#also laughing because still cuts have a different color and they look SO FRICKING GOOD

[dramaism]

i'm watching "fall in love" now because of Zhang Jing Yi and the production there is WILD. for the first time in my life i see a drama with excellent main leads and great chemistry but laughable setting, color-grading and action scenes. if you look only at the picture it's not a military drama it's a theatrical play.

even leaks and unofficial photos look better than the drama itself:

literally the same scene:

i chose to ignore all that so my eyes are suffering but my heart is enjoying it

#smart female lead smart main and second male leads #amazing chemistry and fine plot #but terrible setting and color grading #when they talk about war and people dying i don't believe them because it all looks very theatrical #BUT i love everything else at the same time #like the main lead pretending to be a clown and scheming behind everyone's back or female lead pretending to be a fool to get what she want #and immediately figuring out what the male lead is up to!!! #god even the second male lead is fine helloo??? #production team what have you done #jey talks #fall in love #also laughing because still cuts have a different color and they look SO FRICKING GOOD

[theartofdreaming1]

Here is my attempt at portraying Peeta’s camouflage skills convincingly 😅😅

As usual, my thoughts regarding this week’s prompts and random thoughts on chapters 19-21 are below the cut.

heart

While I love all the banter between Katniss and Peeta, I think my favorite of these three chapters is: “Trust me. Killing things is much easier than this,” I say. “Although for all I know, I am killing you.” “Can you speed it up a little?” he asks. “No. Shut up and eat your pears,” I say. A classic 😄

mind

I always imagined that Cato went after Thresh before coming for Katniss and Peeta because a) Thresh took the backpack for District 2 (which contained the body armor that would make dealing with Katniss’s arrow so much easier) and b) Thresh killed Clove and Cato wanted to avenge her... Although I have no idea how Cato ended up killing Thresh... he was doing pretty well for himself in his grass-y area... Maybe the Gamemakers wanted to punish Thresh for not killing Katniss and generated that thunderstorm and rain to force Thresh out of his refuge, which would give Cato a fair chance to kill him, I guess...

soul

Lol, honestly, since Peeta just generally seems to be motivated by kindness and love/caring, I don’t think it took much for him to keep the star-crossed lovers angle alive (I could easily imagine him actually noticing Katniss in the willow tree early in the Games and offering to take care of the District 8 girl, so the Careers would get the hell out of there, away from Katniss)

Chapter 19:

Peeta, who’s been wounded, is now my ally. [...] I’d loathe any tribute who didn’t immediately ally with their district partner. Besides, it just makes sense to protect each other. - Honestly, this just highlights what a kind person Katniss is, despite her aloof front; her innermost instinct is always to stick together and to protect. Because it doesn’t really make sense for her to team up with Peeta - she knows he’s wounded and won’t be of much help to her, her chances of survival are way better if she stayed on her own, but it’s not something she’d ever consider now that they are allowed to form a team (and only then does she even factor in the whole ‘star-crossed lovers of district 12′ -angle)

Peeta, it turns out, has never been a danger to me. The thought makes me smile. - Aww 😊 (but also, how heart-breaking that the Capitol will do everything in their power to change that, to make Peeta become a danger to Katniss 😢)

He’s very hard to predict, which might be interesting under different circumstances - Okay, but this just makes me think of that exchange in Gilmore Girls when Paris and Rory talk about how you know a guy is right for you:  “Someone who’s compatible but not compatible.” “Yeah, kind of. I mean, you respect each other’s opinions and you can laugh at the same jokes, but I don’t know – there’s just something about not quite knowing what the other person’s gonna do at all times that’s just really exciting.” - fits these two to a T 😏

In fact, I’ve just about decided I’m on the wrong track entirely, that a wounded boy would be unable to navigate getting to and from this water source, when I see the bloody streak - Okay, but how flipping tough is Peeta?! He’s severely injured, with multiple tracker jacker stings and he drags himself to this terrain that is almost impossible to navigate for someone in his condition - a sturdy dandelion, indeed!

“You’re here to finish me off, sweetheart?” - What an entrance after having gone AWOL for quite a couple of chapters 👌🏼👏🏼

“Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.” I jerk my head back but end up laughing. “Thanks, I’ll keep it in mind.” [...] “Katniss?” Peeta says. I meet his eyes, knowing my face must be some shade of green. He mouths the words “How about that kiss?” I burst out laughing - He’s lying in a river bed, slowly dying, and he can still make her laugh 😊

“You know, you’re kind of squeamish for such a lethal person” - It’s such a small comment, but I can’t help but think that Peeta is just kind of intrigued to discover all these little idiosyncrasies that make up the ever-elusive Katniss Everdeen ;)

Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his words. -  Aww, she doesn’t even want to consider him dying, so she spontaneously decides to cut him off with a kiss👀👀 Honestly, at this point Peeta has elicited 2 (!) spontaneous kisses  (the kiss after the chariot ride and this one) from Katniss, who generally isn’t that big on touching people

“You’re not going to die. I forbid it. All right?” - Stubborn, protective Katniss... But also reminds me of their rooftop “date” in CF and the “Then you’ll allow it?” “I’ll allow it” - exchange

I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he’d be happy to lie there gazing at me forever. He’s great at this stuff. - KaTNisSs, gurl... 🙄🤦🏼‍♀️

Chapter 20:

But I knew he was injured. And still I came after him. I’m just going to have to trust whatever instinct sent me to find him was a good one. - The very best of instincts, Katniss, don’t you worry😉

Peeta’s struggling to get up when I reach the cave. “I woke up and you were gone,” he says, “I was worried about you.” - Gah, why are the both of them so good?! They just care for and worry about each other 24/7

“How do you feel?” “Better than yesterday. This is an enormous improvement over the mud,” he says. “Clean clothes and medicine and a sleeping bag... and you.” Oh right, the whole romance thing. - Oh Katniss...😐 I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips. I remember my father doing this very thing to my mother and I wonder where Peeta picked it up. - Where did Peeta pick this up? From a time his family was less dysfunctional? Observing couples in the town square? Or is he a fricking disney prince and these things come natural to him? Questions, questions...

“You didn’t sleep,” Peeta says. “I’m all right,” I say. But the truth is, I’m exhausted. “Sleep now. I’ll keep watch.” [...] I test his cheek. Hot as a coal stove. He claims he’s been drinking, but the containers still feel full to me. I give him more fever pills and stand over him while he drinks first one, then a second quart of water. - These two are just too stubborn to take proper care of themselves - good thing that each of them is adamant to force the other to sleep/drink/eat when necessary

“Besides I like watching you sleep. You don’t scowl. Improves your looks a lot.” - When presented with the choice of being flirty vs being a cheeky little shit, Peeta will choose being a flirty cheeky little shit every time 😂

“I’m going to make soup,” I say. “Don’t light a fire,” he says. “It’s not worth it.” - Okay, but what he’s actually saying is “I’m not worth it” 😭😭

Katniss telling that story about buying Prim’s goat😊... A young buck, probably a yearling by his size. His antlers were just growing in, still small and coated in velvet. [...] Beautiful. - We are all very much aware of Peeta’s appreciation for beauty, but the same does apply to Katniss, too (she’s just overall more pragmatic)

