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inmyloveworld · 2 months

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i'll look after you (bradley "rooster" bradshaw x reader)

word count: ~1.3k

synposis: "don't think, just do," was a challenging mentality to live by. but bradley quickly finds there is a balance to be had between thinking and doing.

warnings: allusions to anxiety, work abuse, overthinking

a/n: another hurt/comfort, who's surprised? this has been sitting in my drafts with an unfinished smut ending for a month but i’m electing to post without it as i’m not confident in my ~other~ writing abilities yet.. enjoy!

It was rare that the Navy ever let its aviators off early for the day; even more so for the elite members of Top Gun. Yet, with the clock barely stroking past a sunny four, Bradley was reclined on the sofa with a beer in hand. The house was spotless thanks to a shared cleaning spree the day prior. Nothing could have made for a more perfect turn of events.

But Bradley was pondering on the few texts he'd received that day. They were void of any of the color and character he was used to. None of the words exaggerated their spelling, and periods punctuated every short sentence. Everyone had once remarked him as a chronic overthinker both in the air and on the ground. It was easy to dismiss the gnawing he felt in his gut as the remnants of that mentality.

So, he cracked a Heineken and let himself indulge in uncommon solitude. The flat screen played his favorite drama to placate his mind. A subtle hunger led to perusing online menus for takeout ideas. Every little bit of stimulation was a welcome distraction from his pompous presumptions.

And then he heard it: the abrupt slam of a car door. Fumbling footsteps made their way to the front stoop followed by a clamoring of keys against the painted wood. Bradley grinned as he awaited the arrival, even through the slight tug of worry in his chest.

He watched as you stumbled inside without care. Shaking hands hung up tightly gripped keys and those same fumbling feet kicked off their shoes in frustration. Your shoulders rose and fell sharply with every short breath.

Was I overthinking?

Bradley had yet to see your face, had yet to meet those eyes always bright with excitement. Your face remained tucked toward the wall with each passing second. Swallowing his hesitation, Bradley spoke over the TV. "Baby?"

Your body reacted in shock, jolting up as your head whipped around.

I wasn't.

Hot tears were rolling down your cheeks. Said cheeks were splotchy, proof that these tears were far from the first you'd shed that day. The bright eyes he adored were puffy and red. Their brightness now was not out of joy but sorrowful watering.

Bradley's heart clenched tightly. "Oh, angel," he cooed, hurrying to displace his Heineken to a coaster and mute the TV. You had little time and no energy left to fight his comfort. As your boyfriend stood before you with open arms, you crashed into them.

He wasted no time in embracing you. Sobs broke past your wobbling lips and muffled against his shoulder. "I've got you, babe," Bradley soothed. "I've got you, it's okay. Just let it out."

All you had ever wanted was for someone to support you whenever life put you through the wringer. Bradley felt it a great privilege to be that support, knowing you'd do nothing short of the same for him. He almost cursed himself for letting his insecurities derail his intuition for you, but dismissed the old habit of self-deprecation. Nothing mattered more in this moment than helping you get back on your feet.

"I- I didn't know, you'd be ho-home," you blubbered. The comment irked something in him. How long had you been coming home in a similar state, putting yourself together just in time for him to get home? Were there more despondent texts or other warning signals he hadn't picked up on?

Each hypothesis built a greater desire to look after you, and to follow up on any twinge of doubt he felt. He needed not only to think but to take action on what he thought. "Shh, none of that, baby. None of that. You can always let go around me, okay? 'Can always tell me what's bugging you."

The words lifted heaviness off of you little by little. You cried more at the safety you felt in his words. Bradley guided you, leaden-legged, to the couch. He sat first before gently tugging you atop his lap.

Warm palms rubbed against your cheeks to dry them. Warmer brown eyes sunk into yours, unconditional love seeping through every glint of gold. "Do you wanna talk about it now, or later?" Though not wanting to let your feelings fester, Bradley didn't desire to press you for answers.

He watched as you took in a steady breath and nodded slowly. "Work's just.. just been really frustrating." You sniffled before continuing with anecdotes of being overworked and underappreciated.

Bradley continued to rub softly at your skin as you spoke. His lips pressed assuring kisses to your temples at times you got too worked up to continue. He gave every ounce of care and attention he could to your stories as you vented them out.

You slumped forward in his hold as you finished with a heaving sigh. Another soft kiss was pressed to the crown of your head. "Thank you for telling me, baby." His hands took up rubbing up and down your arms to help ease any remaining tension.

Bradley wasn't sure what he could say or do to make any of this better for you, to help resolve your problems in one fell swoop so that you never had to feel this way again. At the same time, he wasn't sure that a fix-it attitude was what you wanted or needed.

Don't think, just do.

"I want you to know that you're amazing. You work your ass off in everything you do without any promise of reward, and that's really admirable." You lifted your head slightly to see him, to see the sincerity dripping from his praises. "But you deserve recognition for it. It's not fair that you're continually overlooked for fuckheads who don't do a fraction of the shit you do. And it's not fair that you're made to feel so much less than you're worth. I'd kick all their asses if I could." His empty threat broke a small giggle from your lips as grateful tears replaced those of frustration.

Bradley returned your smile with one of his own before resuming a serious tone. "You don't ever have to put on a show for me, okay? I want you to know you're safe to come to me with anything, even the littlest complaints that you write off as whining. Do you ever think I'm whining about Jake getting on my nerves? Or Maverick getting too tough with me in the air?"

"Sometimes."

"Okay, that wasn't the best example." You laughed again, louder this time, and Bradley felt his chest swell with pride. He leaned forward to catch your lips against his, softly, allowing you to take the reins. The kiss stayed soft and sweet as you melted against him. Soft breaths filled the space between you as you parted, resting foreheads against one another. "I'll always look after you, angel. Don't forget that." You nodded in agreement before kissing him once more.

"Thank you."

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kurooo-is-here · 5 months

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Hi, I like your stories you've got going on with the toothpaste man over here (he's so goofy lol). Could you write Drayton x Reader? The reader had Drayden as a mentor at one point and then Drayden comes to the Blueberry Academy for a surprise visit (and poor Drayton gets the shock of his life after that reveal lol)

Omgomg you have no idea how much I love this prompt, Drayton's past is something that got me so curious to write about him <3

Drayden pays you a surprise visit (Drayton x Reader)

Drayden was like a father to you. A strict one, but still a father figure. He almost never mentioned his grandson unless you caught him discussing with someone else. Every time he did mention Drayton, it wasn't... super positive. Before you even met Drayton, you felt bad for him. Constantly overshadowed by his cousin Iris, not to mention bearing the weight of his own grandfather's legacy.

Drayden taught you many things. He taught you how to battle, how to physically defend yourself-- he made you stronger. He was strict, brutally honest, and to the point. So when you met Drayton at BBA, you were shocked to learn they were related. Like, you saw the physical resemblance, but Drayton was practically the opposite of his grandfather personality-wise.

...Somehow, you fell for Drayton. His easygoing personality and sunny smile greeted you every day, and your heart fluttered every time he waved at you. He was nothing like his grandfather, but that's why you loved him. He was a breath of fresh air from all of the training you had endured back in Opelucid City.

Drayden paid you a surprise visit one day. Not for his grandson, but his student... You immediately knew things were gonna be awkward when Drayden walked into the clubroom. Drayton instantly stiffened and his smile dropped. He waited as his grandfather approached him.

"Hello, grandson." was all Drayden said, along with a nod of acknowledgement. He didn't even say his grandson's name. Drayton didn't say anything back. He just sat there in silence-- his expression was unreadable.

Drayden continued his school tour with you, but you couldn't help feeling awful for Drayton. You had left him in the clubroom with the other Elite Four members, so you trusted he wouldn't do anything rash-- but you wanted so badly to go back in there and comfort him.

After your tour with Drayden, along with Drayden's usual reminders about training and getting good grades, you rushed back to the clubroom to see Drayton. But he wasn't in the room.

Lacey informed you that Drayton seemed really down and told them he was gonna go chill at his base in the polar biome in the Terarium, so you called the nearest flying taxi and bolted straight there.

Drayton was sitting near the top of a snowy mountain with his Archaludon when you finally found him. His Archaludon was a little defensive at first, but Drayton told it to ease up a little, so it cleared the way to let you come closer.

You basically tackled him in a hug, which caught him off guard to say the least.

"W-Whoa, what's all this about?" He said, chuckling lightly.

You just stared at him. "You know what this is about."

Drayton sighed. "Okay, okay, you got me. I um... I wasn't exactly happy to see my grandfather." He replied. "He's... not the parental figure I wished I had in my life."

You listened as he rambled about his past. Drayton knew he was strong thanks to his family teaching him so much, but the constant fear of disappointment nearly broke him. He preferred to stay at school, where his friends were, and where he was strong in his own right. He felt safer at school than at home, to be honest.

When he was done speaking, he just sat there next to you. He looked so mentally tired.

"Do you think I'll ever be as good as him?" Drayton asked quietly.

You looked at him. He had been avoiding your gaze, but he finally looked at you too.

"You don't have to be, Drayton. I'll stay by your side, no matter what."

Just then, he kissed you, as if he had been waiting to hear you say those words. You leaned into the kiss-- it was sweet and firm. When he pulled away, he was smiling again.

"Y/N," He said, finally standing up. "Thank you. I love you so much, you know that?"

You stood up as well, grabbing his hand gently. His hand was warm, despite the white snow surrounding you two.

"Love you too, dragon boy." You replied. "Come on, the others are waiting on us. Let's go."

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon drayton #pokemon drayton x reader #drayden is a bad parental figure smh #last one before i probably go to sleep #maybe #i don't know LOL #kuro writes

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mintichoco · 1 year

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'Boruto' series re-envisioned

tw. opinions (and the wording is all over a mess so read at your own risk), plot-bashing (is that even a thing?)

