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bokubonk · 4 years ago

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lucky charm

content: fluff, so much fluff, just bokuaka, childhood friends

characters: Bokuto x Akaashi

date: 03/08/21

word count: 600+

notes: Bokuaka is my absolute favorite ship and when I came up with this prompt I had the idea for a childhood friends to lovers type thing so Bokuto and Akaashi didn’t meet at a volleyball match but rather they grew up together. I hope you guys like it :)

His small hand clenched the fragile stems, tight enough so they couldn’t slip through the cracks of his fingers yet still loose enough that they wouldn’t snap.

Bokuto felt his cheeks flush and a childish grin tug at his lips.

He stood behind a tree, watching his childhood best friend, Akaashi, pick flowers and twist them to form a flower crown. He worked slowly and methodically so as to not break the stems of the flowers he tried so hard to find. Bokuto found the slight crease between his eyebrows as he focused adorable and he admired Akaashi’s hands as he worked. They were thin and slender, ones Bokuto wouldn’t mind holding for the rest of forever.

But for now, his main concern were the five four leaf clovers he had been lucky enough to find. His hands were caked in dirt from his excitement to find more after he stumbled upon the first one and when the thought came to mind for him to give them to Akaashi, Bokuto’s excitement only increased.

Akaashi didn’t seem to notice Bokuto’s intense search for four leaf clovers since all of his attention was focused on making the perfect flower crown, one he thought Bokuto would look beautiful wearing.

Bokuto stumbled out from behind the tree where he was watching Akaashi work. Hearing the rustling of the grass underneath his footsteps, Akaashi’s head snapped up, his gaze softening when he saw Bokuto shrouded in sunlight with his hands hidden behind his back.

“Bokuto-san?” he inquired, pausing in his search for flowers.

“Hi, Akaashi,” he smiled, stumbling over his pronunciation of the blue-eyed boy’s name once again. But Akaashi didn’t mind, after all, it was Bokuto.

Akaashi dusted the dirt off of his knees to stand up and walk over to where Bokuto was nervously shuffling his feet, unintentionally kicking up the grass.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, when the golden-eyed boy refused to look at him, a bright red painting his cheeks.

Bokuto took his hands out from behind his back and shoved them in Akaashi’s direction, glancing at him momentarily to see his reaction. “These are for you.”

He opened his palms to show five slightly crumpled four leaf clovers and his smile only widened when he saw the fondness grow in Akaashi’s gaze.

“Thank you, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi said and Bokuto glowed at his words only for his smile to turn into a pout when he continued, “But I can’t take them.”

His outstretched hands dropped to his sides and he tightened his grip around them, hoping to get rid of the ache in his chest.

“But why not?” he questioned, his volume increasing with his distress before he sadly whispered, “I got them for you.”

“Do you not like them?” he asked, his voice cracking.

Akaashi felt his heart clench and he rushed to comfort him. “That’s not it, Bokuto-san. They’re lucky so you should keep them for yourself.”

He shook his head. “I already have a lucky charm. I got these for you so you could have one too.”

Akaashi could feel himself growing warm and his chest tightened, making it hard for him to breathe.

“What’s your lucky charm?” Akaashi found himself asking. While he was ecstatic that Bokuto thought of him while looking for four leaf clovers, he couldn’t hold back his curiosity about what Bokuto’s lucky charm was, seeing as he never mentioned having one until today.

Bokuto glanced away from him again, keeping his eyes on his feet.

“It’s you,” he replied, his voice uncharacteristically soft and his gaze still nervously locked on the ground.

Akaashi’s eyes widened and he grabbed onto Bokuto’s hands, gently prying them apart to reveal that all the four leaf clovers had fallen apart under Bokuto’s bruising grip.

Bokuto felt tears prickling at his eyes. All the hard work he put in to give Akaashi a gift went down the drain and it was all his fault. He opened his mouth to apologize but Akaashi brushed the clovers from his hand and intertwined their fingers instead, offering him a comforting smile.

“Looks like neither of us need these because you’re my lucky charm too.”

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idiot-with-a-cat-pen · 5 years ago

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Day 1: Semblances

So I literally just finished this because I’m an idiot, but anyway Winter is helping because Qrow and Clover are dumb, and this is a soulmate au.

I will now add a break because it might not be that long, but it’s long enough.

Clover stares at his wrist in anticipation, counting down the seconds in his mind. It’s 8:15 right now, and at 8:17, he’ll see the words appear. Just two more minutes, and he gets to know his soulmate’s Semblance.

“You know, staring at your arm for that long isn’t going to make his Semblance show up any faster,” Robyn drawls, flopping over the chair she’s been lounging in. “So you might as well have some cake.”

“First of all, I haven’t been staring for that long. Second of all, cake? Where did you find cake?”

Harriet appears in the doorway, staggering as she tries to balance a cake stand on one arm. Cursing, Robyn rushes to go help her and barely catches the cake before it hits the ground.

Clover blinks. “Lucky catch?”

“We’ll never know with you around, will we?” Ari sighs as she follows Harriet into the room, the tips of her braids covered in green globs of frosting and crumbs.

Raising an eyebrow, Clover asks, “I take it your baking skills aren’t as good as you thought?”

Ari crosses her arms. “I could have done it if Harriet hadn’t insisted on speed-decorating-”

“There’s a minute until his soulmate’s Semblance shows up,” Harriet says, mimicking Ari’s pose as Robyn carefully sets the cake down on the table. “We had to get it done fast, so I did.”

Clover takes the opportunity to look at his cake. It’s clearly been haphazardly cut in the shape of what he thinks is supposed to look like a four-leaf clover, and the green frosting seems to be sliding off. On top of the mess is a message that’s nearly impossible to read, but Clover’s seen enough bad handwriting to decipher the words Happy 17th, Clover!

“Haven’t you ever watched Cake Wars?” Ari demands. “You have to wait for the cake to cool unless you want the frosting to look like that.” She points at the frosting, which is still sliding down to the base of the cake.

Harriet waves her away and checks her Scroll. “It’s fine. Clover, thirty seconds.”

Clover stiffens and turns back to his wrist. His teammates sit down in the chairs around him, their eyes on the cake. Ari pulls out one of her swords and carefully cuts a huge slice. She barely manages to balance it long enough to put it on a plate, but she doesn’t hand him the cake. Not yet.

“Twenty-five,” Robyn says distractedly, her attention split between the cake, his wrist and her Scroll. She accepts the next piece of cake and starts eating while they wait for the seconds to tick by.

“Twenty,” Ari mutters through a mouthful of cake. She gags almost immediately. “Harriet, are you sure this recipe was a good one?”

“I got it off the description of a baking hacks video, don’t ask me.”

“Why would you trust a baking hacks video-”

Harriet swallows her bite of cake, clearly not finding a problem with its taste. She gestures with her plastic fork as she responds, “They said seven quick and easy hacks for baking, so I figured it was a good idea. Besides, I knew you would mess something up.”

“That frosting exploding was your fault, but whatever,” Ari replies, setting her plate down. She checks her watch. “Ten seconds, Clover.”

“Nine,” Harriet says, putting her cake to the side so she can perch on the armrest of Clover’s chair.

Robyn, still with her cake in her hands, jumps over to the other armrest. She and Harriet lean close to his wrist and wait.

“What if it’s the other wrist?” Ari asks as she balances on the top of the chair like a gargoyle.

“It won’t be,” Clover replies. The confidence he tries for doesn’t quite make it into his tone. He’s always felt like the words should be on his right wrist.

Ari pulls out her Scroll and positions the camera so she can take a picture of his wrist. “I’ll send it to Elm and she can get it filed for you,” she says.

“Thanks.”

“Three,” Harriet says, her voice almost a shout.

Robyn does shout. “TWO!”

“One,” Ari screeches even louder than Robyn.

“Zero,” Clover finishes as everyone’s Scrolls hit 8:17:07. The members ofTeam CHRY lean as close as they can to his wrist and wait.

Red letters start to appear, one by one. MI

“Mist,” Harriet suggests.

“Mirror,” Robyn says.

“Mirage,” Ari offers.

“Misfortune,” Clover says, getting weird looks from the others. It’s an odd guess, but the letters forming do nothing to prove him wrong.

MIS

“Damn it,” Ari and Robyn say at once. Harriet waits with bated breath, but she can’t even come close to matching Clover’s level of excitement.

This is it. Sure, he’s not exactly meeting his soulmate yet, but at least he’ll have a hint. For all he knows, he’s already met them and didn’t notice.

MISF

Harriet sighs in disappointment, but Clover has a feeling he’s right that sticks with him as the next six letters appear. When he reads the full word, he’s not surprised.

MISFORTUNE

Robyn wheezes, drops her cake and falls off the armrest. Ari loses her balance and crashes to the ground, while Harriet has to put a hand on the back of the chair to steady herself.

“Well, that’s ironic,” Ari says when she picks herself up.

“How did you guess that?” Robyn groans from the floor.

Clover shrugs. “Lucky guess?”

“Of course,” Harriet sighs. She stands up straighter. “Do you think he’s naturally unlucky, or does he just make everyone else unlucky?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care,” Robyn cackles. “Misfortune. They’re never going to be able to do epic Semblance combinations like that.”

“Yeah, like Matter Absorption could ever work with your Semblance.” Ari reaches for her cake before she thinks better of it and stops. “What if he’s just not a Huntsman?”

“Then he’d get Words instead, genius,” Harriet says. She turns to Clover. “Are you going to see if anyone in the school has misfortune?”

“Later,” Clover responds, his mind elsewhere. The rest of his team might find it funny that their Semblances are opposite, but he can’t help but think about Harriet’s question about the specifics of his soulmate’s Semblance. What if he affects the people around him? He’s always been glad that he’s able to help change the outcome of things for the better, but what if it’s the opposite for his soulmate? Would he be forced to stay distant to keep the people he loves safe? Looking around at his team, Clover can’t imagine the loneliness of staying away from everyone.

Gods, he hopes that’s not how his soulmate’s Semblance works.

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The announcer- a teacher from Shade, he thinks- leans into the microphone and says over the cheers of the crowd, “Clover Ebi and Harriet Bree of Atlas versus Qrow and Raven Branwen of Beacon!”

Clover takes a second to thank the gods that his outfit doesn’t have sleeves as the parts of the arena click into place. A glance behind him tells him that they have an area of fire Dust and an area that looks like it was cut straight out of the desert. Combined with the sun’s heat, he can bet that their half will be unbearable. Then again, sunburn might be worse.

Behind the two members of Beacon’s team STRQ, a pirate ship rises along with a biome made of ice that glistens in Vacuo’s heat. Clover and Harriet send each other meaningful looks- they’re definitely going over to Qrow and Raven’s side.

“Three…”

Kingfisher snaps out to its full form while Fast Knuckles extends around Harriet’s arms and hands. Across from them, Raven pulls out a long red blade, while Qrow puts a hand on the handle behind his back.

“Two…”

Clover slides one foot in front of the other and raises Kingfisher. Harriet curls her fingers into fists. Raven brandishes her sword, but Qrow’s only movement is a slight shift forward.

“One…”

Glancing at Harriet, Clover tries to indicate with his eyes that she should fight Qrow. She nods, smirking confidently, and turns back to their opponents.

