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Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru Chapter 9 - To Beyond (Part 2)

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There was a huge upheaval in the Leg 2 of Flowers.

Rikudou and Bousou were in the lead. Those two schools were being furiously pursued by Manaka University, which relayed their sash in ninth place at the Tsurumi relay station. Yokohama University, which had been in second place at Tsurumi, had dropped significantly in the rankings in the opposite direction.

The lead group, which had become a three-way struggle, was in a dead heat clash of willpower and spirit. But even in the lower-ranked group, there were developments one couldn’t take their eyes off.

Jounan Bunka University, which had been in eighteenth place at the Tsurumi relay station, was running at a pace that was close to the leg record. Naturally, the schools running in front of and behind Jounan Bunka were also maintaining a high pace in order to not be overtaken or lag behind.

Musa, who had left Tsurumi at the tail end of the race, was hot on the heels of Doujidou and Jounan Bunka and on the verge of running side-by-side with them. A student staff member was standing on the roadside, holding up a placard that read “one kilometer.” Musa checked his watch; he had completed the first kilometer in two minutes and forty-eight seconds.

It would be impossible to run the entire twenty-three kilometer leg at this pace. It was obvious that the second half would be difficult, but there was no way he could improve his ranking if he faltered here. Musa overtook Teitou University and was a little behind Doujidou and Jounan Bunka. The gap between Musa and Teitou, which had been seventy meters at Tsurumi, was reduced in an instant.

The roadside was crowded with people. So this is what “a mountain of people” is, Musa thought. People holding the small flags distributed by the co-sponsoring newspapers lined the sidewalks in every direction. Everyone had cheerful expressions on their faces as they cheered on the runners who passed by in a flash. The excitement of the qualifiers and the Ageo City Half Marathon were incomparable to this.

This was the Hakone Ekiden. Furthermore, he was running in the ace’s leg.

Musa was happy. He wasn’t born in this country, and there were people who didn’t welcome him. He knew that. But, at this moment, what a free and equal place I am in! I'm sharing the same time and space as the runners running alongside me and the leaders so far ahead I cannot even see them.

They had been practicing and practicing, transforming their bodies into bodies for running, and now they felt the same wind on their skins.

What Fujioka had said was correct—as a foreign student in the Faculty of Science and Engineering, he would never have been able to experience such excitement and unity. Only those who had faced running in earnest could feel the buzz of boiling blood.

The cheers became noticeably louder, and Musa finally realized that he had passed in front of Yokohama Station. It was the 8.3 kilometer point. When had he run this far? The elevated tracks of the Third Keihin Line curved away to his right overhead. Pale sunlight descended from the cleared sky. Musa continued to run with Jounan Bunka and Doujidou on the road surface that was beginning to dry.

As Musa got into the rhythm of the race, both the fact that the landlord had told him “slow your pace” at the five kilometer point and that the tough spot of the second leg—Gontazaka—was ahead of him completely slipped from his mind.

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“He’s going too fast.”

Kiyose pulled the radio earphones out of his ears and called the landlord.

“Yes, this is the coach car.”

“Did you make sure to tell Musa at five kilometers?”

“Don’t sound so scary, Haiji. I told him, I told him. But he didn’t listen, so what can I do?”

“At the ten-kilometer mark, call out to him to hold himself back again.”

After hanging up the phone, Kiyose rested his head against the hard back of his seat. He furrowed his brow, closed his eyes tightly, and sighed.

“He's been completely swallowed up by the atmosphere.”

Kakeru put his hand on the back of the seat and stooped a little to take in the scenery passing by outside the window.

“It’s a good thing there’s no wind today. I still can’t see the sea.”

He saw Kiyose open his eyes and look up at him as though to say, “What are you being so carefree about?”

“I’m sure Musa-san will notice before it’s too late. Let’s believe in him,” Kakeru said, still looking out the window. Kiyose put an earphone into his ear again.

“We can only hope so,” he muttered.

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Of the ten legs of the Hakone Ekiden, the second leg, which ran from Tsurumi to Totsuka, was the longest at twenty-three kilometers.

Moreover, after fourteen kilometers, there was a 1.5 kilometer uphill slope, Gontazaka, ahead. There were small ups and downs even after overcoming the slope, and in the last three kilometers after the twenty-kilometer mark, there was another uphill.

With a distance of twenty-three kilometers and plenty of ups and downs towards the end, the course was both difficult and flashy enough to be described as the “leg of flowers.” In addition to overall running ability, runners were required to have strong mental strength and persistence to overcome pressure and pain, and they also needed to have a clever mind to read the race development and the dexterity to change their running style according to the ups and downs of the course.

Musa ran in a steady rhythm on the relatively flat road to Yokohama Station. He charged onto Gontazaka with that momentum and four seconds into the ascent, he realized, “Oh, it’s Gontazaka.” His legs no longer moved forward, as though weights had been attached to them.

The gap between him and the Jounan Bunka and Doujidou runners, who he had been running alongside, was getting wider and wider. Musa rushed to keep up with them, but realized it was impossible.

What was I doing? Musa finally became aware of the cold wind hitting his face. The tight-fitting arm covers had absorbed his sweat and were now damp.

It seems like the blood was rushing to my head. Musa’s surroundings flowed into his eyes and ears, like the wind blowing through a room and shaking the curtains through an open window. Small stores lined up one after another along Route 1; loud cheers from the spectators forming an uninterrupted wall; it was a peaceful New Year’s scene in the suburbs.

Didn’t I watch the TV with Kakeru at the Tsurumi relay station? Eleven of the runners in the second leg have a time of about twenty-eight minutes for ten-thousand meters, and the same goes for Jounan Bunka and Doujidou. Even if I tried to keep up with those two outright, I would only destroy myself.

What’s the fun in a competition where it’s easy to guess the outcome based on the athletes’ times, the twins had said. But that’s not true, Musa thought. Even if the difference in ability can be easily clarified by the simple numerical value of time, this isn’t a track event; it’s an ekiden. I’m running now because I was handed the sash and I need to pass it off to the next person. It’s not like the ten-thousand meter where we all start running on a flat track—this undulating twenty-three kilometers is only a tenth of the distance from Tokyo to Hakone. It’s only a small part of the huge race that’s put together by ten people.

The second leg is just the prologue, something from which one can derive the unknown development of the race in the future. I should not be overwhelmed, but rather run in a way that’s appropriate for the prologue; in other words, I should run calmly and steadily to improve our ranking as much as possible. Even if I cannot match their speed, I should read the race carefully and look for an opportunity.

First of all, let’s get some water at the fifteen-kilometer point, Musa thought. He had expected it to be chilly, but he had been running at a fast pace and sweating quite a bit. And then…that’s right. Musa remembered the warning Kiyose had given him.

“On the descent of Gontazaka, be careful. On the way up, if you’ve been running well up to that point, you should be able to keep the rhythm going, but that doesn’t mean you should rush down the slope, because you’ll definitely fall down. On the descent, you need to hold back a little to conserve your stamina. The real battleground of the second leg is the uphill slope in the last three kilometers. Control yourself and keep chasing until that point.”

Understood, Haiji-san. Musa nodded to himself and silently ascended Gontazaka. The highest point of Gontazaka was fifty-six meters above sea level. In front of Yokohama Station, it was 2.5 meters, so they would have to run up more than fifty meters in one go.

Just before the highest point was the fifteen-kilometer mark. A member of the short-distance team, wearing a Kansei jersey and a water supply bib, held out a drink bottle provided by the tournament to Musa.

“You’re in eighteenth right now. There are seven people huddled together in front of you. You can make it.”

In the short time they were running together, he was able to convey the information quickly and efficiently. Musa nodded and slowly rehydrated himself, holding the water in his mouth. He drank just enough to keep his stomach from getting too heavy and then tossed the bottle to the side of the road.

He was in eighteenth, which meant that he had already passed another team besides Teitou while he had lost himself in running. The water supplier said there were seven people in a huddle, but two of them were probably Jounan Bunka and Doujidou—those two would probably go further ahead. He wondered which teams the other five were from.

Taking advantage of the gentle descent of Gontazaka, Musa looked ahead. A broadcast van was following the Doujidou runner, who was spurting ahead, in order to capture him on camera. The coach cars for each school were also hurrying ahead to give instructions at the fifteen-kilometer mark. The cars were in the way, so he couldn’t get a good look, but it seemed that several people were competing with each other.

Musa moved a little closer to the center line and took an angle. From the other side of the cars, he could see the green and white vertically-striped uniform of Eurasia University.

Eurasia? I believe they left the Tsurumi relay station in fourth place.

It was only then that Musa realized that there had been a major upheaval in the rankings.

The fact that Eurasia's runner was so far back was a sign that he wasn’t in a comfortable position. Maybe he was sick, maybe he wasn’t feeling well, or maybe he couldn’t get into a rhythm.

The broadcast van was getting further and further away; Doujidou and Jounan Bunka must have broken away from the group. Musa decided that it was possible to catch up with the remaining five. It was possible to overtake them. Let’s not rush and close the distance little by little.

From the coach’s car behind him, he could hear the hoarse voice of the landlord.

“Musa! I hope you’re not snorting and shrivelling up your balls like an excited racehorse!”

The voice over the speaker stopped for a while—it seemed that he had been given a warning by the watchman in the car. With a cough, the landlord spoke again.

“You remember what Haiji warned you about, Musa-kun! If you do, do three somersaults on the spot!”

How is such a haphazard person our coach? Musa laughed. He felt his shoulders relax as he laughed, and his brain became calmer and clearer.

Musa lightly raised his right hand and sent an OK sign to the coach car.

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At the Totsuka relay station, Jouta and King were sitting on a plastic sheet, talking as they watched a portable TV.

“They barely show the lower ranked teams. I wonder if Musa’s doing okay.”

“It can’t be helped, there’s so much competition at the top.”

On the screen, Manaka University was finally starting to gain a wide lead on Rikudou and Bousou.

“But I’m sure Musa-san will be fine.”

Just then, the rankings at the fifteen-kilometer mark appeared on the screen; Kansei was in eighteenth place. Excluding the selection team, they were in seventeenth place. The camera switched to show the offense and defense of the lower teams. Musa was rapidly approaching the five runners ahead of him.

“There he goes!”

“Yes!”

Jouta and King happily shook hands.

“There’s no time to sit around, Jouta. Musa might be here pretty soon.”

“I think I should sit still before I run.” Jouta, who had finished his jog a long time ago, was doing stretches as he sat. “Anyways, King-senpai, how’s your job hunt going?”

“Why are you asking about that now?”

“If we don’t talk about something else, I’ll get nervous.”

“You know I get sweaty when it comes to this topic.” King got sulky, but his mission now was to keep Jouta’s mind at peace before he ran the third leg. He reluctantly answered, “I’m not doing anything. I don’t have time to look for a job with this life.”

“Huh, so what are you gonna do? You’re gonna be a jobless graduate?”

“I guess I have no choice but to stay another year.” King hugged his knees, sighed, and looked up at the sky. The blue winter sky was covered with thin white clouds. “I wonder if my parents will forgive me.”

His sighs spilled out and drifted slightly, melting into the air with the same texture as the clouds.

“Stay a year, stay a year.” Jouta sat grasping his knees as he rocked his upper body back and forth with his bottom as the fulcrum. “Then, let’s go to Hakone again next year.”

“Idiot, the year just started and you’re already talking about next year. I’m not doing it. I won’t be able to go look for a job again,” King dismissed Jouta’s suggestion at high speed and then suddenly shut his mouth. “…Are you going to participate next year too?”

“I am.” Jouta stood. “Of course I’m going to participate.”

Jouta’s eyes had a seriousness in them that had never been there before. He’s motivated. Feeling Jouta’s fighting spirit right before his turn, King was also inspired.

“Alright.” King also sat up from the plastic sheet and stretched out his knees. “Let’s do some dashes one last time.”

Jouta and King began to run back and forth through the crowded Totsuka relay station.

Musa was running the last three kilometers of the hellish ascent with nothing but his willpower.

He had overtaken Eurasia before the slope. Running alongside him was Tokyo Gakuin University, Akebono University, Kita Kantou University, and the runner from the selection team. He couldn’t catch sight of the runners ahead of him; he couldn’t tell if the distance was great or if he just couldn’t see them because of the competition vehicles and terrain.

For now, he had his hands full just watching the movements of the four running with him. They couldn’t afford to fall behind here. If possible, they wanted to put on a spurt, pull ahead of this group, and hand over the sash to the runner of the third leg; Musa could feel everyone thinking the same thing and planning their moves.

No one wanted to come this far and be the first to drop out of the group.

His physical and mental strength were at their limits, but his tenacity was enough to keep him going without dropping his speed.

The Totsuka relay station was midway up the slope. Five hundred more meters. The view to the left was blocked by a soundproof wall, but the crowd on the sidewalks told him that the relay station was close. Musa saw that the selection team runner, who was right in front of him, was sweating more than he was. All the runners were breathing hard. Of course, Musa was too.

He had to go right now. Musa passed the selection team runner and got to the front of the group. It was his final spurt, which he put on with all his might.

As long as I can get this sash to Jouta at the Totsuka relay station. I don’t care if I collapse and can't get up; my time was far from the record for this leg, but I’m running with all my strength. I’ll show this running to everyone, without crashing in the last few hundred meters.

His chin was up and his form was unbecoming of a long-distance runner, but he couldn’t care about his appearance. He could see the relay station. He could see Jouta slowly raising his arm. Musa bent forward and dashed. He wasn’t sure when he took it off, but the fist he held out to Jouta had Kansei’s sash in it.

“That was an ace’s run.”

Jouta slapped Musa’s arm twice with the hand that had received the sash. Musa could hear Jouta’s light footsteps as he ran off coming directly from the asphalt he had fainted on.

The next thing Musa knew, he was lying on top of a plastic sheet in what appeared to be the parking lot of a ramen shop and a used car dealership. The whole place was filled with the buzz of the race officials, the runners who had finished running, and their attendants. It seemed that he had only lost consciousness for a short time.

“Are you awake?” King’s tearful face filled his vision. “You’ve done well, Musa.”

Musa received his explanation and then took stock of the situation: Musa had won the final battle and arrived at the Totsuka relay station in thirteenth place. He overtook seven teams and ran twenty-three kilometers in one hour ten minutes and fourteen seconds. That was the twelfth fastest time among the twenty runners of the second leg.

Even though they had moved up to thirteenth place, they were twenty-seven seconds behind Shinsei University in twelfth place and only had a six second difference with Tokyo Gakuin University in fourteenth place. It was still a tricky position to be in, but thanks to Musa’s tenacity, there was still hope for Kansei.

“Jouta was so enthusiastic seeing you run.” King rubbed his nose, which was red from being outside all day.

I’m glad. I was able to run well.

Musa’s lips trembled and he nodded silently. If he said anything, the tears would overflow, pouring out of him along with the words.

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After arriving at JR Odawara Station, Kakeru and Kiyose walked through the station to transfer to the Hakone Tozan Railway.

“I see, understood. Good work.” Kiyose finished his conversation with King and snapped his phone shut. “He said Musa woke up immediately. The two of them will be heading to a hotel in Fujisawa.”

“Is that so.”

Kakeru was relieved. He had been worried ever since seeing Musa collapse at the Totsuka relay station on TV. King had seemed shaken as well and hadn’t answered his phone for a while even when they called him. Finally, King had called to report that Musa was okay.

“Shouldn’t we have called Jouta before he ran?”

They bought their tickets and went through the ticket gate. Kiyose checked the electronic bulletin board for the departure time of the train; the Odakyu line, which would take them to Hakone-Yumoto, seemed to be arriving in about ten minutes.

“The twins will be fine even if we leave them alone. They’re the type who would call themselves if they’re anxious.”

He has a point, Kakeru thought. They walked down the stairs side by side. On the platform, there were a few people wearing their best clothes.

“Putting that aside, the real problem here is Shindou’s condition.”

Before the train arrived, Kiyose began dialling a number on his phone. “Is that Yuki-san?” Kakeru asked, and Kiyose nodded. Then it seemed that Yuki picked up.

“It’s me,” he said. Kakeru reached for Kiyose’s phone from the side and pressed the button to switch it to speaker phone, thinking it was probably fine since they were in the middle of a crowd. Kiyose's head was tilted and Kakeru grabbed hand, changing the way the phone was held so it was right before their eyes.

“How’s Shindou’s condition?”

“I don’t know,” Yuki’s voice answered. “I can’t see his complexion, and he absolutely refuses to let me take his temperature. I guess it’s not good.”

“What do you mean you can’t see his complexion?” Kiyose’s eyebrows raised. “I do hope you’re attending Shindou.”

Yuki was supposed to be at the Odawara relay station with Shindou, who was running the fifth leg. Kiyose felt frustrated that he couldn’t go check on him even though he was so close.

“Shindou is next to me,” Yuki said. “But he's covered everything below his nose with a towel and he’s wearing masks on top of that. He’s wearing two masks: one’s for colds and the other’s for pollen allergies. I can’t even see his face, much less his complexion. Can you breathe, Shindou?”

Shindou had apparently put himself in full quarantine in order to not infect the attending Yuki with his cold. They heard Yuki handing over the phone.

“Hello.”

It was Shindou’s voice. It was a mumbling, unintelligible voice, like a kidnapper demanding ransom.

“How high’s your fever?”

Kiyose had cut straight to the point, but Shindou only answered, “It's not at all. I’m at the normal temperature.

“Kakeru is there, right?”

“Yes,” Kakeru said and took a step towards the phone.

“If you can, I want you to buy a mask on the way. I’ll leave the ones I’m wearing to Yuki-senpai.”

“If you have a normal temperature, then there’s no need to be so cautious,” Kiyose said.

“How did Haiji-san hear me?” The shock could be heard in Shindou’s voice. It’s the speaker phone, Kakeru explained in his mind.

“Got it. I’ll buy one, so don’t worry,” he answered out loud.

“Shindou, drink as much water as you can,” Kiyose instructed. “Even if you wet yourself while running, it’s better than being dehydrated.”

“I don’t want either of those things,” Shindou laughed, and then the call went dead.

“That’s a pretty useful function,” Kiyose said, staring at his phone. Kakeru turned off the speaker phone.

“Didn’t you know about it?” he asked.

“I never even noticed.”

Then what did you think that button was for? Kakeru cocked his head in puzzlement as he ran to the store on the platform. The train to Hakone-Yumoto arrived right as he returned to Kiyose after buying the mask.

Kiyose got onto the train, looking down slightly.

“It’s hard not to say, ‘You don’t have to force yourself to run.’”

Kakeru tucked the mask into his pocket and silently followed Kiyose.

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merakiui · 4 years ago

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(I’m glad you like it! Hopefully this is what you had in mind with your request! I went for a “friends to lovers” vibe in a modern setting if that’s okay. Please enjoy and thank you for such a fun request!)

Courtesy Coffee (Sian)

You met under unpleasant circumstances. Sian was in a rush to get to his destination, and you were staring down at your phone with a cup of iced coffee in your other hand. Like that banal trope in shoujo manga, the two of you crashed into one another, and your drink spilled all over his outfit. As complete strangers, it was obvious that the one who was drenched would be incredibly frustrated. That was an exact observation, only Sian didn’t feel the need to use a filter that day.

“Are you kidding me? Watch where you’re going!” he had yelled, gripping his soaked shirt and glaring daggers at you. “How am I supposed to show up to work looking like this?!”

Anyone would feel frightened with his exasperated tone of voice and the intimidating aura that surrounded him, but you weren’t one to surrender immediately.

Straightening your shoulders, you met his heated stare. “I’m sorry. At least it wasn’t hot, right?” Hoping to dispel his anger, you smiled a little. “I can buy you a clean shirt if it’ll make you feel better.”

He puffed his cheeks out, suddenly bashful as he avoided your gaze. “It’s the least you could do! Seriously, this is the worst. I smell just like your stupid coffee.”

“Hey, don’t diss my iced coffee. It’s delicious and you know it.”

“If it’s so good, why is it all over me?” he snapped, crossing his arms. “This’ll stain, you know!”

“I offered to get you another shirt.”

“It’s not just on my shirt, you moron! I can’t face my colleagues like this. You have no idea what they’ll say.”

“Suck it up then!”

“No!”

You sighed heavily, gripping your empty coffee cup. “There’s no need to be difficult. Just let me get you a clean polo and slacks. Unless you’d rather parade around in wet, coffee-smelling attire. You’re making a scene with all of your yelling.”

“You were just yelling, too. Fine, whatever. I guess you can do that.”

Even as you spied his blush, you couldn’t ignore your thoughts. Is he seriously embarrassed by the fact that I’m getting him clothes? Anyone would do this to repay the damage.

“That’s all I needed to hear. Oh, and for the record you’re the one who should watch where you’re going.”

He didn’t take those words too well. Regardless, that was how you met the guy with a loud mouth and an even louder personality. You ran into him twice after that incident, and each time he seemed to stumble over himself. He tried to thank you for the clothes, but all he could manage was a huff and an angry comment about how the fabric was uncomfortable. Weeks later, that same boy just so happened to feel bad about starting a few shouting matches with you during those three times you interacted. He saw you in a café by chance and secretly covered your drink fee, making the barista promise not to reveal his identity. It was a sweet gesture, despite being anonymous and a bit of a shock on your end. You’d never experienced the magic that was receiving your drink for free, but it was great nonetheless.

You enter work that morning with a cheery disposition, passing by coworkers and even engaging in kind banter with those who aren’t the friendliest. You clock in and make your way towards the elevator while scrolling through an online article. Hearing a familiar ping, you glance up, urging whoever’s inside to hold the door. There are four other people crammed within the area, all of whom are silently waiting for the elevator to rise. You push the button for your floor and relax. Momentarily, you glance around the enclosed space to see if you can recognize anyone from your department. Your eyes sweep from one person to the next, and you spot polite Nine at the very back.

You’re compelled to greet him, but someone stands in your way. Someone who bears an uncanny resemblance to the guy who was showered in iced coffee two weeks ago. You gasp and turn away, hoping he won’t notice you.

