#too scared to tag non moots sorry

[jisokai]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five of your other fave writers. Spread the self-love!

thank you for the tag @suguwu wahh i feel so honored <3

if a tree falls (does it bring you to tears?) (one piece, nami-ish)

Early in their journey, the Strawhats come across an unusual island, where a beast has been stranded—with you.

content: life of pi meets one piece, grief, displacement, loss of home/habitat destruction, found family

notes: even though this fic is super rough i always consider it one of my favorites! the idea haunted me for at least six months and eventually forced me to write again after several years of break from fiction/fanfic. i find it so interesting as a landmark because it pretty clearly encapsulates what i like to write about. i've experimented a lot with my style and storytelling since, but this one has a directness and charm that i sometimes wish i could rediscover.

if you cross the river (will the fighting end?) (haikyuu!!, kita)

Contrary to what granny once said, Kita thinks he won’t ever truly know who you are. You are the one who waits by the river, watching as he scrubs dirt from fresh carrots and dirty shovels. You are the one whose presence lingers like mist over his skin when you part. You are the one whose eyes he always feels, at every moment—the eyes granny reminds him of when they wipe the floor or prepare a meal together. You are the one who knows that it does not matter, that he would still perform his rituals and hold unwavering conviction even if you were not there. Because he is Kita; he is Shin-chan—repetition, perseverance, and diligence is how he lives…because it simply feels good. You are the same, committed to your duty to watch him from the moment you were pulled from the glory of a summit. And he is committed to being watched by you.

content: character study, spirit!reader, death and grief, disaster, i think it's a slow burn but tbh i don't know, childhood friends to lovers (sort of?), coming of age

notes: this was also a personal favorite for a while just because i felt like i was able to say so much that i had been needing to get out. it was my second time doing full character pov and i remember struggling SO MUCH to keep kita consistent. i felt like i pulled him apart in my brain until there was nothing left LOL. but regardless i tend to think of this fic as one of my best, and it was a turning point in my writing style.

At (y)our own pace (bnha, sero)

Sero wants to make sure you know that it’s okay to go about intimacy however you need, at your own pace. It’s your journey, not anyone else’s. Given your previous relationships, it takes some getting used to.

content: aged up characters, suggestive, references to past dub-con (not between pair), can be read as fwb, coworkers -> friends -> qpps, hurt/comfort

notes: this fic. oh this fic. i'm pretty sure this is the only one of mine that i've reread more than once or twice after posting. it's just that much of a comfort piece. i remember the process being difficult in the beginning (i had maybe 3 or 4 false starts) but then writing like a madman after that first hurdle. it was also my first fic i wrote out of order!

& we'll be brothers again (one piece, gen luffy & ace)

“Luffy?” The youngest boy grunts next to the eldest, cramped in their nest. He’s tired, on the verge of joining Sabo’s snores on the other end. “You ever think about what you wanna be in your next life?”

content: post time skip, marineford spoilers, reincarnation AU, brotherly love :(

notes: this fic hurts me if i think about it too long. i got the idea reading one of my now favorite novels and as soon as i thought of ace i went oughhhghg oww. i think it was my first proper gen fic and i found it so fun to write and focus on the pre existing relationships! i also came to realize that when i write for op i feel a sort of freedom of expression i don't have with other fandoms. i don't really know why, but it makes me want to write for op more <3

All these stars, (bnha, sero)

You always thought the circus was where you yearned to be. At least, until it finally let you in—and introduced you to Hanta Sero. [circus AU where seamstress!reader and acrobat!sero realize that their lives have been running parallel for a long time, and it’s up to you to weave them together]

content: circus AU, strangers to lovers (sort of), pining, yearning, grief, family drama, latino sero & latino reader, eventual emotional smut

notes: tbh i wasn't sure which last one to include but this one makes the most sense. it's my first proper long fic that i've ever finished! the process was kind of wild and was the first time i used extensive outlining. it was a huge project and is a huge point of growth for me. sero's chapter was a long needed character study (even in a different universe lol), and the last chapter i've reread a few times because of how emotional it makes me!

i'm scared to tag others but wahh okay... no pressure to play ofc! @shonengirlfriend @andypantsx3 @vonabel @staraxiaa & anyone else who wants to join!

[theolivetree123]

Yuuki's Tea Time Attire!

Event by @sunnysidesevenup !

