#feel like mikan would love a really pretty garden though

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Easy Living, This Ain’t

#1/??? of Nuclear Winter

ZoNa Holiday 2020 Entry Prompt 1 (Snow Angel / All Wrapped Up)

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One Piece in Fallout Universe (kinda~)

AN: I’ve been playing Fallout 4 a lot and couldn’t help but think about what it would be like for One Piece in the universe, so please enjoy this snippet. Also, I haven’t done any creative writing in nearly three years and I ask for forgiveness if its rough. This piece isn’t heavily on about them being together just yet, though I plan to write more for the prompts and expand this better. Worked on this for about five to six hours straight to try and get it done in time, but it’s late. I’m still gonna squeeze my entry in though, hopefully! :)

Rate T for Blood, Violence, Suggestive moments

Word Count: 5,788

*****

I never regret The years that I’m giving They’re easy to give  When you’re in love  I’m happy to do whatever I do for you

There’s something about being within inches of death that suddenly makes blood rush faster and for all the words that hadn’t formed to break through the flood gates. Maybe it had just been the adrenaline talking, a need to achieve certain feelings before dying off and becoming one with the scattered waste of the world. 

But, Nami would have only been lying to herself to try and pass that off as the reason as to why her lips shook out a hasty “I’m in love with you” towards Zoro’s direction before the last swing from the Deathclaw rattled the right side of her skull, sending her in the air through a concrete pillar and hot blood dripping into her eyes preventing her from seeing Zoro’s reaction to the words.

Because there was truth in the statement, though she was unsure of when during the six years of traveling with Luffy that the feelings had started. Had it been so early as to their first meeting? Seeing him face off Arlong along side their friends? Or maybe the time apart had built an unknown longing for two years that was finally becoming clear to her in the past few months?

Thoughts race like blood when you think you’re going to die. Nami had seen that in the time Bellemere died, how she had pushed to voice courage towards little Nojiko and Nami. This time was different than Bellemere, she had died being a protector to the end, and Nami would die because of her own rookie mistake.

As her eyes slipped closed from the world, it seemed Zoro had finally gotten serious and she could just barely make out his voice over her busted eardrums, but she did. 

“Don’t die on me.”

*****

Living for you Is easy living  It’s easy to live  When you’re in love  And I’m so in love  There’s nothing in life but you 

Nearly twenty hours earlier, Nami had very different plans for the day. 

There was plenty of work to go around at the Strawhats main settlement; crops to be harvested, buildings to be constructed, purified water to be gathered, defenses to be fixed... And that was only here! 

She had awoken just before four am had hit, the sun still hidden deep in the clouds, and Nami had decided that the weather would be alright for the day and that the impeding snowstorm would hold off for another day or two. The first thing on her agenda had been to check on the mikan trees and see if they were well.

Franky had created plenty of special greenhouses throughout their compound for Nami to keep her mikan trees safe, along with Robin’s flowers and Usopp’s pop greens to grow safely. She didn’t necessarily mind the thought of the mikan trees being among the other garden beds around the settlement, but she did worry about if people would only go to them for food rather treating the trees with upmost respect that Bellemere would approve of, let alone take care of them properly.

After three pulls on the door handle, Nami’s bedroom door finally gave way for her to exit it —Franky said that was the downside of working with rusty wasteland materials, maybe she could hire someone to look for newer, untouched supplies to get an upgrade. Though, by the head of swaying green before her, it wasn’t even her strength or the willingness of the door to give up, but rather Zoro who had forced the wood into action.

“Yo,” casual as ever, Zoro leaned on the wall opposite of Nami as she slammed the door back into place, not in anger, but the damn thing was too much trouble! 

“I didn’t know you were back yet,” Nami rested her hands in her hair, combing it into a tangled ponytail, she could only manage to place her eyes at his nose, looking too closely into Zoro’s eyes lately brought on a heat she couldn’t control. If she kept her hands busy, they wouldn’t give away the noticeable shake and she could hold back the need to run away. “The way Brook talked, it seemed as if the raid would take longer.”

Zoro gave a curious peer towards her, tilting his head down as if that was the way to suddenly unearth what was different in the moment, “Well, it was supposed to, but Brook really wanted to add those instruments to his collection and threw any caution out the window.” A sly smirk stretched his lips and if Nami knew any better, she would say that was the truth, but a half-truth at that.

“And you also got lost, heading dead-center into their manpower?” Nami gathered her own smirk as his slipped to a scowl, the fire snapping to life in him and gearing up for their usually banter.

“Shut up! I wasn’t lost, the hallways kept changing their direction, I can make my way around fine without anyone else!” Zoro chewed out at her with more venom than necessary for her small comment. 

Nami’s left eyebrow lifted, as she crossed her arms across her chest and cocked her hip out towards him, “Besides being here to tell me your prevarication, you came to see me for something, right? Your room is on the floor below this one. AND, whatever it is, is going to cost you, surely you don’t mind me raising your debt, hm?” She gave a cheshire grin that didn’t match with the sweetness her tone was tinted with, giving way to her true feelings as her brown eyes glinted gold.

The threat of a higher debt seemed to sour Zoro’s mood even more, “Don’t even think about it.” The reverb of his voice in his throat caused a twinge at the base of her spine and the gathering heat pulled Nami’s eyes to look into his finally, a pair of steel that seemed set on unraveling her. “You can take up your charges with Chopper, since he’s the one that wants the two of us to head out and gather something for him.” 

His hand rested beside her head and the small height gap between the two was noticeable now, though she was unsure of the moment he had made his way so close to her own body, trapping Nami against her bedroom door.

That heat that wouldn’t go away was flooding her, she could barely keep her breathe together and she definitely wanted to run as she dug her nails into her palms to gain the last of her control to keep from sprinting. 

The air hung tense for a moment, like Zoro had been sizing her up for some reason, his only good eye tracking the nervous jitter Nami’s body gave off. While his observation’s of her was making things worse, she found that by standing her ground she could regather herself and ducked beneath his arm, leading the way towards the greenhouse garden where her mikan trees resided.

He followed beside her, watching the way she smoothed her hands along her jeans with a hawk’s stare. Yes, she very much wanted to run away right now.

Yet, she couldn’t run. There was few people that Nami would deny if they asked her of something and that few included Chopper. “So, what is it exactly? It must be something quite important if Chopper wanted to hound on you right after getting back and pretty far if he’s wanting me to guide you there.” 

“I’ve been back for two days, maybe you would have noticed if you didn’t avoid any area that we could overlap in,” Zoro had noticed more about her lately than she was hoping he would, and the pinched ire he held back somewhat showed he wasn’t pleased. 

“I’m not avoiding anything!” Nami frowned as she balled up her fists at her side with a huff, “I’m a busy woman around here. It can’t be helped that when I get pulled into ten million directions that I don’t end up in the ones that you were lost in!” 

Distracted by the jab at his sense of directions, Zoro seemed to drop the subject of her actions with the need to yell some more about how the world was just switching itself around as he walked, not that he could possibly be lost.

By the time the two had stopped bickering over it, Nami was punching in a button and the refurbished garage door was squeaking up to reveal her mikan trees in their full beauty. She inhaled a deep whiff of the scent that hit, and her mind seemed to relax completely as she took it in. There was no arguing, or someone needing her, or a world probably crushed beyond repair that was needing fixing. No worries, no overwhelming heat or tingles in her spine, just the moment of a far away home she couldn’t return to, a mother that was beautiful and gone, a sister that was picking at her.

It was nice to get lost for a second. But the sound of a sharp inhale beside her knocked her slightly out of it, turning towards the one who had made the noise to see Zoro... nervous? His hand clutched at his swords and his eyes were caught on her lips, her neck, her blissed out eyes. Nami could tell he was holding back, what that was she had no clue about, but her trance was completely broken, even as the heat reared its head again.

Zoro seemed to be stuck in the moment with her, the world around them having dropped far away. “Don’t avoid me,” his voice broke through the silence, his calloused hand coming to clutch her cheek and stray his thumb across her lips.

So close, too close.

His thumb dipped between her lips and she hummed a noise of commitment to him as her tongue slithered to give a drowsy lick to the digit. Nami’s mind raced yet was empty all at the same time, the intensity of Zoro’s gaze burned into her, and there seemed to be only one way this encounter could possibly end.

And it probably would have, with the way Zoro leaned closer, his other hand popping the button of her jeans.

Alas, there was still a world around them though that kept moving even when they were lost in daze.

The tiny pitter patter along the concrete gave away the incoming target and Zoro had half a mind to veer back the words he wanted to use as the reindeer grew closer. 

“Another time,” Zoro had whispered to Nami, fixing the button and creating a healthy, normal distance between the two as if what happened didn’t occur at all.

Nami had to admit that she was in a bit of stupor as Chopper finally gave way under the closest lights of the hall to them, a jolly smile breaking out across his face as to seem he’d been searching for a bit for the two.

“Oiii!” Chopper shouted in delight, fastening his pace towards the two and inhaling the nice scent of the mikan’s. Chopper was too cute to allow something so indecent to happen in the presence of, “I checked for Zoro in his room and then tried to find you at yours Nami, but both of you were gone. I figured Zoro was lost somewhere, so I came to check here. What good luck I have!”

