#after 4 fucking years he finally punched that dragon OUT OF THE SKY!
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"I want...to create the world...where my friends can eat...as much as they want!!!"
Luffy defeats Kaido!! - Gum-Gum Bajrang Gun!!
One Piece Ep. 1076 - "The World That Luffy Wants"
Episode Director: Satoshi Ito (伊藤 聡伺)
Animation Director: Yong-ce Tu (涂 泳策) & Ziwei He
Key Animator: Yong-ce Tu (涂 泳策)
#One Piece#opgraphics#op spoilers#wano kuni#wano country saga#roof piece#onigashima raid#monkey d. luffy#gear 5th#sun god nika#joy boy#kaido#long post#my gif#IT'S FINALLY OVER#SO LONG YA OVERGROWN EEL#perfect bookend to their encounter#after 4 fucking years he finally punched that dragon OUT OF THE SKY!
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This is for the ask meme, but how about top 5 underrated characters or movies? (also your blog has easily become one of my favs, thank you for existing and for your excellent commentary/takes!!!
kjfdgkdjfg well thank you! i’m glad you enjoy my ramblings
TOP 5 UNDERRATED CHARACTERS: UHMMM this is hard, cause some characters are underrated by the show but loved by the fandom, and sometimes the opposite, but these are the ones that come to mind:
1. Tyler Lockwood, from The Vampire Diaries. In the first two seasons of the show, he had a pretty fantastic ‘jerkass jock to decent human being’ character arc, and his relationship with Caroline was beautiful to watch. In season 3 Forwood lost all of the emotional depth it’d had and became almost entirely about sex, and then Tyler got put through the absolute ringer and then... kind of vanished? He came back every once in a while to get shit on by everyone (I will never not be pissed that Stefan punched him in the face for daring to be upset that the woman he loved had slept with the man who murdered his mother and slaughtered his pack--he had every right not to want to be around her after that, and to get upset when she refused to back off), and then got unceremoniously killed at some point, I think over on The Originals. I don’t know, cause I stopped watching TVD after season 6. Anyway, Tyler Lockwood deserved better, and that is that on that.
2. Wells Jaha from The 100. It’s been, what, five years since season 1 of that show? And I’m still fucking pissed about the way Wells was unceremoniously killed off in the third episode, and barely referenced again. After having been Clarke’s best friend for most of her life. Meanwhile, the ghost of Lexa, Clarke’s two-week fuck buddy (god, ok, before anyone comes to yell at me, I’m sure they were in love and it was longer than two weeks, whatever, I never cared for the relationship and I didn’t buy it in the slightest) has been haunting the show ever since she died, turning up every season like a bad fucking penny. But Wells who????
3. Alistair Theirin from Dragon Age. Now, don’t get me wrong, a lot of the fandom loves him, but I see a lot of that love centering on like... cheese jokes and ‘lol he’d be a terrible king he’s a fuckin dork’ and like, I get it, but also??? This man has been through some shit. He was abandoned by his mother, his father dumped him on Arl Eamon’s doorstep where he grew up feeling lonely and unwanted because Eamon’s wife thought he was Eamon’s illegitimate son and treated him like trash because that’s the kid’s fault of course, then he was shipped off to the Chantry because said wife was sick of having to look at him--and he didn’t even fit in there, it wasn’t until he joined the Grey Wardens that he finally felt like he had a place in the world, and he had a family he loved, and he lost literally all of them. Including the man he’d grown to care for as the father figure he’d desperately wanted all his life. And it of course depends on the choices made, but Alistair can be a damn good king if given the chance, and sometimes I get tired of people acting like he’s some helpless fop who exists to be the butt of jokes.
4. Clint Barton from the Marvel Cinematic Universe. I’m sure I don’t have to go into detail regarding how he was criminally underutilized from the very beginning--he was taken out of half the action of The Avengers via brainwashing, and it only got worse from there. A family was dropped on him out of nowhere, effectively cutting off any potential development and growth he had via any other relationships. And all of that aside, there is a wealth of potential characterization and personality in the comics that MCU!Clint just... doesn’t get. There are glimpses of it, and Jeremy Renner absolutely could’ve pulled it off.... but nope. And I don’t even want to get into what Endgame did to him. But basically, he was written off as the ‘boring human’ (where even Nat got to be The Gorgeous Superspy) from the start, and just... never got to grow beyond that. And it was incredibly frustrating to watch.
5. Luther Hargreeves from The Umbrella Acadmy. I’m still mad about the way the fandom treated Luther and his trauma vs how they treated Vanya’s (and there are exceptions on both sides but you still can’t throw a stone in the general tags without seeing some anti luther crap), and how it’s totally ok and understandable that Vanya slit her own sister’s throat because she couldn’t control her emotions or her powers, but Luther was evil incarnate for believing she was dangerous and trying to keep her contained until they could figure out how to help her without risking her destroying the planet (remembering that he had no way of knowing what a trigger that room would be for her). Anyway, Luther deserves better and I hope season 2 treats him well.
TOP FIVE UNDERRATED MOVIES: Probably won’t get as detailed here but!
1. Aquamarine. I actually wrote a post a while back about this movie cause it’s??? So good??? And such an amazing take on how love is important in all forms, not just romantic, which is pretty rare for a romcom, and I just really love it.
2. George of the Jungle. There’s a post floating around out there about why this is such a great movie, and how it flipped the ‘sexy/objectified female love interest’ trope on its head, but I don’t see this movie talked about enough and it should be. (The first time I saw this movie, I was six years old, it had just come out on VHS, and my father laughed so hard he fell off the fucking couch. It was the kind of thing that can only happen once, the first time, because after that you know it’s coming, but it’s still great on rewatch and I just. It’s such a good fucking movie ok.)
3. Sky High. Why isn’t there more of a fandom for this movie. It was great, and I’m still mad it didn’t get a sequel yes I still ship layla/warren don’t judge me, but it had so many great comedic beats and had a great take on superhero school and breaking down the superhero/sidekick dichotomy and they’re still teenagers with teenage problems but that won’t stop them from saving the day. And also Ron Wilson, Bus Driver, was absolutely fucking priceless.
4. Cinderella (2015). In fact, Cinderella herself routinely gets a lot of flak just in general, I guess because people can’t understand why someone in her position wouldn’t just stand up to their abusers and leave (and where the fuck would she even go?? it’s not like she had anyone she could trust to take her in, and being treated like a servant in her own home was better than starving in the cold), but I just... love so much that the live action remake focuses on her kindness and her courage and just... Have courage, and be kind, and she offers forgiveness to the Lady Tremaine, even if she didn’t deserve it and wouldn’t take it, because that’s who Ella always was. There was no room in her heart for anger and bitterness, and that’s not to say that anyone who is angry at their abusers is wrong for it, but that’s not the only way to cope. And Ella got her happy ending because she never stopped being true to herself, and it’s just. So very beautiful.
5. Enchanted. It was a really cute movie but also a great look at the typical Disney Princess formula and turning it on its head while still showing such a deep love for the source of that formula and I just love it so much. Plus Patrick Dempsey. A+++
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Kacchako Positivity Week Day1: Fragile
Ah~ Finally got over my anxiety and finished this piece. Then I spent a few more hours writing a fic to explain the situation. I end up doing that for other pieces too I guess.
Do not repost
If you like my work, please buy me a ko-fi. I need to upgrade my laptop(so many bugs). And I do need a new scanner. I want to make big A3 pieces! Coz details!!! Also making a custom drawing table with lightbox. Extra funds would be really helpful with my restart on illustration. OuO/ Cheers
Introductions~ the ones not explained on the Roses piece anyway.
Todoroki as runaway dragon prince, will drink a bar dry. Aizawa's as fae clergyman under the Church of Ibara, might die if he manages to finish that mug. Kiri and Sero as human mercenaries. Jiro as fae bard. Mina fell asleep waiting for Ochako to come back after running off with a stranger. Toru as light fae bar maid, decorates the pies and everything else. Dabi as the missing dragon prince currently working for the Ones Cursed by the Sun. Toga as bloodsucking demon also working with Dabi. They like the food here.
Storytime~
If anyone would ask, some would say that nothing is as fragile as the Thorn Prince's ego. But they would be wrong. It hasn't been true for many years now. Some would say it is the Rose Princess since she's been confined to the castle all her life. That too is just a common guess. It is something not many would expect--a secret kept from the plebians, the knights, and even the nobles. That seemingly endless sky forms it's first crack, because of a chance meeting? What does the future hold for these two young lords, and how will they mold it?
This scene: (Sorry for the messy construction. I'm really sleepy.)
Katsuki and Ochako are just coming back to the tavern after spending quite a lot of time having fun finding out more about each other. Iida and Kirishima run in and abruptly grab hold of their respective lords to separate them. "I, Knight of Rose Tenya Iida, in response to your violence against the Princess, have a duty to imprison you. Surrender or face worse punishment!" Tenya declares while drawing his sword.
BK: Princess? Oy! You didn't tell me about that. What's the big deal? (taking a big step forward)
Kiri: Hey, stop. Where did you run off to anyway? You two have been gone for 4 hours. This guy kept threatening to run you through! And goddamn, he runs fast.
Ochako: I thought that if you knew, you'd treat me differently.
BK: Differently? What would YOU do if you found out that I am a demon prince?
Ochako: Eh?!
Kiri: He's no- (gets punched)
BK: Let go already! (Points thumb on self)I am Prince Katsuki Bakugou of the Thorns.
Ochako: (trying to get past Iida's arm) It doesn't matter to me, one bit. We were having so much fun swinging swords on the rooftops. I don't want to miss a chance to make friends with someone so skilled!
Iida: gasp* How dare you swing your sword at such a fragile girl?
Ochako/BK: I'm/She's not fragile!
Iida: Regardless, you shouldn't mingle with demons without charm markings. They're dangerously unpredictable. Don't you know how quickly they turn into beast at the slight smell of blood?
Kiri: That's nonsense! I've been living with demons for a few years now. I've bled from sword training, yet I have never been attacked.
Iida: Silence! It doesn't apply to you,dragon. (swinging his sword very close to Kiri's face and pulling it back to a defensive position)
BK: Point your sword at him again, and I'd cut that arm off!
Kiri: Hey, no harm done. Let's just go home. (turning to face BK, ready to fly him off)
Iida: Monsters like you just bring disquiet and adversity. Do you even know your place in this country, demon?
Ochako: Don't say such awful things! Those accusations are simply untrue. (Still trying to get past Iida) You can't keep being like this to them. It's just one demon who-
Iida: You, how many times have I told you to stay away from trouble! (Pulling her cloak and pushing her back a few feet) We will go back to the castle this instant.
Bakugou shoves Kiri aside not leaving his glare on the knight. "For someone so large, you sure carry a small sword."
Iida: It's so I can fight in narrow spaces to prote-
"I'm not talking about that metal stick, you self righteous brick." BK huffs, walking closer. "You smell of fear. Someone with as weak a heart as yours can't protect Ochako."
Kiri rushes between them, lines growing on his face as he prepared to match BK's strenght. "Calm down. Calm down! We don't want trouble. We're just going home, right?" Kiri turns to face Iida to apologize but was met with the tip of his blade. He jumped back, pushing BK behind him. Bakugou's eyes turned to slits, markings tearing out of his eyes and cheeks, "You really got on my nerves, but this is different. I'm going to fucking kill you!" Kirishima barely stopped BK from pulling his sword out, eyes enlarged as he struggles to hold down his friend.
The surge of demonic aura flung open Iida's shield. "Iida, put down your sword!" Ochako pleaded as she tried to pull down his arm. "I command you! Put down your sword!"
Iida: If it's my blood you want then come get it!
BK: I'm not just going for blood. I'm going to fucking devour you!!!
Mina rushes out of the tavern, woken up by BK's demonic aura. "What's happening here? It's dangerous to let your power loose. If Iida finds out."
Ochako: Mina! Help me stop Iida. He's going to get himself killed.
Kiri: Mina? What are you doing here?
Mina was startled to see both the princess and her childhood friend, but upon looking farther she froze. 'He's the prince. The Thorn Prince!' At that very moment her instincts forced her to grovel.
Iida was taken aback: Mina what are you doing. Get up!
Mina: Lord Bakugou, please spare my idiotic companion! He is just doing his duty.
BK: He pointed his sword at my friend. Twice!
Mina: He's just very verbal with his hands, my Lord.
BK: What does that even mean, pink hair? This guy has been running his mouth about us demons. Am I supposed to just let that go?
Iida: If there is a witness, then it is true isn't it?
Ochako: It was just one demon! Pleaaase, put down your sword.
Kiri legs are starting to tremble against BK's weight. "Stop, Bakugou! The sun is setting!!!"
BK: Not till I take his head!
Mina shouts even louder hoping that they'd acknowledge her. "Take mine instead! Both of you, take my horns. I can't let my Lord and my companion fight each other over such trivial things! If anyone should be punished it should be me. I let her out of the castle and left her to roam unaccompanied. It's my fault!!!"
BK can't stand being ordered around, but this demon was adamant in her plea. "Who is your master, pink hair?"
Mina: I am Princess Ochako's servant my Lord.
BK: And who is this obscenely judgemental man to you?
Mina: A work companion who is dearly beloved to the princess. He is like a brother to her.
BK looks over to Ochako, still pulling Iida's arm back in the verge of tears: Tsk... Kirishima we're going home.
Kirishima almost fell forward as the weight against him disappeared. "Thank goodness." He bends over to Mina to help her up. "Hey, I'm glad to see you again."
Mina wrapped her arms around him. "Wow, you really changed." Kiri hugs her back, "Yeah."
BK from high up shouting: Stop exchanging looks. The sun's almost gone. Mom's gonna kill me!
Kiri: What are you saying? Geez. See you later, Mina. You gonna be here tomorrow?(unfolding his wings)
Mina: I'll send you a bird.
Kiri: Aww yiss! Bye~
Mina and Ochako watched them fly off into the sunset as Iida sheathes his sword.
Ochako gave a sigh of relief, her hands still trembling in Mina's. Iida grabbed on to Ochako's arm. "It's about time we go too. Pick up your things." He tried saying it as softly as he can with his strained breath.
Mina threw a loud slap across Iida's face. "What was that? How dare you! You put our lady in danger because of your personal vendetta? You go to the barracks on your own! We'll take a carriage."
Ochako's tears started to flow. "Mina, please don't be mean to him. He was just trying to protect me."
"No. That was just him being a jerk. He must have unnecessarily provoked the Prince. You saw how nice that guy is."
"But... but... *hnnggg*" Ochako buried her face into Iida's chest. "I thought you were gonna die! Stop starting fights. I was so scared. What if you leave me too? What will I do? I'm not powerful enough to save you yet." Her legs finally gave in after a whole day of running about. Iida caught her and lifted her up. "Tenya, promise me you'd stay safe."
Her expression was too much for Iida. He can't bare looking at her so he hugged her tightly, his head resting on her shoulder. "I'll do my best to keep this promise."
Mina is annoyed, but her lady needed to be reassured. "Fine~ We'll all ride the carriage."
They already left~
Todoroki: Well that's unexpected.
Aizawa: Urgh What farce. To think they'd actually meet. This is going to be troublesome.
Todoroki chugging down another mug: The aura he released isn't even a portion of his real power.
Aizawa: With luck, the charms on his body will restrain him till he is able to control it.
Todo: I think I can handle him easily. For now~
Aizawa takes a sip: Have you noticed the darkness lingering about them while they went around town?
Todo: You mean, aside from you? (Aizawa looking a bit annoyed.) Not till just a while ago. They got drawn to him when he let loose.
Aizawa: sigh~ What was the queen thinking? Doing this so close to the ceremony?
Todo: She loves her son. (Raises hand to get another mug.
Aizawa: A bit too much.
Todo: Cheers (clunk)
Aizawa: For the blue sky.
Todo: And the blue sea.
#kacchakopositivityweek#kacchako#ochako uraraka#bakugou katsuki#bnha#mjdraws#kirishima eijiro#mina ashido#iida tenya#aizawa shota#todoroki shoto#dabi#toga himiko#hakagure toru#jiro kyoka#sero hanta#kaminari denki
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Torque
Summary: The neon-soaked nighttime streets of Tokyo: home to an underground of fast cars and bad choices — the kind that can get you killed. Being in the wrong place at the right time gives upcoming driver Ichigo Kurosaki the chance to immerse himself in the seedy and cordite-laced world of high-powered backroom deals and rain-slick asphalt. Soon, Ichigo will have to make a lethal choice, and see if his skill behind the wheel can save his own life, let alone hers. (Canon-typical violence, smut, a bit of angst)
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Catch up here: [Part 1] - [Part 2] - [Part 3] - [Part 4] - [Part 5] - [Part 6]
As always, thanks so much to @gunnerpalace for his work on turning my nonsense into coherent storyline. This chapter is a bit of setup for the next couple of parts, please enjoy. Let me know you’re reading!
