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nayvwriter · 3 days ago

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Writing Year In Review

I was tagged by @ninadove to share some snippets of my works from 2024! Expect a lot of nexomon fics showing up. I did try to not just pick nexomon fics...

January

Two fics to pick from, both full of persona 3 spoilers, but this snippet shouldn't be too spoilery:

I have been made a tapestry with but a stroke of pen, an agreement I cannot break until the very end.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53223901 I am a tapestry, the only poem I've ever really written.

February

"But you don't need to worry about me," Elizabeth continued. "I'm not the one who called you here. I'm just here to make sure everything's stable." Then who had called us?

again... everything is full of spoilers...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53536003 I heard you in a dream

March

nexomon time :)

Coco imagined Hope, their friend, at the mercy of a Tyrant. They were only a bronze tamer – they'd only been a bronze tamer for less than a week – they wouldn't stand a chance. He had to warn them. Coco ran. The Tamers made a brief attempt to stop him leaving the outpost, but Coco was faster than anyone there, unencumbered. All they could do was shout that he wasn't supposed to go that way – he knew that, thank you very much. He didn't want to be running towards a Tyrant either, but – he had to make sure Hope was okay.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54633652 Hope's Renegades, which if you've been following me you've probably seen me talk about a LOT. my masterpiece, or so I like to think.

April

Omnicron's children still fought against the humans, yet humanity survived. Metta had been the first to take a human form, before Nara's 'death', justifying that perhaps understanding humanity would help Omnicron's line defeat them. The others picked it up afterwards – Omnicron called it foolish, and yet since nothing else seemed to stamp out the humans it was worth a shot. Nara, too, took up the habit, hiding away with the humans and teaching them how to work in harmony with Nexomon. And when the time came, her chosen human, Ulzar, led an army against Omnicron and his children. One by one, they fell. Ventra was defeated through her arrogance – thinking a mere human could never best her, she allowed herself to be disadvantaged, fighting in a great building she could not fly from. Arqua, they lured onto land through her rage, and killed her when she could not summon the oceans for her protection. Luxa was struck down as he flew in the skies, his huge size working against him as he was attacked from all sides. Fona carried his fire with him, so they fought him where nothing around them could burn, prepared for the infernos he would summon. Grunda they fought from the air, now open to them from Ventra's death.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55292992 The Era Of Omnicron, nexomon again.

May

Didn't post any new fics in May (unless you count the incredibly spoiler-filled Amelie and Lydia ramble) but I did post new chapters of Hope's Renegades.

'Do you think they're dead?' Coco sent. 'Nora didn't know.' If they were dead, then – well, it could still change things. But at least they couldn't show up out of nowhere and take Hope away, like Hope had worried about in their darker moments. They didn't want to lose their friends. 'Is it bad that I'm more scared that they're not?' Hope sent. 'I don't know why you're so convinced your parents can't be anything good,' Coco sent. 'I sort of get it – I accepted a long time ago that mine aren't coming back, and Mentor is the only parental figure I need. I wouldn't want him trying to let me go. But I don't think he'd do that.' 'Maybe not for you, but I'm wondering if he might have known my parents too,' Hope sent. 'At the least, he knew someone who did.' 'Yeah… I don't know what to say to that,' Coco sent. 'But… you're fifteen and a gold tamer, and you have us. Your parents don't need to mean anything unless you want them to.' '…Thank you, Coco,' Hope sent sincerely. They wished they could believe that.

June

"I'm still scared," she confessed. "What's going to happen now?" "I don't know," Blue said. "But humans are survivors, right? We're stubborn, we don't give up. Whatever comes, we'll make it through, Nexomon at our side – I'm definitely not letting anything happen to my friends. I promise. And you're my friend too." "Thank you," Deena said. "I… we'd better get moving if we want to make it back before sunset." Seeing Blue's beaming smile, Deena wondered how she'd ever wanted to let this go.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56962774 peppermint humanity

July

so many chapters of Hope's Renegades (LITERALLY EIGHTEEN POSTED THIS MONTH I was posting daily for a while). almost wanted to share something spoilery but I'm not spoiling one of my favourite games so have an out of context snippet instead

They all knew what this meant, knew the choice they were making for the first time, and made it freely. No matter what lay ahead, they'd face it together. The challenges ahead might be more dangerous than anything they'd faced, but they had each other now. As long as they were together, they could be brave, could be strong. Now they understood what had brought them so close, instead of worrying about the mysteries behind their connection or surrounding them all – for the first time, they had let go of that, and were free to give all they had to each other. Now they could trust one another with everything they were… it felt like together, they could face anything.

August

Nara saw the girl again – she'd almost been expecting it. And the girl didn't seem quite so startled, either. But it was winter, now, and the girl was bold enough to nod to Nara and continue hunting on the ground for anything edible. She frowned, examining a plant as if she couldn't tell if it was edible. Nara was pretty sure it wasn't. It was winter, now, but with the humans in such decline the Nexomon were hardly wanting for more. They could afford a few losses. And the girl… Nara sort of liked her. Nara made her way over to a bush that had a few leaves on it and tapped her hoof next to it, sending out energy into it. Within moments, the vegetation was leafy and plentiful, enough to fill the girl's entire basket. It wouldn't last, so she might as well take it now. Nara picked a leaf and dropped it into the girl's basket, then stepped back and pointed at the bush. The girl seemed incredibly shocked – and so well should she. This wasn't just mercy, but kindness. If Father ever found out… Well, maybe it would be fine? He didn't punish Luxa or Arqua too much for occasionally playing with their food. (But that would only work if she killed the human at the end.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58014205 brambles, tagged as 'fluff with an unhappy ending'. yes it's nexomon again.

there were a lot of oneshots to pick from this month. eleven, to be precise, as well as the last chapter of Hope's Renegades and the first chapter of its sequel, and that's not counting the meta posts. wow.

September

He woke up with a start. The first thing he did was look himself over. Four orange-furred limbs and twitching ears – a cat, huh? Hopefully this was normal, but he had the feeling no-one would pay that much attention to him anyway. The body felt strangely familiar, and he was easily able to walk around. "C'mon Coco," Ross hissed, poking him. "It's the big day, remember?" Coco, huh? Not a bad name.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58663802/chapters/149475909 Coco's Purpose, which I swear isn't abandoned-

October

okay this snippet actually does have hollow knight spoilers

The Knight reached the central chamber, staring at the chains that would bind it. The feeling became too much to ignore. It was scared. The Hollow Knight didn't want to do this. But it had to. It wasn't supposed to have fear. It wasn't supposed to have wants. It wasn't supposed to be. It had been given no choice because it was expected to have no ability to choose… though would the Pale King still have gone through with the plan if he had known, and if it had chosen differently? It had never tried to tell him. Hallownest needed to be saved. It was easier to let him and everyone else believe the Hollow Knight was just that – hollow. (Though some of the Knights seemed to suspect otherwise.) It had to do this. The Hollow Knight would be the last knight of Hallownest, long after the others fell… remaining eternally on guard. Protecting Hallownest, the kingdom they could no longer hear, the kingdom they knew nothing of any more. They couldn't wait here too long. Without any external stimulus, the Hollow Knight seemed to lose track of time very easily, and it didn't want one of the Knights shouting down the hallway to check it was still there. It had never exactly followed mortal timescales one-to-one… nor had the King exactly, the Hollow Knight remembered sitting with him once and only realising it had been hours when Ogrim had come to find them. Perhaps that would make their imprisonment easier. The Knight walked into the centre of the chamber and let the chains wrap around its arms. It had brought its nail. It did not know why it had brought its nail. The King had trained it in battle to make it stronger, but it shouldn't matter how strong it was physically. It shouldn't matter how strong it was at all. But a lot of things shouldn't matter. The King had many backup plans. For the first time, the Knight wondered if it was making a mistake. But it was by now far, far too late.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59872954 the sealing of the knight

November

She glanced back. Back, towards the direction she'd come from. Back, towards the settlement of humans she'd just left. They didn't know her, didn't know what she was – that she was supposed to kill them all. She'd called herself Rose, a temporary name after the colour of her hair. They'd trusted her so easily, as she walked amongst them. She had seen it all – the human's kindness, their hope, their tenacity even after everything they'd been through. What she and her siblings had put them through. Monsters. They were monsters, Omnicron and his children, waging war against humanity, and no matter how stubborn the humans were they couldn't hope to win. Not alone. Not when every spot upon the world was controlled by a child of Omnicron that could command the elements themselves. The sea, the sky, the caves, the forests, everything was under their command. She walked amongst the forest, looking at the sun streaming through the emerald leaves, trailing her hand across a tree trunk. She stopped and looked at it, her five fingers spread out against the dark brown wood. They were cloaked in golden gloves, the same shimmering colour as accented the true forms of all of Omnicron's children. She wanted to remove her gloves, feel the bark upon human skin…

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60790342 fading thorns, Nexomon, written for the 100 minutes challenge (which is very very fun)

December

New Wirral was about the most multicultural place you could imagine, with people from not only different countries and backgrounds but different worlds. As such, there were many traditions practised on the island, usually with whichever of your friends you could drag into doing it with you, and most of them weren't widely known. It didn't help that not everyone had the same calendar, having arrived from different times – people tended to either use their own personal calendar starting from the day they got here, or (more often, at least if they'd been here a while) the one Ianthe kept for the rangers so they had accurate records. As midwinter approached, those traditions started coming into play. Given the bleakness of the world, it was a clear time for celebration to lift spirits, and that meant a lot of occasions. Clemence started making a whole lot of cinnamon rolls to share out on the winter solstice. Eugene, once he found this out, volunteered to help – this led to several other people pitching in as well. Kayleigh joined as well, confessing to Cass that it felt really nice to help out without pressure on her. Snow started falling outside as they baked, and Cass took Barkley out to play in it, which he seemed to appreciate quite a lot by the sounds of the excited barking.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61711540 Like Chimeras, Cassette Beasts, also written for the 100 minutes challenge.

My fic output has been increasing over time, but you can see a very clear uptick when I got into Nexomon. So many oneshots and an entire 138k longfic (with a sequel in the works). This fandom has sucked me in hard. It did, of course, help that I had a lot of free time around that time... it also really helped that there were people leaving comments on almost every single fic and every single chapter of my fics in that fandom. you know who you are <3

I can't think of anyone to tag, but if you want to do this, give it a shot!

#nayv original #writing #nexomon #ask game #well close enough #Hope's Renegades

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richs-japan-tabi · 7 months ago

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May 22 - Kyoto Imperial Palace

I woke up late today, so I didn't have time for breakfast. We began today's scheduled excursion by going to the Kyoto Imperial Palace. I was a little tired and hungry since I missed breakfast, so I wasn't in the best mood. I thought the palace was interesting, but unfortunately, I couldn't hear the guide's explanations well. Between the poor-quality microphone and the sound of people treading on gravel, I couldn't understand him. Luckily, the reading's primary focus was architecture and city planning of this period, so I could still appreciate most of it. However, I enjoyed the garden more than any of the architecture. I thought that the garden was beautiful, and I was able to take some nice pictures in front of it.

