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weirdthinkingdragon · 4 years

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Chase Of Fascination

I have no idea why, but this one was a S.T.R.U.G.G.L.E to finish.

Centaur Hizashi Yamada x reader

Warnings of injuries and a bit of blood

Nerves still course through me as I approached the entrance gate. I’m still worried about possibly kicking a centaur too hard or something happens that makes them hate me. Of course, that has only happened to a handful of people, but it still could happen to me. The centaurs are free to leave whenever they wish, so it’s not like they’d be stuck with me again if they have to be.

There were multiple people and centaurs in the distance. One green-haired kid was having trouble getting on an oddly colored paint centaur. Another was a rather bratty child who kept yelling at the red and black one he was on, but it seemed to not mind his temper.

My mind drifted off from them as a man and woman came up to me. The male seemed rather uninterested in being here, and the woman cheerfully waved at me. “Welcome! We’re glad you chose to help ride horses safely by learning here!” She opened the rather fancy gray gate with horses on it. They lead me down a path with multiple other small pastures on both sides.

Many of them were with riders training. It made me feel a little better watching a blond fall off a Dapple Gray centaur with a rather purplish color. Despite his calm demeanor, it was easy to tell he was rather concerned for the blond. The blond quickly got back up and laughed it off, making the centaur look relieved.

“Pretty interesting huh? We’ve got a few free ones hanging around back there.” Looking to the ground, there are multiple hooves marked into the gravel. It was quiet between the three of us as we walked there. In a way, this felt rather awkward.

A rather beautiful looking centaur quickly approached as we entered the area. A Dun Palomino by the looks of him. The black-haired male next to me didn’t stick around and left as soon as he saw it approaching. “What’s up yo!”

“Hey, Hizashi! Aren’t you still supposed to be with that Kyoka kid or something?” Asked the woman next to me. He shook his head. His long bright blond hair slightly moving with his head. It was long enough to drape across the sides of the shoulders of his horse part. "Nah, she dug the style of another one and asked to be with them instead. No worries!" She smirked at him.

“Jeez, you seem to chase everyone off at some point!!”

“Do not! It was just that last one! Just gotta find the ones who dig my kind of style!”

“And what would that be? Noisy until they want someone quieter? You make quite a few of them go to poor Hitoshi or Momo instead.”

He shrugged. His attention was then drawn to me. “Why, hello dear new rider! Didn’t notice ya there for a minute! As ya heard, name’s Hizashi! What’s yours?” He asked, and even bows for a moment while keeping eye contact. I wave while saying my name.

He smiles and stands back up. “A great name for a great looking human! Now, why don’t ya… What do you humans call it with those loud metal things? Take me out for a spin?”

I couldn’t help but smile at his straightforward enthusiasm. How could someone not like him? The woman looks at me with a smirk on her face. “Well, would you like to tame the wild beast?”

Hizashi mocked a gasp. “I am no beast! If I am a beast, I’m a sexy beast!” She rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say. Now come on! Time to get the gear!” The three of us headed towards a large red barn farther in the distance. Hizashi suddenly slumps over. “Man, why the saddle? Bareback is so much better!” He looks at me with a wink. “And gets us all the closer!”

She rolled her eyes again. “You and I both know bareback is highly unsafe for beginners. We learned that early on, and it’s better not to make the same mistake again. Especially if they decide to sue like last time.”

He waves his right hand. “Yeah, yeah. So what? I just know to keep my hands on them this time.” She frowns. “No. That’s final.” He crosses his arms and pouts. Something about the furrow of his brows and the puff out of his lips made him look cute. I do slightly question why that type of facial hair though. We quickly reached the barn and she went over to the equipment that had blankets and saddles with oddly shaped binds that look like an odd form of bridles on the wall.

She grabbed a black blanket off the wall and went to put it on Hizashi’s back. He blocked her by moving his body away. “Shouldn’t our dear new little rider do it instead? They gotta learn after all!” She looks at me and smirks. I could already tell what she was going to do and held my arms out. She drops the blanket into my arms. It was heavier than I thought it would be and caught me by surprise.

“Let’s get you started, huh?” She questioned while Hizashi moved closer so his side was next to me. He twisted his human torso to pat his horse back. “C’mon, we ain’t got all day dear!”

I couldn’t help but feel heat rise in my face as I looked away from him. They both laughed at me. I decided to just go with it and throw it onto his back. “A little forceful eh? Or can’t handle lifting the bit of weight?”

I shook my head. Hizashi looks in thought mischievously. “Nemuri, should we give ‘em the old light saddle?”

She smirks at me and him. “If they had trouble with the blanket, probably!” She reaches over and grabs a smaller black saddle with a rather deep dip in it and hands it to me. It’s surprisingly not much heavier than the blanket. I was able to get it on easily enough. I then lean down to hook the bottom together and tighten it. Worry went through me that maybe I tightened it too much.

“It’s not too tight is it?” They both laugh. “Ha! Not at all little rider! I’d say for a beginner you’ve got it rather loose!” Knowing that was a relief. Nemuri then goes to the other side of the wall where the odd-looking bridle was and picked it up. “This one I’m going to help with, since as you can tell, it’s not a regular bridle.”

She then puts it over his shoulders. Its metal circles were perfectly set on his shoulders while another strap went across his lower neck in the front and a few connecting on his back. Nemuri hooks a few more of them together in the front connecting both sides on his human stomach. She then grabs reins and puts them through the metal holes on his shoulders. It looks rather uncomfortable though…

“Is it uncomfortable? Why do you allow this if it is then?” I ask. Hizashi raised a brow at me. “Yeah, not gonna lie, it’s a bit odd, but it’s because I don’t have fur for it! It’s adorable you’re so concerned though!”

Nemuri looks at a watch on her wrist, then hands me the reins. “Alright, have fun you two! I have to go help others.” She says, waves, and walks out of the place. Hizashi and I go over to an empty pasture. He stays close to the metal bars of the fence. It might be to make sure I don’t fall to the ground as easily or something.

I was able to climb up into the saddle easily enough. It was a little difficult getting my right leg over his side. He kept his hands close to my legs like he was making sure I didn’t fall. “Ya know how to use the reins right?” He asked, trying to look back. He could only turn enough to see one of his eyes. “I think so,” I replied, and lightly pulled the reign to make him turn right. He turns without any problems. “Yep, ya got that down already! Now, why don’t ya try to kick to get me goin’? I tried kicking his sides. My feet barely even touched him. Hizashi barks a laugh. “Hah! What was that little rider!? I couldn’t even feel it! Ya gotta give a little more power than that!” I tried kicking a little harder, but it had the same strength. “C’mon little rider! You’re still not quite getting it right. Don’t worry, I can handle it if ya go a little hard! It’s almost endearing ya care so much though!”

The third time must be the charm. I kick slightly harder. He stood silent for a second, and I started to worry maybe that was still too hard. He starts to walk. “Yes! There ya go!” I breathe a sigh of relief. “Now, let’s get runnin’!”

“W-wait! Isn’t it a little too soon for this!?”

He started to trot. “Nah, gotta learn eventually. Might as well be now! Hang on!

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For the past two weeks, he’s been rushing into having me learn things, and it’s easy to tell he has a hard time staying still for long. Oddly enough he loves to jump hurdles. They’re not exactly hurdles though since that isn’t something that was supposed to be taught here. I think he likes I end up leaning closer to his back when he’s jumping. It was easy to tell with time how a lot of people didn’t like him too much. He was able to keep learning pretty fun though. Besides, not many others can say they’ve jumped hurdles on a centaur before. Even Nemuri and the other which I found out is named Shouta were surprised since he hasn’t allowed that with others. Same for him actually sticking around and us hanging out. Usually, he tends to speed off after a few hours of being here.

Like now, we’ve been taking a break and I was laying against his side in the shade of a tall tree in the same pasture I met him in. He decided to lay down for a bit. I know laying on his horse part could be dangerous, but he assured me it would be fine for a bit. It was a really hot day and drained our energy faster than usual. Fortunately, there was a rather strong breeze that helped cool things off. Many others canceled their training for today. There was a peaceful silence between us with the rustle of the leaves of the trees and the pretty freshly cut grass.

“You two seem pretty comfortable over there!” yelled the familiar and teasing voice of Nemuri. Could have sworn Hizashi almost let out a growl as he heard her yell. He quickly grew a large smile on his face again though as she approached and sat next to me. “Whew, pretty hot out here, huh you guys?”

I laugh. “You said it. It must be like a hundred degrees or something.”

She laughed as well. “You’re close! The gauge says it’s about that.”

“Yikes! Well, at least it’s not too humid.”

“Still doesn’t help the sweat everywhere though.”

“True,” She replies and looks towards Hizashi. “Hey, Hizashi, what do you usually do if it gets even hotter out?” He sits up and shrugs. “Usually stay deeper in the forest,” He points his right thumb at himself. “I never let the heat get to me though! If there’s something I want to do, a little heat isn’t gonna slow me down!”

“I don’t doubt it for a second, knowing you in the past two weeks,” I replied. He gave me a cheeky smile. “Aw! I’m touched ya know me so well already!” He hooked his left arm around me and messed with my hair. I tried to push him away. He stopped rubbing my hair, but didn’t let go of my shoulders. He still kept his arm slung around me as he stood up.

Nemuri didn’t stay long as she saw a message come up on her phone and ran off. Hizashi’s smile went into a smirk. “Hey, ya know what we should do for your last day?”

I blinked at him. There was something we haven’t- no, he’s not thinking of that is he? He laughs at my expression. “Yep! Why don’t we do it as a final treat? You’ve got enough experience by now for bareback!”

“Won’t Nemuri get angry about it?”

He shrugged. Well that’s reassuring. “Fine, but you better make sure I don’t fall.” His smile somehow grew bigger than I’ve ever seen it. “Wouldn’t dream of it, little rider!” He almost too enthusiastically dragged me by my arm over to the fence. I climbed up on it high enough to help get on his back.

Getting on, it felt weird. It was hard to keep my balance, and to better it, I tightly gripped his shoulders. I also had to be careful where I was sitting so as to not be on his hair. He started laughing. “Don’t be so worried! I got ya! If you’re so worried though, why not try this instead?” He asks and grabs my arms to wrap around his torso. He seemed to shiver at the touch. “Not close enough,” he mumbled. How is this not close enough? “Hey, why not try your legs too! It could be like…” He seemed to try remembering something for a moment. “Like what you call a piggyback ride!” He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his lower stomach.

It definitely wasn’t the most comfortable thing. A lot of pressure is being put on my lower back. I quickly unwrap my legs from his torso and try to figure out how to keep my balance better the other way. He huffs, but allows it. He does place his arms over mine though.

We practiced that for a few hours, and my back is KILLING me. Guess I still need to work on my form. As I expected, we got quite an earful from Nemuri. It was more in a teasing way though since everything turned out fine.

I was saying my goodbyes and thanks to them. It was now sunset, and it cooled off slightly already. I started to walk away from the entrance gate when Nemuri suddenly yelled for me. “What’s wrong?” She has a giant smirk on her face. “When you get home, there will be a gift from me for you. Just a heads up!” A gift? Why would she give me a gift? “Well, thanks for it!”

“No problem!” She replies as I turn around and continue on my way home. It didn’t take long for me to hear the sound of hooves coming towards me. I turn around and see Hizashi. I was curious as to why he was following. He’s never come this way before.

"Can’t leave ya alone now! Heard there’s been a pack of violent stray dogs around.” I don’t like the rather feral glare he had when he said that.

“So you’re walking me home? That’s fine. It gets pretty lonely anyways. Also, I’m not riding you there though. My back is still killing me from earlier.” He sulked a bit at that. “Alrighty then! How about ya give me your cute hand to keep you close instead then?”

“Sure?...” I give my hand to him, and he immediately interlocks them. He got into a walk that stayed level with mine rather quickly. It was peaceful between us until there was the snarling of dogs and yelling in the distance. Hizashi pulls me closer into his side as the noise of the dogs came closer towards us. In the distance, it was easy to tell they were ragged and scraggly. And definitely not friendly. They stared at us for a second, and started to charge. Hizashi had no trouble rearing up ready to hurt them.

One that had severe burns got the jump on us and bit into my leg. I was able to force it off after a few kicks with my other foot. Hizashi then kicked one of his front legs that crashed into the dog and sent it flying. He glared at the others who seem to be looking for an opening to attack as he lowered himself slightly for me to get on. Despite the pain in my leg and back, I knew the best thing to do is get on his back..

He decked the smaller blond one that went for his chest. After getting on his back, he got back up and landed a harsh kick to the same scarred one that tried to strike again. It didn’t take too long to get to my home in the woods. There was a rather large box in front of my house. It was a pretty big house, and he was able to enter the door by ducking his head. The ceiling was higher so he stood back up. “What are you doing!? You should put me down and wait outs-”

“No. My little rider is hurt so I need to help. I’ll help clean the floor or somethin’ after if that’s your concern. Now, you have those bandage things, right?”

“Yeah, in the bathroom to the right.” He had trouble squeezing between the couch and a chair, so he slightly moved the chair. Entering the bathroom, I leaned over the cupboard and grabbed the first aid kit. I then get off his back and stand on my toilet seat. I nearly fell with the pain in my calf, but Hizashi grabbed me before it happened. He makes me sit down on it and grabs the kit. He was rather confused as to how to open it. I reach over and open it to grab the small bottle of peroxide and bandages. I open the bottle and pour some on my wound. I’ll clean up the floor after.