Part 7: Rendezvous
“I’ve got a place,” Rukia says when they break apart.
Ichigo steps back. He’s breathless. Rukia’s eyes shine in the parking lot lights, and Ichigo lifts his hand to trace along the edge of her jaw.
“I—” he starts, and Rukia smiles. She brings her hand up to rest against his own.
“Text me when you get home,” she says, and Ichigo lets his hand fall.
“It’s not that I don’t—” Ichigo tries, but Rukia presses a finger to his lips.
“I know,” she says, “I know.”
Rukia unlocks her car with a press on her keyfob, and Ichigo lifts his hand again in parting as she drives away.
Ichigo does text her from home, after sneaking in. He’s going to be achy and miserable in the morning—or rather, later today, given that the sun is already just starting to touch the horizon. He curls around his pillow and watches the light bleed across the sky, thinking about the way Rukia had felt in his arms and the way she'd looked at him when he’d woken up in her lap.
His mind turns his firmly away from the memory of the crash, not yet ready to relive the moment again. It steals into his consciousness anyway, and Ichigo grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut against the remembered panic. He breathes deeply, willing himself to calm down. Finally, he rolls onto his back, stretching one arm out over the edge of his bed, letting his hand hang into empty space.
Why hadn’t he taken her up on her offer? He sighs and stares up at his ceiling. The rising sun casts his room in a soft gold. He wonders what Rukia’s skin would look like in this light—whether the raven wing black of her hair would soften, whether her violet eyes would turn sunset-hued instead of midnight-dark. He ponders the curve of her mouth, the delicate arch of her brows, the taste of her lips. He thinks about the slide of her skin under his hands, about the dusting of freckles across her shoulders, and the constellations he could make with them, one kiss at a time.
Ichigo falls asleep.
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Across town, Rukia slides a pair of sunglasses onto her face. She shifts gears, double-clutch, and her car jumps to respond. She weaves in and out of morning traffic on the freeway, her window rolled down to let the scent of the waking city waft in. The sky turns rose gold with the dawn, and Rukia blinks against the glare of sunlight off the glass and steel office buildings as she down-shifts around the exit ramp, heading for the Kuchiki tower at the heart of the financial district.
It’s not until she’s riding up the elevator that she notices the grime on her dress. It's too late to do anything about it now though, so she steps through the opening doors and ignores the receptionist, shouldering her way into her brother’s office.
Byakuya raises a hand to silence the conversation he's having when Rukia pushes open his door. The men arranged around his desk are all cut from the same cloth and she ignores them, striding forward. She plants her hands on Byakuya’s desk and leans across it, looking at him over the lenses of her sunglasses.
“You nearly got Ichigo killed,” Rukia hisses, “and for what?”
“Rukia,” Byakuya says, his voice like silk.
It’s a warning Rukia doesn’t heed. “What use could you possibly have for him? He’s just a kid, nii-sama.” Rukia’s voice rises at the end, not to form a question, but simply in volume. Her heart thuds in her ears.
Byakuya waves a hand dismissively at his assembled meeting, and there’s a disgruntled rumble behind Rukia as the room clears.
“Sit down, Rukia,” Byakuya says When she doesn’t move, he lifts one eyebrow. “Please.”
Rukia pushes off his desk and stalks to one of the recently vacated couches. She throws herself down onto it, knowing that she looks like a petulant child.
Byakuya steeples his hands and leans back in his desk chair, surveying her with a frown. “Your dress is dirty,” he says.
“I pulled Ichigo out of the wreckage of your fucking getaway car, of course my dress is dirty.”
“Language,” Byakuya says mildly. Rukia glares at him. Byakuya sighs and lifts one hand to pinch the bridge of his nose before levelling Rukia with his own stern glare.
Rukia shifts under the scrutiny, annoyed that she feels exposed under his implacable gaze. “He got hurt,” she says finally. “He nearly died.”
“He could do the same or worse any time he gets into his own car.”
“It’s not the same,” Rukia protests. She leans forward, calculation in her gaze as she looks at her brother. “Why were you there too, I wonder? Not very traditional to go in with your men,” she says, propping her chin in her hand with her elbow resting on the arm of the sofa. “Whose warehouse did you blow up last night? One of the Twelve Dragons' haunts?” Rukia’s eyes narrow. “No,” she says, tilting her head slightly. “One of Aizen’s dens, I think. That rat.”
“You speak of matters that you know very little about,” Byakuya says, his chiding evident in his tone.
“Only because you keep me out, oyabun.”
The title makes Byakuya bristle. “I am not—”
“If the shoe fits, brother, why would you not wear it?”
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“Kira,” Gin calls, lifting an arm in greeting as the other man steps off the dock and onto the boat.
Kira nods, shading his eyes with his hand and grabbing one of the rails tightly while he finds his balance. “Ichimaru-san,” he says, inclining his head.
Gin scoffs. “None of that now. We’re friends you and I; how many times will I have to remind you?”
“At least once more,” Kira says. Gin eyes him side-long before turning his back on the blonde man and punching the start button. The deck of the boat vibrates slightly and the engines catch with a rumble. Kira grips the railing, still unsteady.
“Cast us off,” Gin says, already moving towards the bow to lean over and unloop the rope holding them to the dock. Kira does as he’s told and unwinds first the middle rope and then the one at the stern. The last rope slithers into a pile at his feet and Kira reaches out, pushing against the piling, while Gin does the same at the bow. Floating free, the boat dips and bobs until Gin makes his way back to the helm and grips the throttle, easing it forward. The engine's pitch changes and the boat grumbles away from the dock, leaving its neighbours rocking in the gentle wake.
As they put some distance between themselves and the shoreline, Gin leans further into the throttle, and the boat picks up speed. The bay spreads like diamonds and glass in front of them, and behind them the Tokyo skyline glints in the sun. Kira steps carefully towards Gin, holding onto the back of the helm's chair while Gin stands. The wind rises as they gain speed until they're flying over the water, the wake curling in a boiling wash behind them.
Throwing the boat into a sharp turn, Gin whoops as they cross back over their own wake, spray dancing up over the bow and showering them in a cool mist. In the bright sunlight, Gin’s hair is pale enough to seem almost silver, and he squints against the glare. Turning them over their own wake one more time, he eases back on the throttle and takes them down to cruising speed, the bay to their left and the skyline to their right.
There aren’t many other pleasurecraft out on the water today, as it’s not quite yet the season for afternoon cruises along the bay, so they mostly have the water to themselves. Gin eases back further on the throttle, pitching the engine all the way down to a deep idle, and then leans against the windscreen with his arms crossed, looking out over the bow.
“You know someone blew up one of Aizen-sama’s warehouses a week ago,” he says, conversationally.
“I do,” Kira says, “The news said it was a gas leak.”
“Tch,” Gin sounds off, “You can’t believe everything you hear.” He turns to look at the other man, who's settled against the other chair. Kira’s arms are crossed over his chest and his hair is blown back from his face by the wind. His cheeks are faintly tinged pink from the windburn.
After a long moment, Kira says, “No, I guess you can’t.”
Gin drags a hand back through his own hair, letting the strands fall back onto his face. “Do you know anything about it?” Kira asks, and Gin turns, his mouth quirking up in a half-smile.
“Funny you should ask,” Gin says. Kira’s expression turns expectant and Gin flops back into his seat with more drama than is entirely necessary. “There was a car wreck about three blocks away almost right after. I heard,” Gin drops his voice conspiratorially, “that Kuchiki Byakuya was in the car.”
Kira can’t quite school his expression fast enough, and Gin catches a glimpse of surprised fascination before it's buried underneath quiet interest. “Was anyone injured?”
“No,” Gin says with a sigh, as if this was a personal affront. “A kid was driving the car though,” he continues, “Name’s Kurosaki. Do you know him?”
Kira inhales sharply. Gin toasts his own success. Kira has always had a miserable poker face, and even worse, he’s a goddamn bleeding heart. “Heard the Kuchiki girl pulled him out of the wreckage,” Gin says, casually. “Also heard he’s a damn good driver—”
“He won the hill race at the end of the season,” Kira says, distantly.
“Kid’s been driving for the Kuchiki stable for nearly a year now,” Gin says, and then gets up. “You want a drink?”
Kira nods, and Gin disappears down into the belly of his boat, the soft soles of his deck shoes making no sound on the wooden stairs. On the deck, Kira makes his way to the stern, sinking down onto one of the plush benches and letting himself slouch a little, stretching his arm out along the top edge of the hull. The sun is gently warm on his skin and the boat rocks in the low rollers, the rhythm soothing enough that Kira thinks he could probably fall asleep.
He’s startled by the press of something cold into his bare forearm, and opens his eyes to find Gin handing him a sweating can of beer. There’s another one stuffed into the pocket of Gin’s shorts, and in Gin’s other hand is a plate of something. Kira takes the beer and flicks it open; the Snickt! and hiss of the pressure release is satisfying, as is the first long swallow. Carbonation tickles the back of his nose.
Gin sets the plate down—cheese, crackers, black olives, and some kind of dried sausage—and then sinks into the bench across from Kira.
“So,” Kira begins, leaning forward to make a sandwich from a pair of crackers, some cheese, and a piece of sausage. “Kurosaki wrecked a car with a Kuchiki in it. What does that have to do with Aizen-sama’s warehouse?”
“Not a Kuchiki, Kira—the Kuchiki.” Gin grabs an olive between two slender fingers and pops it into his mouth. After a moment, Gin spits out the pit and tosses it off the boat behind him. “The Kuchiki patriarch, in a car wrecked after a high speed chase, within three blocks of the deliberate razing of one of Aizen’s warehouses. You do the math, Izuru-chan,” Gin drawls.
Kira wrinkles his nose. “Don’t call me that,” he says, testily. The dried sausage is very good, but Kira takes another pull from his beer instead, refusing to lean into Gin’s space.
“Sorry, Kira-kun then?” Gin’s voice lilts in a tease.
“Just Kira.”
“Fine,” Gin says. “Spoilsport.” He leans back and takes a long draw on his beer.
Kira makes himself another cheese and cracker sandwich while he mulls over what Gin has been telling him. Gin eats a second olive and takes another sip of his beer, before leaning back against the rear cushion, arms spread out and fingertips idly tracing the seams within his reach.
“Kuchiki can’t have been responsible for the explosion,” Kira says, slowly. “He’s not—he never gets his hands dirty like that.”
“All I know,” Gin says, looking at Kira over the bridge of the sunglasses he's pulled down over his face, “is that he was in the car that got wrecked. The car Kurosaki was driving. The car that came to an undignified end three blocks away from the south-end facility.” Gin takes another sip of his beer, setting the can down gently in front of him and then leaning forward, elbows on his thighs and his chin in his palms. “I think you could find out more though, couldn’t you, Kira?”
Kira can’t see Gin’s eyes behind the mirrored lenses; all he can see is his own face, brows drawn together in thought, and his mouth turned down in displeasure. “I—”
“Aw, c’mon Kira-kun, I can make it worth your while.” Gin watches as Kira’s eyes glint, narrowing in calculation. Gin feels the moment he takes the bait, feels the line he’s been unspooling all afternoon go taut, and feels the catch in the reel before the brake kicks in. Now all he has to do is set the hook and pull Kira in.
Kira’s eyes close briefly and when he opens them again his expression has cleared. “Alright,” he says.
Go fish, Gin thinks, and he shifts to pick up his can, reaching out to clink it against Kira’s. “Cheers.”
#bleach#ichiruki#irbb#sequence fairy's fic#me: creates an au where they drive fast cars#also me: sets this entire chapter on a speed boat#please let me know if you're reading!#i love hearing from y'all
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Wraith in the Ruins: A Fallout 4 Story Part XII
Children of the Wasteland
Trigger warnings: canon violence/language/gun, alcohol and drug use. Suggestive/mature content
Game Spoilers!
Please enjoy!
“You may kiss the bride!”
Spring had finally returned to the Commonwealth and with it the wedding of Valentine and Ellie. Wraith and Hancock stood tall and proud next to their friends as they pledged themselves to each other. Going all out with her sewing skills, Wraith had managed to make a wedding dress that the demure Ellie not only felt comfortable in but looked incredible in too. Valentine was dashing in a tux and formal hat and the pair presented an image that was somehow both striking and modest.
As soon as she had finished the dress Wraith had turned her attention to Hancock’s coat. He had been reluctant to have her mend it; suggesting that the threadbare look was necessary, “Rugged yet classy. Flashy but grounded. It’s a carefully cultivated affect, sunshine.”
“I think that even the King of the Zombies could occasionally go to a tailor… I’ll be gentle I promise.” She had kissed him to make him feel better, “We’ll go find some trouble sometime after the wedding and it’ll be right back to where it was.”
“Mmm, you me and trouble sounds good.”
Wraith hadn’t been getting into as much trouble as she might have liked. After returning to Sanctuary from the behemoth incident, Curie had grounded her. Apparently, tearing the entire Gunner Plaza apart with bare hands so recently after having a shoulder rebuilt was a mistake.
“Madame, you have been entirely too rough with your new arm! You heal quickly yes but you are not invincible. It requires additional surgery now and I would have you rest until it has mended. No more ripping and smashing until I say so! You understand, oui?”
Wraith had initially protested and told her that it would have to wait until spring but Hancock had finally gotten through to her after watching her try to shovel snow. “Far be it for me to tell ya what to do with one of your own limbs but sunshine, you should see the faces you’re making. If it hurts it hurts! Danse an’ me will take care of the snow, ya feel me?”
Working one-handed had been frustrating but Wraith couldn’t deny the necessity. Cautioned even after she stopped wearing the sling, she had to convince Curie that sewing and working on new tack with Strong and Bear wasn’t going to undo all her hard work.
“It’s perfect rehab, Baby Bird. I’m all caught up with desk work and I’m about to lose my mind. It’s this or I go out and find dragons to fight.”
“I simply cannot understand your attraction to violent excursion.”
“ALPHA GOOD AT SMASHING!”
There was no denying the sense of peace she had felt, while sitting with Panther sprawled across her lap, creating something with her hands. Now, standing next to Hancock in her Minutemen uniform, the past frustrations of the winter melted as the snow.
Valentine and Ellie were married and there was a small reception at Home Plate. Piper, Preston, Codsworth and Wraith had been cooking for days. Incredibly proud of the cake he had made, Preston stationed himself next to its table, eyeballing MacCready and the children if they got too close.
“Do you think he’ll let us cut it?” Ellie’s voice was just loud enough for him to hear but rather than be embarrassed Preston gave her the two finger I’ve-got-my-eyes-on-you gesture while sporting a huge smile.
The partygoers ate and visited, paused to watch the cake cutting (Ellie had rather daintily touched Valentine’s substantial nose with frosting and then proceeded to kiss it just as daintily away which cause a great deal of assorted “awww” noises) and ate and visited some more. Wraith drifted around pretending to mingle but really she was looking for Deacon. She hadn’t seen him since the Plaza fiasco and she was worried about him.
“Hey sunshine, come dance with me.” Hancock was the very definition of dashing in his mended coat. As other pairs moved to the floor, the ghoul led them toward the less crowded edge. When the song ended he pulled her tightly to him with a cunning look in his eye. “He’s not here, love.”
“Who?”
He smiled then kissed her. It was a long, intense kiss that left Wraith breathless and brought a flush to her cheeks. Seeming satisfied by her passionate response, he cocked his head to one side and gave her a self-mocking smile, “There’s only one person, apart from MacCready, that steals your attention from me.”
Now the color on Wraith’s cheeks belonged to embarrassment and she took a step away from him, “Who says I’m not looking for Shaun?”
“You just out-smarted yourself, sunshine.”
Frowning now, she play-punched his shoulder, “Be nice to me!” She folded her arms and glared at him.
His smile vanishing, Hancock snaked an arm around her middle and pulled her back to him. Leaning in close, his eyes shown with a look of open lust that made Wraith’s heart skip, “I’ll be very nice to you. Right now, if you want me.”
For a long second Wraith forgot that she was in a room full of people. Her breath hitching in her chest, she leaned against him.
Two can play at this game.
Her mouth at his ear, Wraith’s voice was wanton and husky, “I want you.” Thinking that she had called his bluff she was genuinely surprised when he pushed her to the wall while kissing her hard and unfastening her uniform.