Though Zoro protested at the prospect of him being lost, the two still gave warm smiles to Chopper, Nami offering a soft scratch to the top of his head, partly to ease her shivering, but also as a small congratulations to the animal doctor.

“So, why were you looking for us, Chopper? Could it be about this thing you wanted us to go out and find for you that Zoro mentioned to me?” She peered down at him and his expression grew serious, it seemed today really wouldn’t be focused on getting work done around the place after all.

“Yeah, I wanted to catch you before you left. As I told Zoro, I’ve been doing a lot of different experiments and part of those experiments is using the blood from feral ghouls and I’m starting to run low on stock. Law told me about this group of scientists that had taken shelter in a factory on the other side of the state who were also doing some experimentation, but got killed by a pack of Deathclaws that have been living in there since. He’s sure that they made up nearly a hundred packs of feral ghoul blood.” Chopper had shrunk back down to his small size while talking and Nami had a frown on her face that deepened more and more as he told her the scoop of what he believed just the two of them could take on. 

“He’s also wanting us to bring back the claws of the Deathclaws there, if possible,” Zoro interjected, his arms crossed over his chest now and leaning against the edge of the open door. 

“Chopper, that’s nearly insane! Sure, Zoro could take on such a feat, but it would be a death sentence for me!” she was frazzled at the thought of getting stuck in a pack of Deathclaws who could easily tear her to shreds in an instance if they so pleased. 

“That’s why Zoro should go with you! I believe that you could sneak in and steal the blood packs before the Deathclaws know you’re there, but if anything were to happen, Zoro could fight them off to protect you,” Chopper’s idea was rock solid and there was the chance she could do it, she had done it before a few years back, but that was sneaking around only one of them, not a bunch that most likely contained their children.

“Well, I guess it could possibly work out-” the gears seemed to finally scratch together in her head and she whipped down at Chopper with her hands on her hips and teeth sharpening with her words, “WAIT! Don’t tell me that you were planning for ME to go ALONE if Zoro or someone else wasn't available to go as well?!”

Chopper cried and jumped to hide behind Zoro’s legs, though he hid the wrong way to have part of him sticking out. “Like I said, I believe in you being able to easily sneak around without alerting them, but Zoro was the one who said that somebody should go with you, so I asked him and then he tried to say he could find it on his own, but there’s no way. He would definitely get lost and end up on the other side of the globe! Don’t you understand my predicament, Nami?” 

He was giving her those big, watery eyes and her heart started to crack for him. Of course Chopper couldn’t leave as one of the main doctors around and on top that everyone was either gone or too busy with dealing with all the settlements they helped out to gather supplies for Chopper’s side project. That really did leave Nami, Zoro, and Brook, and he probably made the plan while the two guys were gone, leaving the task as something Nami would have to carry out.

A hefty sigh left her chest and that heat and tingles caused by Zoro seemed to completely disappear as her mind already began to gather ideas of the best and fastest routes to take across the state.

Nami straightened her back and closed her eyes to contain the last of her angry, “Alright, I guess it can’t be helped then, huh, Chopper?” She gave a small, tight smile to the tiny reindeer and made a mental note to try and trick Sanji to check in with Chopper in the future so he would be sent out on his suicide missions rather than her.

Chopper’s ecstatic shout echoed along the hallway, pulling the bag off his back to shove plenty of Stimpaks in Nami’s palms and then Zoro’s. “I made up a lot just in case you guys get in tight situations. These things can heal in a punch, but don’t forget that the best for the body is proper rest, diet, and caution.” The last part was directed at Zoro, by the way she had seen Chopper give a sharp doctors gaze at the man who was putting away the healing items with a bored look.

“Yeah, yeah, no worries. Don’t worry Chopper, we’ll be back by tomorrow night and without using any of these,” Zoro smirked proudly at the reindeer whose eyes were the ones to be glinting this time, the shining stars nearly bursting out to show his high thoughts of Zoro.

With a whimper, Nami rang her hand across her face. Just what had she gotten herself into?

...

And did he say Zoro was the one to volunteer to go with her?

*****

For you Maybe I’m a fool but it’s fun People say you rule me with one Wave of your hand Darling, it’s grand  They just don’t understand

It was nearly eighteen hours since they left the compound, her mikan trees all nicely taken care of, and an awkward air of silence created between the two. Well, it wasn’t necessarily awkward, but more of an overwhelming tension that was making her feel awkward as it dragged on more with nothing happening between the two of them. 

At this point, Nami’s lips were worn away in all the wrong ways. She had been biting on them out of nervousness and she had also slide down a hill and smashed her face into a rock. If there was one thing to pick out from that accident just than Zoro’s laughing being the only time she had seen him show emotion since leaving, it would be the prospect of bad luck could be looming after the first incident.

The factory that Chopper had told them of seemed to be an old food packing plant, she gazed up the rusted back garage doors and to the very few windows the looming structure seemed to have. Zoro beside her did the same, since getting within half a mile of the place, his hand had been firmly planted and unmoving atop of the hilts of his swords.

The closest window to the ground that Zoro could possibly boost her to was near the left side and she waved her hand for him to follow over to it. He positioned himself to be right under it and readied his arms to toss her up enough that she would get through the window.

“If something goes wrong, yell,” there was a joking smile on his face, as if the thought of the signal being her scream rather than the obvious racked of Deathclaws going crazy would be what it would take for him to know she was in danger.

Nami rolled her eyes and shifted the weight of her bag to even out on her back, giving a few rolling huffs of air to prepare herself, “Yeah, yeah, let’s just get this over with,” she grumbled and pushed her body into his waiting grip. 

Zoro’s right hand taking hold of her thigh and his left hand pushing into the belt of her jeans, sliding his thumb beneath the fabric for just a moment pop her panties on her hip, tossing her upwards as she gasped. The idiot was confusing her with each of his whims today.

Her hands gripped onto the creaking window frame and let herself drop through, positioning her body in the air to fall safely. As Nami’s feet had hit the ground, she kept a still stance and held her breathe, taking in the surroundings around her, finding that she was nicely alone in the space she landed in.

Feeling that the coast was clear at the moment, she kept a crouched stance, taking steps over the destroyed conveyor belts that was missing teeth mark shaped bits that were strewn across the room. If Chopper wanted Deathclaw claws, that could wait until another day after she found out how many were here and they could properly plan a strike, rather than race in and sustain more injuries than necessary.

As she shifted through the plant, trying to figure out where the lower stairs would be —Deathclaws liked being below the ground after all and that would be the most likely place that they would be and where these past scientists hid the blood from any prying hands— her mind drifted to Zoro.

Today had been confusing and all because of Zoro. She wasn’t used to his outward reactions towards her, let alone the thought of a mutual lust between the two. What exactly had changed so quickly during the past week for him to put himself out there and ready to jump Nami?

After working through four different room, picking up some canned food that could be put to use back home, the stairs finally appeared before her. And just beside them was a slim wall holder that contained a worn map, a big score for stumbling around in an abandoned place like this. 

“Bingo,” she whispered to herself, fingering through the pages as quietly as the paper crinkles would allow, finding that there seemed to be two higher levels, the main floor she was on, and three basement floors beneath her.

That meant there was three floors she would have to crawl through in the hopes of finding these feral ghoul blood packs for Chopper and three floors of potential Deathclaws with however many that she didn’t know about. Nami’s skin broke out in bumps, worried sweat sliding down her chin, down her neck, and hitting the bare skin of her breasts. She was starting to regret the bra and tank top, but anything more and the sound would have given her away.

She pushed down the stairs, heading to the first basement floor to check through it. 

Zoro had been so confident to undo her pants and take her right in the hallway where any of their friends could easily walk through and find them. The idea of such an occurrence brought the tingles back to her spine, Nami’s mind swirling around with just what he might do if he had seen that sweat, how his lips would fiercely attack the space of her breasts.

Half of this floor seemed to be clear so far, she dimly noted, nicking some metal scraps that were resting in a shipment of boxes. They were probably waiting to be unloaded and used to fix something in the plant before the nukes dropped.

The next set of stairs wouldn’t be too far and Nami knew that she should probably keep her senses in check, but Zoro just had to reignite that heat once again before she came in here. 

It should have been gross, licking on his thumb like a kitten, but it was hot and the little bit of salty sweat residue tasted nice on her tongue. She wanted more of that, more of Zoro, but it was risky to think of anything past a nice romp in the bed. Though she didn’t take him as the type to hit and that be it, yet the thought of him having those same confusing feelings that laid past friendship or family or lust was odd.

Love.

The hints of feeling in love had been creeping through Nami’s mind for over seven months now and on top of that, Zoro caught on to the fact that she had been trying to distance herself from him to keep out any of those kinds of feelings taking a hold of her and rendering her a victim.

There was nothing wrong with being in love. She was so happy for Usopp and Kaya every time she saw the two of them in that special bubble of theirs. 

But, the thoughts of how much harsher it would be to lose that person after taking that step into a different boundary, the pain of losing the only one who got to see you so intimately, that would be much worse than just losing close friends and family. She didn’t want to go through another death like Bellemere’s ever again.

