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pupandangelscoffee · 4 years ago

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SWEET LIKE SUGAR, DANGEROUS LIKE SNAKES

Eddie Diaz x Evan Buckley x Reader

Genre: Action, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: alcohol, mentions of drugs, mentions of being shot, mentions of being attacked, jumping out of window (no death), mentions of deaths in the past, inappropriate language

Synopsis: When Buck and Eddie agreed to do an undercover job for Athena, they didnt expect to meet someone like you

Wordcount: 2387

Taglist: @enterprise-medical

When Athena had come to Bobby with the request to allow two of his firefighters go undercover to a rather inclusive underground dance club, he had been against the idea. For one, he didn’t want to put Eddie or Buck in danger, but most importantly, he knew how reckless those two could be and he didn’t want them to risk being caught up in anything more dangerous than their everyday work. But after some persuading from both his wife and the two men in question, he had given in.

That is exactly why they are now standing in the door of your dance studio, eyes following your every move as you lead the group choreo, believing that you had yet to take notice of them and Athena. However, when you send them a smile through the mirror, Buck feels his breath get stuck in his throat. Eddie chuckles between his friend, feeling how the other stopped breathing for a moment while Athena shoots the young male a quick glare. “Remember, Buck, this mission is extremely important. Do not compromise it by sticking your slong where it does not belong,” she hisses as you finish up the dance and make your way over to them. “So, these two are the ones I am supposed to take with me?” You ask with a rather hushed voice, looking them over before raising a brow at Athena. “Listen, Athena, I respect you but with those clothes, they will stick out like a pink elephant in a black room.” You state blankly, earning an offended scoff from the two men and a small chuckle from Athena. Before any of the three could even reply, another girl walks up behind you and wraps her arm around your waist. “Hey babe, who are these two flamingos?” She asked, studying the men from head to toe before chuckling at their appearance. “Did you pick them up at the circus?” She added, making you giggle and shake your head before retorting “nah, I found them outside the clown school. Apparently, they got kicked out for looking too much like a giraffe that drank too much paint.” While the two men look incredibly offended at your comments, Athena tried to bite back her laughter. “Do we have to work with them? They are mean.” Buck whines softly, looking at Athena like a puppy that was just kicked.

Shaking your head a bit, you turn to look at your friend. “Okay, Marie, you will help these two gentlemen find some new clothes, okay? Afterwards Marcel and I will see how well they can dance and help them learn some moves, so they won’t stick out like a wedding dress at a funeral at the party tonight.” You instruct her, earning a small nod before she rushes off, dragging the two dumbfounded men along. “You will take good care of them, right? Otherwise I may lose my husband, they are like sons to him.” Athena explains causing you to nod with a soft smile playing on your lips. “Don’t worry, Athena. I will watch over them like my life depends on them. I just hope that Travis won’t figure out what we are trying to do. I would prefer not getting shot again.” You state before sending her off with a wave.

An hour later, Marie returns with Eddie and Buck, both looking more like they would belong to your scene than being model citizens. At this point, you had discarded your shirt and Buck had to do everything in his willpower not to stare at your chest. “We are back, and they finally don’t look like tropical birds in a crowd of crows.” Marie informs you, smiling at you through the mirror before grabbing her bag and waving goodbye to you, rushing out of the practice room. Turning to the men, you introduce them to Marcel before instructing them to show you some of their dance moves. To your surprise, Eddie was rather good at an assortment of dance styles, whether it was just basic salsa or some sort of break dancing, he was doing well enough that you didn’t have to fear for him to stick out unnecessarily. Buck, however, well he was a completely different story. You wouldn’t say he couldn’t dance, he could, but The Sprinkler and The Carlton would not be received well in any club, especially not one as exclusive as the one you were planning to take them tonight. While you managed not to burst out laughing, Marcel was on the ground, crying from the laughter that was ripping through his body. “Please, please do not do that when we are out tonight.” You beg gently, trying to not let the laughter get out that you were trying to keep down, eyes flicking over to Eddie, who is very amused by his friend’s interesting dance style.

You end up taking some mercy on the poor man, stepping closer to him, and placing his hands on your waist. “Just follow my lead, darling.” You say softly right as the music starts before starting to lead him, giving him a gentle smile as he stumbles a few times. After a few hours of showing him random dance moves that would be acceptable in the club, you hum in succeed. “Great, imma go shower and then we can head out.” You state before grabbing your bag before heading to the shower.

The smell of sweat and alcohol are the first things that hit Eddie and Buck when they finally get to enter the club. You had introduced Eddie as your boyfriend and Buck as your friend from a few states over to get them access to the club and Buck would be lying if he said he didn’t feel his heart sting when you introduced Eddie as your boyfriend instead of him. Weaseling your way through all the bodies, you lead the two boys over to the table where your friends are sitting and to sell the illusion of dating Eddie, you sit down on his lap. Buck quickly averts his eyes as he feels jealousy raise in him, though it dies down as soon as the waitress brings over a tray of shots. Quickly, all of you grab one and down it before your friends stand up as your group’s name gets called out by another group of people. Frowning a bit, you get up as well, whispering a threatening “stay here or I will make sure neither of you have sex ever again” to the two men before following your group to the middle of the dance floor. Of course, the one night you bring in firefighters to a club that has seen more deaths than necessary, is the night your group gets challenged to a dance battle. You figure that they must be new around the club, because your group had a reputation build up about how you didn’t come to play. “Basic rules, whoever gets the loudest cheers gets to stay, the losers leave.” You state, smiling at what you assume the leader to be as you reach your hand out for a handshake. Your opponent nods and takes your hand, shaking it before both of you resume to your positions in your groups.

Meanwhile, Buck and Eddie both stood up, trying to see exactly what was happening. Buck is the first of the duo to end up climbing onto the table to get a better view, becoming completely entranced as he watches your group – especially you – start to dance. Holding his breath, he watches as the crowd goes wild for your group after the battle is over, only releasing the breath once you are back safely at your table and on Eddie’s lap. Eddie quickly wraps his arm around your waist, smiling and pressing a gentle kiss to your sweaty shoulder, clearly enjoying the fact that he got to play your boyfriend for the night.

Both of the men nearly forgot why they were with you and your group of friends in the first place, having a wonderful time and probably a bit more alcohol as they initially planned, though making sure that they were sober in case anything happened. And sure enough, after dancing, drinking, and talking for nearly two hours, three rather big men came up to you three. “Travis wishes to see you.” One of them states, motioning for you three to follow them, which you do. Once you enter the room where Travis is waiting, the bodyguards leave as Travis waves them off. “I see you brought some new friends, Y/N and you didn’t even bother introducing them to me. That is rather rude, ya know?” Travis states as he pulls out a clear bag of some white pills. “Why don’t we show them what real fun is?” he adds, mistaking your smirk for an agreement though quickly frowning as you take a picture of him holding out the pills. “You see, Travis, I don’t think the police would be very happy if I allowed their men to take some of your shit.” You state with a hum as you walk over to him and pat his cheek while Eddie takes out the handcuffs that he had hidden in his pocket. However, before he could get close enough to arrest Travis, the man dropped the bag and ran off. Sighing a bit, you take your heels off before chasing after him, knowing the club like the back of your hand.

A small scream, courtesy of Buck, could be heard when you jump out of the second story window, as he fears. Though when Eddie starts laughing while looking out of the window, he slowly walks closer and the scene in front of him was rather amusing. Not only were you absolutely fine, but you had also managed to catch a very bewildered looking Travis, who did not understand how you were able to cut him off and pin him against the metal fence, since he had been so far ahead. “Oh, this is Julie,” you whisper before slamming his head against the fence again before looking up at the boys. “Are you gonna come arrest him or do you want to continue playing pretty creepy dolls?” You yell up to them, causing the two to spring into action.

Soon enough, Athena shows up and takes Travis off your hands, not even questioning why he has a cut on his face. “He deserved it.” You state with a shrug before turning to Eddie and Buck to thank them and wish them a goodnight. “So, you think we are pretty, huh?” Buck teases before you can even say a word, causing you to giggle. “I said pretty creepy if I remember correctly, but whatever helps you sleep at night, Evan.” You reply before giving him and Eddie each a soft hug and a kiss on the cheek before grabbing your heels and walking off into the night.

It has been a few weeks since the boys last saw you and even if they didn’t want to admit it, they actually missed you. So much actually, that they drove past the place that you took them to, only to find it completely abandoned. Through a stranger, they found out that after Travis was arrested, the whole place fell apart and people just stopped showing up.

So, the surprise was real, when they hear your voice after coming back from a call. Racing up the stairs, they find you and Chris dancing with one another. “Well, what is going on here?” Eddie asks, immediately regretting that his voice came out a little more on the hostile side, but it was his father instinct kicking in as soon as he saw Chris standing without his crutches and only holding onto you. “Well hello to you too, Edmundo.” You state, quickly handing Chris his crutches before grinning and leaning down to his eyelevel. “You wanna show your dad what you learned?” You ask softly, getting an eager nod in return. So you step back and turn on the song that Chris had requested, watching Chris take the “stage” and showing off the dance moves that you had managed to teach him while the 118 was at the call. Meanwhile, the whole team joined you, all of them watching the young boy enjoy himself. “You have a very cute and sweet son.” You whisper to Eddie before walking over to the kitchen to grab two bottles of water, one for you and one for the young boy. “Dad, what do you think of my moves?” Chris asks innocently as he sips from the water bottle that you hand to him opened already, allowing you to pick him up and set him on the couch besides his father. “They were really good.” Eddie smiles, looking at you in amazement before ruffling Chris’s hair. “What are you even doing here?” Buck asks you, the smile on your face faltering. “Athena said it would be the safest if I change back to being a paramedic instead of a dance instructor, especially since I was attacked twice last week.” You add the last part in a whisper, not wanting the kid to hear.

Though you couldn’t help but giggle at the shocked faces of everyone except Bobby, who had been informed by Athena that you would be joining his team, because somehow none of them expected you to be a paramedic. “I finished the training 3 years ago, right after High School. However, I preferred dancing and it paid very well, so I never actually went to the firehouse.” You explain quickly before Bobby added “they will be joining us starting next week”. Huge smiles break out on Buck’s and Eddie’s face as they realize that this means they get to spend more time with you, almost like their wishful thinking has actually worked. A definite bonus was that Chris also seemed to really like you, so perhaps they could make things work.

But with your past? Would it come haunt them as well? Would it bring any of them into danger? Would it put Chris in the line of danger? Could they actually win your heart though? Only the future can tell, but the two men hope that their future is with you by their side.

#eddie diaz x reader #evan buckley x eddie diaz #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley #eddie diaz imagine #911 fanfiction #9 1 1 fanfic

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ladykissingfish · 4 years ago

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At The Zoo with the Akatsuki

*This was an anonymous request in my inbox. Whoever you are, thanks! This was fun to write 😊

Hidan

This guy goes ape for the monkey exhibits. Lemurs, baboons, marmosets ... but his favorite of all are the gorillas. He’s blown away by how intelligent the animals are, and how closely they act like humans. Hidan likes to stand by the glass in these exhibits and make a variety of gestures to see which ones they’ll copy. His favorites are sticking up his middle finger and scratching his behind, which he’ll laugh himself silly over when the gorillas mimic his motions. Besides the primates, he’s also fond of the giraffes enclosure. Once the group went to a zoo where they allowed people to physically interact with these majestic beauties, and Hidan wouldn’t let them leave this one exhibit for nearly two hours, because he couldn’t get enough of petting their long necks. He’s the type to ignore the Do Not Feed The Animal signs for most attractions, and in fact tries to start fights by throwing peanuts and other treats through the bars or over the glass.

Sasori

He mainly thinks that zoos are boring, and doesn’t really get why the others seem so enthused to go. The one thing he does enjoy are reptile houses; he’ll move slowly through the dark rooms and gaze at the different snakes, lizards, colorful frogs, and whatever else is being showcased. Is more of a people watcher than an animal watcher, and finds the reactions of those looking at different species more entertaining than the animals themselves. Will spend the most time walking around with Deidara; he finds the blonde’s childlike enthusiasm to be refreshing, and it’s one of the few rare times that the two can be together without arguing about art.

Deidara

Deidara has an odd, odd grudge against hippos. He’s told the others ad nauseam about a memory he has of when he was a little boy, and his father taking him to a local zoo. According to Deidara, his father wasn’t watching him, Deidara slipped down an embankment and landed in a hippopotamus hole, and the beasts charged at him, teeth bared. He was rescued by the zookeeper, so he says, and he remembers getting “a lot of free shit” because of the incident. But the others doubt that any of this happened, and try (unsuccessfully) to convince him that this was just a vivid dream. But Deidara doesn’t buy it: he’ll stand at the top of a hippo exhibit and hurl insults down below, until the others can drag him away. Aside from this one weird tic, Deidara actually really enjoys the zoo, and spending time with the others in such a calm, relaxing environment. He especially likes the bird houses, and could spend hours whistling at or cooing to the beautifully colored, winged creatures.

Kakuzu

This guy tries to pretend that going to the zoo is a waste of time, too expensive, etc etc ... but in reality he loves this particular outing like no other. He’s never told anybody this, but when he was a very young boy, he lived with his parents on a farm. Exhibits of “common” animals such as sheep, goats, pigs and bulls or bisons puts him in mind of the happier, simpler times of his life. He may be the oldest but he moves faster than anyone in the group; the others think this is because he’s in a hurry to get the trip over with, but really it’s because he’s enthused (and impatient) to see each and every exhibit that there is. Still, Kakuzu is ALWAYS going to be Kakuzu ... he’ll snap at the others if they ask him for money for souvenirs, and he’ll have to be physically dragged from the snack shops once he sees (and starts yelling about) how high the food prices are. “$13.99 for a cheeseburger?! It better be the entire f*ck*ng cow on that plate!”

Kisame

Going to the zoo is always a duality of emotion for Kisame. On the one hand he’s part animal himself, so it bothers him to see other animals locked up and on display like prisoners. But on the other hand, he has the alpha-like mentality that being part human elevates him beyond the level of the others, therefore it’s ok for him to go and look at the “lesser beings”. Although he has fish DNA, by contrast, his favorite things to look at are the big cats. Lions, tigers, leopards, jaguars ... Kisame admires these beauties to no end. “Jokes” so much about climbing the barricades and riding one of these kitties that the others start to take him seriously and someone keeps one hand on his arm while near these exhibits. Walking along in the sun is nice for awhile but after several hours of this he begins to get tired and dehydrated; there’s been several times when he’s been caught taking “a quick dip” in open-water exhibits such as the penguin tank.

Itachi

Lions? Tigers? No, it’s Bears for this boy. These furry mammals provide him with hours of watching delight. He’s especially fond of polar bears, and could spend forever watching them walk around on glaciers and go for swims underwater. One time he and Kisame were sent on a mission to a foreign country. They were supposed to return within 2 weeks, but they didn’t make it back for almost a month. Kisame covered and said it was because they ran into extensive traffic difficulties ... but the reality was the place they were sent to had a zoo with an interactive koala exhibit, and Itachi went every single day to have the little cubs crawl all over him ... even going so far as to put the owners of the zoo under a gengetsu in order to maximize his time limit.

Zetsu

Depends on what kind of mood he’s in, as to whether he’ll join the others at the zoo. If he goes, he is always mistaken for being a wildlife plant mascot, because of his unique foliage. His hobby is trying to sneak into as many exhibits as he can, posing as a plant, before the others (or the animals themselves) notice that he’s there. He doesn’t quite have a favorite animal but finds himself attracted to the gracefulness of flamingoes. He can’t stay with the others too long, however, as all that natural sunlight gives him a “brightness overload”, as he calls it. An ideal zoo day for him would be one where it’s partly cloudy and/or lightly drizzling; but the others prefer to go in the full sunlight.

