudo association… I’m afraid I’m not as good as you though. I-I saw your performance at the tournament last year… it was amazing.”

Looking between Akaashi and the boy in front of you, you simpered. Jackpot.

Handing him your bow and glove, you made sure your skin lingered against his for a tad bit too long; just enough for a certain someone’s pair of rain-colored eyes to notice. “Show me how you handle the bow, Takehashi-kun. I will guide you from there.”

Like the cherry blossoms bordering the fence outside the dojo, the boy’s face bloomed into a vibrant shade of pink and red. As Takehashi took his stance, it came to your attention, that for someone who only had limited exposure to kyudo grounding, he wasn’t bad. If this wasn’t a case to simply make your boyfriend feel bitter, you would probably probe into his skills a little bit further.

“Ah, wait. Your hikiwake* is a bit shaky. Here, let me…”

If your head hadn’t been clouded with acid, you probably wouldn’t be doing this. You probably wouldn’t be sidled so cozily against the shoulder of an unknowing first-year with an obvious devotion for you. You probably wouldn’t be acting like such a petty girlfriend—what was Akaashi’s head clouded with when he embraced Gotou like that? Was he thinking of you when he did it?

Akaashi’s glare was drilling through your back already. Even inside the cool dojo, you could feel the heat seeping inside your kyudogi*. You didn’t want to stop. A lone voice within you screamed of selfishness, but at what cost? You almost smiled at the thought of giving him a taste of his own medicine.

By the time demonstrations were over, there was a half-full applications log for the Kyudo Club, a near empty dojo, and an evidently disgruntled Akaashi Keiji. The latter had quickly dragged you away to the quiet crook harboring the lawn maintenance shed with no words to spare.

“…What were you doing?” he gritted, shoes tapping impatiently and throwing bits and pieces of sand at your feet.

You frowned, “What’re you accusing me of?”

“There’s nothing to accuse you of if you were doing it on purpose,” Akaashi shot back. “You were practically holding that first year much too close to be modest. I don’t know what kind of message you’re trying to convey to me, but you have to stop.”

“What if I said that it was purely accidental?” you, too, felt increasingly impatient. Apologize already, you thought, as if he would miraculously hear you.

“Don’t peg me for Bokuto-san; I’m not gullible. I knew you were deliberately doing it, Y/N-san.”

Your lips flattened into a thin line. You were running out of composure by now; the fuse was lit and ready to go. “Does that make hugging Gotou-san much less of a intentional action then?”

The missile has blown and the fog thickened. You watched the color drain from your boyfriend’s features—his pale skin was somehow even more paler than before. Meanwhile, his eyes were the perfect image of horror: its reflective surface bounced off your image like a broken mirror, distorting you and the world around it.

You took his silence as a cue to continue. “I saw you. I saw her confess to you. I saw you hug her even though you rejected her… I don’t get it, Keiji-san. Why did you do it? Did it ever occur to you that you had a girlfriend?”

“I was just as confused as you. I was only consoling her and that was that,” the way his voice grew louder only made your chest tighten. “If someone had rejected you, wouldn’t you want to be comforted? Or is the great L/N Y/N too inhospitable for that?”

You and Akaashi never argued. Never. Everyone had said you were like the pieces of a perfect jigsaw puzzle. Compatible in all angles. But now, seeing him yell and hearing yourself yell was the antithesis of that entire allegory. It was like you had bent yourselves apart by force.

“I wouldn’t know because I never confessed to anyone! You were the one who confessed to me first, moron,” you seethed, blood boiling in your veins.

“Then, I wish I never did!”

And the entire world fell apart.

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“Wait!”

You had blurted the word out so easily. If only it was just as easy to say it when you fought… things would be a little lighter.

Akaashi, who had earlier looked arguably reluctant, turned on his heel rather swiftly at your call. Now that you’d done the trick, what was next? Apologizing immediately seemed very anticlimactic and you weren’t one to admit loss so effortlessly—

“L/N-san, if it’s not important, I’m sure you don’t need me here,” your last name sounded like an alien language on his tongue. It was hostile and definitely foreign.

‘Hostile’ to hell! you huffed as you watched his back drift away ever so slowly before you. “D-don’t go!”

Fantastic, now he was looking at you like you were the alien in the room. Meeting his steely gaze, your feet shifted nervously against the wooden slats. A stubborn knot tightened in your throat, nearly forcing out what you’d presumed to be vomit settling behind your mouth.

“Please don’t leave me, Keiji-san…” your eyes flickered fleetingly before finally descending on your feet, “I’m scared of going back to being alone. I-I understand if you want to break up with me but—”

“Y/N-san, I’m not breaking up with you.”

The sound you made was an incoherent mixture of a relieved sigh and cry of shock. Whatever the noise was, your expression on the other hand was enough to make Akaashi’s cheeks puff up in subdued laughter. You didn’t say it, but you really did miss his smile; the way it’d stir up all the warmth in your stomach, it formed bubbles of fluttery comfort that rose all the way up to your head.