Afterward, we voted to determine if we would take a lunch break after the palace. Unfortunately, most people wanted to continue. Thus, the following site we visited was the Kyoto National Museum. Kyoto National Museum is an art museum with artworks and copies of artworks hundreds of years old. For this reason, they do not allow pictures in any of the exhibits. In addition, backpacks were to be held in front of your person, and pens were not allowed. I thought the pen rule was excessive, given that all the artworks were protected in glass, but I did not mind. As for the artworks themselves, they came in many different shapes and forms. Some popular forms included panels and scrolls. I'll elaborate more on an artwork that stood out in the academic reflection.

After about an hour at the museum, it was time for lunch. We didn't know what was in the area, so we looked around and stumbled across Ito-chan, a restaurant specializing in udon, soba, and donburi. I got the nabeyaki udon special for 1,100 yen. While not the best thing I have had in Japan, it was a good meal. Additionally, being a small restaurant, it had an authentic feel that chains cannot replicate.

When I finished lunch, I started preparing for my Tokyo trip! My girlfriend landed here a few days ago, and I am excited to see her. I am currently writing this blog post on the Shinkansen to Tokyo. I still find it incredible that such a fast train is equipped with WIFI good enough to write a blog post.

Academic Reflection

The assigned reading for today primarily focused on the development of Kyoto. The reading explains how the previous capital, Nara, was perceived by many as being old and out of style. Kyoto was the modern replacement of Nara, the former capital of Japan. I found this point especially interesting, considering that Kyoto is now considered by many to be old and traditional. The grid of roads reflects the city's modernity. The naming convention of avenues was a number succeeded by Jo. Confusingly, the areas in between these jo are also called jo. Even today, this system remains and gives anyone traveling in Kyoto a better understanding of the city.

The reading also talks about the Imperial Palace. Notably, I could see some of the gardens, meeting areas, and the famous two trees described in the reading. Of course, since the original has burnt down multiple times, the one I saw today is not the same as the original construction.

Finally, my final point of discussion centers around the artwork I saw at the museum. The Landscape of the Four Seasons, illustrated by Sesshu, is a brilliant art work. It was painted with ink and light color on silk in the 15th century when Sesshu was in China. Sesshu was an incredibly famous artist of his time. I was thoroughly impressed with how many of the museum's artworks were illustrated by him.

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whatsinmypen · 2 years ago

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Starter Fountain Pens

(that aren’t the Pilot Metro or Lamy Safari)

(So you never have to ask me for recs again)

New to fountain pens? Long-time enthusiast? No matter, you’re probably sick of hearing about the Lamy Safari and the Pilot Metropolitan (or Pilot MR in certain markets) and their respective merits as beginner fountain pens. It feels like every other day someone asks for suggestions for their first fountain pen, and inevitably the recommendations for either of those two come flooding in.

It’s not without reason. I’m guilty too—the Lamy Safari is still one of my favourite pens of all time (and I will still recommend it), and the Metropolitan is just about the safest bet you can make on a fountain pen when you’re just getting started.

That being said, there are a ton of other pens out there, and I feel like newbies sometimes miss out on pens they might like better. So, to help further our collective horizons, here are 22 OTHER fountain pens for absolute beginners. With links!

All under $30.

1. Pilot Varsity ($3.30 or $21.25 for assorted 7-pack)

Afraid of commitment? Looking to dip your toes before diving in? No problem--just try out a disposable fountain pen! For a pen designed to be disposable, the Pilot Varsity writes pretty well and comes in 7 fun colours. Just mind the paper you're using--it can bleed through pretty easily, as it is one-size nib only (and that size is medium).

2. Platinum Preppy ($6.00)

Not quite as "disposable" as the Pilot Varsity, the Preppy has a few advantages: multiple nib sizes (though they're all pretty fine), a wide assortment of colours, and can even take a (proprietary) converter if you so choose. They do crack pretty easily, especially at the cap and grip section, but they're still a solid choice for a fountain pen newbie.

3. Jinhao 993 Shark ($3.95)

Not only are these pens adorable and affordable, their (hooded!) nib is exceptionally good considering the low price, though medium is the only nib size you'll get. Don't feel too bad though, because this pen comes with a converter included! I honestly have zero complaints about this pen, it's an awesome, quirky buy.

4. Jinhao x450 ($9.90) & x750 ($9.99)

Now these look like fountain pens. Pull one of these out at a meeting and you'll definitely get a couple of questions (or perhaps encounter a pen friend out in the wild!). Metal construction, medium (& somewhat gushy nibs), and a converter included? Sign me up! They might be a little heavier than what you're used to, but otherwise make for a great starter pen.

5. Paili 013 Vacuum Filler ($9.95)

Pro: a vacuum filler pen for under $10?? Yep. Forget those cartridges and unleash the power of bottled ink with this surprisingly reliable fountain pen!

Con: If you're a newbie, you're likely unfamiliar with this filling mechanism, so it might be a little daunting. But I promise there's no mystery, and YouTube is your friend!

6. Platinum Prefounte ($11.00)

Another Platinum, this time a little dressed up but still fun! The Prefounte comes in both fine and medium nibs and takes either proprietary Platinum cartridges or converters (sold separately, unfortunately). This pen is also pretty forgiving if you end up forgetting it in your drawer: Platinum's Slip & Seal mechanism can keep the ink from drying for quite a while (allegedly, up to a year). Keep in mind, Platinum pens tend to have a little bit more feedback (read: scratchy feel on paper), so if you don't like the feel of writing with pencil, for instance, maybe opt for a medium nib.

7. Luoshi Labyrinth ($12.95)

If you want something striking and unique, this Luoshi might be right up your alley. The Labyrinth is an all-metal pen with a surprisingly smooth medium-fine nib. It might be a little too weighty for those not accustomed to hefty metal pens, and some people have complained that the cut out labyrinth design adds some discomfort to lengthy writing sessions, so keep that in mind!

8. Pilot Kakuno ($13.50)

If you've heard good things about the nib on the Pilot Metropolitan but wanted something cheaper/quirkier, boy have I got good news for you! Marketed for children in Japan, the Kakuno has the same nib unit as the Metro, making for a superb writing experience at a considerably lower price point. They come in a ton of colors and take proprietary Pilot cartridges or converters. Nibs of different sizes come engraved with different smiley faces for extra fun.

9. HongDian Black Forest Series ($16.95)

This pen is just cool. Matte, all metal finish? Check. Cool colours? Check. Converter included? Check. Matching colour nib? Check (on a couple of them, at least). Though this pen is metal, it is pretty slim and comes with a textured grip, making for a pretty comfortable writing experience (unless, of course, you don't like slim pens!)

10. Kaweco Perkeo ($17.00)

I call this pen Kaweco's Kakuno, because... well, just look at it. Then go back up to #8 and see that I am right. Regardless, this pen is a solid choice for a beginner, with different nib options (all pretty smooth) and a great assortment of colours. It also has a triangular grip, which will help you hold the pen in the correct position--though some people find it uncomfortable, so keep that in mind!

11. Platinum Plaisir ($17.60)

Pros: Aluminum body, several colours to choose from, different nib options (fine & medium), and Platinum's magical sealing cap to prevent your ink from drying.

Cons: Converter (proprietary) sold separately. Boo.

12. TWSBI GO ($18.99)

This little pen (the most affordable TWSBI iirc) has quite a few things going for it. It comes in several colours and has a bunch of different nib sizes (from extra fine all the way to a 1.1mm stub). The filing mechanism (a simple spring loaded piston) is very practical and easy to use, though it may be a little unfamiliar to most beginners and will require bottled ink (so go ahead and add to cart while you're at it!).

13. ONLINE Slope ($19.00) & Switch Plus ($20.50)

Smooth writers with ergonomic grips (i.e., triangular) to keep you in position when writing. Both the Slope and Switch Plus are made of plastic with stainless steel nibs that come in both medium and fine and write pretty smoothly. They're a great choice for a beginner, but maybe skip these two if you're not a fan of the triangular grip or if you like heavier pens.

14. Delike Mojiang Pocket Pen ($19.95)

If you'd like to give pocket pens a try, maybe start with the Mojiang. This little pen is all-metal, which gives it a nice heft despite its small size. It only comes in fine, but writes more like a medium. Though it takes standard international converters and cartridges, watch the size--some converters might be too long to fit! Furthermore, smaller pens usually mean smaller ink capacity, so if you're writing in long sessions you may have to refill more frequently.

15. Moonman M2 Eyedropper ($21.95)

If you want a large ink capacity and want to see it slosh around your pen as you write... well, look no further! Though this pen can take cartridges and converters, it was designed as an eye dropper pen, meaning you fill the body of the pen itself with the ink of your choice with... you guessed it, an eyedropper (included!).

16. Wancai Mini ($21.25)

Same as the above, just. Teeny tiny!

17. Diplomat Magnum ($23.20)

Despite its lofty name, the Diplomat Magnum is pretty slim, not to mention super light. It has a nifty little ink window so you can keep an eye on your ink level and comes Diplomat's soft touch stainless steel nib (in sizes extra-fine to medium) for a super smooth writing experience. This is another pen with a (less pronounced) triangle grip, and comes with a converter included.

18. Pilot Explorer ($23.60)

Pilot at it again with the superb nibs. Like the Kakuno and the Metropolitan, the Explorer also features a frankly incredible stainless steel nib (in both fine and medium). It comes in several colours and Pilot even deigned to include a converter with this one (though it's a squeeze converter that 1. might be a little unfamiliar to some and 2. kind of sucks in general, so maybe stick to the Pilot cartridges with this one).

19. Faber-Castell Grip ($24.00)

This pen is literally designed to be a beginner fountain pen, but it still looks pretty sleek, imo. It does feel a little plasticky/cheap, but that Faber-Castell nib writes super smoothly. It only comes in fine, though it writes more like a medium. No converter included with this one (boo-hoo).

20. Kaweco Sport ($25.00)

Another German pen, and another pocket pen! I love Kaweco nibs (from EF to medium, though you can buy other Kaweco nibs separately), and the Kaweco Sport is a great introduction to pocket pens. They come in a ton of colours and are pretty reliable, though they only take short international cartridges (and a short converter, which, you guessed it, is sold separately). There are several colour and material variations, but the classic has a plastic body and stainless steel nib. Maybe skip if slim writing utensils are not comfortable!

21. Pelikan Twist ($26.00)

OK, this pen may not be everyone's cup of tea, but I had to add it. It's super funky and the nib (medium) is pretty good. All in all, it's a pretty nifty way to try out a Pelikan, and if you're into the design (and the triangular grip) it can be a fun and reliable daily writer. Converter sold separately (askjdbaklsdjb)

22. TWSBI Swipe ($26.99)

This pen may not look like it goes over the top, but let me tell you, it does. The TWSBI Swipe boasts no less than four different ways of filling it. You can use your regular cartridge. You can use the (included!!) traditional converter. You can then swap that converter out for a piston converter (also included! what?!), and if you're not happy, you can just eyedropper the whole dang pen. It might be a little too much, too soon for complete newbies, but the learning curve is not very steep, and it's a great way to try out all of these methods on a single pen. Like the TWSBI GO, nibs (stainless steel) go from an extra-fine all the way up to a 1.1mm stub.