[This is my opinion on what Boruto, as a sequel to one of the greatest Shounen franchises should have been. Remember, this is entirely my wishful thinking and I don't mean to disrespect any of the writers, animators or the fandom.]

Boruto, as an MC, had immense potential. This point has been chanted to the ground but it is true. He is a third gen Uzumaki and second gen Hyūga. And we all know Uzumaki have monstrous chakra reserves. What he needed was to work hard for it. Where was the training arc?

Think about it. We never got much backstrory about the Uzumaki clan and what their motives and morals were. It would have been cool to see another character use the chakra chains (beside Kushina and Karin). He could have explored Uzushio, the plot could've called for contacting the remaining Uzumaki who supposedly scattered all over the globe.

Maybe Boruto could have worked with seals? Minato, his grandpa, is known as one of the greatest seal masters. If the writers were going for symbolism, why not use that?

Same goes for his Hyūga lineage. We get so much info about the Uchiha in Naruto, it could have been refreshing to see the Boruto lore delve into the Hyūga faction, which isarguably the third (or even the second, not counting the Senju) strongest clan in Konoha.

Think of all the jutsu Boruto could have had in his arsanel with a Byakugan. It's hightime they get the deserved recognition.

Coming to another member of Team 7, Mitsuki is a clever character idea but ultimately wasted postential as well.

If the power scaling continues to get upped in the pace as it is now, there will be nothing left for the Time Skip. Shippuden gave us Sage Mode but Mitsuki already has that. Viewers will look for something new and we all know even Kishimoto wrote himself up a wall with Rinnegan and the Otsutsuki race. What will Ikemoto give then?

Speaking of Otsutsuki, it was sort of dissapointing to see them getting introduced this fast. Some will say Boruto is slow paced and yes, I agree, but in terms of keeping that air of anonymity, it fails terribly.

It would have worked better if instead of Momoshiki landing like a bug out a tree, they got clues and rumors instead.

The whole Code and Kara situation should've been handled first and then led to the reveal of an Otsutsuki nest, perhaps?

Or a portal like the one in Last to a mirror dimension or somthing where the Otsutsuki live? Maybe a dive into how they came to be? It is revealed that humans are an entirely different race and what we see of the Naruto cast are a mix between Otsutsuki and humans.

Also, WHERE IS THE BACKSTORY? Same thing with Hyūgas really. The Hamura thing came out of nowhere. The Last is a below average excuse to tie up loose ends.

Now, Kawaki, I have a love-hate relationship with him. On one hand his backstory provides the perfect intro to post-war tragedies (and a hc of mine that smaller villages in the outskirts still get ignored in favour of the capitals)

But he just feels like a dollar-store Sasuke. As if the writers were like, oh Boruto needs a rival? Add in an angsty guy to contrast his sunny demeanor. I know this is a recurring trope in shounen but it works because it is handled well.

And people say Boruto is handed everything on a silver platter? Kawaki basically lives with the freaking Head of the Village, the elite of the elites, is looked after by the former heir to the Hyūga and gets to be a genin because he has a cool explody power? And all that why? Because he is a mistreated orphan? (what about the kids who lost their parents in the war? what about aforementioned kids in small-sized villages? what about cases like sumire? what makes Kawaki SPECIAL, naruto?)

Kawaki shouldn't have been given any of those benifits. Let him figure out how the world works, let him make mistakes, show his potential as a good guy, let him prove himself as a character worth stanning. Give him a serious politics-based arc explaining that part of the Boruto era rather than some murderers chasing a boy with some magical cure.

Coming to the side characters (yes, I'm saving Sarada for later and there is a reason behind it), let's start with Shikadai. First thought, he is the most carbon-copied version of his dad out of every next gen character.

It's no news that scenarios and often characters revered as prodigies are dumbed down to make him shine but imo most of it is owed to the factor that there is no element of suspense or an ultimatum for that matter.

Kakashi, Minato, Itachi, Orochimaru, Shisui worked as prodigal characters because of the situation. It was war time and kids were forced to grow up. The stakes were high and even then, the plot revolving around them was such that it made them raise the bar higher.

Shikadai seems flat compared to many characters. Remember, Shikamaru was not called a prodigy, he even flunked tests because he was too lazy, but whenever the situation was tense, us viewers could count on his snippets of thoughts for a clarification, or little behaviors to show he realized and often times refused to work for what is right over what is needed because that is smartness, taking a level-headed decision with the least collateral.

On the other hand, Shikadai is fed information and he just 'explains' stuff like a NPC.

I can't help but think, what if Shikadai inherited Temari's temper? Mix that with Shikamaru's actual genius (not the baby puzzle-solving we see in that one arc with Kakashi) and he could be one of the team members to look for clue about the Otsutsuki's existence. Also, I'd like more windstyle-user Shikadai plz.

Moving on to Inojin. He is also one of those characters that I neither like nor dislike. He's just... there.

What Boruto needs is better world-building and ain't no better way to accomplish that than exploring side characters. Inojin doesn't have an affinity for the Yamanaka mind-body-switch so make him train for other stuff.

Let viewers know where jutsu like that stems from (yin and yang release), give him some productive time with the border patrol, stress on the fact that Konoha's citizen don't go to sleep at peace just knowing Naruto will pull some god-level jutsu.

The Yamanaka are an extremely important part of the security system. Remember how Inoichi was part of the team figuring out Pain's black chakra recievers? Make Inojin do something similar with, perhaps some Otsutsuki relic or remains (going with the mystery au)

Then comes Chocho. How to put it simply? At first I despised her. And no, it has nothing to do with her appearance. Actually, I find her and that new girl from the recent Labyrinth Game arc, Batta, amazing.

The fact lies with her attitude. Tell me one attribute that comes to mind while thinking of her other than Butterfly mode and eating chips. Sure, she loves to eat, we get it. The fact again boils down to her falling flat as a character.

Chocho could use her lightning release in many ways and it must be strong too, considering her mother comes from Kiri. She could have earth-release, that would be great to see as none of the main cast prior to this have that.

And if they are going for a Ino-like character, let the girl have some reality to her. A twelve-year old girl is far mature and has other troubles than just thinking about cute boys and girls.

She can retain that aspect but make her serious when it comes to missions, or her family, show her spending time partaking in her hobbies that do not include eating, ogling at movie stars and muttering un-funny jokes and inuendos. Give her depth, for a lack of better words.

And for Hagoromo's sake, LET THESE KIDS HAVE SOME SORT OF GOAL and not just exist because their parents hooked up smh.

Last but not least, Sarada. I, like many others, really like her character. She isn't yet another girl who despises anything remotely 'girly' and is not afraid to show her emotions and voice her thoughts loud and clear. She is practical and relatively smart without being an overkill.

What bugs me is her very existence.

No, I do not want to get roped into a 'sasusaku : good or bad' debate but they just don't make sense to me. And this is coming from someone whose first anime ship as a ten-year-old was sasusaku.

In any case, Naruto (not citing the last few chapters) made it clear that Sasuke did not see Sakura nor Karin as a romantic interest. And honestly, I still am onboard with him being an aro ace because, hello representation!

And whatever happened behind the scenes post The Last are only headcanons, so the idea of Sasuke suddenly marrying Sakura seems a stretch to me. Let alone him having a kid who he suddenly cares so much about after ignoring her for twelve years...(coming to the problem of 'as to why he did that anyway' later)

Sarada, in my opinion, should not exist.

Like, okay, Naruto has a kid but why should Sasuke as well because of that? PTSD is a thing and we are repeatedly shown that Sasuke has grown a fear of familial bonds due to obvious reasons.

If we calculate their ages, the new gen was born sometime when they were 20-23 y/o. Yeah, I'm willing to bet Sasuke did not get past that nagging anxiety of eighteen years in just three or four.

If they wanted to make Sasuke the mysterious sensei figure who is rarely in town and is always going in these crazy amazing solo missions, don't make him a deadbeat dad. Come onnn...

Canon!Sasuke would never just abandon his wife and child for the sake of the village that ruined his family (again, trust issues), the village that he saw ab*sing a child because of something out of his control (who's to say Sarada was not picked on and scrutinized because she is a former nuke-nin's kid and an Uchiha like Naruto was due to Kurama?)

Instead, Sasuke should have just been a traveller. He should still be wandering the nations to find his way in life, being someone beyond an Uchiha and escaping the burden that was placed on his shoulders at a very young age.

You know how I keep mentioning the small villages that probably get ignored? Show him helping them, him cleaning up traces of corrupted organizations like in the last few episodes of the anime.

Show his kinder, softer side in a believable way (not the comic relief that Boruto provides), show us him seeing the beauty in life and finding a reason to live.

The Sasuke we see now just feels like an empty shell. I remember seeing a post the other day saying that he showed genuine emotions in Shippuden but now he looks like he has lost all motivation to even stay alive. And he was definitely guilt-tripped into returning to Konoha.

Yes, that would mean Sakura would remain either unmarried or marry some no-name character. Though, that seems unlikely as her pining over Sasuke eliminated all chance of relationship progress with any other character.

It would be refreshing to see her let go of her childhood crush and just moving on, leaving behind the last link to a Sakura she did not accept, the one she changed. I don't mind having an episode dedicated to them having a heart-to-heart as good old pals, all romantic feelings aside.

Maybe on that bench too, if you get what I mean. It would show us how far they have come, as shinobi, as Konoha's ninja and as people, from naïve kids to being the village's pillars.

Now, as to what the overall plot of Boruto should be, I have this idea of the war still going on when Naruto ends. Just hear me out.

If Ikemoto wants to resolve the Otsutsuki matters in this series, why not begin it with an intense fight scene where the generations following the main cast (Konohamaru and the rest) are fighting some low rank entities who serve the Otsutsuki.

It could lead to multiple of these strange class of aliens attacking from portals like ones the Rinnegan creates and base the entire series as a survival genre. Not only would that raise the stakes from being a one-episode conflict resolve, as it is now, it would mean the generation in the middle would become hardened veterans who the kids could look up to, not cannon fodder.