“I-I thought you were going to break up with me,” he said as-a-matter-of-factly. “What I did was unacceptable. I was overwhelmed by Gotou-san’s actions and I became so angered by your, uh… ‘vengeance’ that I didn’t think to consider your feelings more. I was selfish, Y/N-san. And I’m sorry for hurting your feelings. Please forgive me for the awful things I’ve done to you.”

Were you even breathing anymore? When was the last time you inhaled air? When you murmured his name, like the mantra that it seemed like, all the weight you had been shouldering the past few days was finally knocked off your back. You could finally breathe.

“How unfair, Keiji-san.”

“Huh?!”

“That apology was too sentimental for me to outdo,” you continued rather gruffly, though in your heart, the gates for Akaashi was already wide open. “But, still… I’m really sorry for what I did. I see that the stunt I pulled off was pushing it too much… I promise, Takehashi-kun and I don’t have any further relations aside from captain to club member. In that way, I want to fix what happened… If that’s alright with you?”

When Akaashi thought about something serious, he became as still as a statue. In your dojo, he stood unmoving, you were afraid if you were to say something he’d shatter and turn into dust. Yet, the grim look would have fooled you if it weren’t for the words he’d uttered next.

“Y/N-san, would it be appropriate if I kissed you right now?��

“Wh-what?!” your lips tingled along with the searing heat that clouded your cheeks. God, he was really high-maintenance whenever he wanted to be. “Sorry, but I think that’s impossible r-right now! If you did that, I’ll definitely—”

As you rambled on, you didn’t realize that Akaashi had moved closer to you and ruffled your hair endearingly. He laughed, “I know, I know. I just missed seeing your flustered face. If a kiss won’t do… then, can you show me your archery?”

Picking up your bow leaning on the side of a shelf, you beamed brightly. Your heart was clearer than the sky that day. Heijoshin. No misses.

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Glossary:

kai - the sixth stage of the hassetsu: the full draw

yumibukuro - cloth casing for the bow

buchou-san - ‘chief’ (of a club)

omae - the first archer to shoot in a tachi (a group of archers shooting, usually five)

hassetsu - the eight stages of a shooting ritual

hikiwake - the fifth stage of the hassetsu: the draw

kyudogi - the kimono-like top of standard kyudo gear

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libidomechanica · 3 years ago

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second-chance-stray · 3 years ago

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(Split Ends) RP Log: Cravs, Riylli, and Rising revisit Baldur in Limsa Lominsa.

Cravendy Hound - After entrusting Baldur, the ill-fated boy, to the healers based in Limsa Lominsa, the trio decided to head back to the company...at Crav's insistence, really. Every extra second spent in the maritime city was a second too much. And so, after taking the aetheryte home, we find the three on the company lawn.

Riylli Aliapoh lets out a stretch as they arrive, a bit groggy from the teleporting. "It's a shame you missed it Cravs, Rising ran in while I was castin' one of my spells and I knocked her a clean 20 fulms in the air!" She said, grinning with a bit too much pride. She then seemed to remember Rising was still there. "...By the way, you okay?"

Rising Lotus was patched up after their encounter as well, her right arm was coating in bandages, along with some other patches along the exposed skin of her body. She winced with each step, the healers picking all the needles from her form and now leaving her body to do the rest of the healer. She merely grumbled as Riylli spoke to her, putting her weight on her spear to take some of it off her leg.

Cravendy Hound: "Magic and melee don't mix, Riylli. But, er, 'ow are ye 'oldin' up, Risin'? That injury ye got looked somethin' fierce."

Riylli Aliapoh rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, taking that as a 'no'. She turned back to Cravs, deciding to ignore the issue like a mature adult. "So... Y'wanna tell us what that was all about? Why're you goin' so far to help this guy's kid?"

Rising Lotus: "...I'll be fine. Kinda a feel like layin' down." she glanced at Riylli, nodding afterwards "Aye. I'm curious 'bout that too."

Cravendy Hound: "I'm still confused 'ow a cactaur of all things made it to La Noscea. Could be a freak accident, but somethin' about it doesn't sit right with me." She sighs in thought, brow knitted and bothered. "....Ah. Uh. I guess I owe ye all an explanation."

Riylli Aliapoh plopped herself down on the step, ready for a story

Cravendy Hound: "Oi, get up! I-I'm not gonna bore ye with all the details," Cravs stammers. "Look. I made a promise to the kid's father. 'is dyin' wish was to see his son grow strong, with his own strength."

Riylli Aliapoh tilted her head. "...Y'know... It aint really his own strength if we had to step in to help... You sure you should be meddlin' like this? I mean, it was just a little cactus thing"

Rising Lotus "...Someone might not want that. I remember the merchant mentionin' somethin' 'bout some folk not carin' for him or his family or somethin'." she shrugs, wincing in pain afterwards "...also cactuar are from Thanalan, don't know how one would of gotten there."