Konan

Absolutely loves going to the zoo with the others. She’s the one who will read the zoo map and try and put them on a schedule to ensure that they see everything there is to see. Also the only one who will think to bring a bag filled with water and small snacks for the others (which Kakuzu appreciates more than anyone because he hates them wasting precious money on the in-zoo snack stands). Is fond of all the animals but her favorites are elephants. She often tells the others how highly intelligent and sensitive these creatures are, how they look after and care for their mates and their families. Tobi tells her that she reminds him of an elephant, which the others will smack him for because what woman wants to be called an elephant? But Konan will smile and hug him, because she understands what he means. One time as a group they surprised her, and found an elephant sanctuary where one was allowed to play with elephants. Konan spent a full day there laughing and getting sat on/cuddled by playful baby elephants. At the end of the day everyone received a muddy hug and kiss from her, which they tried to act grossed out by but were really happy about. Also should be noted that when at regular zoos, the heeled sandals that Konan wears often quickly tire her out, so more often than not she’ll be offered a ride on Kisame’s shoulders, or (if Sasori is walking around in it) on top of Hiruko.

Pein

Doesn’t particularly like the zoo, because he isn’t the fondest of animals, caged or not. Will only go with the others if Konan insists on it, as she feels Nagato needs to experience some pleasant imagery once in a while (through the Pein body). He’s the type to pick up every single pamphlet or brochure outside of each exhibit, study the information carefully, then quiz the others later on different fact about what they saw. Since he’s not a fan of animals he really doesn’t have a favorite, but he most enjoys watching wolves. He can always identify which one is the alpha male, and he observes the way it leads its pack around for future inspiration for his own group.

Tobi

When they go to the zoo as a group, somebody has to be assigned to this guy, to keep an eye on him. He gets so enthusiastic with the different animals and sights that he often throws caution (and common sense) to the wind, which allows for dangerous situations to happen. Once, he managed to break the gate on the tiger enclosure because he said it looked like they weren’t warm enough where they were, and would probably like to be outside with the people. Chaos and a wide panic ensued, and the rest of the group had had to get him out of there before they were all arrested. Tobi claims he likes all animals the same, that “they’re all Tobi’s friends!”, but his favorite-favorite are penguins. He loves the way they waddle, and will walk around the whole day after they visit this attraction trying to imitate that walk, until Deidara yells at him to “walk like a grown man, Tobi, hm!” He also really likes the snacks that they offer at the zoo and will likely run through his weekly budget as he buys tons of popcorn, candies, and ice cream to munch on as he walks around. Always cries when it’s time to go; usually takes 2-3 other members to drag him out by the arms.

#the akatsuki #the zoo #konan #pein #tobi #deidara #sasori #itachi #kisame #hidan #kakuzu #zetsu

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ask-the-good-creeps · 4 years ago

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can we get some of the carney groups interactions

The mechanical whirring was cut short as Davie switched off his tattoo gun. He wiped the latest piece on his newest client a couple times with a clean towel as he set down his supplies and encouraged the canvas to take a look at the finished image. It would need a bit of time to heal, but this wasn’t her first time getting inked - she was well aware of that. She thanked him for his work and told him how much she loved the art he’d permanently drawn into her shoulder, and he finished the administrative tasks associated with her session today before wishing her well and sending her out the door.

Emma had been his last appointment for the day seeing how the guy who had been scheduled after her had suddenly called it off. Davie was both disappointed and relieved that the man had quit on him; he was glad he didn’t have to work with someone so difficult, but at the same time...strange things tended to happen when he was the only one in the shop. Things that nobody ever believed him about when he tried to tell someone. He found himself hoping for a surprise walk-in as he began doing random housekeeping around the place.

Be careful what you wish for.

The little silver bell on the door rang out. Davie called out a quick greeting to whoever entered as he threw out some garbage in the back room. He heard conversation as he walked back out to the front, and he felt a sinking unease in his gut when he entered to find the front room empty...but the conversation didn’t stop. That could only mean one thing...he was back, and he must have brought a friend this time.

Davie felt sweat start to bead on his forehead as his eyes scanned the room. The voices seemed to be coming from all around him, but there were no people in sight to attribute them to.

“H-hello?” Davie called shakily. The conversation paused for a moment - that was all it took. Oh no.

“Hello!” He appeared out of nowhere, leaning down so his eerily-grinning face was both level with and inches from Davie’s own. The tattooist was almost glad there wasn’t anyone else there; a grown man shrieking like a child and falling back on his ass was usually cause for a little light-hearted ridicule from his coworkers.

“Ah, sorry about that! I always forget how easily startled you are.” the jester laughed and though Davie didn’t think he intended to sound like a maniacal villain, he most definitely did.

“Are you sure he’s alright with us being here? Are you really sure?” Davie turned his attention to the blue-haired maniac’s friend. If his eyes could’ve bulged from his skull and exploded like in a cartoon, they would have.

This questionable character was taller than his already-too-tall companion. The greyscale scheme of his outfit seemed to have leaked out into his very being, as if the clown had been soaked in a vat of magic bleach. His black lips were set into a frown as his creepy eyes bore into Davie’s soul. He had a single black brow raised in question, and his seemingly boneless arms were loosely crossed as he waited for the jester’s answer.

“Of course it’s fine with him, Jack! I’ve been here at least three times already - he knows me!” Candy Pop offered Davie his hand, and the artist reluctantly took it. Pop hauled the man to his feet and turned to face a still-skeptical Jack. Davie’s throat was so dry it hurt to swallow, and he was sure the clown saw him shaking before he realized it himself. The jester had never seemed determined to harm him on any of their previous encounters, but Davie was reluctant to drop his guard around a creature of supernatural origin...especially one capable of things like Pop.

“W-what can I do for you?” Davie asked with a forced smile. He didn’t want to offend these two. Pop opened his mouth as if he intended to answer, but the clown - Jack - beat him to it.

“We can leave if you don’t want us here. It isn’t our intention to terrify you, but this unholy cretin,” Jack gestured to Pop, “has a habit of not knowing when he’s crossed a line with people.”

“Oh, but lines are meant to be crossed, old friend! Life is so much more interesting outside our comfort zones!” Pop laughed again and did an exaggerated spin before looking back at Davie. “I don’t trust anyone else to mark up my skin anyway.”

Davie was too focused on the painfully-wide smile splitting Pop’s cheeks to see Jack roll his eyes. The jester started to tell him about the latest art piece he wanted on his back, but Davie wasn’t paying much attention to his words at this point. He nodded his head almost reflexively until the jester stopped talking.

“Can you do that?” Pop asked at the end of his explanation. Davie snapped back into reality.

“Y-yeah, sure, I just gotta get a sketch down...” he mumbled. Pop clapped his hands in excitement as he turned to head to the chair he always sat in here to get work done. Davie turned to follow him but was stopped. A cold chill ran down his spine as he saw the long, dark claws resting over his shoulder.

“You sure you’re up for this? We’ll leave if you say so.” Jack rasped behind him.

“It’s f-fine,” Davie gulped, “I just...didn’t know you were real before this, that’s all.”

“Pop told you about me last time he was here, then?” there was a curiosity behind the clown’s words. It didn’t sound malicious, but it was hard to tell with how creepy his voice was.

“He, uh...he did a little more than that.” He heard a confused hum from behind him as the sharp-tipped fingers disappeared from his shoulder.

“Did I forget to tell you about that?” Pop was already sitting shirtless on the chair, even though he didn’t need to be for the next half-hour at least while Davie sketched the design he wanted.

“What did you do?” Jack’s voice sounded exasperated, tired, somewhat defeated in the face of his jester friend’s ever-present smile.

“I suppose it doesn’t really matter now, all things considered, but...”

“But...?”

“But I may have gotten a picture of you feeding little ducks inked into my back a couple visits prior.” Davie heard a sound behind him akin to a hard slap, followed by Pop’s echoing laughter. He risked a glance over his shoulder to see Jack with his palm covering his face. The demonic clown seemed completely fed-up with Pop’s antics; having dealt with him a few times now, Davie could easily understand where that sentiment came from.

“Are we going to get this show on the road or not, boys?” Pop asked in a light, sing-song voice. Jack sighed as he and Davie both went over to get started. The tattooist wasn’t surprised to see the jester’s back completely blank. Every tattoo put on this guy faded away after a little more than a week, and it seemed even Candy Pop himself didn’t know why that was. Davie wondered why the guy kept getting tattoos if they weren’t even going to stay for long. What was the point of doing all that work only to have nothing to show for it later on?

He sighed quietly as he grabbed his sketching tools. He remembered the first tattoo the jester requested. A rainbow unicorn that took up his whole back. At the time, Pop had really creeped him out in general, but he hadn’t known the guy wasn’t human. The next tattoo was a snake slithering up his arm, and Davie still hadn’t suspected supernatural issues.

Then, Pop came in for his third tattoo...a full back tatt of Jack feeding ducks. Davie had tried to say that he didn’t think there’d be any room around the unicorn piece, only to stop mid-sentence when Pop exposed his tattoo-less back. His jaw had dropped when Pop responded by saying, “That would have been a really cool idea for my first tattoo, but I’ve got my heart set on this one.”

He had done the piece while doubting his own sanity.

It was the fourth time that started to make him afraid. Pop had come in with a cardboard mustache photo-prop held in front of his face to ask for another full-back tatt. The jester tried to deny he’d been there before when Davie mentioned their previous interactions, and seemed genuinely upset that Davie ‘saw through his clever disguise’ when he finally admitted his identity. And of course, his back was blank again that day.

The jester always requested the strangest, most outlandish things after that. There was a piece of a female version of himself flipping the bird and saying ‘fuck off’, an upside-down giraffe with green square spots wearing a yellow bandana, what could only be described as an alien lifeform offering a striped banana to a faceless cow...his requests never made sense or seemed to have any meaning, and Davie had never expected to see a physical manifestation of one of those images here in his little shop.

He set to work sketching his otherworldly visitor’s latest request, and wasn’t surprised to Jack hang his head in his hands after Pop approved the sketch. Davie found it interesting to know that Pop’s ideas were odd even by the standards of other creatures like him.

The tatt took about six hours; they finished an hour and a half after closing time, but Davie hadn’t been willing to ask him to come back and finish it another time. He could suck it up. Jack had been quiet through the whole thing, while Pop had been his usual chatterbox self. The jester admired his back in the mirror for a few minutes before snapping his fingers. There was a puff of blue smoke, and his shirt was back on.

“I can’t wait to show Jason.” Pop smirked mischievously. Jack had shaken his head in disapproval, but didn’t say anything.

The two entities thanked him for his time, paid and tipped well, and headed out the door into the night. Davie wondered as he locked up the shop later why they didn’t just teleport away. Part of him hoped he’d never see the two living examples of nightmare fuel again, but part of him didn’t mind the thought of it so much. Sure, they were terrifying, but they never hurt him...and he couldn’t deny they looked familiar somehow.

He briefly wondered who Jason was...and why the nude redheaded woman Pop had inked into his back tonight was important to him.

#ask the good creeps #ask creepypasta #creepypasta #candy pop #Laughing Jack #jason the toy maker #jason is so sick of him #short story #ask #anon

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petertingle-yipyip · 5 years ago

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Why Pt 2 - Sweet Pea

// Part One // Highly requested: see tags below to know by who//

//Tags: @southsidearchive�� @wayward-river @reblogserpent @t-a-i-l-o-r-m-a-d-e @nicole13letson // Warnings: Mild language, angst, underage drinking //

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Word Count: 2,211

Summary: Y/N and Sweet Pea both want to same thing, but both are hurting because of the other. Can they find common ground to build a relationship or will they let it all go?

You didn’t know how much time passed between the last time you talked to Sweet Pea, that night where he stood in your trailer and said he was wrong. In all the years you knew Sweet Pea, you had only heard him apologize to Fangs the night he got shot. Sweet Pea apologized even though it wasn’t his fault. The only difference between then and now was that this actually was his fault.

Despite what time passed, you didn’t feel better. If anything, you felt worse. It seemed like now that you two were definitely not talking, you saw him more and more. FP tried to send you two on runs together, but he managed to wiggle his way out of it. Your teachers tried to partner you together but you convinced them otherwise. If you knew Sweet Pea was going to be at a hangout, you’d suddenly feel sick and couldn’t make it.

Maybe it was extreme. Maybe it was unnecessary. But every time you saw him, you got a tight feeling in your chest. You couldn’t tell if you were sad, angry, or lonely.

He was the one to talk to you first. You were at a party outside Jughead’s trailer. You couldn’t remember what it was for. You weren’t even sure anyone told you. All you cared about was free beer.

“Y/N.” His voice came from behind you. You turned so quick you nearly spilled your drink. “Are you alright?”

“No.” You hiccuped. “You wanna know a secret?”

“You’re drunk.” He sighed in disappointment.

“Nooo.” You smiled lazily. “I’m actually ho-“ You tried sliding your free hand under his shirt, but quickly caught your wrist.

“We’re not doing this.” He shook his head.

“You didn’t mind last time.” You slurred, attempting a wink.

“Sounds like you had enough.” He said gently, pulling the cup from your fingers and putting it on a nearby table. “Let’s get you home.”

“Only if you’re staying.”

“You actually want me around?”

“No.” You giggled. “But you’re reeeeeeally good looking and I want to forget.”

Sweet Pea sighed gently, discarding his own drink so he could focus on helping you. He slid an arm around your waist as he guided you to your own trailer. He could smell the beer on your breath and had to stop every few steps to get your back on your feet. You muttered nonsense about being mad still but Sweet Pea couldn’t tell if you were ranting about him since you kept complaining about a snake that rode a giraffe, “a giraffe with snakes on its back” was your exact words.

Sweet Pea helped you into bed, removing your jacket and shoes. You managed to get out of your jeans, but absolutely refused your pajama shorts. You whined for him to stay, pursing your bottom lip and tugging on his hand. But Sweet Pea said he wasn’t going to stay, that it wouldn’t be right for him to stay while you were wasted.

You huffed in annoyance, rolling around so you wouldn’t face him anymore. You loudly complained about him abandoning you again, yelled that you still weren’t enough for him. Soon after your beer-fueled tantrum, you were asleep. You didn’t know if the daydreams were worse than the regular dreams.

In your dreams, Sweet Pea was everything you wanted or needed him to be. He was the Serpent that everyone knew him to be, but he was so much more. You had dreams of having dinner dates at Pop’s, late nights at La Bonne Nuit. You had dreams of riding your bikes to Greendale just to get out of town. And there was no way around the dirty dreams, reliving the one night of pure lust and pleasure.

But there was no future between you two, simply because you didn’t feel that Sweet Pea really wanted to be with you romantically.

Sweet Pea knew nothing could be farther from the truth. He wanted to stay with you, to hold you in his arms as you slept. To be there when you woke up with a hangover. But he also recognized that it might not be his place to be there right now. So he called Fangs, asked him to come check in on you in a bit, and went home.

He couldn’t sleep that night, not that he was sleeping much in the 16 days since you last spoke. Sweet Pea hasn’t meant to keep track, but every day he saw you but didn’t talk to you felt like another knife in his heart. He hated that he had messed things up so bad. He hated that he had practically lost you, as a friend and as anything more.

What little sleep he could find was littered with images of you. Things as simple as your smile, your laugh, the way your eyes lit up when you knew the answer in class. Things as sweet as the smell of your perfume, the sound of your favorite song. Things he missed like your fingers running through his hair, his name leaving your lips.