…tactical error…
He let her push him away, knowing that he had won, “Don’t worry sunshine; I’m not that much of a barbarian.”
“Hmm, I don’t know… You’re not someone I’d play chicken with.”
Wraith shooed Valentine and Ellie away when they started to help with the clean-up, “Oh no; you guys leave this me! I’ll have some plenty helps so you guys go do newlywed and stuff.” A little tipsy, she made a couple of obscene gestures that made Ellie giggle.
To everyone’s surprise, Valentine swept his wife up into his arms, “I’ll get right on that!” Ellie laughed, delighted as he carried her out the door.
Hancock snickered, “He’s not even drunk! Hasn’t had a drop since MacCready’s birthday!”
Taking a break, Wraith settled in a chair and waved goodbye (perhaps over-enthusiastically) as Piper and the kids left.
“Quite a swinging, goodtime you all had.” Deacon handed Wraith a container of water, “Any cake left?”
“Ah, there’s the shadow master.” Wraith took a couple of sips while she stared at his full, red beard. “Where’ve you been?” Close to sober, she looked at the floor, “I’ve been worried about you.”
MacCready had swaggered up and stood next to Wraith’s chair not unlike Preston guarding the cake, “How’s it going, sunglasses? Nice chin-warmer. It real, or did you shave a dog for it? Haven’t seen you for a while; thought you might have gone to that big ol’ dumpster in the sky.”
Deacon was surprised: MacCready’s body posture and tone were conversational and friendly, despite the fact he initially seemed territorial. “Well, gosh MacSweety! I had no idea you cared so much.”
“Right!? Well, a hero always cares for the little people.”
“Hey hero, come back o’er here and help me with this fucking table!” Hancock winked at Wraith on their way out the door.
Even with just the two of them, Deacon felt the air was stifling close, “Can we talk on the roof, boss? I want to see the sky.”
It was still early spring and the night was chilly. Wraith sat cross-legged next to Deacon and watched their breath float away like mist, “You seem to be moving around okay…”
“I’m fit as a fiddle… where on earth did that expression come from?”
“Can you tell me what you’ve been up to? You seem... thicker. I like your beard by the way; it’s nicely shaped. You do that yourself? What’s it hiding?”
“Keeps my face warm. I’m a Minutemen caravan guard. Later this spring when you head to the Capital Ruins to pick up MacCready’s son, you’ll be joined by six fresh-faced new recruits. Well… in my case, a beard-faced recruit. My name’s Harley.” He offered her his hand, “It’s an honor to finally meet you, General. I believe I will be of great use to you.”
After a firm handshake he reached into the Minutemen uniform he was wearing and handed her an envelope. “This is correspondence meant for you from the Nyx Morningstar. She has agreed to meet your party and aide in the safe travel of Duncan MacCready.”
“De… Harley…”
Deacon removed his sunglasses and smiled his eyes at her, “Thicker, huh? Guess all those extra pushups did the trick.”
“You’re almost beastly.” She used her shoulder to shove his playfully. “Harley, are we sure these five ‘recruits’ aren’t going to suddenly become coursers midway south?”
Regret flashed across his face, “We are sure, yes.”
“I trust you.” She meant it as a joke but could tell his chuckle was forced. “I sent a letter to Morningstar last fall… how… no, that’s stupid; you know every fucking thing about me! But, do you know how unfair that is?”
“I’m the same age as Hancock. We are both going to be forty-five this year.”
“I adore you. You know that too though, don’t you?”
He let her lean on him, “Yeah.”
Shaun was furious. Dirty and bruised, the fact that he had been fighting also showed in the mud in his curly hair. He stood before Wraith with his chin held defiantly high and his fists clenched at his sides.
“Why did you push Nat, Shaun?” Wraith tried to maintain a calm, level voice and keep emotion from her face.
“She threw mud at me.” His voice trembled with barely suppressed anger.
“Why did Nat throw mud at you?”
“I told her to stop being a bully!”
“Elaborate, Shaun. Tell me the whole story.”
“This isn’t fair! SHE STARTED IT! WHY AREN’T YOU YELLING AT HER?!”
Wraith let an edge creep into her voice and hardened her eyes, “The only person yelling is you. As for Nat, don’t worry about it. Piper will speak to her. When you cause a scene and are publicly violent, it is my responsibility.”
“Since when? I thought you gave me up to the Wrights.”
“It’s unfortunate you feel that way.”
Ouch, kid!
Wraith sat motionless waiting for him to speak. A game of patience and nerve she didn’t plan on losing. It took some time but he broke the silence first.
“Nat, Pete, Erin and me were playing the ground-is-radioactive-waste with a ball… that’s when you can’t let the ball touch the ground, cause…” Surprised that she hadn’t interrupted he was momentarily flustered, “Anyway, Shang was just… Idunno, watching us and I felt bad. I asked him if he wanted to play with us but Nat said ‘no’.” Shaun’s face had started to relax as he spoke but now tightened with renewed anger as he relived the memory, “I told her she wasn’t the boss and she got really mad and threw the ball up on the roof of someplace! I said she was a bully and we all weren’t going to play with her ever again! Then she threw mud at me so I pushed her down.” He waved his hands in exasperation, “SHE TACKLED ME WHEN I TURNED AROUND! SHE TACKLED ME!”
“MacCready said he had to pull her off of you, yes.” The fact that MacCready had been laughing the entire time he had told Wraith, wasn’t something she was going to tell the prideful child.
“HOW IS THIS MY FAULT?!”
“I never said it was your fault. Not sure what that has to do with anything… or why you are still yelling. I’m right here and I’m listening to you.” Resisting the urge to cross her legs or arms she took a deep breath, knowing that he’d most likely mirror her. “If you had a chance to go back and change how you handled yourself what would you have done?”
After a deep breath he folded his arms and looked away, “I’d stop Nat from throwing our ball away.”
“I said ‘you’, Shaun, not Nat. What different thing would you have done?”
“I dunno what you want me to say, so just tell me.”
“Nope.”
Anger renewed, he clenched everything and glared at her, “You want me to say that ‘violence is the last resort’, right? Why don’t you practice what you preach, Wraith the Barbarian?! It must be nice sitting up there on your high tower!”
Wraith had to bite her lip to keep from giggling. “I think you just combined ‘high horse’ with ‘lofty tower’.”
Cheap shot but still, ouch kid. Ouch. I can’t get over how much you look like Nate… lighter skin and my eyes but still… You’re breaking my heart…
“We aren’t talking about me. We are talking about you. Judging by what you just said you know full well where mistakes were made.” Wraith stood up and folded her arms behind her back, “Do you know how to play chess?”
“Wha...”
“Did you know Bear came with me? He wanted to see if there was a market here for some of his brahmin tack… anyway, he and Hancock like to play chess together and I think they were going to meet up for an after-lunch game. I want you to go and watch them. You don’t have to tell them about what happened this morning but you do need to be polite. Understand?”
Confusion crawled across the synth child’s face, “That’s it? I just… have to watch Mr. Hancock and Mr. Bear play… But why…”
“Yes or no, please.”
“Yes, grandma.”
“Got tackled by a girl, huh? Good for you!” Bear gave the child a hearty pat on the back that made him lurch forward, “Start calling you Lady-killer! Har har!”
Hancock’s face was inscrutable, “How old are ya, twelve? I guess that’s not so early to have a girlfriend.”
“She is NOT my girlfriend!”
A table had been set up in Home Plate for the two ghouls to battle each other. MacCready was sitting nearby, helping to sort guns that had just come in and he snickered at their gentle ribbing.
“I thought Wraith was teaching you judo. How’d Nat get the better of ya?” Hancock hooked a nearby chair with a boot and gestured for Shaun to take a seat, “Relax kid, you’re lookin’ like yer about to pop!”
Slumping, defeated in the chair, Shaun muttered at the floor, “She’s teaching Nat and Ms. Wright too.” He absentmindedly picked at a clot of mud on his jeans. “It’s not like I’m special or anything. To her, I mean.”
MacCready made a noise in his throat and half-stood, ready to come to Wraith’s defense. Hancock waved him back to his seat with a subtle flick of his hand.
“It seems odd for her to waste her time in teachin’ somebody judo, if she doesn’t care ‘bout ‘em, you feel me? Hey, Bear?”
Taking a long drag from his cigar, the enormous ghoul made a show of considering Hancock’s words, “Hmmm, you’re right.” Blowing a few smoke rings, Bear folded his arms and leaned toward Shaun, “You know, I lost my mom when I was a kid. My poor pop was a broken man for a time. Wolf’s family took me in and she an’ I grew up together just like you and your girl, there. We used to get in the worst kinda screaming, punch fights! Phew!”
Shaun’s locked his green eyes on Bear, “Really?”
“Sure enough. Mrs. Wolf would make us hug after; the worse the fight the longer we would have to. Drove us crazy but it did the trick. Teach us to throw hands at each other!” Looking back at the chessboard, Bear knit his brow and frowned, “Wait. Wait… what did I just do?”
“You lose your spot, brother?”
“No! Nope I got this… So young Shaun, you want to learn chess from a master?”
“I know a little bit… Just how the pieces can move and what they’re called.”
“Master, huh?” Hancock moved his queen, “Checkmate.”
“N… no… you… ” Sucking air over his teeth, Bear was ready to let loose with a powerful stream of curses. Hearing MacCready loudly clear his throat, he instead exercised extreme restraint, “Youuuuu… oxygen thief!”
Shaun shared in MacCready and Hancock’s laughter, “Grandma says that too. What’s it mean?”
“It means a ‘useless person’. I demand a rematch! I was distracted.”
“First lesson, Shaun: when you lose, resign your king with grace. What Grandmaster Bear just demonstrated was not a graceful resignation.”
“Hardy har har.”
“Back on your girl trouble...” Hancock smiled at Shaun’s frustrated sigh, “I imagine that Nat cares about you and yer opinion of her. Probably hurt her to hear ya say you’ll never play with her again. Dealing in absolutes is dangerous. Plus, hormones aside, yer getting a little old to be goaded so easily into a throw-down like that.” Raising his brow he leaned forward confidentially, “Don’t get me wrong, rolling around in the mud with a gal is fun and all but like I said, you’re twelve. Maybe just stick to holdin’ hands, you feel me?”
“She made me so mad!” Hugging himself, Shaun confessed to the floor, “I didn’t mean it though.” When he lifted his head, there were tears in his eyes and his voice was thick with emotion, “Was grandma broken? Is… is that why… Oh, I should’ve said that!”
MacCready practically leapt across the room, “Hey man, don’t cry! What did you say?”
Shaun shook his head and wiped his face with a sleeve, “I’m just… I was mean.”
Hancock set a gentle hand on his shoulder, “Listen kid, we all have bad days, right? You know yer grandma will understand. So, chin up and eyes open. Watch me kick Bear’s… MacCready, what am I allowed to say again?”
“Well, I’m glad you were able to get through to him; he called me a barbarian! Although, truthfully I can’t protest too much…”
“You’re not… that bad.”
“Thanks, Mac.”
“You should have heard ‘em. Everything a proper father should say.” MacCready shoved Hancock playfully, “Maybe, we should start calling you ‘daddy Hancock’.”
Wraith maintained a private suit at the Dugout Inn and after finalizing plans for a morning departure, MacCready, Hancock and she retired for the evening.
Wraith had been brushing her teeth as MacCready sang the ghoul’s praises but stuck her head in the bedroom to make a disgusted face, “Ugh, no! That is, surprisingly enough, one kink I do not have.”
Hancock pulled MacCready to him, “You can call me whatever you want, Robert.” He set his scarred lips against the younger man’s in a dipping kiss that ended with Hancock gently nipping MacCready’s lower lip. All while maintaining eye contact with Wraith.
“Sh… shit.”
“Awww, now with the cursing? Well I guess daddy’s gonna have to teach you a lesson…”
“Please. Please, let’s not have this be a ‘thing’, okay? …guys?” Wraith protested even as the two men quickly shed their clothes.
“Wraith, c’mere and help hold ‘im down!”
MacCready feigned a timid whine, “Who says she’s on your side, huh?”
Giving in to desire, Wraith pulled her shirt off over her head, “Okay, but I’m gonna make you two hug after.”
Stopping briefly at Sanctuary, Wraith had dropped MacCready off for his first semester of the year. With another winter in the Commonwealth conquered, she set about finalizing plans for an extended leave-of-absence. This included a three-week tour of all Minutemen settlements within the Commonwealth proper, with Hancock and Dogmeat in tow. Apart from a minor skirmish with a grumpy, just-woke-up yao guai, that involved Wraith running in circles while calling out to a very frustrated Hancock “please don’t shoot the bear!” the inspection went as well as one could hope and she returned home exhausted but hopeful.
“Curie wants to see you at the clinic, when you aren’t too busy, dear.” Sofie rolled her eyes, “Whenever that is.”
Hancock had nearly fallen asleep on Wraith’s office couch, but gestured vaguely at her on her way out the door, “Make sure you eat somethin’ first!”
Laughing at her when she walked into Curie’s lab with a whole loaf of razorgrain bread hanging out of her mouth, Danse pointed to his lip, “Afternoon, General. You’ve got a crumb… just there.”
Curie giggled at them, “It is good to see that you eating, Madame.” She walked over and began manipulating Wraith’s left arm. “I wanted to check on your shoulder before your journey.” Danse got up to leave the room but Curie waved him back to his chair, “Her clothing will remain on, mon ours.”
“So what’s the plan, General?” Danse’s face turned red and he cleared his throat.
Not to be detoured from his pet name reveal, Wraith’s smile was enormous around her meal and she razzed him unmercifully, “’Bear’, huh?” She chomped and smacked as she ate; making as much obnoxious eating noises as possible, “You know, we already have a Bear. What’s French for moose?”
“General…”
“Hmm, there is élan, but this is an elk. It isn’t quite fitting, no? Although some anatomy may be…”
“Curie…”
“Oh, ho? You don’t say? Oh my, do tell!”
Danse’s face was nearing purple, “Are you ladies quite through?!”
“Oh mon amour, don’t be such a prune.” She stepped lightly to him and kissed the corner of his mouth.
The large man gave an equally large sigh and smiled at her, “Dearest, I believe you mean ‘prude’.”
“Oh? Very well.”
“You two are too adorable…”
“How is your pain level, madame?”
“Honestly it’s fine. My arm can be a little tight if I move it straight up and down laterally but unless someone plans on using me as a water pump, it’ll be oaky.”
Danse had been brewing tea and offered Wraith a cup, “The plan? You haven’t actually told anyone where you’re going…”
Sitting on the edge of a counter, Wraith took a sip before answering, “It’s kind of a surprise. I actually want to talk to you about some related matters though; so if you can keep a lid on things, I’ll fill you in.”
“Shall I step out of the room, madame?”
Wraith waved the suggestion away, “Nope, it’s not a huge deal just, like I said, keep it hush-hush.”
The couple pulled up chairs and both leaned forward unconsciously. Their eager faces reminded Wraith of children excited for story time and made Wraith felt particularly maternal.
I feel like I’ve been more of a mother to these two…
“I’m going to take a couple of days to rest here but the plan is to head south. Hancock, MacCready and I are taking a small contingent of Minutemen and going to Underworld, to get Duncan.”
Curie clapped her hands, “Oh, how wonderful! To reunite father and son! Oh, oh I’m going to cry!”
Danse had gone very still, “You’re going to the Columbia Commonwealth.”
“Yes, I am and I wanted to ask if you would like to come along.”
Standing abruptly, he turned his back to her and spoke to the wall, “Do you think that I should? Why?”
“Danse…”
Whipping around, his face was a kaleidoscope of emotion, “I’m not sure if anything that I remember was real! No, I can’t. I shouldn’t.”
“Mon amour, surely you have chapters of your life that need closing? What if Haylen…”
“NO!” Instantly sorry for shouting, Danse visibly pulled himself together and offered the two women a wan smile, “This is real.” He took Curie’s hand and pulled her into a hug, “You are real.” He kissed her, “Right?”
“Oui, mon ours, I am real.”
Wraith stood to leave, “I understand. Oh, Curie, will you have the prosthetic for Henrietta finished soon? Since we’re going to be going that way I’d like to give it to her in person.”
“Oui, Monsieur Sturges and I finished yesterday.”
“Excellent! Oh, like I said, I’m keeping it a surprise until I know for certain that Mac will be ready. He might still need convincing, so mum’s the word.”
Grabbing her hand before she made it through the doorway, Danse pulled Wraith in for a hug, “Thank you. I know I’ve said it before but if it wasn’t for you… I might have never known what ‘real’ is.”