Make the prior war times return, but this time with an unknown race altogether. Make rifts between the Alliance, comment on how that affects the social and economical standings of various nations, involve the Daimyo.

Naruto can still be the all-powerful Hokage but make the rest of the caste equally useful.

Another idea that just popped up while writing this: what if they made mosters like in the Worm series appear? That threaten the world and some villages are forced to break the truce as they believe some ancient jutsu caused these attacks but cannot figure out from which nation.

Not even jutsu, it can be scientific modelling too since the Boruto era are scientifically far advanced.

Maybe I'm just reaching but with the huge power scaling like they have done, the stakes actually need to be high. Or else, every situation that they come across, we know they will get through it because of high rank jutsu they possess.

And for the last issue, just 'Boruto'. As in, the name. I'm aware it is supposed to be an homage to Neji but it feels so rip-off. There are so many good ones like : Hiro(for its irony as he is to be a hero and it starts with 'H'), Akihiro (personal favorite, means bright), Kaito (means ocean, an homage to the land of whirlpools), Asahi (mirror's Hinata's name meaning which is sun), Shinya (genuine, personal favorite), etc. etc.

A/N : That is it for this part. I can make another as I have ideas just buzzing in my mind and no time to turn them into fanfiction. Let me know if you enjoyed these and feel free to PM or reblog adding your own ideas too!

Also, anyone wanna be friends? 😅 I really want to rant about Naruto with someone and none of my friends watch enough anime to even comprehend what I'm saying most times.

#naruto #boruto #naruto next generation #anti boruto #boruto revamped #anime #naruto fanfic #naruto headcanons #boruto oc #naruto oc #boruto headcanons #sasusaku #naruhina #naruto next gen #naruto x reader

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jainiss · 9 months

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hello!

bringing an oneshot with zoro from one piece.

zoro x reader

Ps: forgive me if there are english mistakes. English is not my native language.

Ps2: all fictional.

The sun cast a warm glow over the Thousand Sunny as it sailed through calm waters. The Straw Hat Pirates were in high spirits, laughter echoing across the deck. Zoro leaned against the mast, his swords resting beside him, lost in his thoughts.

As the crew approached a mysterious island on the horizon, a powerful aura seemed to emanate from it. Sensing a challenge, Zoro's eyes narrowed, and a faint smirk tugged at his lips. "Looks like things are about to get interesting," he muttered to himself.

Upon arriving at the island, the crew discovered a series of elaborate training grounds. Each member of the crew faced their own trials, but Zoro's challenges were unlike any he had encountered before. As he battled opponents who seemed to predict his every move, frustration grew within him.

During a moment of respite, a masked figure approached Zoro. Introducing herself as y/n, she offered to spar with him. Zoro, intrigued by her skill, accepted. Their clash was intense, their swords ringing out in a symphony of determination. With each exchange, Zoro's respect for y/n's swordsmanship deepened.

After their battle, y/n revealed the island's secret. It was a training ground for elite swordsmen, designed to push them beyond their limits. She explained that her father, a legendary swordsman, had founded the island and its challenges. Y/n was determined to honor her father's legacy.

As Zoro spent more time on the island, he and y/n grew closer. Through their conversations and battles, Zoro learned about y/n's struggles and aspirations. He saw a reflection of his own unwavering dedication in her. And in y/n's company, he found a kindred spirit who understood the weight of his own dreams.

Zoro's bond with y/n and the other swordsmen deepened over time. They trained together, shared stories, and pushed each other to new heights. Zoro's strength grew exponentially as he faced opponents who forced him to adapt and evolve.

As the time came for the Straw Hat Pirates to leave the island, Zoro faced a choice. Return to his crew or stay and continue training with y/n and the swordsmen. Y/n assured him that no matter his decision, their bond would remain unbreakable. With newfound resolve, Zoro chose to rejoin his crew, carrying the island's teachings with him.

Back on the Thousand Sunny, Zoro stood at the bow, gazing at the receding island. The echoes of clashing swords and unwavering determination resonated within him. He knew that the experiences on the island had transformed him, and he was eager to show his crewmates just how much he had grown.

As the ship sailed toward new adventures, Zoro's thoughts turned to y/n and the bonds they had formed. He gripped his swords, feeling their weight and the echoes of his own resolve. With y/n's lessons etched into his heart, Zoro looked toward the horizon, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Byebye ~

#zoro x reader #one piece zoro #oneshot #roronoa zoro #zoro #one piece oneshots #one piece imagine #one piece

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knockyasocksoff2022 · 5 months

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The Cask of Manhasset {RANPOE}

When his Dad gets a teaching job at an American University, Ranpo must move with them to the American state of Connecticut. Once there he starts his Junior year of high school at Manhasset Maor Academy, which is also attended by the children of the elite Fitzgerald Family. Four of them are Juniors just like he is, four are Seniors, and the youngest Lucy is a Sophomore.

Lucy is wild and social and eager to make friends with the new student, but Ranpo is more curious about her introverted older brother.

After a failed introduction, Ranpo becomes even more curious to find out all he can about Edgar, determined, if not to befriend him, then to beat him out for top rank in the next exams. But what will happen when he turns up something far more disturbing than just gory mystery novels and a strange obsession with Racoons?

~ CAST ~

RANPO (17) (has come to finish his junior and senior high school in America after his father gets a job at a university)

ELISE (8) (in 3rd grade)

KYUSAKU (13) (in 7th grade and a little crazy but that's okay)

YUKICHI (45) (got a job teaching at a university in Connecticut)

OUGAI (40) (is a surgeon)

The Fitzgerald Coven

Seniors

LOUISA (19) (older than Poe but just as shy, they have tea and cookies together when it’s too sunny to go to school, he confides in her first about his feelings for Ranpo and she promises not to tell, she keeps her word. Was turned many decades ago by Francis to be his secretary.)

HOWARD (18) (tired)

MARGARET (19) (loves Southern Belle fashion, reading and writing, neutral to Poe, but secretly finds him endearing, only telling this to Nathaniel. She worries about what his relationship w/ Ranpo may bring)

NATHANIEL (18) (loves god and Margaret. The two joined the Fitzgerald Coven as a couple)

Juniors -

Lucy & Edgar had been doing homeschool during their first year as vampires but Francis and Zelda wanted them to have the full High School Experience so he enrolled them at Manhasset Manor Academy. The older coven members agreed to join as well just to keep an eye on Edgar and Lucy and make sure they stay out of trouble.

EDGAR (19) (Was taken in by Francis six years ago after his parents were killed when someone attempted to rob the Poe family home. Edgar's father owned a lucrative publishing business and his mother was a semi-famous interior decorator. Fitzgerald bought both businesses and the home. Since Edgar had no other living relatives, he went to live with Francis and Zelda, who raised him like their own. He was turned two years ago and has been living with him since, he is quiet and shy, loves poetry, and books, and doesn't talk to anyone . . . until Ranpo)

JOHN (17) (He asked to be turned so he could be stronger and provide for his family and their farm after several bad harvests, he wanted to see the world and after his family members all passed of old age he came to live with the Fitzgerald coven.)

MARK (17) (always down for anything, he found the coven by accident. He’s totally chill with Ranpo, maybe a little intimidated by his IQ but still welcomes him into the family.)

LUCY(16) (Was turned by Fitzgerald only one year ago, but she's been living with them for 9 years, ever since Francis rescued her from an abusive orphanage when she was 8. She is wild and is kind of annoyed at Poe's shyness and they fight a lot but still loves him a lot, she's a sophomore at Manhasset Manor Academy)

Parents/Coven leaders

FRANCIS (32) (loves his adopted children, and turned them because he wants his daughter back) (he donated the school library which is called The Zelda and Francis Fitzgerald Library.

ZELDA (32) (was and kind of still is, depressed because of the loss of her and Francis' daughter but got better after getting to raise Edgar and Lucy, she just wants to see them happy)

#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #ranpoe fanfic #bsd ranpoe #ranpoe #bsd twilight saga au #The Cask of Manhasset #bsd twilight au

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I feel like Sunshine only sees the coddling side of Birdy after the accident but like isn't understanding why they are coddling them. Birdy is an elite trained soldier and apart of the best of the best if they just discharged them and didn't think twice they could be a danger to themselves or others due to PTSD. Like sunshine doesn't see the soldier they have all witnessed pre egg cracking and how dangerous they are. Does sunshine believe birdy deserves to be there pre or post accident?

10282829 percent. Although there is a lot of rulings to this shit. Someone with severe enough PTSD can no longer be a serving member on the force. There's psychological discharge and medical discharge that they'd be facing. Regardless of whether it's fair or not, if you are unfit to serve, then you cannot stay in.

So it's quite real that Birdy is being faced with discharge.

However, I agree. Birdy is fucking dangerous.

Birdy earned their place in the 141 just as Sunshine did. Birdy worked their fucking ass off to get there just as Sunshine did. Birdy was so fucking good at her job, there was never even a thought that theyd ever be put as boots on the ground to deal with people up close.

Sunshine respects Birdy and definitely believes they deserve to be 141 PRIOR to the incident, realistically if this was IRL Birdy would be removed from the 141 at the very LEAST

But what they don't respect is the duality of Birdy being coddled while Sunny is disrespected. I think sunny has a very blunt view built built the trauma of dealing with things purely by themselves. They don't understand why Birdy isn't bouncing back because if that was Sunshine, they WOULD bounce back.

But Birdy saw these people as family and they were their only life. Their only siblings. Their only everything.

Sunshine just can't empathise because to them this is all a job. Rub some dirt in it.

Birdy knows that it isn't just a job.