You woke up the next day with a pounding headache. You found two Advil pills and a glass of water on your bedside table. You quickly took the medicine before you pulled a hoodie on along with your shorts. You pulled the hood up and tightened the strings to keep as much sun out as you could. There was a note from Fangs, saying he hoped you had survived and that you had to thank Sweet Pea for getting you home.

You decided not to talk to Sweet Pea, simply for the fact that you didn’t want to open that door again. That door always ended up with you getting hurt. When you slept with him, when you talked to him that night. So, you nursed your hangover while you worked on your lines some more. It was hard to not reach out and at least thank him for getting you home, but you had a feeling that it would invite a conversation that you didn’t want to address at the time

A few nights later, you were with your friends down by the quarry. You were sitting by the water’s edge, your feet dangling in the cool flow. You were laughing at something stupid Toni said when Sweet Pea sat beside you. You had tried to ignore him but when he spoke, your blood ran hot.

“You’re avoiding me.” Sweet Pea said casually, leaning back on his hands. He turned head to you and offered a cheap smile.

You rolled your eyes and laughed slightly. “Oh fuck off. We’ve been avoiding each other for weeks, maybe even months. Why does it bother you now?”

Maybe being cruel was the only way to protect your already hurting heart.

“How have you been?” He ignored your comment.

“Feeling used whenever I see you.” You shrugged, giving in to the deep need to get out all of your pain. “But... And I hate to say it, still missing you. I can't see the end of this, this game we keep playing with each other. We keep doing this stupid run-around and for what?”

“I meant what I said that night, Y/N. We don’t have to play games with each other, not anymore”

“Yeah, I bet you did.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you acting like this?”

“Am I just supposed to flip the switch and act like you’re the love of my life?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Do you honestly think that I haven’t thought about you?” You asked, your eyes squinted in accusation. “Do you honestly think that I could go on like nothing is wrong? I have been thinking and thinking and trying to figure out what I want us to be.”

“What have you been thinking about?”

“I just wanna feel your kiss against my lips and now all this time is passing by, but I still can't seem to tell you why it hurts me every time I see you. I can’t even sleep without the thought of you haunting me.”

“I never should’ve-”

“Apologies aren’t going to change what happened, Sweet Pea.” You sighed. “I get it. You know that what you did wasn’t fair. I appreciate that you’re trying to make things right but I honestly don’t care for your apology.”

“What can I do to make it up to you?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

“Y/N, please.”

“You don't care, you never did!” You said firmly, aggressively pointing to the ground to make a point. “You don't give a damn about me.”

“How is it you never notice that you are slowly killing me?” Sweet Pea snapped, gesturing dramatically to the side with both arms. “Every day that you walk around and ignore me is hell. I know that I fucked up, but goddammit Y/N, how is doing the same thing going to help either of us? I fucking love you and you act like you don’t even know me.”

“Well isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?” You laughed.

“Just tell me the truth, Y/N.” He gave up. Sweet Pea knew he wasn’t helping the situation by egging you on, throwing gas on your fire. So, he stopped fighting. “If you honestly want me to leave you alone, I won’t bring it up again and we’ll go back to pretending neither of us give a shit about each other.”

“I hate you.” You said sadly, shaking your head in denial. You didn’t want to feel the way you did. You didn’t want to hate him, but you had thought if you had said it, you’d mean it.

“You don't mean that.” He said quickly. “Please, tell me you don’t mean that.”

“Sweet Pea, what do you really expect me to say?”

“I love you.” He shrugged. “And I hate that I love you. I hate it because it scares the shit out of me. I didn’t feel like this with Josie so when it came to you, it was all new to me.”

“Is that supposed to make it better?” You asked tiredly. “I ignored you, and maybe that wasn’t fair, but I was reciprocating your energy. You were avoiding me so I didn’t reach out cause I didn’t fucking feel wanted.”

“Last time I tried to talk to you and I told you how I felt, you kicked me out.” He countered. “How’s that for unwanted?”

“We don’t work, Sweet Pea.” You sighed. “You and I… Maybe there just shouldn’t be a you and I.”

“We can make it work.” He tried to convince you. The near pleading tone he had almost made you give in, almost had you convinced that you two could have a chance. “If we both want it, we’ll figure it out.”

“We’ve done nothing but argue since we started talking to each other.” You sighed tiredly. “It’s exhausting.”

“People fight.” He tried to reason.

“Not like this.” You shook your head sadly. “I’m sorry. I just don’t see an outcome where we don’t grow to resent each other.”

“Everything okay over here?” Fangs asked carefully, coming up to the two of you from the water.

“Everything’s great.” You offered a wide, fake smile before jumping to your feet. “I just remembered I have to get home. I think Kevin wanted to Facetime to run some lines together.”

“Y/N, hold on.” Sweet Pea tried. “I’ll walk you home.”

“Don’t bother.” You shook your head. “Let’s just go back to avoiding each other, yeah? That’s how we work best.”

“That’s not fair, Y/N.”

“It’s not fair?” You asked, shrugging slightly. “Tell me about it. Hey Fangs.”

“Please don’t put me in the middle.” He sighed.

“Don’t do this.” Sweet Pea said at the same time.

“Is it fair to sleep with someone, ignore them for weeks, and then come to their house in the middle of the night to apologize and say that they wanted you the whole time but didn’t know how to cope with their own feelings?”

“You two hooked up?” Toni asked, now beside Fangs to watch your resparked argument with Sweet Pea.

“Is it fair to kick that person out and then drunkenly ask them to spend the night because they wanted to ‘forget’? And then the next time they try to talk to you, you tell them you want them still but you don’t think you’d work together?” Sweet Pea added.

“I never asked you to spend the night.” You said defensively.

“That night I took you home.” He said simply. “You said you didn’t want me around. You just wanted to forget.”

“You’re lying.” You shook your head. “I didn’t ask you to stay.”

“Whatever.” He shrugged, sliding from the ledge to the water. “You want to act like this, fine. If this is really the game you wanna play, go ahead.”

“Wait, Pea.” Toni said, following her friend as he headed deeper into the water and away from you.

“What the hell just happened?” Fangs asked you.

You shrugged slightly, putting your hands out to your side before letting them drop dramatically to your sides. “It looks like I just broke up with someone I was never dating.”

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avis-writeshq · 5 years ago

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Scorpius Malfoy x Reader: Shine

I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPLOADING THIS SOONER! Thanks for the request! This is based on the song ‘Shine’ by PENTAGON. It’s a great song, actually, for all you K-Pop fans. xoxo @justfeelitbboombboom

Requested: Yes

Pairing: Scorpius Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Other: Reader is in Hufflepuff (Sorry to all the Eagles, Snake and Lions out there…). Slight Yandere Scorpius, but who doesn’t love a good Yandere? Reader and Scorpius are in 5th year.

Summary: Being the son of Draco Malfoy had its perks. Well, unless you were a nerd, a geek, and rumoured to be the son of the Dark Lord himself. So when you’re hopelessly and utterly in love with a girl out of your league, you might as well stay away.

Word count: 1,342

Things you probably wanna know, for all you ‘x reader’ illiterates:

(Y/N): Your Name

(H/C): Hair Colour / Color

(E/C): Eye Colour / Color

(N/N): Nickname

***

Scorpius Malfoy went through many challenges. For starters, he was doomed to be the most unpopular kid, even before even he knew who he was. In his third year, he went on a rescue mission of Cedric Diggory with his best friend Albus Potter, sending him into different space-time continuums. He was a Drumstrang student in one universe, a ‘Scorpion King’ the next, and his life was literally on the line when Delphi Diggory turned into Delphini LeStrange-Riddle. But still, he managed to surpass all those challenges and, hey, he’s still alive! And yet, there was one thing he still couldn’t do.

Muster up the courage to talk to you. Sure, there had been Rose Granger-Weasley who was still ever beautiful, but you… you were different. You weren’t a smart-ass, nor were you rude. But you were… nice? How could anyone be nice to Scorpius Malfoy, rumoured to be the son of Lord Voldemort himself? No one has ever been nice to him or Albus, so it intrigued him.

You were the daughter of Luna and Rolf Scamander and the older sister of Lorcan and Lysander Scamander. Naturally, you were rather skilled in Care of Magical Creatures, thanks to your Great Grandfather Newt Scamander. Sorted into Hufflepuff, you made sure people wouldn’t think you as a pushover. Not only that, but you were a very good student. But you had one thing failing...

“What am I supposed to do with this chair again?” You asked hopelessly, staring at the oak chair in front of you.

“You’re supposed to change it into a stuffed giraffe,” your friend, Ella, said beside you. “It’s easy. Just say ‘mutatio panthera’.”

“The only thing I’m getting is a chair with spots on it,” you grumbled.

“Wait, hold on, (N/N),” the blonde giggled softly. “Don’t turn around, but Scorpius Malfoy is looking at you.”

You looked over your shoulder, catching Scorpius’s gaze for a split second before he looked away, a sly smirk on his lips.

You flushed as Ella nudged your side, a frown on her face. “I told you not to turn around.”

With a roll of your eyes, you turned you attention back to the parchment in front of you. “Shut up…”

“I don’t know why you like him,” she went on saying. “He’s a literal nobody.”

“He’s not a nobody, Ella,” you chastised, gripping your birch wand a little tighter. “He’s a cool person. Sure, he may be a little irrelevant, but he’s nice. People just need to get to know him better.”

***

Albus snickered as his friend turned a shade of scarlet. “Calm down, Scorp.”

“She looked at me, Albus!” The young Malfoy grinned, his grey eyes sparkling. “Do you think she’ll talk to me?”

“Do you need a reality check, Scorpius?” Albus rolled his eyes. “We’re nobodies, remember? She would never talk to you.”

“Gee, thanks,” the platinum blonde huffed, slumping at his desk. “She needs help with transfiguration. Maybe…”

“Don’t even try,” a voice interrupted the two. Both boys craned their heads to look at who decided to cut in their conversation. Lo and behold, it was Mark Butcher, the beefy Slytherin seeker. “I heard she’s going out with Jeremy.”

At the name, Scorpius’s nose scrunched up in disgust, “that idiot? She could do better.”

“Who, you?” Mark rolled his eyes. “You’re never going to win her over. Sure, she has a heart of gold, but no way are you gonna get on her level. Jeremy has it all, remember? Plus, he didn’t go back in time for a stupid mission that was never going to work.”

Albus and Scorpius rolled their eyes, turning back to the front. Even though the blonde knew that no one as incredible as you would ever properly notice him, there was a slight burning in his chest that made him die inside.

***

At the end of the transfiguration lesson, Scorpius ran up to you, a bright grin on his face. “Hey, (Y/N)!”

“Hi, Scorpius,” you smiles softly, turning around to face him. “What’s up?”

“I was just wondering…” he bit his lip, his hands getting clammier by the second. “Do you need help with transfiguration?”

You blinked before nodding frantically. “Yes, that would be great! Do you have any day you are available?”

“How about this Saturday?”

You smile slowly turned into a frown. “I would… but I promised Jeremy I was going to go with him to Hogsmeade…”

Of course Jeremy would ruin his plans. Scorpius scowled inwardly before faking a smile. “I’ll have to see if I’m doing anything later. I am a busy man!”

You giggled, “sure thing, Scorpius. It you ever need, I’ll probably be in the Library or out at the Black Lake. See you later!”

***

Saturday came around and you were surprised to find that Jeremy couldn’t make it last minute. Apparently he didn’t finish his potions essay and he had detention with Slughorn, meaning he couldn’t go. You didn’t argue, however, and went around the grounds to find Scorpius. Sure enough he was in the Library, Albus nowhere in sight.

“Hey, Scorp! Good news; I can study with you now!” A bright smile stretched across your face. “So, how do we begin?”

Hours later, you had finally managed to turn the oak chair into a stuffed giraffe. “I did it!” You exclaimed, squealing. “Finally! That took hours…” you let out a content sigh while Scorpius chuckled from beside you.

“That was all you. By the way…” he looked at you from the corner of his eye, trying to supress the smirk that was playing at his lips, “word around here says that Jeremy couldn’t make it last minute?”

“Yeah, that was kind of unfortunate… but that doesn’t matter. At least I got to hang out with you today!” You grinned, bumping shoulders with him. “You wanna do this again next time?”

“Absolutely!” Scorpius blurted, blushing immediately after.

You laugh, eyes sparkling with happiness. “It’s settled! I’ll see you around, Scorpius!” With a wave, you exited the library.

***

Months passed and the friendship between you and Scorpius grew. You really didn’t understand the reason as to why people didn’t like him. After all, he made one small mistake in 3rd Year and did his absolute best to fix it. In your opinion, you didn’t think it was right to hold a grudge over something that happened 2 years ago. Either way, as your friendship with Scorpius grew, so did your feelings. If you didn’t have a crush on him then, you sure as hell do now.

You would talk to him as much as you could, all the while Ella trying to make a move on Albus. Through relentless teasing, you managed to put up with her, and her you. You did your best to drop hints to Albus, but being the clueless Potter he was, took each of these hints as an act of friendship. You wanted to scream. Well guess what, Albus? She clearly is not just a friend!

Anyway, a few weeks before Christmas, Scorpius finally managed to blurt out his heavy secret. In the most iconic way possible.

“(Y/N), can I talk to you?” Scorpius asked, a faint pink dusting over his cheeks.

You smiled, “sure thing, Scorp. What’s up?”

“I…” you saw him look behind you, and you raised an eyebrow at his antics. When you turned around, there was nothing there but empty air.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly, concern lacing your tone.

“Yes! I’m fine! Uh…” he exhaled before looking you in the eyes. “(Y/N), I know this might ruin our friendship, but…” he swallowed thickly, twisting his hands with nerves. “I’LL BE YOU ANTONY TO YOUR CLEOPATRA; YOUR ROMEO TO YOUR JULIETTE!”

From behind you, you heard someone whisper, “didn’t they all die?”

You spun around, but still saw nothing. You turned back to Scorpius, whose face seemed to be on fire. You smiled. “If you’re trying to say that you like me, I like you too.”

His blue-grey eyes lit up. “Really?”

You laughed, “really.”

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starfaring-princelotor · 6 years ago

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No Time Like The Present

Summary: Lotor receives a gift and finds it means more to him than he realizes.

Pairings: Lotor x F!Reader

★ Disclaimer: I do not ship Lotura and I kindly ask that this story to not be tagged as Lotura. This is a Lotor x Reader/Self-Insert OC story which is in no way related to Allura at all. Please be respectful of my chosen pairing. Thank you. ★

Warnings: N/a.

Future Sight___Historic Significance___No Time Like The Present___Thinking Ahead ___Best Friends

Lotor knew he was staring.

He knew he was unconsciously drifting his gaze from the professor to where you were sitting, directly across the hall from him. More than once he had to snap out if it by internally slapping himself, even if you didn’t once recognize the indecent gaze of his eyes lingering on your body. Your mouth. Your neck. Your shoulders. All of you. From the way your quill moved with every flick of your wrist to how those lips would mutter silently to yourself in reminder.

Lotor wondered what else your hands could do. What else that mouth could do. What else hid behind those lustrous orbs of yours. He couldn’t decide between wanting to steal a kiss from you or wanting you to take his breath away with a press of your delicate, pillowy lips upon him. His thoughts were rampant with little care for the rules he labeled as self-respect. And, damn it all, he had to control himself better.

You are not in love. You are heavily infatuated, you fool. You know the difference, now gather your wits and pay attention to the lesson at hand.

Hand. Lotor’s mind flashed an image of your hands, helplessly clinging to his back in wild lust. Were your nails long? Would you be digging them in his hot flesh while his hips grind against your body underneath him? Oh, how he wanted to feel your palm touching his chest, anywhere your curious mind desired. Are you the kind to let your fingertips explore or -

Damn. What was he? A foolish hormone-driven prepubescent again?