“Go!”

Harriet takes off in a burst of speed and punches at Qrow’s face, and to her evident surprise, he ducks it with speed rivaling hers. Her second punch strikes metal as he yanks out a huge sword to block it.

Clover doesn’t see any more of their fight as Raven shoots in front of him with her sword slashing down. He raises Kingfisher to block it, just barely catching the blade before it hits him. Clover tries to kick her, but she leaps away. He uses the opportunity to grapple over to the pirate ship, and she follows him.

Swinging around the ship, Clover’s acutely aware of how quickly Raven follows him. He manages to turn at the last second to kick her away, but her sword is so long that when she jerks her arm, it still makes contact with Clover’s hand. He loses his grip on Kingfisher and lands hard on the deck of the ship.

Raven moves the second she lands, returning to attack again while he’s disarmed. Hastily, Clover flicks his pin and amplifies his Semblance. He holds out a hand, and Kingfisher drops into it. He blocks her sword just in time.

Harriet’s shout of triumph reaches him when she finally lands a hit on Qrow and swings another punch at him. Raven spins and slashes her sword through thin air, opening up a red portal. Its twin appears under Qrow and drops him right next to Raven. With Harriet too far away to attack, they both focus on Clover.

Just my luck, Clover thinks. He doesn’t have time to flick his pin again as both of them spin and bring their swords down on him with so much strength that he almost collapses from holding them both back.

Qrow frowns, and Clover’s about to grin when his sword starts to change. Gears start to whir as Qrow’s massive sword curves, its handle extending. Clover doesn’t have time to process until Qrow angles the scythe downward and shoots him in the stomach.

Flying backward, Clover sees Harriet leap over the edge of the pirate ship and hit Raven in the face so hard that the deck collapses under her. As Raven falls, Harriet catches Qrow’s scythe and tries to throw him in after her, but he dodges her attack.

Clover staggers to his feet and casts Kingfisher towards Qrow’s scythe. He tries to yank the weapon away, but Qrow only raises an eyebrow and jerks his scythe so that Clover gets dragged closer.

After that, it’s a mess. Qrow manages to dodge Harriet’s punches and kicks her right into the path of Raven’s blade. Somehow, he and Qrow start fighting in the ice Dust area.

As Clover slides over the ice, it starts to crack. Panicked, he tries to use his Semblance before he realizes that he’s so low on Aura that it’ll probably break before the ice does. At least Qrow’s at roughly the same level of Aura- if he can just get one more good hit in, he can finish him.

The ice starts to crack even more under Clover’s feet, but he does his best to avoid it as Qrow closes in. The cracking follows him until Clover’s sure that this has to do with Qrow’s Semblance.

On cue, the announcer says, “It looks like Qrow Branwen’s using his Semblance- Misfortune!”

Clover hesitates with Kingfisher inches away from Qrow, but his opponent doesn’t. Qrow spins his scythe so fast that it catches Clover and throws him against the ice so hard that the entire area rumbles.

The buzzer blares across the arena and Clover sighs, watching his Aura tick down to 0% on the screen. He remembers why he hesitated in the first place and looks up, trying to see if anything is written on Qrow’s wrist.

Clover notices two things at once- that Qrow’s wrist is covered by a black band, and that a large chunk of ice is separating to fall on him. He tries to get to his feet, but he can barely stand up on the slippery, cracked ice. “Shit.”

Luckily, Qrow notices too. Eyes lighting with alarm, he doesn’t even hesitate to leap for Clover, throwing his scythe aside. The chunk falls as Qrow tackles him, making them both slide across the ice.

The ice chunk explodes into smaller bits that fly everywhere. Qrow sees them and positions himself over Clover so none of them hit him. By the time the ice has settled, the buzzer sounds twice- once for Qrow, whose aura is at 19%, and once for Harriet, who’s clearly been distracted enough for Raven to knock her off the ship.

Qrow sighs, his face so close to Clover’s that he can feel his breath shift his hair. The red-eyed boy pushes himself up, slight disappointment in his expression as he helps Clover to stand. “Sorry,” he rasps. “You okay?”

Clover just stares at him. Now that he thinks about it, Qrow’s kind of hot, and his face was just so close to his, and he’s still holding his hand, and he might be his soulmate- Clover nods mutely, unable to form a single word.

Looking relieved, Qrow turns back to Raven, who uses another portal to come over and high-five him. Harriet zips to Clover and gives him an I-know-what-you’re-thinking look.

When they leave the arena, Robyn and Ari are already there, standing at the exit with identical shit-eating grins. Clover gives them one alarmed look before Harriet runs over to join them.

“So,” Robyn begins.

“You lost,” Ari continues.

“To a guy whose Semblance is exactly what’s written on your wrist,” Harriet finishes. She practically bounces as she asks, “Are you going to go talk to him?”

Clover hesitates. “I couldn’t even talk to him the first time,” he finally says. “And I don’t think he likes us that much. Not to mention if I ask about his soulmate’s Semblance… that kind of implies that I think it’s me, doesn’t it?”

“Your choice,” Harriet shrugs. She turns to the exit. “Let’s go get ice cream and cry over our loss, okay?”

Ari shoots a glance up at the bright sun and back down at her long sleeves. “That is something I can get behind,” she agrees, following Harriet.

Robyn starts walking after them, but she pauses when she sees Clover stay still. “Are you coming?”

“In a sec. I’ll catch up,” he replies, and Robyn shrugs and walks away.

Clover turns around to where he can see Team STRQ celebrating. Qrow is talking to his teammate, who wears a long white cloak. Her back is to Clover, but Qrow’s isn’t. Staring just a little too long, Clover knows he’s bright red when Qrow looks up, smirks and raises an eyebrow.

He turns and hurries in the other direction, his entire brain screaming at him. Clover doesn’t know if Qrow’s still looking at him, but he doesn’t want to find out.

As he leaves the arena, he runs into Harriet, who seems to have seen the entire thing. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk to him?”

“I’m busy trying to banish that from my memory, thanks.”

“...Good luck with that.”

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General Ironwood reads the report again. An unauthorized Manta has landed somewhere in Mantle, and now they’ve taken out their weapons. Great. At least there aren’t too many. If he sends the Ace Ops and maybe Winter, they should be able to-

His Scroll beeps. Ironwood looks down and clicks on the picture from one of the drones. It’s blurry, but he recognizes dark hair and a torn red cape. Qrow.

“Sir?” Winter speaks up from across his desk, reminding him that she’s there. “What do you want us to do?”

Something clicks in his brain, and Ironwood looks up as fast as he can. “Do you have Clover’s file?”

Winter nods and extends her Scroll, where Clover’s picture pops up on the screen. He scrolls down to the bottom part to a picture of Clover’s wrist. And the word written on.

MISFORTUNE.

“Oh, this’ll be hilarious,” Ironwood mutters. He looks up. “Just send the Ace Ops. Tell them to be stealthy.”

Winter follows his gaze to the picture of Clover’s wrist. “Oh.”

“How long do you think it’ll take for him to figure it out?” Ironwood smirks.

“Knowing both of them?” Winter shakes her head. “I’ll have to drop hints every day.”

“Something tells me that might not even do it,” Ironwood sighs.

Winter shrugs. “I’m doing it anyway.” She leaves the office.

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Clover turns to Qrow. “Thanks for the call-out. That could have been bad.”

The Huntsman sighs, frowning. “I wouldn’t thank me,” he says, and Clover has the briefest flash of a fleeting memory, one about his Semblance. “My Semblance brings misfortune. Sometimes I can’t keep it under control.”

Thanking the gods that he’s learned to (somewhat) control his levels of gay panic, Clover says, “That so? Well, hey. Don’t beat yourself up about it.” He can tell that Qrow definitely has been beating himself up about it. So maybe his soulmate’s Semblance really does just affect others. Hardly daring to breathe, Clover manages to continue, “My Semblance is good fortune. Lucky you, huh?” He even winks, although that might be overkill.

This is it. If Qrow has his Semblance written on his wrist, he should react, right?

Qrow looks shocked, and although Clover can’t describe his next expression, it’s almost heartbreaking. The hope alone is enough to make him think that maybe, just maybe this is it.

He doesn’t say anything else, and Clover turns away, disappointment pooling in him. Of course. He shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up.

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“You know,” Clover says, causing Qrow to look up from his Scroll. “General Ironwood admitted he sent the Ace Ops to arrest you all on purpose. Do you have any idea what that’s supposed to mean?”

“Maybe it’s because he remembers when I kicked your ass in the Vytal Festival.”

Clover gapes at him. “First of all, why do you remember that? Second, I would have won, I just got… distracted.”

Qrow raises an eyebrow. “Distracted? By what?”

“At this point, I don’t even remember,” Clover admits. “I tried very, very hard to forget what happened, and I think it worked.”

From the hallway, Harriet screams, “YOU WERE LITERALLY ON TOP OF HIM, THAT’S WHY.”

Both of them look up to see Harriet streak by the doorway, electricity crackling in her wake. In the blink of an eye, she’s gone.

“...What?” Clover and Qrow ask at the same time. They both shrug and go back to their Scrolls.

After a few more minutes, Winter walks into the room. She pauses when she sees them together and starts backpedaling out. “I’ll just… leave you two to it.”

Qrow gives her a suspicious glare. “What do you want, Winter?”

“Oh, nothing,” Winter replies just a little too casually, but she returns to the room. Clover knows her well enough to know that she’s definitely up to something and that her plan is working perfectly.

“Did you want to stay?” Clover asks, watching her badly hidden smirk grow wider.

“Not really,” Winter grumbles, glowering at Qrow. He returns the look. “Just out of sheer curiosity,” she begins, her words sounding forced, “Have you two ever thought about finding your soulmates?”

“Obviously,” Clover says. “I’ve only met one person with my soulmate’s Semblance, and they know mine, so it can’t be them.”

“Same,” Qrow sighs. He holds his covered wrist out to Clover and pulls the band away. “You wouldn’t happen to know someone else with good fortune as their Semblance, would you?”

Clover blinks, staring down at the teal letters on his friend’s wrist. “Your soulmate’s Semblance is-”

Winter forcibly grabs his wrist and holds it out to Qrow, shifting her gloved hand so he can read the single word written on it. Qrow’s eyes widen.

Agonizingly slowly, Qrow looks up at him. “And your soulmate’s Semblance is-”

“Yes, yes, you’re soulmates, everyone else knew, you’re idiots, and you can thank me later,” Winter huffs, releasing Clover’s wrist and standing up again. She leaves without another word, the sound of her boots audible for a good minute as she walks away.

Clover looks back to Qrow. “Um. You wouldn’t happen to be looking for a romantic soulmate, would you?”

“I..” Qrow trails off, but the way he stares at Clover answers the question for him. Clover suddenly realizes just how close Qrow’s managed to get.

Oh.

All Clover can think of in that moment is how badly he wants to kiss Qrow.

So he does.

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Clover dials General Ironwood with shaking fingers, looking between Qrow and Tyrian and Robyn. The general picks up after a few rings.

“What is it?”