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Hi bestie!! I've been noticing a *SEVERE* lack of Skip content on Tumblr so if you're not too busy, could you please write a lil oneshot with Skip using the prompt "Wait, you think I'm cute?" please?? Thank you so much in advance!! 💖

Also this is a total side note but for some reason the song "Dandelions" by Ruth B just gives me major Skip vibes, like, a sunny day with your boyfriend who's also your best friend. Just adorable 🙈

I See Forever in Your Eyes

Warren "Skip" Muck x reader

A/N: Bestie, you are SO RIGHT 👏🏼 Skip is so underrated, and we're going to have to fix that 😉 Especially since I've been craving content for him ever since reading FOF and seeing him get into hijinks with Alix and Malarkey 😌 I hope you enjoy this one!

(As always, this is written for the fictional depiction from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) 💕🕊️

Warnings: language, mentions of war

There’s nothing particularly amusing about asking someone to pass the shoe polish, but your bunkmate lets out a chuckle nonetheless as she tosses it to you.

“What’s so funny?”

Amy shakes her head, looking over your shoulder in the direction of the door. “Oh, nothing. Just that someone can’t seem to stay away from you – even when we’re in the women’s barracks.”

“Hiya, (Y/N)!” The bed beside you sinks as someone flops down onto it, bumping his shoulder into yours and almost causing you to drop the boots you’ve been diligently shining.

“Skip!” You scold. You smack him lightly on the arm, but there’s no malice in it. If anything, the gesture only serves to broaden the smile that already graces his lips. “You’re not supposed to be in the women’s barracks.”

Skips eyes widen. He glances around, placing a hand over his heart in mock shock as if he’s only just realizing where he is. “The women’s barracks?! I was looking for the latrine.” He shrugs. “Well, since I’m already here . . .” He leans back on the bed and flashes you a winning smile. “Guess who actually managed to keep their pass this week?”

“Talbert.”

“Nope.”

“Sisk?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Hmm . . . Well it certainly couldn’t be you for once, could it?”

“Ding ding ding – we have a winner!”

Now it’s your turn to feign shock. “No, really? However did you manage to hold onto it?”

“I was extra careful. But what about you? Did you manage to keep yours?”

“As a matter of fact, I did.”

Skip claps his hands together, a loud, happy staccato that echoes through the barracks. “Well then let’s cut a rug, jitterbug! We’re going dancing tomorrow night!” With that, he takes his leave from the barracks, leaving you smiling as you finish shining your shoes, and causing Amy to laugh.

“What’s so funny now?”

Your fellow paratrooper chuckles. “Oh, nothing. Just something about young love.” She laughs again when your boot slips out of your hand and tumbles onto the floor. She’s finished with her boots before you can collect yourself enough to ask what she means and to tell her that it’s not like between you and Skip.

No matter how much you may wish that it were.

Visiting English pubs on a weekend pass is far more fun than taking a weekend pass back in the States. Half of the fun is because hitting the town is different when you’ve got your polished jump wings displayed proudly on your chest and your pants bloused around your Corcoran boots. Strutting into a pub or a dance hall with an outfit that clearly proclaims I am a paratrooper – one of the elite! never fails to make things more interesting – whether because of the positive attention from the townspeople that lead to offers for dances and free drinks, or the negative attention from other service members that lead to gruff arguments and bloody noses. Never a dull moment with the right company in the right place.

As you push open the door of the pub and take in the sounds of music and laughter, part of you wishes that you were back in a dress like you would have been in the States. Then you could have done your hair and makeup and – even if for only a night – allowed yourself to pretend that you were a regular girl dancing with a handsome service member before he shipped off into combat. There’s still an elegance to showing off your uniform and impressing many with the fact that you are not only a paratrooper, but a part of the first female paratrooper program, though. It’s just different.

“(Y/N)!” A voice calls from across the pub. Through all the music and the jiving bodies, Malarkey has managed to spot your entrance. Hand clutching a drink and raised above his head to avoid a spill, the Oregon boy weaves through the crowd until he’s by your side. Your friend smiles, breathless. “Where ya been? We’ve been waiting all night!”

Playfully, you nudge his arm. “Awe, did you miss me, Malarkey?”

“Oh yeah, you know I missed my favorite dance partner.” In a single swig, he downs what’s in his glass and stubs out his cigarette in an ashtray on a nearby table. He offers you his hand.

“Oh no you don’t, Donnie Boy!” Skip slides between the two of you, ever present grin lighting up the room as he appears. “I do believe that I shall be having the first dance with lovely Private (Y/L/N).”

Malarkey takes a step back, hand over his heart. “Well Skipper, you could have at least had the decency to tell me that before I snubbed out my smoke.”

The look that crosses Skip’s face is one that you know all too well – he has an idea of some sort. The next thing that you know, he’s pushed you and Malarkey together and gives your friend a slap on the back. “Actually, you take this dance. I’ll grab the next one.” He recedes into the thicket of the crowd before you can question it.

A lively tune is struck up by the band, causing the energy in the pub to soar as you and Malarkey make your way to the dance floor, carving out a space for yourselves as you twirl and jump and laugh through the whole thing. You’re out of breath by the time that it ends, your cheeks sore from smiling so much. You applaud the band with everyone else as you wait for the next song to start.

“Alright, my turn,” Skip says, swaggering up to you and Malarkey. You’ve never understood how he manages to disappear and reappear from the crowd the way that he does, but he seems to fit in everywhere that he goes so well that you know it can’t be hard for him. He holds out his hand to you. “Mind if I cut in?”

“Not at all.”

The band’s next song starts up, much slower than the last. The mood of the crowd changes automatically, going from one of high energy and adrenaline to one of new love and desire as couples pair off onto the dance floor.

“Where did you go?” You question, casting a glance around the pub. “What lucky gal got that last dance with the pride and joy of Tonawanda?”

Skip chuckles. “Truth be told, no one did.”

“Oh?”

“No, I was too busy trying to request a song with the band.”

“And what song might that be?”

“This one.” Is it your imagination, or in the low lights of the pub, does your friend blush ever so slightly? Maybe he wonders the same thing about you as your hands grow warm against his. You might be in the dim lights and smokey atmosphere of the pub, but dancing with him feels like being surrounded by sunshine and cloudless skies on the perfect summer day. “I wanted to talk to you.”

There are better places to talk than the dance floor, but your heart is fluttering in your chest like a bird threatening to fly from the coop and you can’t find the words to question him. If the words would come to you, what would you even say?

“I’ve been thinking,” he pauses, like he’s waiting for you to crack the usual Thought I smelled smoke line that you, Penkala, and Malarkey are so apt to throw around. When your breath hitches in your throat instead, he bites his lip before continuing. “Fuck. I don’t wanna mess this up.”

“Mess what up?” Effortlessly, the two of you execute the spin that comes with the next line of the song. When you gravitate together again, like planets falling into alignment, you’re met with a worried expression on his face – something that looks unnatural on him.

The next few bars of the song press on while silence floats between you. Worry – or something akin to it – settles into the little atmosphere between you. You keep waiting for him to say more as Skip’s eyes dance over everyone and anything else in the pub besides you.

“You’re one of my best friends.” His voice is soft, his eyes are sincere; he’s never looked more serious. “I don’t wanna mess that up when I tell you that I feel differently about you than other girls.”

You stumble on the next step. He catches your waist with ease. If this is going where you think it’s going . . . But you would hate to assume, and to assume incorrectly at that.

Skip rushes on. “It’s okay if you don’t feel that way. With the big jump finally coming up, I just wanted to make sure that you knew before we went, or else I would spend my whole life regretting that I didn’t tell you. And I know that might make the jump harder – “ He shakes his head, exasperated. “I swear I knew what I wanted to say when I started this.”

“It’s okay,” you assure him, your words bringing his eyes back to you. “I think it’s cute when you ramble.”

Standing so close, it would be impossible to miss the way that his breath hitches in his throat. “Wait, you think I’m cute?”

“Well yeah.” There’s no use in denying it. Not when he’s allowed himself to be vulnerable instead of brushing things off with humor like he normally would. And not when the jump is sure to be soon. He’s right: it would be hard to go about life full of regret and wondering how different things could have been if you had made a different jump – a leap of faith into the game of chance that is sharing your truest and most sincere feelings with someone that you have so many tender feelings of affection for.

“Not just when you ramble,” you admit, fully committing now, heart beating hard in your chest. “You’re cute, Skip. I’ve always thought so.”

A tentative smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. “Well I’ve always thought that you were stunning.”

On instinct, you lean forward and fix your head against his chest, just like all the couples on the dance floor are doing. His hand secures itself more firmly on your waist. The little world around you is something that you’ve only imagined a handful of times, and never for long – there’s hardly a private moment in the Army, and you’ve never allowed yourself to get your hopes up.

But experiencing the real thing . . . You pray that you won’t blink to wake up and find that it’s all been a dream.

“What do we do now?” You whisper.

He squeezes your hand. “Whatever you want. We can give it a shot.”

“God, yes.” His chest rumbles as he chuckles at your enthusiasm.

All too soon, the song ends. Couples all over the dance floor slowly come out of their amorous haze and applaud the band. You can feel Skip looking at you. You gaze back at him, not quite ready to break the spell that’s settled over the two of you.

There is a war going on. You don’t know where it will take you. But you’re a paratrooper, and risk taking is part of the job. No one can know for certain what will happen, or how long this new thing will last between you.

Looking into Skip’s eyes, though, you can see his answer: forever, if you’ll allow it.

And you will. Of course you will.