“Asked her out to the Yule Ball yet?”

Lotor kept his gaze glued on you and, without missing a beat, answered, “No. I do not think I will.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Shiro was watching his friend, that half-lust, half-adoration look in his eyes, “I heard Throk was going to.”

“You sure hear a lot of gossip nowadays, hm, Shiro?”

“Not my fault Allura’s mice like to hang out with me.”

He would have to hand it to Lotor, though. The man didn’t even flinch when he mentioned Throk. Was he that enthralled with you? Were his rose-colored goggles too tight on his face? Did he even notice you staring straight back at him with a small smile on your lips? No, he thinks not. He was on cloud nine and riding high in his horny thoughts.

“She will not agree to go with him.”

“Never get rid of that confidence, friend. It suits you,” Shiro grinned, containing his chuckle to not draw attention, “Since when could you tell the future?”

“I can not,” he grinned, “But chances are slim for Throk when she, no doubt, has lines of eager suitors just waiting to ask for her hand.”

Shiro was tempted to roll his eyes. What a hopeless romantic, this guy. When his grey orbs caught the black rose sticking out of his friend’s satchel, the Gryffindor prefect shook his head in mirthful amusement.

Hopeless? Maybe not. Romantic? Definitely.

Another crumpled ball folded itself into a snake, the magic from your wand bringing inanimate objects to life. Temporarily, anyways.

If anyone were to come into your room, they would see a zoo littered all over the floor. Paper animals from bears to giraffes tramped over the rug, some hiding under your bed while others sought to rip the smaller one to pieces. Ah, yes, the circle of paper life. It mattered not how noisy they were being. It could not distract you from hovering the tip of the quill over another blank parchment.

And hover it stayed.

The words were not coming to you and that was beyond frustrating. Your penmanship was fine, beautiful even, but the prose? The poetic soul? The letters meant to represent those lingering thoughts in your head were not working with you tonight. Or any previous night, for that matter. All you were doing was wasting ink and time. And yet, you kept trying, struggling to make this letter as perfect as possible for a certain white haired Slytherin.

Sighing heavily, you straighten your back and stretched your arms above you, letting your mind wander.

If there was one thing you appreciated with being Lotor’s friend, then it is that you didn’t need to be perfect. Everyone had flaws, but he showed you twice already that fixing them is what makes you a better person. Change is a good thing. Painful, but good. It was difficult keeping your eyes astray from that mirror shard. Easily one of the hardest hurdles you have ever had to do. You wanted so badly to see your mother, your father, all of you, smiling happily like before they…

“Dear Lotor,”

Dear Lotor? Was that proper for your friend? Hopefully, yes.

“Words can not express how thankful I am to have you by my side.”

You thought back to potions class, the time in the forest, even when he was guiding you to your house’s wing. A small, fond smile spread on your lips.

“Whereas I have been recklessly selfish, you have dutifully”

Dutifully? Ugh. That was not the right word! You know he wasn’t helping you out of duty. Well, not completely anyways. You hastily scratched over “dutifully” then continued writing, figuring this was a good 56th draft.

“You have kindly grounded me to see things more logically, something I have failed to do for someone sorted into the Ravenclaw house.”

Yes, yes. Keep it somewhat light with a self-burn joke. No doubt he would agree with you anyways. Probably chuckle to himself if he reads it. When he reads it. You bit your bottom lip, hesitating on the next words itching to transfer from your mind to ink. This part was always the hardest. The blank yellow tint of the paper mocked you, teased you for the cowardly trepidation gripping your chest. All this time, locked in your room, you came to one conclusion: you liked Lotor. You would consider the both of you as friends, right?

Right.

“If it is all the same to you”

Scratch that. It was too non-chalant.

“I hereby request that”

Scribbles. Too formal.

“Would it be terribly selfish if I were to ask you to attend the Yule ball with me?”

As...friends? Best friends. You felt your face warming up at those two words. Best. Friends. You really liked that.

Prince Lotor was nervous.

A rare occurrence for him, but it did happen. While he brushed off invisible lint from his shoulder, other hand folded neatly behind his back, he kept his posture straight and regal in waiting like a true gentleman. The bottom of the stairs have never felt so intimidating before. His collar suddenly felt too tight and, goodness, was that a scuff on his boots? Who dared step on his shoe without his knowing? He kept sneaking glances to his cuffed wrists, just to make sure he was presentable for the public. No, not just the public. But for you, too. Of course he was fine, handsome even, and yet…he was stiff as if he was going to face a basilisk with only his bare hands for weapons.

Green was still a horrendous color, but he will admit it complemented the black suit wonderfully.

“Prince Lotor.”

Your voice calling his name, with his proper title, drew his nebulous eyes up each carved marble step. That smile on your face suited you well and, in all honesty, was better than the elegant dress draping past your ankles. That beauty radiating from your eyes put the soft sapphire linen to shame. Little did he know, you were thinking the same when you stared in awe at the silver braid crowning his head. Did he even realize he was grinning like a fool with a soft fondness glazing over his sharp face?

“You look beautiful, my dear,” he held his hand out, which you gladly surrendered your own on top of his, “Surely, this flower will not even hold a candle to you.”

You scoffed, he chuckled, “C’mon, Casanova, give yourself some credit here. I’d say try not to attract too much attention at the hall, but that’s nearly impossible for you.”

“Oh? Go on,” Lotor tied the white silk band around your wrist delicately, ensuring the blooming corsage was centered properly, “Think women will drop to my feet and beg for a dance?”

“Ha!” you barked a laugh, “That’ll be the day. But no, it’s more like...you’re just hard to miss.”

With his height, his skin, his hair, yes, Lotor was indeed hard to miss. No doubt people would stare and, although you had no problem with speeches and crowds in a classroom, this was a different setting all together. A social gathering, not something you were accustomed to yet, especially besides someone whose mere presence demanded attention. Lotor curbed the playful banter then held his elbow out for you to take, already sensing your creeping uneasiness while his own nervousness disappeared in thin air.

“I do not suppose you have any more of that invisible ink you used in your letter, hm?” there was a hint of pride at your ingenious trick, one he almost wasn’t able to solve, “We could douse ourselves in it and run off. All those in our year will be there, I doubt they would notice two people missing.”

Besides, it’s not like this is the first time Lotor would bend the rules for you.

“And land you in trouble with the Headmaster Bob? I think not, Mr. Prince Slytherin Prefect.”

“Please,” he said with some exasperation hidden in his grin, “Just call me Lotor for tonight.”

The doors were already open and, from above, you could see the enchanted ceiling sprinkling snowflakes of all sizes. They disappeared before touching anyone’s head, but what truly caught your sight was the bright moon and the powdered tall trees displaying a winter wonderland before your very eyes. Magic was truly a special phenomenon you will never quite get used to.

“Damn, looks like we missed the ballroom dance,” you sure did not sound too heartbroken about it, “Seems like my accursed knack for being late strikes once again. Terrible.”

Lotor arched a brow and grinned down at you, “Nonsense. We will still get our dance yet, darling, though this music is not exactly suitable for it. Nor is...all this wild hopping and flailing.”

While all the students were inside, going crazy to the rock of ages blasting in the hall, Lotor led the two of you out into an isolated garden patio, complete with cement benches, neatly trimmed bushes still shimmering with green leaves, and even a soothing fountain filling the chilly air. Strange, but the cold did not seep into your bones as fast as you thought. In fact, you felt rather warm besides your friend.

A puff of fog left your mouth as you spoke, “It was getting stuffy in there. But, aah, the fresh air is nice.”

You took a deep breath just to emphasize your approval, but when you tried to release your hold from him, Lotor’s bigger hands refused to let you go. He wasn’t clasping tightly at all, more loose to let you go if you truly wanted to. Your questioning gaze and tilt of head made the Prince falter for a second, before he offered you an enchanting smile. Enchanting or mischievous, you wondered?

“I was serious about the dance,” he liked the surprised look on your face, “But if you are not of mind, it is no tragedy, my dear.”

“You know, I failed that lesson. Spectacularly, might I add.”

“Good thing I am not a teacher then, hm?”

A laugh left your mouth before you could stop it, funny bone simply tickled at the light banter. Yes, it is a good thing he was no teacher. You returned to his arms, much to his delight, and placed your free hand on his broad shoulder. Lotor tangled his fingers with yours before setting his palm properly to grip your waist. He was half tempted to squeeze, maybe try to see if you were ticklish at all, but it was your hum of thought that distracted him.

“Just don’t laugh when I step on your toes.”

“I will most certainly laugh. You know this.”

Teasing bastard, but you grinned in amusement anyways. Lotor nearly puffed up his chest, ready to lead you into the dance, but first he started...purring? No, ridiculous. He was humming a soft tune, one completely different than that leaking from the dance hall. Slowly, with the utmost care as if he was holding an ethereal moon goddess in his very arms, the Prince guided you along with his firm, lithe body.

Chest against chest, pelvis flushed together, the surrounding garden and night slowly faded away as the only thing both of you could feel was each other’s sublime presence. He was good at this and, really, now you kind of wish you paid more attention in class. Lotor expertly avoided your missteps, making it seem like you were flawlessly following his guide even though he was doing 95% of the work.

You were acutely aware that he had a smile on his face, one you have never seen him wear since you first met him crossing the threshold into Hogwarts castle.

“You are staring.”

“Can’t help it. Your freckles are distracting.”

“I get that quite often,” he flashed you an honest, handsome grin, canine glinting under the dim moon, then found his throat constricting suddenly, “You may touch them, if you wish.”

As the dance came to a slow end, you decided to take him up on that offer. His hands smoothed down to hold your waist, a way to keep you close to him in this chilly, chilly night. Couldn’t risk you getting a cold or becoming sick, right? Lotor kept still when gentle fingertips trailed up to his chin, barely skimming over his jawline, then gave the barest of flinches as you touched him. His cheeks were freezing, but your warm thumbs caressing over his freckles felt absolutely blissful.

You don’t know why, but you half expected those speckles to glow.

“Hm,” you squinted, eyes narrowed at him and, well, it put him on alert. Was it something he did? Said? Perhaps he was holding you too tight -

“...55...56…”

“...Are you,” he started, realization dawning on him, “Are you counting my freckles?”

A pinch on his cheeks, “Yes! You made me lose count. Stay still.”

But he didn’t. Lotor bellowed out a laugh, head tossing back at the ruined moment. No, not ruined. This was perfect. Not exactly what he expected, but you always did have a funny way to diffuse domestic scenarios. Leave it to you to make him swerve off his intended path. A good thing, no doubt. Always expect the unexpected. His chest was shaking while you tsk’d at him for interrupting your very important assignment.

“Come, darling,” he let out a relieved sigh, the laugh doing wonders on his hardened, infatuated soul, “Sit with me. I have something for you.”

Lotor brushed off the layer of snow from the cement bench then motioned you to take it. He did the same for his own spot before glancing up at the night sky. Beautiful. Always has been, but tonight, those star seem to be glimmering even brighter than before. Your eyes were stuck on the moon and it was in this rare, pleasant silence where the both of you came to understand how...nice it was being with each other.

“Christmas was never something I gave a second thought to because it was too...how do you say? Too sentimental, ” his hand reached into his coat, pulling out an immaculately wrapped square present, “It was not a holiday for me. Celebrating with family over a warm dinner and thoughtful, spoiled presents. Hugs and togetherness spreading cheer and good will to each other. Sickening, really.”

You would have believed him if you didn’t catch that growing smile on his lips.

“But I realize that is wrong. What it means to me does not mean the same for others. Not to you,” his thumb brushed over the shiny bow on the present before he turned and offered it to you, “There are people who had a happy family and...ahem, pardon me.”

Lotor was at a loss for words. This talk was making his heart jump in his chest, crashing into his vocal chords and messing with his brain only because it felt awkward sharing personal thoughts so...openly.

“I simply hope this gift exchange, as you say, is enough to bring back those joyful memories for you, my dear.”

My best friend. Lotor was no dunce. He could piece two and two together, especially after you shared with him the history of your broken family. He didn’t need to hear it all and, judging by how much it affected you, you weren’t going to indulge him. The only thing that mattered was that you were happy. You had a happy family and, damn it, just because his own parents were cruel and heartless doesn’t mean you should follow his chosen path of being the seasonal despondent.

You had good memories of your family, but this? Lotor’s gift? You couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the surge of feelings making your lower lip quiver. You threw your arms around him in a crushing embrace, causing the Prince to stutter at such straightforward displays of affection. And yet, his arms wrapped around your midsection as he returned the sudden hug. This...this felt nice, especially knowing you accepted his gift.

“Thank you,” you swayed him slightly before backing off him, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Lotor. This is...it’s not the same, but…”

Lotor’s smile faltered a bit.

“But it’s much better. Way better.”

Now, he felt ridiculously proud of himself.

“I love it - “

“You did not even open it yet.”

“I know! I’m just taking in the moment! It’s important! It feels good!”

Lotor raised a silver brow and, finally, you pulled the bow and strings off the present. The wrapping came off next. The Prince found himself unconsciously holding his breath in dreadful anticipation. The book with no title laid bare for your very eyes, but you went deathly silent. Intricate etchings in the green leather dye suddenly seemed mediocre for someone like you. The symbolic tree with jade minerals carved into leaves were too dull. He knew he should have gone with emeralds. Much prettier, much shinier, much more suited for -

“Wow…” your voice was low, but full of dazed awe, “You...you made this?”

“Oh, no. I bought the journal,” he watched your fingertips gently skim over the leaves, “But those, I put in myself. I even...ah…”

The timber of his voice trailed off and you turned to look at him to see his gaze fixated on the white floor, “Yes? You even…?”

“So pushy, you are,” he chuckled, running a hand over his hair and trying to steel himself with being so open, “I have enchanted it. Do write in it tonight and see what happens.”

“You aren’t going to tell me?”

“No.”

“See, that’s just mean,” you bumped your shoulder against him lightly, playfully, “Now I can��t wait until the dance is over.”

Would you think differently of him if he said he didn’t want it to end?

“Okay, fine, keep your secrets,” you reached into your bag, “Now, before I give this to you, you have to close your eyes.”

“Oh, really now?”

“Yes, really.”

“Very well, I will humor you.”

You almost wanted to pinch that catty grin off his face, but he did obey when his lids slid close. Taking a few seconds to make sure he wouldn’t peek, you gently grabbed his hand and placed the paper wrapped orb in his palm. At least, you should have, until you noticed a certain pale scar cutting across his skin. The scar from the mirror, an unwelcome reminder of your foolish actions.

Taking a deep breath, you plopped the gift and pushed his fingers up to curl around it.

“Alright, there.”

When he opened his celestial eyes, the first thing Lotor saw was that your smile, as true as it was, had a quick flutter of sadness creeping at the edges. It disappeared before he could question you and he ultimately decided, well, perhaps it was nothing. Perhaps it was that fleeting memory of your family invading your mind again. In any case, he let it go for now, then deftly peeled apart the wrapping covering your gift.

Your leg was bouncing in anxiousness. Every crinkle of the paper was a mocking tune to the gift in his hand. This wasn’t as practical as his gift. Did he like gifts that were more useful than sentimental? Oh, stars, what if this was just going to be sitting in a storage box, hidden away for years because all it ever does is show one’s emotions and -

Lotor’s brows shot up in genuine surprise, “Is...is this blue sandstone?”

“Uh huh,” your hand came up to rub your neck nervously, “Shined it, too, until it was good and ready. Do you...like it?”

Why did you even ask that? It only made your throat tighten more in trepidation, both wanting and afraid to hear his answer.