“Uh, sir?” Clover asks, taking a deep breath to calm himself. He feels a hand wrap around his and looks up to find Qrow holding his hand. Qrow gives him an encouraging nod, so Clover continues, “Are you sure that arresting them is a good idea? Especially-”

“I’m aware Qrow is your soulmate,” Ironwood interrupts. “But I need you to arrest him and bring him back immediately. If he cooperates, no harm will come to him.”

Clover resists glaring at the Scroll. He turns and addresses everyone else in the airship. “Right, guys, let’s get Tyrian to prison and then we’ll go down to Mantle.”

“What? Clover, I gave you an order.” Ironwood sighs louder than it should be possible to sigh. “Clover, please. This is for the good of Atlas. Arrest Qrow.”

“First of all,” Clover replies, letting his contempt shine through, “That’s bullshit.”

“Clover-”

“Second of all, no.”

“Clover-”

He hangs up.

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uh I hope you liked it? It’s also on ao3 here?

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chameleonwritess · 5 years ago

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Dreaming of You

Fandom: RWBY

Pairing: Qrow Branwen/Clover Ebi

Qrow never thought he would get a happy ending.

Maybe he was correct.

Word count: 1830

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Qrow wakes up to the smell of pancakes drifting through his nostrils. It’s not the worst thing he could wake up to, so he lets his mouth twist into a small smile and rolls over in the double bed, his arm flopping over the now vacant spot beside him.

“Qrow?” a soft voice calls from the door, “breakfast is nearly ready.”

“Mm five more minutes, Cloves,” Qrow says, cracking open an eye only to be flooded with an intense burst of light. He immediately snaps it shut again and shoves his face into the pillow next to him. It still smells of his husband and he inhales the scent deeply, like a desperate man. It’s kind of pathetic, he thinks, but he can’t bring himself to care all too much.

“I don’t think so, old bird, you’ve got work today. Plus, I need you home early because team RWBY are coming for dinner and you’ve left coffee mugs all over the lounge,” Clover complains.

Qrow rolls his eyes, which is quite a feat, considering they’re still closed. Still, he’s pretty sure Clover gets the message because the next thing he knows, the bed dips down next to him and two large, familiar hands are massaging his back.

“Come on, you big grump. I even made you coffee,” Clover sighs. Qrow cracks his eye open again, this time greeted with a far more pleasant view than the too-bright morning sun. Clover is smiling down at him, his hair still messy and un-styled and an apron that reads ‘Kiss the Cook’ tied around his waist.

“Coffee?” Qrow croaks. Clover smirks and nods which is what has Qrow finally releasing his early morning grudge. He rolls back onto his back and sits up, finally opening both eyes to fully observe his husband in all his crack-of-dawn cheerfulness. “Okay, I’m up.”

“Knew that would get you,” Clover smirks, brushing his hand through the small hairs dangling in Qrow’s face.

“Lucky guess,” the older huntsman disagrees, dragging a laugh out of the other. Clover’s face settles into a soft smile as the two take a moment to gaze at each other. Qrow knows it’s ridiculously sappy, but Clover’s always been a romantic, and who’s Qrow to deny a man his desires, especially when he’s so nice to look at, anyway?

“Well, come on, then,” Qrow finally breaks the silence, “there’s coffee waiting to be drank.”

Clover gets to his feet and offers a hand out a hand to Qrow. He accepts it and doesn’t release it even once he’s on his feet. He’ll probably never express it out loud, but Clover’s hands make him feel safe- like there’s finally someone there to protect him after he’s spent his whole life trying to protect everyone else around him. Qrow would never let his hands go if the choice was his.

The two find their way to their small kitchen where Clover has laid out two plates of pancakes accompanied by a black coffee and an overly sugary caffeinated drink piled up with cream on top. Qrow grimaces at the two cups.

“How you drink it like that is beyond me,” he complains. Clover shrugs and releases Qrow’s hand so he can take a seat. Qrow follows suit.

“It gives me the caffeine I need for the day, what more do I need?” Clover queries.

“A good taste?” Qrow points out, picking up his own highly-sugared coffee and trying hard not to get the cream on his nose. From the snort his actions elicit from Clover, Qrow figures he wasn’t too successful.

Qrow sends Clover a small glare before digging in to his pancakes. Clover tactfully avoids his gaze and continues sipping his vile black coffee. Looking at them, Qrow supposes anyone would believe he was the one who adored black coffee, especially considering his previous drinking habits, but the taste is far too bland. Sugared drinks give him both the caffeine he needs and the morning sweetness he possibly requires even more.

“So, what’s on your agenda today?” Clover asks.

“I’ve been assigned to Winter’s teams keeping Grimm away from the construction site. As if I needed the Ice Queen bossing me around all day,” Qrow complains with a roll of his eyes. Clover huffs a laugh.

“When are you two ever going to let go of your preschool grudge?” he shakes his head. Qrow shrugs, taking another sip of sweet coffee.

“If I have any say in it, never,” he admits, “have they not got you on the construction today?”

Clover shakes his head, “I’m away from Beacon today- I’m doing diplomatic trips to Atlas. We need more supplies from them. They still refuse to cooperate with the rebuilding of Beacon until we rebuild Atlas.”

“People are stupid,” Qrow decides. Clover shrugs his shoulders with a smile.

“Not all of them,” he says, “your nieces are doing a pretty good job in the field.”

“I always knew they would,” Qrow smiles, “those girls have taught me a lot.”

“Here, here. Sometimes adults forgot that valuable lessons can be learnt from the youth,” Clover agrees. Qrow smirks and stands up, collecting their empty plates and cups and taking them over to the sink.

“Occasionally, I even learn things from you,” he teases. Clover sidles up behind him and pouts.

“I’m not that much younger than you,” he complains, jabbing his fingers into Qrow’s sides and causing the older man to jump. Qrow turns around from the sink and raises a challenging eyebrow at his husband.

“Back in my day, I treated my elders with a bit more respect,” Qrow mocks. Clover’s eyes flash darker and he smirks devilishly. Qrow feels his heart stutter in his chest and curses himself for being so easy.

“Oh, shut up, you,” Clover growls. Qrow, for once, complies very easily as Clover attaches his lips to his, placing his hands firmly on the sink behind Qrow’s back so that he can push the shorter man against the basin.

A soft groan rises to the top of Qrow’s throat as Clover tugs gently at his lower lip, sliding one hand from the sink to the small of his back and up to the base of head. Qrow smiles into the kiss as he tugs at Clover’s apron. He’s been deliberately ignoring its instructions, aware of how frustrated it would make Clover- he only wears the ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron when he means it.

“You’re such a tease,” Clover gasps against Qrow’s mouth. Qrow fastens their lips together again, fiercely, before replying.

“That so? What're you gonna do about it?”

“Right now?” Clover sighs, pressing soft kisses to Qrow’s jaw, “nothing.”

Before Qrow can register what’s happening, Clover pulls away completely.

“We’re both going to be late for work if we stay here all day,” he continues.

“I’m not opposed,” Qrow shrugs. Clover shoots him a withering look.

“Go get dressed for work. I’ll see you tonight,” he instructs.

“Now who’s the tease,” Qrow mumbles under his breath as he heads out of the kitchen to heed Clover’s instructions- he really does need to head to work, as much as he’d rather not.

“I heard that!’ Clover shouts after him. Qrow chuckles and gets ready as swiftly as possible, grabbing Harbinger from the corner of the room before he leaves.

“Make sure you’re not late home, okay?” Clover reminds Qrow as he meets him by the front door, already buttoning up his sleeveless jacket.

“Blame Winter if I am,” Qrow says. Clover sighs at him and cups his face to kiss him again, swiftly.

“See you tonight. Have a good day. I love you!” Clover smiles when they part. Qrow shakes his head fondly at the other man’s usual goodbye.

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too. Don’t get eaten by Grimm whilst I’m gone,” he replies, opening the door. Clover gives him one last salute before Qrow steps outside. His foot falls onto the floor and instead of the solid path he should feel underneath him, he feels… snow.

Qrow turns around and their house is gone, replaced by endless stretches of snow. His breathing rate has increased exponentially and when he looks back down at the snow, he sees droplets of red. There’s a whirring sound from the sky and he can hear a distant maniacal laugh that is disturbingly familiar.

It’s Tyrian’s laugh.

Harbinger is still in his hand but it’s coated in blood. He knows whose blood. Qrow doesn’t want to turn around when he hears footsteps and a thud behind him, followed by a pained groan.

He can’t just ignore him, though. He never would be able to.

Qrow lets Harbinger fall into the snow and then he is running- running towards Clover Ebi’s dying body. The blood contrasts so harshly with the pristine snow, staining it dark crimson. There’s so much of it- too much of it.

“Someone had to take the fall,” Clover says and Qrow knows he’s right but not him, not like this, never like this.

“James will take the fall. I’ll make sure of it,” is what he actually says. Clover’s looking at him with the same fond eyes he always has. In this timeline, Qrow never gets to ask what it means, only hope. It’s a futile hope now, anyway.

Clover struggles to smile and takes in a breath.

“Good luck,” he says softly, and they’re the last words Qrow will ever hear him say, and it’s the last breath Qrow will ever see him take, and it’s the last jolt of life Qrow will ever feel go through his body.

Clover Ebi’s eyes go dull right in front of Qrow’s own. Qrow doesn’t care about the Atlas ship approaching them. He screams and wails and cries over a friend he’d only just gotten to know, over the one piece of good luck that’s ever waltzed into his life, over a confidant and a crush and someone he thought he had finally met his match in.

He is broken again.

Qrow’s eyes snap open and the first thing he notices is the feeling of cold metal underneath his head. He’s still locked up in Atlas. He should probably do something about that- he promised Clover he would- but he still feels too numb.

The second thing Qrow notices is the feeling of cold metal underneath his fingers. A metal badge with a four-leaf clover engraved on it is digging into his hand so hard that it hurts. He clutches it tighter- it’s the only thing he has to remember Clover by.

Qrow thinks he might wear it. Maybe it can be his lucky charm now that his old one is gone. Dead.

It still feels a bit too soon, though. A bit too sore.

There’s no sound in the cell. Or anywhere. Qrow closes his eyes again. He’s still so tired.

Maybe, if he’s lucky for once, another dream will come his way. Maybe, if he’s as unlucky as usual, one will, anyway.

#fair game #fairgame #fairgameweek2020 #rwby #qrow x clover #clover ebi #qrow branwen #my writing #fanfic #my fanfic #fair game week #luck birds #clover x qrow

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youngster-monster · 5 years ago

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four leaf clover - lucky

Something explodes in the distance.

Razel reacts accordingly: he jumps to his feet, lifts his hand off the supplies he was rearranging, and says, “Didn’t do it!”

For once it’s more than a desperate attempt to avoid his supervisor’s wrath. Surely he’d have noticed if the crate of — he checks the label quickly — dehydrated fruit rations had exploded in his hands, and it sounded pretty distant anyway.

It turns out to be useless: no one is looking at him, accusingly or otherwise. All the other workers spur into action at the sound and Razel is left standing there like an idiot as they run around the docking bay, strapping crates of supplies to each other the way they do when they’re about to enter a planet’s atmosphere.