Hizashi recoils from the peroxide. “What’s that?” The bubbles came up in the wound. “It looks like it’s hurting you more!” He goes to take the bottle. “Calm down! It’s used to help clean the wound from infection!” That eased him a bit. I then wrap the bandages around my leg. Blood seeped through, but it doesn’t seem to be deep enough to need stitches.

Something in him changed as he glared at the blood. “Ya can’t go anywhere without me now.”

“Why not? So We were attacked. You were with me when I was and I still got injured.” He hugged me tightly. “What if I WASN’T there?” He squeezed tighter. “You would have died! I… I can’t lose ya,”

He went quiet for a minute. “Everywhere you go, I’ll be with you now,” He suddenly perks up. “Besides, ya got a new fancy saddle from Nemuri!”

“Way to ruin the surprise.” He noticed what he said. “Oops… Well, gotta test it out tomorrow, huh, my dear little rider?”

I rolled my eyes.

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Idk what to think of this. I wanted the idea of yandere centaur Hizashi, but I don't think I did justice with it. After straining my mind for two weeks, I’m finally done! AKNKCJSHBHJDVb

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hypocrisyofandrewdobson · 4 years

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Alex Ze Pirate Reboot Book 3

Greetings friends. You may remember me from such submissions as Alex Ze Pirate Reboot Pitch and the looser Sequel Book pitch. I've been meaning to write a third entry while under quarantine, but didn't really have anything I liked until recently, when THOAD reblogged the analysis of Sam. Originally, my plan was to make a story more focused on one of the other crew, but instead I'm going to do something different to my normal work and rewrite an established arc instead of coming up with something new.

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Chapter One

We begin at a trading post where Alex is haggling for drinks at a bar, the crew except for Peggy are hanging out there and seem to be in good spirits. Peggy comes in with the mail and hands Sam a letter. Immediately his spirits sink and he starts moping, though no one really pays much attention.

At the end of the night, Sam asks Alex if they could head back to Nina's port so he can take care of some personal business, but after last time, Alex has no interest in returning. Sam then offers to leave and go by himself but gets hit for this and then ordered back to the ship. That night he tries to sneak aboard a lifeboat but discovers Atea drilling holes in them under orders from Alex.

Sam finally explains what's going on. The girl he gave the treasure chest to in the first book, named Jan, is sick, possibly dying, and he wants to go say goodbye. Atea points out that he'd have no idea how to get to the town and probably wouldn't make it on a rowboat. Sam asks Atea to try and convince Alex to give him a ride, which Atea says would never happen. Sam shrugs and walks back into town, looking down, as Atea calls out to him, saying sometimes people don't get what they want.

Chapter Two

A week later, the ship is out to sea. Sam is snappy at first but Alex is having none of it and the rest of the crew aren't all that sympathetic. Soon, another ship comes up beside them. Alex realises they're going to try and board and calls to arms.

Atea hands out the guns as Sam goes below deck to man the cannons. Unfortunately, he preps and fires on the wrong side, so the other ship is able to board. The crew draw swords and fight the attackers, when they're struck by smoke bombs and Alex realises that none other than Nina the Ninja is on the crew.

Nina dashes through the smoke and heads down below deck. Alex tries to go after her but is caught up fighting. As the smoke clears, Nina bursts out of the hold with a sack and runs back to her own ship, calling a retreat. The other crew leaves and Alex wonders what was taken.

Later, after a look through the ship, Atea reports there was no significant damage, Talus reports that the supplies are fine and Peggy reports that none of the treasure was taken. Alex reasons that the sack she saw must have been a trick of the light and that everything's fine. Meanwhile, on the other ship, Nina has Sam.

Chapter Three

The crew finally figures out Sam is gone and realise Nina probably took him to her home port. At first Alex has no interest in getting Sam back, reasoning that it's not worth risking getting arrested again just for the unworthy slob. Her attitude soon changes when everything goes to hell.

As they set their destination, the crew starts to argue over who should do the cleaning as it's getting filthy despite their habits not changing. It becomes clear just how much he did for the crew, not just cleaning but by being a lightning rod for their abuse they never turned on each other.

Realising they need him back to set things in order, they set up a temporary truce and agree to just live in filth since Sam will clean it up when he comes back.

Meanwhile, on Nina's ship, she enters a cabin to see how Sam's doing. He's looking over the letter he got and hoping he can make it to Jan in time. We also learn that *Dun dun dun!* he was the one who contacted Nina so she'd come get him and take him to the orphanage.

Chapter Four

It's been weeks since the main crew has washed anything and the ship is absolutely disgusting. But there is hope, they're a day away from the port town and they can see the other ship in the distance. But they're still wanted crooks and possibly outnumbered. So they get in the fixed rowboat and, as quietly as they can, row out to the ship in the early morning.

The four get on board and try to sneak on, but unfortunately due to the fact that sound carries over water, the other ship knew they were coming and throws them in the brig. Alex demands to see Nina, but Atea points out that Sam isn't in there with them. Alex wonders what's going on, but reasons it won't matter since they'll eventually find him.

The ship reaches port and starts to dock as Peggy reveals he keeps gunpowder in his socks. They blow their way out of the brig, steal some swords and fight their way to the deck, where they see Nina pulling Sam along as they run across the docks.

Chapter Five

Peggy heads back below decks as Atea and Talus deal with the crew. Alex fights her way through and reaches the docks. She calls out for Sam, but he seems to not hear her. Sam and Nina reach the street and are about to turn into an alley, when the building explodes, knocking them to the ground.

Peggy congratulates himself on nailing the shot as Nina and Sam get to their feet. Nina sees Alex coming and yells at Sam that they need to move. Sam sees her and takes off, pointing out there's another way.

The cannon fire has brought the guards attention and when they see Alex, they rightly assume she has something to do with it. She manages to evade the guards and continues chasing, not wanting to let Nina win.

Nina and Sam reach the orphanage, Nina telling Sam to get inside while she holds Alex off. Nina and Alex fight, Nina pointing out how stupid and selfish Alex is being, but Ze Captain will never admit to fault and refuses to listen.

Nina missteps into a pothole and gives Alex an opening to knock her down. Laughing in glee, Alex storms into the orphanage and runs through, shouting for Sam. She finally finds him, kneeling next to a figure covered with a white sheet, with tears in his eyes.

He was too late.

Chapter Six

Alex shuts up, having the decency to look somewhat ashamed. Nina rushes in and sees Sam, realising what happened. Sam mutters than Jan died five minutes previously. This just pisses off Nina, who yells at Alex that if she hadn't delayed them, they would have made it with plenty of time to spare.

Unable to accept fault, Alex fires back that Sam had a duty to the crew when he signed on and knew they couldn't come back without risking capture. She goes on a tirade, insisting this was all Sam and Nina's fault. Nina has had enough and is about to attack, when Sam pleads with them not to do this in front of Jan's body. Out of respect, Nina walks away. Alex does too, but not before telling Sam he has ten minutes and then she expects him to head back to the docks.

Outside, the guards arrest Alex and throw her in a cell with the other three. But they're not worried, they know about Sam's account from the second book and know he'll bail them out again. And he does. He heads to the bank, withdraws enough for bail and heads for the jail, when Nina stops him.

Realising no matter what she says, Sam will probably defend Alex or insist that their friends, Nina tries a different tactic. She offers to bail the crew out herself and tells Sam he should use his money for Jan's funeral. Sam admits he'd rather do this and agrees.

However, she's lying. The crew are sentenced to hard labour, but Alex is in denial throughout the trial, insisting Sam is about to walk through the doors with the money. It never happens, Nina told Sam that the crew would be released in a week.

In the cemetery, a bunch of children who knew Jan lay flowers on her grave as Sam stands there with Nina. Nina walks away to a nearby cliff where she sees the other four being forced onto a prison ship. Alex swears vengeance against Sam and Nina for her predicament and the ship heads off into the sunset.

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I'm wondering whether I went too far with this but I'm considering if I kept writing these that Alex and the others would actually make for an interesting team of villains. Of course, when I finished the book two pitch I thought the next one would be a story where Peggy runs into some old friends and we have his origin in flashbacks connected to the current adventure.

Also, not sure about killing Jan. Maybe I should have said she was pregnant with Sam's kid and that's what causes him to ditch the crew but with Sam, he'd probably try to bring the kid and her along, or try to stay with the crew so he could work to support them.

Anyway, as always let me know what you guys think and thanks for reading my dumb fan fic that I've probably put way more thought into than Dobson ever did. Seeya next time.

“Hey, nice to see a Part 3 from you! As for the story itself, it’s definitely different, but it’s an interesting take on the story, so I think it can work well. And there’s setup for additional tension once Sam finds out that Nina lied to him. Sam not making it in time is definitely a tragic moment, one that could also help him decide to not deal with Alex and crew anymore. On the other hand, him getting them in time to have one last conversation(let’s say a minute or so) could work too, if the girl tells him to be happy or something similar. At any rate, well done with this. I definitely enjoyed reading it!” -THOAD

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katedoesfics · 4 years

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Shadows of the Yiga | Chapter 8

Talon wasn’t around when Link and Aryll got to the ranch, but they made their way into the paddocks, anyway, each retrieving their favorite horse and bringing them into the barn. The old, battered farm truck pulled up in front of the barn as they brushed and saddled the horses. Talon stepped out, grunting and muttering under his breath as his stiff joints cracked. He stretched his arms over his head, then mosied toward them with his rifle in hand. He spat at the ground before entering the barn, acknowledging Link with a nod and tipping his straw hat to Aryll.

“It’s yer day off, Kid,” he said in a gruff voice. “Fact, shouldn’t she be in school?”

“We’re playing hooky,” Aryll said with a wide grin.

“You know,” Link started, “you’re not supposed to announce it to everyone you talk to.”

Aryll rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I’m telling my teachers.”

Talon smiled and nodded. “Right, then. So, yer cleaning dem stalls afta, hm?”

“Link said I could do it,” Aryll said, still grinning over her horse’s back.

“I dun care who does it,” he said. He thrust the rifle into Link’s arms. “Dem bears ‘ave been out ‘n about, yanno. Shoot ‘em ‘fore they get at my cuccos ‘gain.”

Link shrugged and secured the rifle onto the saddle. It wasn’t the first time he had to shoot a bear or two that had wandered onto the property. Link would have allowed them to take a cucco or two, mainly out of revenge, but it would have only made them come back more frequently, and then he’d never hear the end of it from Talon.

“You trust this idiot with a gun?” Aryll said, frowning.

“If ‘e can defeat the great Ganondorf with a sword, I think ‘e can handle a rifle.”

“He can’t shoot himself in the foot with a sword,” Aryll pointed out.

Talon grinned. “Would you ratha I give ‘im a sword, den?”

Aryll seemed to consider her options for a moment.

Talon slapped Link on the back with a wrinkled hand and tipped his hat at them once more. “‘Ave fun, now.” He shot an invisible rifle. “Shoot ‘em dead.”

“Poor bears,” Aryll said as Talon mosied back into his truck. “All they want is dinner.”

“They’ll eat you for dinner,” Link said.

“Beats peanut butter and banana sandwiches,” she said with a shrug.

They brought their horses out of the barn where they both climbed into their saddles. Aryll took a moment to coo to her horse, reaching down to scratch the gelding’s ears as Link and his steed started onward. Her gelding trotted to catch up to his companion, slowing to a walk as he reached his side. His ears and tail flicked happily as they walked.

They followed the path around the open pastures, along the tree line, and eventually into the woods, where they continued to follow various trails as they twisted this way and that. When the path widened and flattened, they broke into a gallop, racing one another. Most of the time, Link let Aryll slip passed him.

She stood in her stirrups, thrusting a fist in the air and whooping loudly in an attempt to rub her victory in Link’s face.

Before long, the trees thinned, and they eventually stepped out of the forest and into a clearing. Rolling hills stretched out into the countryside of Hyrule and to the horizon. To their right, the land sloped downwards toward a dirt road. Beyond the road lay a thick forest, and the mountain range seemed to spring up from the trees. To their left, the land stretched on until it met the edge of Lake Hylia. The lake was far too wide to see beyond it, but somewhere, the highway stretched over the lake, busy with passing motorists oblivious to the landscape that Aryll and Link enjoyed.

It was like a secret only she and her brother knew about, and it quickly became Aryll’s favorite place to escape to. They often rode out to it, letting their horses stretch their legs, galloping along the ridge of the hills, without a care in the world. It didn’t matter who won or lost; it wasn’t a race, but an escape from their own realities.

This time, however, they did not run away from their lives. Instead, they looked out over the landscape as the horses grazed quietly. A gentle breeze blew through their manes and tails and Aryll sighed. It felt like the first time in a long time where she felt relatively at peace. Despite all that had transpired, she and Link had both come out on top, and she was reminded that over the years, they always did. No matter what life threw at them, they always prevailed, and she felt comfort in that. Link would never let it be otherwise. And neither would she.

She turned to her brother, who was no longer enjoying the peace that came with the view, but instead had his nose in his phone, his fingers flying along the screen as he texted. Aryll took out her own phone, flipping through the filters on her camera until she settled on one with dog ears and a tongue. She held it out at arm’s length until Link was in the picture. He glanced up with an annoyed look on his face, and she snapped the picture.

