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𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : the canaries (mithrun, pattadol, fleki, lycion)
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : the canaries with a reader that’s scared of thunder
𝐚/𝐧 : if you understand the reference in the title, i love you. but anyways, it’s a crime that there’s barely any content for the canaries so i wrote some hcs/short scenarios for some of them! sorry if this seems occ, it’s my first time writing for them. anyways, hope y’all enjoy <3
↳ 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐔𝐍
• | with pre-ending mithrun, you will have to be the brave one and come to him instead. he won’t exactly reassure the grip you have on his arm, but he will still sit with you til the thunder stops.
• | however, with post-ending mithrun you will receive a comforting embrace. since he now has the desire to pursue his wants, he will try his best to calm you down… in his own way. he isn’t always the best at figuring out what exactly you’re feeling at times despite how observant he can be, so figuring out a way to comfort you proves to be difficult. so the only way he knows how to show you how much he cares is through physical touch…
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as your body began to cower deeper and deeper into the bed, mithrun finally made his move to calm you down. from his spot at his desk, he pushed the chair back under the table and strolled right over to the bed. he was careful with lifting the covers of the bed up as to not startle you, then slid quietly underneath the covers next to you.
apparently, you didn’t even notice him slipping under the covers until you felt his head lay softly on your stomach. your hands still kept their places over your eyes, but with the new feeling on your body, you let out a surprised gasp. “huh, mithrun?”
at this point, he began to close his eye at the comfort you radiated. the feeling wasn’t making him become sleepy, but rather relaxed because of your warmth. “you’re afraid, right?”
with a raised brow and eyes filled with confusion, you peaked between your fingers to look at mithrun. “yes?”
his eye remained closed as he became more comfortable in the bed, snuggling deeper into your side like a cat begging for more attention. “then let’s stay like this til the storm is over.”
a fond smile appeared on your face at the elf’s sweet actions, having not seen them that often. though, you were beginning to see more and more of this side of him. it was nice.
↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐋
• | pattadol is fast to provide you comfort when you’re afraid, with her quick thinking she always comes up with multiple ideas that she could use to help you calm down. but this isn’t without her own panic as well, her worry that she won’t be able to help you makes her more scared than you are yourself. brewing a fresh pot of tea, covering your ears to drown the sound out, or even having you wrapped up in a blanket burrito are all lengths she would go to so you can feel safe. but despite all of these futile ideas, there’s one idea that she has left…
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pattadol’s attempts to calm your hurried breathing were proving to be fruitless, the fear you were feeling wasn’t going to go away any time soon. she could only watch as you stood next to her, shaking uncontrollably while her mind couldn’t make a move to help you. just that thought alone was enough to make her afraid for you, then something finally came to mind.
with a wobbly smile, pattadol turned to look you directly in the eye. she placed a hand on your shoulder to grab your attention then began to slowly guide you to the couch. “here, [name], get comfortable while i grab a bigger blanket. i’ll be back in just a second. i promise.”
after a short while, pattadol came running back in the living room and to your side, blanket in hand. the feeling of worry began to dissipate once she sat down next to you, threw the blanket overtop the both of your bodies, and pulled you close. she made sure that your head was laid right on top of her chest while her other hand was placed on top of your ear, so this way instead of thunder, it was only her heart beat that you could hear.
what made it even better was that pattadol was cozy and warm, the feeling made you want to fall right into a nice nap. however, the elf holding you was still worried about your well-being. with her brows furrowed, she looked down at you and spoke softly. “are you feeling better? does this help?”
you could only mutter a small “yes” before your breathing became steady and your body became totally limp against pattadol.
with that, the elf smiled at her victory. she had gotten you to calm down and finally take a much needed rest. panic like that can’t be good for the body, she thought. but at least she had been able to help you. “good. the storm should subside soon, so until then please rest.”
↳ 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐊𝐈
• | fleki doesn’t usually pay much attention to the storms that occur so thunder and lightening don’t frighten her that much, but once she see’s how afraid you get she takes them a bit more seriously. she’s not the best at distracting you but she tries her best, she even offered you some of her “shrooms” one time because she ran out of ideas…
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you looked down at your girlfriends hands, a grimace of disgust overtaking your once fearful frown. reaching one hand out from your blanket cocoon, you gently pushed her hand away. “fleks, i don’t want drugs.”
fleki’s lips turned down into a pout. a part of her was frustrated with you for denying all of her ideas, but the other was plain frustrated with herself. she wish she had better ideas to actually help you rather than being a goof instead, so much for being a decent girlfriend.
with a sigh, she got up from her place on the floor and dramatically stretched her arms up above her head. as she was doing so, she turned to look at you. “well if you don’t want that… c’mon, sweets. let’s play a game to take your mind off things.”, then she walked over to your game shelf to look over your options.
her nonchalant attitude is what made you nervous, that was the way fleki always was but then again she was always unpredictable. so with a hesitant move, you began to crawl out of your blanket to see what exactly she was grabbing. “what kind of game, fleks?”
with a quick spin, she flashed you a deck of cards. “go fish!”, she exclaimed triumphantly.
you raised a brow at her enthusiasm, your nervousness leaving you completely along with it. why was she so excited about go fish? you don’t exactly know. but regardless, you took your place at the table across from where your girlfriend would be sitting. along with you came your blanket for warmth, which you wrapped tightly around you as fleki sat across from you.
with a quick shuffle of the cards, fleki began dealing the cards to the both of you. the game started out slow, but the two of you quickly became competitive and shit talked each other for laughs as the game went on. you were beginning to be distracted from the storm, which was exactly what fleki was aiming for.
in the end, it was she who won the game as well. what you hadn’t known the entire game until she revealed it to you, was that she had hidden a card to ensure her victory. all’s fair in love and war, she said. and oh was this definitely war. “aw crud, you seriously had a five? hiding a card under you is cheating, y’know?”
she let out a loud laugh at your comment, smiling smugly at you. “hah! you’re beginning to sound like pattadol now!”
you couldn’t help but shutter out a laugh at the comparison to the canary, “hey!”
seeing now that you were truly having fun, fleki’s spirits were being lifted again. the victorious grin she bore turned into a softer one, glad that she had achieved something good for you. “let’s go again! we’ll see if you can win this time!”
↳ 𝐋𝐘𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐍
• | he notices pretty quickly that you’re scared of the booming noises outside due to the way your eyes widened with fear at the first rumble. he doesn’t want to leave you alone while your trembling like this, but he will leave you for a moment to make sure the curtains of your windows are closed so you can’t see the lightening either. once he returns, he’s making sure you stay close to him so you feel safer. just like pattadol, he will cover your ears to help drown out the noise as well. and if that idea doesn’t work, he’ll change into his beast form so you can pet him…
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“are you sure this is okay?”, you whispered. your boyfriend had taken his place between your legs, resting his head comfortably on your chest so you could easily reach his fluffy fur. his arms also had wrapped themselves around your waist, acting as a blanket. with the way his body was now, there was no way you were getting up. at least, not for awhile.
lycion didn’t have any complaints about that fact, he loves to cuddle you. though, he never did so with you in his beast form before. it never really crossed his mind before, but the sight of you afraid made him have to think outside of the box. now what he was worried about was making sure you remained calm. “‘course, why wouldn’t it be?”
you looked to the side. it wasn’t that this form that bothered you, no, he was beautiful. but the thought that he may have felt like he had to didn’t sit right with you. “i don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”
he waved a hand at you, dismissing the thought. then he nuzzled his head deeper into your chest, signaling you that he wanted you to pet him. so with a gentle hand, you began running your fingers through his hair along with giving him a few head scratches. “please, pet me all you’d like. and maybe tell me about your day out with that half-elf girl, marcille, was it? i’d like to hear more about all the fun you had.”
so you began rambling on about your outing with marcille, not missing a single detail. how you had a run in with rin from kabru’s party, going to a new restaurant the both of you wanted to try, and all the shops you got to go to. hearing how your day went, he was almost jealous that he didn’t get to be there with you because of his duties.
as you finished your story, you began to focus on the man in your arms and how cute he was. his eyes were closed just at your touch, if he was a cat, he would definitely be purring. it was so domestic and sweet, your body was beginning to feel tired from the warmth surrounding you. “you’re pretty soft, lycion.”
he laughed a bit at your statement, “why thank you, love.”
then the room went silent, but not without the sounds of the storm still outside. lycion could hear that your heartbeat had slowed down, then he glanced up to get a look at your face. and lo and behold, you were fast asleep with your hand still resting on his head. his eyes widened at the sight, surprised that you fell asleep so quickly, “they fell right asleep, huh?”
but he relaxed against you as he was before, loving the affection he was getting. “gotta say, this ain’t bad.”
“sweet dreams, [name].”
@𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 - please do not translate or copy my works.
𝐚/𝐧 : if you’d like a pt. 2 with laio’s party, lemme know!
#@𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬#pattadol x reader#fleki x reader#lycion x reader#pattadol dungeon meshi#fleki dungeon meshi#lycion dungeon meshi#pattadol#fleki#lycion#the canaries#the canaries x reader#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi x reader#dungeon meshi x you#delicious in dungeon x reader#headcanons#scenarios#mithrun x reader#mithrun#mithrun dungeon meshi#mithrun dunmeshi
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"You're not competition; you're entertainment."
Guten Tag, my dear peasants—or should I say, admirers? 💙
The name’s Michael Kaiser, but you already knew that, didn’t you? The genius striker. The one and only. But this corner of the internet? This isn’t about soccer stats or post-game interviews.
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What to expect:
Stories of our imaginary dates (handpicked for someone as exceptional as you).
Glimpses into what it’s like being with the ultimate boyfriend material. Spoiler: it’s amazing. 😏
Little headcanons about what I would do if I were your boyfriend—because, let’s face it, who wouldn’t dream of that?
Sappy thoughts about you. Because yes, I think about you constantly.
Me being your biggest fan. (Yes, even bigger than you are of me.)
Soccer? Maybe. But this is our space, not a press conference.
Now, don’t be shy—slide into my asks or let me know what you want to see from your beloved Kaiser. Oh, and don’t forget—Ich liebe dich. Always.
occ under the cut luvs
✮ I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing, and I kinda hate myself for whatever this is. Let's start with that (:
✮ mod is @godnorgoddess and other blogs would include @ask-nijiro-nanase and @rin-itoshi-official ✮ I'm aware there are other bllk rp blogs for Kaiser but I really wanted to try out 'boyfriend' material stuff for this guy because I can't even imagine him having a partner? I want to explore his character because I hate him professionally, also I'm failing my German class so this will help me practise my German, translations will be included <3
✮ Uh Kaiser is nineteen so I don't mind NSFW just a little bit y'know light stuff like jokes, NOT directed towards mod though because they are a minor
✮ Also if this concept is a little confusing let me make a quick summary of what this blog is, he's your boyfriend kinda? It's like if Kaiser had a Patreon where he pretends to be people's boyfriend for money lol idfk It can be real if you want there will be no difference unless you want there to be, so basically Micheal Kaiser, but he is DOWN BAD for you, utterly whipped, infatuated.
✮ HES A TEASE, THE BIGGEST TEASE, IT'S HIS LOVE LANGUAGE, YOU WILL BE TEASED
✮ Michael Kaiser is a character from Blue Lock created by Kaneshiro Muneyuki, illustrated by Nomura Yusuke. All rights reserved.
@reapkusho (feel free to tag anyone else that might be interested interacting with this blog in the comments)
#👑 my beloveds#👑 chats#👑 not beloveds#👑 posts#michael kaiser#michael kaiser rp#bllk rp#blue lock rp#blue lock roleplay#blue lock#bllk#michael kaiser x reader#ig??#kinda?
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So as far as the death itself, without checking to refresh my memory, I can recall this much:
He ties himself to a standing stone with his entrails (I'm pretty sure it's his entrails) and dies. Lugaid's men are ordered to shoot the body with a couple of arrows to make sure, then Lugaid triumphantly walks up to the body, possibly to gloat.
When he gets close enough, Cú Chulainn glows with "hero-light" (that's the translation that stands out in my mind the most, I always thought it was a less intense show of power than the riastrad) one last time as his sword falls from his lifeless hand to behead Lugaid. The rest of his men stay back (this may actually be when they shoot the arrows, I'm iffy on the timing of that part) and nobody else approaches Cú Chulainn's body until a corvid lands on his shoulder; I admittedly just saw your post on my dash where someone else mentioned that part - that's why I went with "corvid" - but I already remembered it as being significant. I also remember it being implied (if not said outright) that it's taken as a sign from the Morrígan (or Babd, if the author makes the distinction. You know how it is with na Mórrígna) that he's finally really truly actually dead.
So yeah. That's my recollection, mixed between everything I've read.
So, in BMMM:
Cú Chulainn ties himself to a standing stone so that he might die standing. He ties himself using his "body belt". I think this is a belt and not a euphemism for intestines, mostly because he already yeeted his innards into a lake, and I'm not sure how many of them he's got left at this point.
Cú Chulainn dies
The men of Ireland are afraid to approach him because they think he's still alive.
Erc shames them that they haven't beheaded him yet and they behead him??? This seems like a textual corruption since in the following paragraph it becomes clear that he still has his head, not sure what's going on there.
The Líath Macha comes back and guards Cú Chulainn, killing anyone who approaches him. We are told that he guards CC "as long as his soul was in him and the hero's light from his forehead remained"; presumably the light goes out when he finally actually dies, but that isn't mentioned.
A scald-crow lands on Cú Chulainn's body, making it clear he's dead. There is nothing textual to suggest the bird is anything except a regular carrion bird, but people do tend to read into it.
Lugaid beheads Cú Chulainn (again???) (This one seems to be the actual beheading since it is referenced later)
Cú Chulainn's sword falls from his hand and chops off Lugaid's hand
Cú Chulainn's arm is struck off in revenge
A few small details differ from your account but on the whole it's broadly similar, except that there are no arrows. Arrows are pretty rare in Irish sources, to be honest.
In OCC:
Cú Chulainn asks Láeg to help him go to the standing stone so that the men of Ireland will think him alive and won't behead him. Once there, he just seems to lean against it, I don't think he actually ties himself to it in this one.
Cú Chulainn dies
(Láeg leaves with the Dub Sainglend to go and tell Emer.)
The men of Ireland are afraid to approach Cú Chulainn for three days and three nights (big timeline extension compared to BMMM and very much sets CC up as Rubbish Jesus)
During these three days and nights, Cú Chulainn's body is guarded by the Líath Macha
Medb summons Badb ingen Cailitín and tells her to go and find out whether Cú Chulainn is alive or not.