Another explosion, and this time the floor shakes under his feet. People yell in surprise, trying to hold the few unattached boxes in place before they fall on someone. Razel stumbles and almost collides with his supervisor, Lexi Kendall. She catches him by the sleeve of his shirt before he can hit the ground instead and shoves a gun in his hands.

“Make yourself useful,” she barks.

She strides away before she can see him fumble with the weapon. They both know he’s no good with guns, so he’s not sure why she gave him one.

Yet another explosion rocks the ship, loud enough to cover the sound of panic in the room. The lights turn red, alarms blaring. Through the chaos, a voice screams,

“Guard the doors!”

Razel looks down at the gun. Then up at the crowd of people rushing through the small hangar space. Back at the gun. He puts it down on a nearby crate. Better be unharmed than accidentally shoot someone — it’s happened before and he doesn’t fancy a repeat of that particular lecture. He replaces it with the crowbar he was using on the crates. Now that he can do something with.

Somewhere on the ship — above their heads, the mess hall maybe — there’s the sound of fighting, people running over metal floors. Silence falls on the room, or as silent as it can be with the alarms still screaming in their ears. Workers and guards shift uneasily, fingers tightening around their guns.

Then, as suddenly as they started, the alarms stop. It’s quiet enough to hear a pin drop… or the feet pounding outside the docking bay, coming to a stop on the other side of the door.

Razel takes a low stance, relaxes his shoulders and breathes out.

When the door is blown off its hinges, he’s ready.

Bullets rain over the singed gap left in the wall, but whoever was behind ducked for cover just in time. Kendall steps closer to the hole, her rifle held at the ready.

She collapses before she reaches it.

A second later enemies swarm the room, shooting down anyone who tries to fight back. They advance with ruthless efficiency but instead of uniforms they’re wearing mismatched pieces of armor, obviously stolen off other shipments, patched to hell and back.

Pirates. He’s never met those before! He’s a little excited, to be honest.

Razel jumps out of cover when one of the pirates walks by the pile of crates. He slams the crowbar into their head and grins when they collapse to the ground. A good kick sends their stun gun way out of reach and he moves to the next one.

It takes a second for the pirates to react. Whatever opposition they were expecting, a maniac with a crowbar wasn’t it. He gets a good few hits before they start shooting at him. He drops to the ground then, narrowly dodging a projectile. His slide takes him right into a pirates’ knees— and in the middle of the rest of them.

Think fast. Better: don’t think at all.

He throws the crowbar with all his might. It hits a pirate square in the chest — he was aiming for the head but alright. There’s a sound like something cracking, and he winces even as he scrambles back to his feet and jump over their fallen body. It didn’t sound pleasant.

Gunshot. Something collides with his back hard enough to send him back to the ground. He tries to cushion the fall with his hands but his body seizes up, muscles locking tight, and he hits the metal flooring face first. It hurts — might have broken his nose — but not as much as the burn of electricity through his veins.

Stun guns. Who would have thought.

He’s still seizing up by the time footsteps reach him, echoing sharply in the room, quiet again save for the faint moans of pain from the other paralyzed workers. The toe of a boot nudges him in the ribs before flipping him on his back with a light kick. He wrinkles his nose — the only protest he can muster in this state — and groans when it only makes the pain worse by jostling the possibly broken cartilage.

The pirate standing over him, a stun rifle held loosely against their chest, is the one they got in the chest. He thinks it’s a miracle they’re standing after that kind of blow before his eyes trail up to their face and he finds mechanical eyes staring back.

An exo. That explains it. Not much that can keep these down.

“Feisty, aren’t ya?” The exo says — a male, by the sound of it. He gives Razel something that might be a smile, internal light brightening as he opens his mouth slightly, and nudges him again. “A gun might have been more useful.”

The electrical jolts have calmed down enough that Razel can unlock his jaws enough to say, “Can’t shoot.”

The exo kneels next to him and drags him up into a sitting position, pulls his arms back and loops a long cord around his wrists. His voice sounds a little mocking when he speaks again, moving down to do the same thing to his ankles.

“And they hired you anyway?”

“They never told me I’d have to use a gun!” He pouts. “Not that I need one anyway.”

“You’ve got a good throwing arm on you, I can tell ya that much.”

Once satisfied with his knots the pirate steps away and to the center of the room, making a quick turn on himself to take a good look at the rest of Razel’s coworkers, all similarly tied-up. He clears his throat, if such a thing is necessary for robots.

“Good evening, good people of the Clovis Bray Corporation!” He makes a mock bow at them, opening his arms wide like a performer thanking the public after a play. His finger never leaves the trigger of his handcannon. “My name is Cayde-5, and my wonderful friends and I have decided to huh… appropriate the goods you are carrying. Stay calm, and we’ll be off before dinnertime!”

The rest of the pirates — most of them exos, he notices — don’t look half as friendly. Relaxed, yes, as they lean against walls and cargo crates, but the way they keep their guns pointed at the hostages doesn’t seem friendly to Razel. Their leader though… He’s fun. If he wasn’t holding him hostage, Razel thinks he’d like him.

It’s a little disheartening to see all his hard work organizing these crates goes to waste as the pirates start carrying them away to where one of their own is setting up a transmat zone. He sighs wistfully as they cart off the crates full of canned food. There are canned peaches in these that he’d kill for.

“Something on your mind, crowbar guy?”

He has to crane his neck to look Cayde-5 in the eyes from his position on the floor, and the movement isn’t made any more comfortable by the way his arms are tied behind his back. He manages a small shrug despite the tight bindings.

“It’s Razel, actually. And I guess I’m kinda bummed out,” he says. “If I’d known we were gonna get robbed, I’d have kept some of my candy stash for later. I was kind of resting all my hopes on those canned fruits.”

“Never put all your eggs in one basket,” Cayde-5 says wisely. “Sucks for those snacks though.”

He thinks about it for a second. “I have a chocolate bar left in my pocket actually,” he says, because he remembers shoving it there before Thomas could catch him in the act and steal it. “So it’s not too bad.”

There’s a second of quiet as both of them watch the pirates work. Finally Cayde says, “Gotta say I’m impressed, crowbar. You’re taking this really well.”

“Thanks! All the ships I get on end up getting robbed at some point so, you know, you get used to it.”

He can see Kendall glaring at him from behind the pirate’s back, probably because he’s chatting with the enemy, but it’ll be awhile before they’re done taking all their stuff so he might as well entertain myself. Cayde looks above his shoulder, and Razel thinks he somehow felt the weight of her glare on his neck, but he just calls out to one of his pirates instead.

“You heard that Mint? That guy survived… how many robberies was it?”

“Huh, I don’t know. About a dozen?”

“A dozen robberies Mint! How cool is that?”

One of the pirates stops, puts down the crate he was carrying and leans against it to reply to his boss. “Doesn’t sound all that cool for the one getting robbed though.”

“I know, but… dozen attacks, and he still has all his limbs! How lucky is that?”

Mint thinks about it for a second and concedes the point with a nod and an appreciative hum.

“It’s not so bad, after a while,” Razel feels the need to clarify. “I mean, once you’ve sat at gunpoint while someone took all your stuff once, it all starts to look the same, you know?”

“It is more fun when you’re the one doing the robbing,” Cayde agrees. He sits down on his heels and gives Razel a good hard look. He’s glad for it: his neck was starting to ache. “Tell you what, you give me that chocolate bar you’ve got squirreled away in one of these pockets and you can tag along, see how it looks from the other end of the robbery. How does that sound?”

A few pirates make noises of protest, though there’s not much energy in it, like they’re used to that kind of recruitment technique. Kendall yells something along the line of don’t you dare-

Razel them and takes a moment to think about it, really think about it. He looks at the pirates, who shakes their head at their captain’s antics and move on. He looks at Kendall, glaring daggers at the two of them, then at Cayde, who winks at him. He looks at the crate of fruit preserves.

“Okay,” he agrees. “But I call dibs on the canned peaches.”

“Deal.”

#writing #April Bouquet #destiny 2 #cayde-6 #my ocs #razel

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kats-randomology · 6 years ago

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Ship in the Night: Followup

Liu Hai grumbled under his breath as he slammed the bedroom door, and stormed toward the other end of the room where another door lied. Egotistical little goose, acting like he was saving him, when it was his fault to begin with.

He pushed the door open, finding a small but impressive bathroom covered in white marble. A black lined tub sat in the back, next to the sink, with several tiny bottles of soaps and hair care products lining the rim. Sighing, Liu Hai made his way over, undoing his robe as he went.

He hated Gladstone but he had a point; a bath was sorely needed after his days on the street. And he'd be lying if he said he didn't want it.

A few minutes later, he was submerged in a heated bath, a content sigh escaping him.

Hot water was a blessing he took for granted.

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What seemed like hours later, Liu Hai was wrapped in the large puffy towel, and cautiously opening the door. He peered out into the guest room, making sure Gladstone wasn't inside, and exited once he was certain. The boat was quiet, creaking as it rocked in the small waves.

He approached the bed, and noticed the folded white shirt that sat atop it. Well, at least Gander had remembered that; he himself had forgotten entirely about leaving his robe out for pickup.

Picking it up, he noticed the text on front, and read it over. A minute ticked by as he reread it, before scowling even more.

"I hate you, Gander..."

A few minutes later he was pulling the shirt on, frowning at it still. In bright green were the words 'Lucky Shirt with a four leaf clover beneath them. Surely Gladstone was making fun of him with this atrocity of a shirt.

A knock pulled him from his fuming, and Gladstone's voice called through the door.

"Hey Loo Loo, you decent?"

"Yes, and stop it with the infantile nicknames!"

"Nope," Gladstone snickered as he walked in, "just gonna have to get used to it. I have a whole list I never got to use for you. Anyway, I'm about to turn in, need anything else?"

"A less ridiculous shirt?"

"Yeeaah, sorry about that, it's the only spare shirt I was willing to chop up."

"Tch, whatever..."

"You know," Gladstone crossed his arms, irritation now becoming evident, "a thank you isn't gonna kill you."

Liu Hai snarled furiously.

"Thank you?! YOU did this! If you hadn't brought that duck into my house--!"

"The house you were holding me hostage in?!"

"Oh and you were so miserable?! I gave you the penthouse, anything you asked for, I treated you like a king!"

"Yeah, in hopes I'd give into Stockholm or something! Look you need to start showing me SOME gratitude, I didn't have to take you in! I could've left you on the streets!"

"SO WHY DIDN'T YOU?!"

"I ALREADY TOLD YOU!"

"Ah, yes, because I remind you if yourself-- so sweet, and complete garbage! What really made you do it?! What do you want from me?!"

"I don't WANT anything from you--other than a please and thank you every now and then-- I just wanted to help you!"

"Yes, sure, that's all."

"Look if you don't believe me, that's your problem! I just thought I'd be the bigger man and lend you a hand but if you're gonna be a brat the entire time then don't expect me to be any better!"

"I know what you mortals are like, you ALWAYS want something from me! Nothing ever changes here!"

"All I WANT is you showing me some gratitude! And MAYBE you learning to be a decent person or something, I dunno! But maybe I was overestimating you, maybe you're just stuck like this forever! I just thought maybe if I could I help YOU then I'd--!"