Cravendy Hound nods to Riylli. "I agree, and originally, I just wanted to see if 'e was doin' okay. But this cactaur business...I think someone /else/ is meddlin' with 'im. And if we meddle to remove the meddler, then it'll cancel out, right?"

Riylli Aliapoh 's ears perked up in interest. "Y'mean someone left that cactus out there to take the kid out? Who exactly was this kid's sire? Why's he got so many enemies that would go so far as to try and kill his kid after he's already gone?"

Cravendy Hound shifts in place, heat under the collar. Unusually, she speaks slowly and thoughtfully, as if the wrong word could set off a mine. "Kid's father was a pirate captain, but one with...'onor, I suppose. Steal from the rich, give to the poor. Which lead 'im to rob from the same, powerful set of targets."

Cravendy Hound: "If ye got raided by Captain Thorne, ye didn't -just- lose yer shite. It was a kind of...a mark. A blow to yer pride, and that didn't sit well the rich."

Riylli Aliapoh thinks about this for a moment. "...So if we know who the targets are, why don't we just hop over an' kick their teeth in? Bet that'd gettem to stop messin' with the kid!"

Rising Lotus huffs, closing her eyes tightly for a few moments before glaring at Cravs. "...So what's gonna happen when these powerful targets learn we're helpin' the kid? Last thing I need is to be marked like the boy, or if they learn we work for Heartwood an' create problems for the others."

Cravendy Hound: "That's step one. Gotta find who's still got it out for the kid, out of a handful of options." She then turns to Rising. "As long as we don't do anythin' illegal we should be alright. And we can threaten to expose 'ow they torment a kid to keep them from doin' anything to us."

Cravendy Hound: "Nothin' illegal, alright? That means even if they're an ass, we can't just kick their teeth in." Cravs lectures to Riylli.

Riylli Aliapoh frowned. "It aint illegal if they're a bad guy! And ain’t kickin' teeth in how pirates settle their differences anyroad?"

Rising Lotus tried to give Cravs a skeptical look, but just ended up grimacing from the shift of posture, then just looked exhausted. "That ain't how it work if you're rich. Can get away with anythin'."

Cravendy Hound: "That's not 'ow the law works! And while that may be 'ow we settle problems on water, on land...under the Admiral's stink eye, we'd probably cause more trouble doin' that."

Cravendy Hound: "The rich still 'ave their pride. I'm thinkin' if word got out that the bugger pesters a goddamn child for 'is late father's legacy, it'd be enough to twist their arm."

Riylli Aliapoh looked to Rising, then to Cravs, and then up to the sky as she let out an exasperated sigh. "...Y'see? This is exactly why we Miqo'te got our own rules..." She grumbled, before finally looking back down. "Fine! We'll do it your way! But if any of 'em tries to swing at me it's fair game, yeah?"

Rising Lotus grumbled, pretty much done with the day. "Well in the case it does go tits up, we can handle ourselves much better than that boy I 'spose."

Cravendy Hound nods. What an exhausting day. "...well. Ye look like ye could use two days worth of sleep, Risin'. That's all I 'ad to say."

Riylli Aliapoh hops to her feet and dusts off her pants. "Alright! Just gimme a shout whenever you get a lead or whatever. Always happy to lend my skills to a good cause!" She flashes Cravs a grin, and very pointedly tries not to look over to the wounded Rising

Rising Lotus "...Aye. You know how to reach us. Though we ought to expect somethin' worse than a cactuar next time." she sighed and started making her way toward the door.

(Cravendy Hound) seems a good place to timeskip to next scene? any last posts and then :P )) (Rising Lotus) I'm good!)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Timeskip ready! (Cravendy Hound) AAAHH that outfit!!! )) (Cravendy Hound) the blade harness xD )) (Rising Lotus) Oh yeah I don't think you've seen her in it yet!)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (No fair, its so hard to get glams for Riylli ;-; (Cravendy Hound) it looks extremely good )) (Cravendy Hound) *timeskips in same outfit* xD )) (Cravendy Hound) HERE we can at least start in the company so it doesn't feel like, literally seconds after xD )) (Rising Lotus) Guess we'll have to have a fashion montage for Riylli at some point)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Yknow what, its totally canon that RIylli only has one set of clothes (Cravendy Hound) ahahaha )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Oh, I DO actually have a glamour change! (Rising Lotus) so pick out something new then we can figure out how she got it!)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (alakazam (Rising Lotus) mask (Cravendy Hound) fjkdslf just the gloves?! )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Theyre bandages ^o^ Shes been practicing the fire spell! (Rising Lotus) Damn I thought you were just going to throw that mask on xD))

Cravendy Hound - A week later, Cravs has reached out to Riylli and Rising for company (or maybe help?) again. It's related to the business in Limsa Lominsa, and she's wearing her disguise dress again. Oh boy.