Non-Groovy:

"What a mad tea party... I don't understand a thing here..."

Groovy: [LOCKED]

VOICE LINES

💻: "Why did I have to be invited to such a weird party? Why couldn't they just pick Yumei..."

💻: "Uh... these outfits are very... frilly. I-I'm not saying they're bad! But... they're just not my style."

💻: "At least Idia is here... but if he keeps running off with his boyfriends, I'll probably just be alone anyway."

💻: "Hm, the food is pretty good. Though, I'm too scared to drink anything. What if I start shrinking?!"

💻: "Dance? Oh no no no... I don't dance. Sorry..."

💻: "I'm kinda glad they let you do practically whatever you want at this party. It sucks they won't let me leave, though."

💻: "Grim? Grim! Ugh, I knew I should've begged Taylor to come with me!"

💻: "Ouch... it's way too loud here... I'm just gonna go hide in the bushes..."

💻: "How can any of these people function with this much noise? The tea kettles are gonna make my ears bleed..."

DUO MAGIC

Yuuki: "Idia! There you are!"

Idia: "Huh?! Why are you hiding behind me?! I'm not gonna be your meat shield!"

Tagging moots: @cheerleaderman @harryinramshackle @jadelover69 @screamintoad @bunniehunn @blood-red-hummingbee @oya-oya-okay @rinis-reality @ranacr0ak @w1ndigo0 @prefectrose @day-dr3aming @leonas-hibiscus @lpendergast @sparklespecks @spade-12 @babyghoul138

[fics-n-stuff-n-stuff]

Relationship:

Caroline Forbes/Klaus Mikaelson

Characters:

Klaus Mikaelson Caroline ForbesElijah Mikaelson Rebekah Mikaelson Vlad Drakul Damon Salvatore (mentioned)

Additional Tags:

Angst Talk of rape / non conis it bashing Damon Salvatore Or is it acknowledging canon? Fluff Fluff and Angst Domestic Fluff Protective Klaus Mikaelsontalk of dismemberment Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence canon? I hardly know her Established Relationship

You can also read it here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56743879

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Just a little continuation of the moment Klaus left the Villa after finding out about Caroline and Damon.

Klaus stormed out of the Villa in a hazy fury.

Damon mother fucking Salvatore.

He was going to tear him limb from limb. Dismember, dismantle, derail, destroy, disembowel.

He would make him regret being born.

How dare that slimy little weasel treat any woman like that, let alone his woman. Whether he knew of Caroline when it happened or not, the point was moot. She had been his before they'd met, and she'd be his long after they both died.

Just as he is hers. Always and Forever.

Running without a destination was not always a good thing. Especially when you have enhanced speed, that's how Klaus finds himself stopping just seconds before plunging off a cliff.

Damn it.

He had run for the woods in hopes of not encountering any humans.

His adrenaline and bloodlust were too high. He felt the need to kill. But he knew from years of trying to restrain himself that killing random people would not solve or sate his anger.

Because there was a particular person he wanted to kill, and a massacre of innocent people would only make Caroline feel worse.

She shouldn't have to feel that way.

Damon fucking Salvatore.

The next time they cross paths, the dark-haired man will know the true meaning of terror.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket had been mechanical, and he was dialing before he could register his movements.

"Niklaus, what a surprise. Have you and Caroline rescheduled your trip and decided to come visit us instead?" Vlad's voice carried through the phone and Klaus felt his shoulders drop, the tension leaving his body.

He didn't answer the man not knowing what to say, so he just continued to breathe through the speaker.

"Nik? Is everything alright, did something happen? Is Caroline okay?" As he asked the last question Klaus let out a strangled choke from the back of his throat.

Fuck. There were tears too.

"I need someone's head on a platter, or maybe a spike. I still haven't got the clarification." He rasped out as he tried to control the thrill of emotions running through him.

"What happened?" Vlad asked, all hints of pleasantries gone, voice hard as steel.

"I, I don't know if it's for me to tell. It isn't my story. I only found out by accident, she was talking with Bekah. They thought I was still gone."  He trailed off, not knowing if what he was saying made any sense.

"Fuck, was she ever going to tell me?" He asked, knowing it was in vain.

"I'm sorry my friend, I don't know what is going on. But know that I am here for both of you. Me and Elisabeta, if you ever need anything." The man's voice was sincere and a little worried as he spoke, and Klaus sighed at his words.