#skip muck #skip muck x reader #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers #band of brothers imagine #warren muck #don malarkey #hbo war #hbo war fanfic #my writing #band of brothers x reader

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WEEKLY FAVONIUS BILLBOARD OF CALLOUTS — VOL. 1

date: 27th february - 5th march 2023

welcome to our new billboard, where the favonius librarians share the weekly callouts- from server members, voted by server members! in every post, we share some of the best (and worst) moments of the favonius library server!

please click on the images to read at better quality!

as you can see, the favonius library is going through a revolution! and we even have some famous faces here… who whould‘ve thought? we really made it to the elite of the elite. — librarian anne

the favonius library does not condone peeing in the server — librarian sunny

the collective server briancell really worked hard for these ones — librarian aly

#— billboard of callouts

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cl0ckworkpuppet · 1 year

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MagiStars

Vol. I - Chapter 1

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Aira bolted out of the castle gates, giggling with delight. He gripped his new wand firmly, letting it swing wildly by his side, eyes glimmering in the clear, sunny afternoon. He could barely restrain himself from squeezing the magical tool so tightly that it would have broken his training wand-- except, unlike the black oak branch he'd broken off of his childhood climbing tree, this one could actually perform real magic. He was upset that he couldn't pick the design, nor could he pick the unit he was assigned to, but it looked beautiful and promising nonetheless.

Somehow, he managed to make it all the way to the Heart of the Realm on foot, a decision he would soon regret as his breath was only barely grazing by his lungs. He hunched over for only a moment, allowing his pulse to return to a somewhat-normal state before he frantically searched the crowd of people before him. There, he could see waves of people, many of whom he recognized, but a startling amount of which were completely new to him. Unlike previous years, though, everyone was mixing together and mingling between clans. He could see stoic Warriors aligning themselves with even the daintiest of the Woodsy members, and Trixters nearly biting the ears off of haughty Majestic self-defined "elites". What's more, everyone who seemed to be interacting with one another seemed to have similar weapons they bore: a few arcane-looking canes, twisted wood wands not too dissimilar to an outstretched bony hand, even a few that resembled blunt swords. Aira looked down at his own wand-- it was quite basic compared to all of these, but the bold colours and markings of card suits set it apart from the others, and would be easy to spot for his fellow unitmates. So, he waved it in the air, hoping to use it as a beacon of sorts.

Moments later, the corner of his eye caught a streak of red barreling towards him. Aira yelped, and he stumbled backwards in an attempt to not be tackled to the ground completely, only to fall right onto his back, looking up to find the boy who was racing towards him had stopped mere inches before where Aira used to stand. The boy's piercing blue eyes stared back at him, seemingly startled himself, as he firmly extended his hand.

"Are you alright? Here, let me help you up! My name is Amagi Hiiro, you must be our fourth member! Please, tell me your name!" Hiiro didn't wait for any answer. He simply grabbed Aira's hand, pulling him up firmly, nearly dislocating his arm.

"Ow--! Hey, watch your strength!" Aira grabbed his own shoulder, massaging it to try and alleviate the stinging sensation. In the process of reacting to it, though, he bit down on his tongue, crying out in pain once again while holding his hands over his mouth.

Great first day as an official Magi so far.

"Fufu, are you alright?" Aira heard a deeper, gentler voice coming up behind Hiiro. He whipped his head back around to face the new person, being met with someone he vaguely recognized from within the Majestic clan's borders-- a senior Magi, most widely known for being a pure pacifist. Kazehaya Tatsumi, Aira recalled his name being.

"Mmph, y-yeah! Just-- ow-- a little bruised, that's all!" Aira smiled weakly, still holding his shoulder.

Tatsumi chuckled yet again, slowly approaching Aira on the side of his injury. He reached towards his hip, rummaging around inside of a small woven bag attached to his belt before pulling out a small Rune of Healing, seeming to be well put to use. "Here, would you like some help with that?" Aira nodded, leading Tatsumi to grip the rune firmly, allowing the tip of his wand to glow with a faint baby blue. Soon, Aira saw a glittery flash move slowly towards and around his shoulder, then circling his head, before fading away. In what felt like an instant, Aira could feel himself return back to normal.

"Oh, wow, thank you so much, Kazehaya-senpai!" He swiveled his joint in a few circles, then beamed.

"Fufu, it's my pleasure. And you may use 'Tatsumi' to refer to me, if we're going to be in a unit together." Tatsumi sheathed his wand in a small clip on the opposite end of his belt, and took a step back.

"Oh, Tatsumi-senpai! You said Mayoi-senpai is going to join us soon?" Hiiro chimed in once again, seemingly enamoured by Tatsumi's small feat of healing magic.

Tatsumi frowned. "Given this crowd, I don't think we'll be seeing much of him. But I assure you, he'll be watching us from somewhere closeby.~"

Mayoi-senpai...? That was yet another name unfamiliar to him. It struck him like that belonging to a lost soul, and coupled with the imagery of a mysterious, unseen figure watching him from the shadows, it was enough to make Aira's spine shiver. He began to worry about some kind of rumour he heard, that every single clan was to be included in this assigning of units. Even some of the... less favourable ones. Aira distinctly remembered hearing whispers of Magi hailing from the Shadow Clan, an organization filled with ne'er-do-wells and users of dark magic. From a young age, he was always told to avoid anyone who belonged to it. But he'd never actually encountered anyone who claimed to be a member... that he knew of, at least.

"Are you alright, Aira?" Hiiro tapped Aira's shoulder, snapping him out of his daze.

"Uwaah-! Don't freak me out like that!" Aira jumped back, completely not expecting the boy to come up behind him and speak at a normal volume directly next to his ear, nearly making it ring. "A-And yeah, I'm fine!"

He was about to continue, but was interrupted by the loud jingling of bells emanating from the very center of town square. The three turned to face the source of the racket, locking eyes with a person hanging upside-down from the branches of the Ancient Tree. His attire seemed rather mundane and tidy on first glance, but quickly revealed its true nature with mismatched colours and bizarre pieces of jewelry. He seemed completely disinterested in how many leaves were falling as a result of his tomfoolery, instead shaking a strand of sleigh bells wildly to gain everyone's attention. Slowly, the chaotic conversation of the crowd below him simmered to a whisper, then stopped completely. Some glared at him with irritation, continuing their conversation after only a few seconds. But most listened intently, as they, Aira included, knew exactly who this was.

"Thank you, thank you for your attention~!" Hibiki Wataru exclaimed. "Now! Ladies, gentlemen, and all else who care to listen, allow me, your very own Hibiki Wataru, to be the first to congratulate and thank you all for your participation! ☆"

"Not like we had a choice," a faceless heckler shouted.

Wataru didn't miss a beat. "Your choice to listen is worthy of thanks enough! Now, I'm sure you've already all been well-informed of our greater goals in this program, but here, I wish to present you with an Amazing opportunity, for both your cooperation, and less importantly, access to yet-untapped power!"

A soft murmur fell over the crowd.

"Very exciting, hm~? Well then, if you are interested, I implore you to have your hand at this!"

Wataru hurled himself through the air, flipping himself upright, and landed on the very branch he was once hanging onto. Midair, though, he released a flurry of pieces of parchment, allowing them to flutter to the ground as swarms of hands reached out for them, eager to gain this mysterious power the jester spoke of. But once they retrieved the paper, though, many threw it back down to the ground, and some even ripped it to shreds. The angry mob turned back up to the tree, only to find Wataru was already gone without a trace.

"Classic stunt of a Trixter," one Warrior groaned. "Givin' us false hope, 'n running off before consequences can hit 'em."

Bewildered at this sudden change of heart, Aira slipped into the crowd, kneeling over and retrieving one of the slips of paper from beneath the people's feet. He rushed back to his unit, having not read it yet, hoping that this "untapped power" was just misunderstood to be worthless.

To his dismay, it seems the crowd was right.

"This looks like Dragonscratch," Aira noted, "but the handwriting is so awful I can barely recognize what each symbol is. I don't even think these ones are real." He gestured to a few symbols of the cryptic language that especially stood out. "Not to mention that us people can't really understand this kinda stuff."

"Dragonscratch...?" Tatsumi tilted his head.

"Umu! I might be able to read parts of it!" Hiiro came up very close next to Aira, looking over his shoulder. But as quickly as his enthusiasm came over him, a frown replaced it.

"Completely unreadable, yeah?"

"No..." His tone went quiet and pensive. "This isn't any kind of modern Dragonscratch, I don't believe. But I do recognize these symbols you pointed out. It would take some time to decipher."

Satisfied with Hiiro's small bit of confidence, Aira handed the sheet to him. "Then you should carry it! I think it'll come in handy!" He chuckled nervously. "...Eventually!"

Tatsumi watched as parts of the crowd began to dissipate. "I think we should consider finding Mayoi-san before we begin our journey. I want to ensure we can all be here to experience it. ♪"

"Oh, yeah! I'd love to get started! I think I wanna become a Master Magi, honestly. I know it's super hard, but--"

Aira couldn't even finish before Hiiro grabbed his wrist and ran excitedly ahead of him. "Let's go!"

"W- Hey--!!!"

It would be so easy to leave them behind.

His laboured breathing only grew heavier with each passing second. He curled himself into a ball, only peeking outside through the window every few seconds to set himself back into reality. But still, his thoughts crept in.

You're already a danger enough as it is. What if you ended up hurting them? Or worse?

He gripped his new wand tightly, choking on his own building saliva. He suppressed the urge to gag.

Remember what they told you. You're a danger. You shouldn't be around such innocent souls. You'll corrupt them beyond recognition.

He remembered the gentle voice of the man he'd met an hour earlier.

Just quit. It's not worth it. You won't make a difference to the "peace" anyway.

He held his head in his hands, letting his wand limply fall from his grasp and roll across the rotting floor beneath him. The foul stench of waterlogged wood filled his lungs as he attempted with little success to calm himself. Perhaps they would give him a merciful death. Perhaps his end would be peaceful. Perhaps they could let him die with dignity, with the world never knowing to whom he swore allegiance. Or perhaps they'd drag him around for a little while until he proved to have fully served his purpose. He smiled at that thought-- being useful. It was a far-off dream, one that seemed only befitting of a fantastic legend, a myth he would never be.

But just as he was settling into his nightmare of a daydream, he heard the footsteps of whom would soon become his new family.