#fountain pens 101 #pen talk #pen rec #fountain pen #fountain pen network #nara talks pens #whatsinmypen

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naralanis · 2 years ago

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fountain pens for each of the superfriends ready set go!!!

How dare you merge two hyperfixations into the perfect inbox bait that cannot be ignored. Shame on you. ALRIGHT LET'S DO IT.

In this universe everybody uses fountain pens because why the heck not.

I think I covered a couple of these before, but let's ignore all of that and start anew(ish). We'll take it one at a time because it's a LOT.

spoiler alert I got tired and didn't include a bunch I had thought of so welp

Lena Luthor: Pelikan Souverän Anthracite

We've been over this one, even if I've gone back and forth on several pens for Lena, but this is always one of my favourites. This is the perfect CEO-style pen to wag over Clark Kent's face when he brings up the 'Ah, but it's not, it's Luthor' thing. Perfect placeholder for the blue pen she inevitably gets later for. Reasons.

Kara Danvers: Karas Kustoms

Listen, just the perfect name aside (yes, this is a real brand!), I feel like Kara would need something sturdy, nigh indestructible, for the obvious reasons. Maybe the DEO could arrange for one of these made of N metal or whatever that's called.

Alex Danvers: Pilot Vanishing Point (matte black)

Alex doesn't have time for your shit, my shit, or anyone's shit because she's got too much shit going on with a superhero sister, a dubious government organization, aliens, and being a big ol' gay. She does not have time for this capping and uncapping nonsense, so she gets a clicky fountain pen for optimum efficiency. Additionally, I like to think that Alex, like me, would also click this thing incessantly because who needs therapy when you have a clicky pen?!

J'onn J'onnz: Diplomat Elox Green/Black

OK, I have no backstory for this one. This pen just looked COOL. I feel like it fits both DEO J'onn and the Martian Manhunter. Though I guess when he becomes a private eye he switches to something more understated, like a Schon DSGN Black Ultem.

Nia Nal: Pilot Metropolitan (Retro Pop)

These are just fun. Nia's fun. That's pretty much my rationale for it. I also think she'd have a whole bunch of them (since they're excellent but inexpensive!) to collect all colours (and because she keeps misplacing them). At first I thought Nia would collect all the Lamy Safari colours, but these seemed to suit her better. At some point Lena gifts her a Sailor Pro Gear special edition (something colorful, naturally!)

Brainy: Lamy 2000 (stainless Steel)

Brainy will never admit he likes fountain pens (he keeps saying he's far too advanced for such a primitive thing) but he falls in love with the modern/futuristic design of the Lamy 2000 and has to sheepishly ask Nia to recommend some cool inks to go with it.

She gives him bright pink and they both love it. All DEO memos are pink thereafter.

Kelly Olsen: Sailor Pro Gear (Green)

I kept going back and forth over several options, but finally landed on this pen because I get the feeling Kelly would take a ton of notes professionally, so she would need a) a professional pen and b) a comfortable nib. She'd be very methodical with her note-taking and Alex would drive her bonkers with her incessant clicking with the Pilot!

Hope you enjoyed this insanity, sorry I gave up. But here you are, Super Pen Friends edition!

#anon #ask naralanis and maybe she'll deign to respond #pen talk #nara talks pens #supergirl #fountain pen #superfriends #honestly this took far longer than expected #meant to add winn and others but alas

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the8gates · 3 years ago

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The Bug Collector: Chapter Nine - Moth

Word Count: 8.4k

Warning(s): SMUT

When Kakashi is appointed as the Sixth Hokage, he reveals that Obito Uchiha did not die in the war and that he plans to offer his former a friend a chance at rehabilitation and redemption. The few people who are aware of this secret project are supportive of the effort. Expect for Reiko Miki.

After her mentor, Shikaku Nara, was killed during the war, Reiko struggled to come to terms with his death. This issue is only made worse when Obito is placed in the only other house on her street. With seemingly everyone against the idea of serving true justice, Reiko decides to take matters into her own hands and make the Uchiha pay for all of the crimes he committed.

However, there may be more grey in the black and white picture she’d painted than she originally anticipated.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - AO3 - Chapter Ten

Dear Reiko,

Over the course of my life, I know that I have made many errors. Some of those mistakes resulted in irreversible consequences, and even the lesser ones weigh just as heavy on my conscious. Grappling with the demands that the title of Jonin Commander asks of you is, in itself, a heavy enough burden without the added weight of regret. Age brings wisdom, and I have tried to teach you portions of the lessons I have learned over the years, but I do believe the things that I have failed to teach you will be one of the burdens I carry with me to my end.

With another great battle on the horizon, I find myself seated at this desk yet again, a pen in hand and, for the first time in my life, the words are failing me. When I sat down this evening with the intention of penning letters to all of the people in my life who may miss me if I do not return, I thought the letters would come easily. In my heart, I understand the way I feel about everyone. Yoshino. Shika. Ionichi and Chosa. However, Rei, my feelings for you still leave me perplexed.

It’s funny. I always teased Inoichi for his belief in astrology and fate, but I couldn’t describe our first meeting as anything other than that. The stars had to have been perfectly aligned, and the universe put you in my path for a purpose that was evident from the very first moment. In my youth, I was angry and brazen. A heart forged in the heat of battle and a mind clearer that any diamond, I was prideful and overly confident. However, I always felt a lingering sense of disappointment. As if, with all of my accolades, I still was not meeting up to the expectations I had set for myself.

Then, when I heard about the little girl who had cheated her way into the Ninja Academy and had been successfully forging tests and scores for six months, all on her own, I had this moment of clarity. I wish I could describe the feeling that overcame me. How could I say that I felt pride and invigoration on behalf of a child I had never met? I asked around about you after that. I found your name and a photo from your Academy entrance, but when I approached your mother in hopes to talk to you about your goals, she’d turned me away. Claiming you were far too ill to involve yourself in the Shinobi world. I was upset, but I moved on. Then, as luck would have it, I ran into you in that book shop not a month later.

I suppose ‘ran into you’ is the wrong phrasing. Rather, you ran into me. I knew from the moment you brushed against me in that narrow aisle what you’d done. The pocket where I kept my wallet was lighter and I still vividly remember turning to stop you, only to find that you were already gone. Somehow managing to disappear in a crowd of no more than five people who were gathered around a display. When I tracked you down that day, I didn’t even realize who you were until I caught you several blocks away, paying for sweets with money from my wallet.

After that, though, I knew what it was that I was missing. You were standoffish, downright hateful, and quick as a whip. I don’t know if I’ve told you this, and I’ve just come to realize it myself in recent years, but you reminded me of me. So, I think, in some strange way, I wanted to impart my wisdom on you so you didn’t turn out like I had. Now, I know you’re probably reading this with a scowl-

Reiko paused her reading for a moment to relax her face, albeit, begrudgingly.

-and you’re probably thinking that the things I’m saying about myself are untrue. You always treated me like I could do no wrong, and while I am grateful for the occasional confidence boost, I am here to let you know that you were wrong in that assessment. I was not perfect when I met you. Far from it. And, despite my personal growth, I will not be perfect when they bury me. I was a lot like you. Closed off, angry for a reason I could never quite pin down, and full of pride. It took a lifetime of short comings and disappointments to realize those things, and while I hope you have learned from my mistakes, I doubt that you have.

Please don’t misunderstand me. I am not saying that you have not grown in your own right. You have. But I wanted to write this letter to address a few lingering concerns of mine. Tie up loose ends, so to say. I am running out of flowery ways to say these things, and eventually, the paper will run out of room for my nostalgic anecdotes. So, here is something we can both understand. An itemized list.

Be mindful of your subordinates concerns. Even if it is difficult to hear criticism, the only people who can speak on injustices are the ones experiencing it. Listen to them and reflect.

Try to relax, from time to time. Take an hour every day to unwind, if you can. I know that’s cliche, but stress will kill you quicker than any enemy.

I know it seems easier to bear the burden of everything yourself, but remember that everyone leans on someone eventually. Even if you think there is no possible way someone else could understand you, I promise you, someone will. You just have to give them the chance.

No matter how brilliant or talented you think you are, there is always going to be someone better. That’s not meant to put you down. I say that because that means there is always a goal. Someone to surpass.

If something is bothering you, if you have a regret, address it. Life is too short for that shit.

Those are just a few of the lessons that I had to learn the hard way, so I wanted to remind you of them to prevent you from making the same mistakes. When I was young and I took you under my wing, I will be honest, it began as a vanity project. I wanted to mold you into what I considered to be the perfect leader. I wanted to build you up in my image. But that wasn’t right, and I fully realized that when we had Shika. You are your own person and whether or not you follow in my exact footsteps, you will be a wonderful leader.

If I do not return from this battle, I have one more thing to say to you, Reiko.

I love you like my own child. Thank you for sticking by my side all of these years. I don’t think I could have asked for a better partner, confidant, baby sitter, daughter, color coordinator and best friend. You truly changed my life and my perspective on nearly everything. I know it will be hard for you if this letter is the last time you hear from me, but I will remind you of one more piece of wisdom that I believe we have both encountered time and time again over the course of our relationship.

Live your life in service of love and chase peace wherever you can find it. Wallowing in hatred and despair will only breed more of the same.

Take care of Yoshino and Shika for me.

-Love,

Shikaku

With watery eyes and trembling hands, Reiko slowly folded the letter back up and slipped it back into the envelope. She’d heard every word in his voice, yet the Shikaku in her head was deathly silent. Through the walls, she could hear the muffled sounds of Yoshino and Shikamaru fussing back and forth about something. Their voices were accompanied by the groan of floorboards as they walked around the home and the light pattering of rain on the window above Shikaku’s desk. Yet, it had never been more quiet. Her body felt empty. Her heart lodged in her throat painfully as she fought the urge to cry, even in the privacy of his office.

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The files on her desk were stacked dangerously high, teetering precariously on a foundation of paper and card stock. It was easily a weeks worth of documents, and Reiko knew she should just brave the battle and tackle the task with a pot of coffee at the ready. If she could just find the strength to begin, she could focus and finish it all in one sitting. One long night and she would be rid of the mountain that burdened her with the knowledge that one day would bring a landslide.

However, every time she glanced over at the stack, she felt the willpower leave her body more swiftly than she could manage to build it up. It had been like this since she’d read that letter, and the several others that Shikaku had dictated every time he’d left on a dangerous mission in the years they’d worked together. He’d sat down at that desk on numerous occasions to try and write down what he believed could be his final words… He’d done that with the knowledge that, at any point, he could leave his son without a father. His wife without a husband. Reiko without a mentor. And she couldn’t even find the strength to process a few mission reports.