No way! We work for the same company? What’re the odds? This must be a bad omen! I don’t want to start another fight with him, you think, having done your best to erase those memories.

The elevator pings, and you’re completely distracted. Though you don’t miss the hand that taps your shoulder. Your gaze follows his arm. It’s that guy again.

“Hey. This is your floor, isn’t it?”

The number doesn’t lie, but Sian’s memory might as he struggles to recall your familiar features. It clicks just as you bolt out of the elevator, the doors slipping shut and obscuring your backside for good. Sian blinks rapidly as his face heats up. That was...

Coffee idiot! he thinks. There’s no mistaking that stupid look on their face. He’s thrown into a bad mood at once, internally grumbling as he remembers that day. Even if he changed into new clothes, he still smelled of coffee. It was embarrassing, and his bothersome colleagues wouldn’t leave him alone. And now we work in the same building. Maybe I should just quit so I don’t have to face them.

"Can you believe it, Youssef?” you ask your deskmate, having ranted to him while typing up the progress of this week’s publication. At least that’s a monetary positive for the company. You can’t say the same for your mentality, though. “I do something nice in return and he yells at me. And then we meet again—twice—and he’s still rude.”

Youssef tilts his head, a childish gesture for someone his age. “Are you sure you’re not incorrectly reading his actions?”

“I’m positive. When have I ever been wrong?” You frown as your fingers slow their pace on the keyboard. “I just found out today that we work in the same building. This is totally unfair. Why do I have to bear the burden of knowing this information?”

“I’m sure he means well. What does he look like? I might know him.” You describe him to your helpful colleague, who nods and taps his chin in thought. His expression lights up with recognition. “If I remember correctly, his name is Sian, and he’s in the marketing department. We’ve only talked briefly, but I can assure you he’s quite diligent with his work.”

“Well, everyone’s got their own personality outside of their jobs.”

“I suppose, but it’s not polite to label someone based off of such little knowledge,” he advises lightly, turning his attention back to his computer screen. “Rather than using all of your energy painting a bad image of him, you should spend that time getting to know him. It’ll fix any negative impressions you may have.”

“Something tells me he wouldn’t like that...”

Since then, you haven’t run into Sian once. At first you made it your mission to keep an eye out for him, but now that you’ve been busy with this new project you can’t be bothered to let his image clutter your mind. So you brush him aside like a cobweb, certain you won’t bump into him again. Your floors are far enough apart, so it’s unlikely that that’ll happen. But you’re not always the luckiest, and fate tends to tease those who aren’t on good terms with one another.

You’re close to running late on a rainy day, having missed the train, so now you’re doing everything you can to catch a taxi. Cars speed by on the road, and you fail to flag down a vehicle. Dejected and soaked to the bone, you drag your feet along the slick sidewalk, wishing for your next paycheck so that you can put it towards a used car. Speaking of cars, one slides past you as it makes an effort to park along the walkway. In doing so, the tires kick up a huge puddle, effectively soaking your lower half. As if the day couldn’t have gotten any worse. The car almost moves out of the spot before it halts, and the window steadily rolls down to reveal the face of your greatest enemy.

Well, he’s not technically your greatest enemy, but it really feels like it in that moment.

“Do you need a ride?” As if correcting himself, he quickly adds, “I’m not doing this because it’s you! I’m just sympathizing.”

Does it matter? you wonder, bitter and cold and wet. Karma is so brutal.

“You’re Sian, right?” You approach his car, peering in at the flustered man. “From marketing.”

“Y-Yeah. So what?”

“I’m in publishing.” Awkwardly, you look up at the cloudy sky. “It’s really coming down. The forecast didn’t call for this much rain.”

“Are you getting in or not?”

“But you’re a stranger,” you jest, fixing him with a pout. “I don’t want scary Sian to kidnap me.”

He glowers at your joke. “I’m leaving now. I don’t have time for this.”

You hold back a chuckle, tearing open the door before he can drive off. “Wait! Sorry, I’ll get in. I can’t stand another minute in this rain.”

The window slides up, and he sets the car in motion after you’ve buckled up, easing back into the flow of traffic smoothly. Now that you’re sitting there with the AC blowing cool air at your face, you shudder. Oh, how wonderful it must feel to be in clothes that are warm and untouched by the rain. In his peripheral, Sian catches your shivering form, and he switches the AC from cold air to hot. You might not dry as quick as one would hope, but at least it’s something.

The silence is utterly tense. You almost expect him to bicker with you like he did in the past. Instead, he’s focused on the winding road ahead. Though you don’t miss the pink hue that tints his cheeks and gradually rises to his ears.

“So,” you say, if only to get a conversation going. “How’s work?”

“Fine, I guess. How did you know who I was?”

“My friend Youssef.”

“Oh.”

“You probably don’t know me. I’m (Name).”

“I already know.”

“Really? Stalker.”

“I’m not a stalker!” he exclaims, glaring hard at the windshield. “You’re kind of hard to miss.”

“What does that mean?”

“You’re always so loud at our company parties. How can anyone ignore that?” Sian then proceeds to bless your ears with a story from this year’s holiday party. A few departments got together and went out for drinks and karaoke. Naturally, you had a drinking contest with your colleagues, which led to a tipsy night of bad singing and stumbling from one bar to the next. You were surprised Sian remembered that, mainly because you couldn’t recall seeing him there. And it’s been months since that rowdy night. “Do you see my point?”

“Don’t remind me. That hangover hurt my soul.”

He quirks a smile at that. “It’s not flattering when you sing high notes in the wrong key.”

“Like you could do any better.”

“I can because I was sober.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You roll your eyes, gazing out at the scenery that passes by in a blur of dull colors. Without meaning to, you eye Sian’s reflection in the window, taking note of his side profile. He’s actually quite handsome when he’s calm and not acting so stubborn. “I guess we’re even now.”

“Even?”

“I spilled coffee on you, and you splashed me when your tires hit that puddle.”

“Am I supposed to buy you clothes now?”

“If you’re offering...”

“I wasn’t offering!”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got a spare uniform in my locker.”

I wasn’t worried to begin with, you coffee idiot, Sian thinks, gripping the steering wheel. He keeps track of your occasional trembling, and he can’t help but feel troubled. You’ll catch a cold if you don’t dry off soon. Suddenly, he regrets pulling up beside you and accidentally sending water flying in your direction. This time it was definitely his fault, wasn’t it? Sian wants to make it up to you, but it’s impossible. He’ll die of embarrassment before he succeeds in performing a good deed in front of you.

Truthfully, he’s always noticed you. The very first instance was last year at the company’s drinking party. You were glued to Youssef’s side, engaging in idle chatter with him and another guy he wasn’t too familiar with. At the time, Sian thought your behavior was obnoxious. No one wants their younger coworker clinging to them. It just made you look like an attention-seeking puppy. Although you were definitely upbeat at that party. He had watched you chug an entire pint of beer like it was nothing and then join in on a pointless game of Ten Fingers with enough energy to put a child to shame.

He thought you were annoying at first, and yet there was something captivating about your personality. He’d never had the guts to approach you outright, so when he ran into you that day all of his frustrations just spilled over. He was angry at himself for not having the courage to talk to you at every company party, and now that he had a chance he couldn’t think of what to say. He hadn’t mentally prepared anything! So he said the first thing that came to his mind, which passed through his unfiltered lips in a very abrupt manner.

But you didn’t show any fear. You hardly flinched. Instead you met his words with a few of your own, and that’s what ruffled Sian’s feathers. You were so good at communication, and he was very much unskilled, usually relying on phrases he prepared in his head. It’s not like he couldn’t talk. He could when he was interested in a certain subject or whenever he was reading from a page, but in front of someone he admired... Sian knew he’d make a fool of himself.

Now that you’re sitting in the passenger seat of his car, he has every opportunity to say what he wants. Yet the words scramble in his brain, and he can’t calm his racing heart. Before he can think of anything witty, the building comes into view, and the parking garage has never seemed so dismal. Sian’s kicking himself as he parks, disappointed with how he handled that situation.

“Thanks for this. I’ll go on ahead.” You unbuckle, holding your briefcase and squeezing water from your blazer. “I’m sorry if I got your seat wet.”

“It’s...fine.”

You’re going to walk away and then he’ll become the coffee idiot. He opens his mouth to say something that’ll stop you, but you turn around at the right moment.

“Let’s get coffee sometime in the future. You deserve it after all the trouble I gave you,” you propose, smiling earnestly. And I feel guilty for my initial judgement. Youssef was right.

Sian’s eyes widen, and he struggles to remain stoic. “Oh, uh...”

“That’s okay with you, right?”

“I guess. Whatever works for you.” He shrugs.

“Great!” You retrieve a pen from your case and close the distance between the two of you. Humming, you snatch his hand, spreading his fingers so that his palm is wide open. And then you scribble something on it, grinning in satisfaction. Sian stares at you the entire time, his face blank and head filled with static. “Text me the days you’re available. See you later!” You tuck the pen away, hastily dashing in the direction of the elevator.

Sian stands there for a moment, slack-jawed. He forces himself to look down at his hand. Your number is written on his skin in smudged ink. His face erupts in a flurry of red. That coffee idiot...

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“It’s not a date,” Sian mutters as he walks to the café. “It’s not. Stop thinking that way.”

But maybe it is a date, the voice in the back of his mind whispers, goading him into believing so. He dressed as casually as possible, but he still hopes it’ll impress you. There are plenty of fears that flood his head, and he almost turns around as soon as he gets to the entrance. But he’s come this far, and he’d regret it forever if he left now. This might be his only chance; he can’t afford to pass it up. So he pushes open the door in search of you. It doesn’t take long to locate your form amongst the few who are inside. Sian’s pulse rushes into overdrive, and he clenches his jaw.

It’s not a date. Act natural.

You look up from your phone just as he slides into the seat across from you. A warm smile blossoms across your face, and you tuck your mobile away. “Sian, you made it! I was worried you wouldn’t come.”

“It’d be rude if I didn’t show up after you made all those plans.”

“Yeah, that’s true. Well, thank you. Now I won’t have to feel bad about Monday morning.”

You had felt bad? Sian’s cheeks must be burning intensely bright now, but there’s nothing he can do. “It’s your fault for being an idiot.”

You chuckle. “That makes two of us. One idiot ignored the forecast, and the other wasn’t watching where he was going.”

“Whatever. Just so we’re clear, I’m not as stupid as you.” He crosses his arms and huffs. “And you don’t have any taste. I mean, iced coffee? Really?”

“It’s good!” you insist. “You’re missing out. Everyone knows iced coffee is better than hot coffee.”

“Is it now? I don’t agree with that statistic.”

“You’re allowed to have your own opinion, Mr. Sian,” you tease. “Give me your drink order. I’ll go get it.”

“What? No way. I’ll pay.”

“As if! I’m treating you.”

“You already bought me clothes.”

“And now I’m going to buy you coffee. It’s to say thanks for picking me up during that storm.”

“I would’ve left you on that sidewalk if I knew you were going to make it a hassle now!”

“Just accept my kindness!”

Sian shuts his mouth, giving into your demand. He grumbles his order, and you’re very happy as you make your way towards the register to get the two of you drinks and pastries. He watches as you pay, releasing a soft sigh. It’s hard to say no to someone you’ve admired for so long. Sian’s not sure when he started to like you, but he’s certain these recent interactions have only added fuel to the burning fire residing in his heart. It’s embarrassing to think he’s even on a romantic outing with you, but it’s not like the two of you are close friends. So then what does that make this?

When you return to the window table, setting down the drinks and a plate with two strawberry bread puddings, he’s shaken from his daydreams. This is actually happening. It’s not just another fantasy he’s imagined while witnessing you drink your sanity away at parties.

“I’m not sure if you like strawberries, but I—“

“I guess it’s okay,” he interrupts, trying to hide the fact that he actually likes it very much.

“Good!” You ease into your chair. “You’re not as bad as I thought you were.”

He raises an eyebrow as he takes a sip from his latte. “Huh.”

“You seemed really upset when I spilled my coffee on you. But anyone would be, so it’s completely understandable. I thought you hated me because of that. When we saw each other again, you were pretty sensitive.”

“I’m not sensitive!” he snaps, proving your point. “That was a white shirt you ruined.”

“Will you feel better if you dump coffee on me?”

“What? Why would I do that? I’m not going to do something as petty as that!”

“Aw, so you do care.”

“I don’t. Get lost.”

You break out into a laughing fit, genuinely amused at his coldness. Even if he doesn’t want to show it, he’s quite nice, and you’re relieved that he didn’t turn out to be a bully seeking revenge. Then again, it’s been weeks since that incident.

“It’s not funny!”

“Sorry, sorry. You’re just so expressive. It’s hard not to laugh.”

A furious red darkens his face, and he decides to fumble with his fork in order to give his hands something to do. The bread pudding is surprisingly delicious. He fumes in his embarrassment while he eats.

Eventually, the two of you converse about work and that project your department took on. Sian listens to your rambling as you go on and on about how irksome it is when last-minute changes are made to a finalized draft. He enjoys every story you tell him, and by the time the plate is empty he feels as if he’s grown closer with you. Could this be the beginning of a friendship? He’s hit with a sudden wave of inspiration for lyrics that will never be sung. At least they can fester on a page in his notebook, where he’ll return on countless occasions to proofread and debate over the meaning of each line. Oh, how he’d love to share his music with you. It’ll take a while before he does something as bold as that, though.

“I just got an idea! There’s this awesome bar thirty minutes from work. I usually go with my friends because they’ve got a bunch of games you can play. Board games, card games—you name it. We should go one of these days.”

“R-Really?”

“Yeah! You seem like a fun guy to hang out with. Card games might sound boring, but they’re actually really fun when you’re playing for money. And when you’ve got a few drinks in your system.”

Sian struggles to hide the giddy smile that threatens to split his lips. “No... It sounds perfect. I’m actually really good at Slapjack, so be prepared to lose miserably!”

“Is that a challenge? What should we wager?”

"How about a meal? Loser has to pay for the winner’s lunch.”

“All right. It’s a deal. I’ll keep you updated on my schedule so that we can choose a weekend to meet up.”

“Sure!” Sian’s face won’t stop heating up and he can’t slow his erratic heartbeat. “I mean, I’ll only do it so I can get a free lunch. It’s not like I’m agreeing for your sake.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever floats your boat.”

His chest feels airy and light, almost as if he’s in a dream. Your words weigh on his conflicted heart. How can anyone make plans so easily? If the roles were reversed, he’d be an absolute mess. It’d be so embarrassing; Sian would probably want to curl up and disappear if he ever tried to ask you out on his own volition. You probably don’t even feel the same way. After all, this is merely two coworkers having a normal conversation. But he can’t get stuck in the friend zone. That’d be the worst outcome to all of this. So in the meantime he’ll do his best to act cordial. He can hide his shy demeanor and fluffy feelings behind a blunt attitude.

“All of this planning makes it seem like we’re a couple,” you muse with flirtatious intent. Leaning back in your chair, you gauge Sian’s reaction. Just as you figured, he’s turning crimson. It’s honestly endearing to see him get so flustered. “What do you think, Sian?”

“I... I don’t know. Don’t say stupid things! It’s really annoying.”

No matter how sharp his words are, you know he doesn’t mean it. After all, his expression clearly refutes those claims.

“Sian and (Name), sitting in a tree—“

“Shut up!”

If this isn’t a date, then what’s with all the flirting?

Sian’s going to have to take a cold shower when he gets home to lower his body temperature. And to scrub away the embarrassment that’s washed over him like rain.

It’s not a date. It’s just coffee with an acquaintance. Yeah. Just courtesy coffee.

He couldn’t be any further from the truth.

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Lassiter downloads a dating app and Shawn decides to catfish him. What happens when the fake psychic gets too close and Lassiter catches onto his scheme?

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Lassiter stared emptily at his phone screen, wondering if he was making the right decision. He was never really the kind of man to put himself out there, not like this anyway. But honestly, he was getting incredibly lonely at this point of his life. Being the person that he was, he, of course, had his qualms about online dating. To put his photo out there, his name, his location...well, this was almost out of the question for him.

But, with some minor changes to his personal information, like his name, his location, and some artful photos that concealed his identity, he found himself completing a profile on an online dating site, a semi-popular phone-based dating app to be more specific.

To his surprise, he got a few messages when he opened the app up a few days later, checking it for the first time since creating his profile. A lot of the messages were simple one word greetings, some were weird, while others were just asking him semi-personal questions regarding his profile and his height, with questionable emojis tacked on to the end.

Was dating really this simple now?

“Hello.” He had messaged back a few people after extensively combing through their profiles. So far, so good. This wasn’t so bad! Maybe he should have done this sooner.

Unfortunately for him and his odd and demanding work hours, about four months after downloading his dating app Lassiter’s phone went completely dry.

Since downloading the app though, he’d gone on six separate in-person dates in total and out of those six dates, two of them had warranted second dates and he’d gotten two goodnight kisses from both of them. He’d eventually slept with one of them, but after that, he never heard from them again as they were only in town for business and traveled a lot.

In short, it had now been a month since Lassiter had last had a date and he’d only gotten a one night stand out of four months of effort.

Lassiter heard a familiar ring chime on his phone at a crime scene, one day. He pulled out his phone on instinct to check the dating app and potential new messages and…

Spencer!

Oh no, Shawn had caught him on the app, recognizing the sound of the ring too, somehow. Lassiter hadn’t realized what he had done in front of everyone until he saw Shawn’s head perk up in his peripheral vision...

They made eye contact.

Lassiter could have sworn Shawn gave him a head nod of acknowledgment before he managed to fumble his phone back into his pocket. How embarrassing! At least Spencer had the decency not to say anything out loud, for once. But the man knew. He definitely knew what that app was and he knew that he was desperate and lonely enough to make a profile on it! God! This was not good.

Hopefully that was the end of that!

“Yo, dude,” Shawn whispered at the crime scene to his best friend in the world, Burton Guster. “Check it out! Lassiter’s using a dating app!”

“What? For real!?” Gus asked.

“Yeah,” Shawn whispered back. “Just saw him on it right now!” The knowledge made him feel like a giggling school-boy finding out the Chemistry teacher was dating the English teacher.

“Wonder if that app thing is working for him?” Gus smiled, amusedly, touching his thumb to his nose.

“Working for him? A man like Lassie on a dating app...” Shawn mused. “Yeah, I mean, he’s a pretty good-looking man. Bet it sure is.”

“But his personality-” Gus interrupted.

“Ehhh. You’re right, but it's not that bad once you kinda get to know him,” Shawn vocalized.

“No. It is.You’re just saying that because you like him.”

“First of all, Gus, I didn’t say anything like that. I simply made a questioning sound with my throat, indicating my wavering thought. Second of all, the man had a wife for God’s sake. Someone out there liked him enough to not only date but marry him. He can’t be that bad.”

“Well, ‘first of all,’ Shawn, yes, the noise that you made with your throat meant that you do like him and you were disagreeing with my statement because you feel the opposite of what I said. That was a positive sound, Shawn. And ‘second of all,’ he got divorced and hasn’t had a steady date since.”

“That’s because if he dated me, he’d never want to date again!”

“So why don’t you try now? He’s clearly looking for somebody.”

“Eh,” Shawn said in a saddened tone.

“What?”

“I’ve already asked him out before and he shot me down. Didn’t take me seriously.”

“It’s because of the ways you've asked him,” Gus said blatantly. “You gotta ask him for real!”

“Like...for real, for real?” Shawn squeaked.

“Yeah,” Gus answered. “That’s generally how these things work, Shawn!”

“What are you two talking about,” came Vick’s voice. The case that they were called on was pretty important, it seemed. There was no time to talk about Lassiter and his dating app habits. Both Shawn and Gus turned towards one another and shrugged.

“Just talking about the case, Chief.”

“Get to it then, boys.”

“Yes, Chief!”

Later that day, when Shawn got back to his place, he plugged in his phone in the charger next to his bed and closed his eyes. His fantastic memory allowed him to recall the exact details of what he had seen on Lassiter’s cell phone screen. He really hadn’t tried to remember those details, they just came into his mind as he was falling asleep. Shawn groaned and flipped onto his side. Sleep was now out of the question now; he was curious and intrigued.

Shawn perfectly remembered Lassiter’s online dating profile. Age, height, and location were all a bit off from the truth, but that was to be expected. Pretty interesting. Before he knew it, the dating app Lassiter had used was now downloaded on Shawn’s phone. Shawn wanted to snoop...he really really wanted to. For the time being, he set the app aside and cycled through his normal apps to keep his mind occupied. There was no wrong-doing in downloading an app. Shawn quit before he was further tempted and turned on the T.V and decided watching re-runs of Friends was a better use of his time than holding temptation in his hands.

After a long week at work, Lassiter walked into his home and took a hot shower, then laid down in his bed, relaxing for the first time all day. It was now when he finally allowed himself to look at his notifications on his phone. There were a few emails, a few software updates, and a few notifications from apps.

It had now been a few days since Lassiter had opened his app at the scene of a crime in front of Shawn. About seven messages had built up on his dating profile and he hadn’t checked due to the case he had been working on. It had consumed him. Some of the profiles that he had messaged him looked promising. Just as he was about to log-off the app, he got a new message from an attractive-looking woman: Esther.

Esther: Hey there. I see you're online rn too. Did you just get off work? :)

Her profile checked out and she seemed nice. She was older than most of the women who messaged him: around his own age, in fact. She wore a pant-suit in one of her profile photos and a nice smile. She must have just gotten off work like he had. He messaged her back.

Lassiter: Yes. Got off 2 hours ago. What about you?

Esther: I got off about an hour ago. Today was a long day.

Lassiter decided to thumb through Esther’s profile more extensively now. His consensus was that she was a rather interesting woman and it seemed that he may have seen her somewhere before but he couldn’t quite place it. It seemed that she worked for a company as an executive. She was 4 years younger than him. They had quite a few things in common and she seemed rather okay at face value. This was somebody he’d like to get to know better. He decided to talk to her more to see if there was a potential good match in the making.