Rising Lotus was eyeing the bandages wrapped around Riylli's hands. "...How's that fire spell going?"

Riylli Aliapoh grins to Rising. "It's goin' well! I got the basic formula down, just gotta work on intensity and duration!" She beams proudly, giving Rising a bandaged thumbs up.

Cravendy Hound: "That...looks painful."

Riylli Aliapoh gives a mock bow. "You gotta suffer for art y'know"

Rising Lotus couldn't help but smirk at Riylli's enthusiasm. "...We'll get it down before you touch anythin' we fish up..or the lava." she turned her attention to Cravs, holding back a snicker at seeing her dolled up again. "You find out more 'bout the boy then?"

Cravendy Hound: "Seems ye got some more sufferin' to do then," Cravs notes in a bright tone.

Cravendy Hound: "Right, the Baldur business - I narrowed it down to a couple of names. But that's as far as I can go gatherin' information out 'ere. Thought it'd be more efficient to ask the kid 'imself. Which means." Cravs gestures to her outfit. "I'll need some escorts to talk for me once we're in Limsa again."

Riylli Aliapoh was clearly enjoying the attention, but quieted down to let Cravs speak. "Why not just talk to the kid as Cravs? If he's lost his sire, it... might be nice for him to know he's still got people close to him out there..."

Rising Lotus "Hmm...'spose maybe she doesn't want him to turn her in for the gil? If he really needs to be supportin' him an' his mom anyway." she shrugged. "Doesn't look like the type to sell out someone who's helpin' him though."

Cravendy Hound went as white as a sheet at the suggestion. "A-ah, that's...Uhh, we've got, um. A misunderstandin' between us. If 'e knew it was me, 'e'd flip out for sure. Trust me, it's easier this way." Cravs clears her throat and then hurries out before Riylli or Rising can ask further.

Cravendy Hound - The trip over is pretty awkward. If the subject was brought up again, Cravs would simply pick up the pace and pretend not to hear. And, once the trio were in Limsa, her lips were sealed, clarification frustratingly out of reach. That said, she was definitely walking somewhere with purpose.

Rising Lotus gave up askin' fairly quick, she knew she wouldn't get anywhere at the moment. She'd pry it out of her later though, one way or another. "So... you know what he'll be up to today? Or you jus' hopin' we run into him?"

Riylli Aliapoh wouldn't bring it up again, at the very least smart enough to see Cravs didn't want to talk about it. Instead, she would offer fun facts of things she had learned so far in her research. "...So, did you guys know that a forge runs hotter than lava?"

Cravendy Hound mimes holding something heavy and swinging it around. And to Riylli's fact, she gives the miqo'te a doubting look. Really?

Riylli Aliapoh nods. "Yeah! Turns out lava is only like... half as hot as your average blacksmith forge! It aint even hot enough to melt iron! Makes my job easier, but it's kinda disappointin' y'know?"

(Riylli Aliapoh) (Thank you for subscribing to Lava Facts)

Cravendy Hound desperately wants to ask if that's how Riylli has been testing her fire shield spell - by dunking her hands in a forge. Cravs moves her hands around as if dipping them in something.

Riylli Aliapoh tilts her head, unable to figure out the mimicry. "Can't you like... at least whisper or somethin' when were alone? Surely they don't got ears everywhere?"

Cravendy Hound looks around and finds it acceptably empty. "Did ye dunk yer 'ands in the forge to test yer spell?!" She whisper-yells.

Rising Lotus narrowed her eyes at Cravs "...So he's... carrying somethin'.. then puttin' it in the oven?" she seemed to be combining the conversations. Then Cravs actually spoke. "Oohh you're talkin' 'bout that. I hope you didn't do that, use a fire or somethin' first Riylli."

Riylli Aliapoh blinks at her. "What? You crazy? What if the spell failed?" She said, shaking her head. "Nah, I've been usin' a campfire! Got a problem with the magic runnin' out too fast though..." She muttered, rubbing her poor cooked hands

Cravendy Hound stifles back laughter, and pats Riylli on the back. There there.

Rising Lotus: "I can get ya some cream for that. Know a gobbie that makes some quality stuff. Don't worry it works too, used it after gettin' a nasty burn from some giant bug sparyin' me with gunk."

Riylli Aliapoh grumbles and glares up at Cravs at the treatment, but lets it slide since she couldn't tell if it was meant to be mocking or not. "...That'd be great, thanks. I don't gotta pay for it, right?"

Cravendy Hound: "Bug....gunk? Bug gunk...That sounds. Hm." Cravs raises a brow at Rising but doesn't say more.