So caught up in her head, Nami hadn’t even realized she found herself on the second basement floor until the smell hit her nose and she dived behind a desk decked with a busted up computer terminal.

Her breathe got stuck in her throat, a tiny whimper slipping out of her hands she covered over mouth. 

She had been right about the Deathclaw children.

There had to be a dozen adult Deathclaws alone and over half a dozen of the children on this floor. In the past, the Strawhat crew had met a few friendly Deathclaws, but that was a different case than now. The way they growled, slinking around the room and sniffing, there was no doubt in her mind of the hunger that was in these Deathclaws. But, there was another stench of a smell she had recognized as well.

Peaking beneath the sliver of the desk, across the room there was stacks on stacks of labeled feral ghoul blood packs, just as Chopper had heard from Law, but it seemed that a few had gotten busted open and the smell of irradiated blood was mixing with the Deathclaw’s and creating something foul that made her stomach twist in sickening flops.

No matter where she seemed to look, there would be no way that Nami could reach the blood by sneaking around Deathclaw’s there was just no space to hide behind to reach the blood packs and any direction she went and the time spent grabbing them would only lead to her being noticed and most definitely killed.

Maybe if she could get back out and to Zoro, she could lead him into here to clear the place for her to gather the blood packs, or at least distract them long enough. But, there was no telling if there was more in the last basement floor and how many compared to the amount that was around her now.

With each second passing of her being on the floor like this, it was becoming apparent to Nami the predicament she was in. 

Especially so when a throaty growl was too close to her ear and she could feel drool drooping along her leg.

Screwed, so screwed.

She had half a mind to actually turn and look to the predator, it’s mouth hanging open before her and the fangs glistening with saliva from the swinging lights above.

Her lungs burned from the scream she let out, the Deathclaw’s arm swinging down to crush the desk, Nami narrowly escaping the bloody death with a quick roll of her body. Hopefully the idiot Zoro had heard her, though she was uncertain if it would reach so far above compared to where she was in the basement.

All of the Deathclaw’s on the floor now had a nice eyeful of her spread out along the floor, like a snack before dinner for them, and below she could hear the rumble of more feet and claws racing to tear into her and make her bits.

The Clima Baton she had grown so used was being worked on by Usopp and so he had given her an overly upgraded laser pistol, but there was no way a laser pistol could get her out of this mess. Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, they were the types to be able to get themselves out of this situation without worries, but Nami wasn’t them.

That was why the moment she raised the pistol, a Deathclaw rushed from behind and sent her flying into a wall. The wall of blood packs she needed to get. No doubt was her left leg broken and the pumping blood was driving the Deathclaws insane with thirst. There was a slight distraction though, as Zoro finally burst forth, bringing out all three of his swords and slicing right through the first one to attack her.

Nami knew that she should probably get somewhere safer, but the reason they were here for Chopper came first. Zoro could take care of the Deathclaws and she could get the blood.

She whipped around her bag, throwing the flap open, and pushing the blood packs in by the arm full. There was a Deathclaw rearing itself up for an attack at her, but she almost had them all in her possession and Zoro would take care of it, right?

But, it’s claws still came racing for her, tearing away the tattered tank top in the first swipe and cutting open her stomach with the second. 

“Nami!” She could make out Zoro calling out to her, but she couldn’t see him beyond the rush of the lower floor Deathclaws surrounding him, the space of the whole floor seemed to be taken up by the creatures. 

Hope was growing dark for her.

And that was how Nami had gotten into this moment.

She sent her secured bag to Zoro through the Deathclaws, and prepared herself for this to be it. It was one of those moments that her brain just wasn’t thinking properly and death seemed inevitable now.

Even though she was scared of loving someone, scared of dying, scared of ruining that person she loved, Nami broke out into one more smile.

“I’m in love with you.” Zoro’s face peaked through the wall of Deathclaws and her words reached him, she hoped, as the arm of the nearest one swung into her, giving her a final look of its stretching skin tinged pink, the bent horns of a devil, and the foot long claws that hurt like a bitch. 

The concrete pillar it launched her into could have been nice, save for the fact of her head not being wrapped around it.

Zoro’s voice echoed out to her as her eyes slid shut.

“Don’t die on me.”

*****

Living for you Is easy living  It’s easy to live When you’re in love And I’m so in love There’s nothing in life but you

It was with a harsh thumping in her head, that Nami had awoken to a delicious warmth enveloping all over her. Such a nice warmth that she couldn’t resist nuzzling herself deeper into it, the feeling of her ear brushing over prickled skin like a scar.

A scar...

“Oi, you finally came to,” Zoro’s voice was low, even, though she didn’t miss the way his chest shook with a relieved sigh he seemed to have been holding in. 

“Mmm, everything hurts,” Nami whined and cracked her eyes open, noticing first that Zoro was missing the top clothes he had on earlier then realizing that she was now wearing his jacket along with fabric wrapped around her head, waist, and leg. “Isn’t this a bit much?” she mumbled, shifting her body to get a better view of his face.

“What’s a bit much is you forgetting that Chopper gave you stimpaks to use and then proceeding to throw your bag at me,” he glared down at her and she sighed, that was right, she did have medical supplies that would have helped her, but she instead made the decision to be an idiot.

“Sorry... I was.. too caught up in my head,” Nami had tilted her gaze away from his as it was piercing her too much and she needed a relief and when she looked around them, the bodies of all the Deathclaws that had been crawling among the basement was dead now and their hands and feet were missing the claws. “At least you got the other part of why we were here, huh? Chopper will be happy.”

“He won’t be happy to see you in this state knowing he was the one to send you out here,” Zoro’s hand cautiously came to rest on the top of her head, stroking her orange locks at a steady pace. “Love, huh?”

She could hear the way his lips curled around the words and a blush crawled over her cheeks at the thought of her hasty confession. Nami raised her fist, slamming into the side of his head with a screeching “shut up” accompanying it.

But, the hit did nothing to rid Zoro of the teasing smile. “I guess trying to take pages out of Brook’s philosophy was all wrong,” he whispered thoughtfully, laying his lips to hers for a brief moment of fireworks, but he pulled away too quickly for her to enjoy it.

“Eh? Brook?” She let her head fall into a tilt as Zoro gathered her up into his arms in a bridal style, lifting her up and throwing both of their bags into her lap. Nami guessed that now she was awake and he knew she was going to live, he was fine with getting out of this place.

“Yeah, he was saying that when you try to go after a woman, you have to be over the top and come on strong,” a smirk strung across his face and a chuckle echoed around, “and then you will definitely get into their panties.” 

Her eyes nearly rolled out her head, “Oh my god, seriously?! That’s why you were suddenly coming onto me? Cause you wanted to get me out of my panties? I didn’t realize that you and Sanji actually were so similar,” she poked at his buttons to tease him. Of course she should have known he was going by what someone else said.

“Oi! Don’t compare me to the shitty cook!” His foot rose to slam through the rest of the garage door that hadn’t been cut up and as the shanty metal clattered on the ground, piles of snow could be seen rising along the hills before them as more fell down from the sky.

Her smile drooped a bit, “I’ve been out for a whole day?” 

Zoro sighed behind her, pulling her in closer to keep the cold away from her body, “Yeah, but it doesn’t seem you’re too bad off.”

“I guess we have plenty to talk about later on...” Nami’s voice drifted off as she wrapped his jacket tighter. There was something nice in this moment, a relief to know that her time hadn’t come, that Zoro was trying to work towards something with her, and being all wrapped in Zoro’s clothes and body.

Yes, it was wonderful, the warmth coming back, and that she wasn’t alone in those tingles that tickled her spine.

[femganronpa]

Hi! Could i ask a medieval au where Miu, Celeste and Kaede are princesses and they slowly fall in love with their fem personal knight?

Aaa this was so interesting and fun! I hope it’s okay that I went wild with them; they got kind of long ^^’ –Mod Mikan

 MIU

· Princess Miu is probably the most troublesome young royal the court has had in quite some time. She’s always running around shoving her nose into people’s business, commandeering supplies for her inventions, and testing them out on unsuspecting commoners.

· Honestly, she’s bound to get into some real trouble sooner or later, so she’s given a personal knight to defend her if she gets into any scrapes or, God forbid, assassination attempts.

· She thinks the whole thing is stupid and mostly ignores you at first, but instead of talking to herself while she works like she usually does, she finds herself talking to you, even though you don’t really understand what she’s saying most of the time.

· Your duty as a knight to the Princess is pretty slow; there’s not much action, so you take it upon yourself to take care of her in other ways. Make sure she gets enough rest, because she’s resistant to sleep, and make sure she eats well and drinks enough water.

· It’s not long before she starts talking to you like a person rather than a sounding board, and she asks you about your knighthood. She’s intrigued by all the stories you have to tell about your adventures, and she finds herself really noticing how attracted she is to you under that horrible (her words) clothing and armor.

· Miu has never had many friends, partially due to her demeanor and partially due to her status, but she considers you to be her best friend. She still doesn’t quite understand the point of having a personal knight, but she’s glad she has you around.