Wraith patted his back, “I’m glad I could help you bear-man.”
“Why am I so nervous? Are you nervous? I’m sweating… ugh! Are you sweating, because I am definitely sweating?”
It was early morning and Hancock and Wraith sat at the table in her small kitchen. MacCready had yet to join them and Wraith was letting her anxiety spin out of control.
“I’m not even sure why I’m nervous! I mean, maybe it’s because I’ve spent a lot of time planning this without actually getting his permission. And the fact that I’ve asked him before… even volunteered to go with him but he said ‘no’ like he meant never.”
“It’ll be fine, sunshine.” Hancock took her hand in his to keep her from drumming the tabletop apart, “You should have seen him when he saw that picture… when he heard his boy’s voice…” His own voice deepened with emotion and his eyes where misty with the memory, “He wasn’t ready before but he’s sure as hell ready now!”
“What am I ready for?” MacCready joined them while rubbing his eyes like a sleepy child. Folding his arms on the table, he laid his head on them and mumbled into the crook of his elbow, “What are you two crazy people going to get me caught up in now?”
“Did you sleep upside-down? Your hair is completely vertical!” Perhaps slightly jealous, Hancock’s tone carried a small amount of disgust, “It’s goddamn ridiculous!”
The young man, with dramatic slowness, unfolded an arm and flipped him off. Smoothly and without hesitation, Hancock plucked a mutfruit from the bowl on the table and slid it down over the offending digit.
“Oh mY GOD! WHAT IS THAT?!” Shuddering slightly, MacCready shouted into his elbow: too afraid to look.
Laughing helplessly Wraith shook her head, “You two are the absolute best!”
“It’s a mutfruit, MacCready.” The ghoul’s tone was shrewd and taunting, “I’d think you’d know…”
Lifting it to his lips, MacCready waggled his eyebrows at him while slowly taking a bite, “Not used to one being applied in that particular location.” He winked at Wraith.
“Boy, that got off track before we even left the station...” Wraith cleared her throat and tried to school her features into a poker face Fahrenheit would be proud of. “Okay… here we go. Mac, I wrote a letter to Nyx Morningstar last fall. She and I have made arrangements to meet at a relatively safe location and she’s going to grant us additional protection as we pick up Duncan.” Mistaking his shocked expression for a rejection, Wraith’s face pinched with nerves and she spoke faster and faster while gesticulating, “I know you’ve told me ‘no’ but I think we have come a long way in making the roads safer since then. After all, that was just after we gave the cure to Daisy! There will be ten Minutemen with us, Morningstar’s people once we get close enough, plus Hancock and me. Not to mention you! The behemoth thing was just a fluke and although I’ve no way of being able to guarantee, without any fraction of doubt, that we won’t come across a similar situation, statistically…”
“Wraith! Wraith, stop!” Able to capture one of her waving hands, MacCready stood and pulled her with him. Reaching for Hancock as well, he hugged them both while laughing and crying, “I love you guys. Of course, of course I want…” Giving over to crying, he was unable to finish.
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I’m thrilled to present my contribution to the @cssns project! This got both longer and sillier than originally intended, and I hope you all enjoy it.
Beta’d by the glorious @wingedlioness and with lovely artwork (including the banner!) done by @eastwesthomeisbest.
Rated T, for violence, language, and annoying bureaucracy. Also on AO3. ~3000 words.
He was a vamp, she was a witch; can I make it any more obvious?
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He wasn’t a heathen.
Well, okay, he was, but that was just part and parcel of being a vampire.
At least vampires weren’t the soulless, lurking-in-the-night creatures of popular imagination. No, they had their souls. (Unless they’d sold it to the Devil, a demon, or witch, but any Tom, Dick, or Harry might do that.)
Killian was in possession of his soul, but he might well have lost his mind.
Emma Swan was driving him well and truly crazy.
He was just doing his best, doing what was required of him to fill the void on the Supernatural and Paranormal Beings and Creatures Council (S.P.B.C.C. for short, though it was still a mouthful) since he had killed Rumplestiltskin.
He was following the rules in a way he hadn’t since 1789, and it…chafed. If you were responsible for the death of a S.P.B.C.C. member, you had to make sure their people—or creatures, whatever--were still represented. As Rumplestiltskin was some unknown kind of imp who seemed unique in his essence in this world, there was no one left to represent, but his seat needed to be filled. Some had argued that Killian’s presence on the Council was just giving the vampires more than their share of voices, but that was rubbish.
For starters, Killian couldn’t stand the lot of them. They were old sticks in the mud, mostly traditionalists who went around wearing capes and talking about bloodlines. The others were Reform Vampires—poncy idiots who went on about better unliving through various serums and who were always on social media trying to manage perception of vampires in the non-magical world.
And for his part, Killian was content to reside somewhere between the two. He was here for some good, old-fashioned vengeance and violence, but one had to be practical as well. It was easier to come by coconut water than find someone’s blood to drink, even with the requisite sodium supplements he had to take. After all, leaving a swath of dead people tended to garner the wrong kind of attention.
And that was the other thing—he wanted to be left in peace to live his unlife, drinking his coconut water and from the occasional willing volunteer (gods, but he’d put on a few pounds during the Twilight craze).
He hadn’t wanted a position on the S.P.B.C.C., hadn’t wanted anything to do with it. But then Swan had descended from the sky like the terrifying bird of her namesake (he was disappointed to learn about the missed opportunity for a pun in her name, as she was in fact not a shapeshifter) and harangued him about “murdering” Rumplestiltskin and having to pay his dues.
Which meant sitting on that bloody council.
Okay, fine, he was a bit at loose ends these days. Having fulfilled his centuries-old grudge and finally offed His Glitteriness Rumplestiltskin might have left something of a void. And sure, sometimes he saw eternity stretching out before him like an unending circle of emptiness, but it was fine.
A voice cut through his musings and he jolted to attention. “Jones? Councilmember Jones? Killian Jones? Captain Hook? Do you have any fucking input for once, or are you too busy thinking about bloodbaths to pay attention to us today?” Emma Swan sounded cranky and irritable and a little like she was considering coming over and introducing a motion to punch him.
He smirked. “Sorry, love, I’m afraid you’ll have to repeat the initial question. I was rather dozing, as it is in fact daytime.”
“Not your love, Councilmember Jones. And for the love, come see me or Granny Lucas after the session,” she said, her golden hair cascading over her hands as she rubbed her temples in exasperation.
Maybe there was still some fun to be had after all.
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Emma was going to murder him. Killian Jones might technically be dead already, but she would happily test out different levels of deadness.
He was impossible.
She was just trying to keep this stupid council with its stupid acronyms and stupid councilmembers running smoothly.
She hadn’t wanted this job, this position. She just wanted to work on her spells and occasional potions, help some people, and pay her bills.
But no, she’d had to go and help people a little too well. Now it was Savior This and Savior That, all for breaking a measly curse and talking a witch queen off the ledge and reuniting her with her love.
She had been going about her life much as she had since she had accidentally teleported away from a crime scene (now that was a tale) where an ex had left her literally and figuratively holding the bag. Emma certainly hadn’t intended the escape she’d made, but she could hardly complain, either. And she’d been curious about how she’d done it, to put it mildly.
A lot of internet searches, the fortunate discovery of a coven that met for a weekly book club at her local library, and maybe-not-coincidental of the discovery of a talking kitten named Henry later, she knew what she was—a witch.
Fast forward a few years, and she’d found a home of sorts up in Storybrooke, and the three of them had opened a little shop selling various magicks and magical items.
To her surprise, Emma had found she gravitated toward light magic, especially of the healing variety, though she was good with technological stuff too. And Henry, once he was grown, was very helpful. He still occasionally knocked over things on her work table, which could be problematic—he was a cat, after all—but his advice was usually sound.
She really hadn’t intended to get drawn into anything more than her perfectly satisfactory life. But then Ruby, werewolf, customer, and sometimes friend, had asked her for help. Unless someone stopped it, there would be a curse enacted.
Regina, Queen of Misthaven, had come to power 28 years before, after deposing the previous queen and her husband, cursing them to eternal sleep. Eternal sleep was eternal in the way that vampires were immortal; it could be interrupted—by death or the rupture of the curse—but would continue until something came along and meddled.
It seemed that becoming queen and cursing her former rival wasn’t enough for Regina, though. Her unhappiness increased, compounded by her magical subjects’ dislike and the distance of the other S.P.B.C.C. members kept from her. She had decided to enact a spell to doom them, all her subjects, to go back in time and live lives of medieval drudgery.
Ruby had no interest in that. To begin with, her girlfriend wouldn’t approve, and she would miss the whole voting thing. Aside from that, saying goodbye to Netflix and electricity was just unacceptable. And Ruby was far from the only concerned party.
Emma was stumped. After all, what could she do? She’d known she was a witch for a decade, and stronger people than her had attempted to do something.
Most people trying to deal with the situation, though, hadn’t had the benefit of being raised non-magically.
Sure, magic could solve a lot of problems (and create them just as easily, but that wasn’t the point). But sometimes? The best solution was good, old-fashioned, and non-magical. In this case, it meant using her investigative skills to find a dragon that had been hiding from the magical world and who was supposedly powerful enough to help.
Well, it turned out that the dragon was an ex-girlfriend of Regina’s, and reuniting the two of them had done wonders. Regina backed down from evil world domination and had even been amenable to the equally non-magical suggestion of therapy.
Maybe there was something to the whole love thing after all.
Once Regina had thawed a bit due to Maleficent’s calming presence, she had tried to break the curse of eternal sleep she had put on Queen Snow and King David...all to no avail. The only spells capable of waking them required a blood relative—a living, breathing, and awake one—and both of them were the only ones left from their families, their only child having disappeared as a baby (another unfortunate result of one of Regina’s spells).
So imagine Emma’s surprise, when, as Regina was attempting show Emma one of the spells that wasn’t working, Henry jumped on her—Emma, not Regina—and clawed her.
She scolded him, not noticing right away that blood was welling up from the gash he’d left on her hand. She didn’t notice when the blood dripped right in the pathway of the spell Regina was casting, or how her eyes widened.
Regina noticed, though. They all noticed when this spell, instead of doing nothing like the previous attempts, woke up Snow and David.
And that was how Emma learned that she was their long-lost child, the missing child of the queen and king.
It had been awkward, to be sure. Finding family you didn’t know you had, accompanied by the weight of royal expectation, took a lot to adjust to. That was to say nothing of having parents who looked the same age as Emma and had last interacted with the world in the ‘80s. (There had been a shoulder pads intervention, fortunately.)
It was...hard. After a life lived on her own and having grown up in the foster care system, Emma wasn’t exactly one for opening up and sharing. But seeing how hard Snow and David were trying to reach out to her, she was willing to try to meet them halfway.
After some negotiating with her parents, they had worked out that in light of Regina’s resignation (and she swore a blood oath to live peaceably with Maleficent all her days, but the fact remained that it left an open S.P.B.C.C. seat), Emma would stand in at the council meetings. And she didn’t have to wear nearly as many poofy robes and old-fashioned witches’ hats as her mother had originally wanted.
Her mother had originally been offered the position, but she had turned it down, citing a desire to catch up on everything she’d missed. To her parents’ glee, Emma accepted the seat when it was offered to her in her mother’s stead. Not only did it give her a way to connect with them, it gave her parents time to connect with each other and the world again, as a lot had changed over the past thirty years. That was a lot of Netflix to binge.
Honestly, it wasn’t the worst. Some days, Emma even enjoyed her work with the Supernatural and Paranormal Beings and Creatures Council. She had put a lot into it, and eventually she’d been elected Speaker for the council, which was pretty miraculous given the tensions between witches/warlocks and vampires.
It hadn’t taken Emma long in the supernatural world to learn about the longstanding enmity between her people and the vampires.
If the non-magical world was to be believed, the real beef was between werewolves and vampires. (But maybe that was the issue—the werewolves were content with the beef, while most vampires didn’t care for cow blood or other byproducts.)
In reality, it was trickier. Sure, there were some tensions between werewolves and vampires—there were between most of the different supernatural and paranormal groups and species—but they mostly got along. In fact, they often played emissary between the vampires and witches, as they had common sociopolitical aims with both.
Emma shook her head—she didn’t have time to get side-tracked musing over her own damn life story and the history of a low-grade feud between magical beings right now. She had council business to attend to.
Council business that, unfortunately, included Killian Jones.
She scowled. That vampire had been a pain in her ass since the first whisper of him she’d heard. He was just...ugh.
On some level, she could accept that in the magical world, he had a right to be on the council as the one who had defeated Rumplestiltskin. The magical world had a convoluted law that boiled down to stating that anyone who defeated another supernatural being in combat could—and should—assume their posts and responsibilities. As an American, she was appalled. It was a lot to take in and reconcile.
And that was to say nothing of the man—or man-pire, as Angel would have said—himself. He didn’t want to be there, that was clear. He was obviously just there to avoid negative legal repercussions of having taken revenge on Rumplestiltskin (for what, Emma was fuzzy on the details). He didn’t much care for the other vampires or anyone else there.
Unfortunately, that made him one hell of a swing vote. He was unpredictable and didn’t follow traditional vampire allegiances, which made his presence on the council...interesting.
Not that she was interested.
She held in a sigh. The council was trying to get some work done on a law that would regulate different supplement vendors and how they could market to supernatural and magical beings, but they were running into all kinds of issues with the different vendors.
Truthfully, Emma found it incredibly dull, but something had to be done to break up the gridlock, and Jones was one of the most likely to be able to swing the vote. It galled her, especially when he couldn’t put on his professional pants and be the grown-up he was. God, he had to be at least 250, so couldn’t he act like it?
She motioned Granny Lucas over. They approached him where he stood talking to one of the faeries, and Emma cleared her throat.
He turned around and smiled. “I was hoping it would be you, luv.”
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Gods, but it was so delightful and delightfully easy to rile Swan. The way her cheeks flushed and her fist clenched...it did things to him.
He was bad man. Or vampire, whatever.
Quite frankly, Killian couldn’t care less about the whether one clan of gnomes or another received the bid or contract to produce supplements. He wasn’t even sure that’s what this session was about, but he knew it was something of that sort. Probably.
Even if he had paid attention, it was worth it to rile Emma. He would say she was delicious, but that had connotations he didn’t intend. He didn’t want to drain her, for Christ’s sake.
There was just something about the reddening of her skin that had him wanting to bite her...just not in a vampire way.
He’d had lovers since Milah died. It had been over two centuries, after all, and he wasn’t a monk. While he’d treated them with the respect due to them as people (or faeries or witches, etc.), none of those relationships had been particularly lengthy or meaningful to him.
And if he could seduce Emma, he didn’t figure she would be either, even if she was a spitfire. Hell, she kept him plenty interested as it was, and he’d only ever seen her remove her jacket once. (It had been to punch one of his fellow fanged ones on the council, and he’d loved every moment of it.)
Whatever transpired, it would be fun.
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“Is something funny, Hook? Are we entertaining enough for you?” Emma bit out.
She was tired. She wanted to go home and curl up in her chair, and have Henry come purr next to her. Or sass her and tell her to feed him, which was probably more likely. Either was better than this.
And then this asshole whose vote mattered had to be the way he was.
She knew he hadn’t listened to her. It wasn’t her fault the minutiae of supernatural government was boring, and 142 other people had done okay with listening.
He wasn’t an idiot. He had survived a long-ass time. As a pirate for most of it, no less. And he’d killed Rumple-fucking-stiltskin. So he had to have a brain in there.
Which meant that his lack of listening was due to boredom, even if he had started smiling during the last bit of her speech—a distant, predatory thing that she knew had nothing to do with supplements.
Her head was pounding. She couldn’t afford to have a loose cannon on the council; she needed him to be invested.
“Look, Jones, what’s it going to take to get you to give a fuck?” she asked, shoulders slumped.
Granny looked at her in surprise. Killian did too, eyes widening before he pasted his signature smirk onto his face.
That stupid side of his mouth quirked up, and he bit his lip in a way Emma knew he knew was lascivious. Bastard. “Depends, luv, on what you’re willing to give.”
Granny snorted and said, “Well, I’ll let you two work this out between you,” and walked away.
Traitor.
She forced herself to roll her eyes. “Nothing you’re implying, buddy.”
“Me? Implying things? Swan, I would never say anything that has a double meaning,” he said, after a very fake and dramatic gasp.
“That’s because they have triple meanings,” she muttered under her breath.
“Sorry, what?” He raised an eyebrow at her.
She smiled innocently at him, “I said, we need to discuss your leanings. For the council.”