Rising Lotus "Well I ought to considerin' how you made me a pin cushion on our last outin' together." she snickered a bit, the first time she cracked a joke about it. "But nah, he owes me one anyhow. Next time I'm up there I'll grab ya some." she gave Riylli a firm pat on the back.

Riylli Aliapoh grumbled again, but couldn't really argue back. "...Thanks." She muttered, not exactly enthused about all this back-patting she was receiving

Cravendy Hound had earlier given Rising a notepad with names written in it. One of them, hopefully, belonged to the person who was harassing the kid. Her heels clicking on the docks, Cravs would eventually lead the little crew to a dusty corner of Limsa where the kid (B) was presently practicing his form with the ax.

Cravendy Hound - The heavy ax is far too big for the kid. Every swing pulls him comically forward with the weapon. He stops his 'practice' and looks up at the approaching trio with a wide smile. "I remember you two! You helped me with that monster the other day."

(Cravendy Hound) more back pats )) (Cravendy Hound) i demand more )) (Rising Lotus) I feel like Riylli and Rising would have back pats that would eventually devolve into a hitting contest)) (Cravendy Hound) actually cravs and rising would have to squat down to pat Riylli's back ahah - otherwise it'd be a head pat )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Cravs and Rising know it's too dangerous to headpat Riylli, they'd probably get bit (Cravendy Hound) sometimes my tall friends would use my head as an arm rest.....annoyed me, and yet I can see Cravs doing that to Riylli lmao )) (Rising Lotus) I've done that to my shorter friends before xD))

Riylli Aliapoh perked up as she got recognized by the kid, offering him a friendly wave. "Hey! How are you holdin' up after all them needles?"

Rising Lotus watches the boy fling himself with his strikes, smirking with every swing. "Aye that was us." she eyed up his weapon for a few moments. "You ought to get somethin' a bit lighter by the way, gonna leave yourself open if you take too long liftin' your weapon."

Cravendy Hound - The kid bashfully itches the tip of his nose. "I'm doing fine, thanks to you all...Woke up on the softest bed I've ever been on in my life, healing expenses all covered." Baldur's eyes drift over to Cravs, and then back to Riylli and Rising. "Oh, I plan to! I'm just using this old thing because it was the only thing I could afford. Once I earn enough, I'll buy a better one...after everything else, haha."

Cravendy Hound turns away, avoiding eye contact. It's overkill given that she's wearing a mask.

Rising Lotus eyed Cravendy, she had to pay for the needle removal out of her pocket. "...well I'm sure them healers were excited for the chance to de-needle someone. Don't see many cactuar over here after all, bit strange." she nodded as he brought up upgrading his armor and weapon. "A good set of armor is jus' as important as a good weapon, smart thinkin'."

Riylli Aliapoh nudged Rising with her foot to try and bring her back to the task at hand, snatching the list out of her hands. "Hey, so... Were kinda lookin' into something, think you might be able to help us out? You know any of the names on this list?"

Cravendy Hound - Baldur nods enthusiastically, dreads bouncing on top of his head. Admiration for Rising and Riylli is practically gushing from every inch of the kid. "So that was a cactaur? I've never seen one before."

Cravendy Hound - Baldur snaps into attention. "Oh, right away! I'd be thrilled to help you two out. Let's see..." He takes the list and scans it. "Only this last one. Mindred Rot. She's who I go to if I need a loan."

Rising Lotus "Aye, I grew up 'round them, used to hit them with sticks then ru-" she glanced at Riylli as she bumped her and had the list snatched away.

(Cravendy Hound) dfsd hit them with sticks and run???? chaos child )) (Rising Lotus) She didn (Rising Lotus) didn't have toys or anything xD Played with bugs and lizards and cactuars))

Riylli Aliapoh raised her eyebrow at the name. "...'Mindred Rot'? Well that's a bad guy name if I've ever heard one." She said, nodding along until she remembered Cravs' full name. "Er... Right, anyroad, what's she like? If she lends you money she can't be that bad, right?"

(Riylli Aliapoh) (Poor riylli about to learn the horrors of capitalism)

Cravendy Hound - Baldur smiles as he hands the list back to Riylli. "Oh, yeah, her name's pretty rotten. But in some ways...she looks after me. No one else'll give my family loans."

Rising Lotus "You need to get out of the woods more..." she shook her head at Riylli's comment. She hummed at Baldur's words about the woman. "Hmm, how generous of her."

Riylli Aliapoh wrinkled her nose. "Honestly I'd rather get out of the woods less... How in the world do you lot handle that salt in the air?"

Cravendy Hound - Baldur's gaze wanders to Rising's axe, and then to Riylli's staff. "So, you two must be adventurers, huh? You think you could teach me a thing or two? Punch better, smarter, harder? Oh, and! I didn't mean to be rude." He turns to Cravs. "Who's your friend?"