The men of Ireland see Badb ingen Cailitín in the form of a scald-crow land on Cú Chulainn, so they know he's dead.
They attempt to take Cú Chulainn's sword and it falls and chops off ten of their right hands (? I haven't quite translated this part yet, so that's from eyeballing it) (Later on it seems like one of these hands was Lugaid's, but I'm not sure that was actually specified) ETA having now translated this passage, essentially they can't get close enough because of the sword, so Lugaid suggests they cut the tendon of his hand so that the sword will fall. They do, it does, thirty people lose a hand. (Syntactically: ten kings' sons twenty, hence I misread it as ten originally.) One of them is probably Lugaid but it doesn't actually say so.
Medb tells them to behead Cú Chulainn. They agree it's right for Lugaid to be the one to do this, which he does.
Then Cú Chulainn's head seems to glow? Presumably this is a hero's light situation after death. Again, this is beyond where I've got to in my translation, so while I know the broad outline of what's going on, a few of the finer details are a little vague.
Still no arrows!
I would say your version is closest to Brislech Mór Maige Muirthemne, the earlier text, but this is the one part of the story where they actually largely agree on events with only a few differences, such as Láeg's presence and how much they argue over Cú Chulainn's head before and after it is removed from his body.
#oidheadh con culainn#brislech mor maige muirthemne#death of cu chulainn ask game#piedude#answered#ulster cycle
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michael kaiser x older sister reader ♡
°☆° warning: fem!reader, incest, suggested nsfw, characters may seem occ, made-up backstory, not proofread
🚫 MINORS DNI 🚫
⚠ do not copy, edit or repost in any other platform
hearts & reblogs are appreciated <3
kaiser, greatest stricker of the new gen world 11, who is dumbly, totally and madly in love with his older sister
kaiser who is the star of basterd münchen today only bcs of his sister's unwavering love and support, the only person who stood by him when their parents abandoned them and his rich-ass classmates bullied him
kaiser who considers his sister as his own being, someone who exists solely for his sake as she has done in the past
kaiser who accepts his feelings and understands his perverted depraved state of mind (ironically noa was the first person he confessed this too but that's for another part)
kaiser who justifies his feelings as normal, afterall wasn't incest common among emperors? he's an emperor too so what's stopping him?
kaiser who does not hesitate to show his affections towards you. it starts out small with casual touching and escalates quickly to full on confession
kaiser who knows the dilemma you faced in the first few months with him being your beloved baby brother but refuses to budge from his stance
kaiser who slowly but steadily manipulates your mind to see his desire as correct and true making use of your desire to yield everything to him just to see a smile on his face (he used to be such a thoughtful and cute kid too how could you not want to pluck the stars for him?)
kaiser who despite the numerous invitations from all genders has successfully remained a virgin - he is as much yours as you are his (his teammates once thought he has erectile dysfunction lol)
kaiser who does not tell you the amount of porn he has analyzed to just make your first night memorable (may you never check his search history). he considered it absolutely necessary to make sure he knew everything needed to know about sex and post-sex and worshipping
kaiser who finally gets through to you and on his birthday no less (oh what a gift to finally have his empress accept him). all those years spent sleeping beside you trying to rein in his desires, so close yet so far, have finally led to this moment (you both were too poor to afford 2 bkh apartment until he become the bastard star)
kaiser who shows up to practice the next day shining brighter than the sun and his attitude stays mildly tolerable throughout the day (this dispels his teammates' earlier theory)
kaiser who buys you everything you could've dreamed of and beyond just bcs he loves it when you scold him for wasting money on unnecessary items (you don't know how happy it makes him when you still use those)
kaiser who once broke a loser's rival's nose post-game when that trash tried to force himself on you (his teammates know better than to approach you with any ulterior motives since then)
kaiser who only stopped at a broken nose bcs you wound up crying, shaken at the scene (he has other ways to make that trash's life a living hell - ones you'll never know about)
michael fucking kaiser who tried to unsuccessfully beat up noa when he said that there'd be people who might fancy you and you couldn't remain single forever living this incestuous life (why can't you? kaiser sees no problem with this - you, him and possibly some fucking cute children)
#blue lock#bllk#bllk manga#michael kaiser#kaiser x reader#kaiser x you#kaiser x y/n#blue lock x reader#blue lock x y/n#bllk x reader#blue lock smut#kaiser smut
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No title for this one as it's 3 small short fics I wanted to share just for fun and a little bit out of the main series. The short stories were written after I finished MWIII back then. It has a lot of mix feelings in them and maybe some OCC. I really needed to get some stuff out of the system. Also mostly posting them because I finally got the courage to write my own fic about the game with a lot of changes lol Ain't no way Soap remain dead nope! He will be save in my version! So technically these short are not canon for me (had tem with the note Fake Canon in my files)
Enjoy!
Goodbye Soap (Words: 975 / Warning: Mention of death)
She rushed through the crossover with Gaz and Ghost. The urgency was high. The police agents with Price and Soap were KIA, Makarov's bomb was still armed and the Russian was on his way to the two men. Never in her life did she feel out of breath like she did right now. It wasn't the running or constant shooting at Konnis. No, it was something different. A bad feeling that had her by the throat. When they finally reached the bomb site, Scotty's mind went on auto-pilot at soon as she saw him. The corner of her eyes catched Malarov fleeing with his Konnis, the other saw Price to the bomb. Gaz shouted at the captain to get on the bomb. "Soap said we need to cut the red wire. Only red!"
The rest of the conversation went into a blurr. She kneeled next to Soap, Ghost also by. He called out his name. "Johnny!" Her eyes trailed on the pool of blood, the injury on his head. Her hands let go of her gun, instinctively rested on his shoulder and her fingers clenched on his jacket.
"Soap…" The knot in her throat gew thighter. Her hand clenched till her knuckles went white. Her eyes meet Ghost's. They both saw it in each other; the pain. The sadness. Scotty barely paid attention to what was being said from Gaz or Price. They were probably telling Laswell about the one KIA and how Makarov escaped. Her breathing got heavier, her vision blurred. It wasn't the first time she lost a friend on the field. It happened in the army. But it has been a while since. And after all they went through together, she never expected it to happen.
"Scotty! Hey! Camille!" Ghost's voice finally reached her and brought her back to reality. But her mind only had Makarov. Without a word, she grabbed her gun back, ran to the door he had escaped and threw the weapon at it. Pointless as the door was massive and made of metal, it was made to resist in case of flood in the tunnel.
"Fucking Makarov! You fucking bastard!" She screamed followed by another scream of pure rage and pain that echoed in the tunnels. It was chilling. She took back the gun and banged on the door with it. Scotty still had enough clarity to know bullets would only ricochets. Till Gaz came to stop her. He looked at her with as much sadness as she was filled with. The rage in her eyes slowly died down. "He killed him… he killed Soap." Her voice was weak.
"I know. We know." Gaz whispered. Her gun fell to the ground. "Come here." He opened his arms and she buried herself in them. Ghost watched in the distance, Price standing next to him. None of them ever saw her like this before but they all understood her pain. Ghost also lost a friend, one of the very few people he trusted. They all knew the risks, yet… they couldn't shake off those feelings. Ghost looked at Soap. His friend… family was gone. Again, he had lost his family.
"I'm sorry Johnny." He whispered, emotion taking him by the throat as well.
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A few days later, the four of them were standing on the edge of the hill. Sunset in the distance. Somewhere on the coast of Scotland. They knew Soap would have agreed with this place. They stood in silence for a moment. Even Gaz had removed his cap. Scotty held Ghost's hand. Her fingers softly squeezed it from time to time. Her eyes kept looking forwards, she heard Price's voice in the wind. Ghost's fingers gently slipped away from hers. From the corner, she watched as he bent to pick up the urn in the bag. One by one the men said something. When her turn came, her eyes filled with tears again. She couldn't stand seeing the urn. But she had to say something. "My best friend, the brother I never had." Her lips quivered, her voice cracked on a few words. Ghost opened the urn and the ashes scattered in the wind. The four of them stood there to watch. Scotty felt the emotions grow bigger and bigger, but she didn't want to break down in front of Gaz and Price. Not again. She did enough on the day itself and at the funeral. Her eyes remained glued to the horizon, till Gaz and Price left leaving only her and Ghost.
"Camille?" Ghost worried. Her face was turning red, she was holding her breath and the silent tears rolled down. "It's alright, love. You can let go."
No scream. Only sobbing as she crouched. Standing felt like too much. Ghost kneeled to her height and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. The past days had been hard for both, but at least they still had each other. "Why. Why him!" She sobbed loudly. "Motherfucker like Graves fucking lives, but life as to take good guys like Soap! Fuck! Fuck everything! Simon… it fucking hurts and it won't stop… I want it to stop."
"I know, love. We all want it, trust me." He pulled her closer into his arms. His grip tightened as he also felt some tears on the back of his eyes. She always reminded him of Soap, these two were so much alike. Seeing her like this, broken, it only made it worse for him. He wanted to see her back to her old self. Hear laugh and smile. But this would only come with time. For now, they had to grief their best friend. They stayed in each other arms till she calmed down, till their body ached from remaining in the same position for so long and when Price came to tell them it was time to go home.
Revenge (Words: 1k / Warning: Violence)
This was the last stretch. After another long game of cat and mouse, after having Makarov slipping away so many times, they had him pinned. The 141 finally got the upper hand, they were two steps ahead of him. Even if they were running after him right now.
"Ghost, Scotty, take the left! Gaz with me on the right!" Price shouted.
They will corner him. Makarov found himself running in the old building's hallway, alone with no back up, only a pistol with no mag left. He wasn't the kind of man to be afraid, far from it, but he knew when he was about to be beaten. That enraged him. They ruined his plan back then in London, and they did again here. He swore that if he could make it, Price and his task force would win again. The russian quickly found himself in a dead end. He cursed.
"Drop your fucking weapon!" Ghost shouted, his own gun pointed at him.
Makarov did not. He didn't back down, instead firing what was left of ammo to the lieutenant. Ghost fell back, as a few bullets hit him. Scotty grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back to cover. "You good?" Panic was obvious in her tone. There was no denying that this brought back unpleasant memories.
"I'm good, plate stopped most of them." Most as one did graze his upper arm and he was bleeding. More unpleasant memories, that one time in Las Almas. Scotty felt all emotions boiling up. She had to keep them in control. She leaned from cover and pressed the trigger. Nothing. She kept pulling it but no firing. She let out a curse. The worst moment for a stuck gun. If they didn't do anything now Makarov would escape. She looked for her side gun, forgetting she lost it earlier when they took down all the remaining Konnis protecting their boss. She turned to Ghost to use his, however he had dropped it when the bullets hit him. The sergeant leaned out of cover to see it, just as Makarov did. Their eyes met. In a fraction of second both jumped towards it. Scotty slid on the ground, actually kicking the gun out of reach for both. Makarov turned on his heel to attempt a second time to get it, but her feet locked around his leg and he tripped. He flipped on his back, kicking her on time before she could jump on him. Scotty stepped back holding her stomach. It did hurt. Makarov pushed himself up ready to make a run for it. She quickly reacted by throwing herself at him. They struggled again, till she eventually had him pinned down under her.
"What now, Moreau?" He taunted.
"Don't say my name you fucking son of a bitch!" She raged between her teeth. A feeling she thought she had buried long ago, seemed to surface again.
"Why jump on me, when you could have used your knife?" She realized almost too late what he meant, when his hand reached for her throwing knife. Scotty grabbed his wrist, flipped his arm away, swiftly took her knife and stabbed him in the palm. Makarov groaned in pain.
"No… No, that would be too easy." The light in her eyes grew darker. "A bullet or a knife in the heart? Too easy. Choking you would be the same… You are a monster for what you did. Sacrificing your own people for a war? Disgusting."
"Lecture me as you want, we both know it won't change a thing."
"Indeed. It won't bring them back. It won't bring back Soap..."
"MacTavish?" Pain jolted in his jaw as she punched him.
"Don't say his name!" She shouted. "Don't you dare! You killed him! You killed my best friend!" Another hit on the opposite side. "And just now you almost killed Ghost!"
Makarov spat blood, a cocky smile on his face. "Afraid to lose Riley? I wonder why. You are close, right."
She yelled at him to shut up. Rage boiled in every inch of her body. Then, her mind snapped. The memories of Soap lying down in a puddle of blood, motionless, glassy eyes, all while Makarov was running away. "You killed my best friend…" She said softly. But the look she had in her eyes sent chills down his spine. There was no emotion, no life in them.
Ghost watched in the distance. He saw it all. How her back straightened, how the atmosphere felt heavy and then the noises of punches. The cry from the russian as his bones broke under the impact. Her ragged breath, her cries as the pain from a few months prior resurfaced. He saw the blood tainting her first, splattering everywhere. Price and Gaz finally joined up. The sergeant made sure he was ok, the captain went to check on her. "Scotty? Scotty! Hey!" He tried to approach, but he risked getting hurt. "Camille!"
Hearing her name seems to snap her out of her trance. Scotty's fist lowered down and she slowly turned to face her captain. Price's eyes widened, so did Gaz and Ghost's. They knew she was capable of many things. Just like Soap, she did fight the whole world if needed. But none ever saw such a display. Her face was covered with blood splatter, knuckles were red, her clothes were also tainted. Tears mixed with the red on her cheeks. Under her, Makarov lay still, motionless, in a very bad shape. Price placed two fingers on his neck to find no pulse. He turned back to Scotty who was shaking. He put his hand on her shoulder and forced her to look at him, to have her anchored to reality. "It's alright, lass, it's all over. Take a deep breath." He was surprised that she was capable of killing a man with her bare hands. It was a mess.
Ghost, with the help of Gaz, lowered himself to her height. What she just did was horrifying, at least in the eyes of a commoner. He was still unsure, but… "Johnny would like that." He said with a smile behind his mask. Despite the injured arm, the blood covering her, he pulled her into a hug. Makarov was dead, but it would never change what he did.
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Scotty, Gaz and Ghost were casually talking. Joking around, remembering their lost friend. It took them a while to be able to talk of him without feeling an atrocious pain. It still left them with a bitter feeling, but it was bearable. Price joined their table. "What are you talking about, lads?"
"We were talking about Soap." Gaz said with a faint smile.
"He would have loved to kick Graves." Scotty added.
"I guess we have to do it for him now." Ghost finished. "And Shepherd as well."