"Thank you, Vlad, for everything." Klaus said as he stared out into the forest. "You are a good friend, even when I did not deserve it." He said quietly.

"Always." The man answered from the other line and Klaus felt a small smile twitch at his words. "And you have never been undeserving of my friendship."

He was so sincere as he said it, and Klaus wondered for the millionth time what he did to deserve people like this in his life.

"I should let you get back to Elly, and I'll let you know if anything changes with our travel plans." He said softly, not wanting to keep the man too long. And a little scared he would blurt out what he found out and then Caroline would never forgive him.

"It's a deal, talk soon old friend."

As the line went dead between them, Klaus felt the murderess rage that was crawling under his skin prickling, and he wondered if shifting to wolf form and killing the woodland creatures would help.

There was really only one way to find out, and Bekah did say he shouldn't come back until tomorrow.

* ********* ********** ********** ********* *

It was early morning when he finally shifted back, naked and still feeling like he wanted to rip someone's throat out, but better than the night before.

Beneath the rage and deadly urge to hunt down the older Salvatore brother, Klaus felt guilty and regretful.

He should've stopped himself from listening in on their conversation, Rebekah was right.

Klaus shuddered at the thought, she could never find out. But she was right, his reaction last night had been selfish and Caroline deserved better.

She's always deserved better than him.

Filled with shame and regret he flashed his way back to the house, hoping that Rebekah was asleep.

She would yell at him for forcing her to see him naked. Like she isn't the one who crashed in on their travels.

Honestly, what was it with his siblings dropping in uninvited on their trips? Elijah he could understand, he had been worried and Klaus never checked in after finishing his business in Berlin.

But the other two were just menaces.

He walked into the quiet house and noticed that there was a pair of jogging pants left by the door. His heart skipped s beat at the sight, knowing it was Caroline that put them there.

She knew what kind of head space he was in after everything and anticipated that he might shift and go hunting.

The love he had for this woman truly knew no bounds.

He slipped the pair on and continued through the house, treading silently towards their bedroom.

The sight once he opened the door was not one he ever expected to see.

Two blonde heads in their bed, wrapped around each other. Now, if Klaus had caught any other of his siblings tangled up in bed with his Caroline, there would be hell to pay.

He felt a little jealous seeing her in Rebekah's arms too, if he was completely honest with himself. But he knew that after last night, they both probably needed comfort.

He was happy his sister was attempting to bond with Caroline, they both deserved a genuine friend.

Klaus moved out of the room and made his way back downstairs to make himself a drink.

If he couldn't slip into his own bed and cuddle his love, then he was going to drink.

He hadn't even made it to the drawing room before someone flashed in front of him, and to his surprise it was Caroline.

"You're back." She said breathlessly as she studied him.

He moved to touch her face, hand only hesitating for a second before making contact, but she still saw it. And while she leaned into his touch, the sigh she let out and the way she was avoiding his eyes told him that she felt unsure and unsettled.

"Of course I'm back, Bekah said to come back tomorrow." He answered softly, his thumb moving to stroke her face as he spoke. "You're lucky I had enough self-restraint to wait till morning."

Caroline threw herself in his arms instead of saying anything and he wrapped his arms around her instantly, pulling her as close as possible and holding just as tight.

She shivered for a moment, and he could feel her taking deep breaths and trying to calm herself. "I was scared." She spoke the words so softly he almost missed them even with the enhanced hearing.

"Scared of what?" He asked, not really sure what she was talking about.

"I was scared of your reaction, if or when I told you about what happened. I didn't even know how to tell you, it's not something you can just slip into everyday conversation. And it happened so long ago I thought I was over it." She said, talking into his chest making her words a little muffled but he didn't mind.

"That is not a kind of thing one just 'gets over', love. I don't know the details, and you should feel no obligation to tell me any of it. I am not worthy of your trust. My reaction last night just proved that." He told her as he moved to kiss the top of her head.

"I shouldn't have been listening, I wasn't planning on it at first, but then I caught Damon's name and then it all just went black. I am sorry. But I need you to know that whatever you're feeling is more than valid."

Caroline shook her head at him and held him tighter. "I'm not saying it's okay, but I do understand, to a point. The way you reacted thought, I think that was the best-case scenario honestly." She said as she nuzzled his chest.