“Was it [the goat] still wearing the pink ribbon?″ he asks. “I think so,” I say. “Why?” “I’m just trying to get a picture,” he says thoughtfully. -  Peeta is so detail-oriented! I have this theory that this is actually something that enables him to overcome his hijacking; we catch glimpses in MJ of how he inches himself out of his condition by asking/focusing on small details or things most people would dismiss as trivial (Katniss’s favorite color, the color of her dress visiting District 7, her Dad singing the Hanging Tree when Peeta was 6 or 7 years old...) and I feel like it makes a lot of sense - his tormentors in the Capitol either wouldn’t have access to distort these moments or not even consider them to have any significance (since they are all about big, flashy gestures in the Capitol), so these memories would remain untouched. Luckily, Peeta seems to live by Robert Brault’s words: “Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. “

“Really? What did you cost me again?” I ask. “A lot of trouble. Don’t worry. You’ll get it all back,” he says. - Well, he’s going to cost her a lot more trouble in the future - but we know he’s going to make up for it and bring her much happiness, too 😊

“You’re not risking your life for me.” “Who said I was?” I say. [...] “Of course I’m not going.” [...] “You’re such a bad liar, Karniss.” [...] Anger flushes my face. “All right, I am going, and you can’t stop me!” “I can follow you. At least partway. I may not make it to the Cornucopia, but if I’m yelling your name I bet someone can find me. And then I’ll be dead for sure,” he says. - Soo.. their love language is offering to sacrifice their life like it’s nothing, huh?! 😳😅 

Peeta eats without complaint, even scraping out the pot to show his enthusiasm. He rambles on about how delicious it is, - lol, sounds like a husband trying to get back on his wife’s good side after they had a row 😂

I clamp my hand over his mouth and nose hard, forcing him to swallow instead of spit. He tries to make himself vomit the stuff up, but it’s too late, he’s already losing consciousness. - Ah, the most important indicator of true love: having person A force-feed person B a sedative so they can run off to get them life-saving medicine ;)

Chapter 21:

I lie next to Peeta in the bag, trying to absorb every bit of his fever heat. It’s strange to be so physically close to someone who’s so distant. Peeta might as well be back in the Capitol, - Reminds me how in MJ she’s going to be so close to Peeta (mentally/emotionally) while he will be physically so distant (in the Capitol!)

a tiny orange one [backpack] [...] that must be marked with a 12 - Interesting how that backpack is orange, huh? Why is that? Are smaller backpacks generally orange (like the one Katniss already has) to be more visible or is this simply to connect the backpack to Peeta (though we don’t know his favorite color at this point)? Do the Gamemakers care whether Katniss gets a matching backpack? It just seems like an unnecessary detail to throw in🤔

The table has just clicked into place when a figure darts out of the Cornucopia, snags the green backpack, and speeds off. Foxface! - Honestly, this was a truly brilliant move; kudos! 👏🏼

[Clove] carefully selects an almost dainty-looking number [knife] with a cruel, curved blade. “I promised Cato if he let me have you, I’d give the audience a good show.” [...] “I think...” she almost purrs. “I think we’ll start with your mouth.” [...] she teasingly traces the outline of my lips with the tip of the blade. - Okay, but the idea of Clove cutting off Katniss’s lips is just all kinds of terrifying and disturbing 😨

“No! No, I-” Clove sees the stone, about the size of a small loaf of bread in Thresh’s hand [...] Thresh brings the rock down hard against Clove’s temple. [...] and I know she’s a goner. - Interesting how Katniss describes that rock that basically saves her life (or at least kills her assailant) as bread-sized, huh? “Your district... they sent me bread. [...] Conflicting emotions cross Thresh’s face. He lowers the rock and points at me, almost accusingly. “Just this one time, I let you go. For the little girl.” - Katniss mentions the bread from District 11 as a proof of her alliance with Rue (and the recognition of D11) and Thresh spares her; bread keeps saving her life (while it keeps representing acts of kindness)

Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him. - I appreciate this small, humanizing moment with Cato

The last thing I remember is an exquisitely beautiful green and silver moth landing on the curve of my wrist. - I don’t know much about North American insects (not that I know that much about European insects either - just recently came across a relatively rare moth on my walks that I had never seen or heard of before) - is Katniss describing a special/noteworthy species of moth? Or is this a more literary symbolism kind of moth? (Just looked up some symbolism meaning of moths: change/transformation, seeking light; power of regeneration in some Native American mythology, hmm...)

#thgagain #thg #hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #thg meta #thresh #my sketches and drawings #everlark

[butteraway]

when time runs out | iv

⋆ summary:  A young girl has fallen deeply ill with an unknown disease in her, so with all her free time spent in an empty hospital room, she spends it online playing video games. That's until she meets her cousins friends, one spiking her interest with his extremely vulgare language.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: none

authors note: I wanna say im so sorry for lying to yall about that extra chapter KJDFFF😭😭 ALSO @chibiiichann I APOLOGIZE FOR SPAMMING YOU WHENEVER I REPLIED TO YOU💀 A DIFFERENT ACC WOULD POP UP BUT THE FIRST CHAPTER WAS AN INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER EXPLAINING THE OC'S CONDITION JFJDJD

"HAHA! I GOTCHU NOW LOSER!" Y/N smashed the buttons on her controller, basically on the edge of her bed. A grunt was heard through her headphones, then a loud bang with laughing in the background. Y/N felt her stomach turn at the sound of this, feeling a little left out, but smiled nonetheless.

"HOW'D YOU EVEN DO THAT?!! YOU’RE DOING SOME HACKING MY GUY!" Denki yelled through the laughing in the background, hands pulling at his hair. He seriously couldn't believe it!

"I'm not! I just wanted to show Sero I'm way better at this game than you are. And turns out I am!" Y/N let out a loud laugh, falling backwards onto her pillow. After finding out that 'Tape Dispenser' went to her cousin’s school by hearing his voice in the back of Denki's room, she got to learn more about this Sero dude. She already knew this after their last game a few nights ago, but he was so chill. It was still insane for her to find out that her cousin and online friend went to the same hero school. The coincidences in this world. Y/N thought as she grinned.

"It's okay Kaminari, you still lasted a long time! But you did get brutally beat by Y/N at the end though..." Sero said, trying to raise Denki's low spirits, but only succeeded in making him more miserable. Rustling was heard through Y/N's headphones, making it obvious that there was movement happening.

"You don't understand Sero! THIS IS THE ONLY GAME I COULD FULLY BEAT THIS GIRL IN!" Denki shook Sero by the shoulders, quickly doing the action. Cackling was heard through the speakers while the girl wiped a tear from her eye. Sero laughed along, as he was pushed to the ground by Denki. His arms were crossed as he looked away, upset that Y/N managed to finally beat him in every game they played.

"It's okay Denki, not everyone can be as good as me!" Y/N exclaimed, getting up from her bed to start taping specific parts of her room. Kaminari continued to complain about his defeat to Sero, who only chuckled in response. As she finished taping the bottom of the walls, Y/N sat back on her bed, sighing in content.

"So, how are you? I'm doing terribly after being utterly destroyed by you, by the way." Said Kaminari, opening his water bottle and taking large gulps from it. Y/N felt her face light up as she remembered to tell Kaminari of her future activity.

"Bro, you won't believe this! So, basically, they're actually letting me paint my room! All by myself! How fricking cool is that?!" The girl laughed out loud, jumping on her bed in excitement. Kaminari's eyes widen, in surprise and slight fear, sitting up and taking in the new information.

"Wait, really? But isn't that like extremely dangerous? Cuz of the chemicals and what not??" He tried his best to keep his voice leveled, not noticing Sero look at him weirdly. That guy had no idea what was happening.