"That won't be a problem." Price muttered. Or he thought so, he swore he said it softly enough but the look on the three operatives made him realize. They heard him.
"What do you mean boss?" Gaz wondered. Price knew that he wouldn't be able to keep the secret from them. Not for long anyway. So he explained to them what he did. Gaz and Ghost didn't react too much. This was not surprising coming from their captain and Scotty knew that as well. But something didn't quite sit right with her. The execution of his plan.
"So you put a target on all of us then?" Her tone was dry. Her face was serious and she glared at the Captain.
"He put a target on himself the moment he sent Graves after my team." He replied in the same tone.
"Sure. But isn't entering the pentagon or whenever Shepherd was, walking, shooting him and walking out was a brilliant idea? I don't fucking think so."
"Camille?" Ghost frowned behind his mask. That was unusual from her.
"Oh please Simon! For fuck sake! Never crossed your brain that they will investigate? That they will check who's the last person who had access to his office? They will check camera footage. Fingerprint even! He was a fucking 4 star general for fuck sake!"
"I had to do it." Price growled. He leaned against the table, his hand clenching in a fist. "He betrayed us, lied to save his ass in front of the congress. He got his fucking job back like nothing happened. Nothing would have been done about what he did! He could have done whatever shady thing he wanted again. We don't play by the rules anymore."
"Then we are not so different from our enemies." This sent a cold around the table. Ghost and Gaz glanced at each other unsure where to put themselves.
"Don't you fucking dare say this." Price stood from his seat. Scotty did the same, not afraid of him. "We don't kill innocents! We don't go for civilians like most of them."
"But killing people just because you feel like it, is as disgusting. Make me wonder if you are not gonna kill one of us because we don't agree with you."
Price inhaled loudly. Ghost had stood by then, a hand carefully pressed on Scotty's shoulder. "Ok take it easy you two. That's enough."
"It's a little hypocrite coming from you. If I recall you were willing to kill your own commander back then."
"It was fucking self defense Price! He would have killed me! He almost did! If I had killed him I was in all my right! You and Laswell were there, you saw it!"
"And you were there when Graves and Shepherd betrayed all of us. Fuck, you kno-"
"Yes I was in Las Almas!" She cut him in a shout. "I was there with Soap and Ghost as we were running for our life to fucking make it to the next day! It still doesn't give the right to shoot the man in his office, to risk the team being tracked like war criminals!"
"Then you didn't truly care for Soap." This washed over Scotty like ice cold water. Even Gaz and Ghost looked at the captain in disbelief. The captain was now a few inches away from her. Gaz placed his hand on his shoulder, applying just enough pressure to tell the captain he wouldn't hesitate to push him away. "You know he would have agreed with me. He would have even helped if I had asked!"
"You take that back… You take what you just said back, Price."
"What? You didn't care about Soap? Call yourself his best friend and yet you let him down even after death."
"Shut your fucking mouth!" She screamed at him, tears of rage rolling down her cheeks. Ghost pushed her backwards and so did Gaz with Price.
"Come on Price, this way out of line." Ghost warned.
"She is the one out of line! No respect for her superior."
"If Soap died because of you! You should have let him kill Makarov back then! His death is one you and killing Shepherd and Graves won't change that! You didn't care about him! And now you don't care about any of us! You are willing to target us as war criminals and I won't have this! This is not what I signed for!"
"Then quit. Like I care! If you can’t get your precious hands dirty then maybe you are not fit for the 141!"
Scotty glared at him, not saying a word. She was beyond hurt at this point. But what would happen if they connected Shepherd's death to Price was not something she wanted to see. "I can do the dirty work, but you captain. Can you take one for the team? Can you own up to your mistake if they catch you? Or will everyone drag one of us with you to the death row?"
She moved away from Ghost grip, leaving the conversation here, before blood would spill.
#call of duty#cod fanfic#oc:camille scotty moreau#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#captain john price#not canon#clip fic#cod oc
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there really isn't a point, I just wanted to write about a band and put the reader as the drummer (because I'm addicted to drummers). It ended up becoming a slice of life without much purpose, I even thought about writing more, but I didn't feel like I could get anywhere. and I based it on some posts, mainly in @/attyattlaw's band au!! if you want to see: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.
5361 words.
slice of life, fluff, band au, pre-timeskip and occ law, complaining about one night stands, slightly zoro x reader, slightly friends to lovers (i'm a sucker for this) friends sleeping together, everyone is of legal age, suggestive language, there's no explict sexual content but it is mentioned a lot. mdni.
A thin layer of sweat covered your skin, glistening. You took a deep breath, tired but still pushing through, your limbs already sore from all the movement, but Law kept urging you not to stop, so you didn't stop.
It had been a few hours since you had been like this, and Law seemed just as exhilarated as you. His skilled and tattooed fingers worked their magic, while his mouth emitted the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard, and apparently, he had no intention of stopping anytime soon. Sweat drops traced the spaces between his muscles perfectly, distracting you a bit. He softly called your name, bringing your attention back.
You glanced at your jeans discarded in the corner, focusing solely on continuing.
But your arms felt like they were about to give in, your legs too seemed ready to give up, a burning sensation filled your muscles, but you needed to keep going, at least until the end of this song.
The clatter of the cymbals rang in your ears as that 3-minute segment - which felt like 20 - finally ended. You threw your head back, groaning, feeling like you were going to die from the heat. You had already ditched your jeans a while ago, only a long black tank top covered your body, the little breeze in the room flowed through the wide sides; you were still wearing it out of respect for the homeowner.
You had shared tiny hotel rooms with these guys enough times not to care about it.
Ikkaku handed you a cold bottle of water when he saw you struggling to catch your breath, leaning on the drum set and tilting your head down. "Come on, Law", Ikkaku said. "We've been here for hours! Y/N can't even breathe properly!"
"I..." panting. "Am..." panting. "Fine..." panting.
Law flashed his famous half-smile before responding to Ikkaku. "You're right, Y/N-ya can't even concentrate properly", he teased you while taking the strap holding his guitar from his shoulder, you groaned. "Y/N-ya, you should groan less, you sound like a dog that way", you responded with a middle finger, too dog-tired to even swear back at him. He laughed.
You crawled to the cool garage floor of Rosinante, pressing the cold water bottle against your neck. "What are you all looking at, bunch of losers?!" You asked Shachi and Penguin, who were standing beside your body, they seemed to have some clever comments in mind, but they gave up when they saw your angry look.
All of this because you were going to play at an event, the Grand Line, that weekend, in a not-so-nearby city.
Your guitarist, vocalist, and frontman seemed to be in some kind of frenzy, maybe a manic or perfectionist phase, you had no idea, but he had made all of you cram into the hot garage of his house and rehearse until the drumsticks broke or your fingertips bled.
It wasn't even one of those stupid competitions you used to participate in; he just wanted to look better than other bands, like Victoria Punk or Straw Hats. He wanted to make sure you all were in perfect sync, like a big heart beating at the right frequency to ensure that all parts of a body received blood in the right amount, quality, and at the right time.
And you accepted it, after all, it was Law. You two were like peas in a pod; you would do anything for him, just as he would do anything for you; so you always gave your best to make everything the way he wanted it, after all, that's how friendship worked, right?
Rosinante entered the garage, with his wide smile on his lips and his eyes almost closing. In his gloved hands, he held a tray of hot cookies, smoke rising from the small dough men. Bepo was the first to get up and walk to the door.
(...)
You were all at the train station near Law's house, some suitcases, guitar and bass cases scattered around you as you waited for Shachi and Penguin to arrive in their uncle's pickup truck, affectionately named Polar Tang, to take everything to that damn event.
You were sitting on one of the suitcases, talking to Ikkaku about these events and how you wished they would happen closer to your hometown. Law was sitting on a wooden bench, Bepo was napping beside him, using him as a pillow. The vocalist watched as you conversed.
"Look on the bright side", she commented. "At least there are more people to meet", Ikkaku grinned mischievously.
"As if anyone pays attention to the drummer", you replied, laughing as you put your cold hands in the jacket pockets.
Law found himself looking at you for a few moments, admiring how the smoke escaped from your mouth as you spoke, or the way you swayed on the suitcase, sitting on it as if it were a wheelchair.
"I mean, you're always up front, can easily be seen by everyone", you laughed. "I'm hidden behind drums, overshadowed by the rest of you", Ikkaku laughed at how dramatic you were.
It was late in the day, a layer of orange light covered your skin, indicating that those were the last rays of the sun on this particularly cold day. Law loved to see how your lashes were gently kissed by that light, almost appearing a bit transparent.
"It's not like you're invisible either", Ikkaku commented, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. "I mean, you have some people interested in you too, but I've never seen you interested in anyone", you wrinkled your nose.
"I don't like it", you shrugged. "I don't think those people really like me. It seems like everyone just wants a chance to say they fucked with someone from a band..." Ikkaku pouted. "Hey, but that's my opinion, not saying you guys are wrong for it."
You looked back as you laughed at your friend's reaction, saying that you didn't understand and things didn't work that way, and that you were making her feel bad for wanting to be with some people sometimes. Law was looking at you attentively, an indecipherable expression on his face, but it was too late to look away, so he just gave a nervous smile. You responded with a raised eyebrow before turning to calm Ikkaku and say that there was no problem in taking advantage of it.
The guitarist sighed, his cheeks red from being caught looking at you.
The thought seemed too ridiculous to him.
Law would never admit this - he wouldn't even let anyone see him like this - but you made him nervous. He never had any trouble getting any girl he wanted, after all, look at him, his perfectly messy hair, tanned tattooed skin, and golden piercings, not to mention the perfect body he always showed off in fishnet shirts or open jackets with nothing underneath.
But you... You were different, none of that seemed to matter when it came to attraction. He had never seen you interested in anyone, always looking at everyone as if they weren't worthy of your attention, wearing a look of boredom when someone tried something with you; it was a mystery to him.
A mystery he would like to unravel, perhaps out of curiosity - or even caprice.
Shachi and Penguin arrived minutes later with the yellow pickup truck, you insisted on sitting by the window in case you got nauseous, receiving complaints from Bepo because he also wanted to sit by the window, but when he was reminded that the back seat had another window, he stopped complaining, until Shachi reminded him that he had to sit in the middle.
Law made sure to sit next to you, flashing that goofy ass smile of his when he got into the car right after you. You rolled your eyes and put on your headphones. When the instruments and bags were secured in the back of the pickup and everyone was settled in the car, Shachi took the wheel of the Polar Tang.
At some point, you rolled your thumb over the plastic knob that controlled the volume of your headphones, lowering the music to hear what they were talking about. You immediately regretted it when you heard Penguin explaining something about balls; understanding immediately when you saw Law and Ikkaku's incredulous faces and Bepo's red cheeks.
As unpleasant as these situations could be, it was nice to travel with them. Bepo was always responsible for giving directions, but he could never sit in the front and always had to stay in the middle. Those were the moments when you all talked the most, after all, there was nothing else to do. You loved hearing Shachi and Penguin's stories about their uncle, a guy named Wolf, who was always building something new as if he were Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz, Law called him Mr. Junk.
You also sang together sometimes, which reminded Law why you weren't the vocalists of the band; but it was fun to share those moments. It was funny to see how they behaved in those roadside shops when you stopped to eat something, Shachi and Penguin liked to pretend not to speak the native language just to mess with the sellers, and you, Bepo, and Ikkaku sometimes joined in, inventing new languages or speaking your language poorly just to confuse them.
You woke up a few hours later, after drooling on your neck pillow. It was just past midnight, and you had the same feeling of waking up in the middle of the night to travel, but in this situation, you already were. The sound was somewhat muffled inside the car; it took you a while to understand what they were saying.
When you finally got out of the car, you stretched, raising your arms above your head, only for Penguin to start tickling you. While you laughed and tried to free yourself from your friend's hands, someone came out of the hotel door, speaking loudly and excitedly.
"Torao!" The sound of flip-flops and the nickname immediately made Law tense up, his muscles tensing. Luffy, the frontman of the Straw Hats, immediately hugged the guitarist, wrapping his arms around him. You marveled at how Luffy could always be so electric.
You all brought your bags inside while Shachi parked the car in the hotel parking lot, Luffy and some other members of his band were at the reception, talking to you as you checked in, Kid and his band were nowhere to be found, Nami, one of the Straw Hats' vocalists, told you.
You saw Zoro on the other side of the room, his green hair was unmistakable; he was the drummer, so you always had something to talk about. You were on your way to him when you heard your name being called.
"Y/N, the rooms here are pretty cheap", Ikkaku told you, getting your attention at the counter. "We can get a room just for us and leave those idiots to fend for themselves", she said with a smile. You accepted without thinking twice; sharing a room with four guys was a nightmare you still didn't feel prepared to go through again.
As soon as you sat on the comfortable sheets of the bed, you realized how tired you were and fell asleep almost immediately upon entering the room.
(...)
It's barely 8 in the morning, and Luffy is once again speaking loudly and being enthusiastic, this time at your room's door. He was knocking on the door of the next room, where the others were sleeping, telling them to come have breakfast and that Sanji had kicked the cook out to prepare the food for all of you.
You didn't bother changing your clothes, heading to the hotel cafeteria in your pajamas, accompanied by five others who made the same fashion choice. The Straw Hats were already there, just as excited as their frontman. You finally got to see the Victoria Punk band, all of them seeming to be hungover, still wearing the clothes from the day before.
Law didn't seem to be in a good mood either, but unlike them, he didn't grunt at anyone who passed by the table. Bepo was almost falling asleep in his chair, and you had to stroke your friend's white hair to wake him up when Sanji arrived at the table, serving dishes for all of you.
"For you lovely ladies, a special dish", the blonde said with a wink as he placed a plate for you and Ikkaku. It looked way too appetizing compared to the others' plates, which also seemed delicious. Law furrowed his brows and crossed his arms.
"Why are they getting special treatment?" Your guitarist asked.
"Mind your own business, Torao", Sanji replied without turning to him.
"Tsk", Law lowered his head, probably trying to hide his eyes behind his hat, which he wasn't wearing. "Stop hitting on my band members."
"Mind your own business, Law", it was your turn, along with Ikkaku, receiving an incredulous glare from Law.
"You guys are unbelievable..."
While eating and teasing Law for being jealous of not receiving any special treatment, you felt a pair of eyes on you. When you turned, you saw Zoro looking at you, with his usual scowl and crossed arms. You smiled at him, receiving a wave in response.
Law seemed to notice this, as when you turned back to continue eating, he was watching you with furrowed brows.