"Is- Can I-" Klaus started almost sputtering as he tried to find the words, but Caroline it seemed knew what he wanted and pulled out of his embrace and pulled on his hand before flashing into one of the guest rooms in the house.

They got comfortable in the bed and Caroline pressed herself against him. "Ask your questions, I may not answer all of them, but I'll try my best."  She said as she settled in his arms.

"Do your friends know about this?" Was the first thing out of his mouth l, and the way she tensed against him told him everything he needed to know. His hold on her tightened and he took a deep breath, reminding himself that this wasn't about him.

"Would you like his head on a platter or spike?" He asked next, not needing to get a verbal response for his previous one.

There was a huff from her and she swatted his chest lightly. "You are not killing him, though I am partial to the spike." She said

[7habitsofhighlyeviceratedpeople]

your post bashing the anon who requested mpreg feels a little bad… idk the gender(s) of that anon, but a lot of trans men and masc-presenting people love breeding and/or impregnation as kinks (and many opt for pregnancy irl quite seriously that’s unrelated to kink or fictional plots etc). just doesn’t sit well with me for you to judge that publicly in the way that you did. :(

of course you’re not obligated to write anything you don’t want to, but maybe don’t judge it so harshly like it’s some unheard of, crazy concept.

edit: real tldr it’s better lol. so sorry if it came off that way, i deleted the post if that helps bc i did actually get a dm from a mutual saying that it was actually them who sent it and i feel bad even tho they thought it was understandable bc they literally used such down bad language which idk j kinda made me giggle lolol i thought it would upset someone and i even asked in my discord if i should post it bc i didn’t wanna seem like i was “bashing” them bc i am obviously not i think you’re taking this a little too far. i am literally a trans male and i thought abt that while laughing abt this but i feel like it’s kinda obvious what i was laughing at that. there’s no like “just for friends” feature so i thought not tagging it and showing it was lighthearted and non judgmental/shaming was enough but ig not. i can post my own asks if they make me uncomfortable or laugh or whatever and i made it very obvious i wasn’t shaming and that the post was lighthearted

btw it literally was a screenshot that said “chat :/“ like the “chat is this real” meme bc i can’t stop saying that and then in parentheses a disclaimer abt how i am not shaming bc i think you’re allowed to be into whatever you want and i wouldnt have posted it if it wasn’t anon. sorry again if i offended anyone but i seriously think this isn’t a big deal and ppl need to lighten up a lil i’m not making fun of anyone or kink shaming i am laughing abt an ask IN MY OWN ASKS that someone decided to anonymously ask knowing it could be posted. mpreg is fine but i’m gonna have a lil laugh i’m sorry, the person who sent it isn’t offended and i apologized it offended anyone but i didn’t do shit wrong and i even asked for input in my discord if i should post bc i was scared i was being mean. literally was meant for like the 5 ppl who view my untagged posts i literally do not care what ppl are into and i am not “publicly bashing” anyone.

TLDR: og post was a lighthearted joke and an ask that made me giggle cause of the way it was written, clarified i wasn’t kink shaming and apologized twice in the post. asker is a moot and isn’t hurt and says they understand bc the way they typed it was kinda down bad lmfaoo (which was what i was laughing at) and i’m annoyed bc this person is taking this a little too far and acting like i’m being transphobic and kink shaming when they coulda j dmed me saying it hurt their feelings/has the potential to hurt feelings ! (which i knew and i felt bad typing it and that was very evident in the post but cmon man let me have a lil laugh)

[jjba-hell]

Fate and Fortune

Double posting- let’s go! Part 18

Here’s part 17 for a refresher but the rest of the story is in the fate and fortune tag. Head kinda empty when I wrote this, no proofreading...

Moots :3 @fyre23 and @risottoneroo

The usual tw- its still JoJo over here

Sleep alluded Vera in the early morning so instead of sulking about in her room she returned to the hospital to be with Kakyoin. The nurses objected fiercely as she simply strolled and phased through hallways to get to the redhead.

She gently knocked on the door and spoke- so as not to startle him since he was a bit more vulnerable that usual. “Noriaki. It’s me. Can I come in?”

When she didn’t get an answer she pushed through regardless.

“Vera.” The relief in her voice made her heart do a backflip. He sat up in his bed, bandages around his eyes but seeming to look in her general direction. “You’re alright.”