He could not take his eyes off the orb, inner stars slowly changing to green grass and blooming flowers and sunshine all around. It was warm, so warm that he had to bring both of his hands in to cradle it lovingly. This small gem was...precious. Beautiful. He knows about these, he knows about these intimately, but he never sought to own one himself. Lotor liked to believe he is a man who knows himself both inside and out, emotions included.

But this soothing visual of spring time told him otherwise.

“I do,” he whispered, “I do like it. This is...This is truly an extraordinary gift, my dear. I will cherish it forever.”

Lotor may be a Prince, but right now he felt like a King.

You sighed in relief. Lotor took entirely too long to answer, but when he did, his words made you feel big. Wholesome. Accomplished, even. Then...then you realized what exactly this was you were feeling. You felt accepted. You didn’t feel so alone now. It was quiet, both students simply touching and admiring the gifts given by the other while the stars protected you two from above.

“Do you...want to go inside? Grab a drink?”

Lotor slowly dragged his eyes to lock with yours, a certain tenderness radiating from them in the night. It was a good look on him, one you thought, well, you wouldn’t mind seeing it more often.

“Not yet, my dear. I am...taking in the moment.”

Neither of you wanted the night to end, but alas, even youngsters had their limits. Lotor’s tie was loose, jacket hanging off the side of his chair, and top two buttons of his shirt undone. Still, he wasn’t tired, he didn’t want to sleep, not when the blue sandstone orb was still in his possession. This would easily be a treasured gift he will not share with others. Solely for him and him only. Not even Kova would have the luxury of touching this.

The navy-dyed journal on his desk began glowing a faint, soft hue. Lotor couldn't stop the surge of...joy? Happiness? Eagerness? Something. The surge of something fluttering to his face and planting a smile on his lips. He flipped it open to the first blank page and waited in suspense. He never told you what the secret was because he wasn’t quite sure if his enchantment worked in the first place.

Then, words started appearing on the parchment, words written in your handwriting.

“Dear diary,

Tonight was the most fun I’ve had in a while.”

Lotor grabbed his quill, uncapped his ink bottle, then dipped it before writing right under your sentence.

“Me, too.”

#lotor x reader #congratulations!#the wizarding world now discovered #text messaging #get it #because its in a book #a text book #spacestories #also early post because duty calls tomorrow #and it will most likely be all day

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twopeace-onepiecehcs · 7 years ago

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Oh my! First request! I’m not really good with angst but I do enjoy reading it. For you, I’ll give it a try. I don’t know if you want the character or the s/o in grief so I just picked which one was better.

Ace:

-Your chest was rising and falling at a steady pace. You felt your body slightly shaking out of pain.

- you were actually diagnosed with an unknown illness that slowly ate your life span away. You hated the thought of dying. You hated the thought of not fighting anymore. You hated the thought of…….leaving the man you held dearly so much.

You were currently at Marineford sitting on a wheelchair because you lost the ability to walk, seeing everyone fighting for the sake of the man you loved so much. You were currently guarded by the other Whitebeard Pirates that guarded the ship.

You felt like you were the worst person ever not able to do anything. You did help from afar because you being the sniper of the ship and you constantly wanted to help but you weren’t aloud to move from your spot. You silently cursed almost every second

“Fuck you, Fuck the marines, fuck me!” You muttered.

but the cursing stopped when you saw the last moments of Ace’s life. You saw some damn marine did it. Your eyes widen like it was gonna burst.

-“WHAT THE HECK, ACEEE!! YOU CAN’T FUCKING DIE YET!” you screamed until your throat was hoarse. You force your legs to move stand up. Shaking like a new born giraffe. You walked towards the scene, throwing your weapon in the process.

-you tried running towards Akainu, with your wobbly legs. Activating your haki, you punched him with all the power you tried to muster. Akainu just glared at you. He didn’t do anything knowing how pityful you were. You hated it

- you couldn’t accept it. You were supposed to die first. You landed face first onto ground because your legs could no longer support your weight. You looked at Ace that was in Luffy’s embracement. You fell blood coming out of your nose with your knees scrapped.

-“tch, Ace you jerk. You’re the worst.” You laughed at yourself. Akainu looked at you closely. “Call the paramedics, this girl here has “that” disease!“ He roared.

-what is “that” disease? How come he knows? You asked yourself. You felt cold hands snaking around your body and picking you up.

- you heard the crew shouting to let you go. You gave a sad glance at them “it’s okay, guys. I’m just a burden to you guys anyway. They might know a thing or two about this disease” you said as you remembered the moments where you needed the crew’s aid for almost everything.

-“Please tell Ace after you burried him, thanks for teaching me how great life is. I’ll treasure the memories with you guys forever” you smiled. You made a deal with the marines that if you followed them, they wouldn’t touch a single hair.

- Marco was nice enough and hanged your favourite hairpin at Ace’s grave. They grieved your disappearance the same level as Ace

- so, there you were, shackles on your ankle and wrists. Almost everyday, you were a labrat. Being injected with drugs and undergoing weird side affects. It was a miracle or according to you , torture, that you were still alive.

- you still refused to cry out of stubbornness and maintaining your ego. You just gave a bitter smile to them.

“Ace, I miss you. When can I join you? But for you, I’ll live”

Sabo:

- you couldn’t technically call yourself human. You were a forest spirit that lived in the forest near the Revolutionary base. Forest spirits are usually just a soul with no body but there was a tree that made you have a body. The golden sakura. You were technically one with the tree, of the tree dies, your body dies And you had a special relationship with a blond haired man.

- Sabo enjoyed visiting you from time to time to release stress. You guys would lie on the ground together while looking at the sunset together. You were happy with your current place.

-you were also close with the others. So, you were considered one of them. One day, you heard some bitter news. The Celestial Dragons had plans on the island but they were not pretty.

- you knew about, the revolutionaries knew about it but none of them dared to utter a word about it. They secretly planned on stopping them with hopes they would get to stay at the base

-your were also planning something on your own. You had the ability to control plants and other floral life but you were not a devil fruit user

-you stood infront of the huge army, ready to destroy. The other revolutionaries where captured and chained.You decided to attack using all your strength. Everytime you received an attack, your limbs would just grow back or heal.

-" you brat, hurry up an scram!" The leader shouted as he kept shooting. "Like hell I would" you said calmly. "This is my, no. OUR HOME"

-"Friendship huh?" The celestial dragon laughed. He then pointed the gun he was holding towards Sabo's head. Your expression changed for a mere moment but quickly morphed back.

-you sighed. "How about we trade something? I give you something and you leave" you said as you folded your arms.

- "What would that be?" You put both of your hands onto the rich soil and chanted something. Suddenly, the dear tree that was the one that gave you a 'life' appeared out of the ground.

-Everyones face was painted with shock. "T-the golden sakura...this is worth more than any bounty".

-"yes because it's able to heal any illness" you looked at them with a stoic look. "Fine, I agree with this trade"

-"WHAT!? YOU CAN'T DO THAT (Y/N). DON'T DO SOMETHING STUPID LIKE THAT" Sabo shouted as he protested, trying to free himself.

-you raised your hand Sabo to calm down. You then proceeded "I'll be the one chopping down the tree and you people will have to stay away from here." "How will I know your not lying to us" the cruel man said with a untrusting tone. "A forest spirit is not aloud to lie or I am cursed with a dying forest" you said calmly. "You also need to free my friends"

- the man stayed silent for a while. "fine" he said while telling his army to depart.

-"Are you crazy! Don't do it (y/n)! You're gonna die" Sabo said while the others noded. "Ahahaha, I would never die. Just my body....so, don't worry guys. I'll still be here watching all of you, here" you said while grabbing hold of your axe.

- you swinged your axe. As the blade hit on the bark, you were met with a jolt of pain. You stopped and hissed in pain. You took a deep breath and continued. You felt red liquid coming out of your mouth. Blood, the first time you ever got to see it coming out of you.

- you felt Sabo's eyes stared at you with agony but you didn't look at him. Finally, the tree hit the ground.

-" could you guys help me and send this to them?" You said trying to stop the tears. You felt your body slowly turning into stone. Suddenly, you heard Koala burst into tears. You then saw the others burst into tears but Sabo just looked at the ground out of grief.

-you chuckled. "Don't worry guys, you guys can still visit me everyday". Sabo walked to you and held your cheek while your body was slowly hardening.

- he gave you a sad smile "I'll visit you every damn day". He said stroking your cheek. "Fine then, I'll be waiting" you said smiling while a tear slid down.

-you froze into stone with the most beautiful smile, according to Sabo. He would come everyday and polish your stoned body. He would ask how were you.

- You would respond to him but he couldn't hear. You wanted to touch him but couldn't. You could see and hear him. But it was torture not able to talk to him and touch him

"As long as I can see you everyday is fine even though it's technically torturing myself"

Luffy:

-you were an ex slave but you managed to escape both your master and death at the same time. When you almost died out of your injuries, the Strawhats found you and took you in. For the first time in years, you felt loved.

-the rubbery captain was especially attached to you. He liked how brave and hardworking you were. You knew that you were never technically free from your master's grasp but you decided to ignore it for a while.

-you almost got a heart attack when you knew that your master was able to track you down. He kidnapped Chopper and Nami out of the blue asked for a trade and threatened they would immediately be sent to the government to turn into slaves.

-if course, Luffy was furious and demanded to move immediately. You just bit your lips, guilt slowly eating you on the inside.

-"Why do you look so sad (y/n)? We're gonna save them for sure!" Luffy said when he saw you.

- you just gave him an uneasy smile. You paused and noded with agreement. Alone, you were planning something. You didn't want to burden the others. You were gonna save them no matter what.

- when arrived, you ran after Luffy to look for your master. "YOU, GIVE BACK MY FRIENDS" the young man shouted. "Sure, looks like you brought what I wanted anyway" the master said smirking.

-he pointed to you. Sweat formed on your forehead. Luffy was confused until he figured out you were the 'thing' he wanted.

- as Luffy was about to get ready to attack, you injected a drug to knock out Luffy. You were actually prepared for this and was ready to take full responsibility for this.

-He just looked at you with sad eyes and blacked out. You looked at his unconscious body with guilt. You picked him up then hugged him with all your might.

-"please let me contact someone first". Your master just stood there silently but signalled his minions to free your unconscious friends.

-"Franky, could please come and pick them up. Tell Luffy I'm forever sorry and thank you." You said with a miserable tone. Tears then proceeded to drop down your cheeks and you gripped the den den mushi tighter. "I LOVE YOU GUYS, FOREVEEErrr!IM SORRY I CAN'T COME WITH YOU GUYS ANYMORE!!!UWAHHH!" You shouted with all you can knowing this was your last chance to tell them.

- the other strawhats knew about this except Luffy. They tried to stop you but you were persistent. You didn't have the heart to tell him but you left a note.

-"welcome back, my toy" your master chuckled. "Thank you, master" you said with a insincere smile plastered on your face. You stroked the unwanted logo on the back of your hand.

"Even though it was short, thank you for showing how beautiful the world is, Luffy"

Warghhhh, I think I got a lot of facts wrong but I tried. Sorry if it looked rushed. I'm really sorry it didn't really follow the theme you wanted but I had fun writing Sabo's part. I'm also sorry it's not angsty enough because I'm not really good. Sorry for Luffy's being so bland because I'm used to reading Luffy fluff. Thank you for reading. Love you

#one piece headcanons #one piece scenarios #monkey d. luffy #one piece #portagas d. ace #revolutionary sabo #angst

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chasholidays · 7 years ago

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Hi! Happy (early) Holidays!! I think that you doing this every year is so wonderful and I hope the rest of your year is fantastic! For my prompt, could you do Bellarke as zookeepers who keep finding themselves in more and more ridiculous situations with the animals? Thanks and again, HAPPY HOLIDAYS :D

The first time Bellamy Blake meets Clarke Griffin, he has his arm inside a wildebeest.

It’s with good reason, obviously; he’s not actually a vet, but he’s a trained professional and he was around, and all of them have had to do this kind of thing, one time or another. The baby is breech, and someone has to help. He’s someone.

“That’s Bellamy with his hands in the gnu,” says Murphy. Murphy always calls them gnus and always says the g. Because he is an asshole. “This is the new vet, she can probably help you out.”

“Honestly, he seems to have it under control,” says Clarke. Bellamy does notice she’s cute, at that point, he can’t help it, but it’s not really that relevant. Not when, again, he has his hands inside an animal and is pulling another, smaller animal out of it. That’s really his top priority.

“Really?” Murphy asks. “You got this?”

“Sorry, can you not deliver a breech calf?” he asks. “It’s not my first one.”

“Really?” Clarke asks, squatting down next to him to monitor the process.

“We had a breech giraffe a few years ago, that was fun.”

They chat about that, surprisingly easy and casual considering they’re also getting the baby out while it happens, and Bellamy naively assumes that the next time he sees her, it will be less weird.

It doesn’t seem that unrealistic.

“I’m fine,” Bellamy says, before he’s actually seen the person who came in. “This isn’t a crisis.”

“You literally have a snake attached to your hand,” says Clarke, sitting down next to him.

“Yeah, but not a venomous one,” he says.

“That’s the important thing.” She reaches for the snake carefully; it honestly doesn’t seem much happier than Bellamy does about the whole thing, but it doesn’t know how to get out of the situation. “Do you really not know how to dislodge a snake?”

“I remembered there was a trick but not what is was, so I figured I should wait for backup.”

She slides the snake forward gently. “The trick is that the fangs are curved, so you want to push the mouth forward and unhook them. If you try to pull it off, you’ll rip up your skin.”

The snake slides off, and Clarke inspects it while Bellamy examines his own wound.

“The bleeding won’t be as bad, but you’re going to bruise pretty badly. How did it happen?”

“Problem with the feeding schedule. I thought she wasn’t going to be hungry, but she really wanted something.”

“So I should get her something to eat before she turns on me.”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“Are you all set? Sorry, animals don’t care about bedside manner.”

He smiles. “I’m good. Thanks for the assist.”

“No problem. Hope the hand gets better.”

He waves, and then winces, and then, once she’s gone, puts his head down on the table.

Then he gets some antiseptic and bandages. He’s not an idiot.

“We have got to stop meeting like this,” says Clarke.

“I wouldn’t mind, yeah.” He squints down at her. “Don’t tell me you’re a relationship counselor.”

It’s common knowledge among the zoo staff that one of the peacocks is in love with Bellamy. No one, including Bellamy, knows how it happened, but there are a number of peafowl that are allowed to roam the grounds freely, and one of them is very attached to him. The visitors love it, of course, because whenever he passes they get to see the tail display, but animals aren’t great with consent, and occasionally the peacock gets kind of pushy.

Which is why Bellamy is currently sitting on top of one of the staff golf carts. It’s not like he can’t outrun a horny peacock, but he would rather not have to. And he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt him.

“Just passing by. This is Romeo?”

“That’s one of his nicknames. We’re supposed to have a vote to choose one eventually.”

“But you’re busy.”

“It doesn’t happen that often,” he says. “Just when he sees me and he’s—“

“Horny,” Clarke supplies. “Have you tried not running?”

He frowns. “What?”

“I’m just spitballing here, but you don’t know what he’d do if he actually caught you, right? Like, does he even realize you’re sexually incompatible?”

“Is It your professional opinion that I should fuck the peacock?” he demands. She looks serious.

“Professional makes it sound like I had a class on what to do if a peacock is stalking you,” Clarke says. “This is just curiosity.”

“I guess not,” he admits. “I’m trying to teach him about consent.”