Sometime after Shawn had downloaded the app, and made a profile. He really hadn’t wanted to, but he did. His curiosity got the best of him. He created a fake profile in the name of Esther to browse and look for Lassiter in the app. He used photos from an old girlfriend of his who he was still friendly with after he explained that it was for a case. Surprisingly, she had given him permission to use her pictures. Lying already. Yes, this was getting off to a great start.

After setting up the profile, he had to actively look through hundreds of profiles for Lassiter which made him feel really, really creepy. So he stopped and put his phone away.

Esther was a nice woman, she really was, and he really liked her but his cop instincts were kicking in. Something seemed off. She just...seemed too perfect and a little too tailored to him and his tastes, so to speak. She absolutely couldn’t be real. He wished it wasn’t that way, but he was almost certain he was being played.

He wasn’t being paranoid, it was actually far from it. There were subtle, subtle hints that “Esther” knew he was. The person was careful, but they were also too proud and self confident. It was only two little details that they slipped up on: that’s it. They commented about his phone being in the drawer on his work desk. He locked it away there on occasion.

Lassiter: Sorry I was busy. At work atm.

Esther: Forgot your phone in your desk?

Keyword IN. On the desk would have been more normal, not a lot of people had a drawer to put their phone in.

That was the huge red flag. The other red flag and what seemed strange was that on two occasions he saw Shawn on his phone at the same time he was receiving messages from Esther. He was across the station but he swore he heard the ding from the dating app on one occasion. Shawn cursed when he received a pretty bold response and then they caught eyes in a half glare from across the way. On another day, Esther knew the color of his shoes he was currently wearing, all of which was very peculiar.

Three days passed and Shawn had since then he had begun thumbing through profiles and finally stumbled upon Lassiter’s. He knew it was his by the icon he saw for a split second on the detective's phone.

He didn’t know what compelled him but he happened to open the app once more late at night and found himself looking at Lassiter’s profile after mindlessly flipping through the app again. There was little green light indicating that Lassiter was online was on the corner of the profile. Now was his chance. Gus was talking to a woman at the bar they were at and he felt lonely. Now was his opportunity. It was only going to be one quick message. Lassiter probably wouldn’t reply anyway. Besides, he was bored. He didn’t expect a reply, anyway.

About two minutes later he got a reply. Huh. That wasn’t what he was expecting. They ended up talking all night.

Yes. Esther was most definitely fake. To make matters worse, Lassiter was 95% sure that Shawn was the man behind Esther. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. The conversations had already gotten deep and real and involved: all the things that normally didn’t happen when he talked to someone online. He’d admitted to things to Esther and “Esther” confessed some things to him as well and some of those things didn't exactly fit her backstory but could easily fit Shawn Spencer’s...

Talking to Lassiter had become a bit of a habit for a whole week. They had just started talking about meeting up in real life now, which was obviously a problem. There were always vague excuses on his end and sometimes even on Lassiter’s due to business and scheduling conflicts, which was strange. It was probably subconscious. Shawn was about ready to end this whole charade once and for all, but sometimes it seemed that Lassiter just liked talking to him as “Esther”, so much so that he didn’t want to stop. They were getting along and the companionship was great.

Shawn was really questioning why he was still doing this though. Sometimes when he replied back pretending to be someone else he just felt plain nasty and dirty: like the liar that he was. What exactly was he gaining from keeping this up? He could stop anytime he wanted. He should stop. Why were they still talking? He had investigated him enough. What else was the point of continuing these conversations? Well, it’s not like he had anything better to do, anyway, right? And, besides, talking to Lassiter was nice.

Early on into his “investigation” he had already gotten one of the main answers from Lasstier that he was seeking.

Esther: Hey, on the little quiz match thing that we can take on here, it says you’re both interested in women and men?

Shawn really, really had always been curious if he even had a chance with Lassiter and this was the answer he had been waiting for. Hopefully Lassiter wasn’t so computer inept that he had chosen “looking men and women”on accident. His heart raced as he saw Lassiter typing.

It took him awhile to respond, but when he did, Lassiter replied:

Is that going to be a problem for you?

“Not at all,” he typed back. I’m actually bi as well.

I’m pan, but ok.

Shawn’s heart beat quickly in his chest. What. What the hell was happening here? He heard from Lassie’s mouth itself that there might be a chance for them to be together. Lassie was pansexual? Oh my God! He, for years, had been hoping with all his might that Lassiter wasn’t straight. He wasn’t! Oh my God, he wasn’t!? He suspected as much but he’s never really seen Lassiter interested in people other than the few women he chased after on a few occasions. I haven’t dated too many women tho, you know... he said, as Esther.

That’s fine.

Shawn wanted to know more about his dating history but Lassiter wasn’t budging. He could feel him shrinking back a little, so he stopped.

Yes, “Esther” was most definitely Shawn Spencer. For a day or two, he was actually very very convinced somebody was stalking or after him. He realized “Esther” had to be someone within the department who had close access to him on the daily. Lassiter regularly checked the SBPD as well as his desk for bugs, but he checked again. No dice. He then reviewed security cameras in the office. There was only one recurring common threat to him: Shawn.

To finally confirm his seemingly impossible theory, he kept on messaging Shawn while they were in the same room together. Shawn kept on checking his phone. He eventually stopped when Lassiter got too bold but thanks to the use of the office security cameras, when he was in a different room Lassiter messaged him again and watched Shawn pull out his phone and open a familiar looking app. Even with the pixels barely visible, he knew all evidence pointed to Shawn.

What the Hell.

What was he playing at? Lassiter felt sick to his stomach and betrayed. He didn’t know what the hell to do about this or how to confront Shawn directly.

For three days he ignored Esther. On the fourth day, he launched his attack plan while Shawn was sitting with O’Hara on a lunch break. Shawn, Guster, O’Hara, and himself, were all at a restaurant together and Lassiter had excused himself to the restroom as he walked away. He couldn’t wait to see Shawn’s reactions and see him get caught in the act:

Lassiter: Sorry it’s been awhile. It’s been busy at work

Esther: It’s okay. I’ve been busy as well. How are you?

Lassiter: Good. Hey I was wondering. I’m free tomorrow. Can we meet up soon?

It took “her” a while to respond and she said no. Across the room, Lassiter could see Shawn’s fingers typing away but couldn’t see any facial reaction from him.

Lassiter: Then when?

Esther: I don;t know.

Lassiter: That’s fine. Thank you for the chats, but I don’t think this is going to work out if we can’t meet. It was nice knowing you.

The 5% chance that this wasn’t Shawn, that was “Esther’s” last chance right there. He was done with this and this game and done with Shawn’s shenanigans. He was about to walk over to Shawn to expose him when his phone dinged on his way back to the table. He glanced at his phone before he approached the booth.

I’m busy tomorrow, but I’m free Sunday.

What? What the hell?! This wasn’t supposed to happen. Esther wasn’t real. How could Shawn be taking this so far? He had practically caught him red-handed! Perhaps even Shawn knew it. Maybe he was calling his bluff. He had to think quickly. He couldn’t let Shawn win! This was ridiculous!

Lassiter: Ok, let’s meet at the cafe by the movie theatre

Esther: Okay. What time is good for you? I’m free all day.

Lassiter: 5

Esther: 5pm at the cafe?

Lassiter: Yes

Esther: Okay that’s fine :)

Lassiter eyed Shawn with his steely gaze as he sat down in the booth. Shawn gave him a little smile as he continued typing at his keyboard, probably to nobody.

Oh, what had he gotten himself into?

Shit! Shit! Shit! Yeah. Shawn had just made a date with Lassiter and was pretty sure that he was onto him. What the hell was he going to do? The man was sitting across from him staring him down as he pretended to type on his phone to someone and was attempting not to scream. He had until Sunday to figure that out. For now, he had to focus on pretending that everything was okay at this lunch.

Sunday came and Lassiter didn’t even bother dressing up for his date. 5 o’clock was arriving quickly and he drove to the proposed meeting spot and sat at one of the outside tables as he sipped at a coffee, starting exactly at 5 pm. When he was done drinking, he was planning on leaving. He wondered what Shawn was going to do to get out of this one.

To his surprise, at 5:02, Esther, the girl from the profile picture, showed up to the cafe and Lassiter’s mouth gaped wide open.

Shawn’s ex, the one the one he had gotten the photos from, had agreed to go on a date with Lassiter as he contacted her again and asked for this “one last favor” She laughed as he explained the whole situation he was in and had always been a fun person to date and was fully on board, thinking that it would be fun. Shawn had confessed to his ex that he had a crush on Lassiter and she sympathized with him saying she’d do her best to let him down gently.

The coffee date had gone...well but she wasn’t who he had been expecting. He sincerely was expecting Shawn or even just nobody to show up. Her words when she spoke were different, they didn’t click with one another like they had online.

Monday, the next time Lassiter saw Shawn, he pulled the man aside. “We need to talk.”

“What?” Shawn said.

“You know what you did!”

Shawn, playing dumb as usual, denied it. “What?”

“I think you know, “Esther,” Lassiter emphasized.

Shawn stared at him with a deadpan expression.

“I don’t know how you did it. How you got “her” to come to the coffee shop. But it’s you. It’s your words. Your phone number that’s registered to the account, I know it’s you, Shawn.”

“If you knew I was Esther , and I’m not saying I was, then why would you say the stuff you were saying?” Shawn stepped closer. “It was intimate, personal…”

“I-” Never did Lassiter think that Shawn would admit to something like this and take responsibility for his actions. He was growing as a person. He really did like him but he didn’t seem the most emotionally and financially secure person. But...he had just admitted to this little game, something like this was big for him. Perhaps…

“Of course the things you were saying…”

“Yes-” Lassiter inquired.

“One could say that you were really charming, really engaging, and surprisingly open.” Shawn moved closer towards him and his cheeks were getting red. “You really liked this woman, huh?”

“That person, yes, they were rather interesting.”

Shawn took a deep breath, Lassiter was...complimenting him. He was openly complimenting him. He felt his heart swell with giddy emotion. This, he really hadn’t suspected this from Lassiter. He was still just walking into a trap. After all this time, after all this pinning, it seemed too easy to admit these things. “Of course,” Shawn started to say with a movement of his hand towards his head. Two fingers on his temple. “My visions wont allow me to see anymore of what happened between you two. But I could tell that you really liked her.”

V I S I O N S!? Lassiter’s mood did a 180 and his eyes crinkled in anger. “I think we’re done here.”

This was his chance. But he was a coward as much as he was a liar. He had made the wrong decision. “Wait-” Shawn called after him.

“We’re done here,” Lassiter repeated again.

Oh no.

Lassiter left the stationhouse early to cool off. It was very unfortunate that Shawn had let him down like that again. They could have been so much together. Shawn…. Shawn was just a child. He could never date a child, a liar like him. Shawn, the fake psychic. He had some growing up to do before he could even consider him as a partner. He never took responsibility, and that was his main character flaw. He was disappointed in himself and disappointed in Spencer. This would never work.

Shawn, who didn’t have Lassiter’s actual phone number, created a new profile on the dating app. This time, as Shawn Spencer. He found Lassiter’s profile again and started typing out a long, heartfelt msg explaining his con, about his ex who was involved, how he had a crush on him, how he wasn't even psychic and the whole shebang.

Leave it to him to fuck things up as usual. He quietly deleted his long and wordy message and re-typed simply the words sorry, his thumb hovering over the send button...

A03

#shassie #psych #psych usa #shawn spencer #carlton lassiter #my fic

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jonathananubian · 4 years ago

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Te Dralyc Kar Ch 6 [Star Wars Fanfic]

Synopsis:

Jango isn’t quite sure how he came to adopt a blonde slave boy after a job on Tatooine went sideways, but he honestly couldn’t complain. The boy is a little genius, brimming with compassion and a willingness to learn. The only hiccup, as far as Jango is concerned, is the fact that his boy is a naturally powerful force user. Someone the jetii would want to get their hands on.

Of course- he’d just like to see them try.

[This story isn’t linear. More like a series of snapshots. At least until later chapters.]

Chapter 6: Haran

In his secure base on Rorak 4 the red Nikto lounged inside his luxury apartment. The new shipment was already being processed and he could already envision the wealth of credits he’d be swimming in once the sale went through. Sipping at the alcoholic beverage in his hand he leered over the datapad at some of the merchandise. Opening a channel he called down to the guards and ordered them to bring him a specific product from the new shipment. A thrill of anticipation ran through him as he waited.

And waited.

Calling down again he cursed at the guards and demanded to know what was taking so long. But there was no response, only static. An explosion rocked the very foundation of his base and K’tharsin cursed vehemently as he flicked through different channels, trying to contact any of his guards. No one was responding.

Behind him the door to his expensive apartment blew off its hinges and he scrambled toward the panic room he’d had built into the place since day one. From the smoke and haze of debris a whipcord zipped through the air and latched onto his leg. The owner of the whipcord grabbed the end and yanked, hard, slamming the red Nikto into the ground with enough force to daze him.

Storming into the room, fierce like a stalking predator, was a Mandalorian in silver armor with a blue flight suit. Terror swamped K’tharsin as he immediately recognized the famed bounty hunter. “Wait! Please! I-I’ll pay you double whatever the price on my head is!” The Mandalorian stopped, black visor staring down at him coldly. Before he could even think to offer more credits two blaster bolts seared into his skull and three more through his torso.

“Who said anything about credits?” Jango said to no one as he untied his whipcord, turned on his heel, and left the dead Nikto behind.

[Shiona]

Helping Maav load more of the kids into the transport the purple Twi’lek felt her stomach roil in disgust and chest burn with rage. When Jango had come out of nowhere, asking for a favor, she’d punched him in the side of the head before hugging the daylights out of him. They’d heard tales there was a possibility he was alive and had learned about the bounty hunter sharing the name of their lost Mand’alor but hadn’t wanted to believe, in case it was just some trick to draw them out of hiding.

What she learned of the aftermath of Galidraan set her blood to boiling. Now, after years of thinking their king was dead, he returned asking for a favor? There had to be a pretty damn good reason for it.

Lo and behold there was, and his name was Anakin.

The picture Jango showed her was one that had been taken by someone else, a candid shot if ever she’d seen one. The blonde was sitting on Jango’s lap holding up a little flag with a racing logo on it, a wide grin on his face and eyes sparkling with joy. The gentle smile on Jango’s face as he watched his son was enough to make Shiona’s heart melt. It was obvious how much he cared for the boy.

So when he explained that someone had nearly kidnapped him to put him back into slavery, that the one responsible was purposefully targeting kids to sell, she gathered a few of the Haat Mando’ade she’d kept in contact with and got them in on the raid. When they learned they were saving kids from slavery none of them even asked if their was a contract or reward. Kids were precious, regardless of whose kids they were. Not to mention the inherent disgust at slavery in general.

Their reaction to Jango had been a mixed bag of joy, grief, anger, and disbelief but in the end they all accepted that he was, in fact, the Mand’alor- and that their Mand’alor was calling them to action.

No one cared that it was out of revenge for messing with Jango’s son. No one cared that they had been divided for years after Jango’s reported death. The Haat Mando’ade weren’t going to sit back when someone was dealing in kids. Especially if they’d attempted to try and snatch the Mand’alor’s son. That was a very deep and personal offense none of them were about to let slide.

“That’s the last of them, Captain. We’ll meet you at the rendezvous and head toward our destination from there. Safe travels.” Shiona waved the man on and got back into her ship. Maav, seeing she had things well in hand, quickly headed to the cockpit to start up the ship.

“Captain, got a present for you.” Catching the datachip out of the air she looked it over then raised a brow at Zermot, their most talented slicer.

“What’s this?” The man grinned at her.

“Proof.” Her eyebrows rose and she eyed the man curiously.

“Proof of what?” She asked him, fondly exasperated.

“Of why you shouldn’t mess with Mando’ade.” He paused. “And that Jango’s back. Our comrades are going to want proof.” She nodded and slipped the datachip into one of her waist pouches. She knew just the person she could send a copy of whatever Zermot had cooked up.

[Roz]

Watching the scene play out again the pink Toydarian chuckled with dark amusement. Trust Jango to take his revenge in the most daring, competent, and vicious raid anyone had seen in years. It was a neat military operation the likes of which could only be accomplished by a tactical mind and a trained mercenary force. The bounty hunting guilds couldn’t even fault him for it, either. Not only was he freeing enslaved children, which no respectable guild would dare disagree with, but the organization had tried to steal his own child. Roz knew the guild would look the other way on the matter.

“What’s so funny ba’vodu?” Clicking off the video she smiled at the blonde head that was peeking into the room, smudges of grease across a pale forehead and nose.

“Nothing, sweetheart. Just a silly video a friend sent me.” Anakin’s nose scrunched up as he scrutinized her and she smiled. “What are you working on now? I hope you didn’t take apart one of my expensive appliances again without asking.” Blue eyes went wide and darted toward whatever it was before coming back to rest on her.

“Uh… naas. Dar’baati, ba’vodu.” ‘Nothing. Don’t worry, auntie.’ Roz let out a sigh. Jango was going to have to teach the boy how to lie better, he was absolutely abysmal at it. Especially since he always slipped into Mando’a whenever he tried. It was a dead giveaway for anyone who knew him.

“Anakin.” She said sternly. The boy blushed and chewed on his bottom lip.

“Okay, but… you looked really busy and I actually know how to fix it this time! It was leaking anyway and I thought it would be nice to do something for you…” She wanted to be cross with him, she really did, but she just couldn’t bring herself to be. Not when he was trying so earnestly to do something nice for her.

“Fine, I’ll overlook it this time. As long as there’s no mess and it actually works when you’re finished.” A smile like a sunrise crossed his face and he was quickly nodding.

“Lek ba’vodu!” ‘Okay auntie!’ Roz sighed as the boy darted off, he was always so full of energy it was a wonder Jango could keep up with him. She honestly never thought she’d learn to speak Mando’a either and yet here she was helping a little Mandalorian child to learn his basic letters and how to hold simple conversations. It was something she knew Jango had once thought to leave behind him, to keep to himself and never speak about with her, but his son just had a way of bringing hope and light to everything he touched… except for her washing machine. That poor thing looked like it someone had stuffed a frag grenade inside by the time Anakin had finished with it and tried to turn it on.

The comm on her desk chimed and she flew over to answer. “Yes? What is it?” There was a request for docking from five ships, none of them with familiar transponder codes and all of them clearly of Mandalorian make. Roz smiled and granted them access. She had no doubt that Jango wouldn’t be far behind.

“Anakin!” She called. The boy came running into the room, wiping his hands on a greasy rag.

“Yes auntie?” Landing beside him she smiled and ruffled his hair, which made him pout.

“Go get cleaned up, quickly. There are some guests in the hangar and your buir should be right behind them.” Anakin whooped and ran off to get cleaned up, leaving Roz to smile warmly at his retreating back.

[Anakin]

Once he was properly washed and changed into the nice tunics his buir had bought him he followed Auntie Roz to the docks, feeling as if he was going to explode with excitement and joy. He was so happy that his buir was back and if he wasn’t heading straight for the medics it meant he wasn’t hurt! Anakin preferred when his buir came home in one piece, since he hated to see him hurt. It reminded him too much of the last time he saw his mom and then he got all sad and anxious…

When they reached the docks his buir was standing with a group of people, although Anakin didn’t really pay them any mind. He wanted to make sure his buir was there, real and whole. Running as fast as he could, ducking around the workers and other guests, he barreled right into his buir’s side, clinging to him as if he could be taken away at any moment. “Su’cuy buir!” ‘Hi dad!’ His buir let out a chuckle and pried him off, making him pout, before he was being lifted into the man’s arms for a proper hug.

All the conversation stopped and he could feel the curious eyes of the people his dad had been talking to. “Anade, ner ad Anakin.” ‘Everyone, my son Anakin.’ Smiling he waved at the group of armored individuals, staring at their armor in open curiosity and awe. “Anakin, anade.” ‘Anakin, everyone.’ Jango made a few hand motions that Anakin didn’t yet understand, since his buir said he needed to learn Mando’a before he could learn the Tigaan, or Mandalorian Hand Signs. After a moment of hesitation the other Mandalorians removed their helmets, except for one of them. They made a few small hand gestures at at his dad, who nodded respectfully back. The last Mandalorian kept their helmet on.

“Su’cuy gar, anade!” ‘Hello, everybody!’ Anakin said with a wide grin, happy that he could talk to them in Mando’a at least. The first Mandalorian, a purple Twi’lek, smiled at him.

“It’s nice to meet you, An’ika. Your buir told us all about you.” Anakin looked at his dad, eyes wide. His dad just chuckled and ran a hand through his hair to soothe his sudden embarrassment.

“Mand’alor, I’m sorry to interrupt but we need to talk about the ade.” His buir frowned and he could feel his mood turn from content/amused/joy to rage/sadness/determination. Flinching back slightly he looked the man in the eyes for a moment before giving him another hug.

“What are they talking about, buir?” Jango hugged him back, arms protective rather than smothering.

“Remember the hut’uune that took you?” Anakin nodded solemnly, his eyes going hard at the memory. “They took other kids too. We went to rescue them.” Anakin’s eyes widened and he began to shake slightly as he gripped his buir’s armor.

“D-did they have chips too? Can I go see them?” Buir felt hesitant and defensive in the force but his expression became calm and contemplative so he stayed still, almost wanting to hold his breath waiting for the answer.

“You can come with me to see them. But if I think you’re in danger and I tell you to go you will listen to me, An’ika. Tion suvarir?” Yes, he nodded, he understood. Buir set him down and took of his helmet, clipping it to his belt before taking Anakin’s hand.

They had some former slave children to help and Anakin would do his best to make them understand that Mandalorians were nothing to be afraid of. Mando'a Translations; Hut'uune- Cowards Tion suvarir?- Understand?