Though that idea didn’t necessarily inspire her to move forward. In fact, it depressed her to her very core. Her mission to kill Obito had completely fallen to the wayside as well. She hadn’t been to see him since their sleep over two weeks ago. The idea of seeking revenge didn’t fill her with flame and fury like it had. It just made her nauseous and jaded. She could feel her eyes glossing over as she stared into the distance at nothing in particular, the few thoughts in her head echoing off the sides of her skull like an empty warehouse. Rattling around and falling on deaf ears. She couldn’t focus. Couldn’t cry. Everything just felt empty and pointless.

She recalled Shikaku’s final message. His reminder for her to reach out and talk to someone when she needed to. Reiko knew that it might be beneficial to voice what she was feeling to another person. If only to talk herself through it. But the only person she’d ever really discussed things like that with was Shikaku. And even his voice in her head had disappeared in recent weeks. Kakashi had been her friend at one point, but that bridge was burnt and she couldn’t very well reveal everything to him. In all honesty, the only other person she could think to turn to was someone she tried to avoid most of the time.

Her day ended as it had began. She turned the lights in her office off and shut the door to leave behind that massive stack of files. Reiko kept her head down as she exited the Hokage Tower, but her feet didn’t take her home like they had for two weeks. Instead, they pulled her towards the center of the village. Past the restaurants and all of the shops. She didn’t even realize where she was going until she found herself on a familiar wooden landing. The teal paint was chipping off the door frame and the nearly rotted boards beneath her feet groaned as they accommodated her weight. Faintly, the smell of cigarette smoke wafted past her nostrils and she glanced over at a cheap, plastic, chair on the porch just outside the front door. It was stained and worn from years of use, and next to sat an equally dirty plastic table that housed a single coffee can full of black ashes.

Before she could pull herself out of her haze and think better of the situation she’d just put herself in, the front door was being pulled open on squeaky hinges.

“Reiko?”

A voice called from the doorway, and she picked her head up to meet the eyes of the woman who had given her life. Hana Miki, her mother. They were similar in builds, though her mother was taller and her face decidedly more weathered. She was thin and angular with a knot of dark brown hair on the back of her head, several wispy strands stuck out and framed her sharp face. Her eyes had dark circles under them and her skin hung from her jaw and cheek bones in a couple pieces. Reiko was stunned in silence for a moment as she took in her mothers appearance. Had she always looked this… old?

“Hi, mom.”

Reiko said, when it was clear her mother was looking for some kind of response. Though, still, she was confused as to why she’d come here in the first place. She really hadn’t seen Hana in well over a year. It had been even longer since she’d returned to her childhood home. Yet, her chest ached at the sight of her mother, now reduced to a woman she barely recognized. Still, Hana smiled at her.

“Long time no see. I thought you’d forgotten about me. Do you want to come in? I just put a pot of coffee on.”

Hana offered, waving a bit in her direction and already taking a careful step backwards into the home. Reiko was hesitant, peering past the older woman into the home. Her ears tuned in for the telltale signs of her mothers long term boyfriend, Goro. Obnoxiously loud snoring. Floorboards creaking under excessive weight. The blaring sound of the television and his heinous laughter. But the home was quiet and calm.

“Goro’s not here, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Her mother clarified, and Reiko jerked her head up in response. Then, immediately, she was irritated by the assumption.

“M’not worried. Just want to know what to expect.”

Reiko muttered, and her mother clicked her tongue against her teeth before fully turning around to retreat into the apartment.

“Just as cautious as ever, I see. Well, whether you’re worried or not, the coffee is going to burn.”

Hana said as she walked away. After another second of indecision and peeking inside, Reiko took a careful step over the threshold and into the living room. She shut the door behind her quietly and glanced around the room with wide eyes. In her childhood, the home had always been in a state of disarray. Goro’s dirty clothes scattered around the living room. Trash pilling up on end tables and a sink over flowing with dishes. Her mother hadn’t exactly been a homemaker, and she’d had the added stress of running the textile shop to deal with. Goro never pulled his weight, so, through those circumstances, filth arose. But now, it was clean. The couch was covered in neatly folded throw blankets and a couple, decorative, throw pillows. Every surface was devoid of dust or clutter, and there was a scented candle sat on the entertainment stand by the TV. The smell of stale cigarette smoke faded from her nose and was replaced with a mixture of cinnamon-apple and fresh coffee.

“Like what I’ve done with the place?”

Hana asked from her position in the kitchen, peeking over her shoulder in Reiko’s direction. She nodded a bit, taking a few steps towards the cheap table.

“Yeah… When did you find the time?”

Reiko questioned, noticing more as she walked further into the apartment. The coat rack on the wall didn’t hold several of Goro’s jackets anymore. The picture of himself and Hana, that was normally affixed to the front of the fridge with plastic magnets, was gone.

“Tch. You’d be surprised how much more manageable the mess became when I kicked that good for nothing asshole out.”

Hana quipped, grabbing two mugs from an upper cabinet. That caused Reiko’s eyebrows to raise in surprise. So, she’d finally dumped that lazy piece of shit?

“Oh… I didn’t know you two broke up. What happened?”

Reiko asked, and Hana shrugged as Reiko seated herself at the kitchen table.

“Just got tired of taking care of him. It was a long time coming. And you wouldn’t know, would you? A lot can change in a year.”

Hana replied, causing a minor pang of guilt to rock through Reiko’s chest. She loved her mother. Of course she did. But she always felt more like an obstacle to overcome than she did a mother. If that was the case, then why was she here now?

“Yeah… a lot can change.”

Reiko muttered to fill the awkward silence that had fallen between them as Reiko grappled with the sudden shameful, confusing, feeling.

“Mhm… I heard about Shikaku… It’s a shame. He was a good man.”

Hana suddenly said as she poured them each a cup of coffee. Those stale, white, mugs had been in this house since Reiko was a small child. The insides were stained tan and white paint on the handles had long since chipped away, but when Hana settled the cup in front of Reiko, she found that clasping the mug in her hands gave her a sense of comfort. Though, she would never show it.

“I thought you hated him.”

Reiko commented, the bitterness in her tone a stark contrast to her mothers tenderness. Hana sighed and shook her head as she seated herself in the worn kitchen chair on the other side of the table.

“I never hated him. He was a brilliant man who served this village well. And, he set you up with a future. I mean it. He was a good man and I am sorry that he’s gone. I’m sure you’ve been… well. There probably isn’t a word for how you’ve been feeling. Not that you would tell me, anyway.”

Hana responded, no clear indication of disappointment in her voice at this point. She’d always scolded Reiko for being so harsh and cold. It had prevented them from connecting, her mother said. However, that responsibility should not have rested on the shoulders of a child.

There were a few beats of silence as they each took a few, grateful, sips from the warms mugs. Her mother was right. There wasn’t a word to describe how she’d been feeling. There weren’t enough words in the dictionary to quantify all of the pain, confusion, anger, and numbness she’d experienced in recent months. And, even if there were, Reiko wouldn’t be able to speak them. Even as she sat here, she wondered why she had returned to her childhood home. Hana would always allow her inside. They were mother and daughter, after all. But, why had her feet brought her here? What was she looking for?

“Well, you sure didn’t seem as appreciative of him when he was alive.”

Reiko quipped, unable to stop herself from looking for a fight. The anger was bubbling in the base of her throat, but she couldn’t pin point its origin. She only knew that it begged to be released. Hana sighed softly, settling her mug down on the table.

“Reiko… It’s not that I didn’t appreciate him. Or that I disliked Shikaku as a person. I just never liked your attachment to him.”

Hana answered, though that didn’t make much sense to Reiko either. Her face screwed up a bit like she’d eaten something sour, her eyebrow arching in accusatory confusion.

“What does that even mean?”

She asked, and Hana sighed again, clasping her hands together in front of her as she shook her head.

“Let’s not do this. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you I don’t want to-.”

Hana started to say, but Reiko was quick to cut her off with a shake of her own head.

“No, mom. I want to know what you mean by that. My attachment to Shikaku. Why did that worry you?”

Reiko spat back, prepared for the fight that would come from this conversation. That must have been why she came here. To argue. To get some of this repressed weight off her chest. It wasn’t fair to take it all out on her mother, but it would be a means to an end. She could blow up a bit and clear her head. Then, it would be back to business.

“It’s just… well, you latched onto him so quickly. Then, when you got older, it was confusing for you. I think you were looking for so much in him. A father. A friend. A… well, I think those wires crossed. Young love is confusing enough as it is-“

Hana tried to explain, but again, Reiko was cutting her off with a scathing scoff, her arms folding over her chest.

“Oh for the love of-. Young love? What are you even talking about? That’s ridiculous-“

Reiko started to defend, but Hana interrupted this time.

“Let me finish, Reiko. It’s not your fault, but you were, very much so, in love with that man. You thought he was god’s gift to creation and did anything he told you to. I saw the way you blushed and stuttered around him at times. The way you watched his back with this absolutely dopey expression. And Shikaku was a good man. So, he never took advantage of that. And for years I had to watch him break your heart over and over again. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t yours. It was just an unfortunate situation that I wished I could have made go away. That’s all.”

Hana finished, Reiko having long since dropped her head to stare down at the cup of black coffee clutched in her hands. Her palms were sweating, but not from the heat of the mug. Her gut was churning, but not from the caffeine on an empty stomach. The words cut through her like a hot knife. Slicing through any hastily erected wall to sink straight into her core. She tried to maintain her facade. Tried to seem angry or spiteful, because it was easier to hide behind those spiked walls than to let them down. But her bottom lip trembled anyway.

“So, when I say I’m sorry for your loss, I mean it. Because I know you lost the love of your life. And I doubt that anyone else has thought about it in that context.”

Her mother added, only serving to drive the knife in further. Immediately, her eyes welled with tears. Her throat ached. Then, just as she was about to force herself to stave off the need to cry yet again, Shikaku’s voice graced her with its presence for the first time in two weeks.

“Let it out.”

With those three words, it felt like all of the air had been sucked from her lungs. She drew in a ragged breath to chase the oxygen she’d lost, but it was too late. The dam broke and her eyes filled with tears. The next sound she was able to let out was a quiet, choked, sob. Reiko’s eyes scrunched shut in defiance of the flooding of emotion, a last ditch effort to save face in front of her mother. It didn’t work. As soon as the first tear rolled over her cheek and slid down the side of her coffee cup, Hana was standing from her seat and crossing the kitchen was a soft ‘Oh, honey…’.

She descended on Reiko and wrapped her arms around her shoulders in a tight hug, burying the tip of her sharp nose in Reiko’s brown hair. Just the feeling of someone wrapping her in warmth during what she would consider to be her weakest moment had a vocal sob rising from her throat. Giving up the fight, she turned and buried her face against her mother’s collarbone, her arms wrapping around her waist in turn as she shook with the force of her sobs.