“Yeah, that seems to be going great.” To his surprise, she climbs up next to him on the roof. “I don’t actually know what you do here.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, when I met you, you were delivering a wildebeest. Then you were feeding a snake, and now you’re trying to avoid a peacock. I don’t know what animals you actually work with. Reptiles?”

“Mammals. But I’ve been with the zoo since I was—“ He actually has to work to remember. “I was sixteen when I started volunteering, I think. My mom had a shitty boyfriend and I wanted to get out of the house. So I’ve worked pretty much everywhere. I used to do snake presentations, so—“

“So you really should have remembered what to do with a snake bite,” she teases.

“It had been years!” he protests, laughing. “And I never got bitten before.”

“How’s the hand, anyway?”

He holds it up for her inspection. “Mostly bruised, like you said. Fine.”

“Cool.” She leans over the edge of the roof to inspect the peacock. “At least you get a good show.”

“Yeah, he’s really into me.”

“What do you think that’s called? Like, do animals have an equivalent of furries?”

He chokes on the air. “Wow. I can’t believe I never thought about that.”

“Yeah, that was like my first question.”

“Before asking if I’d tried fucking it.”

“Not actually fucking it,” she protests. “But you aren’t sexually compatible. Maybe he’d give up.”

“How does peacock sex even work?” he asks. “What would he do?”

“Not sure. I’m mammals too, so I’m not great on bird reproduction.”

Which is how he ends up on the roof of a car googling peacock mating habits with his cute new coworker while Romeo squawks at them.

All in all, it’s not a bad afternoon.

They’re friends after that because they can’t not be friends after that, which at least means Clarke actually starts seeing him when he’s not in a compromising position with an animal.

It also means his vague attraction to her turns into a full blown crush, but that’s fine. He hasn’t had a crush in a while, but as he remembers how it works: they’re annoying and then they blow over.

It’s still a relief the first time he gets called to help Clarke in a compromising situation. It feels like some karmic balance. He’s not the only one with this problem.

The call comes over the walkies, when he’s on his way to check on the otters. He’s even passing by the vet station, so when Clarke asks, “Can I get assistance to the vet station?” he’s probably the best person to respond.

“On my way,” he says, and when he opens the door, he finds Clarke on a chair, glaring at her file cabinet.

“Hi,” he says.

Her face clears with some relief. “Hey, Bellamy.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I was trying to examine one of the red pandas and I guess the sedation hadn’t actually kicked in all the way yet. She woke up enough to freak out and get onto the closet, and now she’s asleep and I can’t reach her.“

“Huh. That’s not as bad as I was hoping.” When she frowns, he shrugs one shoulder. “Come on, you keep seeing me when I’m trying to deal with way worse stuff than this.”

She steps off the chair and lets him take over. The red panda is in the very back corner, curled up in a ball, apparently asleep, but he knows better than to trust that.

“Do we have gloves?” he asks Clarke, and between the two of them, they get the red panda off the closet and back onto the exam table without ever waking her all the way up.

“It’s not going to take long, can you stick around?” Clarke asks. “Or do you need to be somewhere?”

He checks his watch. “I wanted to make sure the otters were still good with the new pups, but it’s not pressing. I can hang out.”

“Thanks.” She works in silence for a moment before she finally says, “You know, I never really thought that was you dealing with way worse stuff. I know it was all weird, but–everyone gets into weird positions with the animals. It happens. But you’re good at it.”

“Just what I always wanted,” he grumbles, and she laughs.

“Seriously, I’m complimenting you. I’ve seen a lot of shit, but you’re always calm and cool and smart about it. You don’t panic, and you put the animals first. You had a snake attached to your hand and you were just waiting around for someone else to come help you. Plenty of people panic and do something stupid.” She laughs. “You’re being nice to the peacock that has a crush on you.”

“And that’s weird?”

“Not weird, but it’s usually not so–” She searches for the word. “Universal. Someone might be fine with pulling a calf out, but they don’t like snakes. They love their animals but don’t always get other ones, or they’re not always as good with them.” She shrugs. “I guess I get that it’s embarrassing, but I never thought you should be embarrassed about it. If that makes sense.”

“So, it would have been embarrassing if I was mean to the peacock.”

“I wouldn’t have liked you as much.”

He watches her sidelong as she works, trying to figure out how to phrase what he wants to ask. Flirting with coworkers is always kind of dicey, but he thinks they have been flirting. He’s pretty decent at reading signals. Even if people are a lot more subtle than peacocks.

“How much do you like me, exactly?”

She flashes him a smile. “I’d definitely fight the peacock for you.”

“Really? He looks scrappy.”

“Yeah, but I think I could take him. Also, I think I’m more your type. I hope.”

“Definitely more my type.” It’s his turn to smile. “So, we could get dinner sometime and talk weirdest animal stories?”

“Love to,” she says, and he doesn’t even care that he steps in elephant shit later.

It’s a fucking great day.

“I don’t want you to be jealous,” Clarke says, when Bellamy finds her two months later, on top of a golf cart with a peacock watching her.

“Is that the same peacock?” he asks.

“I’m not sure. I don’t spend a ton of time with them. He’s your boyfriend, shouldn’t you know?”

He climbs up onto the roof with her, and the peacock squawks at them. “I must be a really shitty boyfriend.”

“The worst, definitely. I know you can’t tell me apart from other blonde girls.”

“Nope. Did you try just fucking him?”

She elbows him. “You were right. It’s not that appealing. Even if I could figure out how it would work. It’s easy to tell someone else to try to fuck the peacock, but I don’t want to put my money where my mouth was.”

“Thank god. So is the plan just sitting up here until he loses interest and decides you’re not going to mate with him?”

“I tried telling him I’m taken, but apparently he doesn’t care.” She puts her head on his shoulder. “So, yeah, that’s the plan. Unless you figured out a better way to deal with it at some point and didn’t tell me.”

“Nope. It’s not our fault we’re so appealing to reverse-furries.” He kisses her hair. “I don’t have anywhere to be right now. We can wait, right?”

“Yeah,” says Clarke, settling in. “This is fine.”

#paz-amor-skittles

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pokemaniacal · 7 years ago

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Grubbin, Charjabug and Vikavolt

Today’s Pokémon are probably the strangest thing Alola has thrown at me so far, and definitely spice up the early game a bit – electrical Bug-types with battery-like abilities, which (thank all the gods) conspicuously do not become butterflies or moths. We’ve had beetle Pokémon before – Heracross – and even stag beetle Pokémon – Pinsir – but Grubbin, Charjabug and Vikavolt have little in common with either, as we’ll see.

Vikavolt’s species designation – “the Stag Beetle Pokémon” – immediately gives away what it’s supposed to be. Stag beetles are a family characterised by their oversized, powerful mandibles; where Pinsir uses these to tenderise and brutalise enemies in close combat, Vikavolt instead uses them to charge up its Electric attacks. This family includes some of the largest beetles – and by extension some of the largest insects – in the world, like the giraffe stag beetle, which can reach an impressive 12 cm long, not counting the mandibles (Vikavolt is quoted as 1.5m long, which probably does include the mandibles but is nonetheless downright terrifying). Drawing on the beetles’ hard carapaces, Vikavolt’s design is very angular, with lots of sharp corners and straight lines, giving it an almost robotic appearance. The Sun and Moon website describes it as “like a fortress that zooms through the forest,” which is an odd image, in that zooming through forests is not in my experience something fortresses are known for, but pushes the same sort of design angle. It’s odd that the Pokédex says it “zips around,” and that the website talks about its speed and aerial acrobatic skill, since Vikavolt is very much not a “zippy” Pokémon, nor is it one that has much cause to be “on sharp lookout for an opening.” Stag beetles, much like fortresses, are not exactly graceful in flight, so Vikavolt is slow, and not an actual Flying-type (though it does come with Levitate). This is not a subtle Pokémon. Vikavolt is forceful, rampant and destructive, like Genesect, Drapion or Scolipede. From reading its flavour text, you get the impression that Vikavolt is very good at navigating around opponents to hit their weak points from unexpected directions, but using this thing is rather different: Vikavolt actually handles like a drugged whale, but has no qualms about blasting its way through any and all obstacles with overwhelming electrical attacks. Still, I suppose they did give it Acrobatics and Agility, so I suppose I shouldn’t be too critical of any disconnect there.

What’s interesting about Charjabug and Vikavolt is the weird relationship they have in the wild. Charjabug, we’re told, have a phenomenal capacity to store electricity (hence the battery-inspired design). Vikavolt can take advantage of this by picking Charjabug up and carrying them into battle, slung under their bodies. Charjabug’s extra power can then supercharge Vikavolt’s already devastating electrical beam attacks. In the game, this tactic is represented by Charjabug’s signature ability, Battery, which enhances the special attacks of allies in multiple battles. The ability doesn’t carry over to Vikavolt (who replaces it with Levitate), so at the moment its competitive relevance is pretty sharply limited, though I expect in future it will probably be distributed more widely (it sure kicks the cr@p out of Plus and Minus, while conveying much the same theme). I suppose you can do a kind of support-focused Eviolite Charjabug in doubles (for those not in the know, a Pokémon holding an Eviolite that is not yet fully evolved gets a substantial +50% buff to both defence and special defence), but… ehhhhhhhh? As for where this even comes from in terms of Charjabug’s flavour, larval insects spend most of their existence eating, storing energy in order to sustain their metamorphoses into their adult forms… so we might think that Grubbin, in a similar vein, are devoted entirely to charging themselves up with electrical energy so that, as Charjabug, they can act as power-packs for adult Vikavolt. In turn, we may suspect that Vikavolt’s ability to generate its own electricity is relatively limited compared to more conventional Electric-types. Charjabug, then, isn’t an intermediary stage in quite the same way as Metapod, Silcoon, etc.; it’s actually a fairly specialised organism in its own right that provides important support to its own much rarer adult form. Of course, in the games, trainers’ Vikavolt don’t have the luxury of having Charjabug to assist them with free power… except for Sophocles’ Totem Vikavolt, who totally squanders the Battery bonus by using only physical attacks, a la Ghetsis’ Hydreigon on Black and White 2.

*headdesk*

Before me move on, a quick note on Vikavolt’s evolutionary path. Actually playing with Grubbin in the game’s story is a bit of a pain, because Charjabug is one of three Pokémon (the others being Nosepass and Magneton) whose evolution requires exposure to a “special magnetic field.” In Sun and Moon, this means you have to take them to the Vast Poni Canyon, close to the end of the game, and long after you will have first encountered an enemy Vikavolt (Sophocles’ Totem), which is extremely unusual for the past three generations (normally a Gym Leader’s signature Pokémon is one that either would have recently become available to you, or very soon will). Three-stage Bug Pokémon in the past have been known for evolving very quickly, and being strong early- to mid-game choices as a result. This is basically the key draw of early-game Pokémon – they tend to reach their peak power very quickly. Purely because of the geography of the game’s setting, this is emphatically not true of Vikavolt, making a very odd departure from the way Pokémon availability normally works, to the extent that I almost think it has to be an oversight.

Once you actually get Vikavolt, it’s a pretty tricky Pokémon to use. Vikavolt takes “artillery” to a whole new level. Painfully slow and with defences no better than decent, it nonetheless comes with a special attack score to rival some of the most powerful in the game, like Chandelure. Certainly it has the strongest special attacks of any Bug Pokémon in the game, with even Pheromosa and Volcarona noticeably behind; among Electric-types, only Xurkitree and Mega Ampharos can best it. The previous Pokémon to wear the Bug/Electric type combination, Galvantula, was able to wield incredible forces by enhancing the accuracy of Thunder with the Compoundeyes ability. Vikavolt’s Thunderbolt (or Discharge in doubles) just blows that out of the water on raw power alone, but can’t match Galvantula’s blistering speed. Bug/Electric, as Galvantula taught us, is a pretty solid combination. You only have two weaknesses, Fire and Rock, and Vikavolt adds a useful Ground immunity, courtesy of the Levitate ability. Bug attacks – for both Galvantula and Vikavolt, this is primarily Bug Buzz – cover Electric’s blind spot for Grass-types, and being a Bug-type also makes it thematically appropriate for you to learn Energy Ball, so it’s difficult for Ground-types to switch in and absorb your Thunderbolts with impunity. Those three attacks form the core of Vikavolt’s offensive capabilities. Flash Cannon is its other significant special attack, and is mostly useful to punish anyone who tries to counter you with a bulky Fairy-type special tank like Florges or Sylveon; if you’re confident your team can handle them by other means, ditch Flash Cannon. Air Slash is technically there, but it’s a weak move and doesn’t really fill any major holes in Vikavolt’s type coverage. Volt Switch, the special Electric-type counterpart to U-Turn, is on Vikavolt’s movelist as well. It’s a fantastic move, and always worth consideration, but Vikavolt’s simply not the best Pokémon to use it, for similar reasons to Incineroar, Gumshoos and Toucannon: being slow with mediocre defences, it’s a very difficult Pokémon to get into play safely, and once it’s there, its time is best spent causing as much havoc as possible with its obscene special attack stat. It shouldn’t be aiming to keep itself safe with a hit-and-run, because it may not live to do it a second time; it should be aiming to brutally murder things in, if possible, a single Choice Specs- or Life Orb-boosted attack.

Unlike all those other sledgehammer-style Pokémon I’ve been reviewing so far, Vikavolt actually learns Agility, and the thought of what this thing could do if it could actually move is nothing short of terrifying. Even after using Agility, there are still a number of perfectly respectable Pokémon that will outrun Vikavolt, especially ones that carry Choice Scarves, so you’re probably never going to make Vikavolt a proper sweeper as such, but it might be worth playing around with. Getting Trick Room support from your team is a bit difficult to pull off in singles, but makes Vikavolt damn near unstoppable for a short time if it works. Alternatively, you can Thunder Wave things to slow down important targets in a way that helps your entire team, but playing support seems like something of a waste of Vikavolt’s talent for destruction. If you’re facing multiple opponents, you can slow them all down with String Shot or Electro Web; these moves aren’t worth it in singles but can be useful support options in other formats. Finally, Vikavolt can learn Roost for healing, so, like many Alolan Pokémon, you could theoretically try shoehorning it into a sort of off-tank role, dumping speed and putting a lot of points into Vikavolt’s HP. I’m not convinced it has the durability to really make that work though.

In sum, Vikavolt is another of these Pokémon that Alola seems to like, with one or two very powerful tricks up its sleeve, but enough substantial flaws to make it very difficult to use and abuse. It’s not really a glass cannon, but perhaps something of a porcelain one. That’s an unusual role for a Bug-type, or for that matter an Electric-type, to have (I think the closest comparison is probably Magnezone), so although it’s just about the only Alolan Pokémon that effectively has no unique move or ability, I’m happy to call it pretty original on that score. Its style is profoundly weird; it looks like a distinctly inorganic Pokémon, but it isn’t, and some of the writing team seem like they may have been a little out of touch with how Vikavolt actually fights. On the other hand, it does some really creative things with the relationship between its different evolutionary stages, and the battery theme fits surprisingly well with an insectoid design base. It’s a bit bizarre, but it’s undeniably very cool.

#pokemon #alola #alola pokedex #bugtypes #electrictypes #grubbin #charjabug #vikavolt

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askkidandzoro-blog · 7 years ago

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Thanks a lot. It’s always great to have such cool followers like you. ;)

Now for answering the ask... how about another short story? Maybe I can even get Zoro to throw in some illustrations while I’m at it~

(For bigger versions of the pictures look here: AO3)

“Date idea 63: Go on a double date.“

And while it had not been the worst idea, it certainly had not been the best either.