#fanfic #fanfiction #star wars #mandalorian culture #adoption #mando'a #young anakin skywalker #mandalorian anakin #true mandalorians #mandalorians ocs #rozatta #slavery #past slavery #jango fett #found family #genius anakin

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mediaeval-muse · 4 years ago

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Video Game Review: Assassin’s Creed Black Flag (Ubisoft, 2013)

Genres: action-adventure, third person, open world

Premise: Edward Kenway, a pirate searching for riches in the Caribbean during the 18th century, unwittingly gets tangled up in the Assassin-Templar conflict. The Templars are looking for something called the Observatory - a First Civilization device that can monitor anyone in the world using a blood sample. In the present, an unnamed employee of Abstergo Entertainment (a division of Absergo Industries) plays a “video game” based on the genetic memories extracted from Desmond Miles’ DNA.

Platform Played On: PC (Windows)

Rating: 4.5/5 stars

***Full review under the cut.***

I am evaluating this game based on four key aspects: story, characters, gameplay, and visuals. I will be also be evaluating the DLC, “Assassin’s Creed: Freedom Cry.”

Content Warnings: violence, blood, slavery

Story: Assassin’s Creed: Black Flag primarily follows Edward Kenway, a Welsh pirate who becomes entangled in the Templar-Assassin conflict during the 18th century. After killing the rogue assassin Duncan Walpole and assuming his identity, Kenway tries to extract profit from some Templars based in Havana. During a meeting with these Templars, he learns of the Observatory, a First Civilization device that can monitor anyone in the world using a blood sample. To find the Observatory, the Templars need to locate someone known as the Sage. Kenway decides to go after the Sage and the Observatory himself, which thwarts some of the efforts made by the Assassin Order to prevent the Templars from gaining a foothold in the West Indies. Meanwhile, Kenway must also work with notorious pirates such as Blackbeard to ensure the independence of Nassau - a so-called “pirate republic.”

I personally liked the story’s overall arc because it gave us clear goals (finding the Sage, locating the Observatory) and charismatic figures (Blackbeard, Charles Vane) that made inhabiting the world of the game enjoyable. I also liked that much of this plot presented some tension between Kenway’s self-interest and a higher purpose or morality; while it’s good to go after the Sage to keep him away from the Templars, Kenway is also in it for personal gain, which made for some interesting opportunities for character growth.

Choosing to set the game in the Golden Age of Piracy was also a good choice because it allowed Ubisoft to drop in some already well-known figures. While I wouldn’t say that this game is “historically accurate,” it does cater to the Romantic ideal of piracy in that all the pirates are shown to be anti-establishment, pro-liberty type figures. In general, it’s a fun fantasy to entertain, and I think there’s a part in most gamers who want to go on a Robin Hood-esque adventure.

My one major criticism is the way the game handled a particular memory in which Kenway actually makes it to the island where the Observatory resides. On the way to the structure, Kenway has to clear the way through the jungle, which involves killing or disabling some of the island’s guardians. These guardians appear to be natives/indigenous peoples, and I think forcing the player to take them out is a poor choice, given the history of indigenous treatment by white colonists. I think the memory could have worked better if the “guardians” weren’t people but First Civilization tech, which could have achieved the same purpose without featuring the potential murder of native peoples.

In terms of the frame narrative, I think that the modern day Abstergo plot was a little less compelling than previous arcs involving Desmond Miles. Much of it involves the PC character hacking computers at the behest of the head of IT, who is manipulating them in order to get information to the Assassins as well as to resurrect Juno, the First Civilization character from the end of Assassin’s Creed III. While I do think things got a little more interesting once Juno appeared, I didn’t find the conversations with Abstergo managers very successful in creating a sense of unease, which would have made me want to help the Assassins.

Freedom Cry, the DLC, is a little bit darker than the base game. Set some 20 years after the events of Black Flag, it follows Kenway’s quartermaster, Adéwalé, as he becomes a ship captain in his own right and participates in mounting a slave rebellion in Haiti. While Black Flag passively acknowledges that slavery exists, Freedom Cry engages with it directly, in part by showing Adéwalé working with locals to free as many people in bondage as possible before he returns to the Assassins. The arc of this DLC was good in that it also had clear goals: recruit as many resistance members as possible while avoiding the wrath of slavers. I also liked that this plot wasn’t so straightforward, as one of the resistance’s sympathizers is also a Templar contact (Bastienne Josèphe, the madam of a local brothel). I do think that this DLC has some elements that could be extremely triggering for some people; while it doesn’t have graphic images of torture, there is a scene where Adéwalé has to board a sinking slave ship and free who he can. The imagery there is quite haunting, despite not being particularly gory.

Characters: Edward Kenway, our PC protagonist, is a compelling figure in that he’s self interested and doesn’t respect authority, yet he clearly has a good heart. We’re shown early on that his main motivation for becoming a pirate is to accumulate enough funds to purchase some land and establish a comfortable life for him and his estranged wife back in England. Kenway also supports establishing a free pirate republic and condemns slavery, and it’s clear that he’s torn between his self interest and the higher purpose of the Assassins. I rather liked that we had a PC character who wasn’t completely devoted to the Assassin’s cause, but walked the line between being a kind of misfit without being annoyingly gruff.

Kenway encounters a number of famous pirates from Blackbeard to Charles Vane, Calico Jack, James Hornigold, Bartholomew Roberts and others. I liked the variety in all these characters’ personalities: Blackbeard is sincere in his devotion to Nassau while being intimidating to friends and foe alike. Calico Jack is constantly drunk and a bit of a deadbeat, while Vane is reckless and self-interested to the detriment of his relationships. Hornigold quickly turns from ally to antagonist, but for reasons that are complex and interesting, while Bartholomew Roberts is both charming and ruthless.

We also get many interactions between Kenway and the Assassin James Kidd (who has another identity, but I won’t spoil it here). Kidd is more sincere in that he is devoted to the Assassin’s cause and is constantly pushing Kenway to develop some conviction, but the two share a friendship that I found to be heartfelt and meaningful.

The Templar antagonists are a little less fun. They serve their purpose in that they are evil people wanting to do evil things, but I can’t say that many of them are memorable in the same vein as, say, Cesare Borgia from Brotherhood. Still, they were around enough where I was able to remember their existence, and that was enough.

The unnamed PC character in the present is, by contrast, barely a character at all. Because the present day plot is in first person and the PC character has no voice or name, it’s a bit harder to feel connected with them or determine if they have any convictions regarding the Abstergo-Assassin conflict. Everyone in the present also seems to be kind of bland, corporate types, and even John, the manipulative IT manager, is hard to get excited about until the end when he reveals his motivations.

In Freedom Cry, we get to know Adéwalé a bit better than in the base game. In Black Flag, Kenway has some conversations with him, but we really get to know his motivations for joining the Assassins and his attitudes towards white people in the Caribbean during the DLC. He’s extremely devoted to both the Order and the rebellion, which I found admirable, and he seems to have a particular fondness for his years with Kenway, which added some nostalgia to his charactter. I especially liked the unwitting partnership between Adéwalé and Bastienne in this game; Bastienne was confident and commanding, and her tenderness towards Adéwalé made me wish for a longer game where we could explore their relationship more fully.

Gameplay: Black Flag combines some things from the Ezio installments and from Assassin’s Creed III while also putting a new spin on familiar elements. Much of the open world exploration is conducted by sailing around on Kenway’s ship, the Jackdaw, and accessing viewpoints on various islands or in port towns. While sailing, players can attack British or Spanish vessels to gain resources for upgrading the Jackdaw, but doing so also raises notoriety, which is controlled by paying off government officials or sparing the crew on the vessels Kenway attacks. Players can also find collectibles on these islands and towns, such as treasure chests, animus fragments, Mayan stela (puzzles which reveal the location of keystones to open a vault containing special armor), “secrets” (bits of lore and special documents), as well as new collectibles, like shanties (which your crew will sing as you explore the world). Locations also contain familiar assassin contracts, and Kenway can go hunting and encounter wildlife whose pelts and bones can be sold or used for crafting. Unlike the hunting in Assassin’s Creed III, Kenway can go on harpooning adventure to spear sharks and whales - one of which is none other than Moby Dick himself (whose location changes every so often). Thankfully, there is fast travel once each location is synchronized, so there’s less running around than in Liberation.

Naval activity is a little more involved than it was in Assassin’s Creed III. Not only is the Jackdaw more upgradable than the Aquila, but each enemy ship also varies by type and difficulty, which dictates what resources it carries and how likely it is that Kenway can win in a skirmish. The map is also divided into sections based on difficulty, and weather conditions change every so often, while players can use a diving bell to explore underwater wrecks to collect more treasures. To access each section without immediately being accosted by enemy ships, players have to destroy and infiltrate a fort, which monitors the region. Destroying the fort also gives players access to the locations of collectibles as well as new naval contracts for further rewards.

Kenway also has the option to board a defeated ship and either use it to repair damage to the Jackdaw, reduce his notoriety, or send it to his fleet. Kenway’s fleet is the economy mechanism in this game; ships can be send on various missions to trade goods and thus earn more money and collectibles to fund Kenway’s adventures. Similar to the trading convoys in Assassin’s Creed III, there is some risk; ships must be able to carry a certain amount of cargo in order to succeed and based on whether the route is dangerous or not, there is some probability of failure. To make a route safe, Kenway can launch ship battles to clear the area of enemy vessels, though that too carries some risk as ships can be damaged. While I enjoyed the fleet aspect, I ultimately found it much like the trading in ACIII - it was fun and useful, but if you manage your resources well, it’s not absolutely essential for success. More a fun side activity for those who enjoy resource management.

In terms of weapons and combat, Kenway has access to some familiar staples, such as the hidden blade, while also getting to use rope darts (from Assassin’s Creed III) and blowguns (from Liberation). The main difference in weapons between the games has less to do with what they are than how they are used. For swords, Kenway can dual wield any number of upgradable sword sets, but players cannot mix and match what blades go in which hand (in other words, you purchase a set, not individual blades). The same is true for pistols; Kenway can carry up to 4 single shot pistols, all in a set, which allows players to take up to 4 shots before having to reload. It was actually quite fun to see Kenway dual wielding pistols, and the limited number of shots meant that I had to plan my pistol use properly.

In Freedom Cry, Adéwalé has some of his own unique weapons, though naval exploration and combat are more or less the same. Adéwalé can wield the hidden blade and use a blowgun, but also has access to a blunderbuss and a machete in addition to firecrackers for causing a distraction. The main difference in gameplay is that Freedom Cry is peppered with enemies such as “jailers” who will attack runaway slaves (and Adéwalé) on sight and mini-events, such as freeing slaves from prisons or stopping them from being beaten. Adéwalé can also free/recruit a large number of slaves to the rebellion at once by liberating plantations, which involve stealth assassinations of overseers.

Overall, I found exploring the open world to be a bit more rewarding and challenging than in previous games, and the familiarity of the weapons ensured that I wasn’t at a complete loss when getting into the game.

Visuals: The landscapes of Black Flag are beautifully rendered and colorful, with lush vegetation to gorgeous blue waters. While some of the smaller islands had the tendency to feel the same, each major location felt unique with its own layout and architecture, and the colors and textures really brought them to life. Freedom Cry has the same gorgeous landscapes, which made exploring the world pleasing on an aesthetic level.

I also really loved the pirate outfits, as each seemed to be detailed with embroidery or else contained all those folds and layers that are indicative of the 18th century. Kenway’s Assassin outfit is interesting in that it’s not straightforwardly an Assassin robe. It has a hood and a bit of white, but the color scheme is dominated by blue and brown. I found this design to be clever since it doesn’t outright signal that Kenway is an Assassin; rather, it matches his reluctant allyship with the Assassins and general distaste for organized orders.

In terms of animations, Black Flag seems to do a little better than its predecessors, though Kenway doesn’t have satisfying finishing moves like Ezio or Connor. He’s more of a brutal fighter, more strength than dexterity, which is fine, but I did admittedly miss the eye catching finishers.

Final Verdict: Black Flag is an extremely enjoyable game and spiritual successor to Assassin’s Creed II and Brotherhood. Its likable protagonist and compelling plot are enhanced by both unique and familiar gameplay mechanics, and the visuals are sure to immerse players in a rich world full of swashbuckling and exploration.

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captainkurosolaire · 5 years ago

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Comprehend Don’t Glimpse (2/3)

Battered and banged up by stormed debris but overall made it to the city-gates. Reaching the Scholar’s Walk near side the Alchemist Guild he trotted to his origins.

Sure enough, the pricks from his childhood of the time were on duty. Sworn between the doors preventing escape or entry. They, however, didn’t recognize the grown matured Miqo’te from the scamp they brutalized and abused, no longer showing the same stance.

Their facial features were remorseless, entitled, so, they could be corrupt and play god, play above all matters. A thing that would be learned by the Higher’s of the City-State overtime. Complacency and status inflated ego.

The brash young Seeker bit his tongue and confronted them this wasn’t about him, not in a moment like this.

[Previous]

Each of them putting hands on their hilts from judging already the painstaking scoundrel before them. “What are you here for and holding ruffian?” A grotesque wrinkling Midlander in Brass on the left spoke first, this was the same one behind his helmet that tormented him.

The Captain needed to overcome the peril and rage of this confrontation and suck-up. He couldn’t show emotion. These were Brasses they were looking for any means to get a pay-grade or promotion. He couldn’t imply that he found this small-child in the confines of a crate that he intended on smuggling for a client, he had to make up something. To make matters worse, he was a different race entirely than the Hyur child he was holding with no characteristics of features. That was red-flags all over.

“An abandoned. I take it, ye’ll take care of it. Those are the reasons behind that door ye guard, no? She’s famished and been without a proper meal for a while so the sooner the better.” A sigh left the left man, as his head beckoned the right to step in. To retrieve the kid.

“Indeed, however, I have questions with you before I can simply, let you go... “ He was judging him based on his looks at his profile.

Kuro didn’t wish to make a scene or endanger this kid’s future. So he had to comply… Forking over the infant to one of the Brasses as they opened the doors and brought them to the caretaker and the other misfortunes.

The Brass of Left, stepped in trying to stay opposing and threatening with his sheathed blade towards the unarmed pirate who caught in a dangerous situation. If he objected and tried to flee or leave at this point, these heathens would surely reject the infant and punish it and neglect it of spoiled foods, this was often how it worked here.

They needed this reminder of power above a pirate or a criminal scum who to them was nothing but someone beneath them an advisory that fought against them. Giving them bad namesake, in any other situation the pirate would have been able to stay off the radar but he acted like this. His crew wasn’t aware and couldn’t back him either. The Brass squinches his visage to peer observantly, “What’s someone like YOU. Doing with a Midlander child, did you steal it? If I go search the case files, will I find this? What’s your possible connection, I find it highly unlikely you’re an upstanding citizen. You radiate bad-news.”

The pirate stuffed his hands in his pockets and quenched his fists in curls underneath out of sight to contain and recompose it took ever constraint not to give into fighting. Loosening and composing with an internal inhale and exhale.

Then he devised and put thoughts to actions seeing the background and hearing an unruly loud cry ringing through that made other cries behind the doors of the child who wasn’t being comforted by the other Brasses handle, he couldn’t entrust or leave this be. They were denying the kid luxuries because of who brought it in. He couldn’t allow someone like them to continue to playing guardians to promising lives, he couldn’t have his storied of abuse and neglect repeat through endless cycles. They were proven casket history, which repeats by their placement.

He also couldn’t afford to let himself get caught, he couldn’t explain or lie outright about knowing the parents they would background check and surely make him keep within the City-State… He needed to pull them away.

His trade was always speech and looking in the dark of others of what they craved the most and playing against it. There was an advantage, he knew them more than anyone by growing up around them.

“If ye hadn’t noticed by all the sand covering me, I ran into th’ situation among the midst of the Thanlans little off the bridge to soot-creek. Hard to tell but I think that a caravan may run off-course and broke through railing ye might want to get out there and check the scoped sight, more fellows could be trapped or endangered that sandstorm picked up violently have heard forecast haven’t ye? I was heading to make my rounds to the city-state coming from Horizon got caught in the thicket when I was on the bridge and found an injured lass clutching a cradle and that baby in. She selflessly wished me to get the girl safe away from it, she’s stuck and knew I couldn’t possibly get them both within my limited-focus, I’m merely one bloke after all.”

He played between the emotions and the story-telling, fully, himself believing every word of it. By blaming the force of weather that often obscured, he could use this to his advantage. He played off facts by explaining his appearance which rewrote any detective lens.

Often interrogation conducted on stories untold. Though maybe if a tale held urgency, he could most likely rewrite the issue. Blinding the Brass from notions.

The policed-figure of sorts, “So you’re implying people are still endangered? Leaving their Mother alone out there for what, a temporary shelter in us?” Quickly retorting, “Aye. I attempted to go against wishes but with how thick that sand is nothing is clear it seemed she was caught-stuck, surely she knew this. Who wouldn’t be brave for their kid and muster through their own needs? -- I think if we go now, we can still save them. Leviathan, I’d go… but well, I doubt that’s an option.” Everything was a CLUE when someone spoke. The Brass disdained and didn’t like troublemakers or those who had a prolific image of stereotypical traits. By playing that recording against him, it sounded whistles of ‘reason’ a means of manipulation.

He was far out of the clear though. He needed to play off the already corruptible tendencies and convince them to pry away.

“We shall wait until nightfall, it’ll clear by then and I’ll send this to HQ. Then we’ll validate and verify.”

The pirate lowly disgruntled a snicker and looked away with a lack of approval, The Brass had to reply, “What…” with a following of the pirate’s explanation, “That’s unwise, is that not? Wouldn’t that get you potentially in far worse down the totem-pole? Or stagnant, do ye wish to stay looking after spoiled-little brats that continue to annoy? Think if ye do this heroic act especially during a catastrophic sandstorm -- Even the Sultana would be obligated to discuss this on Royal Court I could see promotions, for acting favored. Maybe as Sworn-Elite or even grander promotions. -- There’s two of you, why don’t you take me -- an unarmed man barely passed his teens and confirm it yourself, if I’m lying you can take me in or easily apprehend me and still claim a prized recognition by jailing me especially if you believe, I’ve abducted. However, when I prove correct you’ll be able to get a medal for saving multiple lives in crossed danger and reunite a child and their Mother. Though if you choose to wait and let the storm continue to pulverize endangered denizens and have knowledge of it, you’ll be in far dire situations, cause keep in-mind now you have that runt somehow behind those doors and the caretaker knows now too. Yer words of explaining shall b’ hard t’ fall-out from this.”

He used his criminal-mind to talk to the twisted. Those who wished for fame and further power were more prone to halt here. Saying lowly, frustratingly. While acting with a hinted pitch of selling himself to a trip to the gallows, what pirate would willingly do that? His words struck true, mixing facts and conveying what was a lied short-tale and turning it into believability.

Kuro’s heart raced never being in this situation. Though he continued for what lay’s on the line.

The Brass thought among himself while his thumb stroked the shaft of his hilt upon curved gladius. Time froze it felt like or became excruciatingly slow. As tension built to his dramatic life flashing. Fear was raising but battling against bravery for what seemed like he was reclaiming his young-life. Others were in threat. The last thing he wanted was to play vigilante. The idolized were unseen-poison. He was a nuisance or the villain of the story to the public eye, enemy number one, as a voice louder than his own declared through law and brainwashing the populous on a massive scale. But dammit!

Those who turned to the petty crime were often broken into corners wishing to soar their freedom more than the word that spread around without weight. They wished to show or spread the embodiments of it. To be a painting they created and not one colored in or seen as but troubled scribbles.

All these thoughts came rushing in a flood before, “...Alright. We’ll see your merit stay here, I’ll converse with my colleague, it’s your word against our own but do not try to speak out about why we left our station. We go as I return with haste to this landmark you’ll show. If you prove dishonest, you know what’s inevitable for you. No one will hear from you again.”

#Origins Redefined #Tales of the Goldbrand #Past Stories #Seeker of the Sun #Before Captain #Final Fantasy XIV #Original Writes #FFXIV #Miqo'te #Reflection

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15001700tt · 5 years ago

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Descendants of the Moon

Matter of Life and Death

Descendants of the Moon Masterlist

Word Count: 3,381

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Key: Italics- things that happened in the drama but do not old any importance to the story line

Key: Bold- Dialogue said in the Drama

A/N: I forgot to post the teaser for this chapter, my bad. ill post it with tomorrows teaser.

Episode 3:

Mo Yeon and Nurse Choi moved into the bunkers, organizing whatever they were able to bring on the helicopter.

“There’s not much to organize,” Min Ji huffed softly.

“It’s ok since we’re tired anyways” Mo Yeon responded, folding her towel.

“Knock knock” a male’s voice interrupted their conversation. The girls looked and found a young man standing in front of them in military clothing.

“Have you been well?” he asked them, earning blank looks, Mo Yeon and Min Ji didn't seem to remember meeting him.

“The patient who ran away” he tried jogging their memories by jumping on one foot.

“Ay! Coupon thief!” Mo Yeon’s memory finally snapped and he remembered the young man that got beat up so badly. He was also the reason she met Shi Jin. They conversed when a girl’s voice interrupted.

“Excuse me, it’s time for me to see my friends” Mo Yeon recognized Yoo Ji’s voice as Yoo Ji shoved Ki Bum out of the way.

“Ahhhhh what are you doing here?” Mo Yeon squealed.

“I got transferred to the Taebaek unit last week, I guess they want me to cover what you guys do here.” Yoo Ji explained.

They talked for a bit more while Mo Yeon settled in, they even went to check on Nurse Ha and Doctor Song. they found them arguing over something, the two girls decided to leave them alone.

“Oh! I forgot my phone back in the bunker, you go ahead of me, I'll catch up.” Mo Yeon sighed.

Yoo Ji made her way to the dinner table and observed the scene, the Haesung team unit was still settling down but most of them were sitting around and enjoying the sun and the food, the unit prepared for them. She took notice of Chi Hoon and was about to go over and greet him. He was taking pictures with his camera, her steps halted when she saw one of the men stood in front of him. She got a little closer to hear their conversation.