He stopped, beak snapping shut; Liu Hai's puzzled frown grew more angry as the silence stretched into a minute, before Gladstone abruptly turned away.

"Look, do whatever you want. Believe me, don't believe me. I don't care. Goodnight."

He slammed the door behind him, leaving the small god to himself. Liu Hai scoffed, and returned to the bedside.

As if Gladstone had any right to be upset, when he'd done THIS to him.

If anyone should be upset it's me! He thinks he's some high and mighty rescuer, thinks I can't see his game. He wants something, I know he does...

He climbed onto the bed, and a quick observation showed him only one thin sheet. Curses, he should've demanded a thicker blanket before telling him off....

No matter, one night won't be hard. I'm dried off enough, and it's not too cold out....

He slid under it, and found fatigue quickly quieting his fuming thoughts and pulling him into slumber...

He came to sometime later, he wasn't sure how long.

Everything was a blurry, mixed mess of colors and shapes. Nothing made sense and he couldn't form a coherent thought except one.

Cold.

He was so very cold. He couldn't do cold, not for long. He needed warmth.

He curled tighter under the thin sheet, but it didn't offer any more warmth than he currently had. He needed something more, something warmer...

His eyes cracked open again, met with shades of blue and grey. Nothing warm enough in here...looking up though, a blot of orange suddenly came into view. It was mixed with the blue around it, obviously behind several walls, but it wasn't very far...

He crawled forward, vision swimming with the various signatures and verging on darkness once more. He had to get to the warm object, fast, faster.

The bed abruptly vanished beneath him as he tipped forward, landing on the floor with a thud and a soft moan. He forced himself back up though, and stumbled forward, toward the orange blot. He found a door, and fumbled with the handle before finally managing to push it open. The floor was cold, like tiles...he didn't like it, he needed to move faster, get off of it, get away from it--

He grunted, colliding with another wall; feeling his way through, he found another door, and pulled it open. The orange was brighter now, he'd found it...but it was up so high. He wasn't sure he could manage that climb, but...he'd freeze if he didn't. Grabbing fistfuls of fabric, he pulled himself upward, clambering onto the soft form, it felt like another bed, but was far more plush than the guest one he'd had...

Already he was warmer. He'd be okay now, he just had to stay here until...

With the added warmth and comfort, he'd barely curled up before slipping off again, losing himself to the call of slumber...

Gladstone started when he heard a soft, distant thud. He lay there for a moment, listening, but heard nothing else. Must've been the wind...

Then he heard the door to his room connecting the bathroom open. He lay still, as soft footfalls came closer...though, they were clumsy and uncoordinated by the sounds of it. Then he felt something climbing its way onto the down feather bed, softly grunting.

Moments later, a small form suddenly dropped beside him, pressing against his back. He jumped, and quickly sat up as he jerked the blanket back.

"...Toad? What're you doing...?!"

Liu Hai didn't answer, only curled into a tight ball as he pressed harder against his side. Gladstone quirked a brow at this; hours ago, Toad wanted almost nothing to do with him. Now he was suddenly camping out in his bed? What in the world was he...?

He paused, becoming aware of the soft tremors wracking the smaller one's form. He was shaking terribly, like he was cold...

"Toad? Hey...Liu Hai, can you hear me...?"

He carefully shook him, and Liu Hai did stir somewhat, eyes struggling to open. His eyes...they had an odd glow to them now, a dim yellow color, and they didn't seem to really see him, he noticed...

"....Toad, you okay? What's wrong?"

"...mmm.....cold......need warm...."

He sounded drunk, his words muffled and slurring together. Gladstone didn't get anymore out of him before he passed out again, eyes slipping shut. He watched him for several minutes, confused and uncertain what to do.

How was he so cold? Sure it wasn't exactly a summer vacation but it wasn't a winter wonderland either. Toad shouldn't be THAT cold---

.....toad. He was a toad. Toads were cold blooded, of COURSE he was struggling. He'd just had a bath, only had a trimmed shirt and thin sheet as cover, not to mention they were on a boat, at night. It was a recipe for standard fall weather for him, but for a cold blooded being like Liu Hai....

"...dang it, Toadster, why didn't you say anything? I could've gotten you extra blankets or something."

Of course he got no answer, Liu Hai was too far gone at this point. He was snoring quietly, the trembling had lessened somewhat, but was still noticeable. He was almost....cute.

Gladstone sighed, and eased himself back down.

"Alright, just for tonight..."

He'd figure it out tomorrow, when Liu Hai was a little more mentally present. He didn't know how to take care of anything cold blooded, he was going to need intel--

He jumped again when Liu Hai suddenly moved closer, pressed against his chest, mumbling incoherently in his sleep. He was almost cat like in his pursuit for warmth, pushing closer even when there was nowhere left to go. Eventually, he settled for simply tucking himself beneath his beak, and ceased moving.

"Oookay this is getting a little weird, just gonna go to sleep now..."

The sooner he went to sleep, the sooner he'd wake up and get out of this moment. The morning was going to be an interesting conversation...

#gladstone gander #toad liu hai #kid hai au #ducktales #fanfiction #ducktales 2017 #subtitled: toad is a brat whi cant communicate his problems well #ducktales fanfiction #ship in the night

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winchesterxxi · 6 years ago

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Birthday Boy (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: To celebrate Peter turning seventeen Tony arranges for you (his daughter) and Peter to go spend a few days in Washington. Even tho you are quite happy to spend a few days with him, the only reason your father allowed you to go was so that you could keep an eye on Peter, despite you being the same age as him.

A/N: Our boy turned 17 some time ago and only now did I have time to publish this piece. The group are supposed to spend a weekend there but on this imagine I have only written the Friday night part... Would you be interested in two more parts, each one about the two other days?! Let me know!

Word Count: 1099

Warnings: Nein?

Request are OPEN / Ships are OPEN

“I’m really glad you’re letting Y/N come with me Mr. Stark! She’s like a four leaf clover! Hard to find, lucky to have!”

“Yeah, and some people are like clouds. When they go away, it's a brighter day. But what do you mean have?”

“No! Not like that! Not that she’s not an amazing person or anything like that but I didn’t mean that I have her per say in any romantically-implied way and I am sorry if that came across like that because really I don’t feel that way Mr. Stark! She’s really amazing and sweet so I think she probably takes it from Mrs. Potts not that you are not--”

“Maybe we should get going!” you blurt out interrupting the rambling that would probably get Peter in trouble “Right, dad? We both know how Happy gets when he has to drive at night and none of us wants to deal with that so let’s get going while it’s still daytime! It’s a 4 hour drive and we don't wanna get late!”

“Kid, if something happens to my daughter you might not want to stay in the country.” Tony warns while pointing an accusatory finger at Peter.

“Yes Mr. Stark! Nothing will happen to her! Promise!” he said pretty quickly still intimidated by your father’s authority. Or rather, self-established authority.

“Dad, it’s only a weekend.” sighing you pick up your coat and backpack walking closer to where your father was standing

“Yes, and ebola was only a disease and look what happened.” he answered bringing his right hand up to the back of your head so that he could kiss your forehead for a few seconds, causing you to close your eyes

“You’re seriously not comparing Peter to a deadly disease” you murmur still with your eyes closed

“Ah ah ah!” your father pushed you lightly away by one shoulder forcing you to face him, while his free hand wiggled in front of your face. “Deadly when not taken the necessary precautions! And that means not having a responsible adult or you looking after him.”

“You just called yourself a responsible adult?!” You questioned in a mocking tone.

“Just get out the door!”

Laughing away his answer, you say your final goodbyes before entering the elevator that took you right to the parking lot where Happy was waiting inside the car with Peter by his side, rambling away. Carefully, you place your bags in the trunk right before shutting it close and entering the car.

“If something happens, not saying that it will, you will help me cover it up, right, Mr. Hogan?! I mean, you wouldn’t let Mr. Stark get mad at me right?!”

“Kid, for all I care, he could turn you into a Sunday lunch roast and I would gladly eat it. If that means that I keep my job or that you pay for any harm done to Y/N I’ll even cook the roast myself.”

Peter looked appalled and silently exited the shotgun seat to come seat next to you still a little bit... shook.

“Happy, stop you’re scaring him!” you request him trying not to laugh at the conversation you had just witnessed. Turning to Peter you try to calm and reassure him “He doesn’t mean it.”

“Oh I sure do!” you hear from the driver’s seat.

“Happy! Let’s just get on the road, shall we?”

4 and a half hours later...

Plopping heavily down on your bed while Peter closed the hotel door,you let out an audible groan before murmuring against the soft cushions.

“This bed is so comfy... I could sleep right here and now.”

While were exhausted of so many hours on the road, Peter (as usual) seemed to have drunk a whole Red Bull because right as he carefully placed away his bags he jumped right on the bed. After a few moments of happy and energized jumping and you almost drifting away you hear his voice behind and above you, as you were facing the opposite side of the room.

“I’m sick of Mr. Stark treating me like a kid!”

You wearily turn your head so that you’re facing him putting on your best confused face.

“What do you mean?”

“You know very well that the only reason he agreed to let you come with me was so that you would look after me.” he replied with an emphasis on those two words that made him feel like a kid that needed to be babysit.

“Peter, I am the same age as you, how could I possibly exerce any authority over you?! I am just here to have fun you my friend.”

“See, that’s the thing. You are only 2 weeks older than me but somehow it always seems as if you have had more years of life experience that most adults I know. You are so responsible! How can you do it?!”

“Okay...maybe I was sent here to take care of you. BUT I also came here to have fun! The initial plan was supposed to be only you and Jacob but my dad couldn’t bare the idea of two teenage boys in the prime of their hormonal stage wandering around in a far away city! And Jacob is still coming!”

“When does he arrive?

“Well he might be here any minute now!”

“But why didn’t he come in the car with us?! We could’ve picked him up!”

“I may or may not have pulled some strings and persuaded my dad to agree on getting him here using one of his suits...”

“ARE YOU CRAZY? Its Jacob we’re talking about!”

“CALM DOWN! I am the responsible one here, remember? Its on cruise mode. He doesn’t have nor can he do anything to mess with the suit. He is just being transported here.”

And as if on cue you hear a loud engine on the outside of your room, revealing itself to be the sound of the thrusters on the Iron-suit that opened his mask to reveal an ecstatic Jacob.

“Y/N YOUR FATHER IS THE BEST, THIS IS THE BEST THING THAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME IN MY LIFE.”

The rest of the suit opened up, allowing Jacob to climb in through your window, balancing himself before jumping inside.

“Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y.” you say looking at the suit, before it closed itself up again, standing back from the window only to deliver one last message in it’s robotic voice before flying away.

“You’re welcome Ms. Stark! Before, I go Mr. Stark has requested me to remind you all to sleep in separate beds, and if possible, separe rooms.”

“Dad!”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #reader insert #tom Holland x reader #spiderman #spiderman imagine #marvel #mcu #marvel imagine #Winchesterxxi #fanfic #imagine

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stacks-reviews · 7 years ago

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Must Reads Special #3

Grab your favorite comfort food and an extra box of tissues. It’s time for another special edition of Must Reads. This months episode: Tears Part 1 Some of my favorite moments that will always make me cry.