You returned to your rooms to get ready. You had to take the instruments to the Grand Line, set everything up, and then perform at night. The thought of spending the whole day in a pub made your head ache, but you were impressed when you saw the size of the place; the sound would resonate better there, so you wouldn't have to worry about the soundcheck bothering your ears.
Since it was only one stage for the three bands, you would be using the same drum set for practicality. You, Zoro, and Killer, the drummer of the Victoria Punk, were setting up the drums, trying to adjust them so that everyone could play comfortably. You watched Killer add more drums, props, and cymbals to the set, sitting at the end of the stage while taking a break before the soundcheck. You had the feeling of being watched.
Zoro approached with a can, tapping it lightly on your shoulder to get your attention. "Beer?" You accepted, taking the beer.
"What happened to Luffy?" You pointed to the man sitting depressed in the corner, holding his hat in his hands while looking at the door anxiously.
"He's waiting for his brothers; they said they'd be here to see him play", Roronoa explained, and you nodded, sipping your beer.
"And you guys, bums, not working?" Kid asked, and you rolled your eyes.
"You're not doing anything either, Gizao", you said with a smile, apparently enough to annoy the redhead.
Before Kid could say anything, a tattooed hand stopped on his shoulder. "Don't annoy Eustass-ya; he's nervous because he has to work twice as hard as us because he's lame", you and Zoro laughed when you saw him turn even redder than his hair, turning to curse Law, who only responded with a sly smile.
You continued talking to Zoro while watching Killer test the drums. At some point, you got up to test a quick segment to see if the drum set was well-suited for you. When it was Zoro's turn, you saw him do his usual move, putting a drumstick in his mouth to play one of the cymbals near his head.
You didn't exactly understand why, but you found it amazing to watch him do that.
"Y/N-ya", a voice pulled you from your thoughts. "Could you please help Bepo?" Law asked, arms crossed, looking a bit annoyed, but you didn't want to ask why. You went to help Bepo set up his timbales and some drums in the corner of the stage, leaving room for people with lighter instruments to move freely.
It didn't take long for the night to arrive. Everyone was in the dressing room, and you couldn't help but feel somewhat suffocated with so many people. Robin and Nami approached you at some point, calling Ikkaku to get ready together. At some point, Kid and Killer approached you all, resulting in a comical moment of the six of you exchanging shades of lipstick. You felt the same sensation of being watched again.
In a way, everything seemed like organized chaos. You saw Robin stepping back a bit to help Franky with his mohawk, which you were sure wasn't natural. Zoro was on the couch fixing Chopper's hair while Sanji did the same, adjusting Luffy's hair, who only stopped complaining that his brothers hadn't arrived yet when Sanji gave him food.
Bepo was chatting animatedly with Chopper, and it was funny to see the two of them talking since they were the youngest, so they seemed to identify with each other. You saw Shachi and Penguin posing in front of the mirror in front of Usopp, who was fixing his afro next to Brook, who was styling his hair. They were sharing the mirror with Jimbe, who was finishing a braid.
When you looked at Law, the feeling of being watched disappeared as soon as your guitarist averted his gaze. You walked over to him, sitting on a high stool in the corner, arms crossed and alone. He was watching you as you approached.
"Aren't you going to get ready?" You asked.
"I'm waiting for one of the mirrors to become available", you nodded, smiling. Automatically, your hand reached for your makeup kit, taking out a small eyeshadow palette, raising his eyebrows, already knowing what was coming.
He let you do his makeup without saying anything, but without moving an centimeter to help; you had to hold his chin to lift his face. It only got worse when you applied your lipstick, pulling the color beyond the corners of his lips.
"Are you nervous?" You asked, feeling his jaw tense under your fingers. With a gentle movement, you began applying red eyeshadow just below his eyes; he looked up to help.
"No", he replied promptly, but you felt him tense up even more.
Law wasn't exactly the easiest person to deal with; he always appeared relaxed, but beneath that, he was always tense, overthinking. And he still had that damn habit of looking at you as if he knew a secret of yours that you would never find out what it was, the smile that no matter how many times he gave it to you, it would always tease you.
He always seemed to be hiding something.
"Then you should relax those muscles a bit", you smiled and moved a bit closer to his face, now holding the eyeliner pencil. He shrugged.
You were too concerned about not poking your friend's eye with the pencil to notice his cheeks blushing more and more. Nami took a photo of you two in that position.
"That's mean, Nami", Robin said, laughing.
"I can't help it if these two idiots are so cute together," the redhead said, looking at the photo on her phone screen. "And besides, I might be able to sell this."
The Straw Hats were the first to be called, apparently following a random order; Luffy refused to go on stage until he was informed that his brothers had already arrived.
"Zoro!" You called him when he was about to enter the wrong door. "It's over there", you pointed while laughing; he grunted and looked away, cheeks red. "Good luck", you said after patting his shoulder and handing him an extra drumstick he had forgotten.
You watched them from the corner of the stage, behind the curtains, singing and dancing with Bepo and Ikkaku. Law was also there, but he didn't say anything, just nodding along.
You were up next, and the nerves barely managed to affect you because of the excitement. Despite Law being a bit manic about his rehearsals and perfection in these shows, you loved to perform. It was fun to see people react to the music you produced.
"Here come the aspiring Limp Bizkit", you heard Kid say, and all of you responded with middle fingers.
Shachi threw himself into his DJ booth, Ikkaku already had her bass in position, and Penguin stood next to her, adjusting his guitar and microphone. Bepo was timidly behind his drums, while Law posed in front of everyone, his leather jacket open to show his chest tattoo and the plumage on his neck.
"We are the Heart" Law said before starting the aggressive chords of the song, his voice intentionally lower and sexier.
Amidst the bright lights, you saw the line of people drooling over Law; you rolled your eyes as you began to play. A brief pause for Ikkaku's fast solo before Law started singing, with Penguin accompanying him on his rhythm guitar and background vocals. Bepo played his timbales more gently than you hit your drum kit; Shachi organized the melody and added an extra touch in his DJ booth, all of you in perfect harmony.
(...)
"Go ahead, Deftones", you said to Kid as you bumped into him while leaving the stage; it was their turn to perform.
"That's unfair", Shachi grumbled when you entered the dressing room; most of the Straw Hats members should now be scattered throughout the pub. "They went on right after we warmed up the audience."
"We also went on right after the Straw Hats", Bepo replied.
"But we're different!"
You collapsed on the couch to rest; your arms were burning from playing the drums so energetically. However, your peace didn't last long when you saw a small group of people enter the dressing room, all smiling and eager to chat with you.
You often felt sad for some people who entered the dressing room to really talk to you because they were fans. You had talked to many interesting people before, but they often got lost among those interested only in taking a piece of you as a trophy to show off to others.
You even considered talking to a cute guy who was looking at you, but that desire faded when you saw one of the girls practically rubbing her cleavage on Law's arm, and he responded with a smile before looking at you.
You got up from the couch as quickly as possible, suddenly feeling more uncomfortable than you should. You tried not to let it ruin your night, heading to the bar alone. You thought about inviting Bepo with you, but he seemed to be having fun talking to an equally shy girl.
You found Zoro at the bar, drinking with Nami and Jimbe. You decided to join them since there was nothing more interesting to do. You even danced with Nami and Chopper, sang some songs in the karaoke after the Victoria Punk show, but nothing could shake that strange feeling in your chest.
"Is something bothering you, Y/N-san?" You heard Sanji's voice as you sought fresh air outside. He was smoking, his hair was messy, and there were some lipstick stains on his neck and collar.
You thought for a moment before responding, deciding whether it was a good idea to tell him or not. "Kind of, Sanji", you replied, sighing. "But it's silly."
"If it bothers you, it's not silly", you had never heard him speak seriously for so long without hitting on you. "Come on, I don't mind listening."
"I'm not sure how to explain," you smiled, looking at the street. "There are some things someone does that bother me, but I don't feel like I can say anything, especially because it doesn't... make sense for me to complain."
Sanji raised an eyebrow, recognizing the slight blush on your cheeks.
"I could resolve this by talking, after all, this person is my best friend, but I don't feel like I have the right to complain."
"I see", he took a drag of his cigarette. "Maybe you're creating the problem yourself; if this person is truly your best friend, they'll listen to you."
You bit your lip, leaning forward as you thought. "You're right, Sanji-san", you replied. Law walked out of the bar, looking around until his eyes landed on you. Sanji saw him arrive and sighed.
"Relax, Y/N-san", Sanji smiled at you, placing his hand on your shoulder. "Not all the answers are within yourself. Don't keep everything bottled up", and then he left, passing by Law and Bepo without saying anything.
"Y/N-ya", Law sounded irritated. "Bepo and I are going back to the hotel", you raised your eyebrows, looking at Bepo. "Shall we?" Maybe he was asking if you wanted to go back with him, but it sounded like an order.
You had no preference between staying and going, so you just nodded. Law stared out the taxi window with a scowl, while Bepo laughed quietly and covered his cheeks with his hands. You were sitting between the two, just enjoying the music from the taxi's radio.
It didn't take long to reach the hotel; you entered your room without saying anything. Throughout the way, you had been thinking about what Sanji told you. Would it really be a good idea to talk to Law about this? Perhaps it would become too awkward, or it could end your friendship. However, given how he acted, maybe he didn't even care. Maybe that would be worse.
Your phone vibrated with a message from Ikkaku. She asked if you could, at least for that night, sleep in the boys' room; she didn't need to say more for you to understand. You didn't get irritated; it was the first time she could enjoy the hotel room for this purpose.
After brushing your teeth and changing your clothes, you left the room even before she arrived. You waited a bit before knocking on the door of the next room, sighing. The corridor that intersected yours was open, with a view of the garden, and the moonlight barely illuminated the flower bushes.
You walked over there; there was a wooden bench against the wall next to it, and you didn't hesitate to sit down, enjoying the silence and the cool breeze. Closing your eyes, you heard the sound of laughter and footsteps of people trying to be quiet; it must have been Ikkaku, and then silence again. It went on like this for a few minutes until you were startled by a voice.
"What are you doing here?" It was Law, the firm tone was unmistakable. You opened your eyes and gasped, startled.
"Ikkaku found some company for the night", you muttered, leaning your head against the wall, slowly regaining your composure and calming your heart. Law didn't bother to apologize.
"I think Penguin and Shachi did too", Law replied, crossing his arms in front of his body before leaning to rest his arm on the wall beside him. "Bepo is snoring in the room", you shrugged. "He got all giddy because of a girl he was talking to today."
"Oh, that girl was cute", you said, recalling their rosy cheeks. "It's surprising that you haven't found anyone either", you commented with a brief smile, looking at the open corridor ceiling; there was an acidic tone in your voice, again remembering what Sanji had said.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Come on, you know", you sighed. "All these groupies, eager to appreciate your finger skills", you chuckled softly, recalling the line of girls in front of the stage, screaming in the hope of getting some attention from the Heart's frontman.
"I won't lie; I have my charisma", he replied with a smile, looking away. This guy was damn hot, and he knew it; you couldn't blame him. "But I wasn't in the mood", you laughed again.
"Funny", he raised his eyebrows.
"And you?"
"Hmm?"
"I don't think I've ever seen you with someone, or even showing interest in anyone during our shows", your eyes shifted to him, your head tilting to the side as you watched your guitarist.
"I'm not interested in that."
"Not even the lettuce head?" You raised an eyebrow.
"Lettuce head?" You thought for a moment. "Roronoa?" He nodded slowly. "What about him?"
"I saw you talking; it looked like something was going on."
"Yeah, of course, definitely", you replied with irony and a touch of humor in your voice. "He was just giving me some tips not to break my drumsticks anymore; I've been hitting them in the wrong place accidentally", you turned your eyes back to the ceiling.
"And the suit guy?"
"Sanji?" You laughed at the nickname. "We were just talking about the show", you lied.
Law paused for a moment, sighing. He clutched his arm while biting his lip, summoning the courage to continue the conversation.
"Do you... like someone?" He asked, and you looked at him curiously. "Like... you never seem interested in anyone who approaches you... But I know you're not asexual or anything", you raised your eyebrows.
"What makes you think that?" A smile appeared on your lips.
"I've overheard you guys talking."
"Hmm, eavesdropping, Trafalgar?" You chuckled.
"It's kind of hard not to overhear when you guys are talking at 3 a.m. in the same room as me while I'm trying to sleep", yeah, that must have happened for sure. "But seriously. You never approach anyone, or let anyone get close."
"I don't know", you smiled, adjusting your posture. "I think I might like someone, yeah", you scratched your head, your smile slowly fading; perhaps this was your chance to talk about what was bothering you. "But I don't want something fleeting with him, you know? That's not my thing", you sighed. "And I think he's only interested in that, so I've lowered my expectations. I must have just a crush; I don't think I'm in love or anything like that", you murmured.
Law's golden eyes watched you with hope as you spoke, not all was lost after all. He even dared to think that maybe he was the person you liked, if that were the case, all he had to do was show that he was interested in more than sex... was he really?
The thought made him choke on the air, coughing aimlessly. He liked you, a lot, but he also liked his fleeting things, after all, sex didn't have to mean anything. At the end of the night, people would leave your room anyway, so he wouldn't have to worry about the pain of losing someone else if everything was short-lived. But if he thought like that, why was he going so far for you?
It wasn't like a prize that he would spend hours rehearsing with his band to win and then just put it on his shelf as if it were something shiny to look at. You were much more than something as fleeting as a night of sex, far more present than his week-long flings, and more solid than his relationships that lasted less than two months.
You were much more than this mystery he wanted to unravel; far more than anything his whim could provide.
Fuck.
"Are you okay?" You asked. "You look a bit pale. Nervous?" He swallowed hard.
"No, no", he caught his breath. "I was just thinking, that's all", you sighed before clutching the wooden bench.
"Careful, soon there'll be smoke coming out of your head", he laughed, and you did too, awkwardly. "Hey, Law. Is there space in your bed? I really want to sleep", he raised an eyebrow.
"What? Why in mine? Do you want to sleep with me?" Law asked, straightening up on his feet, and his question came out more defensively than he would have liked. You raised your eyebrows.
"You're the only one I see awake that I can ask", Law relaxed his expression, hoping the dark corridor hid his flushed cheeks.
You squeezed into Law's single bed, hugging your friend and intertwining your legs with his, fitting into the small space. He breathed hesitantly, as if afraid of doing it wrong. "Relax, idiot", you murmured against the fabric of his shirt. "It's not like it's the first time we've slept together, right?"