“I need to inspect your camera,” Woo Geun said with his intimidating face. Yoo Ji rolled her eyes, he was using his face to scare poor Chi Hoon.

“You will delete these pictures immediately,” he told Chi Hoon.

“Why? Did you not like it? I can take another pictu-”

“We’re not allowed to have our pictures taken” Woo Geun responded. Yoo Ji snorted, ‘that’s ridiculous, why wou- oh’ she thought, she thought back to her conversation with Gwang Nam when she assumed he’s Special Forces. She turned her attention to Gwang Nam and Cheol Ho, trying to avoid camera flashes subtly. She guessed that the Captain and Deputy Leader were the head of the team.

While she wasn’t paying attention to Chi Hoon, Mo Yeon approached them snidely commenting on military regulations.

“They can’t tell us anything due to military regulations”

Woo Geun bowed his head to excuse himself from that awkward conversation. Yoo Ji couldn't hear what Mo Yeon said to Chi Hoon since her voice was a murmur at this point. Yoo Ji moved from her spot and decided to take part in the festivities. Some of the medical units recognized her and greeted her.

Gwang Nam was standing behind all of his friends and he was thankful, they would tease him until death if they caught him staring at Yoo Ji. the team and the soldiers knew her as the pretty reporter that can kick their ass. It didn't seem to matter to her what their rank was or how well trained they were, she always managed to turn the odds in her favor. She has been there for only a couple of days but they had seen her take Cheol Ho down when he was teasing her.

-they raise the flag and they go to the Medi-cube-

It was time for Haesung Unit to start their work. They were instructed to get blood tests from the soldiers to check for any irregularities. Yoo Ji stayed at the door and just observed as the doctors got settled down, the soldiers came in and hurried towards the female nurses and doctors. Yoo Ji snorted at their tactics.

Shi Jin came in, he nodded at her and walked towards Mo Yeon’s station. Yoo Ji watched as they interacted with each other. She knew what happened back home, and it seemed like they still aren't over it.

Gwang Nam moved to her side and watched his friend interact with the girl he likes.

“Do you think they’ll give their relationship a try again?” he pondered.

“Not after she pokes him like three times,” she responded when Shi Jin yelped. Gwang Nam looked at Mo Yeon with a scared expression.

“She’s not gonna do that to you” Yoo Ji rolled her eyes. Yoo Ji nodded her head at the old man came through the door.

“You’ve been working hard!” he praised.

“Did you come to receive the packages?” Shi Jin asked, still holding his arm.

“I did and I just came to greet you!” he laughed, and Shi Jin grinned.

“We should play ball and eat some meat this weekend” Shi Jin offered, his slight smile was gone when they heard a faint crash and a long horn-like car. Yoo Ji immediately moved from her position towards the exit. Trying to see if it was from the main entrance or not, she didn't get very far, Gwang Nam held her back, shaking his head no.

“This is your Captain, report the situation at the front gate” Shi Jin’s voice cut through all the soldier’s two-way radio.

“Everything is in place by the front gate, it seems to be a car accident by the mountainside” the soldier’s voice cut through the silence as some sighed in relief while one man’s eyes widened in panic.

“If it was the mountain road...did my car flip with my kids inside!?” the old man gasped in horror.

The Alpha team quickly assembled their gear and moved towards the Jeep. Yoo Ji swiftly got into the car through the open roof and waited for the guys to get in.

“What the hell are you doing?” Gwang Nam commanded.

“I am coming with, I am a reporter, I can do that” Yoo Ji pulled out two cards, one of them her ‘badge’ and the other is just a card that says ‘I do what I want’.

“You can’t, you’re a civilian. It could be dangerous” Shi Jin stated calmly but also allowed no room for discussion.

“Alright but don’t blame me if one of your vehicles go missing” Yoo Ji shrugged, swinging out of the car and jogging to where they kept their cars.

“Yoo Ji, wait” Dae Young’s voice called out while keeping eye contact with Shi Jin, having a nonverbal argument.

“Fine, she comes but you stay in the car” Shi Jin’s defeated tone called her.

“Sure, we’ll see” she nodded her head but muttered under her breath. Shi Jin turned to Gwang Nam and Woo Geun instructed them to stay on base just in case.

Gwang Nam couldn't argue with his Captain about his choice, but he couldn't help the worried look he sent Yoo Ji. she gave him a small smug smile and they were on their way.

They approached the flipped car, Shi Jin got out first and signaled Dae Young and Cheol Ho to follow him. As soon as they surrounded the car, Yoo Ji got out of the jeep and crept around the van to inspect the damage. She saw Dae Young checking for a pulse on the bleeding guy, and then moving around to the back where the doors are closed with a lock, Shi Jin inspected the bottom of the car that was on the top now. He frowned, something was wrong, how did the car manage to get there from the cliff, it was a little too far from the usual fall. Cheol Ho’s voice broke Shi Jin out of his thoughts.

“Police! hands up!”

“Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! I’m UN! UN!” the young man’s voice yelped putting his hands up.

Cheol Ho swung his gun to the side and went to check the injured man’s body for weapons. She was still looking at the car and she noticed that there was a key that looked small enough to open the clasp on the van’s back door on the key chain, she quickly took out the keys.

“I am hurt! I am hurt! Treatment! Treatment!” the man frantically explained, he turned around not noticing Yoo Ji watching him from the other side. His face changed and he looked like he just screwed up. Yoo Ji furrowed her eyebrows. And stood up and tossed them to Dae Young who looked at her with a dismayed look. She mentally snorted, he really thought she would stay in the car.

Since Yoo Ji moved from her spot she didn’t see the man open the glove compartment, he slowly took out a G-47 and sharply turned to point the gun at Shi Jin.

Shi Jin saw it coming and intercepted it and punched him in the nose. His groan alerted Yoo Ji that he might not be who he is. She went to Shi Jin’s side and glanced at the gun.

“Isn’t he a member of the U.N.? The relief team isn’t allowed to carry guns”

“Then why would he have a G-47?” she questioned.

“They say they’re U.N. but they have tattoos from foreign legions and their clothes don’t fit properly” Shi Jin inspected.

“Yet they insist they are UN, who are these people?”

Dae Young finally opened the back door to the van, he found trunks that were filled with packaged clothes and guns, big guns. Yoo Ji was standing behind him, her eyebrows shot up.

“They’re trying to smuggle weapons across the border using the U.N. as a cover?” Yoo Ji furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

“You tell me, you’re part of the U.N.” Shi Jin stated back. Yoo Ji shook her head, she didn't hear any chatter about smugglers at the U.N. meetings. She went up to the injured smuggler and took his identification card, and inspected it.

“It looks like the ID is fake, the serial numbers don’t start with 103- its 003” Yoo Ji informed them. In the end, Shi Jin called the local police, but Yoo Ji doubted they would stay at the station for a long time. The police in Urk was always bought with money and don’t really stand for justice. She knows first hand because she was able to get information from one of them before.

As they went back to base, Mo Yeon caught them walking.

“Did anyone get hurt?”

“No it was just a car accident, don’t worry about it” Shi Jin assured her.

Shi Jin needed to go to the main base in town to report the car accident, and Mo Yeon needed Wifi so Dae Young, the best wingman on earth, suggesting that Shi Jin takes Mo Yeon to an internet cafe.

Dae Young caught Yoo Ji chuckling at his suggestion, Mo Yeon being one to never back down from a challenge, which that’s what it felt like to her. She took him up on the offer and got into the blue car with Shi Jin.

“What if they kill each other in that car?” Yoo Ji was amused. Gwang Nam joined them looking at the retreating car.

“One is great with sharp objects and the other has martial arts.” Dae Young weighed the possibility.

“She doesn't have her scalpel with her, I think they’ll be fine” Dae Young waved off. Gwang Nam chuckled at his comment.

“How do you know if I didn't teach her how to defend herself without weapons” Yoo Ji faked her serious tone. Truthfully she taught Mo Yeon basic self-defense but Shi Jin can totally overpower her in a few seconds, the boys didn't know that. Gwang Nam and Dae Young’s face fell and dread settled in their stomachs, but Yoo Ji’s laughter made them sigh in relief.

Shi Jin drops Mo Yeon at Ye Hwa’s convenience store and goes to do the report, his superior tells him to leave it alone because the police are getting involved in some shady shit and they don’t want to ruin Korean relations with Urk. he went back to pick her up and they went to the secluded beach while he told her the story of how he met Seo Dae Young and Yoon Myung Ju. They came back really late to Chi Hoon carrying a small child to the infirmary. Mo Yeon quickly followed him and Shi Jin on her heels. After they finished diagnosing the child, Shi Jin went to where Dae Young and Gwang Nam and Yoo Ji were playing cards.

“So how was it? Everyone back in one piece?” Dae Young teased when he saw Shi Jin at the door. He had a pensive look on his face as he leaned on the doorway.

“Did you know that the Haesung Chairman tried to get Mo Yeon to sleep with him on their first date?” he asked Yoo Ji who was trying to focus on the game.

“Of course I knew, I am not cut off from the world” she rolled her eyes and put down three hearts.

“Why didn't you tell me?” Shi Jin asked with a pout on his face.

“Why would I? Are you dating Mo Yeon?” she seriously asked him, looking him in the eye.

“No but that guy is an asshole!” he let out a frustrated groan.

“I know, I was tempted to punch him too but I was here and I couldn't do anything” she replied.

“I should’ve circumcised him before I left so he would only have his illegitimate children when he needs an heir” Yoo Ji muttered, making all three men look at her in surprise.

“What? Are you surprised I know that or that I can get violent?” she questioned.

“He has illegitimate children?” Shi Jin’s lips started to widen into a smile, then it was a full-blown laugh.

“How do you know these things?” Gwang Nam queried.

“I have sources.” she cryptically said. When all three of the men’s radios went off. Something was happening.

“We’re going under FPCON BRAVO” Dae Young informed Yoo Ji.

“Force Protection Condition” Gwang Nam translated to Yoo Ji. They left their game and went to get ready, they were going to get briefed on the situation. All that they knew was that the Medi-Cube was under protection.

“It turned out that President Mubarat of the Arab league needs medical attention” Shi Jin repeated the information that was given to him by his superior, Dae Young and Shi Jin were briefing their team on who the resident was, and how important his role was.

Yoo Ji was waiting with the medical team, she was observing quietly from the back, it seemed that she didn't pick up on the tension between Shi Jin and Mo Yeon because they seemed to be upset with each other. Shi Jin silently handed Mo Yeon the medical chart of the patient.

“What is this? Everything is censored, how do they want us to read it and make a proper diagnosis?” Doctor Song protested when he saw the black lines going through the vital information.

“In the VIP Charts there are more lies than truths anyway” Mo Yeon responded

“Why would any doctor do that?” Chi Hoon was puzzled, probably thinking about how it’s illegal to record false information.

“Just like poor people need Schweitzer, VIPs need special doctors too, their medical history can be used as their weakness” Mo Yeon continued, not noticing Shi Jin’s look, Yoo Ji did, and he looked like he regretted something. Probably something he said to her.

The patient arrived and they started performing emergency medical procedures, the president’s bodyguards tried to make Yoo Ji step out of the room. Yoo Ji already knew that they would try so she showed them her UN badge and that she can be their translator as she was able to speak Arabic fluently. They had no choice but to allow her, as there were a language barrier and so little time.

As they talked about the patient’s treatment, it seemed that it wasn’t going too well, and the guards were expecting Yoo Ji to translate, but she found herself confused as well.

“The symptoms don’t add up, how is that even possible?” she added.

“That’s because there is something that they don’t want us to know about,” Mo Yeon said, turning to look at Shi Jin.

“I need to open him up to see what's causing the bleeding in the abdominal cavity,” Mo Yeon told him before turning to her medical team.

“Prepare the operating room quickly!” her order was cut off when the main security guard spoke up in English.

“I can’t let you do that, you can’t operate on him” he paused,“The President’s doctor will be here in an hour,” he stated.

“The patient won’t last an hour, they need to operate now” Yoo Ji intervened in Arabic knowing that if they didn't save him now it will be blamed on them and if he does die then it’s also on them, and she saw in Mo Yeon’s eyes that she was willing to take the chance. Everyone’s eyes widened when they heard her speak Arabic, they didn't know she spoke Arabic fluently.

“I can’t let you put a knife in the leader of the Arab world.” he insisted.

“What do you mean? If I don’t operate now he won’t last 20 minutes” Mo Yeon responded in English.

“Only Arab doctors perform on the President!” the bodyguard pulled out his gun and pointed it at Mo Yeon, Yoo Ji could see the breath she sucked in. Yoo Ji surveyed the room and tried to find a weapon she could use in case things got ugly. She was still standing beside the bodyguards and with the way things are going that didn't seem safe. She locked eyes with Gwang Nam. The medical team took a visible step back while the Alpha Team all reached for their guns, keeping their hands above the holster when Shi Jin motioned with his hand to wait.

Gwang Nam signaled with his eyes to start making her way to their side behind him. She slowly inched towards them as Shi Jin listened to his superior on the radio and Mo Yeon told the bodyguard that once she removes her hands, he will die.

“I am not trying to change history here.” she tried one last time to convince him. When he didn't budge, Shi Jin listened to his superior as he talked. The alpha team is doing the same. Yoo Ji watched Gwang Nam’s face to try and decipher what he’s saying, she didn't think it was anything good as all of their eyes flickered to Mo Yeon at the same time.

“Can you save this patient?” Shi Jin asked Mo Yeon, it seemed like he made a decision already and Dae Young was on the same page as him. It really impressed Yoo Ji how they communicated silently and got the message across to all five of them without uttering a word. Gwang Nam gestured for her to hurry up.

“I can save him” Mo Yeon’s soft voice called out and Shi Jin nodded and turned off the radio, and took out his earpiece while Gwang Nam gestured Yee Ji again to come closer.

“Then save him” he put up his gun quickly. Yoo Ji had swiftly made her way to Gwang Nam’s side and was standing behind him. He was pointing his rifle at one of the bodyguards. Yoo Ji held onto his back feeling his warm body. She slightly blushed at the contact but she knew now isn’t the time and especially when this could be their last day on earth, she shook it out of her head and focused on the bodyguards’ faces from behind team Alpha.

If this was any other circumstances he would have totally had a moment about her touching him, but this was life and death right now, he’ll have to wait.

#descendants of the sun #descendants of the sun fanfic #dotm #dots #kdrama #halie writes #kdrama fanfictions #kdrama fanfic #kdramas #ahn bo hyun #ahn bohyun #ahnbohyun

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robiness · 5 years ago

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Raven Branwen could teach us to trust love (theory, V7CH12 spoilers)

Yeah, that’s what I said.

In my theory about Qrow’s arc, I mentioned that the worst possibility is that Raven gets to Qrow, because obviously they’re hostile to each other and have different worldviews. He’s fragile and can be easily manipulated to returning to the Branwen ways.

It was a Qrow theory, so I focused on him. All I said about Raven was that she’s clever and brutal, and she wants her family to concede that she’s right in her philosophy.

I’ve seen a few ideas about Raven saving everything, but I dismissed them because of my own perception of her character. But after seeing them a couple more times today, I considered a new possibility.

(this is a theory for a RWBY7 hopeful ending, if you don’t want to get your hopes up, i’ll understand)

Yes, Raven is clever, brutal, ruthless. I still firmly believe that she’ll do anything for what she considers worth fighting for. In my perspective, these are (1) protecting her tribe, and (2) making her family realize that she was right all along.

(2) is something she constantly keeps doing even in hostile situations. She tries and tries, and is extremely frustrated at the stupidity she sees. She feels betrayed by Qrow, too, since he used to subscribe to their ways, but she still tries.

She HAS expressed outright care before. Most obvious is the Yang vs Neo fight yes, but there’s another one I forgot and now made me consider her influence as a positive thing.

This conversation between her and Yang in Volume 5.

Most of V5, Raven is rigid in her beliefs. She’s very firm with trying to convince Yang she was right when they met in the tribe, and even in Haven Academy, she left without caring if Qrow or anyone died, but she still tried to get through to her brother.

Later, when Yang confronts her after the Maiden fight, her reaction is angry. She thinks, again, that Yang is getting it all wrong like everything else. Ozpin’s war is hopeless, and Raven is the only one not brainwashed into his ideals. This was probably exacerbated by the fact she just defeated Cinder, again proving that she’s on top.

“It's not that simple. You don't know me, you don't know what I've been through, the choices I've had to make!”

“I've stared death in the face over and over again! And every time I've spat in that face and survived because I'm strong enough to do what others won't!”

“Who do you think you are lecturing me?! Standing there, shaking like a scared little girl?!”

She feels superior, and righteous in her rage.

But then Yang calls her bluff. Raven might think she was making the right decisions, but Yang saw very clearly that she was too weak to do anything else but kill and run.

Yang proved to her that she did know Raven, because she was right in thinking that Raven would bail yet again if Yang offered to take the Relic that was a magnet for danger.

Then, Raven makes this expression for the first time:

She is guilty, ashamed, upset, and at the time, I thought that this was only because she was putting her daughter in danger.

But if you think about it, she’s never completely cared about her family’s lives before, not if they interfere with her highest priorities. I’ll repeat: (1) protecting her tribe, and (2) making her family realize that she was right all along.

However, Yang just proved to her that... she wasn’t right. At least, not in the image she was trying to project - a righteous, fearless woman who was making difficult decisions.

I... I'm sorry...

I can bet that she’s never said these words before. Not to Tai, not to Qrow, not to Summer. But now she says this to her daughter who just proved to be much braver than she is. Who wrecked her worldview.

So what? She left anyway. Why would she come now? Why would she change?

I think the fact that she left is the answer. She made a quick, automatic decision to run away, despite her claims of righteousness and bravery. But she was crying and emotional as she did.

Once she was gone, she was gone. There was no mention of her in the next two volumes, other than a teased visit to Tai, and who knows what that was about?

Also, a LOT of people had asked why tf did Yang never tell anybody about her mom being the Spring Maiden.

I don’t really know why Yang as a character made that decision. But maybe the narrative kept her out on purpose, to make viewers forget about her.

Because, you know, I never understood why Raven Branwen was the Spring Maiden, when all other potential Maidens had some sort of connection to the seasons they were assigned (Pyrrha, then Cinder to Fall, Winter/Penny to Winter).

Raven was, if anything, the entire opposite of the concept of spring - rebirth, life, change for the better.

I think she’s about to prove me wrong.

Volume 7: Qrow and Clover

Clover and Qrow had a healthy developing relationship that was cut off prematurely. This broke Qrow and stopped his recovery for seemingly no reason other than to hurt him, and us.

Clover and Qrow had quick but utterly significant scenes that seemed to be wasted just like that. Why?

I think it still stands that this was meant to really, really hurt.

But.

As said in my Qrow theory, and those of many others, only Raven can get to Qrow now in his fragile state, with their connection through her Semblance.

Clover and Qrow are in the tundra, out in the snow. If Raven gets there, how could she save them? By opening another portal to Yang, who is in Atlas, a city with the greatest technology and Pietro Polendina, either or both of which should be enough to save Clover.

Ironwood survived half of his body getting so mangled that they had to replace it with metal. If Clover was left in the tundra, then yeah he has no chance. But if Raven gets them to Atlas, where all the resources are...

Let’s talk about this color scheme.

I, like many others, immediately recognized this as the bi flag colours. It was insulting, demeaning, and cruel for a volume that puts heavy emphasis on “trust love”.

But what if it was put there to indicate that we still should trust despite what just happened? It would still be a traumatizing creative decision, but it would make sense to a predominantly cishet main crew. And any other staff who may have considered that it may hurt would be distracted by the (potential) utter brilliance of it.

The setting was a dark, isolated tundra when Clover died. But the sun rose.

When is a sunrise significant in that kind of setting? That’s right, spring. Hope, love.

Qrow and Clover’s connection was wonderful, but underdeveloped. We assumed the theme Trust Love applied to them, but it was twisted cruelly, making the audience feel like it was just for shock value.

But what if it’s not their love that should be trusted right now? It is in its early stages, which is why we were so angry at the loss of potential. So maybe it’s not the focus.

What if it’s the unexpected love of Raven (spring, hope, sunrise) coming to aid her brother?

Qrow’s recovery: Raven

I’ve extensively talked about the twins’ relationship from Qrow’s perspective. It’s fractured and opposing. That’s a given.

But imagine. Imagine if at this darkest hour, Qrow’s big sister, who he’s given up on, saves him and makes things better.

Clover was good for Qrow, but he doesn’t have to be the only one that is. Raven being open to compromise AND saving Clover? That would be such relief for my poor bird.

A real partner, and estranged sister back in his life? That will skyrocket his recovery so much that I’m literally crying right now at the thought.

Supporting Literary Parallels:

1. The first part of this post brings up the Aesop’s Fable that Clover is based on. To summarize, the Fisherman is down on his luck, but something unexpected happens, he gets his fish that makes his days better.

2. Qrow is the scarecrow of the Wizard of Oz. This is why many of us are terrified of what’s going to happen next, because the other two companions of Dorothy, Leo (Lion) and Ironwood (Tin Man) have lost the gifts they seek.

However, we have forgotten that the scarecrow is Qrow’s basis on a lesser degree. Even his position is lower - he’s not a Headmaster, he’s a simple Huntsman. He “serves” Oz, yes, but that part is nulled when his loyalty was betrayed by Ozpin’s secrets.

Even when he was helping Ozpin, he wasn’t a major player, he didn’t guard any relics, he was primarily a spy, which connects more to his forefront literary basis:

3. Hugin and Munin (sources: 1, 2)

Hugin (thought) is Raven. Munin (memory, mind) is Qrow. In Norse mythology, these are Odin’s two ravens that he sends out to spy for information around the worlds.

Hugin and Munin Fly every day Over all the world; I worry for Hugin That he might not return, But I worry more for Munin.

Raven (thinks herself objective and sensible) definitely matches “might not return”, and Qrow (mental health poster boy held down by memories) is definitely someone who’s always on the brink of tragedy.