Rising Lotus Grinned, giving him a nod. "Aye! Do a lot of guard an' merc work. Takin' me all over, mostly back an' forth between Idyllshire an' places though. This one is still gettin' her footin' for it though." she snickered a bit as she eyed Riylli. "Oh, an' that's Singin' Gull. She's uh...a great singer an' has to save her voice most the time. We're guardin' her on her...singing journey?"

Riylli Aliapoh puffed her chest out. "Yup! Name's Riylli, Warrior of Earth!" she declared proudly, possibly forgetting Cravs and Rising were in earshot. "I'm a master of earth magic, but I'm sure I could give you some tips! Oh, and this is..." She trails off, staring at Cravs as her mind blanks on what her alias was. Thankfully Rising was there to have her back, though the Roegadyn still earned herself a glare from her little comment

Cravendy Hound 's frown twitches slightly. Singing Gull the Singer. Really? But she goes along with it anyway.

Cravendy Hound - Baldur's mouth forms an 'o' in awe. "Idyllshire? Never even heard of the place. Sounds cool though...And magic? How would I even start?" He turns back for a second to rest his rusty axe against a crate, and then hops right back into the conversation. "Like, just think really hard and magic happens? Hrrrghhhh.."

Riylli Aliapoh shook her head at the kid. "Nah, it aint that simple. It's more like... Y'know how you can move your fingers with your mind? You basically do that, but you move your aether about instead, and get THAT aether to move the aether OUTSIDE of you, and... Honestly I might not remember all the lessons, it's kinda just a reflex at this point. But you shouldn't be wastin' your talents on magic anyroad! You're a highlander right? You're gonna have plenty of muscle when you grow up, you should use-

Riylli Aliapoh -that instead!"

Rising Lotus could talk for hours about Idyllshire, but she resisted and tried to steer the conversation back on topic, which of course meant giving Riylli a light smack to the arm to get her to focus up. "Anyway, you know were we could find this Rot lady? Gull here is lookin' for gil for her next performance an' were hopin' to find some donations."

Cravendy Hound - Baldur is trying so hard to follow Riylli's explanation, but it leaves the poor kid's brain all tangled. "Huh, what? Huh? Uhh, oh, you want to meet Miss Rot? She's usually really busy so I have to schedule in advance. But I can ask if she's free to meet you all next time."

Riylli Aliapoh sighs. "Y'mean we gotta come all the way out here again..? Fine, I guess... Not like we can just go kick the doors down and demand to talk to her after all..." She muttered, offering a small glare to Cravs out of the corner of her eye

Rising Lotus cleared her throat, glaring at Riylli as she glared at Cravs "We'd appreciate that, jus' say that..uh..an up an' comin' singer is lookin' for fundin'. " she gave Baldur a nod, hoping that selling Cravs like that would make her the perfect target for a loan shark.

Cravendy Hound looks similarly annoyed, but shakes her head no to Riylli. It's not like they could go in there with wild accusations anyway - seemed worth strategizing over first.

Cravendy Hound - With the night fast approaching, Cravs motions with her hand to signal her intention to head home. Without bothering to wave goodbye to Baldur, she walks on ahead.

Rising Lotus watches Crav hurry away. "Uh sorry..." she put her hand to her mouth to muffle her words "Sort of a diva that one. Good luck out there lad!" she gave him a thumbs up before hurrying after 'Singing Gull'.

Riylli Aliapoh sighed once for not being allowed to rampage mindlessly, then once more as Cravs walked away without saying bye to the kid. She offers Baldur a wave. "You keep practicin' okay? We'll come by and see you again later, and maybe I'll share some of my adventurin' secrets with you!"

Cravendy Hound is a good distance ahead. As she passes by a stranger, there's some kind of odd collision that ends up tripping Cravs. Her mask drops off and rolls a few ilms forward as the stranger awkwardly, but quickly, makes their escape without even a sorry.

Cravendy Hound scrambles to recover the headware and fasten it back on. By the time Riylli and Rising have caught up, she's still kneeled over on the floor, troubled.

Riylli Aliapoh pretty much has to run to keep up with Cravs' long-legged walking, blinking in confusion as she notices her state. "H-Hey, you alright?"

Rising Lotus hurries to catch up to Cravs, quickly stepping in front of her to shield her face as she glanced around. "Aye..did you know that man or somethin'?"

Cravendy Hound: "I'm fine. Rattled is all." She whispers as she wobbles back up and takes a deep breath. ".....no, I didn't recognize them."

Rising Lotus looked around at the few bystanders eyeing the scene. "Maybe it'd be best to get out of here...before there's a chance to cause more of a scene." she said the last part in a whisper. Last thing they needed was the yellow jackets upon them.

Riylli Aliapoh raises her arm up seemingly to try to comfort her, only to hesitate and lower it back down. "...Let's talk outside of the city, all this salt is starting to make me sick..." She says, awkwardly attempting to give Cravs an out

Cravendy Hound: "...Right. No point in worrying about it now. Let's just get out of 'ere." She mutters.