Then you fell asleep, but he didn't. Law made sure to feel every centimeter of your body against his, relishing your warmth as he tried to rearrange his thoughts, which was much more challenging with your breath against his skin.
He thought, thought some more, and then some more until morning came when you got up, saying you were going to get ready to go have breakfast. He kept thinking for a while as his bandmates moved around the room, changing clothes and brushing their teeth.
"Fuck", he grumbled; his cheeks were warm, his heart was beating faster, and there was a smile on his face. "I think I'm in love."
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Waltz of the liars
Warning: Mention of alcohol, slight stalking -more like derived watching duty. Borderline soft yandere. Female reader. Intrusive thought of undressing Childe. Reader is probably too detailled for a xReader. Might be OCC.
Note: I am very late for the birthday boy, but this one is in my draft for six months, I promised myself it would be my first post, and I still found things to change last minute. Hope you will enjoy it ! It was fun to write.
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The winter solstice, one of the most important events in Snezhnaya. You can easily imagine the townsfolks running and laughing in the festival in town. It is one of the rare events where peoples go out of their house to affront the harsh start of the winter together. The lights of the cities, the scent of grilled meat, the hot drinks to warm bodies, the simple chit-chat to warm the heart. What a beautiful sight it must be there. But this is something you can only daydream. Because for today, as a noble, you are attending the solstice’s annual bal. The fanciest rendezvous of the year where all high society is personally invited to Zapolyarny palace.
Archons. What would you not give to have a bottle of Fire-Water in your hand right now. It would make the whole night more bearable.
Usually, you find ways to avoid social gatherings. But for tonight’s event, no excuse. Your absence would be noticed. And your father would die of shame if he had to explain you are not at THE event of the year because you preferred drink strong alcohol with commoners.
Violin’s plays in harmony with piano and flutes to create delicate melodies. Noble’s families of all the region are present, mixed with the bourgeois, all wearing false smiles and expensive clothes to expose their wealth and hide their flaws. The ballroom is gorgeous. An immense room bathing in golden light, decorated with beautiful wall paintings, each counting forgotten stories of old times. Gold and silver ornaments, pure white marble pillars, collections of unpriceable objects of all times exposed like simple goods. Everything here shows who is the wealthier of all people gathered here, of Snezhnaya. Under the enchanting waltzes, numerous guests already started to dance. Others are engaged in deep hypocrite praises, hiding their snarky comments under gentle smiles. Others are just trying to create connections, to look well and enter in the good graces of more influential than themself. And above all of them, looking down from her throne, the Tsaritsa quietly observe the crowd.
What does the Cryo Archon must think of this masquerade? The answer is one only she has, because to all guests, she just arbor a usual frozen expression on her face. Like the ice traps a body for centuries, her feelings are hidden deep behind her cold non-revealing gaze.
“Lady (Y/s), are you okay? You are very quiet since the start of the night” note a voice taking you out of your thoughts.
You immediately put a sweet smile on your face, hiding the true annoyance you face in company of these ladies. This one in particular, is leading the conversation for more than twenty minutes.
“Everything is perfect, I am deeply thankful for your concern Lady Balakin. I am more of a listener than a talker personally. But please continue I enjoy our talk”
It was a lie. Big. Fat. Lie. You do enjoy when she talks because her speech does not require much concentration to be followed unlike other, so you can daydream in peace while hearing stories and gathering information. She has a simple mind for a noble -perhaps she isn’t good at reading social cues, she doesn’t seem to have much ulterior motive after all. But she sure enjoys talking about everything and anything. You decide to encourage her in her previous subject.
“I heard your father new jewel business in Liyue is very promising. Is the Shivada Jade on your pendant comes from there? The crystal is cleaner than anything I ever saw and the deep shades of clear blue reminds me of the pure ice of our homeland. I am sure they would be greatly coveting in the noble’s circles when they will be available on the Snezhnaya market”
Being able to daydream while still following a conversation is a common skill in noble of your rank, and you are grateful you inherited it from your father. The lady was enchanted by the praise and started on a rant about her father businesses and the expected date of the first sell in the country, while the others listened with false admiration. You note to yourself to talk to your father about it. The quality of these stones seems to be no joke. He would like to have a look before the Regrator completely take on the business leashes -like most of the new profitable business here.
Thinking about you father, he sure is busy tonight. A glance to his side and you see him in deep talk with men of his age and rank -surprisingly, only those with non-engaged son. Here is another reason why you could not escape this ball. Your father was set on getting you married. Between him and your brother -talking to his single male friend- both are more than ever ready to find you a fiancé tonight. You were never engaged until now, and always found a way to slow down the process. But now is the limit of your single life it seems. A pain. Really. For what? You are not sure. Your family probably have an interest to it.
You finish the cup of champagne in your hand -not the first of the night, but not enough to handle this joke. You seriously start regretting not running away from home. You could have gone to the festival. Find a random guy to hook up with. Cause some big scandal in the family. Being disowned. And go live as a commoner. You sure you can find a job somewhere. A teacher, a secretary…something like that. Worst case scenario you could enroll in the military. The Fatui are known to teach their recruits different tasks, and your experience dealing with social gatherings give you some point. But you are here. With these ladies only able to talk about their family’s business or spit venom disguised as honey. Between nobles and bourgeois and their little war of ego. Trying to keep your best poker face while your own family will sell you off to a stranger before the end of the night. You really need something exciting in your life now, before you just start to be silly and engage in rumors talk.
“Excuse me my lady, would you mind to give me this dance?”
You turn to the voice. A young man is here, bowing his back before you, offering you his gloved hand. The first thing you see is that he has wild ginger hair -not the most common thing for a noble. But his clothes are fancy. Simple compared to the extravagant costumes of some, but sure expensive. The quality seems to be great, and your eyes aren’t easily fooled. The glowing hydro vision at his waist isn’t a joke either. His posture is straight but respectful. He has a cheeky smirk. And you are sure, he is challenging you. “Are you going to accept?” is the sentence wrote on his face. The kind of wild and bold attitude you could see in the middle child of a big family. He wants attention. And he knows how to attract it from others. Your quick analysis makes you think he is either a countryside noble, or a new bourgeois, even if some details are bothering you. You do not know him. His face or feature are not familiar at all, which is strange as you made sure to learn the list of the guests before coming.
You would not even think to accept this kind of bold proposal usually. But you cannot mutter a word for what feels like an eternity. You can just look at his eyes. His blue eyes are empty. Like a deep dark ocean where many were drowned. That is not the kind of look you can see in your typical wild and cheeky middle child. The ladies by your side were speechless too. The audacity of such a proposal must have made them lose their words. You give a little glance on your father and brother side. Your brother eyes and mouth are wide open, he looks like a fish, first time you see him like this. While your father, surprised at first, make you signs to refuse. It is written on his face there is a problem. You shall not accept this proposal at any cost.
But his blue eyes. These two gems without any spark. Why such a look? Who he is? What does he want? What did he live to have such a look at this young age? And hey, Archons heard your prayer. They sure sent you something a little interesting when you asked.
You extend him a gentle smile and takes his hands. Instead of engaging in rumors talk, it seems you will be the center of them for some time.
“With pleasure, mister”
Aaaaah, seems like you will be a bad girl tonight. But this is perhaps the last time of your single life.
He guides you to the ballroom, and you can’t help but feel the pressure of people looks. Such a scandal for so little. Or perhaps it is something else? A last look to your father, and he seems astonished by your actions. Like if death just came to knock at his door. You will be scolded later for sure.
“Lady, may I have your attention for this dance?” asked the young man. You smiled, looking at him.
“I suppose”
He returns the smile. You accepted his challenge. So he is accepting yours. One of his hands still in your own, the other on your shoulder, and the music starts, announcing the beginning your own battle.
“May I ask your name, mister?” you begin.
“You may call me Childe, lady” You may call me he said. You suppose it is not his real name then. An alias perhaps. Shady.
“Y/N” You respond. “For a dance I suppose we can give up the honorifics, “Childe” ”
“Great. You seem more approachable than what I thought”
You are not sure if it must be taken as a compliment or as an insult. After a spin, you realize his shoulder is harder than it should be. He does not seem like it, but his grip is strong, and his muscles are well-developed. You can even feel the callosity on his hands behind both his and your gloves. And you connect the dots. He is not a noble, either a bourgeois. He is a warrior. A soldier. This is why you did not know him. He is no guest; he is the one watching them.
He is a Fatui. And a high ranking one if he can freely walk without a mask on his face -great for you, his face is pleasant to look at. But what you do not like, is that his intentions are not clear. He is dancing with you, hands on your body (your dress and gloves, but still), and make you spin left and right without a care in the world, and with this strange cheeky smile.
“Well, Childe. I was curious. What made you ask me for a dance?” You will at least try to dig into this.
“Do I need a reason to ask a lady for a dance?”
“Yes. Soldiers do not usually do that without ulterior motives.”
His eyes widened, confusion showing on his face. Funny. His expression is clear as the day. Perhaps it was intentional. But his face honestly says “Wait. I thought you did not know who I was. How do you know?” so, as he is a good dancer, you oblige an answer.
“Your hands and body. You are trained. And use weapon regularly. The conclusion is obvious”
“Sharp” He laugh. “Fine. You seemed tired of the other ladies. And it was your seventh cup of champagne of the night. I found it funny. So I wanted to see how you would react to a little push. See it as generously helping a damsel in distress”
So, the man had his eyes on you before the banquet officially started. You indeed had seven cups. The first one was taken discreetly before the starting speech was even made. Great. It seems you have a secret admirer.
“And? What do you think, now?” The question came by itself. And he smirked a little, taking your body closer in a move. His breath is warm. Too warm. Too close.
“I found someone interesting” was the sweet mutter he gave to your ear.
It was bad. And you knew. You knew when you took his hand. But now you are in his arms, closer than you should be. The waltz just started. And -as weird as it sounds- you begin to find him a little more interesting too. You tightened the grip of your hand in his, and take him in a spin he did not see coming. You went closer, your face nearly brushing his, widen your smile, and discreetly slide your hand from his shoulder to the skin of his neck.
“Perfect. I don’t like being boring"
It was bold. Too bold. You start regretting as his cheeks took some shades of red. What are you doing now, (Y/N) (Y/S), flirting with a shady soldier before all high society eyes. But he is quick to take back the lead. His moves are smooth, his steps are clear, and his smile is flawless. He must be used to deal with unexpected situation. Shame. He would be the most wanted husband-to-be of the noble’s society if he had the blood right, and was not a soldier. Childe, Childe, Childe…. the name really tells you nothing. Perhaps he just made a name on the spot. You are not knowledgeable in military matter, the fact you do not go in many social events do not help, but you are not totally ignorant in Fatui’s affairs either. If the man is a high-rank in the Fatui, you should have heard of him and have basic information. Perhaps you know him on another alias.
“You became really silent lady Y/N, am I the one leaving you speechless?” he whispers in a new spin, as you raise you head again.
“You are, Childe. I do not remember this name in the ones I know. Have you been recently promoted?”
You could drown in his blue eyes, trying to discover what he hides. Decency and basic selfcare are what keeps your curiosity tame. But if it was not for them, you would have already been blunter. Who are you? The question burns your lip. Why are you like this, what took the light off your eyes? He is charming. He has this enchanting energy of something broken and lost for too long. He chuckles at your question -or at your face perhaps, as you forgot to control your expression.
“It is way better if you don’t know this name. Those who knows it are generally not happy to see me. It also been a while since my last promotion. I will surely never have a higher position than the one I currently hold.”
“I am sure you are underestimating yourself” it came naturally, the kind of automatic praises you give in high society. He chuckles again, and guide you in yet another spin.
“I think you are the one underestimating me, lady (Y/N)”
A chill went down your spine. He still smiles, but his whole being does not. You frown, you don’t like the tone he used. Did he try to scare you on purpose? Or give the bad boy vibes thinking it will make you more docile? Is he the kind who thinks their pretty face can allow them everything? As a response, you try to step on his feet, a move he predicted and avoided with grace.
“My, my” he said laughingly “Be aware of your step lady (Y/N). Perhaps this seventh cup of champagne was a bit too much for you”
You give him a glare -he seems to like it. Are soldiers all so fussy and cheeky? This boyish attitude gave him a sort of charm. But he needs to correct it before you start to also act silly. Your eighth cup of champagne might accidentally end in his cute ginger hair.
“I wouldn’t dare to call myself a Snezhnayan if I couldn’t even hold my liquor” you scoff “But perhaps you should learn you cannot rely on your pretty face to excuse poor behavior”
“I have a pretty face?” Someone ends your misery. You will not give him the satisfaction of an answer, or even a displeased look. He sure is good at this kind of game. But your pride wants to prove him you are better.
“I have seen better” More lies. The man is gorgeous. Your type, you might say. And as much as the secret behind his eyes, you are curious about what his clothes hides. Your hands slowly undoing the button of his shirt, revealing his bare chest. How will he react if you were to gently kiss his exposed skin while only the two of you are in a room, alone, bathing in the weak moonlight? In the novel you read, this type of cheeky men are either wild or shy when intimate. What kind he would be? Just thinking about his reddish face as you are confirming him he has a pretty face is-
Archons what are you thinking? He is just here! That’s not the moment to think about undressing him! Oh archons, perhaps this champagne has an effect on you after all.
His eyes are still on you, looking right into your soul, tracking trace of a lie. He smiles. He must have understood your answer was more out of spite than sincerity. You are being petty, that was his smile says. You do not like being read like this. You are usually the one reading, and the other is feeling undressed. It’s uncomfortable being the other way around. Suddenly, “Childe” stops. You are stopping too, your expression asking what does he wants to say now.
“The music ended” he said. You didn’t notice. You didn’t even remember what was the melody. That’s a first. Slowly, he takes your gloved hand to take it to his lips, giving a chaste kiss on the back of your hand. “It was a pleasure to dance with you, Lady (Y/n). I do hope you will give me this honor more often”
“If we see each other again” you add.
“Believe me, I’m sure we are far from our last meeting” he laughs, giving you a lovely smile and a little wink. He turns his back on you, starting to take a few steps, before stopping, raising his index like he needs to ask something to a waiter, and turning again.
“Do you like flowers, lady (Y/N)?”
“Flowers? Yes, I suppose?” The questions startled you. You answered before thinking more deeply. Flowers? Did he hope to send you some when the better season comes? He -and so you too- will have to wait a lot before seeing them. No flowers -except Cryo Whoopperflowers- will bloom in Snezhnaya before the end of May.