· Of course, there is a point to it, and her foul behavior comes back to bite her in the ass eventually. You notice the archer hiding in the bushes just before they loose the arrow, and while you don’t have time to stop them, you do have time to block the shot.

· You manage to knock the assassin out cold before paying any mind to the arrow in your shoulder, which with your bad luck managed to sneak in between your pauldron and your breast plate.

· Miu is crying as she calls a carriage to get you back to the castle for treatment. You tell her it’s not that bad even as you’re a bit woozy from the pain, but she’s practically inconsolable the whole ride back, and you’re a little too out of it to calm her down.

· Her face is still wet when she comes to sit at your bedside after the arrow is removed. “You can’t be my knight anymore,” she says. “I’ll find a new one.”

· You blink in surprise. Just when you’d really gotten close to her she wants you gone? It hurts, but you don’t want to make a scene about it.

· “I understand,” you say. “I’m sorry I failed you. I should have seen the assassin sooner than I did.”

· “What?” Miu scowls. “I don’t give a damn about that! You could have died!” Her voice shakes as she continues speaking. “I can’t let that happen again.”

· Oh.

· She leans over your bed to kiss you, and she’s blushing furiously when she pulls away. “I…care about you, you know.”

· She decides to keep you on as her knight when you explain that this was the least dangerous job you’d ever had, but not before vowing to stay as far away from trouble as she could if it meant you’d be safer.

 CELESTE

· Princess Celeste insisted on having a personal knight—it was her right as a royal, after all—and to find the perfect candidate, she holds an elaborate series of tests and contests for knights all over the kingdom to compete in.

· The idea of working for the royal family is too lucrative to pass up, so of course you make the long trip to the castle to try your hand against the other knights. You don’t have high expectations, but you are rather skilled, so there’s no harm in trying.

· The Princess perks up as soon as you enter the courtyard to introduce yourself. She hadn’t expected to see someone like you at this event, and she’s immediately intrigued by you. She makes a note to pay close attention to how you perform in the tournaments.

· You rank high in jousting and dueling, but you’re bested by one other knight in unarmed combat. You expect that person to be chosen over you, as they also placed high in the other contests, but Celeste appears on the balcony of the castle and announces that you, S/O, will be her sworn and loyal knight.

· It’s a formal job, and you don’t want to mess it up, but you’re so curious—a few days later, as you’re accompanying her on a stroll through the gardens, you ask why she chose you rather than the knight who beat you.

· She smirks a little. “He was a big, hulking beast,” she says. “I doubt he even bathes. I would much rather have a pretty thing like you by my side.”

· You’re glad she’s occupied with picking roses from a bush with her back turned to you, because you’ve never blushed so hard in your life. You aren’t used to being complimented in your line of work—you’re usually put down for your looks, really—but Celeste says those things so shamelessly that you don’t know how to respond to it.

· In fact, she’s started complimenting you a lot, and if you didn’t know better you’d think she’s developing feelings for you, but you quickly shake off the idea. She must flirt with everyone like this, right? There’s no way she feels that way about you.

· She does, though, and she makes that clear when she begins asking you to stay in her room with her at night, where she steals secret kisses and even invites you into her bed to cuddle.

· You carry on a secret relationship for a while, knowing you’ll get into trouble if anyone found out you were involved with the Princess. It’s frustrating sometimes, but you love being with her in the quiet, private moments you get.

· One day, she sits down with you and tells you she wants to come out about being with you. You start telling her you’re afraid it will blow back on her, but she simply holds up her hand to stop you.

·  “If it affects my status, so be it,” she says. “You are too important to me to hide any longer. I will take my chances with the rest of the court.”

· “All right,” you say. “But…you know they may remove me from your service if they think this is inappropriate.”

· “I would like to see them try.” She caresses your cheek and smiles at you. “If they do force you to leave? Well, I will leave with you.”

· You can’t believe she’d be willing to gamble her royal birthright just to be with you, but she’s deadly serious. She hadn’t quite intended to fall in love with you, but she has, and she isn’t going to let anything stand in the way of your relationship.

 KAEDE

· Princess Kaede’s parents hire you to watch out for her as she’s getting older and engaging with the public more. They warn you that it’ll likely be a slow job as Kaede is so well liked by the kingdom, but they’d rather be safe than sorry.

· You assure them you’re all right with this; you love being a knight, but you’re more a fan of the quieter aspects. You just haven’t had a cushy job until now, so you have quite a few scars from previous contracts. If anyone does want to try anything, they’ll probably think twice before doing it.

· When you first meet the Princess, you find her in the oratory sitting at a harpsichord, and she’s playing the most beautiful melody you’ve ever heard. When she finishes the piece, she turns around and smiles at you, and God, she’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen, too.

· You immediately try to quash any feelings you might develop for her—this is a professional relationship, after all—but they keep sneaking back up on you. You can’t help it; the more time you spend with her, the more you fall in love with her.

· She makes you feel like you’re part of the family, but you’re careful not to overstep any bounds, as you know the King and Queen don’t see you that way. You’re just an employee to them.

· Kaede spends most of her time at the harpsichord, where you’re not needed for her protection, but she often invites you to sit with her while she plays. She enjoys your company regardless of your service.

· She also joins you and the court’s other knights in your training sometimes, at least the training that isn’t too dangerous! Her family thinks it’s strange, but she’ll go with you to practice horsemanship and go hunting whenever she’s free. She’s not very good at it, but she tells you she just likes spending time with you and learning about what life is like for you.

· You think it’s great that she doesn’t mind getting her hands dirty, and as you get closer you’ll often collapse in bed together after a long, tiring day to laugh about how she accidentally mounted a horse backwards (“Well, I’d like to see you try riding sidesaddle!”) or how you tried to show off with one of the hunting falcons only for him to beat you over the head with his wing (“I swear he’s never done that before!”)

·  She invites you to more and more of her duties as well, like sitting in on meetings and formal dance lessons. It’s not really your thing, but any time spent with Kaede is time well spent!

· The dance lessons in particular pay off, because as the summer ball held at the castle every year approaches, she asks you to go with her as her partner. You really didn’t expect this, but of course you agree!

· The two of you have fun sharing hors d’oeuvres and dancing late into the night. You go back to her room afterward and stay up talking even longer until you’re both so sleepy you’re practically about to pass out.

· “You know, S/O…I think I’m in love with you,” she says quietly, as if she’s just realizing this. You think you’ve misheard her at first, but then she leans in for a chaste kiss and curls up next to you to fall asleep.

[a-student-out-of-time]

Akane’s parents

Here’s my family for Akane

Next profile! Owari Kaoru Age: 53 Birthday: February 14th Height: 5’11 Appearance: A handsome tall man with black hair, blue eyes and pale skin. He wears a dark brown suit with a red tie. Personality and background: Kaoru grew up with where his parents cheat on each other a lot and had a large number siblings. He disassociated with his dad after finding how he forced himself on many women. He tries to focus on his future and try to live a stable life. However he has gotten his parents traits on compulsively feel attracted to women and can be very greedy. His favorite kind of women are the dark skinned women, they’re the most desirable. Though the only person he truly loves was Rumiko, who did help him become more stable enough. He had a stable life as good business man. However Rumiko’s death brought out his worse traits. He didn’t know to handle the job and honestly had zero desire to care for his kids. He just grabs any woman who can be good mothers for the kids and leave them with her, then continue to do whatever he wants. He felt bad, he hoped that Narumi would snap and kill all of his family (including himself) so they won’t have to deal with this misery, but she killed herself instead. He just stopped caring at this point. He just sleeps with any woman he sees. He only realized that he of a horrible husband and dad he is when the parade started. Which is sad that he’ll die when he tries to redeem himself. While he maybe a fuck boy, but he’s very strict when it comes to consensual sex and taught his about it after hitting puberty. Family: Unnamed parents, unnamed siblings, Rumiko (1st wife), unnamed sister in law, Akane (1st daughter), Hinata (1st son), Yota (2nd son), Narumi (2nd wife), Itsumi (2nd daughter), Hideki (3rd son), Mei (3rd daughter), Honoka (3rd wife), Teruko (4th daughter), Jubei (4th son) and Haruto (5th son). Likes: Pretty woman and fine wine. Dislikes: Nonconsensual sex and his dad.