"Well, they said that they were gonna do something to the paint so it won't hurt me or anything, I don't know what, but-" Y/N was cut off by an extremely confused Sero. "Wait wait wait, hold on. I don't understand what's happening. How can paint harm you? Besides like...eating it. And what do you mean by 'finally getting to paint your room?’ Silence was the only answer he got. Sero gulped in embarrassment, thinking he asked a really personal question.

"Um, it's nothing du-" A loud 'shhhhhhh' was heard from Y/N, who let out a shaky breath. She never really told anyone, it's not like she could either way, being confined in the hospital room for a long time. She pushed a loose strand of her away from her face, preparing herself to tell Sero.

"Well, the reason is because I basically live in a hospital. I can't go outside, or have 'unpurified' air, as the doctors like to say, meaning my interactions with people and the outside world are extremely limited. That means anything that's not cleared of dust and germs, I guess, can be extremely harmful for me? As pathetic as it sounds, it could actually kill me, haha." It was quiet as Sero took in the information, a large wave of emotions crashing on him. A person shouldn't have to be locked in a room for the rest of their life. Especially someone who is such a sweet person like Y/N.

"I-I'm so sorry to hear that Y/N. If you don't mind me asking, how...how long have you been in the hospital?" The young girl answered with a quick 'Two years', and that's when Sero felt his stomach twist uncomfortably. Kaminari abruptly got up and headed towards his door.

"I'm gonna get something to eat, you want something dude?" Kaminari's voice was low and trembling. It didn't take a genius to see that the blonde haired boy needed some time alone. "No thanks." Kaminari let out a hum, quickly exiting his room and closing the door shut. Sero heard the loud sniffs that slowly faded away, as he hung his head down.

"Hey, you good Sero? That was probably a lot to take in, sorry." Sero shook his head, letting a sad smile adorn his face. "It's fine, really. I actually feel honored that you're comfortable telling me. Feels like we're getting closer, to be honest." He smiled happily, meaning every word he said. And Y/N knew that. "Ha, we are though!" The air was tense, despite the two teenagers being in different rooms.

Y/N went to clear her throat, but was interrupted when a light knock echoed throughout her room. "Someone there?" Sero asked, noticing her silence and hearing the very faint knocking.

"Yeah, um Sero, I'll call you guys later, my doctor wants to talk." Y/N quickly replied, seeing Receen open the door and walk in with his thin suit on. Sero let out an ok and they hang up. Y/N finally took in how the doctor looked, noticeable eye bags under his blue-grey eyes, from lack of sleep. His dark hair slightly tousled, probably from putting on the protective helmet that came with the suit, and a small smile on his welcoming face. And a large container of paint in his left hand. Her eyes immediately lit up.

"What’s up doc? I see you have something in your hand, can I see it closer?" The small girl asked, getting up and making a grabbing motion with her hands. Receen chuckled, lifting up the paint for Y/N to see. Even if he were to hand her the container, she wouldn't be able to hold. She was just too weak. Said girl let out a high pitch 'OOOO ' in excitement.

"I'm not sure if you wanted more, but we managed to get you your favorite color! This should be enough to paint the room, you can even put a second layer if you want." Receen walked over to where Y/N put all the equipment, opening the container of paint. And with a low grunt from him, the lid was opened. Y/N watched with amazement as the doctor poured the soft looking paint into a tray. She picked up a roller near her, and drowned the roller in paint, the white fluff getting covered in color.

The two began painting, Y/N's hand shaking every now and then. After painting half the room, they sat in silence, resting for a while. Receen seemed to be tense, though Y/N didn't seem to notice since she was too happy to speak. Receen let out a breath, breaking the silence, causing Y/N to look towards him.

"I didn't get to ask you how you were, did I Y/N? How are you?" Said girl let a beaming smile spread on her face, causing Receen to slightly squint his eyes from the intensity of her smile. "Honestly, I haven't felt this happy in a very long time! I actually still can't believe you guys really let me do this! Thank you so much!"

Receen gave her a small smile while rubbing the back of his neck. "It's not a problem, you could’ve asked sooner and gotten this done a long time ago. You've been here for two years, so please don't be afraid of asking for things!" At the mention of her time spent in the hospital, Y/N lowered her head, causing Receen to wince. Well, might as well tell her. The doctor cleared his throat and began to talk.

"Y/N, as you are aware, I, along with many other doctors and scientists, have been working hard for you to be able to go outside again. To see your family, hug them, be a normal kid again." There was a pause and that alone caught Y/N's attention. She looked up at him. "There is a way for you to finally do that, Y/N."

Shock evident on the girl's face, she abruptly stood up and faced the doctor. There was absolutely no way anyone could have found a cure for someone like her. Someone who had an incurable sickness. Someone who was too sick, to even have medicine. He's lying. Y/N narrowed her eyes at the grown man sitting in front of her.

"With all due respect Doctor, I highly doubt that ​​that's possible. Cuz, y'know? I basically have an incurable disease? I mean, like, even if you did manage to find a way for me to leave this place, how do you even know it's gonna work? I don't think you've tried this medicine since no one in recorded hospital documents in the past have had people like that checked in before-"

"How do you even know that?"

"-so how do you truly know it'll work?" Y/N quickly finished, completely ignoring his statement. Receen sighed, scratching his head. "We live in a world where quirks exist. Would you believe me if I told you centuries ago that the human race would evolve to have super powers? It's kind of like that, but not really." Y/N eyed him suspiciously. He's avoiding the question.

Receen looked straight at the girl standing in front of him. He felt slightly intimidated by her piercing gaze. He quickly looked away and got up, towering over Y/N's small frame. Then he smiled. "Y/N, you are a very sweet girl, no doubt about it. I know how much you want to get out of here, and I want to help you. My team has created this almost perfect pill, especially suited for your sickness. I know you're very cautious, just like your mother, but I can only reassure you, that these are your ticket out of here." He pulled out the bottle from his protective suit, shaking it in front of [Y/N].

Her eyes widened as she restrained herself from reaching out and snatching the bottle. Her eyes slightly narrowed as she pulled herself together. Crossing her arms and slightly tilting her upwards, she looked into the doctor's bright eyes. "There's always a catch when it comes to these kinds of things. What's the price if I take these? My lifespan shortens, I only have five hours to go outside, it drugs me or something?"

"I'm hurt you think I would just give you these without setting out the consequences." There was a slight glint in his eyes before it quickly disappeared. Y/N hummed, urging the doctor to continue.

"There are exactly 15 pills in here. And consuming just one of these bad boys right here, would allow you to go outside! Though, time is very important when taking these. You'd have 10 hours before the pills effects wear off. These would dull your hypersensitive senses, but not to a point where you can't feel, smell or do anything. No no, it'd just be like how you were before. You'd feel slightly dizzy and be a little itchy, but besides that, nothing too extreme. It just dulls all your body senses down." Receen gave Y/N a small smile. She looked a little weary, unsure if what he said was true. She looked at the bottle then back to Doctor Receen, fingers twitching every now and then. Breathing in and letting it out slowly, Y/N stared straight into the doctor's eyes.

If I take these, I can finally go out. I can hug mom and dad, I can be around Denki again. I can meet Sero face to face and feel the grass again! I can be... happy again. But if these don't actually work, I'd immediately die on the spot. I'd be able to go outside though. Aah, so much going outside, I can meet new people! I don't wanna spend the rest of my days slowly rotting away in here anyway.

"So Y/N, are you going to take them or let all our time go to waste?"

Sero looked at his hands solemnly, thinking about what Y/N had told him. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, then lightly slapped his cheeks to stop the wave of emotions from spilling out.