Vera didn’t say much as she approached his bed and took his outstretched hand. “I’m so sorry, I should have been able to help you but I-“

“No, Vera no. You had already been injured- I wouldn’t have asked the impossible from you.”

She moved in closer, gently slipping her arms in around his. “I was so scared I had lost you.” His hand tightened the grip on the shirt in her back at her words- “I thought the same.”

Fortune materialized beside her, bringing their hands to her side of Kakyoin’s head to start healing his eyes. “I guess I was so frantic I couldn’t just reverse you wounds. No going back now...”

Kakyoin’s grip on her wrist tightened. “Vera... I’ve wanted to ask you this for a long time.”

“Ask later, just let me heal you.”

“Please... wait, before you continue.”

Reluctantly, she took both of his hands in hers- Fortune stopping- and squeezed his hands. “I’m listening.”

“As crazy as it sounds... when I went under during the attack- my mind was racing like crazy and I couldn’t escape this question anymore. You seemed so tired yesterday- even as we said our goodbyes. Am I wrong to think moving time forward is strenuous on your life?”

“What? No! Where would this come from?”

“You’ve been greying this whole trip, Vera. Beautiful as you are with or without the grey... I can’t help but think you’re glossing over the fact that you’re giving months, even years of your own life for us.”

Has it really been this way? The cost was no surprise to her but... if she truly was truly simply transferring time to heal other’s wounds... “It’s my choice. I’ve always known the consequences of what I do.”

Kakyoin gave a soft smile, his hands squeezing hers tighter now. “Is it strange to think I could hear the uncertainty in your voice just now?”

“I can’t just let you suffer through the pain.” Her hand came up to cup his cheek- wishing frantically that he could see the tears she was holding back.

“Vera... I’d like to spend a bit longer than 50 days with you and Jotaro, you know. We can’t do that if you give your years away like this.”

Before Vera could move her hand away from his cheek he brought his hand to it, leaning into her touch as if he would miss it. “You’re not letting me heal you, are you?”

He turned his head so as to kiss the palm of her hand. “Nope.” He took said hand enterlaced it with his- pulling her in closer until she was back in his arms, resting his chin on her head. “I’ll be fine.”

Vera stuck around for the prognosis with the others in the room as well- she’d gotten a firm admonishment from Avdol for leaving her hospital room... not knowing what she had done in the hotel room. After explaining his refusal of her help and well wishes on the next leg of the trip, they paid the medical bills and were soon packed and off to Kom Ombo.

“So you say all your ability to move time back-“

“It’s extremely strenuous. I’ve tried reverting something as simple as my hair being dry but even that makes me feel like I had just ran a mile.”

Avdol’s held his chin in throught as Vera sat on the railing near the nose of the felucca. “All of this has changed in the span of three days?”

Vera tilted her head to the side. “Three? We arrived in Aswan yesterday.”

“No, Vera. After we had arrived in Aswan I was admitted into the hospital for observation and you were still unconscious due to the blood loss. When you woken up and they were busy with your second blood transfusion- your blood pressure had dropped dramatically for some reason and I had just been been discharged.”

Admittedly the memory was fuzzy- after being admitted into the hospital... it didn’t seem so unlikely that she had slept after going under but it was still kind of shocking.

“Which brings me to ask- why do the hospital not have record of you after 3 am?”

Vera took a drag of her cigarette, sliding off the the rail to sit where the wind wouldn’t catch her and ashing in the tray she had brought for herself. “Because I was in the morgue freezer?”

Avdol’s eyes widened. “Why?”

“I was having a pretty bad fever.”

He gaped at her in shock.

“More specifically a stand fever?”

Avdol didn’t often react in the way he did in that moment- his hands flying up to his temples as he tried to ease a headache quickly approaching. “Another stand fever?”

“I know, it’s bizarre- but Fortune is a bit different, if her change in abilities isn’t obvious and I had the strangest nightmares. I wouldn’t confuse it with another fever.”

Avdol’s shock and frustration soon turned into concern. “I’m supposing you were looking for some kind of relief. When did it end?”

“Uhh well...” she recalled her bumbling self getting dressed and calling the cab outside the hospital with the night shift nurses well asleep and her ice bath in the hotel room. “After that I went back to the hospital to be with Kakyoin.”

After a moment Avdol sat down beside her, holding his hand out for the cigarette which she gladly handed over. “Of course only you would get up to this nonsense and manage surviving a stand fever like that.”