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thank you to maple for helping me write alkaloid to be Not Trash! next chapter when i feel like it

#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars au #magistars au #magiquest #fanfic #help girl #i didn't proofread this #oops anyway #sorry for mischaracterizing everyone it's my specialty #i love u mayoi ayase #alkaloid #aira shiratori #hiiro amagi #tatsumi kazehaya #mayoi ayase #i refuse to proofread ANY of my work

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ginevrastilinski-ocs · 10 months

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New Ocs!

I have new ocs to introduce, some that aren’t on my masterlist yet (but I’ll add them soon, I promise) (I have too many Gotham ocs, I know that I’ll probably scrap some of them, but until then...)

Shadowhunters

Marceline Seymour - Mundane (with Sight); future Elys’ girlfriend

Her faceclaim is Holland Roden!

Vincent “Vice” Verlac - Shadowhunter; Nico’s best friend (and ex boyfriend); just wants to be a singer; doesn’t care about fighting;

His faceclaim is Charlie Gillespie!

Descendants

Esme Balthazar - daughter of Edgar Balthazar; cat lover; her and Carlos are besties; ship TBD

Her faceclaim is Maria Ehrich!

Celestine - daughter of Blue Fairy

Her faceclaim is Maude Apatow!

Bernadette “Bernie” Poppins - daughter of Mary Poppins and Bert; twin sister of Armie

Her faceclaim is Millie Bobby Brown!

Armie Poppins - child of Mary Poppins and Bert; twin brother of Bernie

His faceclaim is Noah Schnapp!

Gavin - son of the White Knight; sweetest boy ever;

His faceclaim is Matt Cornett!

Brielle - daughter of the Red Knight

Her faceclaim is Sadie Soverall!

Rowan Cheshire - child of the Cat of Cheshire and Redacted;

Their faceclaim is Joy Sunday!

Glee

Jean St James - sister of Jesse St James; the sweetest girl in town; already famous singer

Her faceclaim is Olivia Rodrigo!

Maya Puckerman - younger sister of Noah Puckerman; Cheerio; New Directions memeber; wasn’t there for the first season for reasons lmao

Her faceclaim is Alexia Demie!

Mirabelle Ryder - Cheerio; no plot just vibes

Her faceclaim is Sofia Carson!

Morgan Smith - Cheerio; one of the Originals New Directions member; future Broadway star; (maybe a Rachel ship... tbd)

Her faceclaim is Lili Reinhart!

Melanie Jay - Football Player at McKinley (the only girl in the team); New Directions Memeber; basically girly girl who likes to play football and sing and that can kick your ass

Her faceclaim is Hailee Steinfeld!

Dulcinea “Dulcie” Klempt - niece of Isabelle Wright; famous dancer

Her faceclaim is Kristine Froseth!

Ezekiel “Zeke” Wright - son of Isabelle Wright; hates being famous; just wants a normal teenage life; hides in Lima for not handle New York shit

His faceclaim is Dylan Sprayberry!

Stranger Things

Effie Munson - Eddie Munson’s younger sister; probably a Robin ship (TBD)

Her faceclaim is Emma Mackey!

Sunny Henderson - Dustin Henderson’s older sister; Steve ship

Her faceclaim is Haley Lu Richardson!

Ethan Clifford - sweetest guy in all Indiana; ends up in the middle of the Hawkins Supernatural Chaos by accident

His faceclaim is Joshua Bassett!

Gotham

Annalise Pennyworth - niece of Alfred Pennyworth; Bruce (potential Bruce x Selina) ship

Her faceclaim is McKenna Grace (and probably Meg Donnelly when she’s older but... TBD)!

Margaret Gordon - young sister of Jim Gordon; the darling of the GCPD (does she work there? No)

Her faceclaim is Florence Pugh!

Virginia Falcone - daughter of Carmine Falcone; sister of Sofia and Mario Falcone; (don’t know about her for the vigilante thing... I’m more towards yes but not sure yet)

Her faceclaim is Zoey Deutch!

Karina Wayne - aunt of Bruce Wayne; Wayne Enterprices’ heiress (at least half of it); future vigilante (name tbd)

Her faceclaim is Anne Hathaway!

Vera Wayne - twin sister of Bruce Wayne (or at least this is what they think... spoiler: she isn’t)

Her faceclaim is Millie Bobby Brown!

Myra “Hel” Mooney - niece of Fish Mooney; rich bitch energy

Her faceclaim is Savannah Lee Smith!

Penelope Fisher - private detective; just wants to know what the fuck is going on in Gotham; the law can’t stop her lmao

Her faceclaim is Emma Stone!

Elijah Crow - no plot just vibes; vigilante for sure but name TBD

His faceclaim is Dominic Sherwood!

Mireille Lacroix - first and only daughter of an elite family of Gotham; future vigilante (name TBD)

Her faceclaim is Dove Cameron!

#new ocs #my ocs #new fc #new faceclaim #greta's ocs madness era

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contest-winning-pest · 2 months

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And so, Steven grumbled in his room, once again arguing with Lustre.

Lustre was clearly winning the argument purely by playing Steven's own words back to him. {"They won't be able to do anything with the orbs."} there was a sound, as if rewinding a tape with the reading head still in place. {"They won't be able to do anything with the orbs."} There's another sound of rewinding, and then, at half speed,

{"T h e y w o n ' t b e a b l e t o d o a n y t h i n g w i t h t h e o r b s."}

"Yes. Okay. I made a mistake."

{"Well! This weather is lovely! It's so sunny and bright,"}

"Oh, for--"

{"We'll assign Sidney to infiltrate the Aqua base in Lilycove. Phoebe, delay them as long as you can at Mt. Pyre."}

"Are you saying we should have been in Lilycove?"

This time, it's Winona's voice on playback. {"The winds blow to Sootopolis and Lavaridge."} and then Sidney's. {"Yeah. Aqua's definitely here, and in force. I can't get a good handle on what they're planning, they aren't recruiting."}

{"T h e w i n d s b l o w t o S o o t o p o l i s a n d L a v a r i d g e."}

"Okay, okay, I get it! ... What do I do now?"

Back to Steven's voice. {"What's the weather report?"}

"-- The Institute? Why?"

{"W h a t ' s t h e w e a t h e r r e p o r t?"}

"... Someone else can do that to find where the super-ancient pokemon are and keep us updated. ... Then... I should go to Lilycove myself."

{"Metagross are my favorite. They're like a supercomputer, all by themselves!"}

"You're not the only one who can calculate where the weather's the worst, Lustre."

{"Apologize to" "Wallace <3" "It's demeaning." "... and hope they let us help."}

"Wallace!? But it's Lavaridge that's in trouble!"

Flannery's voice. {"This is a matter for the Vulcani."} Wallace's voice. {"If you're not even going to listen, why am I here!?"} {"The winds blow to S o o t o p o l i s"}

"You can stop remixing everyone's words now, thank you."

Steven's voice. {"Drake" "Delay them as long as you can." "We're after one thing:" "The lion's head!"}

"... Look, I can't be in two places at once. I can either apologize to Wallace, or I can break into Lilycove. Pick one."

Wattson's voice, from a historic recording on Sea Mauville, with fire in his voice: {"And what's the Corporation got?! A bunch of scrap metal that's fucking useless without us running it!"}

"Wait... You surely don't mean--"

Still Wattson: {"But to the Corporation, what matters is the ship!" "Who cares about the men?" "It's about how they value" "The Ship!"}

"That's why Drake is here."

{"Protecting" "A bunch of scrap metal" "I say, we scuttle" "The Ship!"}

Steven sighs. "Drake isn't a member of the Elite Four for nothing. I have confidence in his abilities."

Back to Steven, more insistently. {"Phoebe lost" "Mt. Pyre" "and" "The orbs."}

"Drake isn't alone this time, and we already know where Team Magma is. Only Team Aqua wants the submarine."

{"Order" "Drake" "to" "scuttle" "the submarine." "if necessary." "Better" "to" "deny it to the enemy." Wattson again: "Ships can and will be refloated! Ships are expensive! But men, ah, men are cheap! Men, you just get a replacement, is that it?"}

"We need that sub as it is!" Steven protests. "You know why! You even suggested we build it!"

Steven's voice. {"So you'd rather the children do it!?"}

Steven winces. "… No. You're right. I'll relay the orders."

It was at that moment that all hell broke loose.

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Day 42: Ring Ruins

I nip back to Lookout Landing for Lasli and Claree's groceries, then back to Kakariko Village for cooking and delivery. The sunny porridge cures their grandmother's Gloom sickness. It turns out that Lasli’s been putting off studying fashion in Hateno Village because her grandmother was sick, and now her family encourage her to go. I hope I'll see her there.

Now they don't need thousands for treatment (who was going to charge them that much?), I can afford clothes. I buy a stealth mask and radiant tights, and Claree gives me a free Sheikah fabric as well.

In the house opposite, I find Calip’s journal - sorry, Dr Calip.

He’s infatuated with Tauro. And more than anything, he wants to be remembered to history.

I remember him as a tightarse when he rebukes me for trying to get into the forbidden ring ruin a couple of minutes later.

I climb East Hill instead. Whatever was left of the old Sheikah shrine is buried under Zonai rubble. There’s a researcher at the camp, Xalis. He says if I get in trouble with Gloom I should speak with Ebah - but I think I already know the sundelion trick. Was it Ebah who was trying to overcharge the girls? Xalis also says the five rings represent wind, fire, water, lightning, time and light - aren’t those the sages’ powers?

Ebah’s journal is at the camp.

They’re looking for an alternative cure to sundelions given how rare they are - which perhaps suggests the overcharging.

I find Ebah staring down at the chasm. He’s leaving Xalis to research the ruins so he can research Gloom. Good plan, divide and conquer. He thinks Gloom comes from the Depths because of how it spills out of chasms. Makes sense - but I think in truth it comes from the Demon King. Only defeating him will eradicate the Gloom.