Maybe it was because Law hated any activity including crowds of people. Maybe it was because Zoro seemed bored by every suggestion not related to physical exercise. Maybe it was because letting Kid loose on most public places could be considered an act of sheer irresponsibility. Maybe it was because Sanji desperately insisted on “something romantic.” Or maybe it even was all those things together. No matter how - in the end the result stayed the same: Just the four of them in the middle of nowhere-woods plus one tent.

They quickly had decided on sharing tasks. Kid and Law would set up the camp while Zoro and Sanji were off collecting firewood and comestibles. It was as simple as that. The definition of “simple“ however is known to lie in the eye of the beholder....

It had been a hot August day so far, draped in a cloudless sky and filled with the chirping of thousands of crickets. In the forest it was cooler though and Sanji was all too eager to leave the aisle behind where their camp was located. One hand wrapped around the handle of a wicker basket, the other dragging Zoro along, who was loaded with every backpack they could muster. After the shower of summer rain the other day - so Sanji thought - the woods had to be stuffed with mushrooms. In fact he could already smell them; amongst all the other damp, soily scents.

“Can’t you let go of my hand?“

Zoro was not too amused about the cook clinging onto him. How was he supposed to collect firewood like that?

“Not happening“, Sanji smiled, following a narrow trail uphill, “I came here for mushroom hunting, not for tracking down lost mossheads.“

“I know the way!“

“As if!“

Laughing Sanji dragged Zoro farther along the path until they reached the top of a small mound. From here the view was breathtaking. Old, gnarly trees watched over the sink in front of them, enclosing it like a protecting cocoon. One side was covered in steep stone, the other in every shade of green possible. A certain magic seemed to fill the place and from underneath branches of fern tiny, yellow dots looked up warily at the two intruders.

“Chanterelles!“

Full of excitement Sanji started to climb down the slope. Those spicy mushrooms were what he had come here for. He even bravely had accepted the possibility of encountering ticks, mosquitoes, deer flies or other vermin in the process.

“Just look at them, marimo! They’re huge! And so many of them!“

He squatted and started to fill his basket to the brim. The smell was irresistible and - oh! - he knew exactly what meal to prepare this evening. After all he had brought along two crates of eggs, which waited for being scrambled. The mushrooms would be a delicious addition and there were more than enough of them to suit their needs. In fact they were so many that he had to use both hands to collect them.

Wait. Both hands?

He stared at them for one moment, then spun around to look back at where he had last seen Zoro.

“Damn it! Marimo!“

Of course he was gone. Lost. Like always. How naïve had Sanji been to expect anything else?

“Oh, you...! Just wait ‘til I’ve found you!“

Angrily he got up again, grabbed his basket and stomped back uphill.

“Oi! Marimo!“

From the top of the mound he already had found him. Which Sanji deemed to be pure luck. Usually Zoro managed to get swallowed up by earth.

“Why did you wander off like that?“, Sanji scolded him while approaching him through waist-high spruce trees, “All on your own!“

Zoro, who had been stuffing branches into his backpacks until now, looked up and furrowed his brows.

“I’m collecting firewood as told, idiot cook!“

“Yeah, but don’t get lost the very moment I’m not keeping an eye on you!“

“I’m not lost!“

“Yes, you a...aaaaaahhhh!“

Sanji had almost reached the spot where Zoro was standing, but then suddenly jumped back fidgeting.

“There! There! There...!“

He pointed at Zoro’s feet, his face the epitome of horror.

“Huh?“

It did take Zoro not too long to realize.

“Oh, that’s why my legs are itching....“

“You’re standing in an anthill, you shitty retard! Get out immediately!“

“Already doing that! Don’t yell at me!“

With a few angry steps Zoro escaped from the tiny insects, which were tirelessly defending their stronghold. It was not all that easy though, as the ants turned out to be clingier than the cook.

“They’re inside my trousers!“, Zoro grunted while wildly shaking his legs and hitting the fabric with his hands. It looked like some silly dance.

Which Sanji did not seem to enjoy watching in any way.

“Stop that, stupid mosshead! You’re getting them everywhere!“, he yelled and even took some more squeamish steps back, “Take off your pants instead!“

“What?“

“Take off your pants!“, Sanji repeated hysterically, “We need to burn them!“

“BURN THEM?“

“At least boil them!“

Zoro stared at Sanji irritated, scratched his leg and then said: “If you really think that’s necessary....“

“I’m pretty sure it is!“

“Okay, okay....“

He knew in which cases resistance was futile. Sanji being afraid of insects was one of those cases. So he took off his shoes and his trousers, then crammed them into one of the backpacks. He shouldered the backpacks again, then stood up straight and looked at Sanji with a grumpy face.

“Satisfied? Can we go back now?“

“I... I guess....“

Undoubtedly Zoro looked hilarious wandering through the woods half naked, and bright red underpants did not help at all to improve that picture.

“You’re looking silly, marimo“, Sanji said as he desperately tried to hold back a giggle.

“Very funny, cook! You know whose fault it is!“

“Ah, come on, let’s check on the others. I’m sure they’ve already put up the tent.“

Little did he know....

The sun burned down at the aisle without any mercy. It were days like these when one could encounter the rare sight of Law in t-shirt and shorts. Any other day he was simply feeling way too cold for what others would describe as proper summer outfit. Today he was feeling way too hot instead. Either way - temperature was just not his thing.

So unsurprisingly he was just sitting on a log right now and skipping through the instruction manual of the tent. It seemed big enough for four people to fit in and even came with its own built-in mosquito net and a canopy in front of the entrance. Sadly though the pictures looked nothing like what Kid was currently struggling with.

“You might be doing this wrong...“, Law said in a bored tone.

“Whatcha sayin’?“

An angry red head appeared from behind a mass of gray tent canvas and mixed up poles.

“It doesn’t even look anything like a tent“, Law added and held the manual in Kid’s line of sight, “And I always thought you were good at engineering.“

“Oh, just shut up and get your own work done!“

“Already finished.“

He pointed at a perfect circle of stones on the ground next to him. It was meant to be the fireplace later on.

“Applause, please....“

Kid rolled his eyes, then vanished behind the tent canvas again. Law only shrugged and went back to reading the manual.

For quite some time none of them said a word. Finally Law sighed and slowly got up from the log.

“Why are you doing this without looking at the manual in the first place?“, he asked and approached that disastrous gray mass.

This time Kid’s head popped up faster than an angry snake.

“You’re such a wiseass, Trafalgar! Why don’t you go on and pitch that bloody tent?“

He kicked some of the helplessly stuck together poles. What only made Law sigh once more, before he almost gently shoved Kid aside.

“We don’t want it broken, Kid. Unless you have the ultimate answer to how to deal with a mosquito-plagued Sanji.“

A grumpy growl was all that could be heard.

“Well, then. Let me see if I can fix this....“

That said Law disappeared somewhere between and under the different layers of canvas. He rumbled and fiddled about, pulled the poles out of their loops, stuck them back in and finally....

“Bwahahaha! Law! Your manual sucks big time!“

“Stop laughing! At least it looks like a tent.“

“It’s upside down!“

Kid was laughing tears, while Law tried to adjust his creation so that it would be a bit more usable. To no avail.

“Forget it, Law! Haha! That’s even worse than mine!“

“You wish. Yours looked like a sick giraffe“, slowly but steadily Law became annoyed, “If I only knew how....“

He grabbed the manual again, comparing it to the thing in front of him.

“A sick giraffe? At least I didn’t forget half of the pieces!“

Kid picked up two parts of an incomplete pole and waved them in front of Law’s face.

“Quit it, Eustass! I’m trying to think!“

“Yeah, obviously you’re not trying hard enough“, he put the two pieces together, then he leaned over the tent to reach some of the loops, “I guess it’s meant to go in here....“

“No, it’s not! Give it to me!“

Still with the manual in one hand Law leaned over the tent from the other side and tried to take the pole away from Kid with the other.

“I won’t! You’re so fucking bad at this...!“

“You’re one to talk!“

Both they were clinging onto the pole in an attempt to wrestle it out of the other’s hand. The tent meanwhile was greatly in their way and not too stable at the same time. In fact it was already tipping, when Law lost his balance and fell face first into the canvas. On top of him landed a cursing Kid and the whole motion finally caused the indefinable structure to overturn.

In uncontrollable wobbles they rolled downhill, still yelling and throwing insults at each other. Somewhere between them gray canvas and an assortment of springing poles.

It was a little stream which ended their journey.

“Fuck that shit! I’m SO done with this tent! I’m wet all over! Law, you’re an asshole!“

“Yeah, you too. Could you please get up? You’re heavy.“

Law was lying on his stomach and seemed to have decided that resignation was the best way to deal with this situation. Underneath him the water was flowing happily, on his back rested a tent and his idiot boyfriend, and to make matters worse the manual in his hand was completely soaked.

Out of all moments this was the one when Zoro and Sanji decided to return from their mushroom hunt.

The sight was not quite what they had expected. For both pairs.

“Are the two of you too stupid to pitch a tent?“, Zoro complained, not knowing if he should be angry or puzzled. Meanwhile Sanji seemed to be frozen stiff in shock.

Kid, who just had crawled to his feet again, stared at them for a second, then he responded: “And you are stupid enough to lose your pants and shoes in the woods? With what were you thinking? Your dick?“

“We didn’t have sex!“

It took them some time to get everything explained.

In the end though Sanji regained his ability to move and shooed wet Law and Kid together with the tent canvas to a sunny spot, so they could dry. After them he sent Zoro, whom he had ordered a treatment from Law against his ant-bites. And while the doctor-in-training applied ointment to the irritated skin, Sanji was happening to the camp. He pitched the tent, lighted the fireplace and prepared four huge servings of scrambled egg with chanterelles. All on his own! So much for teamwork.

Night had settled and an ocean of stars sparkled down from above. The view was exactly what Sanji had wished for when he had decided the hillside to be the best camping spot. Now he sat on one of the logs next to the fireplace and admired the dark velvet sky. On his lap rested Zoro’s head, which he caressed from time to time, both hands deeply sunk into the mossy hair. Zoro himself enjoyed it with closed eyes, but was not yet asleep for a change. Too pleased was he by the cozy atmosphere created by tamely leaping flames, the scent of burned wood and the cool of the night. Calm guitar sounds coming from Law sitting at the other side of the fire rounded everything perfectly off. Although he was just strumming some improvisations, giving Kid next to him rarely seen smiles every now and then.

“You know what?“, Kid said after a while and put a grilled marshmallow into his mouth, “This whole double-date idea certainly wasn’t the best.“

“Yeah, might be“, Zoro answered with a content smile, “But it also wasn’t the worst.“

They all laughed. Yes, this was something they could happily agree on.

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tkuhnhackl · 6 years ago

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i can’t tell if i love you or hate you rn but i really don’t want to do anymore work on this placement nonsense so we’ll go with the former, thanks

i’m stupid enough to actually do all these but i will put them under a read more to spare y’all

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? yeah, i’m really close to both of them. we’re all a little nuts in the family, but in the best way.02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? my mom, when talking to her on the phone on the way back from work today (well, technically i said “love ya, shorty” because my family is not good at sentimentality without a little bit of roasting but close enough, i suppose)03: Do you regret anything? I already answered this!04: Are you insecure? I guess? It’s weird - I’m very comfortable with who I am, that sort of stuff, but things that have happened in the past have made me insecure about aspects of myself - so I suppose my answer is that i’ve become fairly good at disguising my insecurities over time05: What is your relationship status? single af06: How do you want to die? quickly, fairly painlessly, in a blaze of glory - there’s one Brian Jacques novel where the Long Patrol hares mount a final charge to stall the enemy and 8 year old me was absolutely ready to go out wielding a longsword in one hand and a sgian dubh in the other and tbh i’m still lowkey up for it07: What did you last eat? i had tacos for dinner with homemade barbacoa beef (i froze half of it when i made it back in february so i am finally treating myself to the rest of it)08: Played any sports? baseball, softball, basketball, tennis, and soccer/football. i also did field hockey briefly and ran track and field (primarily hurdles) for a year; i wanted to do short track speed skating but my parents were too worried about my safety09: Do you bite your nails? yup, i’ve tried for years to break the habit but every time i get stressed, it happens again10: When was your last physical fight? i’ve never been in a full-on fight; probably high school was the last time that anything even came close to that level and it was still not particularly close11: Do you like someone? already answered this one too!12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? once? usually i end up taking a nap, even if just for an hour, so it rarely ends up being 48 consecutive hours13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? i mean, on an impersonal level, there are famous people i despise. in my own personal life, there are a handful of people that i dislike enough to perhaps call hate but i also don’t believe in wasting my time being angry with them if they’re not even in my life anymore14: Do you miss someone? answered this one as well!15: Have any pets? the loves of my life, my dog Flora and my parents’ dog Liam. also the spider who lives in the corner of my room because sometimes it’s nice to pretend that counts as having company16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? tired, overwhelmed, ready for another vacation, helpless, frustrated, but also hopeful because i’ve got three potential job leads that came up this week (but can’t be followed up on until I return home in Sept)17: Ever made out in the bathroom? nope18: Are you scared of spiders? no, i love spiders as long as they don’t encroach on my personal space19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? as an art history person, absolutely. there are a lot of questions that i had to leave unanswered in my research papers and i’d love to just be able to ask the artists in person (and maybe punch picasso and jackson pollock and tell bierstadt to calm down a bit with the entire congress incident because no one cares about those pictures anymore)20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? a dorm room (idk if it counts as a snog but we’re counting it nonetheless)21: What are your plans for this weekend? finish getting my portfolio done for this placement and hopefully book another trip for next weekend22: Do you want to have kids? How many? i definitely do not want to birth any children, but i’d certainly be open to adopting later in my life should my life lead me in a direction where i feel ready, able, and willing to open my heart and home to a kid. probably only one, definitely no more than 2.23: Do you have piercings? How many? two ear piercings, i used to have my nose pierced but that ripped out in a very painful moment and i’m waiting for it to heal completely before i get it repierced24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? i was a fucking nerd in high school; i think the only subject i struggled a bit in was physics and that’s just because i don’t like theory - in uni, i took classes in a bunch of different departments, but my best ones were art history and anthropology25: Do you miss anyone from your past? answered this as well!26: What are you craving right now? poutine from the Yard, good Knights hockey, a brain that functions in a healthier way, and an end to my writing block27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? i don’t think so? i mean, i feel like it’s highly unlikely28: Have you ever been cheated on? can’t happen if you’re not even in the game 😏29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? see above answer30: What’s irritating you right now? my flatmates, the other work placement who won’t shut up and insists on using the library computer with the cataloging software despite me reserving it, my professors’ general incompetence, international politics31: Does somebody love you? romantically, no, unless the cheesemonger’s really committed to our non-existent relationship. but i’d like to think my close friends and family do (otherwise the love you’s we exchange at the end of conversations are awkward now)32: What is your favourite color? russets and other earth tones33: Do you have trust issues? hahahahahaha yes34: Who/what was your last dream about? i don’t actually remember? i know i woke up disoriented a few nights ago because it was something realistic but idk what i actually dreamed about35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? i cried in front of my mom on skype recently; in person, also probably my mother when she visited a few months ago (moral of the story is that i refuse to cry in front of anyone that’s not family)36: Do you give out second chances too easily? depending on what happened, i really don’t do second chances at all. i’m an expert at putting things in my past and, while i don’t often burn bridges, i’m more than happy to let them fall into ruin on their own 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? to forgive is easy (depending on what was done), but forgetting is much, much harder38: Is this year the best year of your life? depending on my paper grades and this dissertation and whether or not someone wants to hire me, it could well be, but it sure as hell does not feel like it39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 1840: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? no way in hell51: Favourite food? beans and rice52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? not really - i do believe that every experience is one that can be learned from and every one has some sort of value, but i believe that the “happens for a reason” idea ascribes more sentience to the universe than i like53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? did my daily duolingo requirements so that the owl didn’t show up in my bedroom and murder me54: Is cheating ever okay? no, i don’t think there can be any sort of justification for betraying someone’s trust55: Are you mean? not particularly, i can be if i need to be but i prefer not to (i prefer to go for the ‘asian mom threatening glare’ that i have inherited from my mother)56: How many people have you fist fought? zero; for all its portrayals on tv and movies, my experience in american public school had absolutely no physical fights57: Do you believe in true love? no, i find that the concept can be so limiting and people feel pressure to find some ideal that may not really exist (i’m not a romantic in any way, shape, or form whoops)58: Favourite weather? spring, when it’s right on the edge of summer, so it’s warm enough that you can wear absolutely anything and still be comfortable, and the birds are nesting and the flowers are blooming, and the world just feels so alive59: Do you like the snow? yes, but my sad frostbitten toes can no longer handle the cold so i must now limit my time in the snow so i don’t lose them completely60: Do you wanna get married? i wouldn’t say i want to get married; if i find someone and we end up getting married, great. if i stay single the rest of my life, also great. it’s one of those things that i don’t feel is a necessity to make my life complete, but i’m not necessarily opposed to it either if it happens. I have so many things on my bucket list for life, but romance has never been on it.61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? i will accept “babe” but will not accept baby unless it’s followed by giraffe. 62: What makes you happy? dogs that wag their tail a little faster when they see you, the way puffins fly and land, the sound and sight of sea birds reuniting with their partners after spending the last year apart, lilies of the valley beginning to peek out as the seasons change, fruits and veg picked straight from my garden, good food, excel spreadsheets, being the only one in a gallery in a museum and getting to be alone with the art, sharks that challenge our perspectives on what sharks are supposed to be and do, my sports teams winning63: Would you change your name? no. for a long time, i did because it’s always getting mispronounced and, when you go to a predominantly white school district, it’s always hard to be the one kid with an obviously non-white name. but also my last name means ‘king of snakes’ and fuck if anyone’s taking that away from me64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? nope, she remains very dear to me65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? run screaming for the hills, catch me sailing out to shetland on the next ferry because that’s a conversation i don’t want to have66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? yeah, i don’t really believe in having close friends that i cannot act my complete self around, regardless of gender67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? my dad? non-family, the regimental representative at the museum i work at, who’s basically my work dad (who i cook for because i worry about his health)68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? i avoid all deep emotional conversations, so it’d probably be my parents (specifically my mother because my dad is like me). but i did have a deep conversation about politics and race with a girl i met on my trip this weekend up north69: Do you believe in soulmates? answered this as well70: Is there anyone you would die for? absolutely