He gave her a long, considering look. “Dinner. Invite me over for dinner—” at this, he picked up her hand, turned it over, and pressed a lingering kiss to her wrist, “—and we can discuss whatever you’d like.”
Ignoring the burning where his lips had touched her skin, she pulled her hand away. “Seriously?”
“As the supplement discussions, luv.”
“Fine. Come over at seven tomorrow. I’ll text you the directions,” Emma said, huffing.
He scratched behind his ear, looking uncharacteristically sheepish. “I...I actually don’t have a cell phone.”
“Uh, okay. Do you have a...landline?”
“I do. And email,” he blurted.
She gave a sigh of relief. “Okay, I’ll email you the address later.”
Thank god she didn’t have to actually talk on the phone.
#cssns#cs ff#captain swan#cs au#cs magical au#vampires and witches and werewolves oh my#can I take anything seriously? can I get over em dashes and italics?#tune in for this and other chapters to find out!#rules & regulations#amber writes
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S&H: Ch. 7 Meet the Families {pt. 1}
Chapter summary: Molten and his family are brought to have dinner with the royal family.
Notes, Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10, Ch. 11, Ch. 12, Ch. 13, Ch. 14, Ch. 15, Ch. 16, Ch. 17, Ch. 18, Ch. 19, Ch. 20, Ch. 21, Ch. 22, Ch. 23, Ch. 24, Ch. 25, Ch. 26, Ch. 27
After spending over an hour answering questions for three of the princesses—Mona said nothing, she just continued to stare at Molten, making him rather uncomfortable—Zion made his excuses to spend alone with Molten. They were walking from the games room—as the five siblings called it—down the corridor Zion’s room was on. The soft-lit passage was as comforting as it was unsettling for Molten because the wall-mounted lights were lit with a spell—he could feel magic radiate from each one.
Your family and the Queen of the Dragons are here. The words came to Molten’s attention soon after they had left the games room. Where in the castle were they? And by family, was it just his parents or were Firestrike and Blaze here also?
As if to answer his questions, the door, just ahead of them, opened. Out of the room strolled a young drake, about four years old. She had sky blue scales and fair hair down to her shoulders; small, white, rounded horns poked through the thin layer of hair, already beginning to curl down by her face like ram horns. She was dressed in a pair of striped black and white leggings and a grey, star-scattered tee. She shifted her gaze to the couple, her soft turquoise eyes looking up at them.
Molten squatted down as a feminine voice called out from inside the room she had come from, “Ember?”
Molten winked at the dragonet who giggled amusingly. The sound of her laughter was music to Zion’s ears. A dragoness came to the doorway and stood there, an almost white shade of grey was her main scale colour, the same sky blue scales as the dragonet as her underbelly colour, which ran down the front of her neck and down on to her chest, viewable because of the off the shoulder top she wore. She didn’t look like the typical dam of a four-year-old.
The dragonet didn’t seem to notice her mother in the doorway and moved towards Molten, wrapping her small arms around his neck. “Hi uncle,” she chirped and let go.
Molten rustled her hair a bit, getting a disapproving look from the young drake. He then reached into the back of his jeans, getting a Werther’s toffee out of the pocket. The dragonet held out her hand, slightly cupped, and he placed the toffee in it. “For you, Miss Ember,” he said in a complimentary, childish way.
Ember smiled a satisfied smile and walked back into the room. Once she felt the dragonet was out of earshot, her dam moved a step closer to Molten. He stood up as she stopped less than a foot from him.
Molten’s tail twitched with tension.
Then, finally, she spoke. “Why do you always have an exciting life?” She said with a hint of envy.
Molten let out a loud sigh of relief. “Firestrike, I thought you were gonna beat my ass or somethin’.”
Firestrike let out a hearty, amused laugh. “Yeah, cos that’s somethin’ I’d do.”
Molten chuckled and put his hand behind Zion, and with his spare hand gestured to Firestrike. “Zion, meet my sister Firestrike.” He looked from him to her in a gesturing way. “Firestrike, meet Zion,” he looked from her to him, “my chosen one.”
Zion was surprised—but he hid it well—that Molten was so open about them being chosen ones, but was happy that he acknowledged the title. Then he remembered what Molten had said when they had first met; how younger generations wanted to see Roania.
Firestrike showed a clear look of shock at the words chosen ones. Her gaze dropped for a moment; she was thinking.
Molten felt his heart drop. A wave of unease came over him. He absentmindedly dug his nails into Zion’s side, causing a feeling of mild discomfort for him.
“That... Actually explains,” she started calmly, “why the fuck you crossed the border!” Her tone was now teasingly childish and accusing, as she punched him on the shoulder in a sibling way.
Molten held up his hands. “Guilty as charged.”
After she had laughed off her surprise, she turned to Zion. “So, where’s the kitchen? I’m starvin’,” she asked, sounding ravenous as she said the words. The dragonet in the bedroom heard the word kitchen and ran towards her dam.
Zion smiled. “I know somewhere better,” the four of them started down the hall. Molten noticed Ember was right beside him and hoisted her onto his shoulders.
“Up ya go, Ember,” he said as he raised her up.
Zion led them to the dining room, using the main flight of stairs which led down to the entrance the royal family used to avoid unwanted attention. Each time Molten dropped a step on the staircase, Ember would let out little bursts of giggles. It made Zion smile the entire way down.
At the end of the stairs stood an anthropomorphic drake with the same cobalt scales as Molten, with tight dark hair, which age had added on several strands of silver too. He was in a black buttoned shirt and dark jeans. He was still fit, despite what his hair and face said about his age. Zion guessed he was about as old as his own sire.
Molten stopped on the second last step and took Ember off his shoulders. He saw a look of concern in Firestrike’s eyes. He gave her a reassuring look back and got on his haunches. “Go get something to eat,” he said to Embert softly. Firestrike took her hand and walked off toward the room Zion had directed them to on the way down.
As Molten got off the stairs, he pecked Zion on the cheek and whispered, “I’ll see you in a few,”
“I’ll try to save you a spot with your family,” he replied, returning the kiss and heading off towards the dining room, his hoofbeats echoing through the hall on the black and white tiled floor.
Molten let out a slow breath as he got off the stairs. He turned to the older drake beside him as he moved closer. “Hi, Dad.”
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The Defenders: A Review
Here There Be Spoilers (and a LOT of complaining)
Well. That... that sure happened.
General impressions... I liked the interactions of all the heroes, I thought that was staged really well, but I found the overplot of the Hand really underwhelming. That might be because I lack background in what the Hand really is, but I still felt that as villains they were victims of both over-explaining and not enough. I dunno, that’s a general first impression, when I watch this again I might be more taken in by their quest for immortality, but on first take, I just... didn’t have enough. Madame Gao is flawless, I always loved her, but I didn’t know ANYTHING about the other 4 fingers of the hand (didn’t watch Iron Fist, full disclosure) and they’re literally are all dead now. And some of them existed for less than a HANDFUL of episodes. We didn’t spend enough time with any of them to care.
At the end of the day, they were old, tired, and scared, just trying to squeeze out a bit more life. And, again, with someone you KNOW that’s interesting, like, I was interested in Gao because I knew her. But when you’ve given me a bunch of hype about what a Big Deal these assholes are and then the upshot is they’re as afraid of death as any of us and all they can do is send armies in front of them as they LITERALLY HARVEST THE BONES OF DRAGONS (WHAT. what.) and then they LOSE. SPECTACULARLY. And they had a critical weakness in Danny??? That didn’t get fixed until WAY late game? And they pinned all their hopes on Elektra (Alexandra’s fault, true)???
AND LET’S FUCKING TALK ABOUT ELEKTRA NATCHIOS FOR A MOMENT SHALL WE. You resurrected... Elektra... the least interesting of any Daredevil creation, the most lacking in personality of all their cast... and you brought her back without her memories. Without ANY personality WHATSOEVER. You took her already blank, if deadly, slate, and you made it LESS INTERESTING. And we had to suffer through, what, 4, 5 episodes of her amnesia state for her to RETURN to her old self HAVING LEARNED NOTHING. HAVING CHANGED NOT AT ALL. Like... what in FUCK’S NAME was the point of KILLING HER??? WHEN SHE CAME BACK SHE WASN’T DIFFERENT. She wasn’t more powerful, she wasn’t more unyielding, and, ultimately, they DIDN’T commit to making her a soulless vessel, they gave her back her memories, because of course they did, thus restoring her to her original COMPLETE LACK of personality.
WHAT. WAS. THE FUCKING. POINT. OF KILLING HER. IT ACHIEVES NOTHING. In terms of her character, in terms of Matt’s character, in terms of the FUCKING HAND, it did FUCK ALL. You could have had the fucking Black Sky without killing her, I just... holy fuck this plot ran in circles oh my god. And at this rate, SHE’S PROBABLY STILL NOT DEAD EITHER.
I’m just... our big bads were So. Boring. It was difficult to keep interest. Which feels terrible because blowing up a city to gain a few extra years IS terrible and yet??? No one??? Talked about that??? Like... the Hand keeps telling Elektra “oh don’t worry, it’s just a city, you’ll get used to seeing them fall” and she’s literally never had a moral qualm about that ever? That’s not her beef here? You’re arguing that to the WRONG person. And yet, the four heroes standing around, at least 3 of which are QUITE moralistic, we never have the ethical high ground argument with ANY of them. I just... didn’t care what was happening. At all. To anyone. At any time.
We’re MEANT to be Very Invested in Matt trying to redeem Elektra. And, for what it’s worth, I did come pretty far into Matt willing to die trying, like... okay, I believe he’d do that. But just... Elektra is very hard for me to care about, she has no discernible motive except... I dunno, malice, and even when repeatedly confronted with destiny and people telling her what to do, she never really seeks revenge or TRIES to define herself; she never has a plan. She just kills people and runs away until we have to upset Matt again with her existence. And that’s... boring. And we literally just did it in season 2 of Daredevil. We just did... all of that. Again. Going into episode 8, I looked at that set up and went “holy fuck, is this going to be the same blocking as the season 2 finale?” and IT ALMOST WAS IDENTICAL. All the Good People waiting safe on the street while shit goes down and Matt holds Elektra in his arms. It was Exactly The Same.
We’re also supposed to care a lot about Danny Rand. A lot of this plot is centered on him and his part of this universe and... ehhhh... I’m also not sure how much I care about that. I think throwing Danny in with other heroes who’ve been through different shit and know a lot more than he does, I think that was pretty critical to his character and will help him develop. But I just... don’t care about the Iron Fist being perverted for uses of evil. Now, to be fair, I pin that as a failure on the part of the villains, not on Danny. Danny is doing the best hot-headed, arrogant brat he can and he’s doing a swell job. Like, I want to be clear about that, it’s fair that he’s got a lot to learn and that we SEE him learning, I liked that a lot. I wasn’t so thrilled about how after we tie up Danny to protect him, because he was being a shit, when he got captured, it was somehow our fault for tying him up in the first place? Like we had made the wrong call and needed to apologize to him. When, you know, Danny opens the door to the LITERAL DRAGON SKELETON by fucking accident trying to punch Elektra because Elektra isn’t a dumbass and Danny, unfortunately, is. Just... he was So Mad that they all thought he was going to be used and LOOK AT THAT, HE WAS USED. Amaze. And then there was no realization of ‘oh shit, they were right, I WAS a key for the Hand.’ There was just... we’re sorry for tying you up, Danny. And I thought that was kinda lame.
Writing was just kinda weird all over the place. Pieces of it were really great, but... especially how the plot unraveled in episodes 7 and 8 I was kinda left going... What The Fuck Is Happening. And here’s a critical problem with bringing people back from the dead: you start to think NO ONE’S really dead. Now, Elektra was legit resurrected and it was a Time. But Matt, supposed to be dead, he isn’t. And that ain’t a fancy resurrection machine, that’s just good old fashioned Because We Say So. So, Stick? Could come back. The Hand? Could come back. Which takes literally ALL of the stakes out of everything that just happened. If I can’t trust that ANY of these fuckers are dead, why then should I care?
Now I talk like I hated all of it. I know this is a barrage of negativity and I’m sorry about that. I didn’t, I didn’t hate it, I liked seeing how everyone worked together, but the over plot just wasn’t working for me. I didn’t see concerted, organized effort, I saw chaos and discord. Cross motives. And part of that was intentional, the Hand turns on Alexandra after she made a LOT of bad, selfish moves without trusting in anyone. But by choosing to start with a destabilized villain, this plot could only go so well. And, again, they didn’t build enough into Elektra for me to give a fuck about what happens to her. Even Matt, who HAS genuine investment in Elektra, she doesn’t do much to upset him. Matt was already back in the game before she turned up. Matt decides who he is to KAREN, not Elektra. I just... I think they haven’t weighted this properly. The most we show Matt unbalanced is Matt keeping secrets from everyone else, but that put the team more in danger than Matt was in danger.
I’m just... 2 seasons of build up from Daredevil, plus a season of Iron Fist, and the Hand is defeated in 8 fucking episodes due to IN FIGHTING. That’s... not a credible villain. That’s a joke. And sure, they’re probably not EVEN dead, but that hardly makes this better.
Uggghhhh... I really want to talk about the good things I liked, but brain doesn’t want to do it. I'm sorry guys. I'll make a much more positive post later ^^; This is trash and probably not even coherent, I'm sorry :/
#This is trash#And a LOT of complaining#Seriously don't read it unless you want to hear a LOT of bitching#The Defenders spoilers
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The Beginning of a Legacy: Chapter 4
Chapter 4
“Captain,” Malaha greeted as John and his group stepped into the briefing room.
“Major,” he greeted in return and saluted.
Everyone followed suit, except for Joel, who just tipped his hat like the typical Southern gentleman he tried to style himself as. The Major gave Joel a fond look before she shook her head. Leave it to Joel to charm everyone in high command into not caring if he saluted or not. He’d be charming them out of their wallets if they allowed it; he was good at getting what he wanted. John glanced past Malaha and took stock of the group assembled around the table. Young eyes stared at him, each one a little more nervous than the last.
“So, this is Overwatch?” John asked. “A motley bunch, if nothing else.”
“The best from around the world, Captain Morrison,” Malaha chuckled. “Don’t let their age fool you; they’re as dedicated to this cause as you are and just as qualified.”
“It’s not their dedication I worry about,” John replied as his eyes landed on an enormous young man with barely the beginnings of a beard on his chin. “Why the hell is there a teenager at my table?”
The boy in question grinned widely before he got to his feet, holding a massive hand out towards John. He was easily almost six and a half feet tall and by the looks of him, he wasn’t done growing yet. He wasn’t just tall, either; he was covered in thick muscles. Was it natural for a kid his age to be that ripped? It was sort of disquieting.
“Reinhardt Wilhelm at your service!” he boomed, making Laura squeak in surprise.
Kid had a good set of lungs on him too. At least someone’s voice was going to carry over the battlefield when orders needed to be shouted.
“Captain Morrison,” John replied as he shook the boy’s hand. “That doesn’t tell me why you’re here, kid.”
“Ah, I was nominated from my order,” Reinhardt beamed and puffed his chest out. “We Crusaders are the best that Germany has to offer!”
“Never heard of the group,” John said coldly. “And I question their motives for sending a child to me.”
“John,” Joel elbowed him in the side. “Ease up. I was runnin’ guns when I was his age.”
“Let’s not bring up your sordid past, Joel,” John shot him a look. “It is not a good example to use.”
“Why not? Best they know who they’re dealin’ with,” Joel smirked. “‘Sides, hard to call anyone that’s as big as Reinhardt a kid. Fuck, he’s bigger than I am and I ain’t a short-ass, unlike you, Snow White.”
“Snow White had ebony black hair; I’m more like Cinderella,” John shook his head. “Van is going to be so insulted that you didn’t pay attention to our discussion, Joel. And after she decided you were Robin Hood too.”
“Considerin’ the one she was talkin’ about was a fox, I’m sort of happy about forgettin’ it ‘til this moment,” he teased before winking at Reinhardt. “Little girls are usually pretty good at complimentin’ ya, but they’re just as fast to insult ya thinkin’ they’re being cute. She’d probably call you ‘Little John’ or Ballou cuz a yer size.”
Reinhardt grinned and puffed his chest out even more. Leave it to the kid to take being likened to a bear as a compliment. John did his best not to roll his eyes as Joel leaned on the table.
“How long you serve, Reinhardt?” Joel asked.
“A little over a year, sir,” Reinhardt smiled.
“Ah, don’t sir me; I ain’t the one with the shiny badge on my chest,” Joel laughed. “Just call me Joel. Or McCree; I’ll answer to both.”