“Mipha says hi,” Link said dryly as he turned back to his phone.

Aryll glanced at him. “You’re texting her?”

“She called Saturday asking about you.”

She pinched her lips together. “Whatcha talkin’ about now?”

“How many kids we’re gonna have.”

Aryll frowned. “I know you’re being a jerk, but I’d be okay with that.” She watched as he snorted and otherwise ignored her comment, recalling the end of the conversation she overheard in the hospital. Link and Kit were talking about some kind of Yiga Clan. She hadn’t thought anything of it then, or the days that followed, but the more she recalled the moment, the more intrigued she became. It seemed a serious topic, or, at least at one point, but Link had blown it off completely.

“So,” she started, keeping her gaze on Link, hoping to catch a reaction from him when she continued. “What’s the Yiga Clan?”

Link’s fingers paused, but his gaze did not move off the screen. He continued the message after a moment, then slipped the phone back in his pocket. He turned his gaze to the horizon. “The Yiga Clan?”

“Yeah,” Aryll said carefully. “I heard you and Kit talking about it in the hospital.”

His brows furrowed. “You mean his crazy conspiracy theories?”

“I thought the Yiga Clan was real,” she said. “Dad mentioned them once or twice, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, the cult of losers, sure.”

Aryll hesitated. “You said they were rogue Sheikah.”

Link’s gaze met hers. He was angry and suspicious with her. After a moment, he turned away. “They’re nothing to worry about.”

“I don’t know,” Aryll said slowly. “Rogue Sheikah sound like a big problem. What do they want? To bring Ganondorf back or something?”

Link hesitated. “There’s nothing they can do to bring him back,” he said. “Not without breaking Zelda’s seal. And there’s no way to do that without…”

“Without?” Aryll pressed.

“Without the Master Sword,” he said simply. It was the truth, anyway. But he was sure that if it came down to it, they could do whatever they wanted if they had another piece of the Triforce to aid them.

“Oh.” Aryll turned her gaze away. She sensed her brother was hiding something more, but she didn’t press further. “Well, that’s good, then. I don’t want you to be a hero anymore.”

“It’s not exactly a job I can quit,” Link muttered.

“Well, if there’s no danger, then there’s no need for a hero, right?”

Link shrugged. “Sure.”

“You have no sword anymore, anyway,” she continued. “You’d be useless.”

“I don’t need a sword to be useful,” Link said.

Aryll glanced at the rifle on his saddle and bit her lip. “I guess,” she said. “Either way, you don’t stand a chance against a rogue Sheikah.”

“Nope,” he said with a sigh.

Aryll frowned. “Are you sure? That they’re not… a problem?”

Link glanced at her. “Don’t you think if we were in danger, I would have done something about it by now?”

“I guess.”

“Don’t listen to Kit’s shit,” Link said. “The war’s been over for ten years. Everything’s fine.”

Aryll nodded. Of course she was being ridiculous. She got herself nervous over nothing. If the world was in trouble, Link would know about it. And he would fix it.

It was just after noon when they returned to the barn. Once the horses were untacked and back grazing in their paddocks, Link and Aryll turned to the task of mucking stalls and otherwise cleaning the barn for Talon. Talon moseyed into the barn a couple hours later as they were finishing up, and he had his hands on his hips as he inspected the barn with a nod.

“Guess I gotta pay ya for the day,” he said gruffly. “Even though ya came in on yer day off.”

“Nah,” Aryll said with a grin. “I did all the work today.”

“So, I gotta pay you?”

Aryll put a hand on the old man’s shoulder and winked. “This one’s on me since I took your horse out.”

“Ah, he could use a lil’ work,” Talon said. “He’s been gettin’ fat out there on that grass all day.”

“Any time,” Aryll said as she dusted her hands together. “I can drive now. Link said I could take his car whenever I want.”

“The actual phrase was ‘over my dead body,’” he reminded her with a sly glare.

“We’re still working on it,” Aryll said with a nudge to Talon. “Someday.”

“Guess I’ll see ya this weekend?” Talon said, tipping his hat to them. “Don’t work too hard there, Kid.”

Aryll let her brother drive on the way home, and Link opted to stop to treat them both to ice cream sundaes before making it home for the evening. Both of their sundaes were much larger than necessary, which made up for the fact that they hadn’t eaten lunch, and it seemed reasonable enough to label it as their dinner, too, as neither of them would feel hungry for the rest of the night.

When they got home, Aryll plopped herself down on the couch, letting her legs hang over one end as she lay against the couch on one side. While Link busied himself with the mail, Aryll flipped through the channels on the tv. After finding nothing of interest, she let it stay on a channel that had soap opera reruns playing and instead occupied herself with her phone.

Still, nothing on it caught her interest, and when Link finally sat beside her with a sigh, she took his phone and decided to flip through his apps.

“There’s nothing weird on here, right?” she asked carefully. She opened his social media apps, and finding nothing of interest, chose to send suggestive emojis to Revali insead. She then moved on to searching the internet, particularly searching for an obscene image to plaster on Link’s background. After saving to his phone a variety of images, from fat, naked men, to pink unicorns, She opened the gallery to select one to make as his new background. She scrolled through the albums in search for the images she downloaded, but a few particular albums caught her attention instead.

One album in particular seemed to have images from years ago. Some of them included Link and Mipha together, while others ranged from Link and Riju posing with laser guns and Revali flipping the camera both middle fingers. Among these were even a young Aryll, and a few of her and her father together. It seemed even then, she felt the need to steal her brother’s phone and put ridiculous pictures on it.

A particular video caught her attention, and she opened the file to play it. A six year old Aryll held the phone out in front of her, making faces at herself and giggling. It shifted and moved violently as she skipped about the room. Her face returned, and her tongue stuck out at the corner of her mouth as she concentrated. The image on the screen flipped to her father leaning against the counter. He looked up from his phone and grinned.

“Stop playing with my phone,” came Link’s voice from somewhere off screen. The camera turned to her older brother, standing in the doorway, his brows kit together in annoyance. Aryll giggled from behind the camera and the video jolted again as she hurried out of her brother’s grasp.

“Argh!” came Link’s voice once more. “What the hell? Stop it!”

The video spun around, revealing Link’s head in his father’s arms as Rusl proceeded to dig his knuckles into his son’s skull. Link squirmed in a desperate attempt to get out of his father’s grasp.

“You’re an immature weasel!” Link shouted.

“No evidence!” Rusl shouted, throwing his hand out in a playful attempt to block the camera. Link took advantage of his dropped stance and freed himself. He rubbed his head with his hand and frowned as Aryll giggled.

“I think he lost some brain cells,” Aryll’s voice said.

Rusl grinned. “How can he possibly lose any more? There’s nothing in there!”

The camera dropped and Aryll giggled as her father scooped her up, and the video ended. Aryll held her gaze on it for a moment with a smile, then closed the gallery, completely forgetting her mission to plaster ridiculous images all over her brother’s phone. She let it drop to the couch and sat up, pulling her knees to her chest.

“I’m glad you let me steal your phone all the time,” she said. “And you kept everything.”

Link had been watching her at the corner of his eyes. He turned his gaze back on the tv. “That’s not true,” Link said. “I deleted all the poop emoji pictures you downloaded.”

Aryll grinned. “I forgot I was obsessed with those.”

“You were a weird child,” Link said. “It was mildly concerning.”

Aryll threw a pillow at him. “That’s because I grew up in a weird family.”

“For the record, I was completely normal.”

“Yes, because having the spirit of a hero and a magic triangle on your hand is totally normal.” She rolled her eyes.

“And I still managed to barely skate by in high school,” he reminded her. “Totally normal.”

“Totally lazy.”

“I saved the world. How does that make me lazy?”

“Is that on your resume?”

“Right between barely passed high school and college dropout,” Link said dryly.

“Employers must have been throwing themselves at you.” She sighed and got to her feet. “Speaking of passing high school. I do have finals next week I need to study for.” She offered him a crooked smile. “Thanks for today.”

“Sure.” Link watched his sister leave the room. When she was gone, he trudged into the kitchen, pulling a beer from the fridge. He popped the top, tossed the bottle cap on the counter, and dropped back onto the couch to zone out in front of the tv.

*****

Kohga stood on the cliff just outside of the hidden base, overlooking the vast, empty desert. He had heard Dorian’s approach, but offered the Yiga soldier no greeting. Dorian stood a few yards away from the Yiga leader in silence, making no effort to move any closer, waiting for him to speak. And he did.

“The ward remains over the city,” Kohga said. “All these years it has held strong. But I’m not surprised. Even in her aging years, Impa has remarkable abilities.” He glanced over his shoulder at Dorian. “I would have preferred it if you had killed her when I asked, but I can’t say I didn’t understand your resilience. You’ve gathered a lot of intel from within the city walls. And it seems you were right, afterall. My patience has paid off.” He turned to look back out over the desert. “I knew it would be next to impossible to get my hands on Zelda, but it seems Link has finally come out from the shadows, just as I hoped he would. The ward is strongest inside the city. Every time he leaves those boundaries, it grew weaker around him. My men have found him at last. We can finally get our hands on the great Chosen Hero and his little piece of the Triforce.”

“Zelda will look for him,” Dorian confirmed with certainty. “I cannot promise she will be alone, however.”

“I am not concerned about those Champions,” Kohga said, blowing him off with a wave of his hand. He looked over his shoulder at Dorian once more and grinned. “Are you?”

“Of course not.”

“Good,” Kohga said with a nod. “I know you will be able to finish them just as you did Rusl. They will hardly be a hindrance in our plan. It’s only a matter of time before we have the Triforce in our possession. I am confident we will be able to use it to its full potential and revive Ganondorf once more. And I will have much pleasure in turning Hyrule’s Heroes against them.” He turned to face Dorian completely. “You have done well, Dorian. Keep up your appearances with Impa and Roham. Should anything more of note transpire, do be sure to let me know, hm?”

#soty #soty8 #shadows of the yiga #loz #botw #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #fic #fanfic

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bettydice · 5 years

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For the tarot prompt: the fool (Hawke and Fenris?).

the fool: innocence, playfulness, recklessness; “Let’s go on an adventure!”

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“I just want to repeat that I consider this to be a very foolish endeavour, Hawke.”

“And I shall, once again, assure you that there’s nothing to worry about, my darling.”

She’s not even looking at him while she says that, too occupied with trying to lace up her dress on her own. Fenris has observed Hawke in plenty of precarious situations and has seen her display an often frightening amount of focus and finesse while fighting with her daggers or disarming traps. A focus and finesse she refuses to use for literally anything else. Well. Except for in bed, he supposes. And lacing up dresses, apparently. He couldn’t have known that last one, since this is the first time he has ever seen her wearing one.

He crosses the room to help her with the laces, as his own change of clothes was dealt with disappointingly quick. Rough, brown trousers. A rough, slightly less brown shirt. Hawke sends a relieved smile his way and happily lets him take over, occupying her hands instead with the important task of reaching behind her to try and muss up Fenris’ hair. He can’t focus on the lacing across her back as well as avoiding her searching hands, so he lets her ruffle.

“There, done. Now I know why you never wear these, it’s a miracle your impatience let itself be tied up like this even once.”

As soon as he’s finished speaking, he knows what her next words are going to be and his lips are twitching with fond exasperation as she opens her mouth.

“I thought you knew how much I liked being tied up, in fact, I remember a time, oh, a mere fortnight ago where—”

Fenris quickly moves to her front, so he can take her face between his hands and kiss her. She’s warm and pliant beneath him, eagerly opening up as his tongue brushes her lower lip. Here, in this moment, they are unhurried and he cherishes the knowledge, deepening the kiss until they’re both breathing heavily.

“Mmm… I take it you like the dress?”

Hawke does a terrible approximation of a curtsy, hiking the skirt up to her knees in the process.

“It is… Well, it’s certainly… It reminds me of… You know that vegetable seller in Lowtown… I think he uses a similar cloth to store some of his produce.”

“Now listen ‘ere, ye daft twonker, Ah’m not wearin’ a bloody potato sack!”

Hearing her speak the way he’s only heard while she was considerably inebriated and at the point where she started draping herself over other’s shoulders and laps, it takes him by surprise. He’s charmed and laughing at her but… Memories of a crowded Hanged Man begin to stir in his heart: the smell of cheap ale and cheaper whisky, the sound of Merrill’s sparkling laughter and Isabela’s purring, Varric smiling and observing them from behind his cards, Aveline drunk and asleep against Donnic’s chest, Anders rushing in late and…

It seems that she can sense the direction his thoughts have taken and her smile falters.

“We shall see them again.” Today it’s his turn to say this and as always, he doesn’t add ‘Those that are still alive.’ It is why they are here, after all. Trying to survive, so they can, too. Hawke acknowledges it with a brisk nod and then puts her smile back on her face. He tries to do the same.

“Are you ready to see Lothering, my beautiful lover?”

“No one has ever looked beautiful in these clothes, I’m sure.” Fenris looks down and snorts. “Are these some of those torn trousers you kept finding and keeping in Kirkwall, for some unknowable reason?”

“Of course not!” She pats his cheek and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I got these clothes from the Lost and Found bin here in the inn.”

Fenris feels itchy.

“Still… are you sure we should be walking around the hometown of the Champion?”

Hawke smiles, despite the fact that they’ve talked this over several times already. Well, at first, they’d argued about it. And he’d eventually agreed, sensing how much she wanted to return, see everything again. See it with him at her side, so she’s not alone for it.