Hana was right. Reiko had been in love with Shikaku from the moment she’d met him until the day he’d died. That’s why she’d been so angry since then. There was all of this unrequited love sitting in the pit of her stomach, begging for an outlet. That’s why Obito… that had to be why she felt so confused about Obito. She was projecting and just looking for somewhere to place all of those emotions. To care for someone, anyone, in the same way she’d cared for Shikaku. And Obito was reciprocating.

For a while, she sobbed openly in Hana’s arms. In those moments, all she could think of were Shikaku and his gruff laugh. His smiling face. That hug they’d shared in her new home. His sharp brow furrowed in thought. Those images were welcome.

The unwelcome ones came fast on the heels of her memories of Shikaku. Obito, staring up at her with rapture in his dark living room. Her fingers running through his white hair. His head in her lap, curling up with the force of his laughter at her story about cheating in the Academy. Obito’s dark eyes, teary and glossed over as he explained Rin’s death to the best of his ability.

And even though she tried to fight it, her heart ached at those images as well.

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Reiko left her mothers house with a renewed sense of confidence. They’d talked for an hour more after she’d calmed down enough to speak. Mostly, though, Hana allowed Reiko to speak freely about Shikaku. She reminisced aloud and painted the picture of the man she remembered. In the end, when Reiko felt she’d talked long enough, Hana had suggested they continue seeing each other like this. Weekly. Twice a month. It didn’t matter as long as they kept in contact.

Her mother had even apologized for the errors she’d made in Reiko’s youth. For the first time in her life, Reiko left her childhood home feeling cleansed.

That thought, and the memories of Shikaku, were what spurred her forward now. Her feet struck the ground with self assurance. She would kill Obito tonight. She would get revenge for the man she’d lost. Put all of these horrible emotions behind her and start her life over. So, when she marched up the front steps to Obito’s house, there was no hesitance when she knocked. Even if she hadn’t seen him in two weeks, she knew just the thing to get back in his good graces. Just enough that he would feel comfortable sleeping next to her again.

When the door creaked open, she did her best to sag her shoulders a bit and make herself appear softer. More vulnerable. The red rings flaring around her eyes and the drying tear streaks on her cheeks would be enough to convince him.

“Hey, did you forget something?”

Obito asked, the sound of his voice causing her stomach to turn. Reiko peered up at him through her lashes, seeing his face for the first time in weeks made her heart stutter. His dark eyes widened and her name fell from his lips in a way that made her skin crawl. Still, she stowed those feelings and continued with the tortured, remorseful, act.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around. I just really needed to see you.”

Reiko said, and Obito immediately moved to usher her inside. The hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention.

“Of course… Are you okay?”

He asked, the sound of the door shutting behind her letting her know they were alone. She glanced around the living room, looking for any signs of other life. But the house was deathly quiet. All of the candles in the room had been blown out. So, he’d been preparing for bed.

“Reiko. Someone was here. He asked if you’d forgotten something. If he just spoke with someone, they’re going to have a near exact time frame for when he died. Think this through. You don’t need to-“

Reiko turned to face him, taking note of the wide eyed innocence on his face. This would be easier than she’d thought.

“Yeah… I’m okay… I just…”

She started to mutter, drawing closer to him with every word. Then, she lunged forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, immediately crashing her lips against his a passionate kiss.

Obito jerked a bit at the action, but he was quick to follow her lead. His arms wrapped around her waist and he kissed her with an equal force. Reiko sunk her fingers into the hair on the back of his head, pressing as tightly against his sturdy frame as she could manage, and with her chest flush with his, she felt the rapid pounding of his heart. She tugged at the white locks between her fingers, drawing a short gasp from Obito that allowed her to deepen the kiss, her tongue sliding into his mouth with hot desperation. He was so goddamned accommodating, allowing her to do whatever she pleased and matching her pace. However, when she trailed her hands down his chest to slide under the hem of his shirt, Obito pulled away from her with a sound of discontent. Their lips separated with a pop and his grip on her waist loosened until he was just holding her with large hands, putting some distance between them. Reiko’s eyes flew open, staring up at him in shock and offense, but he was looking down at her with confusion in his dark eyes.

“Wait. Wait. What are you doing, Rei? I haven’t seen or heard from you in two weeks and you show up just to-“

Obito started to say, trying to understand that situation better. But Reiko didn’t have the patience for that. The sooner they could do this, the sooner she would be able to expel these feelings. The strange, nagging, ones that had been haunting her since their sleepover. She shook her head, cutting him off.

“Please… I have had a horrible couple of weeks. I’ve been stressed and sick and all I want right now is to be with you…”

Reiko said, her voice a strange mix of pathetic and husky. The words themselves were vague, but her intentions were clear in the way her hands continued to hike up his t-shirt, her fingers slowly rising higher and higher on his bare chest. Obito sucked in a sharp breath, his muscles twitching under her gentle touch as his eyes dropped to the space between them again, watching her wrists disappear under his shirt.

“If you don’t want to, just tell me to stop…”

Reiko added, because she wanted to kill him, but taking advantage of him wasn’t an option. It wasn’t in her wheelhouse. Murder was fair. Sexual assault was not. Obito swallowed thickly, and then, as if the option she’d given him had just registered, he jerked his head up to meet her line of sight again. His dark eyes were wrenched wide in a combination of panic and excitement as he tried to determine if he was reading the situation clearly. Though, Reiko was sure how it could be interpreted any other way.

“I want to. W-we can… But I still don’t understand-“

Obito tried to eek out, but Reiko shook her head again, closing the space between them to press a kiss to his lips and silence him. With their noses grazing together and their lips barely touching.

“We can talk later.”

She whispered, and this time she could hear the gulp from Obito. There was a second of decision making, his dark eyes searching her face for any sign of betrayal and Reiko’s own holding a wealth of affirmation before he finally nodded. With that final confirmation, she pressed her mouth tightly to his again, sharing one more heated kiss before pulling away entirely to grab his wrist and pull him in the direction of his bedroom. Obito followed behind easily, but he shifted his hand to lace their fingers together. Reiko could feel the nervous sweat on his palm, and when they crossed into the bedroom, she released his hand as she positioned him at the foot of the bed, giving his chest a light shove.

“Lay down on your back.”

Reiko instructed, and Obito watched her, stupefied, for a moment as she toed off her shoes before doing as she’d said and scrambling to lay on the bed. She considered further undressing, but decided she’d rather have him pull her clothes off. Reiko moved to follow him, positioning herself to straddle his lap just as his head hit the pillow. Obito’s hands immediately moved to her hips, a clear indication of his growth in this department. But his entire face was still covered in a dark blush. There was a moment of silence, where everything slowed down as she ran her hands up his clothed torso to rest her palms flat against his chest. Obito’s heartbeat was steady against her fingertips, his breath rising and falling quickly as he stared up at her in anticipation. She took care to not sit on him fully yet, knowing from watching him lie down that he was already hard based on the tent in his thin pajama pants.

“Are you sure about this?”

Reiko asked again, her conscious not permitting her to go any further until he was in total agreement. Obito thought it over for a moment. His eyes filtering between her face and where she hovering over his groin, then to her hands splayed on his chest. Finally, his dark gaze met hers again, and he nodded.

“Yeah.”

With that final confirmation, she lowered her weight onto him, feeling the outline of his member against her own core. At the pressure, Obito let out a gasp, his fingers tightening on her hips and Reiko hummed in understanding. From just the feeling alone, his size was impressive. That was not something she’d been expecting at all, but it left her pleasantly surprised nonetheless. She rolled her hips once, just to feel the length of him pressing against her through their clothes and Obito gasped again, a strangled sound coming from the back of his throat as his body went stiff, the tension in his muscles visible in the way the veins in his outstretched arms protruded. Reiko leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Just relax. I’ll take care of you.”

She muttered, locking eyes with him again to make sure he was still with her. Obito clenched his jaw, the muscles in his cheeks bulging slightly, and nodded. Now came the fun part.

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“God, yes…”

Reiko sighed as she rocked her hips against Obito’s. He filled her beautifully and every roll of her hips caused the tip of him to drag against the sweet spot that made her throb and her heart skip a beat. From the muffled sounds he was making against her chest, she could tell he was sensitive and trying his hardest to keep himself from finishing too soon. Though, he’d already came once. Hot and sticky in his boxers as they’d kissed and ran their hands over each others sparsely clothed bodies. Honestly, that was entirely her fault. She’d ground down against him the entire time, giving him no chance of escape. Obito’s pretty, desperate, vocalizations had only spurred her on, wanting nothing more than to see his face contort in pleasure and mild embarrassment. Now, however, if he finished and denied her the orgasm that had been building for a while, she would be a bit upset.

His lips were wrapped around one of her nipples, tongue laving over the sensitive bud as drool pooled at the corners of his mouth. The image alone was almost nearly as erotic as the feeling. Reiko buried her fingers in his white hair, holding him close as she wound against him. Her inner thighs burned from the strain of being in this position for so long, but strangely, it only added to the heat that spread over her entire body and heightened her desperation to reach her own end. Obito bucked up against her a bit, and she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair at the flash of pleasure that washed through her.

“Fuck…”

Obito groaned, releasing her nipple from his mouth in favor of burying his forehead against her sternum and screwing his brow up in frustration and focus. The hands on her lower back flexed and gripped where they could, pulling her hips towards him as he ground himself up and further into her. Reiko trembled a bit at the overwhelming feeling, her mouth falling open as her eyes screwed shut.

“You’re doing so good, Obito… just a little more…”

She encouraged, voice breathy and uneven as she stuttered in search of oxygen. Honestly, she didn’t think she’d ever been this turned on in her life. There was something about the way he clung to her like a lifeline. His large hands splayed on her back, blunt finger nails digging into her flesh, and the breathy moans he let out against her skin. Every time she managed to look at him, his face was contorted in pleasure and his patchwork skin was cast in the soft glow of several candles. In the moment, he was fucking beautiful. A thin sheen over sweat covered his body, highlighting things she’d never really considered before. His strong arms wrapped around her tightly and when she looked down she could see the corded muscles in his back rolling and contracting in time with their desperate grinding.

From the moment they’d begun, he’d made her feel desired. Once he’d realized that she was just as attracted to him as he was to her, he hadn’t held back. Obito’s mouth and hands were on her constantly, sometimes with no clear target. Just roaming and feeling their way across her body. Like now, he pressed sloppy, open mouthed, kisses to the valley between her breasts. He drew his tongue over her sensitive skin, simply tasting her for the sake of doing so. In theory, it was inexperienced and overly eager. But in practice, it was raw and full of longing. He’d been so touch starved when she first met him and, now, he would take any opportunity he could to lose himself in her body.

That thought sent another wave of pleasure through her. One that caused her to tighten around him and gush, her toes curling up to the point of her feet cramping. Obito moaned at the feeling, his teeth sinking into her collarbone unintentionally.