Here’s a profile! Owari Rumiko née Fujimoto Age: 25 Birthday: September 4th Height: 5’4 Appearance: She has long straight dark brown hair, brown eyes and tan skin. She usually wears a white shirt and red shorts. Personality and background: Rumiko’s a hardworking, serious and well adjusted, but also can be upbeat and fun. Especially since she’s hoping to become a gymnast in the Olympics one day. Rumiko grew up a normal life from a family of athletes. However she tends to find herself hooking up with the worst kind of men. She hoped that she could complete her happy life with her kids… sadly she never got to enjoy that life as she and her twin sister died in a car crash one tragic night. Family: Unnamed sister, Kaoru (husband), Akane (daughter), Hinata (son) and Yota (son). Likes: Hard work and hot man Dislikes: Cheaters and manipulation. Status: Deceased

Another profile! Owari Narumi (I’m not giving her maiden name, because that’s not relevant, while Rumiko’s is as Hinata changed it her surname to break off ties as a Owari.) Age: 36 Birthday: April 1st Height: 5’8 Appearance: She has long dark blue hair, amber eyes and brown skin. She usually wears a light blue blouse and tan shorts. Personality and background: Narumi’s described to be a woman under a lot of stress and panics a lot when there’s chaos, but somehow manages to get things done. She is loyal devoted mother and wife trying to provide for her family, even loving the kids from her husband’s previous wife. However she’s emotionally unstable with depression and low confidence. Those traits leads her into making impulsive decisions. As the stress of caring for six children affected her emotionally. When Narumi found out that Kaoru cheated on her. She felt like that she wanted to snap, but looked into her kids’ faces and decided to raise them with her co wife. It doesn’t help since her family never cared for her and she was bullied a lot. Family: Unnamed parents, Kaoru (husband), Akane (step daughter), Hinata (step son), Yota (step son), Itsumi (daughter), Hideki (son), Mei (daughter), Honoka (co-wife), Teruko (step daughter), Haruto and Jubei (step sons) Likes: Her kids (including her step kids) and gardening. Dislikes: Being manipulated. Status: Alive

Honoka O’Brain Age: 29 Birthday: May 12th Height: 5’3 Appearance: She has curly dark green hair pulled into low pigtails, red eyes and brown skin. She wears a orange halter top and brown skirt. Personality and background: Honoka’s a laid back and chill woman that that likes to go with the flow. She has a off hand approach in parenting, but does draw the line when things go too far with getting her kids hurt. When she’s mad, she’s terrified forced to not be messed with. She grew up on America with a upbringing similar to Kaoru’s. A lot of siblings around but from more of a polygamous parents who were loving and were off hand on parenting. So she didn’t mind having children from her husband’s previous wives and sharing him with other women. She’s also laidback on her modesty and doesn’t care about people looking at her body. Not really noticing her choices weren’t healthy. She’s a vegetarian who only eats fish as meat, but doesn’t mind serving meats to her kids if they want some. Her mother’s Japanese and her dad’s a mixture other races. Family: Multiple unnamed parents, multiple unnamed siblings, Kaoru (husband), Akane (step daughter), Hinata (step son), Yota (step son), Narumi (co wife), Itsumi (step daughter), Hideki (step son), Mei (step daughter), Teruko (daughter), Jubei (son) and Haruto (son). Likes: Open mindedness and deep conversations. Dislikes: Bigotry and no confidence. Status: Alive

Originally, Narumi killed herself in NWPM, but I thought it would be fun for you to use her in your au. Though there’s no sprites for her. Narumi’s however heterosexual, is only fine with Honoka’s presence as she helps her raise the kids, unlike Toko’s moms. As they do get along. Narumi’s a bit like Mikan and Honoka’s a bit like Angie. Kaoru’s a slimy man slut with charisma.

(Part 1)

[skyflicker]

black coffee, no sugar (amasai week day two)

written for @amasaiweek2020, hosted by @toxicisnotapineapple and @storyflight! this is worse than the one yesterday i’m sorry i think i lost my touch lol,,, but i had to write this in a day so... anyways this is in the same universe as sea glass, and i really hope you guys enjoy it and all even if it’s not that good?

this also turned out much, much longer that i thought it would, and also got,,, way too angsty it was supposed to be fluffy but nevermind i suck at that :) enjoy!

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Rantaro isn’t a stranger to hospitals. 

True, he’s not really the type of child to get hurt every other day- he has a knack for dealing with dangerous situations, and almost never gets injured, but some of his sisters are rather careless especially when they get passionate (Riku, especially, is prone to a lot of accidents, with how she bounces everywhere with such spirited bursts of fire), and he often finds himself there to support them.

But rarely does he find himself in such a bad spot that he has to visit the hospital. He isn’t even really hurt physically- he’d only hit his head a little, but the police had insisted on taking him here to get checked over by the doctor. 

The hospital is such a blinding alabaster that Rantaro flinches every time he blinks. It’s so quiet, too, so silent that he can hear clearly every buzz and tremble of the air conditioner. It feels creepy, in a way, and it’s even more obvious being completely alone here in this room. He feels the shivers running down his spine as he waits for the doctor to return.

He’s never been alone in the hospital before, not without at least one member of his family with him. After all, he has one biological mother, three other stepmothers, and twelve sisters, although admittedly most are missing, but no matter what had happened, there would always be at least one person by his side. It’s not that he doesn’t like the silence, he loves being alone, but at a time like this, he would give anything for any of his sisters to be here for him. 

(He still misses them every day: each and every of them was so special to him, the brightest stars in his night, the brightest blossoms in his gardens. He remembers every detail of each of the nine girls that have gone missing so vividly, as if it were burnt and imprinted onto his eyelids- Amaka’s fierce protectivity when things went wrong, Hanako’s vibrant liveliness when she was passionate, Ena’s composed calmness that always soothed him easily, Naoko’s energetic laughter when she led her sisters in activities, Akari’s wide smile that she constantly wore on her face, Rina’s tender, seamless care towards everyone she met, Yuki’s quiet thoughtfulness and curiosity towards everything she saw, Inori’s soft touch as her arms wrapped around Rantaro, Minori’s sweet innocence towards everyone… he misses them all dearly.) 

But it’s not something he could control. His father nearly killed a child, after all. They told him, after the interrogation and taking Rantaro’s testimony in this small room, that he could see his sisters and mothers again when the doctor had finished examining him and had given him a pass. After the numerous tests the medical team had run on him, they’d all disappeared, leaving Rantaro here alone, with the images of the boy (probably around his age, give or take a few months, which isn’t really saying much since Rantaro himself is only twelve and a half, but still. Rantaro has this thing, where he can’t help but feel a brotherly attachment to people younger than him) hit by the car, his father’s car, and he can’t help but feel the fear growing like crystal spikes in a chemical solution, in his heart, and feel the ice run down his spine. 

It’s just like there’s a ghost just behind him, berating him for not stopping his father in time, that it’s partly his fault, and truth be told, Rantaro knows that really well. The car was only driving along that road because they’d only just lost Amaka in Liechtenstein, and she was the one sister Rantaro could rely on and truly lean on for support when he couldn’t say anything to the others out of guilt for making them worry (maybe because she’s only a few months younger, and he feels less guilt for piling his burdens onto her?), and Rantaro had been really crushed over her loss, and his father had offered to take him along for a business outing to cheer him up, maybe just a little. His father had had to take a detour because of this, and this had happened as a result.

He wonders if the boy is alright. Rantaro still feels like he’s back in time, sitting shotgun in his father’s limo, staring at the unconscious body sprawled across the pavement. He feels as if the moment had frozen, and he was still there, watching his father freeze and do nothing. He feels himself move on instinct, grabbing his backpack, which fortunately still held first aid materials from his previous trip, harshly unlocking the door and kicking it open. It’s as if his body is on autopilot as he runs over to the boy’s side, ignoring the crimson colour flooding out and staining the pavement, like an infant’s grubby fingers spreading finger paint all over their canvas, running like rivers sliding through the slits between the tiny grey stones that padded the road so uniformly, like the life slipping out of the boy through the blood away from him.

The sanguine bleeds everywhere, weaving between the boy’s fingers and matting his midnight-coloured hair. In the twilight, the boy’s silhouette is coated with a sheen of warm muted periwinkle, rimmed in golden light from the sun that’s almost completely set, and it would be such a beautiful sight if not for the fact that Rantaro knows the boy can and will die if he doesn’t hurry. Rantaro kneels, not caring that the sticky liquid is soaking through his jeans, or that the stones are rough and brushes harshly against his knees, and takes the boy’s hand. It’s soft and his wrist is so small, he’s reminded of his sisters, but he brushes that thought away and takes his pulse. He sighs in complete relief as he detects one, and he lets one of his hands hover over the boy to find the wound, as he rummages through his bag to find his phone and call the ambulance. 

All this, though, is stopped, as his hand flits over his nose and feels the weak breathing. He’s so shocked and concerned all of a sudden that he nearly drops the phone in the middle of giving the address. He hastily finishes the call, and immediately goes to measure the breathing. It’s so weak, and he puts his hand on the boy’s lungs, immediately finding the huge wound spanning from his lungs to his upper torso. It’s probably deep, too. Rantaro can feel the fear and worry spike in his chest, he barely knows this kid but he doesn’t want him to die. He feels the suffocating helplessness, he doesn’t know what to do, and he desperately wants to help but he can’t and that seems like the greatest punishment of all, worse than dying himself- watching an innocent bystander, a mere child, die by his mistake, having innocent blood on his hands. With no other choice left, he inhales, and leans down to try applying CPR-

He opens his eyes as he screams until his throat is dry and parched, and it feels raw and exposed, but nothing can tear the images off his mind. He gasps and gasps for breath, as if the guilt formed a rope and was strangling him as he was off in his reverie, rubbing his eyes as they focus, and he’s still in the overwhelmingly bright hospital room, has been all along, and the pavement stained with cardinal is gone, in the past. He screams, and screams, but no one comes, and he only feels worse that he did.

He inhales, and he realizes that he’s been crying, the tears streaming past his cheeks. He doesn’t even know if the kid is alive, let alone alright. 