"Yo, you good dude? It's not everyday I see someone willingly slapping themselves." Kaminari chuckled, walking in and closing the door with his foot as he carried a soda bottle and a bag of chips towards the boy sitting on his bed. Sero grinned, feeling the sadness of everything wash away.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. But what about you though? After we had that conversation, you were, well, umm... kind of out of it." Kaminari froze, letting a dejected smile appear on his face. Dragging a hand down his face, he let out a sorrowful laugh.

"She's my best friend. My first real, true friend. She's basically my sister at this point. So when she collapsed that day, I felt my whole world crashing down. She is the sweetest, the most kindest, person I have ever met. She never let me degrade myself, alway cheered me up when people called me stupid." Kaminari rubbed his eyes, opening the bag of chips and plopping one of them into his mouth.

"It hasn't been the same ever since she left, her parents barely come over anymore, and they're always so sad whenever I see them. My own parents aren't the same either, they treated her like their own daughter. I can't even begin to imagine how Y/N feels about this all. She was the top in our grade, highest scores in our test. No one could compare to her. M-my heart breaks for her. She lost everything." Sero let that information sink in, thinking about how she was before. He smiled as he saw Kaminari's shoulders begin to shake. He cares so much for her.

He put his hand on his shoulder, watching Kaminari slowly lift his face towards him. "Come here you emotional ball of feelings." Being the friendly guy he is, Sero gave the sobbing boy a hug, cuz hugs fix everything.

"No homo though bro." And with that, they both laughed out loud, continuing their bro day.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #mha #bnha #mha angst #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #fanfic

[haikyuu-sins]

Hiiiii! Since you are in the need for Law request I have plenty lol He lives in my head rent free 😁

So since Law is a Lowkey fanboy for ninjas what if on Zou when everyone met Raizo they met a kunoichi med! Ninja and Law was instantly infatuated with her. He’s impressed with her medical knowledge and her special medical techniques, and wants her to join his crew. And while traveling to Wano they get a little close in such short time that he doesn’t feel he can just forget about her. If that’s too much or too descriptive I apologize and feel free to cut whatever if it is too much.

Gimmie all the requests!!! And too much??? Too descriptive??? Oh my gosh I LOVE when there’s a lot of description!! It makes it so much easier and a lot more fun to write when I know exactly what you want and frick, I absolutely LOVE this ask!! I have a feeling I’m going to have a lot of fun writing this one so I’m sorry if I went overboard with it 😅 (I’m also not a doctor so forgive the misinformation if there is any, I’m just making shit up lol) update: I went overboard.

*****Law x Med Kunoichi! Reader

“Raizo, seriously, you need to calm down.” you tell the ninja who’s in chains because of how upset he is. “I get it, but the mink are fine now. I healed them the best I could and there weren’t many serious injuries.”

He was still on a tirade or yelling and crying but you just ignored him and kept him company. You just sigh. There wasn’t much you could do to help him. “Now you just need to shut up.”

There was yelling coming down from the stairs in front of you along with the sounds of multiple people sprinting. Were... they yelling ‘Ninja?’ It didn’t take long for multiple people that you didn’t recognize to be right in front of you.

There was a gasp. “Raizo is a woman?!” a man with a straw hat shouted, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

“Um, no, that’s Raizo.” you pointed to him.

All of them seemed to physically deflate when they heard that. “Wait... are you a kunoichi?!” the long nose yelled.

They were all shouting out rapid fire requests and you couldn’t even get a word in to tell them that you were the medical ninja. But hearing everything they were saying, you couldn’t help but smile and laugh. The little reindeer was asking if you said ‘nin nin’, another was asking you to hide in the ceiling and get stabbed with a spear, while someone else was asking for the shadow clone technique.

“Nin nin?” You had to put your hand over your mouth to cover your giggles. “Stabbed with a spear? Goodness...Is that what you think of us?” Looking over at Kin’emon and Kanjuro you saw that they had strange looks on their faces. It was cute hearing everything that they thought ninjas did and they were eager to see it all. “You should be asking Raizo to do all that, I don’t don’t have the energy for it right now. I’m the med ninja and I’ve been helping with healing the villagers...and there’s a lot of them.”

Law’s ears immediately perked up at the mention that you were a medical ninja.

“Which reminds me, I should be doing some more rounds for the minks who were more seriously injured.” you sighed and stood up from your spot.

“Would you mind if I came?” the man with the tattoos asked as you walked past them.

“Sure! The extra company is always nice.” you smile at him and he follows you up the long set of stairs out of the tree. “So you were curious about the shadow clone technique?” You glance over at him and he doesn’t exactly know what to say. He doesn’t want to sound too eager if he says yes, but if he says no then he won’t be able to see it. You can tell that he’s trying not to be excited and it makes you chuckle. There was a quick hand sign and another one of you popped up in front of you.

“Hello!” your clone smiled and waved at him and you could see his eyes widen, and then a small smirk. She poofed away in a puff of smoke after the introduction. “Oh and also, we don’t say ‘nin nin.’ I’m not sure where you heard that one.”

His shoulders drooped slightly and you could see that he almost looked disappointed. “Oh…”

“What was your name? I didn’t get to introduce myself earlier with all of the commotion. I’m (Y/n).”

“Trafalgar Law.”

“Is this your first time on Zou?” you ask him, opening the door to the room where your patients were.

“Yes, I’ve heard a lot about it, but I wouldn’t have been able to get up here to see it.”

“That’s a shame. There’s tons of medicinal plants on this island that you can’t find anywhere else. I assume you’re a doctor since you wanted to come with me? You seemed pretty interested when I said I was a medical ninja.” you sat down next to one of them and began your work.

He was surprised by how perceptive you were and he nodded as he watched you diligently heal the minks. Your hands glowed a light blue color and they moved up and down to where they were injured. Law heard you sigh heavily and he wondered what was wrong since he couldn’t see anything. ‘It must be internal.’ he thought to himself.

“It’s internal bleeding that I can’t stop with just my healing. I’m going to have to do surgery. Can you grab me that?” you asked him, pointing to a small tin that was on the shelf.  Law picked it up and opened it wondering what you would be doing with a balm. “Don’t smell it!” you warned him. “It’ll knock you out.”

He slowly put the cap back on it and handed it to you.

“It’s from the leaves of a certain mix of flowers here. I’ll show you after I’m finished.” you smiled and took it from him as you spoke to your patient about what you were going to have to do to him. “Come here.” you motioned Law closer to you. “If you want to watch you’ll have to be a little closer than that.” Law did as he was told. When you had the mink smell the balm, he almost passed out immediately. “They have better noses than us so this works much more effectively than it would on a human. It still will though so you have to be careful.”

He took all of the information in that you were giving him. He had never seen the techniques that you used. What was even more baffling to him was that it wasn’t even because of a devil fruit. They were all things that were taught to the medics at a more advanced level. The way you only used a finger to cut open your patient was incredible. He didn’t know how you did it, even when you explained it to him because it was something that he knew he wouldn’t be able to do. You could generate heat in your fingers that were hot enough to cauterize a wound.

What would have taken a normal doctor over an hour to do, took you about 10 minutes. Then you went on to the others who needed your help. They didn’t need surgery but he watched you in awe. It looked so effortless on your part, other than the fact that you looked a bit out of breath now because of how hard you were working.

“Oh man, I need to sit down for a little. Then we can go out and I can show you what I collect when I’m here!” you smiled up at him as you went over to a chair and plopped down, resting your head on the wall and closing your eyes. “I don’t usually get this tired. But having to heal everyone who was injured- including Duke and and Catviper who were really hurt-it takes a lot of energy out of me. It’s worth it though.”