But the thing about the original ravens is that they’re always together. Qrow and Raven have never worked together in-show. That’s the difference between the originals and our characters.

My theory is that they’ll come together, because Raven and Qrow have already shown signs of change from what their originals represent.

But it’s two ravens, no crows! At first, this bummed me out, I thought that this fact would be more supportive of my first tragic Qrow theory. But then...

Crows travel in groups, they’re more sociable (Qrow and his kids). Ravens often travel in pairs (her apparent closeness with Vernal). (bird facts source)

While Qrow would enjoy being with a lot of people, Raven would probably be more picky with her companions, and Vernal, her second, is now dead.

Therefore, even if Qrow needs Raven at this very moment, Raven needs her brother, too. It’s not only Qrow who will benefit from the reunion.

The Branwen twins will both be better if they work together. In human minds, plans (Raven) and passion (Qrow) need to coincide for survival.

And if this theory comes through, there will be two ravens to satisfy Raven, and Qrow will always be himself, surrounded by family, at the same time. (hint hint side note crows mate for life the two would still have a lot of development to do)

Last thoughts:

This could be wrong. The Qrow tragedy might still happen. Something completely different could. Raven could be a total bitch the whole series.

IDK OKAY. bUT YEAH IM HOPING fuuuuck

Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t trust anything anymore. After all, so many people were truly hurt by last episode, it was still damaging. Turning this around won’t erase that fact.

But... I really want my Qrow happy. He’s been the most relatable character for me, with the things he goes through, and I’d love it so much if he will come out stronger, with a large support system and some goddamn happiness. And I think... my version makes sense, too?

So maybe everything has a reason. Maybe this is setting up for something really great. We’re very hurt now, but... the sun is rising.

To prepare us for spring?

#rwby #rwby7 #rwby theory #rwby analysis #qrow branwen #raven branwen #clover ebi #yang xiao long #rwby meta #fair game #let qrow branwen be happy #clover ebi defense squad #lucky charms #FUCK #sigh #meta

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popcrone818 · 5 years ago

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Wicked Games Part 3

this chapter absolutely kicked my ass, had to stop it there because i just couldn't focus enough to be able to write out the capture the flag scene. the book is so vastly different from the movie and I’m still not sure which version of capture the flag i want to do. Any ideas would be greatly appreciated.

I walked into the training room with Eric to see the transfers were all paired up. Eric walked right up to Four. It seems this morning someone had pissed Eric off and he was taking it out on my brother.

“Are they ready for some real fighting?” Eric stopped slightly in front of Four and only turned his head back slightly. I came and stood beside Four.

“Not even close.” My brother crossed his arms and scowled at Eric.

“First jumper! In the ring. Last jumper, time to fight!” Eric's glare deepened when Tris stood up to the ring with the tall muscular Candor in tow.

“How long do we fight for?” the Candor, Molly, asks.

“Until one of you can’t continue.” Eric stated stepping closer to me and away from my brother slightly.

“Or until one of you concedes.” Four added crossing his arms and glaring at Eric before his roamed Tris’ body quickly.

“According to the old rules. New rules, no one concedes.”

“A brave man acknowledges the strength of others,” fours eyes were now on Eric and I. I had decided to keep my mouth shut while they did their thing. I knew neither liked the other so I just let them have at it.

“A brave man never surrenders.” Eric stated crossing his arms, and scowling to the point where I thought it might end up being permanently etched onto his face.

“Lucky for you, that wasn’t a rule when we fought.” Four scoffs at Eric.

“You’ll be scored on this so fight hard.” I tried not to giggle when Eric turned back around to face me, his face contorted into the deepest scowl I had ever seen on his face.

Tris was knocked out after a few punches from Molly and I inwardly cringed. I could see Tobias flinch when molly landed the final punch and Christina and Al carried her off the mat. The rest of the initiates fought for the remainder of the day once Eric left. I stayed to oversee Tobias which was my actual job for the next couple of weeks.

Every night after training Eric would knock on my door and see if I wanted to get drinks with him. Every night wasn’t the same as the first though, thank god. My head and liver would never be able to withstand that amount of alcohol. But a few drinks with Eric became normal for us. Sometimes I had even been approached by some of the initiates which I didn’t mind but Eric just stared at them like he did with the Mark guy from the first night, but I couldn’t actually decipher what the look was. On the last day of stage one Al had come up to me before his fight with Will. He seemed to be slightly nervous his cheeks were tinged pink and he kept rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hey Amaya, c-can I ask you a question.” I shrugged thinking there was no harm in a simple question. “A-are you and Eric together?” my eyes widened and if I had have been drinking water I’m sure I would have spit it out.

“Ah no were not, we work together and hang out a bit that’s all.” I frowned slightly at this thinking about how much I just wanted more with him. My ears pricked up when I heard the door to the training room open and close. I knew Eric was supposed to be here, but it had been half a day already and he hadn’t shown so I had hoped it was him, but I didn’t take my eyes off Al. Defence mechanism I had picked up during my initiation thanks to Eric. Never take your eyes off someone.

“Oh, ah good, um can I take you out one night after training? Or once I’m a full member here?” al asked me rubbing the back of his neck and biting his lip gently. Yes I will admit that Al wasn’t horrible to look at and I would even call him cute, but he just wasn’t my type. I don’t even think he would be able to handle me. I heard my brother scoff from where he was. He had superhuman hearing I swear.

“I’m sorry Al, but I have to say no. I just don’t really want to date or anything, sorry.” I told him placing a hand on his shoulder when they sag and he nods and walks off. He was so sweet, but I just couldn’t see myself with him. I shook my head and walked over to Tobias and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, he instantly wrapped his around me before my eyes caught Eric's blue ones. My heart reached out to him but I quickly shook it off as Al and Will got into the ring to fight. Al easily wins against Will, but that would only have something to do with his size. Al was like a big giant teddy bear but that also made me twice the size of Will, and even though Will was faster and was able to hold his own for a short while, Al still ended up with the upper hand and knocked him out cold. Al looked almost heartbroken as he tried but failed to get Will to regain consciousness. I walked away at this point not wanting to deal with any guy at the moment.

Eric’s P.O.V

Once Amaya walked away I sent Al a glare as the initiate under him started to stir and get off the ground.

“Get him out of here.” I yelled and waved my hand out towards the group. The stiff and Al helped get him off the mat so the next lot could fight. Molly and Christina were next and I felt my mind wander to thinking about what Amaya was doing and what she said to Al when he asked her out. I know that the transfers think she and I are a thing so why did he think he could just ask her out. My blood started to boil and my hands balled into fist at my side. I could feel Four give me a glance out of the corner of his eye. The smaller of the two girls, Christina, yells out while she’s on the ground.

“Stop. I’m done.” She holds up a hand to stop molly from ending the fight. I go over and stand above her holding out my hand for her.

“You need to stop?” she nods, “Okay let me give you a hand.” She takes my hand and I help her off the ground and slowly we make our way out of the training room. “Alright everyone take a break. Follow me!” I yelled towards the other initiates. They all scampered over to us as I held Christina by her waist. I know I can be quite forceful at times even when I don’t mean to, but this time I was trying to be a little bit forceful.

The roar of the chasm could be heard as we turned into the hallway that connected to it. As I pushed Christina ahead of me on the bridge hanging above the water I decided what I was going to do.

“You feeling a little better?” I asked her in a soft voice.

“Yeah a little.” She said as she rubbed her arm. I knew Amaya would have something to say about this but at the moment I didn’t care as I pushed Christina’s tiny body over the railing and held onto her hand so she didn’t actually fall to her death.

“Grab the rail, or don’t.” I shrugged and let go of her hand once the other one was in place on the railing. “You’ve got three options, hang there and I’ll forget your cowardice, fall and die, or give up, but if you give up your out.” I leant back against the rail on the other side as she continued to whimper. I didn’t take my eyes off her but I knew that the rest of the initiates really hated me at this stage, there was water dropping from every rock jutting out and even right above Christina’s head. The stiff had the audacity to say something, when I shot her a glare from where I stood. I knew I was terrifying to the transfers and it was just how I liked it. No one ever got close to me. I rolled my eyes at the stiff as I yelled time. Two of her friends came over to help her up and that was when I saw her walk up to the group.

“What the fuck is going on here?” she pointedly looks at me and suddenly I don’t feel so in control. I don’t feel so terrifying, because right now there was a fire in her eyes that could rival Satan himself, I put on my steeled façade as she got closer to her, she can’t know she has this sort of control over me.

“She needed to be taught a lesson.” I shrugged and walked away from her. I couldn’t hold this façade for too long before it would start to crack under the pressure of her gaze.

Amaya P.O.V

“That is not how you teach someone a lesson. You’re supposed to give her a punishment for after training.” I said quietly to him as I jogged to catch up to him. I watched Tobias dismiss everyone for the day as Eric turned his body back to me.

“Do not patronize me in front of the initiates!” he yelled at me as he got closer to me. I saw something flicker in his eyes for a brief moment before anger took over. “I was handling the initiates the way I see fit for them to be able to be Dauntless. She tried to concede in a fight. I can’t just over look that Mya, she needed to be taught.” I could almost see the anger radiating off him which just caused me to become angry with him as well.

“Well how about next time either consult me or Four. I will not lose transfers because you can’t get over the fact that Four can beat you every fight you guys have. Neither one of you is better than the other. It was 3 years ago, you’re a leader now and he is just in the control room because he turned down leadership. We need all the Dauntless we can get and you know it too. The factionless have been quiet for far too long and it isn’t sitting right with me. But for now get off your high horse and go and apologise to Christina. If you had have done that to me during my initiation I would have much preferred to become factionless.” I poked his chest for good measure before stalking off in the direction I came from. Fucking men. I gripped the base of my hair before I turned around to punch the nearest wall to me. Fuck fuck fuck. He was too cocky for his own good and it was starting to annoy me. He needed to brought down a peg or two, but he was still technically my superior so I had to be careful about how and when to do it.

A loud banging was heard throughout my apartment. I groaned but got out of bed and headed towards the door.

“I swear to god there better be a good reason as to why I am being woken up at this ungodly hour of the morning!” I yelled as I swung the door open to reveal Eric standing there in his mission clothes. His black military pants with a black long sleeve and a tight black vest on over the top. I bit my lip before glaring at him, I was not awake enough to stop the blush that crept across my angry looking face. I was stood there in my doorway wearing only a short pair of purple pyjama shorts with a large black sweater. The one that I had borrowed of Eric last year and never given back.

“Capture the flag in half an hour.” He let himself into my apartment and sat on the sofa. This was the first time he had actually been inside my apartment. I rolled my eyes and closed the door before making my way back to my bedroom.

“Sure come in make yourself at home.” I grumbled towards Eric.

I looked at the clock on my bedside table. 3 am! I was going to strangle him when I woke up a bit more. He knew I didn’t want to do capture the flag this year, but apparently he didn’t give two fucks about it. I angrily pulled on my black utility pants with a long sleeve and my big warm jacket, I knew how cold it got out there. But I also knew I could move fine in this jacket. I gathered my hair up into a pony on the top of my head before deciding that contacts were the best for this type of training.

I walked back out to find Eric looking through all of my books in my bookshelf.

“Interesting collection you have here Mya. I’ll have to show you mine one day and maybe we can exchange? I’ve been trying to get my hands on a copy of this for years.” He held up my copy of Harry Potter; The Tale of the Beadle and The Bard. I was slightly taken aback at his statement. That was until it hit me that he had been an Erudite before transferring to Dauntless. Of course he would have books and love books. He ushers me out my door as we wait for Four and the initiates to join us before the train gets here.

#eric coulter #eric x oc #eric divergent #eric divergent imagines #eric imagines #divergent imagines #jai courtney #jai courtney imagine

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secretlynestaarcheron · 6 years ago

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Ohhh can we please please have nessian getting steamy and being discovered by the inner circle - specifically Amren who teases them endlessly

Unfortunately, I cannot write steamy things for the life of me, but I tried to do my best with the prompt since I thought it was a cute idea.

4 times the Inner Circle spotted Nessian being a couple without them actually being a couple

Feyre walked along the gardens Elain had tirelessly tended to over the years. Her work was breathtaking, Feyre had to admit that her sister had a natural gift for gardening, and deciding where each plant would thrive. She walked through the hedges, her sketchbook in her hand, looking around for some inspiration.

As she turned she spotted in the corner of her eyes a glimpse of black. Upon closer examination she realized it was Nesta. Walking towards her sister she realized that Nesta wasn’t alone.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Nesta taunts, crouching slightly and putting her hands in front of her face as Cassian launches towards her. She easily dodges him. “I swear, maybe you do need to go to the mountains again. All this rich food is making you slow.”

Feyre crouches down behind a hedge, watching as Cassian smiles and laughs. “Trust me, Nesta, there's nothing slow about me,” he retorts, to which she barks out a laugh.

Cocking an eyebrow up she smirks and asks, “Oh really? Nothing slow about you? I am sure some ladies in town could agree with that statement,” she laughs. Feyre smiles down towards her sister. She hadn’t heard her sister laugh in years. Since her father stopped being a father to them.

“That is not what I meant,” he growls playfully, but Feyre can see the slight red appear on his cheeks. “Now get your hands back up before I tackle you. Wouldn’t want to damage that pretty face.”

“Oh, so you think I am pretty,” she hums, but before she can say anything else he tackles her to the ground. She slams down with a loud humph. “Really? Stars, you really are fat.” She says, pushing him off of her but she isn’t trying very hard.

Cassian leans towards her and whispers something in her ear. Feyre can’t hear but based on the blush of her sisters cheeks and the way she pushes him off of her quickly it wasn’t anything to do with training in combat.

~*~

Mor yawns as she walks down the hallway, what better midnight snack than one of Azriel’s famous double chocolate chip cookies. She sneaks down the stairs, wincing at the creaking stars. She hears murmuring down below and the flickering of the candlelight. Peering around the corner she spots Nesta nustled into the corner of the couch, three blankets wrapped around her, a book in her hand. Cassian sprawled across the couch, his head on her lap, his own book in his hand. Nestas free hand was mindlessly running through Cassian’s hair.

Mor smiled at the two, sitting down on the stairs to watch the scene. It was rare when Cassian and Nesta weren’t at each other's throats. The only noise was the candle fire crackling and the flipping of pages.

“Nesta,” he murmurs, “Remind me never to switch books with you ever again.”

Nesta laughs softly, “Oh? Why? I for one am enjoying the battles of Prythian.” she pauses, and looks down at Cassian. “I think you’ve learned you actually love romances and your masculinity can’t handle the truth.”

He barks out a laugh and she shushes him quickly, “I am quite okay with my masculinity,” he reponses, his voice low, “but, she died. You made me read this novel, follow their story, just for her to die?”

She smiles, “You should read the one I finished this morning. It tears your heart out and stomps on it,” she muses, turning the page.

He shakes his head, “I don’t know how you do it,” he responses, “I don’t know what to do with myself anymore. The more I think about it the more emotion I start feeling.”

“Welcome to the world of reading,” she hums, running her hand through his hair again, as he wraps arm around her extended leg and scoots deeper into her side.

“Read to me?” he whispers.

Nesta rolls her eyes, but begins reading aloud. He sets his head back down and closes his eyes, a faint smile on his face. Mor smiles at the scene before her, she quietly goes back up the stairs. She could get some cookies tomorrow.

~*~

Elain walks towards the kitchen when she hears Nesta snap, “I am really not in the mood,” and then the back door slam shut. As she makes her way through the door, she spots Cassian, her sisters boyfriend (despite them both denying it constantly) leaning against the counter.

“Hey Elain,” he says in greeting, his tone not as friendly as it usually is. He runs a hand through his wild curly hair, “Your sister is going to be the death of me.”

Elain smiles, patting his arm comfortingly as she moves towards the fridge. “She is a piece of work, but she means well,” she responds softly, “She’s probably just upset about today.”

Cassian looks over at her, his eyebrows scrunched in concern. “What happened today?”

Elain sighs, Nesta didn’t tell him. She thought her sister was getting better about opening up but I guess there was still some things she didn’t want to tell him. “It’s the anniversary of our mothers death. It always hits her the most since she was the only one old enough to remember her,” she says, handing him a bag of Nesta’s favorite chocolates. “Go talk to her. She’ll say she wants to be alone but she doesn’t.”

“Thanks Elain,” he says, taking the chocolates from her and running out back. Elain grabs her own snack and makes her way up to her room. Hours later, she glances out her window to see them sitting in the back door by the flower arch. Nesta had obviously been crying, she says something to him. He lifts a hand wiping a tear from her face as he responds. She laughs, putting her head on his shoulder as he puts her arm around her. Elain smiled at the two, she was happy her sister found someone that was willing to break down the walls.

~*~

Amren rolled her eyes when she heard Nesta high pitch squeal. She wasn’t sure she’d ever heard the uptight stoic girl let out a noise like that before. “Cassian, stop it,” Nesta laughs loudly, “We won’t have any for the actual cake if you keep throwing it on me.”

Amren looks up from her seat at the dining room table, to see Nesta face covered in flour. ��Already flying the white flag?” Cassian smirks, “I’d never seen you turn down a fight before, Nessie.”

“How many times have I told you to stop calling me Nessie,” Nesta replies, scooping up some of the cake batter and turns around flinging it at Cassian's face. It hits him in the cheek and slides down his face.

He laughs, “Wow, straight to the face,” he exclaims, shocked, placing a hand on his heart. “It’s on, Nesta Archeron, it’s so on.”

Amren sits back, pulling out her phone to send a video to the Inner Circle ( minus Cassian and Nesta which they named “Third Wheeling w/ Nessian” to which they all shared moments they were forced to third wheel with Nessian.)

Rhysand: That’s my kitchen. What are they doing to my kitchen.

Feyre: Is that my birthday cake they're ruining?

Cassian grunts, and Amren looks up to see Cassian on the floor groaning. “That was dirty, Nes, I never knew you played that way,” he moans, sitting up and glaring up at Nesta who was trying not to laugh.

“I didn’t throw butter on the floor, I think you did that when I cracked an egg on your head,” she says, reaching out the help him up. He pulls her down on top of him and she shoves him laughing. “Gross, you’re actually the worst.”

Amren snaps another picture, typing into the group chat, as they make their way upstairs joking and laughing loudly.

Rhysand: They better clean that all up.

Rhysand: And bleach my floor.

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neqeyam · 5 years ago

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Forgotten Myth; Chapter two.

Words- 2967

Warnings- height/falling, fighting, arguing, mentions Lee’s death

Summary- When fourteen year old Ruby Moore is chased down the hallway at school by a character out of one of her fever dreams, she gets thrown into a world of tales and myths that society has ruled out to be fake. Befriending a Pegasus that hates everyone, and gathering friends strong enough to be considered a small army, she has to embark on a journey that will change her life forever.

POV- Ruby

Chapter One- https://rqmcuwdwpjo.tumblr.com/post/188285543834/forgotten-myth-chapter-one

Will took me around the camp, Camp Half-Blood according to his shirt. Showing me everything from a strawberry field to the infirmary. He told me stories of our dad, about how Apollo got banished to be a mortal a while ago and since he’s back being a god he now has a new sense of identity. He took me to the archery range, where I impressed him with my archery skills even though I was new. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I took archery lessons from age six to age ten.

By the end of the educational tour, I was exhausted. I felt like I’d just ran a million miles, but he didn’t stop there. He took me to the only building in a rectangle of twenty other oddly specific buildings that literally was glowing gold in the setting sun. Inside there were about ten bunks, all pushed to the outside edges of the building so that there was room in the middle for three cots.

“Please tell me I don’t have to sleep in one of those.” I whined, pointing at one of the cots. Will made a face as if to say: I hope you like back problems. I almost started complaining but he laughed and placed a hand on my shoulder to keep from toppling over.

“Those are medical cots silly. But anyways, welcome to cabin seven; where children of Apollo learn the trades of our father.” I looked around and took in the scene. Books on various topics lined the many bookshelves in between the bunks, medical supplies spilled out of bags while syringes soaked in a yellowish-brown liquid. One thing that stuck out to me the most, was the fact that everywhere I looked, some sort of archery target hung from the walls with very distinct holes in the bulls-eye. Will rummaged around under one of the bunks that looked abandoned and pulled out a box. When he opened it, a faint light filtered out as if they’d trapped it in there.

“This was Lee Fletcher’s bow. If you want it, it’s all yours,” Will said, sadness drifting through his voice. I was tempted to ask what happened to Lee, but something about Will’s posture and aura told me that I’d better just accept the bow.

“It looks perfect, thank you,” he handed me the bow, and I had to admit; it was perfect. The nocking point seemed to be in a direct line to my shoulder, the bow string wasn’t too taut, I felt like this bow had been crafted just for me. As I was holding it, I realized that the bow itself was actually glowing; not blindingly, just enough for me to see a faint halo of light outlining the bow.

Once Will had enough of reminiscing about Lee’s bow, we went back outside. A horn blew in the distance, scaring me so badly I screamed and hid behind Will (Not my best moment I’ll admit).

“That’s the dinner horn, nothing to be afraid of-” he said, a dark figure appeared out of seemingly nowhere cut him off.

“eccoti, ti ho cercato dappertutto,” the dark haired kid said.

“Nico, for the last time, I don’t speak fluent Italian.”

“Ciao, chi sei,” they all turned to me as if I just grew another head. Though the black haired kid looked more grateful than confused.

“Puoi parlare italiano?” the black haired kid -who Will called Nico- asked.

“no, perché dovrei?” I asked. Will’s face flushed red, but he looked rather pissed.

“Would you two stop that! Ruby you’re speaking Italian!” He yelled, taking both of us by surprise. I looked down at my hands as if they’d give me answers; but no avail. I was thinking in another language too, symbols rather than english letters were flying around my head. I realized the same symbols were almost everywhere around camp, telling me where to go. For a moment, I completely forgot english and my whole sense of identity blurred. Will set a hand on my shoulder, drawing my attention from my hands.