#ff14 rp logs #Split Ends #riylli aliapoh #rising lotus #Cravendy Hound #*rubs hands together*#slowly but surely all of my disaster dominos are lining up

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jeong-uwu · 5 years ago

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Strangers to Lovers ~ Lee Jeno

a/n: severely unedited, oops<3 I love this Man with all of my heart though

genre: bulletpoint-scenarios, teeth-rotting fluff, maybe a teeny bit suggestive, gender-neutral reader<3

warnings: light swearing, mentions of alcohol

Word count: 2.1k

[ 5.19 P.M ]

the first time you would meet jeno

you were on campus, running late for your dance-practice

your eyes were trained on your phone as you frantically tried to send a mail to your professor about an assignment, while running towards your practice-room

as a result of this, you did Not watch where you were going

you only looked up when a pair of shoes came into your view

but by then it was to late to slow down

you ended up walking into him

your face colliding into his chest with a force strong enough to send the both of you flying to te ground

laying on top of him, you swiftly rolled off as you felt him groan underneath you

“OH GOD, I’m so sorry!!!”

too embarassed to lift your head, you apoligized profousedly, not stopping until you heard him chuckle

when your eyes finally looked up to meet his your breath got caught in your throat

he was GORGEOUS

the way the sun cast shadows over his sharp features made butterflies erupt in your stomach

“ah, hahah, no worries”

his tone was soft, and the way his eyes almost disappeared when he smiled melted your heart

“uh, you seem like you’re in a hurry, but could you by any chance point me in the direction of the cafeteria?”

his voice pulled you out of your trance, and your eyes widened

he smiled cheekily

you cleared your voice, embarassed to have been caught staring at his face

“uh, o-of course!”

helping him up from the ground, you kept apologizing even when you pointed himin the direction of the cafeteria

he just laughed, telling you it was fine

as he turned around to leave he threw a wink at you

O M G

your cheeks erupted in flames as he walked away, laughing to himself

internally you sighed in relief, happy that he wasn’t mad at you for running him down

you ended up being late to your practice, but after that encounter you didn’t really mind

the precence of the strange boy occupying your mind for the rest of the day

as fate would have it, you met jeno a second time

this time at a house-party

in all honesty

you wanted to be anywhere but there

it was your friend’s idea to come here, and they practically had to fight you to get you to join them

calling you a, quote “damned heremit”, and pulling out some cute clothes for you to wear

but here you were

it was one of the first parties since the semester started

and you guessed it

it was PACKED with freshmen, they were everywhere, trying to get as drunk as possible

you could already feel that a headache was on it’s way

luckily, it was rather dark in the house

so you did Not have to worry about people recognizing you

standing in the kitchen, you felt the familiar arm of your friend wrap itself around your waist

“y/n~ don’t be so boriiiiing”

as soon as they opened their mouth you could smell the alcohol

they were so drunk

you decided that they weren’t your problem right now

they could handle themselvs

and also, you’d just fetch them before you left to make sure they got home safely

you excused yourself, mumbling something about needing some fresh air, before making your way to the door

to say that it was difficult to get there was an understatement

the livingroom was so crowded you could barely move

and the stench of alcohol was soo strong

ooof

when you finally got outside you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding

it was in the middle of september, so the weather was a little crisp, but it was still refreshing

finding an untouched part of the lawn, you sat down

enjoying the feeling of the soft grass against your palms

you hadn’t even been at the party for that long, but you were already exhausted

closing your eyes you leaned your head back, letting the wind caress your bare arms and legs

“what’re you doing out here alone?”

the familiar voice startled you, and you lazily sat up

as you looked up, your eyes met the ones of none other than the boy you crashed into the other day

“huh?”

he laughed softly at your confused expression, sitting down beside you

“didn’t you come with someone?”

the way he tilted his head to the side made him resemble a puppy

so cute, omg

“ah, I came here with a friend, but it was too stuffy in there for me”

you nodded towards the house

“I needed some fresh air”

he nodded in understanding

you both fell silent, enjoying each others company

it wasn’t uncomfortable

just

silent

after a while you felt something drape over your shoulders

looking up, you found his face awfully close to yours

you hadn’t noticed that you were shivering, but he obviously had

looking at you with concerned eyes

“hey, are you alright?”