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sportarobbie-shorties · 8 years ago

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CXIX - Day Trip

Sportarobbie Fanfiction - The 119th Shortie

Based On A Prompt

Warnings: None :)

Summary: While Milford and Bessie are extremely busy, Robbie and Sportacus take the kids to a zoo.

“You did not think this through, did you, Sporty?” Robbie sighs with a smile, as Sportacus stares at the kids sitting on the airship floor, puzzled. They’re supposed to go to a zoo together with the kids, but Sportacus didn’t think about the transportation - the only way they’ll get to the zoo is with the airship, but even though the airship has plenty of room, it does not have safe seats for two grownups and five kids.

“O-okay, I think I got it”, Sportacus claims. “We need four chairs, something that qualifies as a seatbelt, and ducktape.” The kids run off to get all the things listed right away.

Soon enough, Sportacus has set up safe seats for the kids; at the back of the airship, the chairs have been taped to the wall carefully, and they all have seatbelts set up. Ziggy sits on Sportacus’s bed with also a seatbelt attached to the wall, and meanwhile Robbie and Sportacus sit at the front, Sportacus on Robbie’s lap so that he can steer.

“Are you all alright?” Sportacus asks quickly before setting off. The kids all give an affirmative response, and they go flying.

“Are we there yet?” is heard from the back several times during the trip, always from a different kid. Sportacus always responds with a smile that they will be there soon, but eventually, Robbie has had enough: “If I hear that question one more time, I swear, one of you is being thrown out of that door! Hope you have parachutes, because we don’t have any to borrow.” The kids are suddenly silenced, but they do continue snickering a little bit.

Sportacus sighs in relief as they have successfully parked the airship and the kids are completely fine. It takes a little bit of effort to get the kids out of their seats, thanks to the seatbelts being ducktaped to the wall, but they do get out, and they’re really excited about getting to see some animals.

They all go to see some llamas, leaning on the fence and watching them from a distance. “I like llamas. They’re so weird”, Ziggy states. Sportacus smiles at him. “What’s your favourite animal then, Ziggy?” “Elephants! They’re cool! I wish I had a pet elephant.”

Stephanie bites her lip and thinks for a moment. “I’m not that sure what my favourite animal is. I think it might be rabbits. I like rabbits. And dolphins! Dolphins are the best!”

Trixie joins in on the conversation as well: “My favourite animal is the tiger! And I also like snakes and lizards.” Stephanie smiles at Pixel. “What about you, Pixel? What’s your favourite animal?” Pixel smiles shyly and mumbles: “I think turtles. They’re really sympathetic.”

Stingy clears his throat: “My favourite animals are pigs. And I also like hedgehogs. They’re nice.”

Ziggy climbs up on the fence and asks with a big smile: “Sportacus, what’s your favourite animal?” Sportacus chuckles: “That’s a tricky question. I like all animals. They’re all great, but I think my favourite has to be a cat. I love cats.”

Sportacus turns to Robbie with a grin: “What about you, Robbie? Do you have a favourite animal?” “Dogs”, Robbie answers simply. Stephanie hums a small surprised sounding hum: “Really? That’s weird.” “What’s so weird about that?” Stephanie shrugs: “I just never pictured you as a dog person. Felt like dogs would be way too active for you.” Robbie scoffs.

The group goes to see all of the zoo, finding their favourite animals, and getting really excited. When they go to the house filled with different insects and spiders, Stingy gets scared. He holds onto Sportacus tight, but Trixie can’t help herself: “Oh no. A spider has escaped.” She puts her hand crawling on Stingy’s shoulder like a spider, and Stingy immediately screams and runs out of the door. Sportacus frowns at Trixie scoldingly before going after Stingy.

They go to see some apes, interacting with them through the glass. The kids find them very charming, but Stephanie frowns. Sportacus sits down next to her and asks concernedly: “Stephanie, what’s wrong?” She sighs: “I don’t know. I mean, it’s fun seeing the animals, but aren’t they a little trapped in there?”

Sportacus sighs and nods: “Yes, you’re probably right. But I assure you, the people here take very good care of the animals, trust me. And if you want to, you can change things. I know that you can do anything, and when you grow up, I’m sure you’ll manage to make a difference.” Stephanie smiles at Sportacus warmly and hugs him: “Thanks, Sportacus.”

At the end of the day, they have seen everything in the zoo. They’re about to go home, but the kids kept whining, so Sportacus and Robbie decided to let the kids have some ice cream for the ride home, and they even let the kids pick one item from the gift shop each.

Stephanie picks a notebook with pictures of pink giraffes on it, Trixie picks a really long, googly-eyed toy snake, Pixel gets a keychain lizard plushie, Stingy gets a fancy, jungle themed mug, and Ziggy picks a teddybear to be Teddycus’s friend - it’s skinnier and taller than Teddycus, so Ziggy asked Robbie to make the new bear an outfit which would match Robbie’s usual outfit. Robbie begrudgingly agreed.

They get back into the airship, taping the chairs and seatbelts back to the wall. The kids eat their ice creams quickly, and spend the first half of the trip home obsessing over their new notebook, mug, keychain, teddy, and toy snake.

Soon enough, it gets dark, and the kids fall asleep. Robbie smiles at the peacefully sleeping kids, and once they get back home, they carry them into their beds - and with slight struggle, Robbie also carries his exhausted husband back to the lair.

#lazytown #lazy town #sportarobbie #fanfiction #sportarobbie-shorties #fics #sportacus #robbie rotten #married #prompt #the kids

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twistednuns · 6 years ago

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August 2018

I'm gonna be a maid of honour for the first time! And since I'm also responsible for the invitations, the decoration, the schedule... hell lotta work ahead of me but I'm kinda looking forward to it!

I'm hopelessly in love with Daddy on Orange Is the New Black. Exactly the kind of woman I like... that is a soft butch, I suppose? The fact that she is dating officer McCollough IRL is pretty awesome (although I'm obviously very jealous).

Hardcover books with a bookmark ribbon.

Attending the Itchy concert with Manu who acted as a human fan by waving his hat through the air.

A trip to Walchensee with Raphaela! I met her neighbour's huge cat, accidently found out she was pregnant (nobody had known so far), we enjoyed the crystal clear turquoise water and got ice-cream from the van at the edge of the forest. Later: pizza dinner. The best.

Pub Quiz with Lena, Maike and Barbara (I'm still her secret admirer, she's pretty damn cool).

Spending time with Ashley and Kilian! I like the outdoor swimming pool in Dinkelscherben.

A good yoga session. Being really bendy comes in very handy.

Sitting on a hill in Olympiapark with Frank during sunset, seeing the lights from the fair below us getting brighter as the contrast sharpens.

Joan Wasser. Jesus, what a... presence. Aura. Coolness. Whatever it is. Great concert!

Hanging out with Bibi at Starnberger See.

Meeting Kazuki from Tokio! Weird setting though: he cleaned my teeth at the dentist's.

Elsa and Andi's wedding: riding over the fields on a tractor in order to fell a tree in the woods, the train ride, so many storks. The song they played during the ceremony. Dancing until the wee hours. The new house Andi and Elsa built.

Australia. Phew, where can I start. So, the accent is definitely amazing and I'd love to be able to imitate it more appropriately. Anyway. The first thing I noticed upon arriving was that the moon seemed to be upside down and there were new constellations - I saw the Triangulum Australe for the first time and the Big Dipper was invisible. There were strange smells and sounds, I recognised Let it Be just from the beat - someone played it in their house. I arrived at my hosts and cuddled Rabbit the tailless cat in my comfy bed. Avocado on toast and matcha latte for breakfast was a pretty good idea, too. Bless the vegan café!

Petting my very first koala. Watching the fruit bats and the wombats - my favourite. Feeding wallabies and kangaroos. The smell of dextrose and eucalyptus in the Koala Sanctuary.

People getting out of the bus yelling "Thanks, mate!" to the driver. / Seeing my first ibis in the middle of Brisbane, right next to the bus stop. Nobody cared but me. (Later I also saw wild cockatoos and a weird breed of turkey everywhere.) / Pygmalion at the Gardens Theatre in Brisbane. / Thrifting next to the river. / The outside pool at night. / Getting lost on Mount Coo-Tha. / Buying a linen dress at Valley Girl. / My Baskin Robbins obsession. / Australians coming in in slippers and a dressing gown for breakfast at Arlette's Kitchen. / A British teenage girl feeding me with mint chocolate Oreos on the train up north. / Giraffes at Steve Irwin Wildlife Park.

Spending the evening with Gabriel and Jennifer hiking up Mount Ngungun to watch the sunset from up there. The view over the Glasshouse Mountains was breathtaking. I loved the stories she told us about the Aboriginal spirits and climbing up into the cave. She even drove me to my hostel in Caloundra!

Sitting at the white sandy beach one morning after Dutch style apple cinnamon and cream pancakes for breakfast. A pelican casually flying by. Of course. / The fact that the word haberdashery actually exists and that Australians actively use it. / Drawing the beautiful scenery into my sketchbook at a Greyhound bus stop. Sitting next to a giant kangaroo statue. / A sentimental moment: they played Layla by Eric Clapton and the Dominos on the bus and I thought about my dad who loved that song and had never seen Australia before he died. / Speaking of music - I love Australian radio stations. Selected gems were Prince's Raspberry Beret, I Believe in a Thing Called Love by The Darkness, I Try by Macy Gray and The Magic by Joan as Police Woman. /

Staying at Dave's place in Hervey Bay. I mean, he was a show-off cheapskate and probably a bit sexist, too - but we did have fun at the dinner table and Lucie's cooking was delicious. The best part were the two help-ex Frenchies: one of them gave me his car so I could drive to Rainbow Beach and go diving with the Grey Nurse Sharks at Wolf Rock. I loved the diving instructor (long, dark blonde hair and light green eyes, yes please) and we saw loads of pelicans from up close. Well, and the sharks, even a manta ray. So exciting.

Whale-watching! I saw whales for the first time in my life. Absolutely majestic. When you're diving you can hear their songs, one instructor even said that his chest vibrates whenever a whale is close by. From the sailing boat we saw a nursing humpback mother with her calf and quite a few males. One would beat his tail fin repeatedly on the surface because I boat came too close for his taste.

Sailing in the Whitsundays. Seriously, I was very lucky - arrived in Airlie Beach without a booking. Just ran into a random travel agency and boom, there was Mary, selling me a two-night-ticket for a boat leaving in an hour. I met many great people - Peter and the skipper who worked many many years as a diving instructor and told the best stories, the German dudes from Flensburg, Ben from Western Australia (I had a tiny little crush on him), Kelsey from the Isle of Man, Charlotte from the Netherlands. Johanna from Karlsruhe. My highlights: Climbing over the rail, jumping into the ocean right from the boat / meeting George, the toe-sucking giant fish / finding five turtles on a snorkelling tour / Whitehaven Beach - the most gorgeous white silica beach ever, they even filmed parts of Pirates of the Caribbean there; I was able to follow around some lemon sharks and stingrays in the shallow water / feeding seahawks from the boat by throwing pieces of meat up in the air / the swaying motions of the sailing boat make you feel like a baby in the cradle, they make you fall asleep instantaneously / friendly banter with Timo / sleeping in the Orgy Room. Back in Airlie I slept in a room at Magnum's with Charlotte and Johanna and we spent the evening with some others from the boat. We ended up in another hostel's yard where Charlotte was kidnapped by a weird dude who immediately started making out with her.

The Yongala wreck dive. Amazing, seriously. There was a huge school of rays (mainly sting rays and eagle rays) swimming with the current right above me. And I had a close encounter with a white sea snake... Seriously, what a gorgeous experience. Staying at the diving centre in Alva Beach was pretty nice, too. Riding the van with Patrik, getting ice-cream at the store (when we picked up Iolo from Wales and the German travelling with Sasha the budgie), a sunset walk at the beach (woah, crazy tides - I saw a jeep getting stuck in the sand). Oh, and the night out at the pub in Ayr. Meeting Kirsty, the wombat-whisperer. Wearing weird hats, singing, drinking free Rum Fists all night long.

Meeting the South-African sailing instructor at Magnum's. Who told me stories about diving for diamonds in Namibia. It's crazy how much you learn and how many interesting people you meet when you're travelling.

Making my way up to Cairns. Listening to the reef teach lecture about seven-gill sharks. Shopping with Friedericke. And obviously Uncle Brian's waterfall tour. I saw several wild platypuses (platypi?), took hair flip pictures in front of the Millaa Millaa waterfall (and I swam through it - the water was freezing but I loved the prickling feeling on my scalp and watching the water falling down from behind was kinda amazing) and used some boulders as a water slide. We played games and sang along to old songs on the bus and made our way back through the Atherton Tablelands. Adam, the tour guide, was especially great. He made us lick green ants because they really do taste like limes.

Meeting Johanna once again up in Cairns, spending a last day together (snorkelling on Green Island where I got a glimpse of a snapper turtle but apart from that the Great Barrier Reef was pretty sad to look at in that area).

#things i love #personal #present perfect #august #2018 #august 2018

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