“Yes, I am sure.” She cards her fingers through his hair as she begins rattling off the familiar reasoning and he leans into her touch. “I’m basically best friends with Alistair who is a Grey Warden and married or something to THE Warden who is also a dwarven princess, Maker, what a woman, do you remember her, I love her! Anyway, they’re like best friends with Queen Anora, so we’ll always know about Templar movements and Bethy is safe with the Wardens, as long as she doesn’t bloody join them, fuck, it’s exactly the thing she’d do, if I come back there to find her sniffing around for Darkspawn, I swear by Andraste’s tits that I’ll make her vomit until whatever Grey Warden magic has turned her has been barfed right back up. Though I have to make sure Poppy isn’t around then, that bloody dog just can’t help but to lick up even the most disgusting things, do you remember that time Ave—”

“Hawke.”

She bites her lip and gives him a sheepish smile.

“It’ll be fine.”

“Exactly! That’s what I’ve been telling you!”

He rolls his eyes and then takes her hand, interlocking their fingers.

“Shall we go then? How did you put it? Just ‘two simple peasants strolling through, enjoying the countryside’.”

“Aye, mester, tha giddit in ‘un, well dun!”

“Are you going to keep talking like that the entire time.”

Of course she is and once again he smiles, before he hears her reply. He presses a kiss against the back of her hand and then lets her drag him out of the door, towards her past and their future.

#snippetsrus #fenris/hawke #f!hawris #fenris #dragon age 2 #apologies for the 'country slang'#this took way too much thinking about my post-game headcanon than the word count justifiey #oh well #betty drabbles #thx for the prompt!

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beanfic · 5 years

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Summertime Sadness - Ch. 10

Word count: 2369

Warnings: Underage drinking & smoking, language, angst, and some sexual scenes.

Author’s note: Don’t hate me, please :) Also for the song suggestions, I have like three songs that go well with three different sections but I don’t know how to make it like matchup because everyone has different reading paces but I’ll just put them and try to put when the “scenes” start, I guess? (sorry this is like a new thing for me lmao, I just want people to get the experience I get when I write them)

Song suggestions: *before the party*: All Time Low by Jon Bellion

*The party*: We Cant Stop by Miley Cyrus

*After truth or dare*: Ashes - part 2 by The Struts

“Do you have the alcohol?” you asked Johnny who was setting up the downstairs for the party. You were busy filling bowls up with different chips and snacks.

“I have the stuff to make jungle juice here, but my buddy Eric is bringing the beers,” he mumbled as he tried to hang up black lights.

“I can’t believe you actually bought black lights, that’s so extra.”

“I want this party to be sick!”

“It will be sick!” you mocked him, throwing a chip at him. His eyes glared down to where you were standing.

“What time will Josh be over?”

“I told you, he’s coming in like fifteen minutes.”

“But why? The party doesn’t start until nine tonight and it’s only seven.”

“Because I want to spend time with my boyfriend?” You shocked yourself by calling him that because it was the first time the word boyfriend had left your mouth.

“Speaking of him, I think he’s here early,” Johnny nodded to the knocking at the door. You headed over and opened it up to reveal a smiling Josh. He had a baseball cap on and his curly brown hair was poking out, and his tattoos contrasted with his white t-shirt.

“Hey, Y/L/N” he grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a long kiss.

“Hey to you too, Dun,” you smirked.

“Can you guys like not have sex in front of me?” Johnny joked, walking over to say hi to Josh.

“Johnny! We went to high school together, right?” Josh held his hand out for a handshake.

“The one and only,” your brother shook his hand way longer than he needed to.

“You want any help setting up?” Josh asked him.

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Okay, then we are going to go upstairs,” you grabbed Josh’s hand and pulled him upstairs.

“Be safe,” your brother teased from downstairs.

“Ignore him, he’ll get used to you eventually,” you whispered to Josh. You showed him your bedroom, which wasn’t as clean as it could have been.

“You must really like poetry?” Josh looked at your bookcase full of poetry books.

“Yeah, whenever I get bored I just pick one up.”

“That’s really cool!” Josh sat next to you on your bed.

“You excited for the party tonight?” you asked him.

“I’m more excited that I get to spend the night here!” he kissed your forehead. Tonight would be your first sleepover with Josh.

“Yeah, but I plan on getting shit faced tonight so don’t try to start any funny business, Dun!” you pointed your finger at him, only causing Josh to chuckle.

“I would never take advantage of you, plus I plan on getting shit faced as well since I don’t have to drive home!”

“Good!” you leaned in and gave Josh a long kiss. You could feel Josh’s hand move from your waist down to your thigh. “What do you think you’re doing?” you whispered mid-kiss.

“Just testing the waters,” he joked, placing his hand back on your lower back. “Come here,” he grabbed your body and pulled you so you were straddling him.

“You’re so naughty,” you giggled as he kissed your neck.

“And you love it,” he whispered back in between kisses.

“I need help!” Johnny came barging into your room, making you accidentally knee Josh as you threw yourself off of him.

“Jonny, what the fuck!” you screamed at him and then moving your attention to Josh who was kneeling on the ground, holding himself.

“I think you broke my penis,” he cried out.

“Shit, sorry. Come downstairs when you fix his dick,” Johnny quickly shut the door and you could hear him run back downstairs.

“I’m so sorry, Josh! I didn’t mean to!” you tried to help him sit up but he still stayed laying on the ground in the fetal position.

“I was so hard and your knee hit it in just the right angle holy shit it hurts,” he cried out.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he grunted, sitting up and wiping his eyes which were watering.

“Maybe we should just go down and see what Johnny needs help with,” you suggested helping Josh stand up.

“I don’t know if I can look your brother in his face though.”

“He could have walked in on something much worse, don’t worry.”

You both walked downstairs to find Johnny struggling to set up the Bluetooth speaker he had also gotten for the party.

“If we can’t get it to work, we can just use the CD player,” you suggested.

“But I want this so I can play my iPod!”

“Here, let me see if I can try to help,” Josh offered, heading over and starting to mess with the chords. After a few minutes, the music started to play out of the speakers.

“Hey thanks, man!” Johnny gave him a high five. You were glad that they were starting to get along, especially after what had happened.

The next couple of hours were spent helping Johnny make the finishing touches on the decorations. You were surprised by how good it looked. He had the black lights set up, and music blasting. He made jello shots and had two different pitchers with two different kinds of jungle juice.

One was fruit punch with vodka, and the other was orange juice and vodka. There was also a lot of beer and wine coolers that his friends brought over. Slowly people started to arrive, and the house quickly became filled with the skunky scent of weed and the sound of excited voices.

“Mariah’s here!” you heard Josh announce as he brought you your second drink of the night.

“Mar! I haven’t seen you in like forever!” you squeezed her with your arms in a huge hug.

“There’s no way you are already tipsy, Y/N.”

You shrugged, “Blame Josh, he brought me this drink!” you giggled.

Josh raised his hands in defense, “She said she wanted to get shit faced!”

“Oh my goodness, Y/N.” Mariah rolled her eyes as she headed to the kitchen to get a drink. You then noticed that your other friends were here too, Becca and Grace. They also invited some other friends.

“There are more people here than I was expecting,” Johnny came up to you and whispered.

“And?”

“I don’t want to get the cops called on us!”

“Stop worrying so much and enjoy yourself!” you giggled chugging the rest of your drink. You headed over to the rest of your friends to see what they were up to.

“Do you have any drinking games, Y/N?” this girl you recognized from your high school asked.

“Not really, sorry guys.”

“That’s okay, we can just make our own game!” this other girl spoke.

“We should play truth or dare!” Mariah suggested. Everyone thought it was a good idea, and you were already too drunk to say no.

“Okay, I’ll go first, Y/N, truth or dare?” Mariah asked you.

“Um, truth!” you said shyly.

“Okay, what is your favorite part about Josh?”

You looked up at Josh who was smiling down at you, “Definitely his eyes when he smiles or the way the drums when he drives. He’s just caring and amazing.”

“Aw thanks,” Josh wrapped his arm around your shoulder, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Gross, but cute,” Mariah joked. “Okay Y/N, your turn!”

“Okay, Josh, truth or dare?”

He wrinkled his nose as he thought hard about his decision, “Dare.”

“Okay, I dare you to go take three jello shots right now.”

“Easy!” He grabbed three of the jello shots, and you watched him plop each one in his mouth. Everyone turned and looked at him with their jaws dropped. It wouldn’t be long until those would hit him.

“Okay, Josh your turn!”

“Okay, Um, Mariah? Truth or dare!”

“Truth!”

“Okay, what’s your biggest secret?”

“Oh jeez, I don’t know? Maybe that I used to send nudes to the entire basketball team in high school?” she announced.

“Mariah,” you shoved your face into your hand, embarrassed by what she said.

“So now I see why Tyler was interested in you,” Josh slurred as the shots hit him fast.

“Okay, my turn!” Mariah exclaimed. You noticed that your cup was empty, so you ended up heading back to to the kitchen to refill it, and on the way, you got stopped by Jonny once again.

“How’s the party?” he asked, the smell of beer wafting off of his breath.

“It’s fine!”

“That’s good, can you make sure people don’t smoke in the living room?”

“Yep, sure thing,” you words slurred.

“You should maybe slow down on the drinks, lil sis,” he chuckled as he patted the top of your head. You rolled your eyes and stumbled back to the room where the game of truth or dare was happening.

“Hey what did I miss?” you asked practically skipping into the room with your freshly filled cup but what you saw made you halt. “What the fuck?” In front of you stood Josh’s mouth tongue dancing with another girl. His hands were dancing around her back and you couldn’t do anything but drop your cup all over you causing the juice to splash. The sound made Josh break from the kiss and look over to you in a panic, and he stumbled back almost falling over.

“Y/N, it’s just a dare!” Mariah announced but you shot her a dirty look.

“Y/N, wait.” Josh tried to grab your arm, but you pulled away from him, tears clouding your vision.

“What the fuck, Josh. Seriously, what the fuck?”

“Y/N it was a dare, please, it didn’t mean anything! Mariah dared the girl to make out with me.”

“I don’t give a fuck, Josh. You should have said no? Do I mean nothing to you?” you cried out, with your voice cracking at the end. The sound of you screaming made Johnny come over to see what was going on.

“What happened, Y/N?” he asked. Once he noticed you were crying he pulled you in for a hug and looked over to Josh with daggers. “What the hell did you do, Josh?”

“I didn’t-”

“He made out with some other chick,” you sobbed into your brother’s shirt. The alcohol and your emotions were not mixing well. Your head got shaky and the room started to spin again, signaling that you were about to be sick.

“Y/N, I said I’m sorry.”

“I want everyone to leave. I want Mariah to leave!” you screamed, running to the bathroom to throw up. Johnny hurried after you and held your hair up as you emptied the contents of your stomach.

“Y/N, are you okay? Do you want Josh to leave?”

You shook your head, “He’s drunk, I don’t want him driving.”

“Okay, I’ll go tell everyone else to leave.”

“No, don’t end your party. I just want Mariah and those girls to leave,” you tried to control your sobs but you couldn’t. Your brother held you until you felt ready to leave the bathroom. “I thought he loved me, how could he do this to me.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N/N, I’ll go tell them to leave,” he whispered. He opened the bathroom door to see Josh standing outside.

“Y/N,” he slurred. You walked past him, ignoring him.

“Mariah, I need you and your friends to leave. Now.” Johnny ordered them once he found them all huddled in the kitchen. You stayed close behind your brother avoiding eye contact with anyone.

“What?” Mariah tried to argue but Johnny walked over to the door that was attached to the kitchen and held it open for them. You stood off to the side and watched your so-called friends, and the other girls from your high school walk out, shaking their heads with frustration.

“Thank you, Jonny,” you sniffled. You could feel that Josh was still standing behind you but all you wanted to do was go lay down in bed. The room was still spinning, and you wanted to let out of the tears you were hiding inside.

“Of course, little sis. Do you want me to take you upstairs?” he asked and you nodded. He wrapped his arm around you and helped carry your drunk self up to your bedroom.

“Let me know if you need anything, I’ll be downstairs with my friends,” he said before closing your bedroom door. You got changed into pajamas and laid in your bed, allowing the sobs to come back violently.

You didn’t understand why he would do something like that. Why he would tell you that he was falling in love with you, just to go and make out with another girl. Not even a simple kiss, but a full-on makeout session. And in your house?

The image of his lips crashing down on the girls, and his hands dancing around her hips replayed in your head but you tried to think about anything else. You closed your eyes and started to count to maybe trick yourself into falling asleep but it was not working.

The sound of your door opening slowly made you snap your eyes open, but you didn’t have to sit up to know that it was Josh. You could tell by the sounds of his footsteps and how he walked. He was trying to be quiet.

“Y/N,” he whispered. You ignored him and pulled the covers more over your head. You felt the weight of his body lay next to you on your bed, and his hand started to play with your hair.

“You kissed her,” you softly sobbed.

“I know, and I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am.”

“Is this what you meant when you didn’t want to hurt me?” you turned over to stare Josh in his eyes. He must have noticed how red your eyes were from crying because his thumb went straight to your cheek to wipe your tears away.

“I never wanted to hurt you, Y/N. Please forgive me.”

“I can’t, at least, not right now,” you whispered. You turned back over and closed your eyes once again to try to fall asleep.