I’m tempted to jump into the chasm, but there’s plenty up here worth exploring first.

I find a stone slab at the Eastern Ring ruins. Tauro’s left more translation notes:

“Wind, flame, water, lightning… and time… Light… Who holds the power… secret stone,,, and… That person… dwell within… power… amplify… Great… might…display…” It’s more fragmented than the other one I found, but the importance of the secret stones in amplifying power is clear. Amplifying. Not granting? So… when Sonia said Zelda had both light and time power, that was her, not the stone she held. Light, we knew. It was the only thing holding Calamity Ganon back for so long. But time… could Zelda be back after all? Using this time power? Or can it only go in one direction? Magic has never been my area, I don’t know how it could work. The Princess would know, or would know how to find out.

I can barely see anything through this rain. It’s only when I jump down to look for more ruins that I realise - the chasm opened right where the Great Fairy used to be.

No wonder they were frightened.

I find those ruins full of monsters that the worries journal mentioned. Drenja is here, the Zonai Survey Team member who wrote about the incursion. He asked Olkin and Steen to clear the monsters out, but they’re just arguing about whether offense or defense is better. I’ll do it. I think they’ll find that the best offense is an ambush.

Tauro clearly got in here before the monsters arrived - I find his notes on the Nestled Ring Ruin:

“Those who… most elite among the… granted… qualifications… are chosen as sages… Those… worthy… secret stones… and henceforth… sages.” Still fragmented, but it does suggest that there were more sages through the generations of Zonai rule than the ones I’ve seen in visions. I wonder if there were any more after them? When did the practice die out? When Champions were chosen to pilot the Divine Beasts, were they conscious of that connection to the idea of sages chosen to enhance their power? And it’s just occurred to me that the helms of the Sages of Wind and Fire bear a reasonable resemblance to the Divine Beasts. Sheikah inherited Zonai - were the Divine Beasts built in praise or memory of the sages?

Is this how Zelda feels all the time? It’s so fascinating, but I don’t feel any closer to finding her. None of the other tablets have mentioned her. There’s one more here somewhere that I can access. Might as well finish the work.

Olkin and Steel agree to work towards balance. It sounds like Steen is Trissa’s partner - and they both should get back to help her out.

A Blood Moon rises over the village as I look for the last ring ruin.

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॰ In The Rich Man's World ॰

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Chapter 6 - The Best Is Yet To Come

The day was sunny; a rare occurrence that week, according to Johnny, and you tried to make the most of it, lifting your face to receive the warmth and the refreshing wind humming in your ear.

The ride went on without a hitch, but your legs hurt terribly after two hours of riding, and it wasn't long before nightfall. You had become so tired from the horseback ride that you had not done much more than simply follow Johnny when you reached Tuckertown. If you were driving, this trip wouldn't take more than twenty minutes.

Everything indicated that a moonless night would fall in a few hours, a discouraging fact under the circumstances, but what really disturbed you was this place. When you got off the horse in sync with Johnny, you raised your eyes and almost lost your breath, amazed. The town was simple and horses had replaced all the means of transportation you were used to, and there was no light in that town to veil the sky. At first, you thought that this was not Tuckertown, until you were broken by the sight of a huge wooden sign that said otherwise.

Then you stopped suddenly, feeling much colder than the coolness of the afternoon warranted. That city had no lights, no vehicles, and no paved streets. The salt and earth breeze brought the overwhelming sensation of being far from home. The inhabitants, unlike your new traveling partner, dressed in accordance with their times and occupations: soberly, sometimes elegantly, sometimes dirtily.

Noticing your hesitation, Johnny looked over your shoulder, gave you an apathetic smile and made you walk again. In silence, he led you and the horses to a part of town where there were an exorbitant number of fishing boats surrounding a single majestic ship. The first thing that your eyes caught was the bucolic feel of the place; the sooty stones and the ragged men rolling barrels back and forth like worker ants. They banged against each other, like pebbles hit by waves on the beach, hurting each other and sometimes hurting some unlucky person who got in the way. The cloying smell of fish penetrated your nostrils in a way you never had before.

Despite the agitation, you could see the white lines of the breaking waves moving rhythmically on the small half-moon of the beach. It was far from being a placid tourist beach, with small pockets of sand sprawled disorderly, filling and emptying with the churning foam, among mounds of seaweed, gravel and jagged ledges of jagged rocks. A difficult place for men carrying barrels to traverse, but inconveniently full of them.

"Is that the ship?'' You asked Johnny, looking at the majestic, megalithic figure.

He stood there staring at the ship, the wind blowing cold in his face. Your nose and lips soon went numb and you saw Johnny take off his cap to avoid being blown away by the breeze. His hair, blond as straw but silky as satin, fluttered loosely in front of you. You felt a heavy and difficult breath collect in your throat again, losing focus for a few minutes as you saw Johnny's imposing figure calm and still in front of the ship. His pupils retracted by the light and his eyes glued to the sight like a child at the movies.

You crossed your arms, curious about everything you saw. First, you wondered what kind of port that was, where there was only one ship. All the ports you had visited in your century were bustling with transatlantic ships, carrying artists and various other members of the elite. This one didn't look much different from the ones you were used to seeing in your period movies – nothing like the Titanic, obviously – but why would the captain choose to dock in a town like Tuckertown?

The staff, small, pudgy figures quite distinct from the crowd, were preparing to go down the ramp for the crew. For a second, you tried to guess who the man you were waiting for was.

"Are they going ashore?'' You asked again, without much hope of receiving an answer.

"No.'' He answered calmly. ''Until they check all the passports, it will take more than half an hour.''

You snorted impatiently.

''Half an hour is long enough for us to look for my friend. Or do you intend to stand there like a statue?''

''I'm looking for him in the crowd, that's all.''

''The ship is more crowded than the Carpathia after the big wreck. You at least know that your friend is here, I wish I could be that sure!''

Slightly annoyed, Johnny took a deep breath and compressed his lips, looking down, and then looking at you. His mind dismissed the first sentence you said the moment he saw that it was just another one of your nonsense lines, and then an irritating wave of understanding came over him.

"Alright.'' He said, giving in in a strangely easy way. "And how do you intend to find your friend?''

''I don't know... by asking the locals for information?''

''Not a bad idea, but far from the best.''

"And what do you suggest, smartass?''

"Nothing, the friend is yours. Let's go to the saloon, I have a friend who can help.''

Johnny shook his head slightly and walked away quietly; he was right about the responsibility you two had to your respective friends. You followed him, seeing his sharp, dark silhouette against the slightly lighter horizon behind him.

Tense, you took a deep breath, held it for a moment, then released it. You smelled various odors, including rotting seaweed, the thick smell of burning oil, and the penetrating residual odor of the streets. Even farther away from the beaches, a few men crossed your path carrying heavy barrels to the quay. Some bumped into you, and this bothered you as much as the smell of sweat.

"What are these barrels they're carrying?''

"Cognac.'' Johnny answered. "Or rum.''

"The demand is that high?''

''Surely, the sailors and passengers need a lot of alcohol to last that long on the high seas.''

You gave a short laugh, with a hint of irony.

"On the ship I boarded, alcoholic beverages were forbidden to the crew.''

" Have you been on a ship?''

''Yes. Well... it was a kind of cruise.''

''Cruise?''

''Yes... You know... Ships with little parties.''

Johnny snorted with a smile, incredulous, and remained silent. He placed his withered hand gently on his hip as he found himself in front of the place he was looking for.

Tuckertown, though small, was large enough to boast a tavern with two or three tables and several stools. It served rather indigestible lunches of salted meat and turnips and an endless supply of beer and whiskey. Johnny pointed to the door of the tavern, almost empty at that hour. A sleepy barman welcomed you and cleared the counter where a few customers were sitting.

The owner of the establishment, a guy with a bad face, was sitting at one of the tables with his face hidden by a large newspaper. Two women were sitting on stools that stretched along the walls. Here and there you could see a man in a well-kept fisherman's outfit, but most of the patrons with homes to return were working at this hour; the tavern housed a mix of sailors, wharf rats, laborers, and apprentices, with one or another drunkard lying on the sidewalk.

A few heads went up when you entered and curious whispers were heard. Ignoring this, you continued to follow Johnny as he walked toward the owner of the establishment. Noticing the commotion next to him, the man put down the newspaper and looked at Johnny. A pair of beady eyes widened under thick eyebrows.

"Joe Kid?'' He inquired, standing up in surprise. ''What the hell are you doing here, young man?''

"Same as everyone else on the pier.'' He replied with a high tone of good humor in his voice. ''I'm waiting for a friend.''

"Oh, yes, of course! Make yourself at home, Joe Kid. And who's the girl?''

You were ready to greet him, but Johnny thought it appropriate to speak for you.

"She's just a friend. (Y/N).''

The man's answer followed a mischievous smile and a wise judgmental look at you.

"Well, welcome, miss.'' He said, and you smiled. "I'll have Margaret prepare a nice meal for you both!''

You saw on Johnny's face his willingness to refuse a meal. But you preferred to stay put, slightly intimidated by the unsanitary miasma of the 19th century, the stench of so many men unaccustomed to bathing in a small enclosed space was almost unbearable.

''Actually, Mister Grey... we won't be here long, but I need a favor.''

"I see... and what do you need?''

"We're looking for her friend. The two of them got lost from each other last night, and she likely came through here. What was her name?'' Johnny said, nodding his head in your direction.

"Louise.'' You answered. ''She's tall, ginger, has green eyes... maybe she's wearing strange clothes and talking nonsense.''

''Just like you.'' Johnny commented sarcastically, then directed his gaze at Mister Grey. "Have you seen anyone like that around here?''

The man's gaze rose to the corner of the ceiling, thoughtful, and with a soft murmur that could serve as an anchor for some memory trapped in his subconscious.