“pós boró na milíso angliká?” I asked frantically. Nico handed me the book he was reading, thankfully it was in english and the other two languages seemed to go back to their hiding places. My mind went back to thinking in my first language; I handed the book back to Nico and huffed, “Thank you,” he nodded and started up the hill.

Dinner was cool, I could order whatever I wanted and however much I wanted. My plate just seemed to refill itself, the Greeks really knew how to eat. Mr. D (Will told me his real name is Dionysus, the wine dude) stood and banged a knife against his goblet of diet coke. When he had everyone’s attention, he turned to Chiron. (yes, the Chiron from the ancient times.)

“You all know what today is, the first Friday of the month. Which means-” he was cut off by the Ares table pounding their silverware on the table, chanting CTF; whatever that meant. The rest of the cabins joined in their chants till it was just a rumble of voices and an earthquake of silverware pounding. A stocky girl with dirty blonde, almost brown hair stood up and thrust her spear into the air.

“We’re on her team this month. If we win, I get the Apollo chariot back that she stole from us while Michael Yew was our senior counselor.” Will spat, he didn’t sound happy about being on her team.

“Then I guess we have to win.” I stated. I’ve always been competitive, and now I finally know how I’m so good at basketball. Will grinned at me, his eyes alight with an emotion I couldn’t place.

After dinner, and after Chiron was finally able to explain the rules; Will led cabin seven through the hoard of people and into the woods. Everyone seemed to know their place, some went up into trees, scaling them like squirrels. Others turned invisible and the only hint that they were still there was a rustling in the bushes. Will led me to a pile of rocks that looked like a thumb, a blood red flag shone brightly in the setting sun. he scaled a tree next to the pile of rocks, something told me to do the same. I climbed a tree with surprising ease a few yards away from the flag so I’d have a clear view of who was coming through. Two kids that wore the same mischievous grins that Ayla defaulted to walked through the clearing. Behind them, enough teenagers to be considered a small army without the multitude of weapons came walking into the clearing. The girl, who Will told me was Clarrise, barked orders at people.

“You excited?” someone asked behind me. My instincts pulled an arrow out and notched it all while turning around. I was met with a smug smile that I was so used to. Then I checked my pockets.

“More nervous than anything, your dad is Hermes isn’t it.” I asked Ayla. It hadn’t occurred to me that she looked exactly like him -based on a description from a book I found- She nodded and perched in the tree next to me. I looked over to where Will was perched to see him lazily going in and out of being visible. He flickered sometimes, like he got stuck halfway through his change.

“You and I are gonna charge the flag. According to Connor, they’ve got the entirety of Demeter’s children on guard duty, with Hecate’s scattered throughout the woods.” I nodded along with her, we’d need a plan to get through Hecate’s children’s magic. A bunch of grease covered kids walked into the clearing, -probably Hephaestus’s kids- and Ayla let out an audible sigh. I followed her gaze to a semi scrawny kid who would not stop moving -his dark curly hair and tanned skin gave him away as hispanic- talking to an equally dark skinned girl.

Clarrise held a thumbs up to the sky and then a few moments later a horn sounded. Our ranks bolted into the woods, and the Hephaestus kids started waving Wii remotes around really quickly.

Yells and screams erupted from the woods, and a few kids watched everything through a shield looking thing. The first wave of kids were all blonde except for the black haired kid from earlier (Will told me that he’s the son of Poseidon, Perry Jackson, or something like that). Ayla drew her daggers and charged from her spot in the tree. Will and I rained arrows down on whoever got too close to the flag (Although, most of my arrows missed). A water spout rocketed toward me, but I jumped and fired one of the rope arrows into another tree, swinging across the battlefield kicking anyone that got too close. Light beams burned kids slightly when they started their assault on the flag. We were being overrun by kids. Another kid with blond hair came running through the mess and I thought it might be Will, but then I started to feel sleepy.

“It’s Clovis’s magic!” someone yelled. I took a closer look at the blond haired kid and I realized that he was sleeping. Our defenses were dropping like flies, snores started the echo through the woods. They seemed to be protecting him, drawing a crescent moon around him. Next to me Ayla sleepily fluttered down onto the branch and closed her eyes, a good sized rock almost fell out of her hand. I knew what she wanted me to do.

“C’mon Apollo, gimme one luck shot,” I murmured and wound up. The rock left my hand at an upward angle, then arced down; smacking Clovis right in the temple, he fell like a load of bricks. Some of his defenses tried to wake him up but he didn’t. Our defense team woke up one by one, recharged and ready to go they fought harder than before.

My vision blurred and I saw a figure running for our flag, but I couldn’t see her. I sensed her. When my vision returned I saw someone grabbing at our flag, it rose and started down the hill. Almost all of the offensive troops had retreated.

“Team Ares!” I yelled, gathering everyone's attention. “Stop our flag,” they followed my finger and watched as Annabeth emerged from nothing and set down the flag. A wave the size of a small house flung half our troops out of the way, then the dark haired kid (Perry? Percy? One of the two I can’t remember what Will said) started fighting his way through the mess of kids. Ayla grabbed my hand and the next thing I knew we were zooming through the woods at top speed. She smacked into an invisible shield of some sort and crumpled to the ground with a groan. A few snickers from the other side brought my attention to a bunch of Demeter and Hecate children. Clarrise growled a few feet away from me and stabbed at the shield, getting thrown back. Ayla and I exchanged glances, something told me she wanted to go up. So we did.

The shield was definitely not as strong on the top as it was near the bottom. The only problem was that we were suspended fifty feet up in the air by some jello. Ayla pried a hole in the top and I shot four arrows down. Unbeknownst to me, they were all sonic arrows. Each arrow sounded like it was on eight amplifiers and a surround sound speaker. Good news, it was enough to blast out the shield and disoriant their first line of defenses; bad news, Ayla and I were now falling fifty feet to our deaths. Someone caught me, I was met with brown eyes that screamed anger. He set me down and kept running, as Ayla lowered herself down next to me. Together, the three of us ran at the Aphrodite children. I stayed back a little bit and shot anyone out of the trees, while the rest of our offense fought against Aphrodite, Nemesis and what was left of Demeter.

“Ayla! I have a plan!” I yelled, before I even had a P-L-A. She came running and I told her about what I saw Will doing and how he briefly explained it to me. Another kid came with her, however; it was the brown eyed Ares kid that caught me.

“You’re going to need a brute for that,” he grumbled, trying harder than necessary to sound mean. I didn’t have time to argue so I just grabbed their arms and ran, praying to Apollo that this worked.

The fact that no one tried to stop us told me that it worked. We ran and dodged roots that were constantly growing. When we came to a clearing where a stream ran through, I slowed down. In front of us stood their flag, and a multitude of traps. Ayla groaned at the sight of the traps but I told her to just fly over everything. A blond kid that looked to be about my age paced in front of the first trap, folding over a knife in his hand. He grumbled about something, we didn’t stick around long enough to hear what he was saying. Ayla flew us over everything, groaning and complaining everytime one of us moved the wrong way. The brown eyed kid, -who refused to tell me his name- grabbed the flag and bolted for Ayla and I. An alarm sounded in the trees and two more cabins came running into the clearing.

“Great, now what,” brown eyed boy grumbled. I hadn’t thought this far but I had the beginnings of something that would either be super cool, or the biggest failure in the history of camp. I pulled out my last arrow, it was a rope arrow. Thank Apollo, I thought. Without saying a word I shot it at an angle at Ayla; the arrow wrapped itself around her waist, almost pulling her out of the sky. Brown eyed kid seemed to be following my train of thought because he ran towards the closest kids near us and grabbed their shields. He threw one at me and stuffed the other under his foot. I stopped the shield with my foot, and gripped my bow better.

“AYLA, FLY!” I screamed and she took off. The brown eyed kid grabbed onto the rope with his other hand and held the flag under his arm.

We sped through the woods on shields, Ayla was going so fast that almost nothing could touch us. I’m sure we looked like a more badass version of the Three Stooges. She started laughing maniacally over the wind and we jumped a hill. Annabeth and the black haired kid (I’m pretty sure his name is Percy) were running back with our flag, thankfully they hadn’t made it back to their side yet. They ducked under us and gawked. Cheers erupted from the tree line where Ayla’s half brothers and sisters were gathering along with the Hephaestus kids. We were almost across when a wave knocked Ayla out of the sky, she hit the ground like a ton of bricks.

“Connor! Go long!” he yelled and threw the flag like a spear. One of Ayla’s brothers broke off from the crowd and flew to meet the flag, pulling it over the line; the crowd cheered and lifted him up on their shoulders. With Ayla’s momentum and no one to steer, brown eyed kid and I rammed right into a tree. He turned around right before we hit and grabbed me, his back smacked into the tree hard, and my head smacked into his armor. We both crumpled to the ground, groaning. Will was already working on Ayla who had hit her head on a rock. A few of my other siblings ran over to brown eyed kid and I, healing us with no problem. I stood up and stuck out my hand to help him up, he took it gingerly.

“That was quite the plan, Ruby,” he said and took off his helmet. For a moment I was overtaken with confusion but then I realized who he was.

“You- you told Mrs. Johansson that I FAKED A PASS!” I yelled, poking a finger at his chest. Jackson Ryans stuck his hands in the air in surrender, though the grin on his face told me he was just getting started.

“It was all part of the plan.”

“What plan?!” I demanded, only now realizing that he was a solid three inches taller than me.

“To get you here of course, we needed an actual reason to get you here or else you wouldn’t believe us and someone kept telling the monsters off your scent,” he explained as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. That didn’t help the fact that I got a detention out of it and was benched for two basketball games.

“He’s right, we did need a reason and Jackson volunteered to tattle on you,” Chiron said as he helped Ayla up off the ground. She brushed herself off quickly and thanked Will, who went to work on the others that were lying around groaning.

“I was benched for two games because of him!”

“Yeah, sorry about that one. That definitely wasn’t part of the plan,” Jackson said, scratching the back of his neck, still grinning. I wanted to smack him but Ayla led me away before I could, throwing me into a celebration that resulted in me, Ayla, Connor and Jackson on various peoples shoulders. Ayla and Connor start playing chicken, with two of the stockier Hephaestus kids. Slowly I realized that I was on an Ares kids shoulders, he was taking me toward their chicken game. Ayla punched me in the arm and Connor shoved my shoulder.

“Hey! No tag teaming!” I laughed, shoving them back. Jackson came over and shoved them with me, together we pushed Ayla off the Hephaestus kids shoulders and then went to work on Connor. He gave up and flew off the kids shoulders. Jackson held his arms out for a hug, I was reluctant but it’s kinda hard to dismiss a hug that you’re forced into. Jackson’s brother moved so that he could pull me into him.

“Okay okay, I forgive you… I guess,” I said so he’d let go of me. Did I actually forgive him? Not really; but something told me I’d have to or else this camp would be absolute hell.

#pjo fanfic #oc fanfiction #fanfic #forgotten myth #greek gods #Greek Mythology #ruby moore #ayla weber #jackson ryans #percy jackson #annabeth chase #leo valdez #connor stoll

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bakugou-tm · 6 years ago

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The Chosen Ch. 2 - First Glance

Pirate Bakugou x Mermaid Reader Fic

The Chosen Princess of the Sea and The Ex Prince of the Fire Tribe finally meet, though it was far from planned. Will they get along for the fate of the world or will their similar personalities clash at first glance?

Alrighty so I don’t exactly have a planned day I’ll be updating since I’ve been so busy recently but I’m trying at least to get one chapter in a week, the worst being a two week late. I got a l o t of positive feedback from Chapter 1 so I am confident to say this story will continue to be a 10 Chapter fic so get readY. This chapter is kind of based off my preview but I will be changing a lot of scenes to fit the plot/story line better. Hope you enjoy!

Today was a slow day for the infamous Captain Zero. No other crew to attack, no secret treasure to search for, no fancy gala to crash,

For once the young captain and his crew found themselves bored, sailing the vast blue seas in hopes of running into some sort of excitement. Their average day consisted of dangerous raids, wild chases, or just simple goofing around a random town to scare the citizens.

The group of pirates were far from being villainous, but they weren’t heroes either. ‘Anti-Heroic Pirates’ was what they liked to call themselves.

Aboard the captain’s boat were four other idiotic crew members, ones he couldn’t say he was very proud of but ones he knew were loyal dogs.

First up was Chargebolt, otherwise known as Kaminari Denki. The spunky boy got his nickname from his sparking personality due to his descending of the Fire Tribe, the yellow haired boy was known as a reckless but skilled figher with little to no sense of knowledge.

Next was Cellophane, formerly known as Hanta Sero. The dark haired boy got his nickname from his childhood hero, a demigod blessed with a tape like quirk that he had received from the God of the Skies himself. To match his idol, the air tribe boy crafted his own weapon similar to the power of the demigod.

The only female of Captain Zero’s crew was next, Alien Queen, or Mina Ashido. This spunky gal got the first half of her name name from her rather peculiar looks, while the other half came from her, ‘I own this world’ attitude. No female nor male could stand in her way. Coming from the Earth Tribe, her personality was sweet and bubbly but also strong-willed and powerful.

Next was Red Riot, otherwise known as Eijiro Kirishima. The redhead, hints his nickname, is the captain’s right hand man. Through thick and thin the boy always remained at the captain’s side, earning his trust even though the captain came off as rude. Coming from the Earth Tribe as well, the redhead’s was blessed with strong will-power. Some people said he would quite literally wreck through any problem that came his way. While his personality came off as easygoing and soft, when it came to protecting the ones he loved he was far from soft.

Last but certainly not least, left the Captain himself… Captain Zero, otherwise known as Bakugou Katsuki. The young boy was known as the most infamous pirate at sea, anyone seeing his flag waving never dared to challenge. His parent’s were leaders of the Fire Tribe before, but after refusing to join the throne he ran away to become a rough and tough pirate. The ash blond took what was rightfully his, then took more. And if anyone dare bring up his past, they would rue the day they opened their mouth.

The diverse crew had been through thick and thin together, going from a group of kids on a jacked up ship, to the most feared crew that ever sailed the seas. Many tried to go up against them, making the mistake to assume they were ‘just a bunch of harmless kids’ but that only made Ground Zero’s crew more powerful. The five of them made sure every person in the world knew that they were the best around.

With the crew being so active, it was certainly an off day for them as they sailed far along Japan to some nearby islands, each attempting to busy themselves with a task with nothing much to do.

Laying across one of the barrels near the edge of the boat, a long groan emitted from Mina’s lips as she rolled over on her stomach, her lips pouted out.

“It’s almost noon and not one ship has come into sight, this day couldn’t get more boring.”

Playing chess beside her were Sero and Kirishima, the two looking over to her with dull expressions before nodding in agreement.

“We could feed Kaminari to the fish again.” Sero said with a grin, causing the bright haired boy to make a sound of disgust, interrupting his intense gazing of the oceans the sailed and conquered.

“If any of buckos force me on that plank again, I’ll sock you all square in the jaw!” Kaminari shouted out defensively, his voice not being able to hide the slight fear he had as he looked over to his group of friends cautiously.

A group of laugh’s was heard from the crew below, their faces grinning at the remembrance of when they chucked the electric boy overboard for kicks.

The life of the boat was seeming to come back with just a few laughs until the sound of boots clicking against the wooden planks was heard, followed by the click of the captain’s tongue as he sat down in his chair above the deck.

“Stop yer yapping and keep a lookout for any other ships you good for nothing shitheads.” Bakugou growled, arms crossed as he looked down to his crew members with a sharp scowl, nothing less expected from the grumpy captain.

Kaminari grinned down to his three friends, sticking his tongue out while they glared at them, everyone seeming to go back to what they were doing before.

This boring pattern went on for the next few hours, the occasional bickering, the captain screaming at them all to shut their yaps. As the sun settled low, it appeared today would be another bland day, until that is, the sharp sound of a female screaming echoed across the seas.

“Cap’n did you hear that?” Kirishima shouted, all of their heads jerking to the sound as the looked over the side of the ship to see an island far ahead in the distance.

Narrowing his crimson eyes, Bakugou smacked Sero upside the head earning his attention, “Make yourself useful and see what’s happenin’ through the spy glass.”

Without hesitation, the dark haired boy scrambled to the top deck, matching his eye with the metallic telescope while aiming towards the island.

Sero made a few grunting sounds as he leveled with the scene displayed before him, a few annoyed mumbles before he let out a sigh looking back up to his captain.

“I can’t clearly see what’s happening captain, all I can see from here is a bunch of water moving around, possibly a turf war in the water?”

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed, his red eyes scanning over the horizon to the sounds of yelling before looking back down to his crew.

“I don’t give two fucks what it is, these are my waters and they’re disturbing the damn peace,” Bakugou hissed, his eyes falling on Mina as she stood up a bit straighter, “Dig out that cloaking potion we stole from those dumbass trolls and get this ship unseeable so we can get closer.”

Mina quickly dashed off while Bakugou commanded the rest of the crew set sail towards the battle before them.

It was difficult to make their way to the island un-noticed, but with their cloaking potion they stole borrowed from a friend they successfully made it close enough to see exactly what was happening.

Now as the five of them watched the scene unfold from behind the wooden ledge of the ship, each attempted to grasp what was going on and who was at fault.

In the water remained three heads, two with only a simple bikini top and the last with no shirt at all. They must have been natives to the island.

“Dude you never said their were hot babes in bikinis! I would’ve swam here!” Kaminari suddenly said with a goofy grin, all heads turning to the yellow haired boy with annoyed glances, Kirishima giving him a crisp slap across his forehead causing him to whine in pain.

With everyone looking back to the scene before them, they all let out a groan in unison at the sight of the ship before them.

Above them in a large, all to familiar black ship, were none other then the Vanguard. The ash blond let out a low growl in recognization of the crew, having dueled with them many times. Although Bakugou’s crew was always successful thanks to the help of a few friends, though he would never admit, those privateers were always up to no good.

“Just give us what we want dear,” The Captain of the Vanguard called out from above the ship, a small pistol aimed towards the group of people showing his true threat against them, “Then nobody else will have to lose their lives.”

At the sound of this, the five finally came to realization of the girl that laid sideways in one of the boy’s arms, a deep red color running down his bare chest.

“And for what?” One female called out, her blond locks bouncing as she pointed an accusing finger, “Sacrificing our princess so you can kill millions more?”

“I told you, I would spare your people if you gave me just one, I would even spare her life if you all complied to my simple demands.”

Just the sound of the dark haired pirate’s voice made Bakugou’s skin crawl, his words laced with poisoness lies that he once made the mistake of trusting a few years back.

“We don’t trust a word you say, and even if we did, we would never sacrifice our princess to the likes of you.” The male spat, his hands gripping tightly on his wounded friend while the few people in the water glared up to the nasty pirates.

And with that final threat, the sound of another gun shot went off followed by more screams.

That seemed to be the final straw for Bakugou, getting up from his crouched position to defend the poor people until a firm hand grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back down. Whipping his head back to Kirishima, the ash blond opened his mouth to rebuttal until the redhead pointed over to the new head that submerged from the water.

Her (h/c) locks seemed perfectly dry even though submerging from the water, though her expression was greatly distressed and angered as she raised her arms up, a wave of water following after her.

Stopping in his tracks, Bakugou watched as the mysterious woman flung her arm’s towards the Vanguard’s large ship, sending the entire crew off their feet as the element crashed against their main deck.

It was incredible, being able to remain underwater for so long to have a strategic surprise attack, it was simply brilliant. It was clear you must have been from the Water Tribe since you were able to control the element fluently, if only he could get a closer view of you.

The Vanguard Crew seemed to recover quick enough from the attack, giving the mystery girl just enough time to swim before the injured people with her arms up and ready to attack once more. The sinister leader began to chuckle darkly as he stood up, gripping the edge of his railing while picking up his gun once more.

“Well well… look who decided to join the party.”

Narrowing your eyes, you ignored your people’s cries to swim away and rather lifted up more water around you, the light blue marks glowing all along your skin.

“How dare you dishonor my people by killing them with such a primitive weapon?” You cried, (s/c) fists clenched while you narrowed your (e/c) eyes, “Could you not sacrifice your pride and spare their lives with that killing machine?”

The tall man only chuckled once more, leaning down over the balcony with an intrigued face, “Nice to see you too princess, I’ve been good thanks for asking.”

“Answer my question Dabi!”

“They simply weren’t complying with my request dear,” The captain immediately hissed, his sickeningly bright blue eyes narrowing down to you, “I only use my spare worthy opponents but lucky for you… you are beyond worthy.”

Suddenly throwing the gun across the deck, the tall man suddenly ordered his crew up from their positions, slowly moving towards the edge of the ship.

“(L/n) get out of here! He’s going to take you away and torture you till he gets what he wants!” One of the few females that hadn’t been shot cried, causing you to look back with a pained expression. Bakugou finally was able to get a glimpse of your face, your (s/c) skin contrasting with the glowing marks all along your face as your plump lips curved into a frown.

“Please, have trust in me Naomi.” You said with a hopeful smile before turning back to the tall captain with narrowed eyes, “Listen hear you fool, I will make a deal with you but only if you come to terms with what I’m about to say.”

The leader of the infamous crew paused at this, holding his hand up before his eyes narrowed down to your own, “I’m listening.”

“Spare my people..” You said simply, letting out a sigh as you heard your friends behind you, “And I will hand myself over to you.”

Dabi’s eyes looked your body up and down as if he could detect if you were lying or not, but after one last glance his lips curled into a smirk as he nodded to you.

“Very well princess, but you must hand yourself over first.”

Biting your lip you looked down to your palms, your heart racing nervously as you heard your friends begging you to swim away with them. Looking back slowly you forced a smile on your features and narrowed your eyes determinedly.

“Don’t you guys worry about me, I’ll be back before sundown.”

With each looking at you with nervous eyes, the tall boy eventually nodded carrying his injured friend away while dragging Naomi away as she kicked and screamed, refusing to leave you behind.