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vivienne-strongarm · 5 years

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My dudes, it is time for some character development (after I realised Viv didn’t have a character). So I will be writing in the 1500 challenge (1500 words, on a character event inspired by each of these 9 pics), and I have an actual character development sheet. (Big thanks to @carina-go-lightlee for putting the idea of the 1500 challenge on my dash in the first place - go check hers out!)

This is certain to change as time goes on, but for now, meet Viv!

Name: Vivienne ‘Viv’ Strongarm Age: 23 Gender: Non-binary (they/them pronouns) Sexuality: Big gay Race: Irish Appearance Hair: Copper-red, long, most of the way down their back. Usually at least part-braided at the temples. Viv pulls it back into a knot when they have to concentrate. Eyes: Blue Skin: Pale, they’ve got that Irish glow (meaning they burn in 5 minutes flat when the sun is shining). Freckles across their shoulders and arms, a few on their face too. Height: 5’4’’ Build: Viv is fairly fit and slim, with a flattish chest (they don’t often need a binder or bra to hold everything where it should be). They’re lean but with muscles, especially their arms and shoulders. Distinguishing marks: Viv is covered in scars, the legacy of a childhood spent climbing trees, annoying cats and an adult life helping their father as a carpenter. A tattoo of a bow and arrow is on the inside of their upper right arm, and a curled design of wildflowers and ferns on their left hip. Piercings: Four in their left ear (lobe and second lobes, and two helix), three in their right (lobe, second lobe, one helix). One of the helixes has a bar, the other two engraved silver rings, whilst the lobes tend to have small gemstone studs. Clothing: Viv’s keyword when it comes to clothing is ‘practical’, closely followed by ‘tough’. Jeans and leggings are their go-to, coupled with plain-ish tops that don’t show the dirt. Dark, rich colours are their favourite, and they’re not opposed to showing a little skin, but at the end of the day, they want a) something they can move in and b) something where people won’t mess with them. Viv’s got a lotta anxiety, and clothing is part of their armour.

Personality and backstory Likes: Sunshine, thunderstorms, wildflowers, the sea, forests, singing the songs they grew up with. They love archery and riding fast, being free in the open. They love their friends, and feeling safe enough to let their guard down. Dislikes: Cities, being boxed in, rigidity, rules for the sake of rules. Spiders (and bugs generally). Being mocked or patronised. Hobbies: Archery, axe-throwing, photography, watercolour painting, reading. Long walks, being out in nature, swimming. General demeanour: Viv probably comes across as borderline-rude when you first meet them – they’re wary, which comes out as one-word sentences and glaring (Viv’s very good at glaring). However, it’s just that being non-binary, they’re used to judgements and people mocking them, but once Viv knows they have someone’s respect, then the guard comes down. They can be sweet, kind and fiercely loyal (so long as you don’t mind the loyalty coming with a helping of sarcasm). They’re quick to act, logical and stubborn, which has got them into a few messes in the past, but they can (usually) talk their way out of it. Backstory: Viv grew up at the base of the Wicklow Mountains near Kildare, Ireland, with their parents and their older brother, Felix. They went to study sociology at university in Edinburgh, and when they came home, they reunited with their childhood crush, Niamh, and started working alongside their father as a carpenter, making furniture. Everything ticked along nicely for a year or so, until Viv confessed to Niamh that they were non-binary. Unable to get her head around it, Niamh rejected Viv and left them broken-hearted. In a tiny village it was all too easy to bump into her, so Viv took the opportunity to move to Jorvik, to lead trail rides over the summer for Moorland Stables. They only planned on staying a few months, but by the end of summer they’d met the Soul Riders, the Keepers, and had fallen in love with being in a place where no one judged them for who they were. And there was the small matter of a magical prophecy to sort out… Magic: Viv’s speciality is storms. Wind, rain, thunder and lightning – that’s where their real talent lies. A short burst of magic, and their hands flare with blue fractures, lightning coursing through their veins; Longer bursts illuminate their whole body, and as you stare into Viv’s eyes, the only points of darkness as the crackling builds, you realise – you’re fucked. Viv’s worked a lot with Alex to try and control their magic (not that either of them have objected to these sessions) and while they still lose control sometimes, they haven’t accidentally electrocuted James in ages.

Lifestyle Occupation: Viv’s now a shipbuilder by trade, working in Mistfall alongside Sigry Varanger (who finds time to teach Viv whilst she’s not attending to her mayoral duties). Lives at: South Hoof, in a small cottage on the edge of the Hightower Farm. They should live closer to their work, but it’s a nice enough ride over in the mornings, and besides, South Hoof feels like home. The wind and rain might put some people off, but Viv loves it. Friends: Viv’s a bit short on friends – they tend to hold back and back off from people a lot of the time, too worried about being hurt again, but they took an instant liking to Rania Varanger (which is good, considering how much she hangs around the workshop). The Soul Riders immediately befriended them as well – Viv was worried about whether they’d fit into a ‘sisterhood’, but it turns out that’s not an issue. Relationships: Viv and Alex have been tentatively dating for a couple months now. All those training sessions created an electric (I’m sorry) feeling between them, and they finally started dating after Alex pushed Viv over the walls of Fort Pinta. They’re perfectly suited for each other – bold, quick to laugh, devoted, but Viv provides that bit of restraint and down-to-earth-ness that Alex lacks.

Horse Name: Stormsong Breed: Mustang Appearance: Blue roan, with one white sock on her back hoof and a narrow snip on her forehead. Personality: Gentle towards Viv, standoffish with others. She’s proud and likes to be listened to – which is a shame, because Viv has a tendency to jump into things. Stormsong tempers that urge, sometimes literally dragging Viv away from situations by their collar. Viv and Stormsong trust each other implicitly, and no one could come between them. How they met: When Viv first arrived on Jorvik, Justin was a bit puzzled – he has a knack of finding the perfect horse for each rider, but he couldn’t find one for Viv. He eventually paired them up with a dun pinto Jorvik Warmblood, Cloudchaser, and they got on well enough, with Viv eventually purchasing him. However, a few weeks later, Justin came in, very excited, and asked Viv to visit Marley’s farm with him, where a group of mustangs had just arrived. The herd had been rounded up and was originally intended for slaughter, but they were rehabilitated by a charity and a few sent to Jorvik. Justin had seen them arrive, and knew that Stormsong was right for Viv. After some persuasion, Viv mounted up – and realised they never wanted to get out of the saddle again. They immediately bought Stormsong, and they’ve been inseparable since.

#wow look at that actual #character development #oc: viv strongarm #Stormsong #1500 challenge

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badbtsfanficreviews · 5 years

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Hiiii… *has lost all will in life since the porn ban on this hell site*

The Sobi and Taekook Agenda

by min kassi

(ps. don’t send hate to the author)

Take me laser tagging and then push me into a corner and kiss me. Then shoot me and walk away.

Aw how adorable.

HOSEOK POV

So, i’m not really sure if that’s like acceptable and all but i’m not really sure how I feel about this “[CHARACTER’S NAME] POV”.

I can't believe Yoongi-hyung is already 24! It feels like soon enough he'll be leaving to do his military service, I don't want him to leave.

Me too bitch, the fuck?

He had wanted to stay home for his birthday, but I somehow persuaded him into letting us go and play laser tag to celebrate. I don't know why, but he always seems more, lenient, with me.-

That’s because he’s whipped

-He's never missed an opportunity to snap at the other members, fans trying to call him Yoongrumps, Grandpa Yoons, and the dad of the group, but he always is different towards me.

Ah, come on. Yoongrumps? That man is a f**king softie.

Oh well, I can't wait to play laser tag! Our schedules are so crowded with the Wings tour and our comeback, that it's nice to get a break to celebrate moments like this.

~TIME SKIP~

You do know that you can work the time skip in the text right?

We were hanging out in one of the party rooms, closing the door so we could take off our masks.

Masks??? You guys wear masks???? What??

The ceiling was lined with helium balloons, but one of them ended up sinking down. We decided to have fun by passing the balloon back and forth. After a while, it was running low on helium, so we just sucked the rest out and messed around with our high voices.

Playing with helium is on my bucket list.

Eventually, after eating some food and drinking some soda, one of the staff members came to give us the tutorial for the game.-

*imitating James Charles* Hi Sisters! Today i’m giving a tutorial on how to play this game called lasertag!

- Our first round was a "free for all", so we were all on our own.

Everyone playing individually is called “free for all”? Oh well, i’m assuming the person has gone to laser tag and knows this shit better than me.

We all put on our vests, grabbed our guns, and headed into the waiting room. All of our guns had different names on them. Jungkook had The Ape, Taehyung had Gremlin, Jimin had Spyder, Namjoon had Commando, I had Blindside, Yoongi-hyung had Vampire, and Jin-hyung had KingKong.

B*tch it’s King Kong. (Why do all guns have different names?)

We all stood there in the waiting room while the staff member explained the type of game this one was, our vests and guns flashing red and blue.

There are different types of games? The vests flashes in different colours? Wow i’m learning a lot.

After the rules were explained, she pressed a button, a large buzz erupted from the speakers, and the game began.

We had 10 seconds with our shields on to hide and prepare. After 10 seconds, my shield turned off My heart was drumming against my chest, the room silent except for the occasional vibration of shot vests. I stuck my head out a window, and nearly got shot by Tae.-

No shade but when writing a story you don’t really use someone’s nickname unless that person is going in a spiral about the person and saying a lot of different names associating them but that’s none of my business.

- I quickly went and shot him and Jungkook at the same time while I ducked to find a different hiding spot. Can't stay here too long.

No you can’t this is a war zone, you gotta keep your head in the game.

YOONGI POV

I'm glad I allowed Hoseok to drag us here. It was so much fun playing. I was at a good angle to get Jin-hyung and Namjoon, so I fired quick shots at their backs and waited to shoot them again. It was hilarious watching their confusion because they couldn't see me.

I guess that I should have been given Blindside.

You just said you shot two people succesfully without them even knowing you did and you’re saying you should have been given another gun? Yoongi can you be a little more grateful?

The 15 minutes went by quicklyl (since the grammar so far has been decent i’ll let you off the hook with this one), and the first game was over before we knew it, We signed out, taking off our vests. Hoseok was smiling like a horse-

Oh my god really? I thought he smiled like the f**king sun like the sweet cinnamon roll he is.

-, and the youngest two were laughing their heads off.

The scores were revealed: I was first, Taehyung was second, and Jungkook was third. I won.

Yeah I think we all got the clue.

We were all cheering as we relaxed before the next game.

~TIME SKIP~

For the last F**KING time you can work that in the TEXT

Hoseok and I switched guns this time.

YOU GOT IN FIRST PLACE WITH VAMPIRE HOW DARE YOU.

This round we were playing teams, we managed to persuade manager- nim to play so the teams were even.

My team was Jungkook, Jimin, Jin-hyung, and l. The other team was manager-nim, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Taehyung.

I don’t really understand the korean mushed together with english in fanfics, especially when they’re set in like America or other parts of the world that isn’t South Korea and uses the whole formal stuff.

We were told the new rules, and the game begun.

Rules: Vampire is the coolest, rules r dum, loudest scream wins, betrayal is 4 bad bitches only.

Luckily, Namjoon kept doing "friendly fire"-

What the f**k is even friendly fire.

- to Taehyung, so their team lost a lot of points. I caught Namjoon as usual, but nobody dared to shoot at manager-nim, He didn't try to shoot at any of us either, so it was fair.

Screw the Korean society system, when you’re in lasertag all of you are starved dogs.

Another 15 minutes passed, and the game was over. Unsurprising, we won by a landslide, Jungkook and I shooting the most. Hoseok and Taehyung shot the most for their teams, but it wasn't enough to declare them victorious.

Until the next game.

DUN DUN DUN.

~TIME SKIP~

FOR THE LAST F**KING TIME-

"The next game is Stealth. This is another free for all, but it's going to be different. The only time your vest will light up is if you've been hit. Now, it's going to be a bit darker in there, so be careful" the staff member informed.

"Alliance?" I offered my hand to Hoseok.

"Alliance," Hoseok smiled, shaking my hand.

Little did we know that we'd be separated the second the game began.

"What the hell? My vest is still lit up," Namjoon shouted.

We all noted that ours all were still lit up also. A minute later, the staff member walked down the center aisle, green lights on her vest, announcing an error with the system. The next game will be stealth.

If it’s the name of the game maybe capitalize that S you communist.

Hoseok ducked to where I was hiding. I initially shot him before realizing who it was. We both went and shot the staff member before she left, laughing at her look of annoyance.

We went through the rest of the game together, and ended up tying for first.

Stealth would be our final game.

~TIME SKIP~

Stealth did work this time. Hoseok and I didn't alliance this time, so I thought that I'd have some fun with it.

I could see his outline, he was running passed, and I took my chance.

He was running passed?

HOSEOK POV

I shot 4 of them at once, then darted to make my escape while they weren't able to shoot. I was running towards the far corner partition, until someone grabbed my shoulders and pinned me against the wall.

Oh seksi ;)

I was about to scream, but I felt a pair of lips meet mine in the darkness. I felt my chest vibrate as the figure walked away.

Pick up your call Yoongi it’s Hoseok’s heart calling you.

I checked my gun.

Tagged by Blindside

Yoongi kissed me.

YOONGI POV

I silenced his scream by kissing him. Not long after he started kissing me back, I shot him and walked away.