“Please… Please…”

He begged against her skin, his words muffled and slurred as he lost himself in pleasure. The whiny sound filled her with a renewed passion. Reiko picked up the pace per his request, bouncing herself on his length lightly. The shallow thrusts drew a nearly pained cry from the man under her, but the movement was sending her reeling towards her own end.

“You’re doing so good… so good, Obito. ‘M so close.”

Reiko babbled, swallowing thickly in between words as each wave of pleasure pushed the breath from her lungs. She picked her head up from where she’d allowed it loll back, turning to look down at where his cheek with pressed against her chest. Her grip in his hair tightened again, but this time she used the leverage to pull him back and drop her lips to his in a hungry kiss. Obito moaned into her mouth, his hips bucking into hers in a stuttering pattern, proving his loss of control.

“You wanna cum again for me?”

She questioned against his mouth, their lips sliding together, sloppy and unrestrained. Reiko opened her eyes just enough to see his brow furrow in pain. Obito nodded quickly, chasing her lips and sealing their mouths back together again as he whimpered. The feeling of his spit slicked mouth pressed against hers and the sound of his pathetic whimpers vibrating against her tongue was the final straw. With a few more, inconsistent, thrusts of his hips, Reiko was meeting her own end. She gasped and moaned into his mouth, tightening around his length in a vice grip as Obito nearly cried and emptied himself inside of her.

For several moments afterwards, they pressed their foreheads together and tried to regain control of their bodies. The aftershocks pulsed through Reiko and Obito hissed and twitched beneath her when she contracted around him involuntarily. Once they’d caught their breath, Reiko let out a shuddering sigh and Obito ran his hands down the expanse of her back.

“Can you… it’s too much… sensitive.”

Obito muttered, wincing a bit when she clenched down again, this time totally intentionally. Reiko let out a breathy laugh, pressing one last kiss to his lips before using her jelly-like legs to raise herself off his member. They shuddered a bit at the loss, but Obito didn��t release his grip on her. Instead, he lurched forward and buried his face in her chest again, trying to hold her close and hide his face at the same time. It was a bit clingier than she was used to, but it was his first time and Reiko wasn’t a monster. So, held him as well, her fingers combing through his hair to soothe him. Eventually, though, the stickiness between her legs and the drying sweat became too uncomfortable to ignore.

“I need to clean up…”

She whispered, having dropped her nose to press against his scalp. Obito nodded, releasing her from his arms but still making sure to drag his hands across every inch of skin he could manage. When she finally clambered off his lap, she did her best to cover her chest with her arms as she looked around for the clothing they’d shed, but articles were strewn everywhere and she wrinkled her nose as she tried to locate everything.

“Here.”

Obito said from his position on the bed, he moved to grab his discarded t-shirt from the sheets right beside him. Reiko hesitated for a second, but reached forward to take it from him anyway. When she turned her eyes to thank him, the words died in her throat. He looked so soft. Obito’s white hair was sticking up in all directions and his mixture of pale white and tan skin mingled against the blankets piled around him was one of the most inviting things she’d ever seen. Still, she swallowed the realization and smiled.

“Thanks.”

Reiko uttered before tugging the long shirt over her body and scurrying out of the room to the upstairs bathroom to clean herself off. Her brain left her body for a bit and she washed up in silence, just enjoying the pleasant relaxation in her muscles after such a strenuous activity. When she crept back downstairs, however, a sound from Obito’s bedroom caused her to freeze just by the doorway.

Reiko positioned herself against the wall, staring into the darkness of his nearly empty living room as she focused on the noise. Vaguely, she could hear sniffling. Once, maybe he just had a runny nose. But then she heard it again. And again. Followed by the very clear sound of stuttered breathing. Then, a soft hiccup.

Obito was crying.

At the realization, her heart sank to the pit of her stomach and her insides twisted into knots. Had she gone too far? Taken too much in her attempt to… god, why had she even done this? A heavy regret settled on her chest as she stood and listened to him cry. This wasn’t fair. He’d been so vocal about his boundaries before and then, just because she felt like she had to tick this off her checklist before she killed him, she’d shown up on his porch and threw herself at him. Why? Sleeping with him was supposed to be a means to an end. Really, she could have just talked to him to regain his trust enough to allow her to sleep over again. Now, she’d taken advantage of him and that made her even worse than a murderer.

“Rei?”

Obito called from the room, causing her to realize that she’d forgotten to turn the light off at the top of the stair case. So, despite her efforts to hide, her shadow was stretched across the floor beyond the doorway. Of course he knew she was here. She tried to save face, stepping around the corner and into the room with a soft smile, her head dropped forward.

“Hey… yeah, sorry I just had a hair stuck in-“

She started to cover, but he stopped her.

“Did you hear me?”

He asked, his voice raw and gruff. It forced Reiko to pick up her head and look at him. If she’d been able to ignore the crying before, she certainly wouldn’t be able to now. Obito’s eyes were ringed with red and the wet streaks on his cheeks were glaring, even if he reached up quickly to wipe them away. He was still naked from the waist up, but it looked like he’d managed to pull his boxers back on. At the sight of him, appearing so sad and small, the response jumped from Reiko’s mouth.

“Yeah.”

She confirmed, and Obito sighed, his shoulders sagging forward and his head dropping to stare down at the blankets. A panic took ahold of her and she stepped into the room.

“Ah, Obito, if I went too far, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have… if I made you feel pressured to do anything-.”

Reiko started again, but he jerked his head up, dark eyes wide in panic.

“Oh no! No, it’s not that. I swear. You didn’t pressure me at all, I wanted to. And I-I’m really glad we did!”

Obito stuttered in defense, some of the tension easing from Reiko’s shoulders as she approached the bed further. Carefully, she sunk to her knees at the foot of the bed so they were eye level.

“Are you sure?”

She asked, and Obito nodded, letting out a surprising chuckle.

“Yeah… I’m… God, you’re so- that was so… good. So good. It’s just… damn, I must seem really pathetic. Crying after something like that.”

Obito scoffed, shaking his head at his own reaction. Despite his apparent embarrassment, he sniffled again and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. Just like that night several weeks ago, Reiko couldn’t help herself when she reached forward and grabbed his wrists to pull his hands away from his face. It was like some inert ability called her to action in these moments. A desire in her chest that had laid dormant until… well, it made her want to comfort him.

“I don’t think it’s pathetic… but why?”

Reiko asked, Obito’s gaze landing back on her face, forcing the eye contact that made her feel small. He looked desperate to speak for a moment, his chin titled upward and his dark eyes pleading. Then, he seemed to think better of it, shaking his head and clicking his tongue against his teeth.

“It’s… don’t worry about it. It’s stupid.”

He said, trying to pull away from her, but Reiko’s grip on his wrists tightened and she didn’t move from her position. Didn’t change the concerned expression on her face. Obito’s eyes darted down to her hands, then her concerned face again. Finally, he sighed, his shoulders sagging again, though he couldn’t look at her when he spoke.

“Just… when I was younger I always thought that I would… that my first time would be with Rin.”

Obito admitted, but when he’d really realized what he’d said he blushed furiously, dark eyes widening in panic.

“Not-Not that I thought about it a lot or anything! Really, I’m not like that and we were young but- I don’t know. I just always thought that I would spend the rest of my life with her and that… included all of the firsts.”

He clarified, dropping his head forward a bit bashfully. Again, this tugged at her heartstrings. Made the guilt rise in her throat like vomit. There was something so honest and innocent in his eyes when he spoke about Rin. That first love from early childhood… she knew what that was like.

“Obito… I’m sorry if I took those firsts from you… I didn’t even think-“

Reiko started to say, but he was cutting her off yet again, his white eyebrows furrowing.

“No, no… don’t be sorry. Really, Rei. I wasn’t upset because I regret anything. I think maybe… it’s just hard. Because for so long I thought about a future with her. And even after… even after everything happened, I only thought about building a world where I could still have a future with her. But…”

Obito tried to explain, trailing off a bit out of self consciousness. But Reiko wanted to hear more. She had to hear more. So, she took his pale hand and brought it up to her mouth, pressing a soft kiss against his knuckles. Obito picked his head back up to stare at her, though he didn’t appear as shocked as he would have a couple weeks ago.

“But?”

Reiko asked, pulling a soft smile from Obito. It seemed like he’d found some reassurance or confidence, because he locked eyes with her when he said the next part.

“But… I think, maybe, I could see a future with you. And these past couple weeks that we’ve spent apart, I started to realize that. I really like you, Rei. And I think that’s what Rin would have wanted, ya know? For me to at least try and move on… to be happy. And I am happy. With you.”

Obito finished, completely stunning her in place and making her blood run colder with every word. The hope on his face made her physically sick. She shouldn’t have asked. She should have just let him wallow. Let him keep all those flowery words to himself. In the beginning, she thought she would have been able to laugh at him for being so naive, so tenderhearted and easy to manipulate, but as he stared at her with nothing but admiration, Reiko felt nothing but guilt.

“At least he’ll die happy.”

With that, her tongue twisted to form the words before she could stop them.

“I’m happy with you too.”

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purplecraze · 2 years ago

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Beauty and the Beast AU 3

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:13 PM

He climbed the gate like he did time before and sneaked in

He took some steps inside and looked around

"Umh...Hello? Its me again! I-Im not here to steal stuff again i swear!! I just umh, have some questions??" He asked as he walked deeper in the house

"Like uh...not to sound rude but did you cursed me? People kinda hate me now. Like, more than the usual haha..."

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 9:16 PM

Upon entering, he could hear a faint 'you-!' in the distance.

But aside from that, there was no answer.

the place was a complete mess this time around. Not as destructive as that night had sound, but it hadn't miraculously been undone either....

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:18 PM

Yep it was messy...but at this point nara didnt even question it too much. If whoever (or whatever?) lived here passed his time by breaking and fixing stuff, none of hia business.

"Umh...at least may i know if birdy its ok now?"

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 9:22 PM

"..........."

One of the candles lit up by itself and the little bird appeared on it.

it looked fine, physically. But it was staying on a distance.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:24 PM

"Hi little one! Looks like you are recovering! ...from whatever you had- sorry, i like birds but i dont know a lot of yknow, fire birds" He awkardly giggled

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 9:25 PM

the little thing staid where it was, just eying him.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:27 PM

"So umh...Is like a way i can talk to who lives here? I know im being a bit of a pest right now but i got kicked out from the village over some forks so i kinda have some questions hah"

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 9:29 PM

once more, it was quiet for a while.

Then, the bird flew off into one of the hallways, too fast for Narancia to follow.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:30 PM

He tired to follow it, but he gived up after he sprinted somewhere

"Uh ok?? Im gonna umh...Im gonna wait here!"

God he felt so awkard

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 9:33 PM

it took another long time for the bird to return. at least an hour went by, in complete silence.

But eventually, it returned with 2 pieces of paper: one folded note and one envelope with a seal on it baring the same emblem as the silverware had had.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:35 PM

Usually leaving a boring Narancia alone for a lot was kinda dangerous, but for now he just like?? Fixed some of the stuff in the room??