He hears the door slam open, and the light blue curtains (which were even more unsettlingly bright than the walls, if that was even possible- it’s like those kinds of blue that brightens white even more, like freshly fallen snow) were grabbed and pushed open with urgency. It’s the nurse who came to take his tests- Mikan Tsumiki-san, Rantaro remembers from previously looking at her name tag. She breathes deeply in complete relief when she sees Rantaro safe and unhurt, and her lavender eyes are so round and filled with fear that Rantaro instantly feels bad for alerting and scaring her.

“A-Amami-kun!” she exclaims, obviously shaken. “Are you alright? Y- you look-” she cuts herself off, and Rantaro realizes he must look really distraught, with tear tracks over his face and wide eyes full of distress. He nods, forcing a smile on his face, swiping at his face in an attempt to destroy all evidence of him crying.

The young nurse hands him a tissue wordlessly- she must’ve had a lot of experience with people like this, and he murmurs his thanks as he cleans his face. “Dr. Kamakura’s f-finished with your tests,” Mikan says, stuttering as she fumbles with the records she holds in her hand, “you’re clear and free to leave now. Your two sisters are waiting outside?”

“Two?” Rantaro asks in surprise immediately, faltering as Mikan seems to get nervous, “No, it’s okay, you probably didn’t count wrongly, maybe one’s just too busy to come around…”

He doesn’t blame them, either. He didn’t expect any of them to show up, close as he is with all of them, seeing as they’ve just lost another sibling- Sora’s own biological sister, no less- so he’s already pleasantly surprised. He smiles faintly at Mikan out of politeness, nods along as she talks him through all the procedures, tells him his father is at the police station. 

“Tsumiki-san?” he asks when she’s finished. “How’s the other boy? The one my father hit?”

The nurse looks rather surprised, “ Saihara-kun? H- he’s okay! The surgery was successful, and since he’s only eleven, and a child’s body has a quicker rate of mending itself, he’ll recover pretty soon! He’s still here for now, though, will be for the next month or so.”

Rantaro feels the relief spreading through his body. “That’s great,” he whispers. He thanks Mikan again before leaving, and soon enough he finds himself down the corridor to the main waiting lobby. The walls are painted a muted ivory, which soothes Rantaro’s eyes a little, despite still being white, and the wooden floorboards are a gorgeous light beige. It’s very clean, like one would expect in a hospital, but it’s still so.... Empty. Maybe people don’t really come along this side of the building, but Rantaro still finds it mildly unnerving.

He reaches the end of the hallway, and pushes open the door. His gaze immediately spots Riku, who sits quietly (what a contrast to her normal bubbly attitude) in one of the sofas in the corner of the lobby. He’s suddenly hit with a pang of emotion, as the image of a young girl, looking identical to Riku in every way except for her long hair when Riku keeps hers short, sitting in the exact same spot, quietly sitting still, but her cerulean eyes hold nothing but worry and concern and fear. He’s unable to stop a tear from rolling down his cheek as in his mind, five-year-old Rina does the same, her tiny hands trembling as they’re clasped on her knees. The image of her, her gorgeous azure eyes earnest and kind with the world in them, her long golden blonde hair like strands of sunlight woven into silk, pulled into her braid that Rantaro did for her every morning, her tiny feet tapping the air (she’s not tall enough for her feet to reach the ground) restlessly out of worry- he cannot unsee the young girl in her twin, even though they’re complete opposites. Where Riku is lively and spirited, Rina is quiet, but she had more kindness and sympathy in her tiny finger than most people had, like how Riku has more energy and laughter in hers than probably the whole world does. (except for maybe Naoko- that girl did nothing but laugh.)

Every time Riku had gotten into an accident, Rina had been there waiting for her without fail. The two were inseparable, two halves that complete each other perfectly, and they loved each other so much. It had completely broken Riku a year ago when Rina went missing in New Zealand that Riku had stopped being so reckless and while Rantaro was glad his sister didn’t get hurt so much anymore, it was disheartening and distressing to watch her of all people so utterly void of life.

He pushes the thought away, puts on his mask of smiles again, and heads towards his sisters. Shiori sits next to Riku, with her arm around the younger girl, whispering comforting things into her ear. Her light brown hair cascaded in curls down her back and draped over Riku’s shoulder, and her attention was completely focused on Riku. 

It’s Riku who spots him first, squealing and leaping to her feet, bouncing over to wrap her arms around Rantaro, “Rantaro! We were worried sick! Are you alright? Were you hurt?”

He laughs, “I’m alright, Riku, Shiori. Don’t worry.” It feels so good to have the comfort of his sisters with him. They’re his lifeline, his whole world, no matter what.

Shiori offers him a smile. “I’m glad. Sora was asleep when we received the news, which is why she isn’t here, but if she could I’m sure she’d be here without a single second of hesitation.” Rantaro realizes as his stomach sinks that Shiori has picked up on his distress and probably deduced why. Despite being only nine, Shiori is intuitive. Really intuitive. She’s clever, and picks up on emotions as easily as one completes the math question one plus one. It’s also why, despite being a middle child, she still has such a large presence in the house- Shiori simply cannot help but help everyone at every chance she gets, a trait she passed onto her younger biological sister, Inori. 

He grimaces slightly, and pushes away the thought of his second youngest sister. He can’t help but constantly think of his sisters, whenever he sees anything that might be remotely related to them. It’s something that constantly haunts him, a failure that he’s forced to live with. If only I hadn’t lost them at all…

Shoot. He completely forgot about Shiori, and he looks at her, dismayed, only to see her narrowing her eyes at him. She’s definitely caught on, considering that he confided in her more than once over this issue. (he’s not the type to keep things from his sisters, even though he tries not to stress them out as much as he can.) She walks closer, and hugs him once Riku releases him, whispering in his ear, “Rina and Inori would be relieved if they were here too. It’s not your fault,” before she pulls away and picks up RIku. “Come on, let’s go home.”

“You two go first,” Rantaro says, and his voice cracks as he thinks of the boy, hurting and aching as he sleeps. He feels the guilt drop into his stomach as he realizes that he’s happy and relieved while the boy is hurting because of him. “There’s something I have to check. Shiori, take care of Riku?”

Understanding flashes across Shiori’s face. “Alright. See you in the morning?” she searches his face, asking for an unspoken promise.

He nods. “See you in the morning.” Non-verbally, he promises his sister that he’ll come back, he’ll always come back.

He watches them leave until the shadows they leave behind are gone, then turns and runs to the counter urgently, “excuse me? May I ask where, uh,” he tries to recall the name Mikan told him, “Sa- Saihara-kun? I think? Is staying?”

The nurse at the counter looks mildly surprised, but after a brief explanation, Rantaro’s being led down countless corridors of white, to what probably is another side of the building. They reach a door, and the nurse pushes it open. He follows her out into the cool night air, the breeze immediately nestling into his hair and tousling it. In the night, the bright full moon hangs in the sky, glowing, and he wonders if his other sisters are also looking at the same night sky, looking up at the moon, across the world. 

He didn’t realize it was so late- that explains why there weren’t any people at all. The wind whistles in the air, winding around him, gentle and yet cold and sharp. It reminds him of Hanako and Ena, lost at the same time. They were lost unto the dark night, the cold and unforgiving, cruel span of darkness that covered half of the earth each night, and covered Rantaro’s whole world that one cold night in China. He wonders if they’re alright, if they’re adjusting to living in a communist country, a place where freedom is restricted and locked away in an unbreakable iron cell that will never see the light of day, a place with the life squeezed and pushed out of it, every single day dull and unmotivated. 

He’s led across the hospital gardens, into another wing of the hospital (apparently, it’s much bigger than he expected or anticipated it to be), and up a couple of floors. FInally, he’s led to a waiting room outside a single-patient hospital room. The waiting room is small, with a single sofa and a small coffee table, and the wall connected to the corridor is made of transparent glass.

“Visiting hours are over,” the nurse says, “but i can let you have a glimpse of him before you leave.” she goes to open the door, but Rantaro stops her, smiling politely when he looks at her. He’s not so rude to just leave, not when this child is injured because of him. 

“It’s okay, thank you,” he tells the nurse, “I’ll just stay here until I’m allowed in.”

The nurse tries to persuade him otherwise, but he doesn’t budge, and soon the nurse gives up and slips out of the door. She comes back after a few minutes, though, and she wordlessly puts down a cup of hot chocolate and a few biscuits, smiles at him, and leaves again after Rantaro thanks her profusely.

Rantaro sits down on the sofa, and opens his backpack to bring out a couple of books- he has a habit of always carrying around a few in case things happen and he’s left with time to spare. He opens one, and he begins to read, immersed in his books until morning.

He doesn’t even know it’s morning until he hears the door open again. He looks up, expecting to find a nurse, or maybe a doctor, but instead, he’s met with a boy his age, purple-haired with deep indigo eyes, and a girl behind him with long obsidian hair braided and falling to her waist, with vivid sanguine eyes. His eyes widen at the same time theirs do as he recognizes the girl.