“uh, yeah”

when he finally realized how close he was sitting, he hastily pulled back

poor boy’s ears were bright red

he muttered a soft apology in your direction

you just shook your head at him

scooting closer to rest your head on his arm

you felt his body tense under you

you laughed at his reaction

scooting even closer

at this point he was ready to pass out at your close proximity

by now you were almost sitting in his lap

now, jeno had had his a fair share of flings

therefore he didn’t quite understand why, but you were different than the others

your intentions were more innocent

it seemed like you actually wanted to get to know him

not just get in his pants

sure, jeno knew he was handsome

he had been told that since he was young

but it wasn’t only a blessing

more often than not, people wanted to be close to him because of his looks or popularity at school

not because of who he was as a person

that could definetly be really tiring for him

he remembered the day he bumped into you on campus

oh, how cute you looked when you were flustered

he chuckled

and slowly, you could feel him relax again

his hand came up to grab one of yours, playing with your fingers

the conversation flowed easily between you

time wasn’t a thing anymore

the more you learned about him, the more you realized that you might be developing the crush on the guy

I mean, how could you not though

he was kind, interesting and had a very calm nature that instantly made you relax

he was also insanely handsome

you felt like you could talk to him for hours without getting bored

unfortunately, your mess of a friend decided to show up on the worst time ever

you heard a faint voice calling your name

oh NO

you sprung to your feet, scaring the life of the poor boy beside you

pressing a quick kiss to his cheek you muttered a quick apology before taking off to save your friends clothes from being puked on

“wait! I don’t even know your name!”

jeno tried to yell after you

but you were too far away to hear him

he jumped to his feet, going after you

but by now you had already disappeared

GOD, was he frustrated

like how bad could his luck be??

he’d met, and talked to you twice, and he still didn’t know your number, or even your name!

his head fell into his arms as he groaned loudly

he found you absolutely gorgeous

and he KNEW that he was going to have a hard time focusing on anything but your smile the following days

espeacially after that kiss

oh, what he would do just to be able to kiss you once

like properly kiss you

he stood up, defeatedly walking back to the house to find his friends

he was ready to leave

the third time you met jeno, you almost weren’t suprised

almost

your school’s basketball-team had a match

and you had promised a friend on the team to come watch

so there you were

seated on the uncomfortable benches right behind your team

as you looked over to the other team you almost choked on your own salvia

because there he was

none other than the man of the hour

lee jeno

you knew just by looking at him, that jeno was fit

but never woud you have thought that he was the captain of his school’s basketball team

he looked absolutely amazing in the uniform

his arms in the sleveless shirt just

Damn

you couldn’t take your eyes off him

you were completely in a trance

even as the game started

watching him run across the court

it seemed like he was flying

whoaaa

luckily for you he was concentrating hard on his game

that meant you could openly adore him without him noticing

you found it strange how you felt so nervous when you knew he was close now, but not at the party

in the end you blamed it on the alcohol you had consumed that evening

I mean, you weren’t drunk, but definetly a bit tipsy

you were startled out of your daydreaming by the loud noice of a bell, signalling that the match was over

looking up you found that his team had beat yours by just a couple points

let’s be real though

you were kinda sad

even though jeno was on the other team you still wanted your school to win:((

begrudgngly, you went out on the court to your friend

either to congratulate or comfort him, depending on how he felt

and also

kinda trying to avoid jeno in the process

tbh, you were really embarrassed by the way you had left him at the party

running away like some madman

the memory made you cringe

he must have thought you were insane

oof

you found your way over to your sulking friend

whining loudly as he captured you in a sweaty hug

“ew ma, get off of me”

he just laughed in response, letting you go in favour of talking to some of the other players

you were drawn into the conversation, not understanding much of what they were discussing, but still paying close attention

you didn’t even notice the looming presence behind you until you felt someone tapping your shoulder

“excuse me-”

yeah, you guessed it!!

you turned around, coming face-to-face with none other than the man you tried to avoid, jeno

his breath got caught in his throat as he just stared at you

you were there, standing right in front of him

how was that even possible

like, he knew you went to this college, but what were the chances pf actually meeting you???

and GOD you looked absolutely gorgeous

just looking at you, he found it hard to breathe

the oversized sweater you were wearing made you look so cute and cozy

and aaaaaah

he just wanted to pepper your face with kisses

you gave him a small smile, breaking him out of his trance

“YOU!”

your eyes widened obviously startled by his loud voice

“m-me?”

you could feel the eyes of the whole basketball-court on you, making you want to crawl into a big blanket and stay there for the rest of your life

you looked down, wanting to melt into the ground, and stay there

instead, you felt his hands come up to tenderly cup your face

he stepped closer

so close that his breath tangled with yours and that your noses almost touched

your own hands went to his chest, clutching the material of his jersey

you could feel his heart beating wildly underneath your palms

he looked at you for what felt like an eternity

drinking in all the details of your face

before finally

he pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss

making the people around you riot and erupt in to a choir of oooh’s

when he finally pulled away you were met with the sweetest smile you’d ever seen

making his eyes almost dissappear

it was the most beautiful smile you had ever seen

“I’m jeno, by the way”

“y/n”

you barely managed to croak out an answer

suddenly becoming aware of the eyes watching you, you turned shy

shoving your face into the nearest hiding-place

jeno’s chest

you felt his hands come around your waist and a laugh rumbling in his chest

“y/n~ what a beautiful name”

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