--Cowboy Bebop “The futuristic misadventures and tragedies of an easygoing bounty hunter and his partners.”

Episode 24: “Hard Luck Woman” Faye comes across an elderly woman who knew her when she was younger which triggers some of her memories to return. Back at the Bebop, Ed runs into her absentee father and the rest of Faye’s memories return. As Faye leaves to find her home, she tells Ed that belonging somewhere is the best. Which prompts Ed to leave as Ein follows. Spray painting bye-bye on the ship before she leaves. As Spike and Jet eat the eggs that they had split for everyone we see Faye excitedly run up to her old home only to find nothing but ruins. She draws where her bed was and lays down.

It’s sad enough to see the Bebop crew split up like this but with “Call Me” playing in the background, it makes this scene all the more heart breaking.

Episode 18: “Speak Like A Child” Our first look into Faye’s past through a mysterious package that turns out to be a tape that she sent to herself as a child. All other music and sounds stop, except for a quiet piano in the background. As the crew looks on, Faye spying from the door, it starts of easily enough. A glimpse into what was. But what rips out my heart every time is the cheer Faye gives to herself. Faye doesn’t remember making the tape or who she was and was like. So although young Faye is telling herself not to lose, to keep trying, adult Faye has already lost (at least in terms of memory).

Young Faye: “Good morning, me. Did you sleep well? Did you wake up feeling good? Did the light, and the wind, and the smell, and the sound, all seem like they’re brand new and fresh this morning? Is each and every cell in your whole body awake and alive now? Today, you are who you are today. See? You’re still me, but you’re a newer version.…Myself ten years from now. It’s so far away; it’s almost impossible to imagine. Am I alone or is there a wonderful person next to me? Knowing me I’m sure you’re causing all kinds of trouble for lots of different people. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to, but it’s all right. That’s part of life too, isn’t it? You’re not perfect but you’ve got a lot to give, so remember: I’ll always be cheering you on. And now a big cheer from my heart. Let’s...go...me, alright! Do your best! Do your best! Don’t lose me! Let’s go, don’t lose, don’t lose me! Do your best! Do your best! Me, me, me! Don’t lose, don’t lose! Me, me, me! Go me! In your time I'm no longer here, but I am here today, and I'll always be cheering for you, right here. Cheering for you- my only self.”

--Futurama “The adventures of a late-20th-century New York City pizza delivery boy, Phili J. Fry, who, after being unwittingly cryogenically frozen for one thousand years, finds employment at Planet Express, an interplanetary delivery company in the retro-futuristic 31st century.”

Episode 2: “The Series Has Landed” Fry, Leela, Bender, and Amy head to the moon to deliver their first package as a delivery crew. The scene that makes me tear up; in more of a bitter sweet kind of feeling instead of downright sad, is when Fry and Leela are on the dark side of the moon in the Apollo 11 lander. Then this moment happens:

Fry: “Look, Leela. I’m sorry. I never should have dragged you out here.” Leela: “That’s right, you shouldn’t have. I still don’t get what the big attraction is.” Fry: “I never told anybody this, but a thousand years ago I used to look up at the moon and dream about being an astronaut. I just didn’t have the grades, or the physical endurance. Plus I threw up a lot, and nobody liked spending a week with me.” Leela: “A week would be a little much.” Fry: “The moon was like this awesome, romantic, mysterious thing, hanging up there in the sky where you could never reach it, no matter how much you wanted to. But you’re right. Once you’re actually here, it’s just a big, dull rock. I guess I just wanted you to see it through my eyes, the way I used to.” Leela: “Fry, look. It really is beautiful. I don’t know why I never noticed it before.”

It was the first scene that showed me that this show was going to be much more than a silly comedy. It would have moments like these where it becomes something beautiful.

Episode 137: “Game of Tones” A strange ship is heading toward Earth emitting four loud notes that start to cause structural damage on the planet. Fry seems to recognize the melody so they put him to sleep to explore his memories of the day he was frozen to find what was causing the melody.

I haven’t seen this episode as much as the others on my list today but I do remember the ending. As a thank you for helping save the world again Nibbler helps transport Fry to his mothers dream so he could speak to her. She mentions that she dreamed about him a lot since his disappearance and asks what he wanted to speak about. Speechless, he just hugs her and back in the year 2000 his mother wakes from her dream to Fry’s picture on her nightstand, smiles, and peacefully falls back to sleep.

Episode 56: “Leela’s Homeworld” Leela learns the truth about where she is from. She is not the only cyclops alien in existence, she is a mutant and her parents gave her up so she could have a better life on the surface. At first she believes that the two mutants killed her real parents and almost kills them when they said they did. Then Fry shows up with the note that was left with Leela when she was given away saying it was written on paper commonly used in the sewers. After the reveal Leela says that they are her parents, they embrace and everyone cries. Even Bender gives out a little aww. But what really kicks you in the feels is the montage that follows, showcasing all the ways that Leela’s family secretly looked after throughout her life. Catching her before she could fall down some stairs, leaving her cookies while she worked on homework, giving her birthday presents, and even covering her up with a blanket to this day while she slept.

Episode 36: The Luck of the Fryrish After a string of bad luck Fry wishes he had his old seven-leaf clover; that helps him beat his older brother at everything, and with the help of Leela and Bender they travel to the ruins of Old New York to see if they can find it. Amazingly his house is still there but the clover is gone and after finding a statue that looks like his brother, Yancy, with the inscription, “Philip J. Fry The Original Martian, he concludes that his brother must have stolen it and his dream to be the first person on Mars. Fry finds out where his brother is buried and decides to do a little grave-robbing to get his clover back. The episode jumps between Fry’s past and his current time. Mainly focusing on his relationship with his older brother. Showing how Yancy wanted to be named Philip and kept copying Fry.

Once they arrive at the grave Fry knocks off the moss that had covered the graves inscription. It then jumps to his older brother discussing what to name his newborn son with his wife:

Yancy: “Daddy has a present for you today. Do you know what it is? It’s a lucky clover that can help you be successful whatever you do. Even break dancing. And it once belonged to someone very special.” His wife: “I know what name you want to give him, Yancy. It’s okay.” Yancy: Really? Son, I’m naming you Philip J. Fry in honor of my little brother, who I miss every day. I love you Philip (sniff) and I always will.”

Fry (reading the inscription): “Here lies Philip J. Fry, named for his uncle, to carry on his spirit.”

The episode packs quite a punch. We spend the majority of the episode under the idea that Yancy didn’t care for Fry much. He wanted to be the one named Philip, he wanted to steal the clover, he kept copying his brother’s style, and appears to have taken over Fry’s life. And through Fry’s frustrations, we don’t care much for Yancy in the beginning. But upon later reflection we realize that Yancy actually admired and loved Fry a lot and wanted to be more like him. And I think Fry spends most of his life thinking that his brother may not have liked him and here he has irrevocable proof that his brother loved him.

Episode 61: Jurassic Bark At a fair about the 21st century Fry finds his old dog, Seymour, fossilized. With the Professor’s help they plan to clone Seymour but Bender becomes jealous and throws Seymour into lava. But realizing that Fry could love an ‘inferior creature’ and wasn’t trying to annoy him jumps into the lava to rescue Seymour before he melts. As they begin to extract Seymour’s DNA it is revealed that Seymour died at 15, 12 years after Fry was frozen, and Fry has them stop the cloning. When this happens:

Bender: “Fry, what’s wrong?” Fry: “Think about it: Seymour lived a full life after I was gone...He probably even added new songs to his repertoire.” Bender: “But that’s a good thing. “Walkin’ On Sunshine” sucks noodles.” Fry: “I had Seymour ‘till he was three. That’s when I knew him, and that’s when I loved him...I’ll never forget him...But he forgot me a long, long time ago...”

After giving Seymour one last affectionate pat goodbye it cuts to show that Seymour spent twelve years outside Panucci’s Pizza waiting for Fry to return (while ”I Will Wait for You” plays in the background). Until one day he laid down and closed his eyes.

Kills me every time. Fry thought Seymour happily moved on but he dutifully stayed there and waited for his return.

--Gattaca Gattaca is my favorite movie. And I have a lot of contenders for that position. But when it comes down to it and when I really stop and think about it, Gattaca is the first that comes to mind. I’ve looked up and thought about many of the quotes from it.

In a futuristic setting (though the present gets closer and closer to it everyday) people are born through eugenics. Born to be the best of both parts of their parents DNA. Those born in a more natural was are known as “God-child” and are discriminated against.

Vincent: “I belonged to a new underclass, no longer determined by social status or the color of your skin. No, we know have discrimination down to a science.”

Vincent is one such God-child who dreams of going to space but no one is willing to hire him due to having a high possibility of getting sick and having an estimated life span of only 30.2 years. But with the help of a genetic donor he switches places with one Jerome Eugene Marrow, a former professional swimmer who was injured in a car accident. Posing as Eugene, the fake Eugene gets a job at Gattaca and will be heading to Titan as a navigator. But a murder occurs at Gattaca and almost gets him found out when an eyelash of his real DNA is found near the scene. After evading police and the real murderer being found fake Eugene is all set to go to Titan. Only to find a new security DNA check before loading. Not having any extra samples of real Eugene, fake Eugene is found out by the doctor that has always done the DNA tests. And has known about Eugene posing as someone else for a long time. He then joins the rest of the crew and is last scene heading off to Titan.

I love this movie for various reasons and I might someday do a whole breakdown of why. But for now, why it makes me cry. It is the ending. As he says his last line:

Vincent (as Eugene): “For someone who was never meant for this world, I must confess, I’m suddenly having a hard time leaving it. Of course, they say every atom in our bodies was once a part of a star. Maybe I'm not leaving; maybe I'm going home.”

I tear up every time. The first time I don’t think I even knew why because I didn’t grasp the full film. That took a second viewing and a little research. There is the argument of how far are we willing to take science, there’s the issue on prejudice, and how limiting creating people in such a way can slow progress and ultimately affect our lives. How we would stop pushing ourselves. But for now let’s just leave it as an example of the underdog proving everyone wrong and rising to a position that no one believed they could make it to.

Anton: “Vincent! How are you doing this Vincent? How have you done any of this? We have to go back.” Vincent: “It’s too late for that. We’re closer to the other side.” Anton: “What other side? You wanna drown us both?” Vincent: “You wanna know how I did it? This is how I did it Anton: I never saved anything for the swim back.”

And then there’s this moment with his love interest, Irene:

Vincent: “My name is Vincent, all right? Vincent Anton Freeman, and I'm a "faith birth" or a "de-gene-erate", whatever you want to call it; but I am NOT a murderer!” Irene: “You're a "God-child"?” Vincent: “But we do have one thing in common, only I don't have twenty or thirty years left in mine. Mine is already ten thousand beats overdue.” Irene: “It's not possible.” Vincent: “You are the authority on what is not possible, aren't you Irene? They've got you looking for any flaw, that after a while that's all you see. For what it's worth, I'm here to tell you that it is possible. It is possible.”