“So they’re sending a private instead of an officer,” John growled. “They aren’t fighting their case very well.”
“John, breathe,” Joel shot him a smirk. “Decision’s already been made. Roll with it.”
“I could hit you,” John glared at him.
Joel smirked more and flipped him off. John reached out and cuffed the older man over the head, but all it got him was a gruff laugh and a hand in his hair ruffling it roughly.
“That’s ol’ Cap fer ya,” Joel crowed. “Cares too much fer his own good. Don’t worry, boys and girls, John’ll carry yer busted ass off the battlefield no matter how much he’s cussin’ you out.”
John reached up to try and fix his ruffled hair, glaring at Joel, but it softened at the man’s fond smile. Joel set his hands on his hips before he glanced around at the table.
“So, who else wants to introduce themselves?” he asked. “You know, before the Cap’ is forced to give his military spiel and we’re all reduced to numbers in some jackass’ book.”
A woman rose elegantly to her feet and bowed her head. “Shimada Miyu,” she said with a lighter Japanese accent than John was expecting. “It is an honour to serve with you, Morrison-sama.” She glanced up and smirked at him. “You can return the bow if you wish, just keep your head above mine.”
“I’ll settle for a handshake,” John replied.
“Thank Christ!” Miyu laughed as she reached across the table to shake his hand. “I hate having to deal with Americans that don’t know the first thing about proper bows.”
Joel cackled with glee at her comment and tipped his hat. “Ah, lil lady, I think we’re gunna get along just fine,” he teased.
“I should hope so,” she winked. “We ex-criminals have to stick together.”
“What?” Laura piped up.
Joel lifted his hat a little out of his eyes and squinted at Miyu. Miyu smirked and batted her eyelashes, shifting her shoulders back and forth. Joel threw his head back and laughed, reaching out to thump John’s chest.
“Well I’ll be,” he laughed. “If it ain’t the White Dragon of Hanamura! My, you grew up into a fine young lady, Miss Miyu. I didn’t recognize ya!”
“Care to fill the rest of us in?” John sighed.
“Deadlock and the Shimada clan had some dealin’s over the years,” Joel grinned. “Miyu’s the fine offspring of a powerful yakuza leader. ‘Though, I expect if yer here, that cousin of yers finally managed to wrench control from yer elders.”
“Exactly,” Miyu nodded. “I am here as a peace offering from the Shimada Clan to the Japanese Military.”
“So we’re working with criminals,” a man growled, glaring at Miyu and Joel. “Is this really the best the world has to offer?”
“Who the governments chose to send is out of my control, Sergeant,” Malaha said. “You will just have to deal with it.”
“You expect me to trust criminals to watch my back?” the Sergeant demanded, his dark eyes narrowing. “This is loco.”
“I have no reason to turn on you unless you give me a reason to, Reyes-san,” Miyu inclined her head.
Sergeant Reyes glared at her and said something in Spanish. John’s Spanish was horrible; he’d learned French in high school and the most he could say was “hello” and “where’s the bathroom”. Miyu smiled sweetly at the Sergeant before punching him across the face and knocking him flat on his ass. She gave her fist a shake and set a hand on her hip.
“You know what he said?” John asked as everyone shuffled closer to stare at the dazed man on the floor.
“Not a clue,” she shrugged. “But I know when I’ve been insulted.”
“Pretty sure I heard a puta in there,” Joel chuckled. “So he at least called you a ‘bitch’.”
“Typical,” Miyu smirked before looking at John. “So,” she smiled, “when do we leave?”
“So, you got anyone waiting for you at home, Captain?”
Joel glanced up. Sergeant Reyes still had a beautiful black eye from where Miyu had punched him, but the idiot had at least stopped insulting her when she was in hearing range. He had pitched a fit when John made it clear that Joel was his Second in Command over a “more qualified” military officer. Joel was still waiting for the right moment to pin the man to a wall and shake some sense into him. Now was not the time for his backwards, bro-military logic. They had a dangerous war to win.
“Kid,” John smiled. “Only seven.”
“Look like you or his mom?” Reyes asked.
“Him,” Laura smirked. “Damn near spitting image, if you ask me. Great big blue eyes and corn-gold blond hair. Such a little sweetie.”
“Thank you, Laura,” John shook his head. “I’m sure Jack will love that you said that. He’s always so scared people won’t know he’s my son.”
Laura grinned widely before she returned to listening to her iPod. Joel shook his head in amusement as Reyes lifted an eyebrow at Laura. He clearly didn’t approve of the scout being on the same team as him either. Whether because she was young or inexperienced with military protocol was something Joel still had to puzzle out. Reyes shook his head and turned back to John.
“So, what, you white boys just breed true or something?” he asked.
“Wow, asshole,” Joel called. “My kids look like me too.”
“Hey, I didn’t mean anything by it,” Reyes smiled. “You know that, right, gringo?”
John shot him a look and shook his head. Just like the big boss to let insults slide so that no feathers were ruffled. Kid better not think Joel was that nice.
“What about you, Reyes? Who’s waiting at home for you?” John asked.
“Brother, sister-in-law, and their kids,” Reyes smirked.
“How sweet,” John said icily.
“Oh, come on, Cap; I’m just playing around,” Reyes said sweetly. “What’s the matter; can’t take a joke?”
“Jokes should be funny,” Miyu said as she walked over and dropped down between John and Reyes. “Not meant to make someone feel small over something as petty as living family members.”
“I’d listen to the lady,” Joel commented as he readjusted his hat. “Ain’t gunna get anywhere if we’re at each other’s throats over stupid shit like this.”
“Hey, I’m just trying to make small talk,” Reyes lifted his hands.
“Then speak of something else,” Miyu replied.
“Fine; what’s home to you?” Reyes demanded.
“A village on top of a hill,” Miyu smiled. “It’s old and swamped by tradition. Tokyo is not far from us, so at night you can see the lights in the sky. It’s beautiful in spring, full of warmth and sunshine. There are cherry blossoms floating everywhere. I miss it.”
“How long you been away, Miyu?” Joel asked.
“Two years,” Miyu looked down at her feet. “I have been protecting the rest of Asia from the omnics. I have not held my cousin’s son since he was born. My cousin tells me that he is expecting another child. I want to be there to hold them at least once.”
“Home’s a farm,” John sighed. “Corn plantations as far as the eye can see. Wide open spaces. Porch with a swing seat. Tire swing hanging from the old oak in the front yard. Chickens running around and pecking at everything. Dirt road all the way up to the highway. Sweet ice tea on a summer night.”
“Sounds like heaven,” Miyu smiled. “What happened to it?”
“Omnics,” John sighed. “Don’t know how much is left of the old farmstead. Could probably save something of it when this hell is done with. What about you, Joel?”
Joel smiled as he tipped his hat back. “Wild west is what I call home,” he chuckled. “Hot sun, sun-baked earth, not a tree fer miles in any direction. Just you, a gun, and whatever mode of transportation you prefer. Used to drive an ol’ pick-up, personally. But, home’s also a warm house filled with the laughter of children. Never thought I’d be much of a family man ‘til my little rugrats were born.”
“Apartment in Bloomington,” Laura said as she pulled an earbud out. “Not overly fancy, but it’s nice. Just me, Dad, and Tigger.”
“A village in Germany,” Reinhardt sighed softly from where he was sitting. “The cool breezes of summer wafting in out of the forest. Homemade bread filling the house. I will never see it again.”
“I’m sorry,” Joel murmured. “Omnics?”
“Ja,” Reinhardt nodded his head. “It is what spurred me into the army so young. There was nothing left of my home and I could not bear the thought of others suffering as I did. I swore I would protect all that I could. I do not plan on breaking that vow ever.”
“What about you, Reyes?” Joel asked. “What’s home to you?”
Reyes shifted uncomfortably and looked away. “A home in L.A,” he grumbled. “Nothing special about it. Just nice and full of people.”
“Any of them actually miss you?” Joel growled in Spanish. Reyes looked at him in surprise and Joel smiled. “What, you really think you’re the only one capable of knowing two languages?”
“Didn’t peg you as being Mexican,” Reyes said. “Little dark.”
“Not Mexican; Navajo,” Joel shrugged. “Learned Spanish in high school and kept at it since it was useful to know. Regardless, you’re a right arrogant bastard. You think only Mexicans can speak Spanish? A good chunk of the fucking world speaks Spanish, jackass.”
“You don’t talk like a white boy, that’s all.”
“And racist to boot,” Joel snorted, wishing he could spit. He was pretty sure the pilot would gut him if he spat in her plane. “Fuckers like you give the rest of us a bad name.”
“Rest of us?” Reyes demanded. “You’re nothing but a half-bred…”
“Oh, finish that sentence,” Joel snarled as he got to his feet, “I dare ya!”
“Joel,” John got to his feet. “I don’t know what you two are arguing about, but it’s not worth it.”
“Yes, listen to your slave driver,” Reyes smirked.
“John, I gotta lot of respect fer ya, but let me handle this,” Joel growled. “This shitstain needs to learn a lesson.”
John looked at him before he gently pulled Miyu to her feet. “You don’t want to be in his way,” he said at her indignant look. “Trust me.”
Joel waited until Miyu and John had moved to a different set of seats before he attacked. The shock in Reyes’ eyes was satisfying as Joel slammed him against the wall. He recovered fast, driving his knee up into Joel’s stomach to make him back off. He underestimated how fast Joel could recover, however, and wasted the few precious seconds to smirk.
Joel surged forward and grabbed Reyes by the head, wrenching him around. He smashed his head to the ground and got an elbow to the jaw during the maneuver. He bit the end of his tongue, filling his mouth with blood as he stumbled back. He grinned, letting Reyes see the gory sight, before he spat on the floor. He wasn’t exactly going to swallow it; he’d clean it up afterwards so the pilot didn’t kill him.
He saw the combat knife emerge from Reyes’ boot as he looked up. He blocked the blow, grinning as he twisted Reyes’ arm under his. He wrenched up, forcing Reyes’ hand open and making him drop the knife.
“Next time you pull a knife,” Joel growled before his machete came free of its sheath, “make sure your opponent doesn’t have a bigger one.” He pressed the blade against Reyes’ cheek and dragged it slowly down the curve of his jaw. “Now remember yer place or yer gunna find out why they call me ‘Coyote’. I ain’t the big boss. I ain’t nice to shits like you.”
He pulled away slowly, running the tip of his machete under Reyes’ trembling chin. He pulled it away swiftly, nicking the skin just enough to make a thin line of red appear. He slipped his machete back into its sheath before heading for the medical supply cupboard in search of something that would make his tongue stop bleeding. Reyes got the message loud and clear.
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Ladies and gentlemen: the finale.
Yuya and Reiji are still going at it
Yuya’s got all 4 of his dragons on the field
Reiji’s got Zorc, Z-One and Don Thousand there to help him
Reiji’s talking about pendulum monsters… and Odd Eyes in particular
And
HE HAS Z-ONE ATTACK THE DRAGONS
AND DON THOUSAND OPENS UP A VOTREX IN THE SKY
DARK REBELLION, CLEAR WING AND STARVE EVNOM GET STUCKED UP INTO IT
And then he had Zorc attack Odd Eyes
Odd Eyes gets taken out!
Yuya’s down to 1250 LP
Reiji ends his turn!
Damn Reiji, that was fierce
But Yuya’s too determined to bring back Reira’s smile and Yuzu from the depths of Arc V to quite now
Yuri, Yugo and Yuto give Yuya some words of encouragement
Yuya takes his turn, and it’s like all 4 boys took it omg
They all comment on the magic card they just drew
Yuya plays it, Odd Eyes Fusion Gate
He’s able to bring back Starve Venom and Odd Eyes!
YUYA AND YURI FUSE THEM TOGETHER
Aw yes this was the Yuri I always wanted
They summon Odd Eyes Venom Dragon at 3300 ATK
Aw yeah what’s happening
UM
HOLY SHIT
IT’S ATTACK JUST WENT UP TO 13800
WOW OKAY
ALLEN AND SAYAKA LOOK SO IMPRESSED
YUYA GOES IN FOR THE ATTACK, BUT!
REIJI ACTIVATES… ONE OF HIS MONSTERS EFFECTS
BRINGS ODVD BACK DOWN TO 3300 ATK
BUT THE ATTACK HAS ALREADY BEEN DECLARED?? FUCK THIS GORGEOUS DRAGON IS ABOUT TO BE DESTROYED
BUT WAIT!
YUYA RUSHES TO GET AN ACTION CARD!
HE GRABS ONE, BUT… IT’S OF NO USE
THE ATTACK CONNECTS
YUYA’S DOWN TO 1050 LP
Okay okay Yuri doesn’t look mad at all
Neither does Yugo!
Yuya plays his magic card again
And be brings out another magic card, Odd Eyes Synchro Gate
AND HE TUNES THEM TOGETHER
AHHHH THE MUSIC FROM EPISODE 37 IS PLAYING
YUYA AND YUGO SYNHVCRO SUMMON ODD EYES WINGED DRAGON
JACK LOOKS SO PLEASED WITH THIS NEW DEVELOPMENT
YUYA TARGETS DON THOUSAND FOR ODWD’S EFFECT, WHICH DOES… IDK BUT I BET IT’S GOOD
YUYA GOES IN FOR THE ATTACK
AND
UM
YUYA’S DOWN TO 550 LP
YUYA YOU GOTTA STEP[ YOUR GAME UP
YUYA GETS RID OF OFF EYES SYNCHRO GATE AND BRINGS OUT ODD EYES XYZ GATE
BRINGS OUT ODD EYES AND DARK REBELLION
HE AND YUTO XYZ SUMMON ODD EYES REBELLION DRAGON
YUYA BANISHES THE THREE MAGIC CARDS HE JUST USED
ODRD GOES UP TO 4000 ATK
YUYA PLAYS THAT ACTION MAGIC CARD FROM BEFORE
WHATEVER HE SAYS HAS REIJI WORRIED AND THE THREE PRECIOUS DARLINGS EXCITED
YOKO AND SHINGO ALSO LOOK HAPPY WITH THIS
AND YUYA GOES IN FOR THE ATTACK
AND…
What the hell happened
Ugh watch those ugly ass monsters still be on the field
OF COURSE
Reiji goes down to 2000 LP but his annoying as is fine besides that
Yuya looks… disappointed? I feel you my dude
OERD goes back down to 3000 ATK
Yuya sets a facedown, ends his turn
Back in LDS, Reira’s still crying
Shuzou’s damn near ready to start crying too; he knows what the stakes are
Reiji draws!
HE GOES IN TO ATTACK ODRD
YUYA ACTIVATES HUS TRAP CARD
NEGATES THE ATTACK
AND ODRD… goes up into the pendulum zone??
It’s there as a scale 4 monster
Shuzou looks so absurdly happy
Me too my guy
Yuya takes his turn!
Yuya brings out another monster
Sets it in the other pendulum zone
So now it’s there, 4 to 12
Yuya pendulum summons!
Odd Eyes Venom Dragon, Odd Eyes Winged Dragon, and a 100 ATK monster and a 1000 ATK monster
But Reiji’s like, “not so fast y’all”
Yuya takes out his 100 ATK monster, brings Odd Eyes back!
Reiji goes in for some attack
Negates it
Grabs an action magic card
AND BY HIS MONSTERS PENDULUM EFFECT
HE BRINGS ALL OF HIS MONSTERS, AND ALL OF REIJI’S MONSTERS, DOWN TO 0 ATK
O…kay I trust you got a play here bby
So there’s some odd visual behind him lol okay
After a lengthy exchange, Yuya… ends his turn, I guess? AND REIJI ANGRILY TKES HIS
HE AND YUYA RACE TO GET AN ACTION CARD
AH FUCK
REIJI GRABBED IT
YUYA’S NOT WORRIED THROUGH
HE CAN ALWAYS GRAB ANOTHER
BUT HIS ROLLAR SKATES BETRAY HIM IN THE WORST WAY, AND REIJI JUST PROCEEDS TO DO WHAT HE DOES BEST: RUIN LIVES.
Reiji… does something, and immediately ends his turn? Okay dude.
Yuya uses Odd Eyes’ head as a springboard, takes his turn??
Grabs an action card!
Takes his turn
And
WHAT’S HAPPENING IN ARC V
I HEARD A HEARDBEAT
REIRA’S REACHING TOWARDS THE CAMERA, LOOKING MIGHTY ALERT…!
REIJI TAKES HIS… TURN? BUT YUYA PLAYS HIS CARD.