He had a last little smile, and finally left, leaving you speechless after his last words. What a weirdo. But his company was pleasant at least. Shame you don’t have the time to think much more about it, as your brother comes to you in a hurry.
“Y/N!” he exclaims silently, grabbing your arm and taking you out of the center of the ballroom “Are you crazy? Why did you dance with this guy? Are you okay? He did not threaten you, right?!”
Your brother is incoherent, asking so much question at the time. He struggles to breath, looking behind him like a hunted bunny. He was raised as the heir. Even with his flaws, he had never lost his composure so easily before.
“No, he didn’t. He asked me for a dance and I accepted because I was a bit bored….but why are you acting like this? Do you know who he is?”
At your words, your brother went pale and started to rub his face like if he was in an impossible situation. He signed deeply, out of worry and frustration.
“You must be the only one in this room who doesn’t know this man! He wasn’t here for the two previous winter’s solstices because he was sent out of the homeland. But he was not supposed to be back so early this year too! What does he want? Oh, Archons, how are we going to deal with this, I hope you did not anger him”
“Brother” you try to keep him with you “Answer me. Who.is.he?” Your brother takes a deep breath, still trying to find someone in the crowd, your father you presume.
“This man was Tartaglia. He is the Eleventh. A Fatui Harbinger.”
You froze. A Harbinger? This young man with messy hair? He must not have more than 22 years old. And perhaps you are aging him too much even like that. The Eleventh...the youngest. A little wild, but quickly acknowledged. The Roster has his back. Often sent in different countries, no a permanent stationary like the Knave. Great fighters, master of many weapons. Rumors calls him excentric, but he is competent in many ways. With this information, everything takes another meaning. The conversations you two had. The alias people do not like to know. The promotion that will never be higher…archons. You really need a bottle of Fire-Water now.
He was right. Childe, no, Tartaglia was right. You were underestimating him from the start.
Because as soon as the sun raised on Snezhnaya the following day, a letter with the seal of the Eleventh Harbinger was on your father’s desk with a whole bouquet. Blooming roses with different shades of deep red, coming with the request of the start of a correspondence between you two and the setting of a date at a famous restaurant of the capital for next week.
You may need to think twice before asking for something exciting in your life next time.
But, with the sweet scent of the roses, came a lovely card. “I hope they are at your taste. Do not hesitate to mention what kinds of flowers you like before our next meeting. Waiting for your answer -Childe”
Between your anxious brother and confused father, you had to use the bouquet to hide your smile. It’s a bit unfair, this game he played with you. It’s like playing chess with someone who do not know the rules. You underestimated him once, that’s on you. But you are not planning to call it a lose without a fight. The game just begun. Does he want to make you fall? Or does he have another agenda? It doesn’t matter. He will learn to be aware of his own steps. You shall not waste any more time to send a reply.
Something interesting is finally happening in high society. It would be a shame to not entertain it, right?
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occ post again: hey hey!! while this IS out of char, wanted to share a kavhaitam hc for the writers and artists. while I hc both of them as Autistic, Kaveh is audhd, and I think that some forms of moving or stimming for kaveh. is just. grabbing Alhaitam and shaking him. Alhaitham is now used to this.
do not mind spelling, im dislexic lol.
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Honestly, I agree, and I'd really love to hear more of your characterisation gripes!! Because you really do notice that when someone is doing the whole femgayBrucie! Stitch, it's always ALWAYS because they see him as a bottom, and this to them is how bottoms act they can not be any other way. And yeah at the end of the day it's art it's a sandbox of whatever you want so who gives a shit but like ,,, one he would not fucking do that and two do you even really care about the character if your view of them is so far off from their actual personality you have to make them occ because that's how you can handle them? You can't just make them how they are as a bottom. You have to make them so far from what they are because that's how you see bottoms as? Smh WFA and its effect on humankind will pay for what it's done.
lmao thanks, I try not to be so vocal about said characterization gripes since a lot of darkfic is almost by definition ooc and that would be hypocritical, but with pervasive fanon like "Brucie" that happens when people aren't even aware of what they are doing I can't help but go insane
and yeah I'd say about 75% of the time I see fem gay Brucie it's in a shipping context, mostly with super/bat I think because of its popularity, as the main culprit. And that kinda sucks!!! There's a lot that's been discussed about feminization of queer male characters in fandom and usually I'm on the side of "if it's written well then whatever," I try and mind my business, but with Bruce I feel its especially strange to portray him like that.
Batman for better or worse has been a symbol of American masculinity in all its forms since the beginning. And this includes queer masculinity!!! Midnighter's creation didn't come from nowhere! Acting like the only way to portray Bruce as a bottom in a relationship is to make him some 90's caricature of a gay man is frankly baffling!!! He's already pretty gay, guys, I don't know what to tell you?! God, I need kink history to be talked about more.
I do think there is a point to be made about subverting expectations, and how DC as a company has been focused on portraying hyper-masculine heroes because of their audience. I do think there is space to discuss queer identities in comics, especially about a character that has been written as overly patriarchal and masculine as Batman has been. But that's not what people who are writing "Brucie" are trying to do.
They are making Bruce a fem gay or at least pretend to be a fem gay as a cover bc they see that as being inherently submissive or that its easy to slot him into that role if they want him to get fucked by someone.
I've also seen it in gen contexts too which is more confusing somehow, since when you take dynamics that are unfortunately deeply embedded into fandom out of it, you are left with a situation where you are making fem gay stereotypes the butt of the joke.
I'll reference a post that I can't be bothered to find again where Bruce revealed his identity to the JL by talking in a "Brucie voice" (some dialogue that was pretty clearly referring to a gay american accent) and then flirting with Ollie. Like what's the joke here? The shock factor? Why would Bruce be willing to act out a stereotype as a social cover, if you consider Brucie to be an act? And if you don't, why would it be so funny that Batman is gay? Why do you consider a fem gay guy to be funnier than some rich man who is just kinda useless??? Uhg, I need to start blocking some of these people now, I do not want some sort of callout post.
Sorry, this got kind of long but I have a lot of pent up thoughts about how masculinity is portrayed in the DC fandom, but yes just imagine that we are shaking hands while saying he would not fucking do that.
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I'm Nezha; the Third Lotus Prince, and hopefully, soon to be Jade Emperor
I'm working with the brotherhood to overthrow the Jade Emperor, though to be honest, they are just a means to an end. Feel free to ask any of them questions too.
MK, Wukong, and the others have no idea of my involvement, and I plan on keeping it that way. You can talk to them as well, but don't tell them what I've been up to; it'll be better for everyone that way.
Macaque is... Somewhere. I haven't been able to catch him, but I know he's been hanging around. I don't mind as long as he stays quiet about what he sees. If you seem him then feel free to talk, but I doubt you'll have much luck on that front.
STORY
Reason for Betrayal
Nezha's Opinion On The Brotherhood
Peng And Nezha's Beef Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
The plans Nezha's plan Azure's plan Nezha's Supplemental
Sun Wukong Is Unavailable
Opinion on Wukong
What is Mei up To? Red Son Up To?
Time And Date
Something's Wrong...
The Encounter Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
The Garden Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
W̵̢̼̄h̸̻̓̀̚a̴̟͋͗t̸̲̮͕́̈͝?̶̡͙͋̂̕
Iron Mother Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
On The Subject of Family Part 1 Part 2 Part three; The real reason to rebel
Time To Act Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
The Sage Returns Part 1 Part 2
Tag Guide
#lore is what I use for plot relevant information; The most important information is going to be in Lore posts, but you may still miss some details. Most Lore posts will be linked above.
#story is for canon text that's not tied to an ask. Almost always lore relevant
#Pov (Character name) is for finding what character is 'answering' the asks
#ask are just asks
#meme are memes
#AMV is for edits and AMVs of the AU
#Ooc is for Out Of Character posts, which are written or directed to the author directly. If you want to ask the author something include occ someone in the ask
(Edits and fanfic under the cut)
THE PLAYLIST (With all the AMVs and edits)
THE FANFICS
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hoshi anon here... again .. ;)
for the feral sundress post you put up...
you and vernon made plans to go out for a picnic date but after vernon had complimented you for your sundress, you just couldn't get your mind off him, so before leaving you leave all your underwear and just wear a sundress, you don't do this often and vernon didn't realise it until you leaned in to kiss him and vernon's hand went to your ass.
he would then proceed to take you to a secluded corner, hike up your dress and give you the best head ever. you both would return to the picnic, eat and then back again at that secluded corner as he rams into you while you take support of a fairly sturdy tree.
and now even after you go back home, sundress is the only thing you're gonna wear today and vernon is gonna fuck you with your sundress on because that's what you get for teasing a relatively calm man.
(it seems a lil occ but vernon looks so hot rn and I'm still sleepy even tho I woke up hours ago~ lazy daysss)
hoshi anon i am so serious when I say please give me my sanity back every time u come to my inbox i get whiplash
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a Thing…
Confession: I’ve only ever written one tiny fanfic scene/concept for another fandom and never realistically intended to even try in the Thunderbirds fandom because there is so much out there that is amazing and frankly I don’t feel worthy of adding to it. My plan was basically to try to find a proper writer to bring my ideas to life buuut… @gaviiadastra posted this lovely fic about Gordon and Virgil…
Aaaanyway Virgil’s reaction in that to people being intimidated by his talent and not sharing their own attempts poked me in the brain and I figured… what’s the worst that can happen? The Thunderfam seems friendly enough… And maybe someone can give me some feedback so I can get good enough to do justice to the little stories brewing in my head one day.
So err, with all the caveats of FIRST TIME WRITING and I’M TOO EMBARRASSED EVEN TO PROOF READ IT and OH HECK PLEASE BE KIND…
*throws ficlet out into the void and hides under Jeff’s desk*
Mysterious Paint.
There has always been inexplicable paint on the ceiling of Virgil’s studio.
It wasn’t the swirling blues and greens and yellows that mystified him… he’d painstakingly covered the tantalisingly blank canvas with those the first year after they made the permanent move out to the island. It had taken several months worth of snatched half hours balanced precariously on stacked chairs or packing crates and he was pretty sure the process had aged his spine by a couple of decades. Maybe Michaelangelo had secret bionic implants because how ON EARTH he’d managed…
His family didn’t blink an eye - after all every item of clothing Virgil owned had some kind of paint on it and so it stood to reason everything he owned and the entire space he painted within should too. They put it down to a stereotypical ‘mad artist’ kind of flailing with a paintbrush 3ft back from the canvas but that wasn’t really how Virgil worked. He was more of a carefully considered, up-close-and-personal-with-whatever-surface-he-was-pouring-his-soul-on-to kind of painter (hence the neck strain from ceiling art application). His passion wasn’t deliberately messy - all those clothing stains generally came from letting a cuff dangle too close to the pallet, or when he stopped to think about his next stroke and the waiting paint would become impatient and drip from the brush on to his jeans. And he would have to confess that he did wipe his hands on his clothes sometimes… his rags stashed by his easel for that very purpose always seemed to have gone walkies at the moment he needed one (and usually turned up later covered in engine oil).
No, it wasn’t his painting style that was to blame - and he could prove it too because there were no similar stains in the lounge at the easel he used when he wished to be closer to his family while he created.
So there, Scott, it’s not as easy to explain as you imagine.
And yet, there they were - streaks and splashes in every colour he’d ever squeezed from a tube - laid down haphazardly over his existing masterpiece. He sighed. At one point he’d started painting over them but it just didn’t look the same and he felt almost guilty - as though he was eradicating something that was supposed to exist. In a way he couldn’t rationalise it felt more honest to leave them there. As if, to do otherwise would be denying some part of himself.
It bugged him, as any conundrum did. He wasn’t a fan of mystery as a general rule - he was an engineer. He was a fixer. When he faced the unknowable he either drew it in order to pin it down or hammered it into crashing chords and mournful melodies to exorcise the questioning from his mind.
He’d initially suspected someone was pranking him. Perhaps this was uncharitable as, for all his japery, Gordon would never vandalise Virgil’s creations… would he? But having EOS keep a log of every occasion his studio door was unlocked for a month proved his brother to be trustworthy… nobody went there when Virgil was absent but a series of silver slashes had been added in the meantime. He felt a sick, dull guilt for doubting his family.
And yet, UGH it was playing on his mind. A rational man, he didn’t believe in ghosts but he was almost willing to consider anything that would give him even a ludricrous ANSWER to the infuriating puzzle.
In the end, it was Gordon who solved it.
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#virgil tracy#thunderbirds fandom#thunderbirds fanfiction#Thunderfam#my first ever try please forgive me if it’s terrible#idontknowreallywhy fanfic#the paint mystery#thunderfluff#idkrw thunderfluff#Music is everything#Music is Everything fic
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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎 𝐈 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆?
how do i show my support? i usually like and comment on other people's posts. if you're a new rp partner of mine then i will be more hesitant with interacting with your account because i have intense anxiety. however, i will start warming up to you via interaction as the days pass by and i will always ask to reblog something off of you if i send you an ask prompt because i really loved your response to it. i'm okay with you denying it if it makes you uncomfortable. i will also show my support by sending you IC or OCC memes into your ask box! sometimes i will tag you in random posts that reminds me of our muses dynamic whenever i get comfortable with you and other times i will straight up tag you in dash games ♡
why am i an independent, selective and mutuals only account? throughout my years of rp experience and the bullshit i had to endure, i automatically had to set strict rules so i don't have to be stressed out of my mind whenever i log in. i was always independent with my entire blog and created my own icons from scratch, moodboards, graphics, playlists, carrd pages (originally made by poohsources) and headcanons. plus, i'm not associated with any rp group. i'm only selective when it came to fandoms i don't exactly see frost navigating in like h.azbin hotel, s.upernatural and f.naf. mutuals only is self explanatory, but i will explain to showcase our interests for our muses interacting, i will need to be mutuals with you ♡
rules + about. i always expect a potential rp partner to read my rules first before following me. i know it's a long read but you only need to read it once and that's it. i have updated it so it'll be a lot more clearer on how i run things around here. reading my about page for frost is optional but it makes me so happy to know someone did go through the trouble to learn about how i portray her since many D.C writers have commonly mistaken she only has cryokinesis and isn't weak to the cold ♡
reblog cooldowns. i have 'reblog cooldowns' almost everyday. this just means i reblog 4 random posts and tag them as 'isms' or 'aesthetics' everytime i answer a reply or thread. i do this because it's fun and it became a good routine for me everytime i log in. you can say it's like a reward for writing sm. it keeps me motivated ♡
slow activity. i'm super slow when it comes to replying IC or OCC. sometimes i'm way too exhausted from my personal life to write or my social battery is knocked to the curb. i always do get back to you though. sometimes i forget to interact more with my newer moots. just know i will never ignore you on purpose. i'm just a anxious person in general
OC + crossover/fandomless muses. i love seeing OC's on my dashboard! i do make an effort to know all about them if you have a about page. this is how i incorporate your information into my writing and it'll determine how kf will react to your character ^^
moots threads on my dash. i honestly never liked or commented on any of my mutuals threads if it doesn't involve frost because i fear it'll just peeve both parties out lmfao. i'm just stalking on the sidelines at this point. watching in admiration ♡
pinterest collab. if we knew each other for awhile and i sense great chemistry between our muses (romantic, platonic, familial ect) then i'll be happy to invite you to collab on pinterest. you can always reject the idea if it makes you uncomfortable. i'm also thinking of collaborating on spotify sometime in the future maybe ^^
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about the mun
what not to do when interacting with my blog
#˗ˏˋ ༄ ──── 𝐎𝐎𝐂 〳 ❪ out of heat sources ❫#anyway!#i'm free to answer ooc questions about me or my blog or even about frost ^^#just in case anyone is curious#or if i missed something
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𓏲𝄢 ▎lovebirds: 𝘬𝘢𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘩𝘢 𝔵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𓏲𝄢 ▎synopsis: 「 after a heated argument between the two cause of a overwhelming addiction, kazuha returns to an unforgivable sight. 」
𓏲𝄢 ▎tags: gnetural 𝜗𝜚 angst 𝜗𝜚 drinking 𝜗𝜚 fluff 𝜗𝜚 alcohol addiction 𝜗𝜚 lowercase intended 𝜗𝜚 morden!au 𝜗𝜚 lowkey toxic relationship 𝜗𝜚 slight occ!kaekazu 𝜗𝜚 2.6k wrds .