The two of you talked about everything and nothing while you rested. You told him more about ninjas to which you had all of his attention and about Wano and what exactly to expect when they all got there.

“Are you going to be coming with us back to Wano?” Law asked as casually as he could.

“I would assume I am? I mean I could always go back on my own though if there isn’t any room for me! I came here by myself anyway, before Raizo. So I do have a way back.”

“There’s plenty of room, don’t worry. It’s probably too dangerous to go back on your own anyway after the attack.”

“What, do you think I can’t take care of myself? Come on, I’m a kunoichi! I don’t have this sword for decoration. Or do you just want me to be safe?” you tease him with a smile.

In truth, he wanted you to teach him. You had so much knowledge that he didn’t. “I just-”

“I’m just teasing.” you smile softly and stand up. “Are you ready? We can go now. I’m rested enough if you want to get some herbs for your trip.”

He rolled his eyes at your first comment. “We can wait until you’re fully rested if you want.”

“That’s okay. There are some flowers that only bloom at night so we have to cut them off before they can close back up. It’s best to just go at sunset and get the others that you need first.” you grabbed a big bag and already started to walk out the door. Law quickly followed behind you and the two of you were on your way.

In the few hours that you and Law had met each other, you already felt like you had formed a kind of bond with him. You showed him all the different leaves, roots, and flowers that could be used for a multitude of things.

“I can teach you how to make a bunch of things when we’re on our way back to Wano if you want?” you asked hopefully, just wanting to be around him more.

“So you’re coming with us?” Law raised a brow and tried not to smirk at you.

“Well you insisted on it so I guess I have to!” you joked. “But yes, I’d actually really love to come with you. I-I mean with everyone!” You stammered, face turning a bright shade of pink while Law just smirked while he put some flower stems in the bag.

Not too long after, you and the others left on Law’s submarine. It was nerve-wracking at first and you’ll admit you were terrified. Being with the others you knew wasn’t that bad though. You were introduced to the StrawHat Pirates before you boarded and got to know Robin a little better. She was sweet and knowledgeable. But Law was the one you spent the most time with. Even if there wasn’t a reason, you made one up. You’d ask him random things, just went to see what he was doing, or showed him some of the extra things you’d made for his infirmary. You would just say that you made more than you needed but really you were just making it for him.

Law knew more than anyone on the sub that he wanted you to stay so he made sure that you got along with the rest of the crew. You wanted them to like you so you had Kin’emon help you make some traditional dishes from Wano. On one of these days, you went to find  Law so he’d be able to try some before the rest of the crew ate it. He was of course in his office working on some kinks that needed to be worked out before they got to Wano.

You knocked on the door and he told you to come in. “Hi Law~” you smile and go to his desk and put the bowl of red bean soup on it. “I had a feeling you’d be in here for dinner so I wanted to bring you some food before it ran out or got cold.”

He sighs and leans back in his chair while he runs his tattooed fingers through his hair, obviously stressed about what’s to come. “Thank you.”

“You know you really should relax. Even if it’s just for a few minutes. I understand that you’re under a lot of pressure right now, but stressing about it is just going to make it worse. You’re better off taking a break and eating some of the soup I made.” you grin and push it closer to him, encouraging him to try it. “Come on~ I wanna see how much you like it! I know you will!”

Law accepted your offer and took the bowl. You watched him with raised brows and an expectant look on your face as he took a sip of the soup . “Well~?”  

He wanted to melt in his chair at that moment. The feeling of the hot soup ran down his throat and calmed him unlike anything he’d felt before. He’d never had this before but somehow it reminded him of home. “I’m deciding whether I want you as my cook or my other doctor.”

You tilt your head to the side, your brows now scrunch together and your cheeks flush. “What...what do you mean your cook or other doctor?” you had a feeling you knew where this was going but you wanted to make sure.

“You know exactly what I mean. I mean, you should join my crew.”

You thought about it for a moment. “Would I be a pirate or a kunoichi? ...Because I do like being a kunoichi...and would I have to wear that outfit everyone does? I like my kimono that I have on.” Truthfully, Law did too and he wouldn’t mind if you continued wearing it either, he thought you looked nice in it.  

“You can be whichever. If you want to keep your kimono on to pay a sort of tribute to being a kunoichi, you can do that. I don’t mind. I get it, it’s what you know and what you grew up with.” It was your ninja way.

As he spoke, your smile only grew wider and you couldn’t believe what he was saying. It was exactly what you wanted and you were so glad that he brought it up to you since you thought it might be inappropriate to ask him yourself to join his crew. You just wanted to be around him and you were hoping that he would feel the same.

It was strange. Law had never felt this much of a connection with someone in such a short amount of time. But there was first for everything and he didn’t mind this first.

“Of course I will!” you just wanted to wrap your arms around his neck, hug him tight, and not let go. “I was kind of afraid you weren’t going to ask...” you say to him sheepishly chuckling.

“Oh were you?” He takes another sip of his soup while raising his brows.

“Yeah...I really like spending time...with you. It’s been nice getting to know the crew too. I’ve had a lot of fun with them so far. Now I don’t have to worry about being sad when you guys have to leave Wano and missing you-missing everyone!” you say the last part quickly.

“If you were going to miss me then you should have just said something.” he smirks at you.

Rolling your eyes, you’re tempted to push his shoulder, but he has hot soup and you’re not going to spill it on him. “Oh shut up and eat your soup before it gets cold. Captain.”

Now that’s something Law can get used to hearing you say.  

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[darksushimoon-moved]

Uncaring | Thomas Sanders

A present for @scaredysanders for the @fander-secret-santa !!!

words: 4020

AU: Human, high school, soulmate

Relationship: (Pre-slash) Prinxiety

Characters: Virgil, Roman, and Joan! Brief mentions to other characters.

Summary: Work sucks.

TW: drug abuse mention, death mention, vomiting, sensory overload! There may be more, and if you need it tagged just asked me.

Virgil was used to the greys, blacks, whites, and reds. Virgil couldn’t imagine the world in more than monochrome- would that be the term for it? Virgil didn’t care. His parents tried their best to explain it, before his father died. After his dad died, his mom didn’t feel much like talking about it. Or doing anything much at all, besides sleeping and taking painkillers. Some days, when she was feeling well enough, she would sit and talk to him, even talk to him about his father. She was born with colored sight, but with how much she loved him, she could have sworn they were soulmates. But, whatever Creator there was, said they may not have an eternal bond, but they had one during this life. They were only bodymates. They were not soulbound, either. There was a clear difference between being soulmates and bodymates. The difference was was that a soulmate was the soul inside your body had come across another, and fell in love. This happens a certain amount of times over different lives. When this number was reached, the souls couldn’t bare to be separated longer. The soul would then only allow the color of the other soul accentuate the current body’s vision. There is also a distinct difference between being soulbound versus not being soulbound.   If one was soulbound- that is, having a soulmate, they would be born color blind, to all but the color of the specific soul. Color would only come to the soulbound if they touched their soulmate. Virgil’s mother was not soulbound, and thus was born with colored vision. She may have not had a soulmate, but she had a bodymate. This means the body- in essence, you- had fallen in love with someone. You may spend your life with them, but there was no confirmation that you would meet in the next life. That’s what everyone and his mom, anyway. Virgil huffed. He didn’t need color. He didn’t need another person, in a romantic sense. It’s already hard to take care of one person, who did little else than sleep. Virgil had a hard time juggling two hardly above minimum wage jobs and his senior year of high school. The teen was able to work it out with his schedule, thankfully. This, of course, didn’t mean he had good grades. But he was passing. Virgil couldn’t ask for more. Well, actually, he could. Virgil could ask for a little more sleep. Virgil refused caffeine, even if he was more than exhausted. He knew it would enhance his anxiety, and wouldn’t wake up his mind anyway. He knew he usually could sleep during first period. No reason to complain. Speaking of first period, Virgil was awoken by a loud slam on the desk next to his head. Virgil shot up and fell out of the desk. He was terrified of loud noises, and hated them more than anything- well, not anything. Now they were all laughing. Great. Just great. Internalize and force yourself to be emotionless, like you always do, Virgil. “Mr. Virgil, did you have a nice nap?” The teacher spoke, and Virgil grumbled. “Yeah, great ‘til you woke me.” He mumbled. “Don’t back talk me, young man!” The laughter had died down into snickers. “Sir, I didn’t-“ Virgil was interrupted by the bell. The teacher had seemingly completely forgotten about Virgil. “Have a great day class! Don’t forget to study for our test tomorrow.” Virgil clenched one hand, and shoved his stupid binder into his stupid bookbag, slung it over his stupid shoulders, and stomped out the stupid door like a child. He didn’t care. He was one of the last ones out anyway. Virgil shoved his hands into his pockets, and tried to let out his anger by taking deep breaths. Today was going to be a long day.