"I was bored...and i wanted to apologized" he murmured to the bird before opening the note

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 9:39 PM

the bird perched on his shoulder, but didn't ask for more attention beyond that.

The note was as followed:

'You are not cursed.

5 days from now, merchants will deliver supplies.

Hand them the envelope and go with them.'

there was a small ink spot on the paper at the end of that sentence, as if a pen had been pressed to it for a while.

'I apologize for what you have been through on my account.'

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:41 PM

"Oh"

It took him a while to read all of that but then got the envelope in his new jacket pocket

"Uh! Thanks sir ghost!! And umh, no need to apologize! Im kinda the one that sneaked in the house in the first place!" He said, cupping his mouth to be heard

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 9:43 PM

he could hear a timid sigh, but that was all the feedback he was going to get.

The bird got off his shoulder and flew circles in the air for a while.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:45 PM

Nara looked at the bird for a while

"You are really cute yknow? Do you have a name or do i have to keep calling you birdy?"

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 9:47 PM

the bird flew towards him but seemed to hesitate for a moment, it then flew in the direction of the dining hall, slow enough for Narancia to follow.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:48 PM

"Ok ok i follow you!" He said, well if he needed to live there for some days then better get used to it

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 9:49 PM

once more, there was all kinds of delicious food waiting for him. The dining hall was all cleaned up too.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:52 PM

"Uh thanks again??" He murmured

And while yes in the past 2-3 days he ate more than the usual, it still looked all so good. And while he was not feral like the first time, he still happily ate everything that could fit in his stomatch

"So...does mr ghost comes to eat or?" He asked to the bird feeding it a slice of apple

"If merchants come here with the food it means he has to eat right??"

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 9:54 PM

the bird shook its head, seeming to understand exactly what he was saying, but not being able to communicate back.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:56 PM

He looked at it curious and petted its head

"Its just you two here right? At least i hope you keep eachother company"

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:01 PM

it flew towards a cabin and took hold of an empty sheet of paper, then perched down on top of an ink bottle.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:02 PM

He grabbed the bottle and looked at it

"Uh...i cant really write if its what you need" he said, opening it anyway

"Dont tell me that you can write because i cant belive a bird can and i dont" he giggled

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:04 PM

The bird took one of its own feathers, even though it didn't hurt. he dipped it in the ink and indeed started writing.

'No, just one.'

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:15 PM

"Uh?" Now he was even more curious

Now even the bird writing

"Well must be loney here then..."

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:16 PM

the bird lay the feather pen down again, not replying.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:19 PM

"Ah thinking about i disnt even present myself!" He said

"My name is Narancia Ghirga!"

He then poked his tongue out as he tried to write his name, it was wonky, the letters of different sizes and a bit wobbly

"...Yeah not the best but i never went to school haha"

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:22 PM

The bird took the feather up once more and wrote 'The bird doesn't have a name, call it what you like.'

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:23 PM

"Oh cool- hold on- whats -your- name mr ghost?" He asked squinting his eyes aa he finished eating the apple he shared with the bird

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:25 PM

'Pannacotta Fugo', it wrote in a very neat font.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:25 PM

"Like the cake???" He tried to not laugh, after all he was named after a fruit

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:27 PM

the bird pecked his hand.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:28 PM

"Ok ok sorry!" He murmured

"...can i know why we are talking via magical bird and not face to face?"

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:29 PM

it held the feather for a while, probably considering what to write.

'It's a risk I don't want to take.

You're not cursed, but I am.'

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:31 PM

"...Yknow, i think a week ago i wolunt belive it but the magic bird messaging and how people freaked out is aready a good proof. Soooo, is bad education asking someone how they got cursed or??"

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:33 PM

Yes, it kinda is. And so the bird only wrote 'messing with black magic'

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:34 PM

Yeah that sounded like a good way to get cursed

"Uh cool- no i mean, not cool for you of course! But like, cool as magic is cool? I guess?? Nevermind-"

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:36 PM

'is there anything that you'd like?'

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:40 PM

"Umh- dunno i was kinda busy...not dying to have hobbies" He laughed

"I guess i just like to chill? Im kinda good with animals and fixing stuff tho? I kinda like birds too pff, your pet is really cute. Oh i kinda used to play the harmonica but i had to sell it for some shoes a couple of years ago and i cant read the notes i kinda learn by trying till i get the song"

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:43 PM

the bird hopped over to a small silver bowl that was on the table. the metal started to bubble and shrink into itself, forming like some kind of clay. it kept doing that for a few minutes, until it had formed itself into a harmonica.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:45 PM

"Woahh!" Nara looked at it

"Thats so cool!!" With a bit of hesitation he grabbed the harmonica, blowing it

"Ah ok sorry that was off-" He giggled awkardly and then tried again, playing some short folk song

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:47 PM

from somewhere within the house, Narancia could hear the same song resound. Only it wasn't the sound of an harmonica. The same melody was played on a piano.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:49 PM

A duet??

He took another breath and keept playing, making sure to not miss any note

"You are really good!" He exclamed when the song was over

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:50 PM

there came no reply, just the bird sitting on the paper.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:51 PM

"You welcome!" He replied a bit sarcastic

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:52 PM

yeah, sorry Nara, he won't allow himself to warm up to you so easily....

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:55 PM

Fair

The boy looked around, before thinking that, magic or not, maybe he should at least wash the dishes since he was an unwanted guest

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:58 PM

whatever he was doing, Fugo let him do as he pleases. the bird followed him along, though.

the items in the kitchen that had been a mess before had now been fixed..... except for the items that Narancia had attempted to fix. Those were left untouched.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 11:02 PM

He put the harmonica in his pocket and got in the kitchen,

looked around till he found the soap and then took off his jacket, pulled up his sleeve and started to wash, luckly he didnt made too much of a mess, washing dishes was one of the few job that would hire people like him so he kinda knew how to handle it. Of course he was pretty sure those plates were waaaaay more expensive than the ones from some shitty inn

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 11:07 PM

somehow, holding the plate so tentatively, it felt weird. As if it SHOULD be broken, but it isn't.

Being in complete pristine state, it still looked absolutely miserable.

For someone alone in a castle, plates at a bustling inn must hold far greater value....

#purplecraze #orange plane boy #fugo replies #beauty and the beast au

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depressedhatakekakashi · 3 years ago

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Dear K,

I hope you don't mind if I address you that way. I could call you Kakashi-san too, if that's what you'd prefer.

Thank you so much for responding to my letter and agreeing to my pen pal! I have a huge smile on my face as I write this. As a token of my gratitude, dinner is on me- a bowl of miso ramen at Ichiraku's. You won't meet me there, but I do hope you enjoy it, after a long, good day!

I really appreciate the fact that you respect my privacy. Thank you. I know all too well that a friendship does work better in person, but I'm quite hesitant to meet you. You see, I've often been compared to a very lovable student of yours, and well- I'd rather you get to know the side of myself that I hardly show people.

But well, since we're starting a friendship, it's unfair if you know nothing about me. So here goes- You already know I'm a girl. I'm a Shinobi, I love books and dogs, I enjoy both sun and rain, and I like to take long walks by the Nara river.

I actually do like to read Icha Icha. I mean, the smutty parts make me uncomfortable and I skip them, but there definitely is a classy, solid plot which I find so engaging! I'd love if we could talk about it sometime :)

Thank you again for replying Kakashi-san, and I hope you had a lovely day and you enjoy your dinner!

Yours,

Miso Ramen? Now that was a gesture he couldn't turn down. After a long day of training his body ached too much for him to even attempt making his own food, so the opportunity to go out and have some Ramen on someone else dime was something he wasn't going to turn down.

He'd just have to make it up to his secret friend at a later date.

During his meal, Kakashi quickly found himself surrounded by some very familiar faces, and he wasn't at all surprised when one of them ended up being naruto. Even after all of his attempts to get the kid to eat more veggies, he still lived off of Ramen.

Finishing with his meal, he left a note with Ayame for his new pen pal., thanking her when she promised to pass it on.

Dear A,

Thank you for the meal, it was just what i needed after the long day I had.

Please don't worry about meeting me in person. This may be a strange way of making friends, but I like it. I've never been good with face to face interactions myself, so this might be the best way for me not to scare you off or make you change your mind about me too soon.

I have installed a little notebox into my apartment door that you'll find you can access from outside of the apartment. It might be easiest for us to leave letters there from now on, so that we know exactly where to look.

I look forward to your next letter.

Please take care of yourself

-K

P.S. You can call me K or Kakashi, i don't mind either way.

#Kakashi responds #Letters from the void

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writingnojutsu · 4 years ago

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NARUTO OC INTRODUCTION

say hello to:

KURAI KANEKO

Clan: Kaneko Family (a small but extremely powerful clan which is in danger since they’re considered a threat due to their power)

Affiliation: Konohagakure

Age: SHIPPUDEN ERA, NARUTO GENERATION

Rank: Jounin (she aspires to become an Anbu for the Hokage)

Birth Date: November 5

Height: 1.60 cm

Nature Type: Lightning Release, Wind Release

Sensei/Supervisor: switches between Kakashi Hatake and Gai

Team: ordered by the Hokage to join Team Gai after being recruited from her clan

Rival: whoever her friends are fighting tbh

Summoning animal: Black Panther

NOTE: - The Kaneko Clan is known for being black panther tamers, amongst other things -

Lover: was arranged to marry Neji Hyuga but has feelings for Shikamaru

Best friends: Shikamaru, Naruto and Kiba

Kekkei Genkai: Has the ability to toss people into the darkness dimension where they're faced with their own mortality and ultimate nothingness, only to bring them back emotionally and psychologically stunted or they can be left there to death. This is a very dark and powerful kekkei genkai, which is why her clan is in danger of being executed from the shinobi world.

STORY/DESCRIPITION:

Despite her clan being related to darkness, mystery and power, Kurai Kaneko has been taught by her clan to not use her Kekkei Genkai unless an extreme situation requires it to. Her clan is feared by most, so they keep themselves away from everyone, but Lady Tsunade decided its better to have them on Konoha’s good side and that’s when Kurai was recruited from her clan to join Team Gai and work for Konoha.

Kurai has an incredibly high IQ, often fighting places with Shikamaru for who’s Konoha’s biggest brain. Even though her clan is small and she wasn’t used to being around lots of people, she is very talkative and loud, which made her become instant friends with Naruto. Her clan being known for taming black panthers, brought Kiba closer to her since he has a huge interest on knowing more about it.

The Kaneko clan is part of Konoha but is kept away, meaning they’re at least a day away from Konoha. Once Kurai joined Team Gai, Shikaku Nara volunteered to give her a home at the Nara house, making Kurai and Shikamaru become close friends since they pretty much live together.

The Hyugas and the Kanekos have been planned a marriage arrangement between Neji and Kurai, but Kurai is doing everything she can to break up the traditional clan system and choose her own destiny.