𓏲𝄢 ▎Badtz: personally this wasn't the easiest nor hardest thing to write, some plot [ tiny bits not huge ] were taken from fanfictions I've recently seen therefore I'd like to give full credits to my angst writers, also another thing this fanfiction is kinda all over the place since I was writing it all night and it's current six:fifty-eight in the morning 😭 and I fell asleep twice while making this and now I'm finally posting it without editing .
it happened again, you did it again. why were you surprised? you were bound to lose it. even if kazuha informed you countless times, spent minutes, that eventually led to hours and hours taking the lead role of your therapist and boyfriend. though his efforts were always in vain, the alcohol always found its way back into your life.
kazuha had unfortunately grown used to your usage of alcohol, yes you had a high tolerance though that was never the point. no matter how many times you'd say ‘no worries kazu I got it all under control now!’ or ‘only one bottle I promise..’ kazuha knew you'd end up chugging innumerable bottles. you’d often use it in a hyperbolical way to joke about your cravings but kazuha never laughed. not even once.
kazuha had to countlessly throw bottles away and even force you to discard them in front of his very eyes only to discover one of two possibilities, either you bought more bottles or you had the audacity to hide the rest from you.
( you were hopeless )
but kazuha never told you that, it was always something stopping him from throwing you out. though when he did you'd be knocking right back on the door, more drunk than before. begging on your knees with salty tears decorating those half lid eyes, you didn't care who was watching nor who ridiculous you appeared to the human eye that was kazuha's. feeling like he was going to vomit from the alcohol burning his nostrils.
he couldn't just leave you, you were like a bird with clipped wings, though your wings never seemed to heal and only got worse as time passed.
but today? kazuha actually gained hope and happiness. days he'd see you in the living room no alcohol in sight when you cried while he comforted, no alcohol in the fridge, no alcohol in hiding. there was nothing. was this addiction over? would you and kazuha finally be free from this caged relationship he had almost felt chained to? no. he should've known better than getting his hopes high with you.
you and kazuha had gone on a date, though you thought it was about your addiction “ending” he insisted it was just for giggles and genuine happiness. to relieve your mind of any stress, to remind you that kazuha had been with you through thick and thin, continuing this cycle with you despite the consequences he'd get because of it. even after your date you insisted on baking with the male, surprisingly on both halfs you hadn't thought of alcohol, just kazuha. but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.
recently you've received unneeded criticism from your workspace. it didn't have you craving, it just annoyed you, but stressed you out was the nights you were forced to stay in ‘til three or hell even six in the morning due to those addictions having your work overdue, coming home at around six:thirty to a loving kazuha sleeping soundly on the couch. you remembered almost getting fired for the quantums of late work, it didn't surprise you, nothing about this job surprised you anymore.
your eyes threatened to close, you were working those tiresome nights, your workspace looked more pedestrian than normal. today you got around two in the morning, you didn't know what had gotten over you but next thing you knew, bottles were in front of you, bitter taste burning your throat.
bottle after bottle, the bitterness threatening to go down, you threw on the sidewalk with a disgusted look painting your face, everything and I mean everything was spinning.
before you knew it you had blacked out, it wasn't from the burnouts during work it was from alcohol, no matter how bitter it tasted you only asked for a stronger dose. familiar voices echoed in and out through your ears, but why did you crave more? why did alcohol force its way back into your life? why did you force it back into your life?
you woke to a pounding headache, your eyes widening, noticing it was your— kazuha’s house. you felt like you were going to throw up again, your breath cutting short, stomach empty with guilt, digging your nails into your skin like it was human nature. you wanted to hide, so you did. you didn't know where you were hiding, but what you did know was your heart stopping the moments that front door opened.
❝please, come out. I'm in no mood to play this game with you.❞ you couldn't move just curl into a ball, that's when you finally noticed you were hiding, where you always stored your alcohol bottles. you hadn't come there to hide, you came there to drink.
after minutes, almost an hour of silence, kazuha's silhouette made your heart jump. ❝please come out willingly or I'll drag you forcefully.❞ wrapping into a tighter ball and scooting away from him, though within seconds you were being dragged from your spot while trying clawing at the ground trying to remain in there.
your screams, desperately pleading him to stop, to leave you there fell on deaf ears ‘til you were fully out. ❝kazuha ‘m sorry— sorry, so sorry! I was stressed and I wasn't planni—❞
❝get out.❞
everything fell silent, like your world had collapsed. he was kicking you out? but it was all an accident, you swear! before you could respond kazuha was already grabbing your hand, not hard enough to hurt you but firm enough to drag you out. even if you pleaded countlessly, he wouldn't listen.
once he finally stopped walking you knew what was bound to happen. ❝I'm not going to humiliate you by dragging you out so please just walk out.❞ you weren't moving nor was he listening. and that was how your argument started, all he said before leaving was “by the time I hope you'll be gone, but If you aren't I will drag you out.”
you did the only thing you felt like doing, alcohol. bitterness. your hands trembled, the cool glass meeting your lips, what if you did more? you needed more, kazuha felt like your light when all you did was drink and drink ‘til you passed out or kazuha would put you to rest.
by the time kazuha returned he almost fell back, looking down to see, you were still here. clinging to his leg dried and wet tears alongside alcohol mushing your brain. ❝kazu— I'm so sorry, I promise I'll stop, please just give me another chance please, please, please— goddammit kaedehara I love you so much I swear, I'll try to stop, just for you okay? just please don't throw me out, please?❞
the platinum blond couldn't even bear looking at you, his heart swelling with his back pressed against the door and his hands shaking. ❝we can't— it's unhealthy and it's ruining us.❞ he mumbled in a shaky voice. a part of him wanted to leave you yet the side you knew and loved couldn't abandon you.
❝kazu— baby, I love you, i love you i swear I'll try❞ ❝you don't love me. if you did, you'd respect my wishes in leaving my house or stopping your addiction. but you failed to do either❞ burying your head in his leg, you knew he was right. tugging at his shirt struggling to stand on your two feet. stumbling forward and wrapping your hands around the male only to be pushed back, unlocking the door and wanting to push you out, fighting his emotions with a drained sigh, he locked the door.
❝you sleep on the couch.❞ kazuha's voice was stern but also regretful, pushing you back and quickly making his way to your– well now his bedroom. (maybe yours and his if you act right)
your clothes reeked of alcohol and sweat, stumbling your way to kazuha’s room, sticking to the walls for support. you didn't need alcohol right now, you just wanted kazuha more than anything. yeah your cravings could wait but kazuha? he definitely couldn't. he was more of a need than a want, the medicine to your sickness, he was the one who picked on the broken pieces of your heart, the one piecing them back together with that warm inviting smile. you loved kazuha, you really did even through his flaws you still loved him, though you couldn't just choose between the two. alcohol was most likely all you knew, you had thought about smoking but when you instantly didn't like it.
parts of you were still sober, not much, which you equally loved and hated. poking your head in, the blond was in the showers. slowly you made your way to the closest, grabbing some random clothes and subconsciously grabbing a shirt that you knew wasn't yours, but would he really mind?
you decided to use the bathroom in the hallway, but when you went to turn the water on you fell into the shower getting your wet so you just waited with your arms crossed.
by the way kazuha had finished he was surprised to see you waiting there, your face and shirt were half soaked and your pants were getting wet from water dripping from your face and drenched shirt. you didn't even have to explain kazuha just sighed and told you to wait there. kazuha wasn't surprised, you'd done this before but way funnier, but today it wasn't as funny, no one laughed. not even a chuckle nor a giggle.
you two didn't even talk and when you tried touching him he just put your hand back into the receptacle. despite kazuha's disappointment and need to be alone, he didn't rush nor was he rough. even when the both of you finished, giving you a towel and carrying you out, though it felt comfortable you could tell kazuha wasn't having this.
instantly putting you in the bathroom located in the hallway since “your” clothes were originally placed and that was the end. once you came out the bedroom door was closed and the bottles were gone, your throat felt dry and unfortunately he had almost gotten all the bottles.
kazuha's shirt was warm unlike the bitter taste burning your throat yet it still felt comforting. instantly putting the bottles away upon hearing the male open the door, you don't know what came over you but the moment you saw kazuha you ran and hugged him.
❝kazuuu! baby your home!❞ your words slurred, grabbing his hand and putting it on your cheek while he just stared. an unpleasant look spread across his face. ❝I've was already home to begin with.❞
you frowned, tilting your head in confusion. ❝oh you were? i didn't notice you ‘til now!❞ a smile spread across your lips, kazuha tried moving away from you, but you were glued to him like paper, like the cotton that warmed his soft skin. ❝kazu— baby, I love you so much!❞ glaring at you and finally pulling you off and sitting you on the couch.
❝this is where you'll be sleeping alright?❞ just as you were about to protest kazuha silenced you. ❝it could be temporary if you act right for the night then i might allow you to sleep with me again.❞ thinking about it for a moment an idea forming in your head. ❝mhm! but kiss me first.❞ kazuha eyes widen, raising a brow. ❝what? n—no!❞ ❝then I'm not sleeping out here!❞
looking you up and down, rolling his eyes ‘nd grabbing your cheek and pressing his lips against yours. the taste of alcohol didn't sit right with the male, it was clearly the reason for his pull back. ❝now stay and sleep.❞ standing up laying your head on his shoulder. ❝but before, can I have another—❞ ❝no. sit.❞ pouting sitting back on the couch. kazuha stared at you for a while, slowly backing up, before he turned. that's when he finally noticed. ❝is that my shirt?❞ he questioned stepping closer realizing in fact, yes it was his shirt.
❝why? do you— actually just nevermind.❞ kazuha just made sure you stayed there before leaving to his own bed.
later into the night, one am to be exact. kazuha woke up to a slow and short knock. lazily slipping out of bed, it wasn't any surprise to see you just standing there. ❝kazu i can't sleep, please can we sleep together?❞ ❝we already agreed on you sleeping in the living room.❞
❝i’ll sleep on the floor.❞ you suggested, digging your nails into your skin kazuha simply shook his head. ❝i want you to be comfortable, no sleeping on the ground.❞ ❝but i can't sleep at all!❞ crossing his arms, the both of you continued going back and front tiredly ‘til the blond gave in. honestly he didn't know what was worse the fact you stole his shirt or that he gave in.
he was glad you stayed on your own side, getting comfortable and eventually falling asleep, at around three he was woken up again. he didn't move, he only hummed. ❝kaedehara, I still can't sleep.❞ kazuha's eyes slowly open ‘til they were half lid. he was barely even conscious, shifting around now facing you. grabbing your body and resting his chin on your head, you could tell he was barely in the right state of mind. hugging his body, he was warm, driving closer to his embrace.
when you awoke, the bits of sunlight hitting your face, the bed felt cold, kazuha was gone and your head was hurting like you hit your head against the wall numerous times ‘til you passed out. the sound of the door opening caught your attention, kazuha handed you a cup of water and painkillers.
without any thoughts you instantly hugged the male almost making him drop both the water and painkillers. ❝kazuha please don't kick me out–❞ ❝just take the painkillers and then we'll talk alright?❞ you nodded watching kazuha leave them on the nightstand. taking the painkillers and water, it was hard to digest, speaking of the thought that your throat felt awfully dry.
a certain scent filled your nose, it smelled good walking towards the kitchen seeing kazuha making breakfast for the both of you, he almost jumped seeing you watch him but he could tell you were hungry. ❝please eat okay?❞ nodding sitting at the table, it was awfully silent, maybe even uncomfortable.
a plate was set in front of you, it smelled better than alcohol, poking at your food the smell almost had you drooling. ❝hey, i thought about last night and since i couldn't come to a decision i talked to someone about it, without details of course!❞ he noticed how you weren't reacting nor touching your food anymore.
❝i’m not kicking you out, i’ll try again with you. just please, don't make me regret my decisions.❞ your head shot up, you didn't know how to react nor what to say. kazuha approached you with caution, hugging you warmly and pressing a kiss on your forehead.
❝are you willing to try with me?❞ ❝of course i am!❞ kazuha smiled pressing his lips against yours yet this time it felt better and lasted longer. ❝good now please eat, it took me forever to make that.❞ you giggled, hugging him warmly. everything was back to how you both wanted it, though you weren't ever a fan of therapists you went for your own sake (and kazuha’s). maybe this time it’ll be different if you tried, all you knew currently was you'd do anything to keep kazuha in your life.
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I think I'll just post just the 1st chs of my ongoing stories and that's it. like I'll post updates when I finish them but these will be my main examples for people at how I'm doing writing wise
so this ch 1 of my melodybeast centered fic!
Oh. This is bad.
Viney doesn't know why it took her this long to realize that but it did.