He took one drag and took a steady exhale as the wind howled around them. “I worry about you, Vera.”

“Well I mean easier said that done but, don’t. I can handle myself.”

Avdol gave a huff of laughter, taking one more drag before handing it back to her. “There’s no shame in asking for help, though.”

At their stop, Vera had take it upon herself to stick to Polnareff for the day- stopping him from ripping up a merchant’s papyrus. “Thank you for the demonstration but he’s French-“

Before Polnareff could protest her argument he was too busy getting distracted by Iggy stealing the gum straight out of his hands. “Fuck, when Jotaro said it’s like babysitting- he meant it, huh?”

She jogged after Polnareff, struggling to keep up with the giant of a man. “He really gave the slip.”

“Of course he did, he’s only half a foot tall.” Vera followed after cautiously in the ruins- feeling some or other ominous presence look over them.

“You feel it too, right?” Polnareff slowed down a bit for their pace to sync a bit better. Vera nodded, not sure what it was but waiting nonetheless. When a man in her right fell in line with them and walked a few paces in sync, Polnareff pulled her closer by her wrist to bring her out of the way between the two men. At the stand still Polnareff confronted the guy directly, their gazes never meeting.

“Divine Anubis, huh? Y’know my dad used to be a devout worshipper himself. They actually spoke of a sword forged by Anubis himself that had been lost to turmoil and time- made of Anubis’s shadow.”

True to Vera’s suspicion- held to Chaka’s hip was a sword and maybe her hint at Polnareff would be well received but she simply knew it wasn’t.

Polnareff ordered her to stay where she was- closer to the crowd and watch as they shelled but like hell she was going to allow it.

At the first hit on Polnareff’s chest she hopped up and followed the crumbs to where the sheath of the sword laid almost forgotten in the sand. She followed the ruckus back- bringing Fortune to heal Polnareff’s chest before standing between the two.

“Now I may only have done light fencing in high school but honestly- I’m pretty sure that’s not how you wield a katana.”

At the insult Chaka moved as she’d expected- sword forward to plunge into her but with just a it of luck from Fortune the sword slid straight into its sheath and up and over Chaka’s head.

“Admittedly, it’s pretty but...very cursed.” Vera clicked the sword back into its sheath fully started carrying it back to Polnareff. “I tried to give you a hint- did it not catch?”

Polnareff seemed affronted at her question. “When did you throw me a hint? The legend of a sword formed by Anubis? Ring any bells? I told you it was made out of Anubis’s shadow?”

“That was the hint?”

“What? You think I just like talking about ancient rumors for fun?”

Iggy’s barking brought their attention back to the others calling the from the foot of the hill for the next stretch of travel.

“You did fencing?” Polnareff asked, looking as confused as ever.

In Endufu Vera sat on the desk of the hotel they’d be staying in, swinging her legs out in front of her as they considered the sword. “So if it’s an artifact- how did it get in the hands of a commoner?” Mr Joestar hummed as he observed the jewel encrusted sword.

“I’m guessing it has some effect on non-stand users. Is it just me but seeing an expensive sword like that I would have peddled it for money to the historica. If it’s a stand it probably has a sway of making someone become its user.”

Avdol picked up the sword- turning it around to see if it had any effect on him.

“I think the best course of action would be to hand it to the Speedwagon Foundation to lock up. Vera, think you could make the call and get it to the right place?”

As promised, she had handed the sword to the boys as she made the call for an emergency pick up. It was scheduled for about an hour so she took the time to slip into the shop- hand Polnareff the sword and tug Jotaro out for a smoke break. Or at least so she had planned.

After pulling him aside from public eye- she was about to bring her lips to his but when Jotaro’s eyes stopped at the scars running down her arms. He held her forearms gingerly in his considerable bigger open palms.

“Stop it.” Her hand shot up to hold his face to look at her but his eyes followed. “It wasn’t you.”

Those aquamarine eyes seemed to hold an unbelievable sadness as his gaze moved to meet hers. Tiredly he seemed to do all he could do- bring her in against her chest for a moment of peace for the both of them... until the glass shattered behind them and she knew it was probably Polnareff.

One heavy sigh and some nasty close calls later, the sword was sinking to the bottom of the Nile.

“So- thus far we’ve had an orangutan with a stand, a dog with a stand, a baby with a stand and now a sword... yeah if Dio had two stand would you really be surprised?”