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A/N: that’s it for now lmaooo, let me know if you guys want to know anything more about her!! this is my first drawing of her so I’ll do better ones once i have the time and my digital pen arrives.

would absolutely love to hear your thoughts!!

#naruto #naruto request #naruto imagines #naruto headcanons #naruto hc #naruto oc #shikamaru headcanons #shikamaru x reader #shikamaru fanfiction #shikamaru nara #shikamaru imagine #naruto drawing #own character

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xandraspalace · 3 years ago

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[1/2] Love Letter : A Cloudy Summer Sky

----- [1/2] Love Letter : A Cloudy Sky || A Reza Avanluna [NIJISANJI ID] Song Fiction

Summary : Summer. What do you think about when you hear the hot season? For Reza Avanluna, summer romance will always bring him to the past, to the feelings he once wrote on paper.

WC : 1918 Words

Cast Mentioned : Mamaluna, Derem Kado, Nara Haramaung, Azura Cecillia, Rai Galilei.

Warning : Grammar errors, Echa Violette as Reza Avanluna’s twin sister. THAT’S THE WARNING! A little OOC, perhaps? MLQC and Given References.

Story Notes : I want you guys to imagine that Tamvanluna is basically a person. You can imagine it as you, or someone else. But I will make it gender-neutral.

A/N : Isn't it too late to post this? I mean, it's been over a week since Midsummer Nights. Repeating the Ejak’s relay turn and his free talk like a hundred of times to write this owo:”

SUMMER. Many things will come to your mind when someone mention this season. But for Reza Avaluna, what he always thinks about summer has nothing to do with the season.

Every summer, Reza will always think about the feelings he left at the end of winter—more precisely on Valentine's Day. Very far from the summer air, isn't it? That’s the holder of ‘Awan’ name for you.

Every Valentine, Reza will write a love letter. No one know who it's for, but in the end, the letter will continue to be in his hands. With the stamp seal that still locking the cinnamon-scented envelope, he wouldn’t allow anyone to touch it let alone read the contents of the letter.

At that time he knew nothing. Little did he know that all the feelings he wrote would be carried away by the summer breeze and heard by many.

User0001 EH?! MIDSUMMER NIGHTS?! User2902 What about the line-ups?! PLEASE TELL US ALREADY! User7628 I can’t wait to hear them all!

Reza couldn't help but smile, staring at his phone screen which showed hundreds or even thousands of comments from his fans. His fingers continued to scroll through the screen of his phone, taking him deeper into the thoughts of the people out there about the upcoming event. Sometimes he giggled and even laughed out loud.

Until he heard a knock on the door of his room, Reza turned his head. "Oh, Derem?" he was confused when he saw the magical girl in his doorway.

“The others have gathered,” she said, telling Reza to hurry up indirectly.

"Oh, of course! In a minute!" he immediately turned off the screen of his phone and put it in his jeans pocket.

The announcement of Midsummer Nights has started to become a hot topic throughout NIJISANJI Global. The previous topic about NIJISANJI Koshien has not completely died down, but fans have been hyped up again with the announcement of this karaoke relay.

"Since both of you have agreed, Nara, Reza, make sure submit your list as soon as possible, okay?"

“Okay!” “Sure!” the both of them answered very enthusiastically.

Nara tapped her pen on the table, looking like she was thinking about something. "Should I search for the keyword with summer?" she asked.

"Take it easy," Azura said as she leaned against the edge of the table and took a sip of her drink. "Why do it now if you can do it another time?" she continued.

"It’s not like that!" Nara snapped a bit. She can only sighed. "Yeah, maybe my previous idea was more efficient. I'm going to do another summer-themed search."

Compared to Nara who was straight to the point, Reza's mind was distracted by the slightly cloudy summer sky instead. The day was warm and not too hot, making him a little nostalgic. The warmth of the day also warmed his heart. It makes him want to listen to some sad songs.

“What about you, Jak?”

Reza immediately raised his gaze up. Nara, Azura, and almost everyone in the room stared at him. "W-what is what?" Reza was confused, snapping out from him own daydream.

“We heard you have a lot of original song drafts. Why don't you try to sing one of it in the event?" the sound of the cola can lid being opened was heard along with Rai's question.

“Eh, can I do an original song?!” his twinkle lilac eyes looked up at his manager and staff in the room.

They nodded and smiled. "Yes, of course. Why not? Don’t you think it would be great and fun if you do the last song live with your guitar and everything?”

A smile grew on his face. “Sure, I guess?” he already had many considerations in his mind regarding the original song he would use in the event.

In the dusk, Reza was busy preparing his stream for the night. However, he was surprised when his phone suddenly rang, indicating an incoming message.

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[ Today : “Reza Avanluna... Your schedules next week?” ]

His eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, no!" he cursed. Reza, who was in a hurry and almost fell off of his chair, immediately opened the folder on his computer and looked for the files he needed.

After he sent what Mamaluna asked, he looked at the clock hanging in his room. “That was close,” he sighed as he realized he had submitted his work in the last minute.

He immediately dialed Mamaluna's phone number to confirm his work. Reza waited nervously for her to answer.

"What?" as soon as he heard Mamaluna's voice, which was distinctive because of her assertiveness, Reza swallowed his saliva in nervousness.

"E-Ejak has submitted the schedule for the next week, you can check first," he reported.

Mamaluna who was on the other side of the phone was silent for a moment, making her son even more nervous. "I believe I asked you to submit the schedule earlier because you have a collab stream today?”

“Earlier...?” however, a reminder flashed in his mind, making he gasp.

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[ Yesterday : “You got a collab schedule tomorrow, right? Make sure to submit your schedules earlier.” ]

"I’m over," Reza muttered in his heart. “I-I’m so sorry!” he whispered softly.

Afraid of being scolded further, Reza reflexively ended the call. But for Mamaluna who thought that her conversation with Reza had not been completed, she called Reza back.

Knowing his life is on the line, Reza picked up the call. "Yes?" his voice trembled.

"You hung up on me," Mamaluna cutted straight to the point. Her cold voice made Reza shuddered a little.

"Oh, no! Mama, Ejak would never hang up on you!” his awkward laugh was met with a silence. Reza sighed and gave up. "I'm very sorry,” he whispered.

"That’s enough," she sighed. "I'll check your schedule first. If there are issues, I'll let you know right away."

“Oh, uh... okay...”

“What?” getting a doubtful answer from her son, Mamaluna looked confused.

“Ah, nothing! I just thought you’d be a lot angrier with me,” he told her honestly.

“Being angry with every little thing people might do is a waste of time and energy. Just make sure you don't do it again!” she reminded him. "How about Midsummer Nights? Have you considered which songs to sing?” Mamaluna changed the topic.

"Hm, I've started to choose the song that I will sing there. I will also try to sing my original song," he explained.

"Oh, I see? You have two weeks. Don't be in too much of a hurry but don't get too caught up in it either. Understand?"

“Okay, I understand.”

"Then, I'll end the call."

After the call ended, Reza immediately threw back himself to his chair. A long sigh escaped his lips. He stared at the ceiling for a long time.

A moment later, a drawer—who knows what's in it—attracts his attention. Reza immediately straightened his sitting position and pulled the drawer.

“Ah!” he gasped.

A pile of letters. He didn't even realize he had written so many letters until the last Valentine. What surprised him even more is that all the letters were still very neatly sealed. Except for one letter.

Among all the envelopes that kept Reza's feelings tightly, there was one that was actually opened. "Huh?" Reza, who was confused immediately took the open envelope.

Reza thought twice when he was about to pull out the paper in the envelope. Although in the end, curiosity overcame his ego. Reza pulled the paper out from its envelope.

Slowly but surely, he read every word his feelings poured into the letter. But the more he read it, the darker the shades of red on his cheeks. He gave up on continuing to read it. The songwriter covered his mouth and tried to take in as much air as possible, hoping it would cool his cheeks.

Until the sound of an incoming call from the phone he was still holding interupted ho,. Before answering the call, Reza checked the contact name on his phone screen. "Echa?" he was confused but still decided to answer the call.

"What’s wrong?" without a proper greeting, Reza immediately asked the caller to ther point.

“Was your stream this week going well? So what was it like being offered to sing on Midsummer Nights? Did it make you remember anything?" the young woman named Echa asked him.

“Remember anything… meaning?” once again, he was confused by his own twin sister.

“Oh, come one, you know,” Echa teased him. "The feelings you can't say. The feelings that you can only write on a piece of paper. Or maybe… a feeling you can only express through a song?”

At that moment, he gasped. "How do you know about that?!" Reza automatically shouted, demanding for an explanation. It's possible that Echa had to keep her phone away from her ear because of the sound of her twin screaming.

"Huh?!" Echa sounded surprised. “Well, you know, a lot of things happened!” she chuckled awkwardly.

"Echa Violette!" Reza scolded her, making the young woman fell into silence. Knowing what Echa was doing, Reza tried to contain his wrath. “How many times have I told you, stay away from my desk! The last time you were near my desk, you took over my stream! And now you opened a drawer that's supposed to be private one for me?!”

"Oh, I really am sorry! I didn't mean to open those letters!" she said, apologizing. "B-but, if I remember, you has several song arrangements with love letters theme, right?"

"Eh?" his pretty violet eyes widened. He was silent, letting Echa to explain what she meant.

"The song you sang four months ago! That wasn’t the complete arrangement, no? It still unfinished?” Echa explained. "Why don't you try to finish the song and sing it during Midsummer Nights?" she continued, making some suggestions.

Reza was silent for a moment. "Can I finish it in two weeks?" Reza asked, both to Echa and himself.

"Well, if that's the problem," Echa was silent for a moment. "Why don't you just sacrifice your stream schedule a bit?"

The Worlds Chronicler was silent again and made considerations. He had to admit, what Echa suggested was a pretty good idea. He's sure his fans won't mind if he has to skip a stream or two. After all in the end, they could hear all his feelings through the song. Isn't that quite fair? he thought.

"Or if you allow me, Echa can take over your stream again."

Reza who intended to thank him gave up his intention. His face immediately showed that he wasn’t interested at all in handing over his stream to his twin sister, considering the APEX Stream incident about a week ago. "No, thank you!" Reza grumbled. "I better have a ten hours stream, rather than you have a two hours stream. Stay away from my desk!” Reza growled.

"Eh, okay," Echa immediately shrank. “In that case, have fun!” Echa ended the call.

Without any further consideration, Reza immediately opened the device where he used to compose and arrange his instruments and writing his songs. Reza opened the drawer that had previously been a secret place for his feelings and took out some letters he had written, hoping he could turn those feelings into some lyrics. Of course, he also took his favorite guitar.

Reza still had a few hours before his stream began and Reza decided to spend the rest of his time before the stream making progress on his original song.

"Love Letter by Reza Avanluna," he wrote in the final songlist sheet that he had to submit to staff-san. -----[TBC]

Love Letter : A Cloudy Summer Sky A Fiction by Author Xandra September, 2021

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