Idk what’s happening anymore
I really, really don’t
Reiji keeps saying “watashi no turn!” but he never ends his turn?? And Yuya keeps playing cards during his ‘turn'?? I have never been this confused watching the raw omg
Anyway, on to things I can actually follow
BACK IN ACADEMIA AND ARC V
THE ORB IS GLOWING AND FLASHING DIFFERENT COLORS
EVERYONE WATCHES O IN SUSPENSE
THIS HEARTBEAT ISN’T MAKING THINGS ANY EASIER
REIJI AND YUYA CROSS EACH OTHER
GO FOR THE SAME ACTION CARD
YUYA GOT IT, AND REIJI LOOKS NONE TOO PLEASED
HE PLAYS 5 MAGIC CARDS AT ONCE
ALL OF HIS MONSTERS GO BACK TO THEIR NORMAL ATK
NAH, SCRATCH THAT, THEY’RE ALL LIKE 2000 ATK HIGHER
YUYA HAS ODD EYES GO IN FOR THE ATTACK
BUT REIJI ALSO PLAYS HIS 5 CARDS
HIS MONSTERS GO UP TO LIKE 7000 ATK EACH
OMG JUST END THIS DUEL ALREADY
SHINGO AND GON CHAN LOOK SO HORRIFED
YUYA ACTIVATES HIS 100 ATK MONSTER’S EFFECT; IT BRINGS ODD EYES REBELLION DRAGON BACK AND BRINGS THE 100 ATK MONSTER INTO THE PENDULUM ZONE
ODD EYES AND ODRD MERGE THEIR POWERS?? ODD EYES GOES UP TO 8000 ATK
REIJI TRIES TO USE Z-ONES SPECIAL EFFECT TO DO SOME SHIT, IT DOESN’T WORK
SO HE MOVES ON TO ZORC
AND OFF EYES GOES BACK DOWN TO 2500 ATK
FUCK FUCK FUCK THAT ATK IS STILL GONNA GO THROUGH THOUGH
IS IT…?!
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN”
Lol nah Yuya’s got this
He’s getting his sparkle on
He takes out both of his pendulum monsters and all the facedowns on both his and Reiji’s fields
All the monsters go back down to their normal attacks
Yuya gets the audience to counts along with him
And he sets off fireworks?? Pretty pretty.
AND THE FIREWORKS MERGE TO CREATE A GIANT PENDULUM
REIRA IS SO. FASCINATED BY THIS.
ODD EYES GOES UP TO 4500 ATK!
AND YUYA HAS ODD EYES GO IN FOR THE ATTACK
REIJI ISN’T WORRIED
UNTIL YUYA BRINGS UP THAT REACTION FORCE
THE ATTACK CONNECTS!
REIJI GOES DOWN TO 0!
YUYA WINS!
*deep breath* Finally.
And Reiji… smiles.
Aw my kikaku bby
And a baby is… laughing in the abject silence
REIRA’S GIGGLING
YAAAAAAAAAAS *PUNCHES A WALL*
So… Reiji holds up Yuya’s wrist
Introduces Yuya as the Pendulum Ds new champion (or something)
Aw yis one of the old themes starts playing
And the Arc V orb is glowing to the max now
And
WHO IS THIS EMERGING
A BEAM OF LIGHT PASSES THROUGH ALL THE DIMENSIONS
Lmao it brings all our folks over to the Pendulum D lol nice
The Orb is in front of them all now
And… all 4 girls pass before their respective boys
Aw nice
AND YUYA
REACHES INTO THE GLOWING ORB
TAKES THE GIRL’S HAND
AND YUZU EMERGES
SHUZOU IS SCREAMING?!
SO ARE THE THREE PRECIOUS DARLINGS
MY GIRL IS BACK
I FEEL LIKE SHOZOU AND GON CHAN RN
THIS. THIS IS BEAUTIFUL.
REIJI TURNS TO HIS PARENTS, WHO ARE STANDING SIDE BY SIDE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 50 YEARS
LEO LOOKS LIKE A NORMAL DUDE FOR ONCE
REIJI LAUGHS HIS EVIL FUCKING LAUGH AT SOMETHING HIS DAD SAYS
I—
Um
Some ratchity old man is shouting
OH LOOK IT’S YUSHO
Lmaoooo he’s hyped
He takes out his duel disk
He’s challenging his kid to a duel
Lmao i feel that
OF COURSE YUYA’S UP TO THE CHALLENGE
“THE FUN HAS JUST BEGUN!”
Perfect.
#yugioh arc v#arc v episode reactions#arc v episode 148#yuya sakaki#reiji akaba#reira akaba#yuzu hiragi#yuto#yugo#yuri arc v#serena#ruri kurosaki#rin#leo akaba#yusho sakaki#maiami city#pendulum dimension#*curls up into a ball*#it's over#it's really really over
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Chapter 5
Crystaline
A knight in white armor ran up to the gate that was protecting the town..The town of Dun Fall. The knight looked so handsom. "Hey! open the goddamn gate!" He yelled. Another knight ran to the wall. "I told them to close it.." The knight in white armor gasped "Your killing so many people! There are dragons
out there, Cogwynn!" The knight in white armor ran up the stairs to open the gate. A bunch of people ran in. He looked out the window. A big dragon stood there. He looked at the ground. A little kid stood looking at the dragon. He ran back down the gate. "Get off your lazy ass Cogwynn" He yelled as he ran
past the other knight. He ran over to the little kid. He threw a sword at the dragon. "Come on little kid." He said as he grabbed the kid's arm. They ran in as the gate closed. He stopped running and told the guys to close the gate. He took the kid to the inn. "So what's your name, Kid?" He asked as he opened
the door. "Ryland" He took the kid to the inn keep. "Hey man...Help this kid find his mum" The innkeep agreeded. The knight patted the kid on the head then left. He went to the castle of Dun fall. A king sat in the throne. "Ah son!" He said as he stood up. "Did you save those people? I heard cogwynn didn't" The
knight nodded. "Yes sir.." He looked at the floor. The king walked over to the knight. "You'r soon to be wife will be here soon" The knight looked up at the king. "Tell her i'll be in my room" He walked past the king and up the stairs. He opened the door to a room. He sighed as he took off his armor. He even took
off his shirt. Oh god..His body looked so hot. He was close to having a 4 pack.. The perfect man. Someoned knocked on his door. His maid. She opened it. "Sir Crystaline..I have your clothes.." He looked at her. "Thanks, Asada.." She smiled at him. She put his clothes on his bed. "Want me to take your armor..S..so i
can clean it?" She looked over at it. His armor was right by his foot. He kicked it. "Sure" She walked over to grab it. "It..Will be clean by tomorrow.." She ran out of the room. He walked over to the window. Some woman and knights were walking into the castle. He quickly closed his window and ran to lock his door.
Cogwynn knocked on his door. "Eyy Brother! She's here" The knight just blocked the door with his body. "I don't want to marry her.." He whispered.
I jerked up from my sleep. I looked at the clock. 9am. Early. I put my hand on my head. Was that just a dream about a knight? Why would i have a dream like that? I sighed. I got up and grabbed some clothes. I walked to the bathroom and took a shower. As i got out i looked at myself in the miror. I looked so skinny. The
summer and spring hit me hard. My own boyfriend broke up with me. My best friend went missing and my other friend totally changed. Maybe i needed a change from this basic bitch middle part hair. I walked into the kitchen. I started looking for a knife. "Are you going to finally kill yourself?" My sister asked as she stood
in the door way. "Maybe" I just kept looking. She walked over to me. "You know if you need.." I turned around to look at her. "I don't fucking need anyone! I'm going to be alone forever!" I went back to looking for a knife. She backed away from me and left the room. Ah ha! i found one. I ran back to the bathroom. I closed the
door. Right before i was about to cut my hair my sister knocked on the door. "If you are going to kill yourself please don't leave a mess" I sighed then cut my hair really short. Made some emo bangs too. I looked in my sister's makeup bag..I found some black eyeliner. I put that on. I ran out of the bathroom..Leaving the knife
in the bathroom. My clothes i had on were white. I grabbed some black shorts and a black croptop. I ran down the stairs and out the door. I ran down the street. I saw him. My ex.. Noctus Flower.. I closed my eyes as i ran past him. I ran to joker's house. I knocked on the door. His little sister opened the door and told me he was
in the back with his girlfriend..Leia.. I walked back there. I heard them talking..I quickly hid behind a car. "Pick me or her..Or i'm fucking leaving.." I heard her say. "I can't..She's my best friend.." I heard her sigh. "More then kol?" Joker gasped. "How dare you!" Leia walked onto the sidewalk. "Call me when you pick..Dick"
Joker chased after her. He stopped when she left his drive way. He saw me hiding behind the cars. "Criss?" He said as he walked over by me. My phone started playing 30 seconds to mars..I quickly tried to turn it off but just gave up. "How much of that did you hear?" He asked as he sat by me. "A lot.." He sighed. I smiled at him.
He jumped as he saw me smile. "Dear god..I haven't seen you smile since Noct left you" I cringed. "Please don't say his name.." He looked at the ground. "Sorry..Criss..But may i asked..What ever happened with you two?" Oh yeah..I never told him..I didn't tell anyone but Hope.."During our last day of school before this summer.."
Joker laughed. "The summer of 2001?" I sighed. "No..Me and noct were talking..He said he was moving away.. He just told me i'm that kind of girl that needs to be spoiled and he can't do it.." Tears filled my eyes. "He hugged me till his mom came to pick him up. I saw him with a girl as i was walking here.." Joker hugged me. "It's
okay criss..You still have me and Hope" That's right..Hope went missing..Right as summer started..The only person i had left was joker.."Hope is missing.." His eyes went wide. "What?" Okay how the hell did he not hear about it? Sigh.."It was all over the news..Hope Hikmri went missing.." He looked up at the sky. "Well fuck..What about
Anthony?" That jack ass..Left our group for some bitch after he came back with a fucking robot arm. "Nah..He's busy with school.." A little lie..Whatever.. Joker stood up. "well let's go inside..It's fucking hot out here..Even hotter with you here" Heh..Right..Like im hot..No one wants me. I got up and playfully punched his arm. He
grabbed my hand. and held it as we walked into his room. "Netflix and chill?" He asked as he turned on his tv. I knew what that meant..Sex..While a movie plays in the back. I mean i was still a virgin.. But i wasn't going to lose it to a guy who fucking had his girlfriend's name tattoed on his arm. So stupid. "Nah..We can just talk.."
He looked at me and smiled. His mouth was still fucked up. He couldn't pay for it to get fixed. It didn't look as gross..But still it was creepy when he smiled. I sat on the floor on the foot of his bed. He sat on his bed. I looked up at him as he played with a baseball. "When did you change, Criss?" He asked. "This morning..I needed a
change..." He laughed "I bet noct didn't even know it was you..Maybe you can get him back if you aren't yourself" I saw blood drip down from his mouth..Ew..How does leia even fuck him? Oh right she doesn't..She never has.."You know joker..We have one more year till we can move out and do whatever we want..And i have a whole life time to
find someone.." He stopped throwing the baseball. "Yeah your right...But what if you have met your soul mate already?" I know who my soul mate was..And it was that knight..And i will find him. I know i will. One day.. "Maybe i'm your soul mate" HA! no.."Don't get your hopes up dude.." He looked away from me. "Why do you have to be so mean?"
I mean i could blame it on something heheh.."You know..Monthly" He looked back at me. "Ew" You think that's ew when blood comes out of your face? Weirdo..I stood up. "I should go home.." He grabbed my hand and sat up on his bed. "No.." What do you mean no? I wanna dream about that knight some more.."I wanna show you something..There is a game
place..Uhh what are those called?" Arcade? Uhh "Arcade?" He snapped his fingers "Yes! They are closing and you can take whatever game you want from it! It's just up town!" He got up. Sure..Take me there..Fuck me why don't you? We walked up town. Like 6 block from his house. The place looked like that arcade from tron. He tried opening the door.
Something was blocking it. "Huh..." He kicked it. It didn't open. He kicked it again. I sighed. My phone rang. I looked down at it. "Hope <3" was the name on my phone. What? Hope? "H..Hello?" I didn't hear anything for about a second. "Hey Criss..Don't go in there..The devil is in there.." I heard another voice that sounded deeper then any one
we knew. "You said a bad word Hope" The voice said "I'm sorry lord" Lord? God? "Hope..Where the hell are you?" Click. And he was gone. Joker finally kicked the door open. "Ahah! I got it!" He walked inside. It looked dark. "Tell me if you find a game you want to play" He walked away. I looked around. Sonic..Pac man..Final..Fantasy? I looked
closer at it. Final fantasy 14. That was new..How could it be an arcade game? I looked to see if there was any money in it. 15$ to play. That's kinda a lot for a shitty arcade game. I had some money on me. I was about to put it in when i heard a voice behind me. "Criss..Don't do it.." It was Hope. I looked so happy when i saw him. Tears filled
my eyes. "Where have you been?" I blinked and he was gone. Weird..I looked around for him. Nowhere..I sighed. I looked back at the game. I was about to pay for it then someone tapped my shoulder. "If its you hope...I swear to god.." I turned around. It was joker. "I'll pay for that" I let him put his money in it. "Pick a data base" It said on
the screen. Let's see.. Primal..That one looked cool.. "Pick a server" Let's see.. Ultros..Marabro..Famfrit.. I picked famfrit..It looked like ifrit and if i know anything about final fantasy Ifrit will be good. I pressed the start button. I got pulled into the game. Not like i was playing it for real i got pulled in it. I was inside the game.
"JOKERR HELP" i yelled as it pulled me in. He tried grabbing my hand but it was to late.
"Cogwynn! how could you kill those people?" The knight yelled. Cogwynn shrugged. "They were going to die anyway.." The knight slapped Cogwynn. "Boys!" The king yelled from the stairs. "Fate..Cogwynn..My sons." The king walked over to the two boys. "You both are 21..And both must marry someone to get this castle.." Cogwynn got away from the king's
arms. "Dad..I'm gay" The king laughed. "I owe Fate 2,000 gil now" Fate pushed the king away. "Oh are you gay too?" Fate shook his head. "I just don't wanna marry a whore like Marina.." A girl in a blue dress walked down the stairs. "Ah Marina!" The king said as he walked over to her. He hugged her. Fate ran up the stairs. "Where are you going?" She
asked as Fate ran past her. "Away from a dumb girl like you" He whispered. He went to his room. He sighed and sat on the bed. Screaming people could be heard outside. His maid ran up the stairs and into his room. "Master Fate.." He looked out the window. A dragon's eye could be seen looking in his window. "Stay Asada" He ran over to the window and broke
it. "Ey You ugly fuck" He jumped out the window and attacked the dragon. Asada ran to the window and watched him.
I laid there in a patch of flowers. My head hurt. I looked up and saw a short man walk up to me. "Hey..You okay there?" I tried to get up..But i couldn't. "I'll take you to my friends..They are healers" He picked me up. For a small guy He could lift bruh.. He took me to a very old wooden house in the woods. "This place Is..Well our home" I shouldn't trust
a guy like this. But i mean i could have been eaten by dogs or something.."Ah..Before you meet my kids.." Kids? This guy looked like he was 20. Maybe they were little kids.. "They are a bit..wild and weird.." Weird? Maybe they were little.. He opened the door. I looked inside. A bunch of people..Not kids were running around..I looked at him. "Kids! We have new
meat" He yelled. They all ran to the living room. The house looked a bit bigger on the inside. He walked me over to the living room. We stood in the door way. He pointed to a guy who looked kinda like noctus. "That's jadr..My first son.." He looked up from a book he had just opened and waved. "Daddy Tim?" A girl with pink hair asked as she raised her hand. "yes
Nym?" The guy said. Hmm..So the leader's name is tim..K.. "I Think something is wrong with mal.." She looked at the biggest guy. He just stood there. zoning out. "Lemme finish showing our new child..Okay?" Tim said. Nym crossed her arms and looked away. "That's Nym..She's a bitch" he said. He pointed to Mal "That's Malliot.. He's our big tank" He laughed. He pointed
to a girl with blue hair. "That's Nym's sister..Celis" He pointed to a very short guy. "That's our second newest..Marix" Tim looked at me and smiled. "Whats your name?" Name? Uhhhh..."Criss miles.." Tim shook his head. "Nah nah..You need..A new name.." He started pacing around. "Valentine" A girl with silver hair said. Tim snapped his finger "Ah Yes! Thank you reiz!"