His chest lit up, and I couldn't hide my smirk.

Don’t worry the dark does it for you.

I won the game.

Congrats Grandpa, your first win after all these years of backpains.

I don’t really know guys, apart from the “TIME SKIP” and “HOSEOK POV” and the subtle belief of stereotypes I don’t really know. Also, for some reason first point of views in fanfics really rubs me the wrong way? Don’t know the reason for that, it’s unknown.

I was listening to Dja Dja by Aya Nakamura when giving this fanfic a review.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #sope #sobi #yoonseok #min yoongi #jung hoseok #suga #jhope #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #park jimin #jeon jungkook #v #jin #rm #jungkook #jimin

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elizaxspears · 6 years

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If you're still taking requests, can I request a slingphries prompt where it is early in Eric and alan's relationship and Alan is insecure about himself and thinks Eric might get bored of him and dump him?

Hi anon! I hope I was able to fill your request and I hope you like it! ^^

Alan could stare. Could stare and stare and never get tired of the view in front of him. How he managed, him, probably—in his own words—one of the most boring reapers to walk in and out of the office, to be the object of his affections, it always served to get his heart beating.

Something else also set his heart beating but it was never the good kind of heart flutter. It was the kind that made his chest hurt. He trusted Eric, that was not up for discussion. Eric had gone to many parties but always came home sober and without the guilt of a mistake weighing him down.

He knew, deep down he knew, Eric was just having friendly conversation with one of the woman from spectacles. She clearly had other motives but any advances she tried, Eric brushed off. He still smiled; that devilishly handsome smile, which probably didn’t help deter her from trying to flirt with him.

Alan removed himself from the break room then. He knew he was overreacting, he had absolute faith in Eric. What he didn’t have faith in, was himself. They’d only been a couple for barely a month; a committed relationship still new to the blonde, a relationship at all still new to Alan. For the first week, Alan was dubious of every action, every kiss, every hug. For someone like Eric to choose him as their partner, there must have been an ulterior motive. Perhaps Eric had been dared by a few of his friends; maybe this was just a pity relationship. Thoughts like that continued to roll around in his head until two weeks passed. He still had his doubts but even if this was a dare or from pity, Eric would have gotten tired of him by now, right?

He let himself thump against the wall, letting his arms hang at his sides, resting the back of his head on the wall. Despite all the kindness Eric showed him, he knew he wasn’t good enough for the older man. The obvious factor in this, was his illness. He wasn’t immortal and when the time came where he could barely function for himself, he didn’t want Eric to think it was his duty to take care of him. If it ever got to that point, Alan would prefer to just lock himself away from the world; die alone. Besides, what did Alan have that he could give Eric? One glance down at himself gave him the answer. Nothing.

Eric’s previous lovers were striking when it came to their looks. Men and women alike, they were everything Alan wasn’t. They weren’t as thin as him, they weren’t short like him; they weren’t sick. It was a question that constantly ran through Alan’s mind whenever he’d see Eric talking to someone who had an obvious attraction to the blonde. What could Alan give to Eric to keep Eric with him? He founds cheeks going red at the thought of what he did give Eric. That night he could never forget; the warm blankets, the soft mattress, Eric’s arms embracing him tightly, those rough lips claiming his, the whispers of comfort and love. If he could, he wanted to relive that night as many times as possible.

But it wasn’t like he was the first one to ever give up that part of themselves to Eric for the first time, right? Eric was far too experienced to have gone without taking someones first time, so what made theirs so special? For Alan, it was everything. For Eric? It was probably just another night.

Even so, what did they really have in common? Alan rarely drank, hated going to pubs, the smell always putting him off, wasn’t a big fan of parties. His idea of an exciting night out was going to a nice restaurant and simply enjoying time with his partner. Hell, Eric even did the cooking. Alan was sure Eric would want a ‘housewife’ as his partner. Someone who could cook, bake, treat him like he was the ideal husband. Not someone like Alan who knew very little when it came to cooking, who barely had any energy when the work day was over, who just wanted to sit together on the couch and nothing more. Eric needed excitement not watch that excitement on the TV screen. it was probably why Alan never made Eric stay home. He encouraged Eric to go out even if that was all Alan wanted, simply cuddling on the couch with a movie and take away. If it made Eric happy, it made Alan tolerate the loneliness he felt.

He ignored those that past him, giving him odd looks as he stood against the wall. He was lost in his own thoughts, his thoughts that warned him Eric was eventually going to give him up. Because, why would Eric want to stay with him? He had nothing to give Eric. Nothing. There were so many out there that could give Eric what he wanted and more. “There ya are. Was wonderin’ where you went.”

Alan slowly lifted his eyes to look at Eric, that smile he’d seen so many times now directed at him. It hurt. “Just, wanted some time alone.”

Eric coked his head, curious. “Why?”

“I…just wanted to think.” he pushed himself from the wall, turning from Eric. “But we have work to do, yeah? Let’s get to it before we’re given overtime.”

On his way past Eric, he stumbled backward when the older man grabbed his arm, pulling him back. “‘ang on darlin’. I might not be the most sensitive bastard around ‘ere, bu’ I can tell somethin’s botherin’ ya. Mind tellin’ me what that is?”

Alan shifted, trying and failing to wretch his arm out of Eric’s strong hold. “It’s nothing I need to bother you with.”

“Ah, see, tha’s a problem.” he turned Alan around, securing both hands on Alan’s arms to keep him from turning away. “If ye think yer botherin’ me because there’s somethin’ botherin’ you, then we got a problem.” he sighed, offering another smile, this one Alan hadn’t seen on Eric before. It was a softer one with a twinge of melancholy behind it. “Love, Alan. I don’t want ye to continue to keep thin’s bottled up because ye think I won’t care. ‘m with ye an’ I want ye tae tell me about whatever problems ye ‘ave, okay?” he squeezed Alan’s biceps. “Now I won’t press anymore after, bu’ will ye tell me wha’s wrong?”

Alan stared again. He wasn’t used to getting this look from anyone let alone Eric. He’d always been given the looks of pity from everyone around, the silent apologies that fate decided he would be the one to receive her irony of a dying immortal. But this look? There was no pity, there was no intention of treating him like he was glass. He was looking at him with genuine worry and this had nothing to do with the thorns. Eric was genuinely worried about him as a reaper. Not him as a sick, dying man that didn’t have a set lifeline. “Me.” he finally answered.

Eric’s frown deepened. “What do ye mean?” So Alan told him, told him everything that he was thinking of. Told him how he knew there would be so many better options, that he was nothing compared to anyone else in the office.

When he finished, his eyes glossy, Eric continued to look at him. His hands slid down to Alan’s hands, bringing them up to kiss the backs of each. “Alan, darlin’, yer an idiot if y’ think ’m gonna leave ye for someone else.” he dropped one hand to cup Alan’s soft cheek, soothing his thumb just under Alan’s eye. “I never want ye to doubt yerself again, alright? Yer perfect for me, yer everything I’ve wanted in a lover, a partner.” he leant down, pecking Alan’s forehead, “an’ if ye e’er doubt yerself again, talk tae me. ‘m more then willin’ tae show ye how much I love you.” Alan’s breath hitched in his throat. He loved him? That, that wasn’t right. That wasn’t right at all. Eric should give that love to someone else, to someone who deserved him, not someone like Alan who—“Righ’, I see wha’ yer thinkin’.” Eric said. “Tonight, when we get home, ‘m showin’ ye tha’ I love ye, tha’ I will always love ye an’ tha’ I ne’er want anyone else other than ye.”

“I…Eric, I…”

“’s alrigh’. Ye dun need tae say it righ’ now. Don’t even need tae say it e’er, but I thought ye should know that.” with that, he tugged Alan the rest of the way to him, embracing the smaller man tightly.

Alan blinked a few times, slowly returning the embrace. He fit so well in Eric’s arms. He wanted to believe Eric, knew Eric wouldn’t say these things if he didn’t mean it, but there would always be doubt, always be that little voice telling him otherwise but now? Now, he had Eric to talk to when that voice grew a little too loud. Perhaps he didn’t believe it himself but Eric believed he could quell that voice with the whisper of those three simple words, words he never said to anyone except the man in his arms; the light of his world.

#slingphries #alan humphries #eric slingby #black butler #kuroshitsuji #my writing #Anonymous

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jtq1844 · 5 years

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Heading to NABI and a few Surprises ...

I woke up about 1am having to use the facilities. Ah, but which facilities to use? The virtual chamber pot in the bathroom was an option, but then there would be follow-up tasks in the morning. The outhouse several yards from the house? After a ridiculous debate in my own, overtired mind, I decided on the option B. The moon was almost full, so there was plenty of light. It was beautiful outside (after I had relieved myself). I looked at the stars trying to break through the lingering cloud cover. They virtually glowed with filtered moonlight. I took me a long time to fall back asleep. I thought about how I hoped I hadn’t offended by poo-poohing the challenges of living with no running water, no flush toilets, and limited electricity because of my Gramma and Grampa Hanson’s weird little cabin – really, a vintage camper trailer with wheels sunk into the sandy soil of the Castle Rock River Flowage. Their little piece of land was accessible only through a farmer’s property. Said farmer occasionally would plow up the little car-worthy path whenever he had a snoot-ful and we’d find ourselves likely as not in the middle of a corn field if we arrived after dark for a visit. I even haughtily launched into my description of the neighborhood laundry day when I lived in Tunisia when her son brought up the complication of washing clothes with a washboard. “The house where I was living had a good -sized courtyard and a good well, so four/five families would get together to wash everything there every month or so.” I hope I was at least being entertaining, “Two people would stand far apart and twist the sheets. Then a couple of girls would scramble up to the roof and hang them over the side of the building, held in place by rocks. There they were slapping against the sides of a building that essentially withstood daily dust storms.” Well, I worried about offending … er, um, Native Americans? American Indians? First Nations People? I worried about whether NABI was ACTUALLY okay with my coming. And did my friend Joanne in the Tempe find me other things to do besides Thursday at the Scottsdale Baha’i Center? I must have slept as I woke up to daylight eventually.

Graciela cooked some elk and potatoes for breakfast. Her son – without passing judgment – thought that was a little weird. I was game. Rather, it was game and I was willing to eat it. Elk is, I dunno, elk-y. I ate a fair bit of elk and deer as a kid with Grampa Hanson such an avid hunter. It was okay, like a tougher version of venison which was too game-y for my childhood taste buds. Gramma Hanson – I love you so much, but venison meatballs are just wrong.

Graciela suddenly gave me a crash course in offensive and effective hand movements just as I was leaving. I must say that such information came in handy later in the day!

I got only a little lost trying to get back to the only road my car’s navigation software could access. The first thing I did once I had made all my phone calls – reporting my location to Mike, checking with Em how Daddy and the dogs really are, returning a phone to a friend and checking in with NABI and Joanne. While the person who answered the phone didn’t know about me, she assured me that it would be okay. Joanne admitted to being surprised at the tentative responses to my coming to the Mesa/Chandler/Tempe area. People worried that I’d ruin their ongoing devotional gathering by singing too many prayers or maybe not know many prayers and turn to (dun, dun, dunnnn!) secular music. Then again, [*** jargon alert ***] the “learning site people” had no time to consider a musician coming when they had so much during a children’s camp. (Hallooooo, how about music in the classrooms? Or a kid’s concert?) I was not surprised. Such worries stem from years of musical artists not consulting with or be invited to consult with planners in time to prepare appropriate musical choices.

The difference with me as a Musician of Service is that I really do thing that way. “What are your goals or expectations for this event?” I habitually ask.

“Anything you do will be fine.”

“You must have some expectations or hopes? Can you give me a time frame at least?”

“It’s up to you.”

“Okay, so I’ll do two 45-minute sets with some audience participation and some storytelling songs, ending with a rollicking gospel-style number.”

“Oh! No, no, no. Do you know any songs in Persian? It should all be very reserved. Ten minutes tops because my niece is going to play her violin.”

“Will your niece need an accompanist? I can do that if we can get a few minutes together ahead of time.”

“No, we’ve paid her teacher to come to accompany her.”

“Okay, so I’ll stick to musical settings of the Baha’i Writings and the Persian pioneering song.”

“That sounds better.”

“Better than?” Awkward pause. “I’ll be traveling quite a distance, can I get a little gas money?”

Another awkward pause. “My cousin always does it as a service and he knows lots of Persian songs and have a karaoke machine. Why don’t you just do that?”

Sorry about that. Too much time alone in a car I guess.

I assured Joanne that I’d be happy to just be an attendee with a guitar at the prayer circle of her friend and that we’d then have Wednesday to go to MIM. “If NABI does need me in the kitchen, I’ll get to your place on Tuesday evening.” We liked that plan.

With all of that taken care of, I finished an audiobook entitled Last Days of Dog Town by Anita Diamant. It was an historical fiction based on the scant public records of an impoverished village near post-revolutionary Gloucester, Massachusetts. I liked it. Granted there was something amusingly unbalancing in hearing New England being described as I was driving through the high desert and mesa country of the Western United States.

I got to NABI in time to walk in on [***jargon alert ***] a reflection meeting after the first day of a children’s day camp. The coordinator introduced me as a musician of service. They were all happy to have me as a resource. Downright excited in fact.

Now I know why nothing was quite working for Joanne! I will be here serving at NABI for the next couple of days! Ya Baha’ul’Abha!