Virgil wanted to go home, lay down, and curl up in a ball and die. He was completely exhausted. He hated school with a burning passion. He hated all the homework, the teachers, and the misunderstanding students. But the only thing that was worse than school, was work. And he headed there right after school. And his luck, it was after school now. After barely escaping two accidents, he found his way to the Walmart parking lot. He parked in the designated worker parking. This wasn’t actually designated, rather implied but whatever. He grabbed his work clothes, and got changed in the back of his car. He hit his head and hands more than once, but it was better than changing in those dirty stalls. The stalls had people crowding around him or some creeps trying to talk to him. Even worse, he had the feeling of the camera watching him. Here, at the expense of physical comfort, he could at least feel a little more mentally at ease. Whatever, he didn’t have to explain it. Virgil finally placed his name tag on reading Walmart at the top, and his name towards the bottom. He sighed.  He grabbed his keys and wallet and his phone. He checked the time. He still had a good ten minutes, but he wasn’t going to risk it. He walked through the automatic doors into the loud environment. He was already getting a headache. Unlocking the door with his key, he walked to the employee workroom, and he signed in. He sighed, and walked back out, and locked the door back. The teen walked towards his station, and turned on the light. Immediately, a crowd came rushing towards him, giving him a rush of anxiety. He withheld a groan and schooled his face into one of indifference. He finally got through several rushes of people, and it was several hours later. Virgil felt like he could curl up and fall asleep in front of his station. To tell the truth, he would, but his state mandated fifteen break was rapidly approaching. Might wake him up, he didn’t know. Virgil rubbed his hands together, trying to satiate his anxiety of talking to so many people. He checked the time on his watch- it finally read 6. It was time for his break. Virgil lifted his feet, which were almost glued to the place he was standing, and rubbed his eyes. He stretched, turned off the light to his lane, and started to walk off. “Sir!” Someone called. It had to be someone else. He was on his break. Virgil didn’t care. “You! You’re not allowed to leave your station so abruptly!” Virgil groaned and turned around, to see a man standing in the lane with a buggy. Virgil groaned. “I’m going on break, idiot. Go to some other lane!” Virgil complained, and the kid- dressed in all white with a bright red sash, who does that?- pouted. “I am not leaving this lane! I can get you fired!” Virgil almost hissed. He was done with stupid people for today. But, Virgil did need his job, and that threat did its job made him nervous. Virgil grumbled. “Fine, whatever. Don’t let anyone else in the lane behind you. I want to go get something to eat, mind you.” The white skinned boy grinned, and began to unload his shopping cart. Virgil didn’t pay attention as he checked each thing out. “Why were you so insistent on coming into my lane?” Virgil mumbled to the customer, though not expecting a response. “Because, I was already here.” The kid with grey hair said haughtily. “You should check your aisle more carefully.” He chuckled. Virgil furrowed his brows and frowned. He hated customers like this, who didn’t understand how hard it is to work as a cashier for minimum wage. The kid- well more teen, he looked about his age- inserted a card into the chip reader. “Debit or credit?” Virgil mumbled, and the customer proudly said, “Credit.” Virgil rolled his eyes. The bags were in his buggy, which made Virgil happy. This kid seems like the type to force others to bag his cart. This isn’t some fricking Kroger, or something, this is Walmart for a reason. “Have a nice day,” Virgil spoke out of impulse, then tugged the receipt out of the printer. “Here’s your receipt.“ Virgil shoved it into his hands, but Virgil then stumbled backwards. He got an immense headache, and stumbled backwards, screwing his eyes shut. The headache subsided faster than it attacked him, and he opened his eyes. As soon as he opened his eyes, Virgil was overloaded, with the new colors. Colors that were even brighter than white, and colors that looked close to black. He saw cool colors, warm colors, all these colors he didn’t know the name of. He felt like he could feel his heart beating, and he could definitely hear it. He could hear everything. He could hear a kid wailing from the cards section, and a lady bickering with someone in the clothing aisle. He could hear a receipt checker telling everyone to have a good day. It was so bright, and his clothing rubbed him the wrong way. He could smell the Subway from halfway across the store, and everything was so much. Virgil scrambled out of the lane, and began to scramble to the bathroom. Not now, not now, not now! His head was pounding, and he was about to puke. He was going to puke. He ran into the nearest stall, and the awful smell of puke filled the air. Virgil was crying, with snot everywhere. It was too much. He pulled off his work shirt. It rubbed him the wrong way, and its material was too grainy. It was too restraining. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to ground himself. He couldn’t think. Over all the ruckus, he heard a “Hello?” and he groaned. He slumped backwards, and he felt the cool, and grainy sort of warm grey tile of the ground. He was exhausted, and couldn’t breathe at all. His vision was going dark. And, as fast as lightning, everything cut out. —- Virgil first noticed the absence of the echos of the awful, dirty bathroom. Virgil then noticed the coolness of a rag on his head. Finally, Virgil noticed someone sitting beside him. Virgil felt the need to run, but his muscles were locked up, and he couldn’t move. “It’s me, uh, I don’t think I introduced myself.” It was the kid he checked out in line. Virgil’s body began to release tension, and he twitched a finger. “I’m Roman.” Virgil looked over to the other teen. Virgil found the white color was not actually quite white, but- a warmer color? How could he describe it? And his hair was in fact, not grey, it was a sort of- god, he didn’t know how to explain it, what kind of- color?- is that? And his skin was even more confusing. And the walls behind him were a cool, something he now saw, made him think of ice, color. Hold on, color? “Do you see it too?” Roman spoke in a loud tone, and Virgil’s head pulsed. “Don’t,” Virgil rasped, more quiet than a mouse, “Don’t talk. Or at least lower your voice.” Roman didn’t respond- or he nodded, Virgil didn’t know, his eyes were closed. It was silent for a moment, then Virgil spoke again. “What do you mean, it,” Virgil mumbled. “Co-“ Virgil winced at his loud tone, then Roman corrected his mistake. “I believe, the weirdness we’re witnessing is, er, color. Or at least I. Are you seeing color as well?” Virgil paused, then gave a gentle nod. “Is that why you freaked out?” Roman pushed. “I think,” Virgil didn’t know, “so, I, um,” Virgil couldn’t string together the words. “So you weren’t looking for a person to… Well, you know. I understand,” Roman’s tone turned cold. Virgil frantically shook his head, causing him immense pain. “Not that. I, uh, get, overloaded? A lot? Like uh, it, gets too bright, and all the uh, outside, um, stuff is too much.” Virgil rubbed his head, and forced himself to sit up. He immediately got dizzy and lightheaded from the pain. “Do you want some painkillers? Like, tyl-“ Roman asked, and Virgil cut him off. “No. I don’t, I’m fine.” Virgil bit. “If you’re sure.” Roman shrugged. They lapsed into a semi-awkward silence, and then Virgil stopped. “Where… am I?” He panicked. “Where’s my stuff? Where’s my car? Where’s-“ “Calm down there, panic-at-the-everywhere.” Roman cut him off, and Virgil huffed, his heart still beating out of his chest. “Where. Is. it?” Virgil took a deep breath. “I’ll start from the beginning, since it’s a lot.” Roman started. Virgil shrunk back. “So, like, I got an immense headache, then I opened my eyes, and saw a bunch of colors? And I was like, ‘What?’. I was confused, and stood there for a moment. Then I grabbed my bags, and chased you into the bathroom. I saw you run in there from the corner of my eye, and when I got in there, I heard retching. I didn’t get it? I called in there, like, ‘Hello?’ Then I heard a loud thud. I was like-“ Virgil cut Roman off. “If you say like one more time, I’m gonna… be mad.” Virgil couldn’t find a convincing threat, and instead went the wimpy way out. Roman snickered. In response, Virgil snapped, “Just continue.” “Anyway, where was I? Oh no, I’m going to have to start over since you cut me off!” Roman exaggerated his emotions. Virgil frowned. “You found me in the bathroom after I passed out.” Virgil rolled his eyes. “Oh, right.” Roman smirked. — Roman wandered towards the noise, and the putrid smell. I mean, it’s always gross in the bathrooms of any public place, but it smelt truly putrid. And the body- or at least the hand- poked out from underneath the stall. Did he just… up and die? Roman didn’t want to deal with this, he had too bad of a headache for this. But, with the revelation of this guy being his… possible soulmate, he couldn’t leave him there. Roman had stronger- well, he didn’t know how to explain it. He could see the auras of the souls in the bodies’, plainly put- that is, if they were purple. He could see purple everything, which was a strange color to always see. Yes, he can see the purpleness of a grape. But he couldn’t make out the color of an apple or a blueberry, which are reportedly the colors that mix into purple. What the heck? He tugged on the guy’s arm, and he gave off a pitiful groan. He felt a little bad for the guy, he sounded like he was truly suffering. At least he knew his soulmate- possible soulmate was alive. Roman tugged on his possible soulmate’s arm after readjusting him. After that, he tugged, and pulled him out from under the stall. Roman frowned a little. Now what? Well, he definitely isn’t going to be working for the rest of today, with whatever happened a moment ago. Roman cringed at the puke down the front of his chest. He didn’t want to touch that disgusting mess. Roman spotted his shirt by the toilet, and Roman cringed. Roman decided his first order of business was to clean his chest. He tore a few towels and wet them, and looked away as he rubbed away the bile. “Ew, ew ew ew,” Roman whined, and then when the guy’s chest was clean, he ran to the trash can and tossed out the towel. The employee had run into the first stall, so he had to go into another nasty stall to grab the shirt. Roman whined again. He hated feeling obligated to do things. He opened the stall door next to the stall where the cashier had been. Without touching anything to the best of his ability, he used his foot to pull the shirt and vest over to his feet. Roman then picked it up with his finger tips. He then left, and shook the shirt out of any disgusting bacteria on it. He placed it over the worker’s clammy unconscious body. He had to get this kid out of here. But, what did he have to do to get him out? He can’t exactly pull him out and have everyone think he murdered a man in a Walmart bathroom. He winced. That would not be good on his reputation. Well, he supposed he had to get him to sign out first. He didn’t know how these minimum wage workers signed in, or where they even went to sign in. Roman groaned. How could he ever do this? “ What the hell is going on here?” Someone behind him exclaimed, and Roman whipped around. It was an employee with a- beanie on? Is that within dress code? Roman didn’t care. “Uh, dude, I can explain, don’t call the cops please.” Roman pleaded, and the teen held onto their mop and water. The beanie-d person put the ‘Closed bathroom’ sign up. “You got three minutes, explain.” The teen said, crossing their arms. Roman launched into the quickest explanation he could muster. The person huffed, but looked like they understood. “Yeah, I guess I understand. Virgil can uh, well.” The person looked around. “I guess I’ll sign him out, or something. Please don’t hurt him, he has to cover my shift on Friday.” The kid bit his lip. “Just follow me into the workroom, and there’s an employee exit. Or rather, the fire exit, but it doesn’t work. I’ll clear you.” “Oh, thank you so much, Mr…?” Roman prompted their name. “Mx,” The kid spoke, and before Roman could spill out an extravagant apology, he continued, “and it’s Joan. Don’t worry about it. Just call yourself lucky Patton didn’t find you. Or my boss,” Joan snorted. Roman let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah,” Roman said shortly, “and sorry.” Joan waved it off, and began leaving. “Do you need help or something?” Roman heaved him up to make him look like he was standing, and was surprised at how light- what was it, Virgil?- he was. “No, he’s really light.” Virgil groaned in protest. Joan laughed under his breath, and removed the closed bathroom sign. “You may also want to put his shirt back on him before leaving.” Roman blushed, and nodded. “Right.” Roman had some trouble picking up the shirt. He had even more trouble putting it on the worker. His unconscious body refused to cooperate. But with some time and patience, he did it, and saw Joan waiting at the mouth of the bathrooms for him. He also somehow grabbed his groceries, pulling Virgil’s body beside him, and ran after them. The workroom was right next door, which he sort of thanked whatever higher being there was for. Joan began to type in the computer, and then nodded for a moment. “He’s signed out. Virgil’s car’s a Prius and it’s in the employee parking on the front right side. He has his keys in his pocket I think, he usually does. Have a good night now, don’t kill him, or anything-“ “How do you know this kid so well?” Roman cut him off before they could leave. Joan shrugged. “Friend of a friend, and he does a lot for me. That’s all. Not like it matters.” Roman paused then gave a single nod, and bid them farewell. Joan then left, then dug in Virgil’s pockets, with much difficulty, searching for his keys. God, this was such an odd situation. He almost regretted everything he ever did up to this moment. He finally found them, and grabbed the keys faster than the speed of light. Roman then hauled Virgil’s body out into the parking lot. Roman readjusted him, and approached the employee parking spaces. He hit the panic button, and watched the car light up. Virgil cried out, which Roman responded to by turning off the car’s alarm system. He approached the car, unlocking the doors. He then opened the back, and laid him in the back seat. The back seat which was covered with candy wrappers, clothing, and other junk. Roman didn’t bother to buckle him in, it wasn’t against the law or anything. Roman then hopped in the front seat, and shut the doors. He placed his bought goods in the front seat beside what he figured was Virgil’s backpack. Roman then hit a roadblock. He had no idea where the kid’s house was. Roman huffed. He guessed he had to just drive the kid to his house until he woke up. He didn’t even know how he was going to get his car. His house was a fair distance away from here. Roman groaned, slamming his head against the wheel. He would state it again, and again, and again. He hated being obligated to help others. He pressed the ignition button, and put the car in reverse. — “Then I brought you back here, and I did everything I could to make you comfortable. I thought you would be grateful I pretty much saved your butt, but no, my deed is thankless.” Roman finished, and Virgil crossed his arms. He glanced around the room, everywhere but Roman. Finally, he met his eye. “I… Uh… Yeah, that sounds like something Joan would do. They hadn’t even asked me to take their shift Friday yet,” Virgil decided on saying, grumbling towards the end. Roman didn’t respond, and they lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. “I uh-“ “I should-“ They spoke at the same time. “Sorry-“ They said in unison, and then both went quiet. Virgil gestured for Roman to go first. Roman gave a slow nod. “If you see color- I suppose you couldn’t see it before- and I see color, then what does that make us?” Roman enunciated. Virgil picked at the off white couch. “I don’t know, soulmates?” “So does that mean we’re like, dating, or something?” Roman spoke. He had always romanticized- no pun intended- romance. Virgil’s eyes widened. “No, no no no,” He spoke fast, and Virgil regretted looking at Roman, who now looked heart broken. “I just met you. I just… Want to become closer first, before we rush into… a uh… relationship, or anything.” Virgil finished. “Not that I don’t want to be with my soulmate. I want to, erm, know you before I date you. I hope that makes sense.” Roman was silent for a moment. Then, the melodramatic teen smiled with the beam of a million suns. “Yes, of course that makes sense! No one will ever be able to resist my charm!” Roman cheered. Virgil hissed. “We’ll see about that.” Virgil bit, without malice. Roman smirked. “Can we at least exchange numbers? So we can talk, y'know.” Roman offered. Virgil rolled his eyes. “Sure, whatever.” They exchanged numbers without a kink in the process. “I think I should be, uh, going. Want me to drive you to get your car?” Virgil finally said, and Roman nodded. “Yes, I would appreciate that, my love.” Virgil glared. “Call me that again, and you’re getting your own car.” Roman huffed. “Fine,” Roman whined, and it was Virgil’s turn to smirk. “Now hurry up. I have to get home to do my homework and stuff.” Virgil stole his keys from the coffee table, and twirled them. Virgil looked around the multi-colored room again. It was weird seeing new colors, and he’d definitely have to research each one. Virgil’s head pounded as he stood up, and he groaned. Aaaafter his headache went away. But seeing all this color, being finally being able to see it, he believes he can ignore the pain that comes with it. He was with someone who he had to spend his whole life with. A person who would most likely never leave. Even though that person was loud and obnoxious. Virgil supposed he could ignore the immense discomfort for now. He might not. Virgil didn’t know. Virgil didn’t care about everything going on right now, or how awful today was. For once, he was looking forward to the future.