Turning back towards the Vanguard you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to drown out the painful sound of your friend’s sobs as you swam forward to the two pirates awaiting to take you captive. Once they had a firm hold on your wrists you looked up to Dabi with narrowed eyes.

“There you have me, now release your weapons.”

The following sound of Dabi’s dark chuckle made your skin crawl, a sudden sick feeling swarming around in gut as you predicted the very next sickening words he was about to speak.

“Oh princess, how naive must you be...”

And with that, the sounds of guns firing filled the air followed by your loud screams as you looked back to your friends.

With your head back Bakugou finally got a good glance at you, and to say he was stunned was an understatement. Your look was far from conventional, blue marks adorning your (s/c) skin that seemed to glow whenever you used this power of yours. Behind your long (h/c) locks were small pointed ears that somehow made your alien like look appear rather radiant. Even with the angered looked on your face you still came off... angelic.

The sudden sound of your screams snapped the boy out of his trance, his eyes refocusing on the chaotic scene before him.

“Stop it you liar! Let me go-” You cried ripping yourself out of the pirate’s grasp until the green skinned pirate smacked his metal pole against the back of your head, the sound of the metal cracking against your skull echoing across the water.

Suddenly your body went motionless, slumping into the water as the two lifted you up enough to drag you toward the ship.

“Jeez that was harsh, they’re even putting her in a damn sack!” Sero said as they watched the two pirates shove your lower half in a large sack.

"What should we do captain?” Kirishima whispered with wide eyes, the redhead clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Bakugou’s crew all getting on edge as they watched the Vanguard captian command his crew to go get your struggling body.

Bakugou’s eyes searched around the unfolding scene, is brain trying to decipher what was happening still before he shook his head. Something about you was important he just knew it, and that meant there was no way the Vanguard could take you away.

“Shitty hair and Dunce face you both distract the pirates on the ship so they stop firing at the people swimming over there, Racoon Eyes and Flat Face you come with me to take that staple fucker out!”

Nodding to their captains orders, the crew suddenly jumped out of their cloaked ship just in the nick of time, the five of them all trudged out to the large ship, effectively distracting the Vanguard as they took notice of the infamous Captain Zero crew.

“Where the hell did they come from?” A loud voice cried from the ship, a few looks of panic coming across the crew as the five of them charged into the water.

The captain let out an annoyed growl, his fists clenching as he pointed to the green skinned crew member that was already halfway to your squirming form.

“Get the princess so we can scram!”

Both pirates that were holding you quickly pulled you up to the deck with a lever, allowing Dabi to roll your limp body onto the ship.

Letting out a growl Bakugou jumped up onto the lever, holding on as it lifted back up before looking down to his two crew members, “Take out lizard man and creepy chick, I got staple face.”

With all the crew members now occupied, the ash blond focused on Dabi now, a smirk appearing across his features as he saw the dark haired boy jump in surprise as he leapt onto the deck.

“You don’t know what’s going on idiot!” Dabi shouted, unsheathing his sword while the ash blond unsheathed his own blade from his wet pants, “I don’t need to know what’s going on to know you fuckers shouldn’t have this girl!”

Gritting his teeth, Dabi suddenly lunched at the ash blond captain, his blade appearing to slice against Bakugou’s shirt before he back up, his blade swiping past Dabi’s face.

“You missed you heathen of a captain!” Dabi sneered, his blue eyes narrowing only for Bakugou to smirk, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“Actually, I don’t think I missed assface.”

The sound of a wooden blank snapping from above made both men look up, watching as the rope holding the plank up snapped causing the plank to fall down towards the two.

“You little shi-”

Dabi’s words were unable to finish as the plank crashed down into the floorboards of the deck, creating a rather large hole meanwhile the force knocking your unconscious body over the side of the ship.

“Damn it, where the hell is my good for nothing crew?!” Dabi shouted, looking over to your body now floating in the water until he noticed his own crew climbing up the side of the ship.

“Captain we’re outnumbered, we gotta scram!” A blond haired girl squeeled, her face flustered as she hopped over the side of the ship.

“And that’s my cue to get the hell out of here, nice try Captain.” Bakugou sneered, making sure to say ‘captain’ as tauntingly as possible, causing the Captain of the Vanguard to growl.

Seeing as their was no possible way to get to the girl without going through Captain Zero’s crew, the Vanguard Captain seemed to pull a white flag. Calling back his shaken up crew members, they set sail for the opposite direction before pointing back to his form.

“We will meet again princess, and I will get that power of yours!”

Raising a brow, Bakugou watched as they sailed off. A small part of him proud they effectively scared off the large crew, while another part of him remained curious as to why they called your princess or what ‘power’ they kept talking about.

The sound of Kirishima calling out his name suddenly snapped the ash blond back into reality, his head whipping over to see your sack covered form now resting against the shore. Your body must have flowed back from the waves, sending you crashing against shore.

“Cap’n, you may wanna see this…” Kirishima called in a wary tone, the ash blond growing anxious by the way he said it.

Trudging back from the crashing waves, the ash blond took a glimpse of your limp form, his eyes narrowing when he saw a slight glimmer from the area where your hips should be. Something wasn’t adding up.. if those weren’t legs then…

“Dude.. what if she’s some sort of alien or something…” Kaminari muttered, earning four glares from his crew members as he threw his arms up in defense, “What?! Look at her legs they’re all shiny!”

Letting out a growl, the ash blond kneeled next to the girl as waves crashed up against her skin, ignoring his bickering crew as he peeled the sack back and out from over your body only to drop the sack and let out a yelp of surprise.

Suddenly your (f/c) glowing marks from before were all beginning to make sense, the marks matching your (f/c) tail where your legs should be. You had the face of an angel just as he had seen from before, your heart shaped locks perfectly fitting the shape of your (s/c) face as they tangled with the sand beneath them. Adorning your skin were faded (f/c) marks, appearing to be mere birthmarks when they weren’t glowing.

It was all seeming to make sense that you were all wearing ‘bikinis’ as Kaminari explained, your bathing suit like top matching the beautiful tail that began just before your hip bones. Your (f/c) tail looked just as it did in the fairtyales his mother would read to him, only at the end it flowed out beautifully like nothing he had ever seen. He just.. he couldn’t believe it.

Before him laid a real live mermaid.

“My gods… I never knew mermaids were actually real.” Mina whispered, her along with the rest of the crew members staring at you in awe.

Kaminari looked your form up and down with a goofy grin on his expression, the four of them already knowing something dumb were to come out of his mouth, “This is even better than a girl in a bikini…”

As Kirishima slapped the bright haired boy once more, Bakugou ignored their sudden bickering, instead letting his calloused finger tips lightly graze the bright scales of your tale before moving his palm up to your face to trace the marks along your cheeks.

For some reason he was.. captivated by you. Not even by your stunning looks, but just by the way your chest moved up and down while you rested ever so peacefully. He felt as if the universe was screaming at him to come closer to you, as if you were more important than he could ever believe.

Once his fingers brushed some of your (h/c) locks away from your eyes, they all jumped back when your (e/c) orbs suddenly fluttered open, revealing (e/c) eyes for them to gaze at.

Bakugou’s breath was taken away when your bright orbs landed on his own crimson ones, as if trying to read and understand every aspect of him.

While Bakugou remained still along with his crew members, a small gasp escaped his lips when your hand reached up to cup his cheek, your thumb rubbing against the side of his ear while you narrowed your eyes.

A small part of the ash blond was telling him to back away from you, something not feeling right about this, but a bigger part of him was telling him to hold you close and never let you go.

“Your... Your ears.” You muttered, rubbing against the soft skin of his ear while the ash blond looked down to you, raising a brow at your strange comment.

“Yeah..?”

Narrowing your (e/c) eyes you suddenly lifted your nose in disgust, and backed your head away from his own, “They’re hideous.. what’s wrong with them?”

Bakugou’s calm expression suddenly turned into one filled with rage, his crimson eyes narrowed down to yours while his crew members bursted into laughter at your comment.

“The hell, nothing is wrong with them! They looking fucking fine-fuCK!”

Bakugou was getting ready to continue with his angered tangent until a wave of sand was flown in his face causing him to jump back and scream in pain.

“What the fuck?!” Bakugou shouted, rubbing wildly at his eyes until his vision slowly came back only to see you dragging yourself back into the water.

“Cap’n she flicked sand in your eyes!” Kaminari said as they stared to their captain with wide eyes while you made your big escape.

Rubbing at his bright red orbs a few more times, Bakugou let out an annoyed growl before pointing to your form, “Well don’t let the fish get away you good for nothing idiots!”

As if Bakugou just explained the meaning to life, they all let out ‘oooooh’ sounds before making a mad dash after you.

And to think you were so close, so close to escaping alive. That is until a pair of arms grabbed at your tail and dragged you back into the dry sand. Whipping your head back you narrowed your eyes to see the humans tugging at your tail.

Inhaling deeply you began to swing your tail up and down quickly, smirking when it smacked the bright haired boy in the face causing him to stumble back.

“Don’t grab the fin grab the tail part!” Mina suggested, Kirishima and Sero gripping at the round part of your tail causing you to huff in annoyance as they made your escape more difficult.

Whoever these humans were, they didn’t seem very bright. For people that were trying to kidnap you and take your family heirloom of a power, they were doing quite a terrible job. Deciding to take advantage of this, you lifted your arms up, two small streams of water rising in front of you. Ready to whip them back behind you, you swung your arms back until a pair of strong arms grabbed both of your wrists and yanked them behind your back causing you to yelp in pain.

“Oh how the tables have turned you little shit.” Bakugou hissed with a smug grin, as he yanked back at your arms before flipping you over onto your back, “Drag her up against the damn tree so she can’t get away.”

Doing as told, the four crew members dragged your body against the dry sand until your back bumped up against the uneven bark of the palm tree, leaving you stranded on the dry land with these so called pirates.

Realizing there was no way you could out drag these humans to the water you let out a sigh, keeping your arms up defensively while narrowing your eyes to the pirates.

“Who are you all?” You hissed, looking up to their wide eyes, “I understand why Dabi and his filthy crew wants me, could he have spread the news of my power to other crews?”

All five crew members before you stared at you with confused expressions, looking to each other before looking down to you.

“The fuck are you babbling on about fish?”

“I’m not a fish, I’m a mermaid you idiot.” You hissed, narrowing your eyes now to the crimson eyed boy who was now glaring down to you.

“Oh I’m the fucking idiot? You didn’t seem to think so when you were looking at me with those lovey dovey eyes!”’

Rolling your eyes you deadpanned up to the boy with your eyes still narrowed, “I wasn’t looking at you lovey dovey, I was looking at your disgusting ears!”

This set the ash blond off, his fists cracking down to you before the red haired boy stepped in front of him, blocking him from making any regrettable decisions before bending down to you.

“Look miss uh.. whatever your name is.. we aren’t here to hurt you or take whatever this power thing is, we actually came here to stop those bad guys.” The red haired boy said with a kind smile while he nodded to the pink skinned girl to release your hands, making your racing heart seem to calm down while you looked his form up and down to detect any sort of lying from him, “So maybe you could help us out by telling us who you are, and what just happened?”

Looking the five pirates up and down you folded your arms, the tip of your tail flopping up and down in annoyance as you bit your lip, “And how am I to trust you, you wear the same clothes as the Vanguard, you could be working together.”

Getting annoyed with the situation the ash blond finally kneeled down to you, shoving aside his red haired friend that tried to hold him back.

“Look fish girl, if I wanted you dead you would be long gone by now,” Bakugou threatened, his crimson eyes narrowing to your own challenging ones, “And if there’s one thing you need to know, it’s that you never compare me or my crew to those shitty Vanguard Pirates. Those assholes have no honor, we may be pirates but we always fight for what’s right, got that? Or did your pointy ass ears not comprehend that.”

Your lower lip formed into a slight pout when he mocked your own ears before you inhaled deeply. Perhaps you were naive for trusting the five humans, but then again you didn’t have much to lose. If they truly hated the Vanguard as much as they claimed... perhaps they could be of assistance to you.

Letting out a sigh you looked down to your tail, rubbing at your sore wrists before looking up to them with calm eyes, this was going to be a long story after all.

“My name is (L/n) (F/n), and I’m Princess of the East Sea-”

“A princess?! Woah that’s so cool, I’ve never met a hot mermaid princess before!” Kaminari said with wide eyes before he was met with another smack to the forehead causing him to whine once more.

“Let her continue you idiot.” Sero hissed before all eyes were back on you.

“Yes, I suppose a mermaid princess is a bit rare, but this is not why the Vanguard is obsessed with me,” You explained, looking down to the marks on your arms, “When I was born, my mother was taken away from me by an evil spirit, one that was to bring curses to my land. They wanted to take my father, but my mother sacrificed herself. Somehow in this process, I still was born without any flaw, the god’s granting me gifts so my mother’s death would not be in vain. But along with these gifts, is the responsibility to fight off such evils. It is told that one day the evil spirit is to come back, and when it does it will be up to me to stop it.

For years we had been left untouched, no evil dare stepping into our kingdom but as of a few months ago these Vanguard Pirates have been giving my people nothing but trouble. Dabi surely knows of my power, and I fear he works with these evil spirit. If he does, I need to bring him and his crew to an end before the entire world falls into chaos like it was a decade ago.”

The five pirates listened attentively to your words, making occasional face expressions or nods when you brought up an important or shocking point.

“Wow.. so that’s why you have all those cool marks!” Mina pointed out with a grin, causing you to look down to the lines wrapping around your arms and face, “Cause your friend’s didn’t have those marks.”

“Yes you are correct,” You said with a soft smile, “My father said these are my god given marks, proving that I am the chosen one.”

“That’s probably the coolest story I’ve ever heard in my life.” Kaminari said with wide eyes, his face appearing to still be processing your story.

“The real question is.. how can we help?” The red haired boy spoke, his eyes sincere as he looked to you, the rest of the crew holding the same face except for the ash blond who kept his scowl, though less harsh now.

Looking down to your hands you pondered the question, biting you lip as you thought about it.

You still didn’t know if you could trust these guys, what if they were lying about who they were? The ash blond boy did seem very passionate about his hatred for the Vanguard, but then again his brash tone could be very deceiving. Ultimately you couldn’t help but think, if the same evils that took your own mother away from you were slowly coming back to your world, you had to do whatever it takes to stop it.

Even if that meant trusting five pirates.

Letting out a sigh you looked up to the five, your (e/c) eyes seeming genuine for once as you pointed out to the sea.

“How would you like to visit Atlantia?”

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8.11.19

So I’ve never really utilized anything other than a diary to jot down my daily feels, but something tells me I might find some comfort knowing that nobody can sneak into my room and read my journal. Tumblr seems like a good enough void to dump these thoughts into. Maybe it’s my psyche craving a positive outlet.. Id rather this be private, but sometimes connections supposed to help, right? If topics of abuse, death, suicide, or depression trigger you, please do not continue reading. So I guess, let’s start from the top.

I’m 2X years old, & I have absolutely no clue what I’m doing with my life right now. I’m a gamer, & employed, But it’s not like I”m pursuing some great dream. I’m kind of coasting through life, trading experiences for fragments of myself. But I’m honestly rather content, at the moment. I make decent enough money. I can afford to shelter myself, feed myself, & entertain myself. So to some people, yeah it might look like i’ve had it pretty easy. In some ways, I have; in others, not really.

It was just me & my mom growing up. Dad wasn’t around, & i don’t really want to get into that right now. My mom did everything she could for me. And I, of course being a growing hormonal boy, never truly appreciated it until I got into the real world. Thanks mom. She low-key prepared me for almost anything. I graduated high school, no special titles or accolades, but I could hear her screaming well above the entire stadium of parents when they called my name. I hope I can make her that proud again someday. I haven’t seen her in almost 4 years. Life can be a bitch like that once you’re an actual adult.

Since graduating high school, I’ve fathered a child, a little girl, who continues to blow my mind every day, with her brains & beauty. Damn, my ugly mug made one amazing little girl. Everything I do, I do for her. Even when it doesn’t seem like it. The mother & I are still on fantastic terms, but we separated a couple years after the birth. It just didn’t work as a healthy relationship anymore, & our daughter deserved better than that.

After we parted ways, I got myself tangled up with a girl that, in hindsight, I should have never said hello to. Now don’t get me wrong, the first 2 years were truly magical. She was young, beautiful, petite body, alternative with piercings & tattoos. Which was basically me, young, rather handsome, fit body, alternative with piercings and tattoos. A match, it would seem, made in heaven. She made me feel alive again. She reinvigorated me to my soul, showed me new experiences I never could have imagined, or dared to do otherwise. I felt happy. Which for me, is a rather fleeting bird, one that’s typically driven away by the raven. It was just like a fairy-tale. We all know those aren’t real. I should have seen the warning signs. The “red flags” that everyone says I ignored. But red flags look like regular flags when looking through rose-tinted glass. If you’ve stumbled upon this by chance, & are triggered by abuse, or suicide, I suggest you stop reading now.

It started out with little things. Roast-like insults, but sometimes they hurt a little more than they should. Which, obviously, led my mind to tell me “stop being so sensitive.” I’d let it slide. As we approached the 2 year mark, it started getting nastier. Her patience with me was very thin. The smallest error, like I forgot to pick up soda on the way home from my 10 hour shift once, led to me being belittled with insults to my intelligence & even attacks on my dedication to her. It only got worse as time went on. I silently cried myself to sleep most nights. My self-esteem was in an entirely different dimension by this point. I’ve become completely submissive to her. I looked at myself in the mirror one night, after doing things that I regret doing, and being disgusted in myself for letting it get so bad. For never stepping back up & standing my ground. I got us through homelessness. I had helped her get help because she had a severe mental illness that I will not put here. Her every wish, within my power, was my command. Why should I tolerate being treated like something stuck to the bottom of her shoe when kindness didn’t suit her? So I did. That was the first time she hit me. Just once, open palmed to my left temple.

It didn’t stop. It got worse. I will not go into details, because almost 3 years later, I still panic when I try to think about those months. Most of my friends & family do not know how bad it got. And those that do, do not even know who she even was. It collapsed faster when I started to dissociate after multiple (thankfully) failed suicide attempts. I started cheating, trying to get her to leave me, since she wouldn’t allow me to leave her without threatening to kill herself. “You’re my soulmate, I won’t live without you.” She kept me in that state of submissive fear for another year, using the same lines. Using the same deflection tactics to make me question myself. All while calling me her “soul mate”. I hate that fucking word now.

But I did finally get the courage to leave. In the middle of the night, a train ride back to my hometown. She tried to work back into my life a few times over the next 2 years. I eventually stopped talking to her, because she would always try to convince me to come back to her, that it can be different, that she’s willing to start over. So I stopped talking to her last year. And now, I can’t anymore, because last month, she killed herself. I honestly never stopped loving her. I can feel the hole where her energy used to be, the bits she contributed to my soul, snuffed out.. I blame myself for her suicide. And I hate that I fell in love with such a beautiful, toxic soul.

We can skip over the few fling relationships I held while in my hometown, except for one girl, who I will forever thank for showing me what a true loving, healthy relationship, based on trust and open communication can actually be like. We got into it knowing we were on a time limit, because I was already in the process of saving up to move again, this time, 3,000 miles away. But we had good chemistry, and I think the relationship was the perfect amount of time for both of us. She’s a LoZ girl. Major fan. As in, owns every game, tons of merch, follows tons of streamers on Twitch who play Legend of Zelda, especially if it’s Ocarina of Time. Coastal gamer girl is probably the best description of her. She’s still one of my best friends, & I talk to her on occasion. She’s super happy, and living a rather adventurous life. I’m super happy for her.

Our fateful day came, and I had to move away. She comforted me during the entire packing process. Which literally filled 2 boxes I shipped to my new address, my military backpack, & a laptop case. It still resulted in 8 hours of back to back anxiety attacks. I only knew TWO people in the town where I was moving to. One of them, I had never physically met before in our entire 14 year friendship. So, rightfully, I was terrified to leave. I’d reconnected with old friends in my hometown. I’d met an amazing girl in my hometown. I’d landed a really fantastic job in the medical field in my hometown. What was I thinking?! Leave all of THIS?!

But I knew why. She knew why. Everyone in my life knew why. The answer was simple. Yeah, I had a good job, a good girl, & a relatively good life. But I wasn’t truly happy. In my soul. Just as I was in the states I’ve lived before. And that was okay. We had the perfect amount of happiness.

So here I am, in an undisclosed new location, three-thousand miles away from my hometown. And honestly, I’m happier here than I’ve ever been anywhere else. Do I see myself dying here? No, not really. But I could kick it here for a decade or so, if the fates allow my life that long? Sure. The best friend I’d never met before, is just as amazing in person. We play video games together now & then, and go out to the downtown bar scene sometimes for karaoke. There’s 3 roommates total. I enjoy being their roommate. Also, there’s 4 cats. who I absolutely love, and will contemplate posting their pictures here too, for memories sake.

I’ve made some really amazing friends, especially one girl in particular. She’s been very good to me, in many ways. Dinners, events, concerts, party weekend for my last birthday to pass. All while both of us just have a blast around each other. She’s helped me alot these last few months, everything from food to rent, while I struggled to find work, & get on my own two feet. I struggled for 5 months before I landed myself where I am now. So to celebrate, she & I went and got tattoos today.

I got a tattoo of the chemical structure of serotonin on my wrist. To remind myself to be happy, because I’ve already spent so much time being sad. And that I’m going to keep making myself happier, by staying true to myself, learning & growing from the events I’ve been through in my life, both good and bad. Creative, & destructive. Because it’s all molded me into who I am now.

So really without getting into childhood stories, high school shenanigans, & college hijinx, that’s the story of Z. A recent handle I’ve taken to lately, in case someone does decide to read this. I’d like to add to this little... off-site journal once a week, maybe more often.

That’s all I’ve got for today. I’m sufficiently stoned now, & would like to return to playing Apex Legends.

Signing off,

#journal #private #tw suicide #tw abuse #tw drugs #read at your own discretion #do not repost #venting

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