“My neighbor” in the Sage Cabins who has been volunteering here for a few days is a jewelry maker. I had to look. I shot the rest of what I budgeted for gifts and souvenirs. She happens to also be leaving in the morning for a medical appointment some miles away, so we thought we better settle up. Off we went over washboard roads into the night to an ATM as she deals only in cash. We shared stories and laughs despite her life on the Res. Words cannot express.

#nabi #venison meatballs

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cerebralthundering · 7 years

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First Story! (Homesick)

Okay, so this is going to be my very first TØP/Josh Dun x reader fanfic, so if you read this, please be nice! Constructive criticism is welcome & open to requests. OH & this story is NOT gender specific!

** “Y/M/N” refers to your mom’s name

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It was only a few days until Thanksgiving & you were on the road with your boyfriend’s band, Twenty One Pilots. They wouldn’t be playing on Thanksgiving but they would still be a few states away from your hometown. As much as you loved your boyfriend, Josh, & being on tour with him, you were starting to get a little homesick. You always spent major holidays with your family & this would be the first that you didn’t.

The boys & the crew were working on soundcheck while you sat in one of the empty arena seats, off in your own world for who knows how long.

“Hey!” you suddenly heard behind you, making you jump & quickly shook you out of your thoughts. “Hey baby,” you said to Josh. “You were kinda off in your own world there, is everything okay?” he asked. You didn’t really want to tell him the real reason because you didn’t want him to think you didn’t like being there with him, so you just managed, “Yeah, I’m fine.” Josh gave you an inquisitive look. You guys had been together a little over a year, & he could almost always tell when you weren’t fine.

“You’re not fine, I can tell. Tell me what’s up.” You took a deep breath to sigh before answering, looking down towards your feet while you began to speak. “I just…I’ve never spent Thanksgiving away from my family.” There was a bit of a pause, & you looked up to him to see if you could figure out what he was thinking, but you couldn’t figure out his expression.

“Y/N, you could’ve just told me.” You were kinda surprised, although when you really thought about it, you weren’t sure why you’d think he’d be upset. He cared a lot about family & easily understood where you were coming from. He sat down beside you & took one of your hands into his. “I can fly you home for the holidays, it’s not a big deal.”

Josh was so sweet & this was just another example of that. “Are you sure?” you questioned. “I just don’t want you to think that I don’t enjoy spending time with you, because I do.” He just smiled while still holding your hand, squeezing it just a little tighter. “Y/N, it’s fine. I understand, & I know it doesn’t mean that you don’t want to be with me.”

You sighed again, this time more from relief. You smiled back at him & wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest. “Thank you.”

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It was Wednesday morning when you were able to get a flight out. You had packed what you needed the night before because you had to be at the airport very early to get through all the enjoyable processes of flying, like security. Josh didn’t have his car with them being on tour, but he got an Uber so he could still be with you on the ride there & to wish you off.

He came with you through the airport as far as any non-passenger could, holding your hand the whole way through. Once you got to that point, you squeezed him into a tight embrace. “I’m gonna miss you,” you told him. “I’ll miss you too, even if it’s only two days.” You would leave from your hometown Friday night to fly back. Even so, you still didn’t want to let go. It was as if you weren’t going to see him for a long time.

Before you could get into a daze of your own thoughts, he pulled back enough to give you a kiss on the lips & then your forehead. “Call me when you land, okay?” he said while looking straight into your eyes, sort of like how a parent does when their child goes out for the first time alone. “Don’t worry, I will,” you reassured.

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The plane ride was pretty decent. You actually managed to get a window seat, so you were able to look at the amazing view. You had your neck pillow wrapped around & your headphones on while staring out the window. You drifted off a short time until you landed. You gathered your stuff together & began to get off the plane slowly with the crowd ahead of you. You got to baggage claim & picked up your one lonely suitcase & started walking to the passenger pick-up area. Your mom wanted to come pick you up, but she wasn’t able to get there so you called an Uber.

You waved to your Uber driver & he opened the trunk for you & helped you put your suitcase inside, while keeping your other bag with you since it contained your phone. You hopped in & asked the driver how he was doing. You grew up knowing manners were important. He began getting a little chatty though, & you knew you had to call Josh.

After about ten minutes of the driver chatting to you about his day & whatnot, you finally were able to call Josh. You leaned over into your bag, digging around until you found your phone & then dialed his number.

It was barely two rings before he answered. “Hey baby!” he greeted cheerfully. It had only been maybe six hours but he greeted you as though it had been six weeks. “Hey,” you sort of giggled out. “Miss me already?” you playfully asked. “Always,” he said, which you could easily imagine was accompanied by a smirk. You explained to him that your mom wasn’t able to make it so you were in an Uber but you should be home in about thirty minutes. Since he had to get ready to perform, he said he’d call you later & you hung up.

You sat there briefly in silence, gazing out the window at your surroundings. It had been months since you’d been home, & you were imagining the delicious dinner that’d be awaiting you the next day & smiling to yourself. You were off in your own thoughts so much that when the Uber driver suddenly shrieked & the car swerved, you didn’t even have enough time to come back to focus to realize what was going on.

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Your mom’s phone began ringing from an unknown number. “Hello?” she answered. “May I please speak to a Y/M/N?” the voice inquired. “This is she, may I ask who’s calling?” “My name is Dr White, I’m from Northern Regional Medical Center. Do you have a kin by the name of Y/N?” Your mom’s hands & voice began to shake at his question. “Yes, what’s wrong?!” she pried, the worry very obvious in her voice. “Y/N was in a car accident. It seems from the report that the driver of the car hadn’t realized quick enough that the traffic had halted, therefore swerving off to the side into the ditch,” he explained. “Is Y/N okay?!” she implored, just wanting to know about you. “From what we know right now, it appears as though she has one broken leg & a few cuts, but we’re worried about a possible brain injury. We’re doing more tests to get more conclusive answers.” “I’ll be right there!” your mom exclaimed, quickly hanging up the phone.

Y/M/N quickly grabbed the keys & rushed out the door & hopped in the car. Her hands were white-knuckling the steering wheel. The radio wasn’t on & the only noise you would hear was her mumbling prayers over & over. It would take at least twenty minutes to get there with traffic, but it felt like forever. In the time passing while driving, she realized she should probably call Josh. She glanced at the clock & it was 8:48pm. He would be performing, but she figured she’d still try.

She picked up her phone, not wanting to take her eyes off the road, & held down the home button. “Siri, call Josh.” The call went through & rang, but eventually went to voicemail. She left a quick voicemail telling him to call her back as soon as possible. She was trying to think of any other way to get in contact with him. That’s when she remembered that you had given her Jenna’s, Tyler’s wife’s, phone number incase she ever had a problem reaching you. That was her only other option.

Once again, she held down the home button & urged, “Siri, call Jenna.” While it began to ring, she muttered, “Pick up, pick up.” “Hello?” Jenna answered. Your mom could hear the loud sounds of the concert & actually barely heard Jenna’s hello. “Y/M/N, just a sec! Let me get somewhere I can hear you!” Jenna shouted into the phone, recognizing the number, & knowing it was way too loud to have any sort of conversation.

Y/M/N could hear Jenna telling someone that she needed to get back to her & Tyler’s dressing room & the sounds of the concert beginning to fade out. “Sorry about that, it’s very loud out there. Is everything okay?” Jenna beseeched. Suddenly Y/M/N burst into tears, ones she had managed to somehow hold back before. “No, everything isn’t okay,” she whimpered out. “I need to talk to Josh.”

After briefly telling Jenna what had happened, Jenna knew she had to find a way to tell Josh immediately. She rushed towards the backstage area & waited impatiently for the song to almost finish. She grabbed the nearest crew member & told him she needed to talk to Josh & that it was an emergency. Once the song ended, the crew member went up to Josh & spoke into his ear about what happened. Josh froze & looked like a deer in headlights. Tyler was still talking to the audience, goofing around, when he looked back at Josh for a reaction before he noticed his face.

“Hey guys, give me a minute, okay?” Tyler spoke to the audience, walking quickly to Josh. Once he was close enough, he solicited, “Hey man, what’s going on? Is something wrong?” Josh was still frozen a moment before he stuttered, “Y/N…Y/N was in a car accident…&…” he trailed off for a moment, before finishing, “…possible brain injury…” were the last words he managed to get out. Tyler’s eyes widened now, trying to ponder what he should do. He knew Josh had to go, he just had to figure out what to tell the audience. Before returning back to the stage, Tyler told Josh, “Go. I’ll figure out what to tell the fans. Just go.” Without even answering, Josh ran off the stage.

Josh ran back to his dressing room, quickly throwing some random t-shirt laying over the couch on & reaching for his phone. He was trying to find the quickest flight out he could get. It would take hours before he got to you & he was freaking out, to the point of where he was about to have a panic attack, but then he suddenly heard a knock on the door. He acknowledged the knock but no words would come out of his mouth. The door opened ajar & Jenna peeked her head in. Seeing as he was becoming frantic, she hurried next to him.

Josh glazed up at Jenna while muttering, “I need a flight.” “Let me call an Uber & we’ll figure it out on the way there, okay?” she reassured. Josh just nodded while they both scurried out the room. It only took a few minutes before the Uber was there. Both Josh & Jenna were frantically looking at flights on their phones. Josh said it didn’t matter the price, just whatever could get him there the quickest. He didn’t even have any luggage, only his phone & the clothes on his back, as he ran straight out of the arena, so he wouldn’t have to worry about the check-in for that & security wouldn’t take long. Somehow they managed to get a flight that left in thirty minutes. Getting through the airport would take about that long, but Josh was a runner & there was no way in hell he’d miss that flight.

Jenna wished him well & told him she’d be praying for Y/N. As he was already boarded onto the plane & just awaiting the other passengers before take off, he sent Y/M/N a text to tell her he was on his way & would be there as quick as possible. Josh paid to have WiFi on the plane just incase there were any updates. He had no charger, no earbuds, & no window seat, so the only choices were sitting in silence or talking to the passenger beside him. Talking at this point wasn’t much of an option though, as he was forcing himself to hold back the tears that wanted to erupt from his eyes.

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After what felt like a lifetime, Josh finally landed. Not having a window seat during the ride may have been a negative as looking out could’ve been a small distraction, but now that they were getting off the plane, he was in an aisle seat & managed to be one of the first people off the plane. He stammered around, looking for the signs on where to go. He realized he needed to call yet another Uber to get him to the hospital. Luckily, there were already a few waiting outside, knowing there’d be a need for them.

It only took about fifteen minutes to get from the airport to the hospital, as the hospital was right in the middle of the drive from the airport to your house. After the Uber dropped Josh off at the Emergency Room area of the hospital, he ran up to the desk. “I’m looking for Y/N!” Josh exasperated. The nurse at the desk didn’t seem too much in a hurry to do anything, & vaguely questioned back, “Are you related?” Josh realized being a boyfriend wasn’t going to get him anywhere, so he flubbed, “Yes, husband.” The nurse glanced at him briefly, tapping her pen, then glanced over to the computer. “Room 43.”

The nurse opened the automatic doors that led into the back. Josh quickly observed the signs to figure out the way to the room. Once he realized, he quickly ran down the hall before getting to room 43. He knocked on the clear sliding door that led to the room, but opened it before there was even an answer while sliding back the curtains.

You were in the hospital bed, hooked up to a multitude of wires, two IV lines (one in each arm) with fluids pumping through, & constant noise from machines. You looked so helpless. Y/N/M was sitting in a chair that had been moved right up to the bed so she could hold your hand. When she heard Josh come in, she looked up at him & could see the pain in his eyes; the same pain that was probably in her own eyes.

“Have they figured anything else out yet?!” Josh pleaded. The last thing he had heard was that you had a possible brain injury & that they were doing more tests, so he was hoping they had figured out there wasn’t anything wrong, or it at least wasn’t serious. Y/M/N looks at him, explaining, “They did an MRI & the doctor will come talk to us when they have the results.”

The waiting game was the hardest part. There was nothing to do to distract yourself from the current situation, especially when it was all happening right in front of you. Finally, the doctor entered the room. “Hi, I’m Dr White, I believe I talked to you on the phone,” looking towards Y/M/N. “I didn’t catch who you are, sir?” Josh opened his mouth but before he could speak, Y/M/N blurted, “Y/N’s boyfriend & he can stay,” knowing that they would only allow relatives in. She didn’t even bother asking how he managed to come back in the first place.

“I’m sorry you had to wait so long for the results, they sometimes take a while. Anyway, there is good news & bad news.” The doctor paused, basically awaiting an answer of whether to hear the good or bad news first. Josh’s & Y/M/N’s eyes darted towards each other, almost asking if they should hear the good or bad news first, without words. “Good,” they become proclaimed in unison.

“Okay, so the good news is that there is no major brain injury. It seems as though it’s only a slight concussion.” Both Josh & Y/M/N sighed heavily in relief until they realized they still didn’t know the bad news. “…And the bad?” Josh stuttered.

“The bad news is that Y/N is still unconscious, & there’s no way to know when Y/N will wake up.” This could be interpreted multiple ways, & of course both parties wanted to know that it wasn’t the worst way. “But…Y/N will wake up…right?” Y/M/N stammered out.