--The Possibility of Fireflies by Dominique Paul “It’s 1987 and fourteen-year-old Ellie Roma doesn’t have much of a family. She lives with her mother, who has taken a break from parenting; and her older sister, Gwen, who is on her way to becoming a juvenile delinquent. Her father left them to start a new life. So Ellie spends a lot of time alone, especially at night, when all she has to keep her company are the fireflies that flicker in the summer air. Then one day a mysterious stranger enters her dark world. He is Leo, twenty-one, who is on his way to Hollywood to become a rock star. Ellie and Leo connect instantly, and Ellie hopes Leo will be the one to rescue her from her unhappy life. But instead, Leo teaches Ellie that no one can save you. You have to go after what you want. So one night - one terrible, frightening night - that’s exactly what Ellie decides to do.”

I loved this book. I read it at least three or four times when I was in middle school. Partly it was because I could relate to Ellie really well. My parents got divorced when I was nine and although I didn’t have abusive parents, the woman my dad got remarried to did do a lot of emotional and mental abuse to my older sister and myself. And those first several years of the divorce it was pretty rough. I’ve blocked a lot of it out and I try my best not to think about it but every now and then those memories like to attack. Due to the strong connection I felt toward Ellie and my own history, I have cried every time I have read this book.

Why it makes me cry. There are plenty of sad moments throughout this book but what makes me cry every time is the ending. Near the end Ellie’s older sister decides to run away with her friend. Ellie doesn’t really want to stay there with her mother alone so she runs across the street and asks to leave with her new neighbor friend. Who turns down her offer but does give her a ride and some money to get on a bus. She decides to go to her dads house and thinks of everything they’ll do together. But when she arrives no one is home and there aren’t even any fireflies for her to watch. As she starts to wonder if he even still lives there and would even want to see her, a car pulls up. It is her father and he leads her inside and shows her a bed (or was it a couch? It’s been a while since I last read it) so she can get some sleep. He tells her goodnight and leaves a house key for her on the table.

--Yu Yu Hakusho “From cutting classes to brawling in the streets, Yusuke Urameshi is not your typical role model. In fact, this kid's nothing more than a fourteen-year-old delinquent with a talent for trouble. But in a single selfless act Yusuke dies while saving another. For such noble sacrifice he is given a second chance at life, but it's to be a life far different than the one left behind. Now a Spirit Detective, the young man must track down demons and humans alike who desire to rule over the three realms of reality.”

Episode 1: “Surprised to be Dead” Yusuke’s funeral. The first time I saw Yu Yu Hakusho was during my early anime years. So I was very unprepared for someone to actually die in their show. No other anime I was watching at the time had any deaths yet, least of all it the main character.

If you’ve never seen this classic series Yusuke is a delinquent. He skips school, starts fights, all that. And yet he stops to save a child who was almost hit by a car and dies in the process. The shinigami who breaks the news to him, Botan, takes him to his funeral. Yusuke expects to see everyone laughing and being glad that he’s dead. Including his mother, his rival, classmates. Only to find his mother and his childhood friend, Keiko, crying. Then comes in his rival, his principal, and the boy he saved. And then I’m an emotional wreck.

Komada: "Come on, let's go back! This isn't right!" Kuwabara: “Shut up! Let go of me, wouldja?" Yusuke (floating over everyone’s heads): “What? Kuwabara [his rival]?!” Kuwabara (enters Yusuke’s apartment): "Damn you! You think you can just back out 'cause you're scared!" Okubo: "Kuwabara, this place is for mourning!" Kuwabara: "I'm not gonna leave! Not until he comes out here and lets me fight him!" Okubo: “He can’t do that!” Kuwabara: "I'm gonna beat you down, you punk! You hear me? Who do you think you are, huh? Dirty punk! Who am I gonna fight now? Who am I gonna fight?" Okubo: “He’s gone!” Kuwabara: “No! You’re supposed to be here...for me.” [and thus this bromance was born]

Takenaka: "At first I was so surprised, Yusuke...to hear you'd saved a kid at the cost of your own life. You've always acted more selfishly than that. Darn. Yusuke, I don't know why I don't feel like speaking well of you. [begins to cry] Why didn't you stay? You could have made something great out of yourself!"

Little Boy (the one Yusuke saved): "Mommy, do you think it'd be okay if I played with that boy tomorrow, if I'm good?" Mother: "No, son." Little Boy: "I know some people sounded angry at him, but he's really nice. He made really funny faces at me too, and he got me my ball! I don't know why those people were crying like that. It was probably because they wanted to play with him, too."

I think this was the first anime that ever made me cry. Yusuke thinks everyone hates him, would probably be better off if he wasn’t around, and then finds out that isn’t the case (a bit of It’s a Wonderful Life moment). It was a very sad scene and gets me every time.

#must read #must watch #books #Book Recommendations #anime #manga #cowboy bebop #futurama #Gattaca #yu yu hakusho #yusuke urameshi #the possibilities of fireflies #dominique paul #it's gonna make you cry

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sassysweetstories · 8 years ago

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Empress Part 3

Summary: You’re apart of the 100. You’re very bad-ass and don’t take shit from no-one. However, the longer you’re on earth, the more complicated things become.

Ship: Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader, Dimitri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff, a wee bit of smut, etc.

Tagging: @kiralivelove @thalia-prior-of-ravenclaw @anamcg317 @bellasett @queentiffanyyy @archer-whovian-violinist @beingmadinwonderland @princessisabelle19

Your P.O.V

When I came back from Dimitri’s, I felt different, more relaxed; happy. There was some sort of giddiness bubbling up from inside of me. A feeling I wasn’t accustomed to. Not only was there an inner change but there was an outer. Clarke eyed me as we finished stacking supplies. “What’s got you so happy?” I look at her with a innocent expression, shrugging. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Why?” She smirked, sitting on the operating table, her legs swinging from below. “Liar. Who do you have the hots for?” I scoff, rolling my eyes. That might be one of the weirdest ways of wording attraction towards another individual. “I do not have the ‘hots’ for anyone.” She takes a bottle from me, tauntingly. “Tell me.” Because of my height, I tower over her, grabbing the bottle before smiling back down at her.

“There is no one.” All of a sudden, a small voice called from behind us. “Excuse me, Miss.” Trevor, a boy about a year or two younger than me walked in, not making eye contact with either one of us, hides in the corner. I glance down at his bloody hand, rolling my eyes. Trevor had been in a few times throughout this week. “Go sit on the chair.” I say, and he practically runs over to it, almost falling over on the way. Clark nudges me with a smirk. “Looks like you’ve got a admirer.” I glare and internally groan. After patching him up, I grip his hand, not painfully tight but hard enough that there was pressure in that area. “I’m switching your job. We can’t have you in here if you’re gonna get hurt all the time. Come back tomorrow so we can re-bandage it.”

Trevor nods, shyly before shuffling down the conveyor belt and out of the drop-ship. I shake my head, washing my hands before I pulled out the liquor bottle and two shot glasses, motioning for Clarke to sit. She does, smiling. “Seems as though he’s been finding reasons to come here.” Clarke says as she drinks. I shake my head again, propping my legs up and onto the table. “I figured. That’s a horribly dark way of grabbing someone’s attention.” She smiles again. “(Y/n) and Trevor, sitting in a tree-” I take the rest of the liquor form her, laughing as she pouted. “Shut up, and I’ll give you the bottle.”

Almost immediately, she’s quiet. I pour her another shot, grinning. I was the only one who saw this playful side of her. She didn’t open up to anyone, I being the lucky few that saw her this way. All of a sudden, a large bumbling mass tore open the tarp and came in. Bellamy. I was about to roll my eyes at his presence but didn’t when I noticed the look of pure desperation on his face. “Have either of you seen Octavia?” I was about to say that I had but in all honesty, I hadn’t. “No.” Clarke muttered, glancing back at me curiously as I shook my head. He sighed, voice shakey, almost scared. I stand up, giving him a determined expression. “We’ll find her.”

He nodded, looking between the two of us with hope in his eyes. “Thank you.” Bellamy manages to spew out some sort of gratitude. He both grateful and oddly uncomfortable. We search the camp and found no traces of Octavia. I persuaded Clarke stay and watch over the camp. She was one of the few that I could trust. Jasper and Finn follow Bellamy and I into the forest. I rested my hand on Bellamy’s shoulder, making sure we are far enough away from the other two before saying. “We’ll find her. I’m gonna go this way. I’ll meet you all back here-” Blake opened his mouth to detest but I spoke first. “I’ll be fine. Not that you care but I know where I’m going.”

And with that, I stalked off towards the one person who would know what was happening. Dimitri. He must know something about this. I wonder if he knew or possibly did this? No, he wouldn’t do that. At least, I don’t think he would. I turn over my shoulder to make sure nobody is following me. All clear. However, as I got closer to Dimitri’s and I secret hide-out, my mind started to second guess everything. What if he was using me? What if it was all a lie? What if, the first time I open up to someone, they fuck me over? It wouldn’t be the first time.. It’s been a long time since I got to truly open up to anyone about anything. The thought of crawling back into my shell cared me.

I creep into the small cave, quieter than a mouse. Dimitri sits at his desk, his body hunched over in concentration. I lean against the wall, observing him for a minute. Though, at this angle of him, he didn’t look like a killer. He didn’t look like the grounders we continue to be petrified of. He looked like a small boy withholding more stress than he can bare. Dimitri didn’t sport his usual long wool, instead, he wore more simple attire. Similar to what I first saw him in. His hair had grown a little longer than before, the blonde toughs in a disarray. It was very sexy. A few seconds passed by before I realized I was staring too longer. I coughed, clearing my throat to grab his attention.

He grabs the nearest weapon towards him, pushing me against the wall. When Dimitri finally recognizes me, he puts the weapon away, his body relaxing. I could have sworn he flushed in embarrassment. I continue to lean against the cold wall, smirking up at him. “What are you working on?” Acknowledging the booklet that he was quite focused on prior to my entrance. The table was in a disarray, books and paper all over the table. He rushes over to it, putting his jacket on them to cover them up from my gaze before leaning against it, awkwardly. “Nothing- it’s not- nope- nothing at all-”

I smirk at his adorableness. All of a sudden, I remember why I came here in the first place and my smile left almost immediately. There were many things I liked about Dimitri. One of which, was the fact that he could read me so well. He noticed my drastic mood change, wrapping his hands around my face. “What is bothering you, princessa?” I can’t help but smile at the nickname before explaining warily. “A friend of mine, Octavia, is missing. I believe she was taken.” His eyes went wide in shock as I continued. “Tell me you hadn’t anything too do with this?” Dimitri shook his head, his golden blond hair tousling as he does. “No, princessa. I had nothing to do with this-” He paused before continuing. “There are other factions, clans. I different clan member must have taken you friend.”

I nod, understandingly. He wrapped his long calloused hands around my waist, pulling me into a tight hug. When he lets go of me, Dimitri takes his hand in my face. “We will find your friend. I’ll see whom I can talk to, to help.” I place my hands over his, smiling. “Thank you, Dimitri.” I didn’t realize the closeness of our faces until now. He brought my face closer to his, our foreheads touching. As our lips were about a touch, when a voice shouted from outside the cave. “(Y/N)?” Finn. Oh shit. I pull away from Dimitri at lightning speed, pushing him behind me as I left the cave. Finn stood outside, eyeing me suspiciously. “You okay, (Y/n)?” I nodded, bringing back my demeanor. “I looked in that cave, nothing. Just a bunch of dirt. How ‘bout you? What’d you find?” He looks back at me and then the cave with unease.