“Maki,” he exclaims at the same time the girl says his name. Surprise fills him- he hadn’t seen his childhood friend since his sisters- specifically, Akari- first started going missing and they’d moved away, but when he was much younger and had all his sisters with him, Yuki liked going to the orphanage next door and helping out there, playing with the children her age. It was there he met Maki, the only girl his age there, and they became close friends almost instantly. They’d completely lost contact when Rantaro moved, though.

The boy looks between them, bewildered, “Harumaki, you know this boy?”

Maki sighs, and nods, launching into a short explanation, then introducing the boy as “an idiot, Kaito Momota”, and the boy, Kaito, interjects, claiming to be the ‘Luminary of the Stars’. Maki doesn’t seem to be amused by this, and glares at him as her cheeks redden, but Rantaro can tell even after all these years that there’s no malice behind her ruby eyes.

Rantaro, though, is rather amused, “Rantaro Amami,” he introduces himself, extending a hand that Kaito takes and shakes without hesitation. “I stayed here overnight so I could apologize. For, uh. My father ran over that guy inside with his car.”

Maki stares at him. “Your father. The extremely rich guy. Ran over him.” she points at the door to the hospital room.

He sheepishly nods. “Yea. And I, uh, may or may not have felt guilty, so I stayed here.” he feels vaguely uncomfortable with both Kaito (who Maki obviously likes) and Maki herself staring at him, but he knows he deserves it.

At last, Maki walks forward, and slaps him hard. “That one,” she says, “is for Shuichi. My friend whom your father ran over.” Rantaro stays still, not saying anything even if his left cheek stings and hurts, because he knows he deserves it, when he caused so much pain and worry.

She backhands him across the face again, and this time he sees the reluctance in her face, the concern her eyes are so full of, and he knows that for the emotionless facade she puts up, she’s genuinely really worried for her friend and him. “And that’s because you’re being stupid,” she whispers, and Rantaro feels as if he’s about to cry, again, because he’s missed Maki so much and he’s touched, that she still cares for him after all those years. Proud, that she’s finally expressing herself more openly. The old Maki would’ve been too scared to even show the slightest bit of emotion, so anxious and scared of being hated by the world. As an orphan, Maki’s always carried around the knowledge that even her own parents don’t want her, that she’s so unlikeable that she deserves to be alone and abandoned in the dark, and she was always too scared to befriend the others in the orphanage. Rantaro was her first friend, and she must have felt very hurt when the boy had moved so suddenly without warning.

He feels guilty, guilty for leaving Maki alone to furl up and cry all alone, but he feels so much pride, with the way she’s finally comfortable in her own skin, that she’s made friends with other kids their age. He smiles at her despite how his cheeks are stinging badly with eyes brimming with tears as Maki steps back, and she smiles back at him. “Visiting hours started,” she says finally, “you really should check the time, you idiot. It’s half past nine in the morning.”

Rantaro laughs, “thanks for the reminder.” he turns to push the door open, but steps back, looking at Kaito and Maki. “You should go in first. He doesn’t know me, after all.”

Maki nods, and Kaito practically breaks the door down as it bursts open and he races in, followed by the girl, and Rantaro last.

The room the boy is staying in is bright, but not lit by artificial lighting- early morning sunlight shines in through a large window on the other side of the room. Glass fractures the light into a thousand different rays, coating the room in an almost ethereal glow. There’s a tree right outside the window, and Rantaro can see a few sparrows resting on the branches. It reminds him of Minori, his youngest sister, who’d loved animals and nature, but she especially loved sparrows, loved how they were small but so adorable, and yearned to spread her wings and take flight like they did. 

The room itself is clean and mostly empty, creating a spacious feeling as one enters. A cupboard lies to the side of the hospital bed, and there’s a movable desk in front of the boy, who’s sitting up when they arrive. His face brightens as he greets his two friends with a strained smile- probably due to the stitches and the pain, Rantaro thinks, and feels the guilt in his heart weighing it down again.

He notices with a start that the boy is actually really pretty. Rantaro normally identifies as asexual, no sexual attraction, be he can’t not admit that with his long eyelashes and curious green-grey eyes, the boy is adorable, and he finds his eyes widening and that he can’t take his eyes off the boy.

The boy’s face goes on alert mode when he sees Rantaro, though. “Ah, who are you? Why are you here?” he seems so scared, so shy, that Rantaro immediately feels the guilt double.

Rantaro hesitates, but he introduces himself. “I’m Rantaro Amami. I’m here because, well- my father kind of ran over you. With his car. I’m here to apologize and see if you’re alright.” he wishes with all his might that he’d forgive him, for causing so much misery. So much pain.

It’s the boy’s turn to widen his eyes, and he almost drops the cup he’s holding. “Wait, you- you’re the one the doctor talked about? You gave me CPR, right?” all traces of his former shyness is gone as he stares, shocked, at Rantaro.

Kaito and Maki’s gazes immediately snap to Rantaro, and he reddens under all the attention he’s being given. “Y- yes, but I did what I thought I should do, it’s my fault it happened, I hope you aren’t hurt that bad-”

Maki cuts him off, scoffing, but she wears a small smile on her face, “Don’t be an idiot, Taro,” she says, and Rantaro smiles at the use of the childhood nickname, “it isn’t your fault and you know it. Your father was the one who ran over Shuichi. It was an accident.” she shrugs. “Those happen all the time. It’s really nothing to feel guilty about.” She turns to Shuichi. “This idiot stayed here without sleeping all night, because he wanted to apologize.”

The boy nods feverently, shock still evident in his eyes. “You saved my life,” he adds. “The doctor told me if you hadn’t saved me and bandaged my wounds to stop the bleeding in time I would’ve bled to death. Maki’s right, don’t apologize.”

Rantaro smiles faintly at him. “How can I make it up to you, though? Can I, like, get you a drink or something, at least?”

The boy’s eyes light up at once, and Rantaro finds himself smiling wider, genuinely. “Could you get me a coffee, please? Black coffee, no sugar.”

Kaito laughs as Rantaro looks at the boy, surprised. “Coffee? Right after your surgery?”

The boy suddenly seems very defensive, “Researches show it’s actually beneficial? It can shake off the woozy aftereffects of whatever drugs administered, boost my alertness, help with constipatio-”

“Right,” Rantaro laughs fully for the first time since the accident, “got it. Why such… bitter coffee, though?”

It’s Kaito that answers this time, a grin hanging on his face, “Shuichi only drinks bitter coffee. My sidekick can’t stand things that are too sweet!” The boy nods in agreement, and Rantaro’s heart warms. 

Before he leaves to get the coffee, though, he turns back and asks, “oh, and before I go, your name…”

The boy smiles, “It’s Shuichi Saihara.”

The name stays with Rantaro as he runs to get the coffee from a nearby local coffee shop he really likes. A lovely name for a lovely boy. The smile Rantaro gets from Shuichi as he hands him the lukewarm coffee, still out of breath, is stunning and to Rantaro, it’s so sweet and beautiful that it’s warmer than any sunlight the sun can give, and prettier than even the most gorgeous nature phenomenon. He goes on to visit Shuichi every day, staying for hours and hours on end, bringing a black coffee sans sugar with him every time, and the smile Shuichi gives him every time makes his day. They grow closer, and closer, and by the time the other boy is released from the hospital, they’ve become best friends. 

On the last day of Shuichi staying in the hospital, he hands Shuichi the usual coffee, and Shuichi’s smile sends butterflies into his stomach and a blush to his cheeks. Shuichi grabs his hand as he says thank you, and the other boy’s hand is so cold and small, but Rantaro feels as though everything is right in the world, and for the first time ever since his sisters went missing he feels genuinely happy.

When Shuichi’s released, he takes him to the coffee shop in person, and Shuichi’s curious eyes eagerly explore every detail of the warm cozy building. The series of actions lights up his world, and Rantaro smiles, and he doesn’t miss the grateful one on Shuichi’s face- sweet as the sugar he hates so much.

(it’s only when Rantaro is gone, and Kaede unknowingly passes him for the first time a black coffee without sugar from the same shop that she got for him on her way back from work, that Shuichi thinks back on all this, and cries.)

[dangaroombaimagines]

Hey could I have some cuddling hcs with Nagito?

Nagito my sweet boy getting cuddles? sign me up uwu . I’ve always liked the idea of everyone bombarding him with cuddles too, even though they might find him a little creepy, so I worked that in there. 

Nagito HC Cuddling

^ Not opposed by the idea of cuddles but who would want to cuddle with trash like him 

^ Perplexed by the idea that anyone would cuddle him willingly, Especially an Ultimate since they are far greater 

^ Will usually tense up and question it, but eventually accepts it after a while 

^ Never initiates the cuddles. Because of his lowley status, and to start cuddling with someone Like an Ultimate wasn’t something trash was supposed to do. 

^ He enjoys cuddles, however he may protest, as they make him feel loved and warm, despite him knowing they don’t really mean it. 