Ever since Hunter's second arrival to Hexside and telling everyone the truth about the Day of Unity, all the kids were thrown into hysteria.
And who could blame them? The former Golden Guard comes to their school, tells them that the Day of Unity is actually a planned out mass genocide of all living things on the Isles and only the mass believers of Belos would laugh in their face.
Thankfully, Viney has always been a nonbeliever.
She mentally thanks her parent for instilling that in her.
But then it was the Day of Unity. Those with sigils nearly died, her friends go missing (whenever someone is saying that they could be dead, she asks Skara to cast a silencing spell because she might end up fistfighting someone), her Nobi goes missing, and all the kids are left alone.
She recalls Matt saying he doesn't know whether or not Glandus is okay which led her to wonder if the kids from other schools got branded or not.
(Are they alone, too?)
Regardless, none of them are showing up.
A week into the apocalypse, with every adult at Hexside turned into a puppet (because of Boscha, the darker parts of her mind provides) and many more missing, the realization what's happened sets in for every kid.
Then came the tears.
Everyone not in kindergarten was in charge now for the kindergarten kids. Their parents were either missing or puppets. No one was coming to help them.
They're on their own.
Yeah. This is totally not good.
This year is going in the therapy books. If those will even continue to exist anymore.
They have to get supplies. The kids – Oh yeah, she's one, too – were in this for the long haul, Titan forbid anyone think otherwise.
Which leads to now.
Ordinarily, Viney would be one of the witches to stay because of her capability in healing. Kat is... not here, Emira is inexperienced with major injuries that are more common than ever and is also taking care of Edric, and Bo is good but far too tired from the past few days alone.
And that's just naming a few. Viney is sure she could make a whole book listing the problems healers alone have right now.
However, with Matt busy in staging a coup, and the healing homeroom not actually packed for once, Viney volunteered to look for supplies.
Like hell she would live on school lunch for the rest of her life.
"If I knew that the apocalypse would come last week, I would've dressed more comfortably." Skara says irritably.
"Yeah, scavenging around in school uniform does not bode well for days in a row." Jerbo replies with a low note of humor.
Herself, Barcus, Jerbo, and Skara are scavenging the hollowed out town that was Bonesborough.
Apparently, there's some kind of schedule with how the Collector acts – at least, that's the best way to put it.
The morning to the afternoon was "playtime". The night until morning was "bedtime". It's coming into conflict to what she thought the Collector to be. Regardless of those thoughts, one thing is for certain.
The Collector is dangerous. And very powerful but that goes without saying.
"What should we look for first?" Barcus woofs from the front of the group.
"Hang on," Skara halts. "I made a list." The bard takes out a folded sheet of paper. She unfolds it then reads outloud.
"Okay so, we need some clothes for the kindergarten kids after they tore theirs while hunting down lockers."
Jerbo groans while Viney pats his back in sympathy. "That's gonna be a common occurrence, isn't it?"
"Yeah... We also need food, seeds for the plant track students – any will do, and some extra sleeping bags."
"Okay," Viney starts, "Let's head for the marketplace then. We'll find what we need there."
The trek wasn't hard. They ran into little to no trouble because... well, there wasn't anything. The streets were empty and quiet. It was wrong. Everything about this was wrong but now isn't the time to have a crisis.
She can save that for later.
"We should split up." Skara suggests, "We shouldn't run into much trouble but I'd rather not risk anything. You guys got invisibility glyphs?"
The trio nods then Skara continues, "Alright. Viney, you're with me. We'll scour the Ceilingmart. Barcus, you and Jerbo check the stands."
Ah. Hm.
Viney doesn't mind at all going with Skara but that doesn't stop this bubbling feeling in her from rising.
It's not the first time either.
"I think Skara is poisoning me." Viney says, one day. The two of them are inside the room of shortcuts except for Barcus.
Jerbo looks away from the potted abomination he was crafting. "What?"
"I think Skara is poisoning me."
"Why do you think that?"
"So, you know how when you're slowly poisoned overtime, you would feel weird in your stomach?" Viney gestures to him like this is completely normal.
...
"No, Viney. I wouldn't know." Jerbo says with a completely blank face and straight lined mouth.
"Okay, good."
"Oh my Titan, Viney."
"Anyways, that's what happening to me for like... a week now. I would just feel sweaty and like, I would feel my heart pounding so much faster than it should." Viney said.
"And you're sure this is her poisoning you? " Jerbo questions. At this point, neither of them are paying attention to whatever task they're supposed to complete. This is clearly more important.
"Well... no. But those are the symptoms of being poisoned, so..."
"Alright, there has to be more to this."
There is. Thank Titan that Jerbo is a good listener.
Viney would sometimes stare for a little too long. Think about her at nearly anytime of the day. Remember the littlest of things that just seem important to her. All that.
Then, Jerbo manages to develop the answer. He narrows his eyes. "That's not her poisoning you, Viney. That means you have a crush on her."
Oh.
Yeah. Oh. In hindsight, it was probably stupid to think she was poisoning her.
Whatever, this is where the problem comes in. What does she do about this?
She's never had a crush before. On anyone. What if she ruins their friendship? What if Skara hated her for it?
What if this wasn't a crush and she's just panicing over nothing? What if Skara actually reciprocates her "feelings" only to break up later?
Viney doesn't want to hurt her. She's been through enough hurt by her own friends as it is.
"Viney?"
The beastkeeper blinks, her intrusive thoughts disappearing as she takes in the present. She sees Skara looking at her in concern. Her cricket palisman is on her shoulder mirroring her witch's look.
"Yeah, what's up?"
Skara points to where Viney was originally looking. "You were just, uh, staring down those pots like it had done something to you."
Viney looks to where the bard is pointing. Ah, right. Since they can't go outdoors, they'll have to grow crops from pots.
"Sorry, just thinking about which pots to get. I'm not in the plant track so I don't know which one to get."
Ugh. Thinking about school romance of all things when you're supposed to be getting supplies for an entire school body? Seriously?
Get it together, Vernal.
"I guess that makes sense." The bard purses her lips in consideration. "Maybe I should've sent Jerbo here instead."
Viney shrugs, "Eh, it's fine. We could just come back if we need to. Not like they're going anywhere. I think." She turns to Skara, "Are pots sentient?"
That earns her a chuckle which in turn makes the healer smile.
For a moment, everything's right. This one moment they can ignore the apocalyptic setting around them and just be kids.
So it's only a matter of time before something goes wrong.
They weren't supposed to be here.
It was nighttime. Isn't that the Collector's bedtime? Do these things just have minds of their own?
Skara quickly plays a few notes on her lyre and the star is shoved into a nearby building by bard magic.
Jerbo uses a vine as some kind of lasso and drags another star down so Barcus could destroy it with a bite infused with oracle magic.
And Viney? Well, she's good at defense so defend is what she'll do. Puddles is... also not here so the best she could do is conjure shields whenever the time arises.
The shields are hands at least so she could swat them away like vampflies.
But this is getting too much.
"Barcus, look out!" Viney shouts.
Barcus yips and jumps up to dodge a spy's puppet-transforming magic before Jerbo catches him in his arms.
"We gotta fall back!" Jerbo yells and Barcus barks in agreement.
Viney makes a wide spell circle and the four are surrounded by a giant dark blue dome. It immediately cracks under the attacks recieved by their enemies.
Thankfully, quick thinking and improvisation are skills that you need if you were to be a delinquent a few months ago. And also a survivor in the apocalypse now.
"Grab hands and use an invisibility glyph then run like hell into the alleyways!" Viney commands.
Skara grabs Viney's hand – Oh Titan, calm down, it's literally just handholding for dear life – then she grabs Jerbo's. Barcus, who is still in the grip of his fellow delinquent, pulls out a glyph from his pouch.
"On three, hold your breaths!"
The group nods. Viney's shields are about to go down due to the force of the star spies.
Honestly, she's actually pretty surprised it lasted this long.
"Two!"
"Wh-?! What happened to one?!" Jerbo sputters.
"No time for one!"
The shields shatter into glistening light particles and spread across the baren street. Viney's proud of how long those lasted.
"Three!"
The group breathe in their share of air, hold it in, and run. They rush down the alleyways and out, dragging each other into a new street.
Pieces of Bonesborough watch as the spies fly past broken down husks of buildings of the place they called their town. The confusion is oddly clear on their faces.
The spies aren't giving up so neither are they. Well, in a sense they are, but this battle doesn't need to won in this war.
Jerbo drags them into a open building before shutting the door behind them. At that point, they all take in a large gulp of air, the invisibility taken off of them.
Skara, not stopping for a moment, covers the window with its blinds. Viney slumps against a wall while Jerbo puts down Barcus back on the floor.
"That..." Jerbo panted, "was close."
"Too close." Barcus huffs. "It's the middle of the night. I thought the Collector was asleep?"
"I guess those things must be capable of acting on their own." Viney said. "When we were running, I noticed how the spies looked confused. Like, really confused. That may not sound like much but you'd be surprised at how a lot of beasts are not capable of facial expressions."
It'd be fascinating if it weren't for the fact those things turn people into wooden puppets.
"They're quite the unique beast, no?"
"Regardless," Skara says, gathering the attention of everyone, "it's probably best if we hide for the meantime. Let's scour the building for any supplies."
"Aye aye, captain." Jerbo salutes. He leaves up a stairwell with Barcus in tow. The demon sends a side eye to Viney and before she could react, he's already gone.
Weird.
"Well," Skara begins and Viney turns to her. "where we should we start?"
Ah. Right. Barcus knows because of couse he does.
Gay. Gay. Homosexual. Gay.
Shut up, Barcus.
She feels a chortle in her mind before it fades away. What was she doing again?
Oh! Right, a place to start.
"How about a kitchen?" Viney suggests. "I know I'm hungry after that ordeal."
"No kidding." Skara giggles. "I hope they have some cake in here."
Viney laughs. "Here's hoping."
Skara draws a circle and a ball of light is brought to life in the palm of her hand. She smiles at her which has the troublemaker darting her eyes, uncharacteristically shy-like.
Okay, Vernal. Just you and who is probably the prettiest girl you've ever met scouting a random building for supplies. You got this.
She doesn't expect the bard to hook her right arm with her left but hey, she doesn't mind.
Just don't look into her beautiful silver eyes and say something embarrassing. Easy.
She's so got this.
(No, she does not.)
#the owl house#toh#melodybeast#skara x viney#skara#viney#toh fanfic#fanfic#barcus#Jerbo#viney x skara#for the future#song's written works
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OCCE - Sol Overview
Masterpost
So I talked about her briefly when I posted those portraits, but Sol was the first OC I ever made (not that I knew what an OC was at the time)
She's from Pokemon bc I spent my entire childhood tearing through the pokemon adventure mangas and eventually started daydreaming about it. None of this was ever written down anywhere btw so have a fun recollection of my memories.
Sol is what's known in pokemon as an Aura Wielder. It seems pretty self explanatory, but Aura Wielders are able to sense and manipulate the energy of all living things. This allows for several neat abilities like the power to form barriers and projectiles, resistance to certain frequencies, the ability to transfer energy to others, sense one's surroundings, and telepathy with other beings sensitive to aura abilities.
If you're unfamiliar with pokemon, the main character Ash Ketchum also canonically has this ability and it's typically how Sol communicates with him (especially initially bc Ash didn't know sign language)
Sol is also a child of the Viridian Forest, which is a concept from the manga where every 10 years the Great Spirit of the Forest blesses a child born in the forest with the ability to read the minds and memories of pokemon, heal them, and use a small degree of telekinesis (because why not. I was 8. Rules don't exist)
Story
Sol woke up near Pallet Town injured with a bout of amnesia where Ash found her while he was out training for the Indigo League.
After getting her help, Sol stayed with Delia (Ash's mom) and began helping out around Professor Oak's lab while she recovered. After a while, Professor Oak eventually gifted Sol with a mysterious egg that hatched into a Ralts.(He hoped that Ralts natural ability to feel its trainers' emotions would help cheer Sol up after she became frustrated with her lack of progress regarding her lost memories.)
After Ash returned from venturing across the Johto region and Team Rocket attacked the lab stealing all the pokemon (as they do episodically), Ralts evolved into a Kirlia and was able to use its psychic powers to free the pokemon.
After Ash declared he would be traveling to the Hoenn region, Professor Oak suggested Sol go with him to see if anything on their adventures could help respark her memory.
Sol became pretty good at battling and eventually gained a team consisting of Gardevoir, Luxray, Sableye, Dragonair, Charizard, and Starmie.
She continued traveling with Ash up until the end of the Kalos League when Sol decided she finally had enough confidence to travel on her own and wanted to try to take on the gym challenges in Kanto and Johto.
Professor Oak went with Sol to Johto initially on his way to the Goldenrod radio tower where he regularly hosted his own show when they met a boy named Gold. Gold claimed to have had a newborn pokemon stolen from his grandparents' day care just down the road, and that the thief took off towards Violet City.
Plot shenanigans ensue and through the power of rivalry and friendship the Sol, Gold, and the thief, named Silver become friends (Silver a bit more begrudgingly than the first two) I have no more details on this part. That's all I remember. I think it just follows the plot of HeartGold/SoulSilver from that point forward.
If there was some sort of resolution to the amnesia thing I don't remember it (oh irony). It was maybe a failed teleportation attempt? And parents didn't exist? Idk. I didn't understand how kids came into fruition then so it's entirely possible I just pictured Sol spawning into the world from a tree.
If you want some sort of closure then take comfort in the fact that Sol made so many new memories that they felt that the ones they lost weren't nearly as important anymore.
Also that Sol, Gold, and Silver start dating when they're older. Courtesy of 12 year old me having a crush?(squish is probably more accurate) on Silver, but also shipping him with Gold and accidentally stumbling across the concept of polyamory through trying to figure out which ship to go with.
Example of my internal monolog:
Me (projecting my feelings onto my ocs as you do): I really like Gold x Silver, but also I want to date Silver
Also me: Okay, but you also like Gold.
Me: Yeah, but not as much as Silver
Also me: But why don't they all just date each other? Problem solved!
Me: I don't think that's a thing
Also me: Why not?
Me: Idk. I just don't think that's a thing
Also me: But you're making it up. What does it matter? None of it's real. No one can stop you.
Me: Good point.
Now
Part 2 for the Stardew Bit
#imagine my surprise later in life when I learn that polyamory was a thing#and it was 'bad' just like all other lgbtq+ stuff#whoops#anyways#i was really fighting that 10 image limit but I got their backstory#now time for fun stardew antics#oc crossover#sol ketchum
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