I scoff, rolling my eyes. “Don’t trust me? Go on, then. I would love to see your face when you see that I’m not lying.” Immediately, he stops being warily, shrugging at my previous question. “Nothing so far. Let’s go find Bellamy and Jasper. They shouldn’t be far.” I nod, reluctant to leave Dimitri after what was about to happen. So, in that moment, I take a risk. I go back and finish what we both started.

Dimitri’s P.O.V

I lean against the cold rocks, sighing in relief as (Y/n) distracts her friend. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath in and out. Apart of me was sadden that I couldn’t kiss her. Though I know I shouldn’t be, I was beginning to crush on her. I let out a defeated frustrated sigh as I listened to their conversation. I could have sworn I heard (Y/n)’s steps as she left my place; our place. “Dammit.” I mutter angrily. And then, in that moment, it was as if the wish in my head was granted. (Y/n) came swooping in from around the corner. Before I could ask her what she was doing back here, the risk she was taking, she grabbed the collar of my neck and slammed her moist lips into mine, needy.

Almost immediately, I kissed back with just as much passion, grabbing her waist to pull her closer into me. Our lips seemed to blend and mold together in perfect harmony. When she pulls away, I’m breathless and flustered with swollen lips. As was she, and before I could say anything, she seemed to vanished into the night, leaving me there in the cold cave alone. “Wow..” I caught myself grinning from ear to ear. Running my finger-tips against my lips, I press them together, my lips tasting like hers. After waiting for a little while, I head back to my village, a smile on my face. God, the things that woman did to me.

Your P.O.V

I follow Finn, a smile working its way up onto my face. Hiding it was become more and more difficult. “Are you okay? I could have sworn I saw you smile?” I scoff, hiding my feelings with a scowl. “Me? Smile? Finn, you have a better chance at finding a unicorn play checkers with a leprechaun while they eat four-leaf clovers than seeing me smile.” He laughs, shaking his head back and forth. Before I know it, we run directly into them. Bellamy eyes me up and down with suspicion before looking back at Finn. “Come on, we found a cave around the corner.” I nod respectfully to Jasper before walking into the cave after Bellamy.

He continued to look back at me, from my lips to my eyes. And, for some odd reason, I felt a sense of guilt wash over me. But why? I didn’t like Bellamy, nor did he like me? I liked Dimitri. Holy shit! I like Dimitri! I shake my head, trying to focus. As we turned the corner of the cave, we saw Octavia cowered with a pipe in the corner. Immediately, Bellamy ran and embraced his sister. Jasper pushed past us to hug her too. Before I could move or do anything, I was thrown to the ground. I yelped in surprise, bringing my hands up to protect my face. My attacker threw Jasper and Bellamy to the floor as well, chocking the Blake boy. I push myself up and kick him, Finn punches his face, knocking him out. I hover over Bellamy and Octavia, protecting them, weapons at the ready.

Octavia cries out. “He was protecting me! Don’t hurt him!” Bellamy turns back to his sister, gawking. But before he could protest, the only sound that entered the room was a cry of pain. And it came from Finn. The attacker stabbed his side, crouching in pain, however, before I could do anything though, Jasper hit the back of his head with such force, I have no doubt in my mind that he was knocked out. I grab Finn, lifting him up on my own. Jasper reaches to remove the blade that’s wedge in his side but Bellamy and I yell at him not to. We hurry back to the camp, heart in my throat. Though Finn was not on my good side right now, he was a good person. I couldn’t let him die. The second we get back to the camp, I yell. “Someone get Clarke! NOW!” This day couldn’t have gone worse.

(I hope you liked it!)

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@rczepetalz asked: 🎶 - scarlet

SEND '🎶' + A SHIP AND I'LL CHOOSE A SONG BASED OFF:

Their main song: Perfectly Perfect by Simple Plan

The Song that plays during a romantic scene between the two: Take It Slow by Conner Smith

A Song to play in the background of a battle: Angel With A Shotgun by The Cab ( had to! )

The Song that plays during their wedding/most important date night: Infinitely Falling by Fly By Midnight

The Song that plays during a fight/sad moment: Hollow (Lo’s Version) by Lo Spirit, Dabin & Kai Wachi

The Song that describes my muse's current feelings/thoughts about your muse: My Person by Spencer Crandall

The song that plays if they were to ever break-up: Death By A Thousand Cuts by Taylor Swift

The song that plays when my muse thinks of yours: Slow Dance In A Parking Lot by Jordan Davis

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mybestluxe · 4 years ago

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What is the symbol of hope jewelry

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Having hope means wanting a result that will somehow improve your life. It not only can help make a difficult current state of affairs more bearable, but can ultimately change our lives, as it is motivated by the vision of a prosperous future.

Hope is a part of all creation, whether we care about it or not. It’s what one wishes for. It’s an inherent part of a person. Hope encourages us to define what we desire in our future and forms part of the self-tale about our lives, which we all know about.

People are searching for icons of optimism that will inspire them to achieve good results, amid the struggles and obstacles of life. The positive news is that certain signs, artefacts and animals might be hopeful. Here is a glimpse at the most common icons of hope.

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1. Shamrock

2. Birch Tree

3. Anchor

4. Butterfly

5. Rainbow

6. Dove

7. Deer

8. Ginkgo Tree

Olive Branch Tree

10. Phoenix Bird

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1. Shamrock

First lets introduce to our first symbol of hope jewelry, “Shamrock” In Ireland, the shamrock, also called the three-leaf clover, is abundantly grown and one of the land’s most important flags. The shamrock has three leaves with respect to its meaning that symbolise hope, devotion and faith. The Celts use this symbol to represent growth, productivity, wealth and vitality since the plant grows abundantly. You can buy a Leave clorve bangle or a pendant as a symbol of hope jewelry to wear and bring optimism to your life.

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2. Birch Tree

Second symbol of hope jewelry we will be describing is “Birch Tree.“And after their leaves fell, birch trees exude great charm. And they are the first trees to rise again in the early spring. Birch trees are also often used to symbolise new beginnings and hope. Ge the options to buy the symbol of hope jewelry below.

3. Anchor

Mariners use an anchor, particularly in bad weather situations, to secure and maintain a stable boat or ship. Thanks to its ability, anchors will symbolise resilience, stability and hope, keep a boat’s move from going into unsafe waters. Remember the anchors should still pray the boat’s rough weather survives.

The emblem has deep Christian origins, and has been taken to be a symbol of constancy and hope. The explanation is that hope is our soul’s anchor. The faith of Jesus is another Christian sense of the anchor.

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4. Butterfly

One of the most emblematic species is a butterfly. The choice to change from a caterpillar to a majestic winged creature is hope, power and durability. It is also used as a symbol for development and hope.

A sign of optimism for Native American culture, this magnificent bug is thought to be able to give the Great Spirit signals or wishes. For them, if an insidious butterfly is captured and a wish whispers, the wish is given. The explanation is mostly that butterflies are thankful for their independence.

All and all, the butterfly symbol is used by people around the world to represent life, hope, transformation and resilience.

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5. Rainbow

During or after the rainstorm a rainbow sometimes looks like perfect circles, mean that positive stuff happen after the darkest storms. A rainbow is also a great symbol of optimism, and it means that happier times come after we survive the hard times. The rainbow’s symbolism has its origins in the Bible’s Noah account. Thus, after the storm, the rainbow was a symbol of God’s vow that such accidents would not happen again. Rainbow is a prominent LGBTQ icon in the western world, meaning gay rights as well.

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6. Dove

Because of its white colour and benevolent disposition, a dove is a sign of harmony and pureness. However, the pigeon may also serve as hope. The dove, as a companion of Mother Ishtar, is represented in Assyrian culture. It symbolises the promise of redemption and hope.

Noah released a pigeon in the Biblical tale of the Great Flood to seek a sign of the downfall of the flood. The bird couldn’t find it at first. The dove returned with an olive branch in her second attempt, offering the illusion that tomorrow would be better. Just think about this storey, three of the most famous icons of hope (rainbows, doves and olive branches!) were birthplaced here.

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7. Deer

It is assumed that a deer is a supernatural creature in Celtic society because of his bodies. A honeycomb will fall down once in a year and will continue to rise back in the spring. The Celtics regard the Dairy Antler as a sign of rebirth, prosperity and optimism due to this natural phenomenon. The false is a normal process of life, the deer’s faces can remind us as a sign of hope, but still we get up from the mistakes and become stronger.

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8. Ginkgo Tree

The Tree of Ginkgo is known for its antiquity and longevity, and one of the oldest species of trees that exists. This tree has become an emblem of hope, courage and harmony for the Chinese community due to these characteristics. The Ginkgo tree is often seen on varied Chinese cultural items and is often connected to a hopeful vision of the future. Eventually, in the teacobs and temples, the Chinese monks introduced the tree to the Japanese.

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Olive Branch Tree

The olive branch has been linked to stability and hope for a long time. In the tale of Noah, the Olive Branch was not only considered a sign of hope and promise but also a symbol of reconciliation and triumph by the Greeks, besides its Biblical origins. It remains today a primordial emblem of harmony and hope.

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10. Phoenix Bird

The phoenix is a mythical creature, in which many ancient civilizations had versions. The life of the bird is cyclical, as it explodes into fire after a certain time then comes back from the ashes. The phoenix was used as a metaphor for creation, death and renaissance. The phoenix sign may also be used as a symbol of hope. Note: after fire, this creature rises from the ashes and thereby gives the promise that after the destruction or disaster, you too will recover.

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Universal symbol for hope

The anchor is a sign of Christian optimism and perseverance. Heb. 6:19, “that hope is sure and steadfast, as the cornerstone of the spirit,” is the basis of this sign. In several inscriptions the anchors are found in Rome’s catacombs.

Which animal is a symbol of hope?

Bison is the animal which is considered as a symbol of hope. A token of hope: the United States designates bison as the mammal.

What is the symbolic color of hope?

Yellow is the color of hope. Yellow color is for love, optimism and spontaneity. This is a happy, young, hopeful and positive colour. This is a different hue that draws your eye and can be used for vigilance as Red and Orange for this reason.

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grabtee · 6 years ago

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Hangover Joe’s Celebrates Average Joes Everywhere for 6th Year — “National Hangover Joe’s Day” March 18th, 2017 DENVER, CO–(Marketwired – Mar 17, 2017) – Hangover Joe’s Holding Corporation ( OTC PINK : HJOE ), developers of the nation’s leading morning after Hangover Recovery Shot and also our own exclusive line of premium gourmet beef brisket beef jerky, is pleased that with St. Patrick’s Day quickly approaching, we can’t help but have luck on our minds. Hangover Joe’s always believes in creating its own luck, if for no other reason than we help you to dodge the impending post-Paddy’s Day hangover. That is what we do. We are the nation’s leading morning after hangover recovery shot. We provide the relief America needs to be Hangover Free. One of the first symbols of luck that comes to mind is the shamrock — no, the four-leaf clover — wait, what’s the difference? The four-leaf clover got its reputation for a pretty straightforward reason. 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