“There’s no 100% way to know, but it is almost certain that Y/N will wake up & be perfectly okay. We still have to put a cast on the broken leg, but besides that, & some bumps & bruises, Y/N will most likely make a full recovery.” Josh & Y/M/N both wept with joy, almost lunging together to hug each other. “Thank you, doctor,” Josh softly declared. The emotions had been pent up so long that the overwhelming feeling of joy & relief finally erupted the tears they had been trying to contain while staying strong. They continued to hug each other tight, weeping while the water droplets mingled together.

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A couple hours later they had moved you to a room upstairs to be admitted. The room was much bigger with better seating, which was necessary at this point. Y/M/N laid back in a reclining chair, sleeping softly after her body was completely drained. Josh was on a row of seating by the window that resembled a couch, which he laid back on but wouldn’t sleep. No matter how tired he was, he wanted to be awake when you woke up.

The sun was beginning to rise outside the window, slowly filling the room with its rays. Around 8am Josh got a call from Tyler, wanting to know how things were. Josh explained everything to Tyler, & just how relieved he was. Tyler could hear how sleepy Josh was from his tone, but knowing Josh, he knew he wouldn’t go to sleep. Therefore, he advised, “You need some RedBull, man.”

Josh softly chuckled. Tyler was right, RedBull would help, but he didn’t want to leave to go to the cafeteria or to find a vending machine incase you woke up. However, the nurse offered him some coffee, which he politely accepted. He was sipping on the lukewarm beverage, staring blankly out the window, when he suddenly heard a soft voice.

“…Josh?” you barely managed to get out. You were extremely groggy & confused. Whatever sleepiness Josh had just had was suddenly vaulted away & replaced with energy. “Babe!” he cried out, moving towards the side of your bed. Josh’s boisterous words woke up Y/M/N, who glanced over to notice you were awake. “Y/N! Oh my god, you about gave us all a heart attack!” she proclaimed.

“What…What happened? All I remember was riding in an Uber after leaving the airport.” Your brain felt foggy, but you suddenly noticed the heavy cast on your leg. Your mom explained to you everything that happened. “The doctor said you’ll make a full recovery.”

While you were attempting to remember more details from the accident, what you did remember was that Josh had been hours away on tour. How did he get there?

“Josh…how did you get here?” almost a silly question. You knew he had to have flown there, but what about their concert? “Well Y/M/N called Jenna who then came & told me, so then…” “You left during the middle of the show?!” you interrupted. He smiled genuinely at you, reassuring, “Yes, I would do anything for you. I love you.”

Suddenly your eyes focused upwards to the TV. The volume was down very low, but you recognized the floats of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. A smile crept onto your face briefly until you thought about all the hassle you put everyone through just because you were homesick, causing your smile to fall to a frown. Your mom noticed what was going on & could pretty much read your mind.

“Y/N, don’t worry. Nobody is upset at you, we’re all just glad you’re alright,” Y/M/N comforted. “I just wanted to be with my family,” you practically whispered out. “And you are, we’re all here,” Y/M/N proclaimed, looking up towards Josh with a large grin. He grinned equally as large back at her, then at you. “All of us.”

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Street War – Chapter 18

Sougo carefully placed the paper bag down on Hongou’s bedside table, taking care not to crumple any of the cranes inside. He was about to leave when his phone vibrated. He groaned. Is it Hijibaka? Ah, is he gonna yell at me for running out of school today? As he took his phone out of his pocket, he noted the time. It’s getting pretty late. The China girl should hurry up and get home before any weirdoes come out. At the thought, he smirked a little. Though I suppose I should be more worried about them than her.

Hitting ‘answer’ on his phone, Sougo sat down on the chair beside where Hongou’s bed once was to listen to Hijikata’s lecturing. However, no lecturing did come. Sougo narrowed his eyes. “Oi, Hijikata-san?” he questioned into the microphone. He heard a low grumble from the other side of the line, but could not make out a word that was being said. “Hijikata-san?” he tried again. There was no answer, only some noise in the background. Did he butt-dial me…? Before he had a chance to hang up, he finally heard something that sounded like a human speaking. A muffled human, but a human nonetheless.

“Hah? What’re you sayin’, brother? I ain’t got no int’rest in none o’ that.” The voice sounded slurred and suspiciously similar to that of the Yorozuya boss. If it weren’t for the fact that Sougo was listening into the conversation through a phone, he was sure that he could smell the alcohol in Gintoki’s breath. What’s going on over there? “C’mon, now. Tensions’ve been buildin’ up in the gangs. I reckon it’s time to settle things, don’t you?” Sougo noted that as Hijikata’s voice, which only served to confuse him ever the more. What’re those two doing together?

“Tensions in your gang, maybe,” Gintoki slurred, his tone accusatory. “None o’ the guys in the Yorozuya are pitchin’ fer a fight, y’ hear? I git that the whole gang is stewin’ o’er the passin’ of that nice, older Okita, but dis ain’t any o’ our problem, yeah?” Sougo flinched a little at the mention of his sister’s name. It had been true that the Shinsengumi’s morale hadn’t been good lately – Mitsuba’s death had taken a toll on everyone. “Yeah, yeah,” Hijikata dismissed. “But listen, let’s stake it this way. We have one big fight, the loser disbands. We beat you, everyone blows off their steam and it’s all good. They need a good fight to get it out of their systems – the usual ones ain’t gonna cut it. You beat us, you never hafta deal with us again.”

While Hijikata was definitely more level-headed than Gintoki was, there was no question that he also had some alcohol in his system. Sougo could not believe his ears. A big fight? With the loser disbanding? Hijibaka, are you out of your mind? C’mon, boss, you’ve gotta say no. However, it seemed that the alcohol had far too great of an influence on Gintoki’s brain for him to make a rational decision. “Sure, sure, whatever,” he slowly managed to get the words off his tongue. “Tonight, then. Usual time ‘n’ place. Now leave me ta drink.” “Don’t get yerself too inebriated,” Hijikata sneered. “We’re gonna be dukin’ it out, tonight.” “Dun’ need a brain to beat you senseless.”

Usually, Sougo would rejoice at any form of insult towards Hijikata. At the moment, however, he could only think about what had happened. Did our idiot bosses just order an all-out war in their drunkenness? For fuck’s sake. He scratched his head in disbelief, turning his phone off. This isn’t how sis’ would want things. What was that idiot thinking?

In the midst of his quiet thinking, Sougo heard the door open. He shifted an eye to peer at the visitor, and his eyebrows raised slightly in surprise. “Oh?” he remarked. “I thought you had some business?” He turned towards Kagura as she approached him, her eyes focused on the paper bag that he had just set down on Hongou’s bedside table. “Yeah, my brother’s coming to pick me up,” she replied, looking up at him. “Just wanted to make sure that you didn’t throw my cranes away.” “Hmph, I didn’t. I should’ve, though.” “Is that so? Well, I’m outta here then. If Hisashi-kun doesn’t get all of my cranes, though, you can bet that I’m gonna send you to the Moon at our next fight.”

Sougo gulped, turning tensely away from her. “Uh, actually…” He paused. I don’t need to be telling this to the enemy. His eyes looked back at Kagura. Even if she is kinda cute. Oh, well, she’ll find out eventually. “Nothing,” Sougo finished. “Huh? What’s up with you?” Kagura‘s tone was suspicious as she questioned him. “Nothing, hurry up and get going. I’m not looking forward to what that brother of yours will do to me if you don’t get home on time.” “Alright then…?” With a bit of hesitation, she turned and left, leaving Sougo to sort out his thoughts on his own.

When Kagura finally made her way outside, she found her brother waiting for her. “Alright, then,” he cheerfully stated. “Let’s get ‘ya home.” “Hmm, ah – Kamui?” Kagura spoke. “Yeah?” “Why do you think Gin-chan didn’t pick up his phone when I called him?” she asked, placing her knuckles to her bottom lip in though. “What is this, a father-complex-?” Kamui barely got the word out before Kagura socked him one in the gut. “Gah…!” he groaned, shaking a little in pain. “It seems you take after me with strength, huh, lil’ sis?” Kamui rubbed his abdomen before continuing. “Gintoki did say that he was heading out for a couple o’ drinks. Maybe he was too intoxicated to answer?”

Kagura made a face at her brother and groaned. “We just cleaned the carpet,” she complained, a whine at the back of her throat. “He’d better not throw up all over it.” “Correction, dear sister,” Kamui raised an index finger. “I cleaned the carpet. You laid on the couch and read Jump.” Deciding that she did not want to listen to her brother’s rabble for any longer, Kagura promptly stalked off, leaving her brother to chuckle and follow along behind her.

Ten o’clock. Gintoki groaned as he walked out of the bar, only half-sober. His footsteps were unsteady as he walked along the footpath and he found it difficult to avoid bumping into anyone who was walking in the opposite direction to him. He furrowed his eyebrows. The gang fight was due in two hours and he had not yet notified anyone, nor was he in any fighting condition. Hijikata had left the bar about an hour earlier, much less drunk than Gintoki was. As he continued along the footpath, heading home to his apartment, he groaned and took out his phone to send a group text to the Yorozuya. However, when the screen to his phone turned on, Gintoki’s eyes narrowed at what he saw.

Five missed calls from Kagura and a message from Kamui? What could have happened? Countless ‘worst case scenarios’ flashed through his mind, further agitating his alcohol-induced headache. He quickly unlocked his phone and opened up Kamui’s text, the throbbing in his head lessening as he read through it. “Your daughter is home right now, ‘n’ the hospital stuff went okay. Please don’t throw up on the carpet.” Gintoki sighed, relieved, then promptly moved to send a message to the Yorozuya members.

“Meeting over at the usual hideout immediately. Drop everything, kinda urgent.” Reading over his message a total of zero times to check if he had gotten all the details correct, Gintoki pressed send and, immediately, his thoughts were cut off by a ringing sound in his ears. He had thought that his headache could not get any worse, but it seemed that he had thought too soon. The whirling in his head stirred up his stomach and he gripped an arm against his abdomen.

Moving to the side of the footpath so as to get out of everyone’s way, Gintoki grasped onto a streetlamp pole and hunched over. He could feel his stomach begin to lurch, and his awful headache did nothing to help him. It was pathetic of him to have gotten so drunk, but Hijikata had offered to pay for the night so he had not given much thought to hold himself back. Big mistake. Plus, this ringing is awful – don’t think I’ve ever gotten so drunk that my ears started ringing this bad. And is it just me? Or is the ringing getting even louder-?

“Gintoki?” He looked up to find Tsukuyo standing a couple of steps away from him, her phone in hand ringing with the sound of the notification from his earlier message. So I’m not going crazy. “Ah, Tsukky?” he managed to slur out. Tsukuyo grimaced, opening her mouth to yell at him. However, she was cut off with the contortion of Gintoki’s face. “I think I’m gonna-!” Though it was dark, the light from the streetlamp showed Tsukuyo enough of Gintoki’s face for her to understand the implications behind his words. “Hold on!” She quickly dumped her groceries out of their plastic bag, holding it out for Gintoki. He gratefully grasped it, feeling the rush of alcohol, half-digested food and acid quickly ascend from his stomach.

Tsukuyo gently rubbed at Gintoki’s back while using her free hand to fetch a water bottle from her groceries which were littering the ground. After he had finished heaving, Tsukuyo opened the bottle and lifted it to his lips. Gintoki welcomed the feeling of the fresh, cool water as it slid smoothly down his throat. Once he had finished drinking, Tsukuyo took off her cloak and used the remaining water to dampen it. She wiped carefully at Gintoki’s face, cleaning off the spew that hadn’t made it into the bag and had landed on Gintoki.

With a slight daze in his eyes, Gintoki blinked a couple of times at Tsukuyo’s kind gesture. “Maybe I should take Kagura’s advice and make you her mother…” His words made Tsukuyo flinch, a blush creeping across her features as she furrowed her brow in embarrassment. “Don’t say things like that when you’re drunk, Gintoki,” Tsukuyo snarled as she spoke, her words shaky with anger and mortification. “Maybe.” Tsukuyo growled a little.

“Also, what exactly is this?” Tsukuyo questioned, lifting her phone towards his face, the light blinding him momentarily before he was able to read the message that he had sent only moments earlier. “Ah, yeah,” he nervously responded. “I think maybe I’ve been played…” “Played?” Tsukuyo reiterated. “Mm. That mayo-freak called me out for a couple of drinks. Said something about wanting to thank me for accommodating Okita Mitsuba’s health the past couple of years.” “Okay…?” “Not quite sure what happened, but free booze is free booze, y’ know?” Gintoki sighed. “Next thing I know the guy’s calling an all-out gang war, and I’m sayin’ “oh, sure, let’s go”.” “You did not.” “I did too.”

After a slight pause, Tsukuyo gulped down her fears and continued her line of questioning. “I’m afraid to ask, but… What are the stakes?” she slowly drew out. Gintoki hesitated for a few moments. “Disbandment,” he eventually managed to utter. “Disbandment?!” Tsukuyo repeated, incredulous. “Well, we’re gonna have to deal with it. We’ll run over everything at the hideout, so we should hurry.” As he began to walk away to find a bin for the plastic bag containing his regurgitation, Tsukuyo stepped toward him and smacked him on the back.

“You’re such an idiot, Gintoki!” she yelled.

Author’s Note

Uh-oh, what’s gonna happen eh? Also, sorry if you aren’t a fan of GinTsu – but I kinda dig the ship so… Eheh, couldn’t help myself.

#gintama #fanfic #okikagu #okita sougo #kagura

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