^ Once during a class dinner, Chiaki and Sonia bring up cuddling and ask if he’s been cuddled before 

^ “Oh no, I wouldn’t blame anyone either. Trash like me doesn’t deserve cuddles" 

^ ”…Nagito do you want a cuddle?“ 

^ “You? An Ultimate? Wanting to cuddle with trash like me? Oh no that’s not acceptable - your hope is great, I can feel it radiating from you, but alas, it’s not for me" 

^ Sonia and Chiaki make it their mission to give the boy cuddles 

^ The girls manage to convince Akane, Ibuki, Mikan, and Kazuichi (the one time that having a semi stalker is good for) to join them in their “Cuddle ambush" 

^ Despite the group thinking that Nagito is pretty creepy, they went along with it 

^ First, Ibuki and Mikan managed to ambush Nagito in a closet, although they never found out *why* he was in the closet 

^ He was very confused on what they were doing and why they were hugging him weirdly 

^ “Its a cuddle Silly! And Ibuki cuddles are GREAT for the soul!“ 

^ “A cuddle? Oh but you cannot waste such hope on someone as lowly as I am" 

^ Ibuki convinced Mikan to duct tape his mouth, he didn’t complain for the rest of the time he was cuddled 

^ Akane cornered him in the kitchen. They ended up cuddling under a counter. 

^ He still protested and belittled himself, but it wasn’t much since Akane kept interrupting him 

^ “Someone as hopeful as you shouldn’t be-“ 

^ "You ever have coconut cream pie? Ooh I wanna have some later now" 

^ Kazuichi basically just watched 

^ "Lets not and just say we did" 

^ At some point Peko convinces Fuyuhiko to join the cuddle ambush but he barely even touched Nagito before noping out 

^ "If you mention this to anyone I will fucking kill you" 

^ "If you want to kill me I won’t stop you, if hope demands it, I’ll accept it" 

^ ”…What the fuck" 

^ Mahiru was roped into it by losing a bet with Hioyko. 

^ The cuddle was timid but Nagito still felt happy afterward 

^ Nekomaru found out about it through Ibuki, and almost crushed Nagito’s wind pipes 

^ Sonia mentioned it to Gundham. He unleashed the animals on Nagito 

^ A snake almost strangled him

^ Pretty sure he almost lost a finger too. 

^ Began preaching about how he deserved to be categorized with the animals afterward though 

^ Was almost certain that it was more like the animals were trying to kill him than cuddle him. But he was fine with it either way 

^ Sonia and Chiaki basically caught him offguard in the garden and kidnapped him 

^ Read: they cuddled in a bush 

^ The two girls never have him a chance to protest or belittle himself however because they kept going off on random tangents 

^ Sadly the bush they were in was poison ivy 

^ Why did the school had a poison Ivy bush? 

^ Nagito found some yen stuck in a branch of the bush though 

^ And as for you, you didn’t even hear about the pla

^ You just saw everyone cuddling him at random times and had to join in on the fun

^ And so, while the two of you were working on a project at your houses, you suddenly wrapped your arms around him

^ For some reason, unlike the others, this made a scarlet blush rush to his cheeks

^ “Y/N? Are you cuddling with me too?”

^ “Of course I am! I would never miss out on such an opportunity”

^ He silenty accepted this one, and even began to cuddle back a little bit

^ He still isn’t used to it if his ‘friends ’ randomly attack him now 

^ But at least he doesn’t protest anymore

[pretty-idol-hell]

PriPara Idol Watch Guide/Review!

Okay, I am finally ready to talk about the Idol Watch! There are still a number of things I have not figured out yet, but oh well. I can always update this post. And maybe you guys could share what you have found out as well!

I can’t help comparing it to the Rosette Pact a lot because it’s basically a lot like the Rosette Pact, but improved in almost every way!

Design 

I’m going to start with the design. There are two different versions: Laala’s purple and Yui’s is light blue. As you can see I have Yui’s. It’s rounder and chunkier than the Rosette Pact, but it can stand upright on its own which is neat. To open it you need to press down on the top dial like a real pocket watch. 

The biggest change in design is the addition of the Jewel input on the back. Interestingly, the slot is a slightly different shape than the actual Jewels? (See the bow shape at the top.) I am wondering if this is because the shape of the Jewels was changed in development, or if we will someday get some special-shaped Jewels?

While it looks really cute, I do think the design has a few drawbacks. The wings feel kinda flimsy and I’d worry about them getting broken off if they got caught on something. Same with the hook at the dial on the top. (I think it would snap if you actually hung it on a chain.) Also it’s kind awkward-looking when there’s no Jewel in it but eh, can’t fix that. I was worried about the Jewels falling out at first but they seem to stick in there pretty well. 

As for gameplay, there are two different modes: Jewel Change Mode and Mascot Play mode.  I am going to start with Jewel Change Mode since it’s simpler. 

PriPara (Jewel) Change Mode

To enter Jewel Change Mode you have to turn the switch at the bottom to the left.

Put a Jewel in the back and press, then close the cover (or press down while the cover is already closed). Open it up again and the Idol Time Countdown will start! 

After the countdown finishes you’ll see dialogue with an idol character and maybe hear a voice clip. The idol character you see seems to depend on the type of Jewel you use. For example if you put in a pink (lovely) Laala Jewel you won’t necessarily see Laala. You could also see Falulu, Mikan, or Yui. The WITH boys are included as well, but they are not voiced. (I am not sure if there is any correlation between which type of Jewel and when they appear. If anybody has noticed a correlation let me know!)

The more Jewels you scan (I am guessing it needs to be unique Jewels but I am not sure) the more coords you unlock. Scanning all my Jewels I have only unlocked 2 out of the possible 5 so far. They are all color variations of the same Clock Garden coord. 

You can access the QR codes for the coords in the Mascot Play mode.

Mascot Play Mode

So at the beginning of the game you get to choose between three eggs. Obviously the pink one is Punicorn, the blue one is Chupe, and the purple one is Pitsuji. (Supposedly there is a secret one too, but…) 

They don’t talk, they just chirp when you feed them and stuff. The only real difference between the mascots I can see is what they look like and what the room design is. (The room design cannot be changed like in the Rosette Pact.) 

But while you cannot decorate the room, you can decorate the mascot!

So, there are a lot of things you can do in this mode. I will go through the menu one by one…

Fashion Items: As mentioned you can decorate your mascot using hats, accessories, and things to hold! The items are obtained randomly through gift events and sometimes after playing games. I was thinking the mascot accessories may determine the idol friend tickets you get, but the instructions seem to suggest this helps to raise the time gage quicker. 

Mail Box: In addition to receiving gifts randomly, you can actually receive anime character email. These are saved in your mail box! (Unlike the phone calls in the Rosette Pact which disappeared. Also the idols are talking to YOU, not the mascot/Jululu haha.)

 You can favorite the emails (press the circle button twice to add a heart) so they don’t disappear automatically when your mail box is full. 

Time Gage: This feature is the most difficult to explain. 

Basically it’s split into tri-sections beginning with the pink stars. Each one represents a different day, and within that day there are three more sections. Whenever a new 24 hours starts a tri-section turns blue, and whenever you play with your mascot a lot (by feeding them, playing games, and dressing them up) it turns pink. So basically the goal would be to turn it all pink?  (Although I am not sure if anything actually happens when you do.)

Then finally after your 3 days is up an idol character will come to pick up the mascot, bring them back to PriPara, and leave you their arcade game friend ticket. 

Food: Next is the food list for feeding your mascot. The first three items (rice ball, pizza, curry) are unlimited, but the rest of the food items are limited by number (you have to continuously obtain through games and events). Most of them are references to anime characters like Michiru’s ramen, Mikan’s nikuman, Reona’s soba noodles, Hibiki’s celeb tea.

From what I can see (unlike the standard Tamagotchi) there is no hunger gage and you can more or less feed your mascot an unlimited amount of food? But I don’t think you can raise the time gage on feeding alone. 

Ticket File: This is where your arcade game tickets are stored. As I explained before, coord tickets are obtained by scanning Jewels and anime character friend tickets are obtained by raising mascots. The only thing particularly special about the anime character friend tickets is that they are often in coords they would not normally wear. I am not sure if you can influence which idol/coord you end up with. 

And finally there are three games….

Jewel Matching: Just match the same colored jewels before the time runs out. 

Look Here: Guess which direction your mascot will look! Unlike the classic Tamagotchi version of this game though, you can cheat because there is a 1-2 second buffer to press the button after they have already turned.  

Obstacle Course: Guide your mascot to fly high or low to avoid obstacles and collect food. The obstacles are baseballs and birds and the rest are food items. The great thing about this game is it’s the only one which guarantees items every time. 

And finally the last icon is Settings for changing user info, sound, and clock screen design. That’s right, there are actually volume settings this time! The lowest one isn’t so bad for using in public.

Overall, I am very happy with this toy! The cell-phone/virtual pet type PriPara toys keep getting better and better. While I liked the original Rosette Pact, there were only two games and no feeding so you spent most of your time just kind of waiting for events to happen. The Idol Watch seems to have less events at random times of day but I am OK with that because there is a lot more to do! (Jululu used to wake me up at the crack of dawn every morning I forgot to turn the sound off but not Chupe lol.) Although I wish you could customize the room design too, choosing and customizing your mascot is more fun. I think maybe you need to have a decent amount of Jewels to enjoy it fully, but still it’s plenty fun on its own without the arcade game. I recommend buying it if you are interested!