He ran over to hug her. I heard a growl come from behind the couch. "Oh yes! Your dog..Ullr" Tim back away. Two people ran inside. "Timos!!" One of them yelled. "Sarus? Oliva? What is wrong?" Tim asked as he walked over to them. "There is a big attack on Dun fall!!" Olivia yelled. "Everyone get your gear.. We are grabbing dinner" Tim said. Everyone got up and ran off.
"Ah Criss..I mean Valentine.." Tim looked around then threw a book at me. "It's a magic book..Use it well" Tim ran off and left me with Sarus and Olivia. They all ran back with awesome as fuck armor. "To Dun fall!!" Tim yelled. They all ran i followed them. I saw a bunch of knights fighing when we got there. Wait..Dun fall..Isn't that the town of that knight? I ran up
to Reiz. "H..Hey?" She looked at me. "Hey..You haven't talked much..Sup?" I looked at the knights fighting. "Do you know of a knight.." I got cut off when a dragon ran up to us and blew fire. "Ah! Ullr!" Her dog ran to attack the dragon "Save it for later" Reiz yelled as she went to fight. I looked at the book Tim threw at me. How am i going to fight with this? I saw a
big dragon. It was huge. I just stood there in fear. All of my new friends were knocked out by the other dragons. I just stood there and embraced death. I wanted it. Since Hope wasn't around anymore. Right before it stepped on me a bright flash of light killed it. I corvered my eyes. After the light went away i looked at the dead dragon..And the knight from my dream standing
on it. I just stared at him. I didn't know he would save me. He walked over to me. "You must be with the turks" He smiled. The turks? That must be my group's name. "Y..Yes" Tim and everyone ran over to me. "My time to go..We will meet again" The knight said before he ran off. "Valentine!" Tim yelled. Everyone cheered me on. "The knight of dun fall saved you! Now everyone
will know you as 'The chick who the knight saved' for a few days" We walked back to the house in the woods. It was dark by the time we got back. Tim showed me my room. They had dinner. I didn't go. I just sat on my bed and wanted to thank that knight..And tell him about everything. I heard tim yell from the hall way. "Lights out everyone" I got up to turn off my light.
It was super dark. Only the moonlight to guide me. I fell onto my bed. I wonder if he dreams about me..
Fate sat in his room. Asada trying to get glass out of his arm. "That was really nice of you to save that girl.." She said as she took glass and put it on a towel. "I think..I wanna be with her..indead of Marina.." Asada looked up from the glass on the towel. "Your father wants you to marry Marina tho..Not some..Pesant.." Fate sighed. "I feel like me and that girl..Whoever she
was..Has something.." "Has something? Like a Std?" Fate glared at Asada. "S..Sorry" Asada said as she picked up the towel. She walked out of the room. He looked out the broken window. There was a knock on the door. Cogwynn walked in. "Hey..Dad wants you.." Fate looked over at his brother. "Tell him i'm not here.." Cogwynn sighed. He walked out of the room. Fate got up from his bed
and walked over to the door to lock it. He sat back down on his bed. He looked out the window. Then he looked at his armor sitting on his desk. He quickly grabbed it and put it on. He packed some things then unlocked his door. He looked around the hallway of the castle. He ran down to the kitchen. He stole some food and put it in his bag. He ran back up to his room. "Now..Where do
you think your going?" Marina asked as she stood in the door way. Fate stood in the broken window. "Away from you.." He jumped out. She ran over to it. She couldn't see him anywhere. She told everyone to look for him since she is going to marry him even if he didn't like it
I woke up the next morning around 9am. The clock was playing 8 bit music. Heh..This must be what it's like to be stuck in a video game. I got up and walked to the bathroom. Someone was in it. I knocked. I heard the shower and someone singing. I just walked into the kitchen. Jadr was cooking food. "Up early for your first night" He said without turning around to know if someone was there
"A..Are you talking to me?" He put some eggs on a plate. Then looked at me. "You know i don't have to..I'm blind" How was he a healer then? I mean now that i look at his eyes i can tell he is blind..I sat at a table. "W..Were you born like that?" I asked. He put the plate right infront of me. "Before i started this shitty game..I wasn't..I had a son..And a wife..A nice life.." He looked down
"Now it's all gone..If something happens here..Let's say you go blind..You'll be blind when this game ends..If you die here..You'll be dead in real life.." He looked up at me. "I'll never see my wife or my son again even if i stay alive here.." He got up from the chair. "Don't get yourself killed Criss.." I started eating my breakfast. His food..Was so good. Olivia and Sar came and sat down by
me. "Ey Jadr!!" Olivia yelled. "Breakfast maaan" Jadr got 2 plates out and put some eggs on it. "Come get them oli.." He started making more eggs. Oli got up and got the plates. She whispered something to jadr and he stopped cooking. "Don't you dare say that again or i'll tell tim" He said as he pointed a wooden spoon at Olivia. "Tell Tim what?" Tim said as he walked in and sat by me. Jadr went
back to cooking. "Uhh I broke another spoon" Olivia said as she sat down with sar. I looked at Tim. "I'll get Reiz to show you how to use the book..." Tim said before he took my plate and gave it to jadr. Later that day Reiz was trying to show me how to use the book. "You..You'll never learn.." She said as she sat by her dog under a tree. I looked around then sat by her. "I wanna know something
Reiz.." She looked up at me. "Do you have dreams of the Knight..Fate?" She shrugged. "Nah i have dreams of my life back in the normal world..Jadr told you about this world right?" Yeah i guess he did.. I nodded. She patted her dog. "Ullr..Was my real life boyfriend..Till a whitch here turned him into a dog.." I wonder if she fucks it.. I started to laugh. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She yelled
Oh i wasn't laughing in my head? She ran inside with her dog. i looked around. I saw a town near by. I walked to it. It was super busy. I heard a guy yelling near a tree. "WELL YOUR A FAG AND IM A FAGATOLI!" Weirdo.. i walked to a bench to sit down and watch the people. Marix ran over to me. "Tim has been looking for you..Where have you been?" Sigh can't i have just a little bit to myself? "I needed a
break.." Marix grabbed my arm. "Come home quick! Jadr lit the whole house on fire!" He did what? Why? "No marix..We need to run.." He let go of my arm. "But..Why?" Uhh think of a reason criss..."We need a new life..The two of us.." What are you thinking criss? Oh i don't know maybe i could be with him.. "But..But Val.." Val? Is that my name? Oh right Reiz gave me that name.."Let's run away Marix little
buddy" I grabbed his small hand. He just looked at me. "You have a map?" I asked him as i looked into his pure white eyes. The same as Jadr's. "Uhh no but we can get one from the bar.." Maybe i should ask him what happened to his eyes.. He showed me to the bar up on top of the main part of town. "What can i do for you?" The man at the desk asked. "M..May we have a map?" The guy looked under his desk then
on a shelf. He walked away looking for a map. "What happened to your eyes?" I looked down at marix. "M..My eyes? Oh..I was born like this.. I can see life and death all at once.." Wait..Can he see when im going to die? Please say no "C..Can you see when i'm going to die?" The guy came back with a map. Marix took it and pointed to the town where we were. "We're in Lirma..The water city..Shall we just go to
Scaith? Or Iddly?" I looked at the map. "What's that burnt spot?" I pointed to a part of the map that looked burnt. "Oh yeah that's scaith..A town owned by the king of Dun Fall..It burnt down last year..I forgot..Many people died.." Oh..Maybe we should go to Dun fall..Since that's where the knight is from.. "Let's go to dun fall.." I said. Marix looked at me and nodded. We started making our way to the big
town. We killed some animals on our way. As we were walking we saw two people. We smiled and waved. They jumped us and knocked us out. Last thing i saw was marix being taken away.
Fate walked the city of Lirma. He looked around. I saw myself talking to marix. He just stood there watching us. We walked right past him. He didn't say anything. He just watched. He walked to go get food from one of the stores. They kicked him out of them all. They told him he ain't the royal prince..Since the would never go there.. He sat on the ground. Olivia walked up to him. "What's the holy knight of
Dun Fall doing here?" He looked up at her. "Hey Oli..I ran away..I wanted to marry that girl i met..But i couldn't say anything" Oliva sat right by him. "Maybe it's not the right time.." He looked down at his lap. "Yeah.. i guess.." Oliva walked into the shop. She came out with food for Fate. "I can't let my boss starve.." He took the food from oliva. "Can..You take me back to Dun Fall?" "Can't you go by yourself?"
He threw a chip at oliva. "No..Dragons..Muggers.." "You can fight those off.." He threw another chip at her. "Stop..Just take me there..I'll give you all the gil you want" She picked up one of the chips he threw at her. She threw it at him. "All i want is to be a higher rank..More pay" He nodded "Okay Oli..Have that" After he finished eating he picked up his bags. "Let's go" She grabbed her lance. "Yeah..Let's kick
ass"
I woke up. I was tied to a chair. I looked around. It was totally dark. "Marix?" I whispered. I heard something to the right of me. "MArix? I whispered again. "Ey..Miles" I heard him say. I heard someone upstairs. "Who..Is that?" I whispered "Duno..She uhh did stuff to me" Stuff? Oh my god.."I'll get you out of here.." He whispered. I heard something drop. Like a knife. He got me untied. We looked for the stairs. We
fell over a few things but finally found the stairs. He went up first to see if anyone was there. He told me no one was there. We ran out of the house and ran to dun fall. "My friends might still be here" he said as we walked into town. I looked around. It looked so cool. So big. We walked into the inn. I saw a small boy sitting on a chair all by himself. Marix went to go talk to the innkeep. I sat by the boy. "Hey..
what's your name?" He looked at me. "Ryland..I'm just waiting for my mum to come back..She went to fight a dragon" Huh..Weird..Maybe dragons are big hunts here or something. Marix came back over to me. "The prince went missing so the whole town is looking for him..They ain't got no room anywhere..But maybe my friend has room" He walked to the door. "Come on miles" I got up and walked over to him. I looked at that kid before
i left. We walked out of town near a beach. A big house sat on the edge of the beach on a hill. Marix waved to a big tall guy with spikey black hair. "Ey Hey Blair Irie!" The guy was leaning on the side of the house. "You want money this time Haez?" Marix laughed and hugged him. "It's good to be back Blair" After that we were there for 2 weeks before another person as short as marix came over. We were sitting outside. It was
a warm fall night. We had the fire pit lit. The person walked inside to talk to blair. It looked like a food truck. A short guy stood by the truck. I walked over to him. He smiled at me. He had white hair and white eyes. Just like marix. "Hey there girl" He said "Hey..What are you selling?" I looked at the truck. "Ah Cakes brings food here..My friend..Well i work for her..Name's Amesiel" He held out his hand. I looked at him
then back at the truck. His friend came out and got food out of the truck and he helped. I went to sit by marix. "Strange one..Ain't he?" Marix said as he looked as Amesiel. After that night me and Amesiel spent everyday together. Marix went missing the next week. I didn't Like living with Blair and his friends. A bunch of fuck boys. I went to live with Amesiel. He had a beach house. We always hung out. His friend asked us to
come to her house for christmas. Amesiel didn't want to go. But i went. I got there a bit early so i sat outside. Cakes always cooked food for everyone so she was inside. I hadn't had a dream of that knight in a few months. I just sat on a bench outside Cake's house. I saw someone with a hoodie sit on the other bench. I went to sit by them. "Hey..I'm uhh..." Fuck what was that name Reiz gave me? Valentine? "Valentine" I said.
The person took off their hoodie. It was the knight..Fate. I gasped. "Oh i'm Fate..Wait haven't i met you before?" Uhh no..You haven't Does he have dreams of me? Oh dear god..I really hope they aren't those dreams where i did Amesiel.. "Maybe" Cakes walked out with a note pad. "Would ya'll like some food while i set up inside?" Fate looked at me then at Cakes. "Just..Some chicken and rice.." I hadn't eaten in a day..Since Amesiel
didn't want me to get fat. "Same" I said. Cakes wrote it down. I looked in my pocket for gil. "I got this" Fate said as he handed her gil. "Don't worry about it.." He said as he smiled at me. Cakes came out with food a little bit later and told us we could come in. After that a bunch of people came. I lost Fate. I sat downstairs on a couch. Amesiel ran down the stairs. "I saw that!" He yelled. "You cheating on me with that..Fate Boy"
Cheating? I'd..Oh I mean Fate was so much cuter then Amesiel. "I'd never" He ran outside. I ran into the bathroom to cry. I just sat there. Crying for a while. I heard a knock on the door. I got myself to stop. I opened the door. It was Fate. "Hey..I was about to walk home..You still live with that Blair guy?" He knew about blair? How? "How.." I sniffed. "How did you know i lived with him?" Fate laughed. "Blair is a knight of dun fall"
Oh that's how.. "Have you been crying?" He looked at my red eyes. "M..Maybe" He hugged me. Oh hugs i like hugs. "I'll walk you home. He walked me to the door. Right before we left he said bye to cakes. And as he opened the door to the outside we saw it snowing. He gave me his jacket. We walked and talked and laughed. He was so cool. When we got to Blair's house he rolled up a snowball and threw it at blair's window. The big guy opened his
window. He closed it then opened the front door. "Take care of her mate!" Fate yelled as he pushed me twards blair. I ran inside and waved bye to Fate. The next morning I woke up with Amesiel staring at me. I screamed. "Cheating on me again?" He asked. Blair ran into the room with a sword. "Get the fuck out Gourbon" Amesiel ran out. Blair sat right by me. "He's such a drama queen..And a whore.." He patted me then left the room. The next week
was new years. I got up the guts to kill a trial..To see if i could really use the book Reiz gave me. I asked blair to find some friends. He got Fate to join us. And some other knights. We beat the dragons and everyone but Fate went to a new years party. Me and Fate sat by the fire pit at blair's house. We talked and laughed. We loved the same things. I never found a guy like him. Blair came back home since he forgot something. I grabbed my pet
unicorn and rode it. Fate called his and rode it. We laughed and rode our unicorns. Blair joined us for a bit. Fate left after midnight. I went to my room. I packed my bags. I ran off to the main part of dun fall. I went to a inn. I paid the guy and lived at the inn for awhile. I wanted to be near Fate all the time now. A week later There was a big bug attacking the town of Iddyl. So i ran off to fight it. Fate was there. We tried to kill it together
we didn't. Everyone left. Me and Fate went to Iddyl. It was a small town where the smart monsters lived with humans. We sat on the edge of town talking. "Sooo..Wanna come to my castle?" Oh fuck yeah! We walked to Dun fall. We went to his castle. We went to the ballroom and started dancing. We looked like total white trash. I started laughing so hard. The king walked in. "Who is this?" Fate looked at him. "My...Girlfriend" Girlfriend..GIRLFRIEND? The king
looked at me then back at Fate. "We have to talk" Fate walked over to the king. They talked for a bit. I sat on the stage they had in the big ballroom. Fate walked over to me. "Valentine..You can live here for a bit" He smiled at me. I jumped off the stage and hugged him. He showed me my room. It was near his. After dinner that night me and Fate sat outside. I looked at him. "Can..I be your girlfriend?" He looked at me. "If you can give me a good reason to
date you...Sure" A good reason? Ah shit.. "I'll give you till i go to sleep" He got up and walked inside. I sat there thinking for awhile.. I finally got up and walked to his room. I knocked. He opened it. "I don't have a good reason for you to be with me.." He laughed. "Just be with me then" I looked up at him. He hugged me.
The next week Fate took me and his maid to a beach near lirma. His maid Asada was cooking some dinner when Fate took me to the beach. We walked for a bit. "Stay here" He said as he ran back to the house. I sat down to watch the water hit my feet. He came back. "Sorry..Had to do something..Can you stand up Val?" I looked at him then slowly got up. He got on one knee. "I know we haven't known eachother that long..But please Val..Marry me" I smiled and almost cried
I nodded and hugged him. "Also.." He said "Look behind you" I let go of him and turned around. I saw marix. I gasped. "You found him.." I whispered. I ran over to hug him. "Yeah he was living in that old burnt house.." I started crying. Marix was my best friend forever..After that night me and Fate got married on Valentine's day. We lived a nice time together for about 10 years. The game was shutting down. We went to a inn in dun Fall to live our last days together
he told me where to find him in the real world..In Cali..It didn't seem so bad..But i lived in nyc..Right before the game went down he held me close and kissed me.
I woke up on the floor of that arcade. Joker poked me with a stick. "Hey wake up.." He said i looked up at him. "How..long was i in there?" He looked at his phone. "About 10 hours.." I jumped up "We gotta go to cali" I ran out of the arcade. "We just can't drop everything to go see him" Joker said as he chased after me. "yes we can" The next week me and joker took his truck to cali. I found Fate. We spent a whole week together. Before school started he moved out by me..
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