''Well... redhead, tall... No, I didn't see it.'' He replied, and his shoulders relaxed in frustration. "But I heard the trapper say that a crazy woman was yelling nonsense in an alley. If you think that fits the profile of your friend, then it may be her.''

"Well... maybe.'' You muttered, not very excited by the new information. "But if you see Louise, can you tell we're looking for her?''

''Of course. Your name is (Y/N), right? I'll remember that.''

"Yes, exactly.'' You confirmed. "And... ah... if you're not sure it's her, please ask her if she knows a man named Mick Jagger.''

"Mick Jagger?'' The man questioned, but didn't seem to be as interested in this as Johnny. ''Well, alright, I'll tell that to the merchants around here.''

''Oh, thank you so much!''

''Yes. Thank you very much, Mister Grey.'' Johnny said, giving a brief nod and indicating the exit to you. ''I assure you that I will repay you.''

''It's always a pleasure.'' The man smiled. ''And, uh... one more thing, Joe Kid. Maybe this can help you to repay me.''

"What?''

''I heard that Joshua Creed is in town, hiding out.'' Mister Grey said, whispering, but in a voice deep enough for you to hear. ''I know you have a feud with him, so I thought it would be good to warn you. There's a great place to bet on the third floor of the gunsmith building, and the second floor is vacant, a perfect hiding place for rats.''

Johnny was silent, analyzing the information for a few seconds. His shapely blond eyebrows knitted together in a heavy countenance, his fists slightly clenched.

"Right.'' He answered, his voice sounding firmer as he guided you back to the door. "Thank you again, Mister Grey.''

He led you out, his hands firmly behind your back. You waited until the tavern door closed behind you, then turned away from his hand and spun on your heels to question him.

"Is the gang in the gunsmith? They may have brought Louise, that explains the screams the trapper heard!''

''Yes. It's possible.''

''And what are we waiting for? Let's go over there!''

"No.''

You took a few seconds to answer, swallowing dryly and confused. Your frown creased and your head tilted, for a moment you forgot how cautious you needed to be.

"What?''

"I said no.'' He repeated. "Are you crazy, woman? You won't be able to find your friend if one of the Creeds cuts your throat.''

"But... she might be here! We can't waste any time!''

"And we're not wasting any time. The assault is planned for dawn. If they have your friend, then they intend to use her as a hostage, and for that she needs to be alive at least until the first safe explodes.''

Your face had become completely bloodless, your lips looking pale as a skull in the sunlight. You took a deep breath and looked down, in a feeble attempt to regain your usual self-control. Your lips tightened tightly, then relaxed.

''The ship's passengers should be disembarking by now. Let's find my friend, and then we'll decide what to do, okay?'' Johnny continued, putting a hand on her shoulder, unconsciously encouraging you to walk beside him. ''And please don't let him know you rode on Valkyrie.''

The walk wasn't long, and Johnny opted to wait at the pier. Without many options of what to do or places to go, you just sat on a barrel and watched him. Despite the general atmosphere of discomfort and danger, you felt a little calmer for having company, which would soon increase with the arrival of Johnny's friend. Realizing there was little you could do not to get bored, you settled down and abandoned yourself to the momentary pleasure of feeling the sea breeze.

Despite his nervousness, Johnny moved with the sure grace of a swordsman, a man so conscious of his body that he was able to forget it completely. The men standing by the barrels worked under the sunlight, which flickered in Johnny's blond hair when he turned around, illuminating him like a cat's fur.

''Mick Jagger... Is a friend of yours?'' He asked, and you took a few seconds to answer. ''You mentioned someone named Mick Jagger in the tavern.''

"Ah... Yes, I think so. It's a name that only Louise and I will recognize here.'' You replied, smiling. ''Can I ask you a question?''

''Sure.''

''Why can't your friend know that I rode on his horse?''

You noticed the slight twitch of two fingers of his right hand against the fabric of his pants and felt a strange sense of amenity in the gesture.

''He's a bit superstitious...'' Johnny said, trying hard not to sound unkind. ''But he's a good man. You'll like him.''

''If you say so... What's his name, by the way?''

"Gyro.'' He answered. "Gyro Zeppeli.''

The first time, that name went unnoticed, but the last name stunningly hammered into your mind. Your eyes met Johnny's and your face changed from alarm to recognition. With a raised eyebrow and a slightly ironic shrug, he assessed your silence.

"What? Have you heard that name before?''

You took a moment to answer. A slight memory of a joke about a rock band with your boss was enough to pull up an overwhelming amount of information that your brain had kept dormant for security reasons. The Vatican-stamped letter Thom found, with beautiful handwriting, was one of the pieces of evidence that the Ecclesiastes project was about the search for a truly uncorrupted body. In it, the recipient was a Zeppeli. You weren't absolutely sure if his name was Gyro, but you knew it was a Zeppeli. A firstborn son of a doctor, using a false identity on another continent; but in the chronological order of things, this would have happened in 1890. At what point did that man leave America

''(Y/N)?'' Johnny's voice sounded clearer and helped bring you out of your erudite trance.

"Yeah... maybe I've heard that name before.'' You answered, albeit late. ''How long has it been since you two have seen each other?''

"A little over a year.''

"A year? And where has he been for so long?''

"In his home country, dealing with family matters.'' He nodded his head back to look at the landing ramp. ''He sent me a few letters during that time.''

A nice romance, you thought, wondering what kind of connection Johnny and Gyro had.

"How did you two meet?'' You asked, with a sudden thirst for clarification.

Under rational circumstances, the thought of asking this would never have crossed your mind, for it would only have raised more suspicions about your intentions – and now Johnny made that clear in his suspicious look.

He was ready to answer with another question, when a voice just behind you sounded uncomfortably loud and frighteningly cheerful.

''Nyo-ho-ho-ho! Johnny Boy!'' Said the voice, and you jolted with fright. ''I want to be struck by lightning if it isn't you!''

Johnny turned and smiled. A wide, genuine smile, adorably stunned, as if he had run out of breath. Gyro Zeppeli was nothing like you had imagined; a tall Italian with a straight, defined nose, a checkered shape in his chops. He jumped nimbly onto the pier and wrapped Johnny in a strong embrace, with slaps on the back and exclamations of surprise, all cheerfully returned by Johnny. You stood politely observing this reunion.

During the commotion, the hat of the man named Gyro fell beside you and you picked it up. It would be a true cowboy hat if it weren't for the patterned slits in the brim, taking away all the usefulness a hat should have. You stood up, avoiding the heated reunion, and could see the thick blond hair of the man without the hat. He kept emitting a curious sound that you believed to be his laughter, a heated "nyo-ho-ho!''.

The sky was comfortably clear, and a cool breeze blew in off the sea, bringing with it the strong smell of the beach, a mixture of sea lavender, pine trees, and something maritime rotting in the sun. The pier displayed a worrisome absence of masts; although a large ship was anchored there, the lack of structure of the port was evident. There wasn't even a liner, although the water in Tuckertown harbor was taken up by small sailing boats, rafts, canoes, and the small four-paddle boats traversed the water like dragonflies.

Gyro released Johnny from the crushing embrace and groped around his own head, noticing that his hat was missing and waving his head all around in search of the accessory. That's when the pair of green eyes focused on you.

"Oh, excuse me, miss.'' He said in a curt manner and a thick Italian accent, and you held his hat out to him. ''You have no idea how treacherous the wind is on the high seas, I had to jump into the water to get this hat twice!''

You said nothing, but smiled when you saw a flash of golden teeth opening and you felt an electric current go through the soles of your feet, as if the quay were electrified. A magnificent smile, which as it opened, removed your doubts about the man's parentage. "Go! Go! Zeppeli!" was studded on his teeth. He seemed strangely more attractive as you explored his appearance.

Johnny looked at you, somewhat embarrassed, but intoxicated by the joy of the reunion. His usually pale cheeks were now pink and shiny, showing a few small freckles. Gyro evaluated the exchange of glances between you and his friend, then raised one of his eyebrows.

"You... know each other?'' The Italian asked, taking the hat from your hand and extending the other to greet you.

''Johnny's told me a lot about you.'' You said, gradually being affected by the atmosphere of camaraderie and shaking Gyro's hand. "You can call me (Y/N).''

He smiled wider, shaking his hand amiably and staring at Johnny speculatively, then looked at you again, examining the details of your face, your clothes and your appearance, obviously calculating what kind of relationship you had with Johnny; and coming to a conclusion that didn't surprise you.

''Damn, Johnny! So it's not just your legs that are working again!'' He exclaimed with sparkling eyes. "It's a pleasure, miss, I'm Gyro Zeppeli.''

You couldn't help but be curious about that first statement, but just laughed amiably; you were ready to deny whatever inappropriate speculations Gyro was making when Johnny judged it most urgently.

What did he mean by ''your legs are working again''?

''It's not what you think, Gyro, she's just a friend.'' Johnny explained, and you were a bit taken aback by his choice of words. ''That's a long and confusing story you need to know.''

''Oh, is that true?'' Gyro glanced up at you, with another sudden, charming smile. ''So you're single?''

You laughed, lifting one shoulder as if to dismiss the question, and the mischievous smile slipped from the corner of Gyro's lips. Then he bent slightly towards you and took your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it formally.

The thick blond hair had been brushed back into a shiny and soft, though now windblown, appearance. That man was, in some ways, just as handsome as Johnny; but more radiant, by his amiable presentation. A tall, stocky and by no means disgraceful Italian, seen up close he was breathtakingly handsome. And, in a way, the fact that this was someone you would be researching about 83 years from now made it more resplendent.

You cleared your throat and for a moment forgot all about your agonizing journey; and Johnny seemed to have noticed.

#time travel #diego brando x reader #steel ball run #jjba #johnny x reader #ao3fic #gyro x reader #jojos bizzare adventure #gyro zeppeli #diego brando #johnny joestar #jjba part 7

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