#shut up ash #fander-secret-santa #secret santa #scaredysanders #I hope you like it #prinxiety #this took so longgg #soulmate au #shipping #sort of #my writing #human au #sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #joan #thomas sanders

[bentenharuki]

Haikyuu Chapter 291, or How Furudate Is So Damn Predictable It Hurts...

As expected, this chapter is full of the usual thing you expect from a mangaka bound to please an army of brainless kids who like an inane “protagonist”.

As I predicted correctly (not difficult... Furudate does the things a 5 years old with TERRIBLE taste expects, so even a barely 20 years old like me feels like Einstein trying to guess his moves ya know...) we get bombed with the intuition of “bond comparisons” between the Twins and the Midget with my poor poor Lord. 

Furudate then licks even more the butts by putting Atsumu’s acknowledgement of Boku No Hero Karasuno in a form the simpletons who like The Orange Curse will think it means who knows what, while it does just mean he doesn’t consider him anymore a scrub (cit. Chapter 219, where he tells The Lord how he won’t let scrubs hit his tosses). 

Furudate does even better, trying to please the simpletons, drawing The Lord with a face THEY will interpret like my Precious One is being fazed by the proposal of Atsumu, while, giving his complete lack of further actions after it, it probably just means Kageyama thinks Atsumu has HORRIBLE taste in deciding who he would try to toss to  ;).

But let’s go in line.

I liked this chapter for the comedy provided by the twins (how I will miss them!) and for  beautiful Kita AND for the last page where Tsukki ONCE AGAIN takes my personal brain prize for telling it CLEARLY how the midget hasn’t really done much this game, being him just the one “witnessing the momentum OF OTHERS” and expecting for his (his “momentum”is what the whole game with Nekoma will portray, so I am expecting not much in term of satisfaction in it personally.)

We start with this, call it an introduction to doom? ;)

And we have to stand the “cheering and screaming” where Tsukki is a doll and my poor Lord gets harassed by Sugawara, who is not really dignified to touch that way The Lord, but my poor baby is way too tired to react (look at his face in the low cut... Kageyama is DESTROYED, he can’t even stand up or shrug anyone off...poor my baby who gave his 300% and shone so bright!):

The comedy (?) of Furudate starts pretty soon.

As I said Kageyama is dead but of course the midget has to break his balls no matter what.

Gosh, if I were The Lord I would terminate his life.

Why, WHY, WHYYYYYYYY he has to stand somebody so annoying and clueless?????

Lord Kageyama, next time kick over his ugly face better. He’s so FUGLY you could even help him in readjusting his mug.

Hinata REALLY makes me sick with his every fiber. I despise him 200%.

Anyway... Next, Furudate HAS to start to give Boku No Hero Karasuno his cookies. And what better way that destroying all decency and make Atsumu word his praise (?) in a way the simpletons will easily mistake?

I may recall to the brainless fans of The Orange Curse that what Atsumu says means SIMPLY he doesn’t consider that short one a scrub anymore (like he did at the start of the game). His way (as shown in chapter 219) to show Boku No Hero Karasuno consideration is simply telling him how he would set for him one day. 

It means IN GENERAL. It doesn’t mean at all he thinks Hinata will go who knows where, also because Atsumu himself after this debacle can’t guarantee for his own position in the top tier of National High School Volley anymore.

I know to try to put sense in the fans of the midget is a lost cause because they are not very... how to say? “ready”? But this is. Atsumu just says this way to Hinata he considers him good enough to try to spike his tosses which he wouldn’t allow scrubs to get.

Simply that.

Atsumu has clearly BAD taste, but you gotta understand the boy.

He got BURNED and SHOWED OFF by his kouhai he called “Goody Two Shoes” and sent home abruptly by him. OOOOPPPPSSS that had to hurt...

He can’t break in front of his competitor (especially being a prideful individual) even though he knows he’s no longer best young setter anymore. By losing the game, he has lost ALSO in the setter showdown.

But Ehy, Atsumu... you still a wonderful player!!!

Don’t be sad, you are a champion for sure :)

What Lord Kags wears as ???? face at Miya’s “invitation” to the midget ISN’T anything like territorial pissing or the likes... 

I think the Lord is just thinking that Atsumu simply has no idea how painful to be with Hinata is. He’s looking at him like “Really Miya san? Do You want to set for him? Good luck... gimme your brother in exchange and have fun?”

Talking about Osamu...

In the next panel Osamu is MAGNIFICENT.

His words to Atsumu’s baseless and useless “declaration” is AWESOME.

I will miss so much the twins... these panels with them are fantastic, they REALLY are amazingly believable characters.

ps: Atsumu... as former best setter, take freely Boku No Hero Karasuno.

Kags will be happy to look forward playing with his REAL peers he has already met a the Camp.

You know... the best setter has to play with the BEST SPIKER and THE BEST Libero sometime soon. And since THE Best blocker (beside Kags himself) also stays in Karasuno, has blonde hair and has JUST to finally fully blossom, you can take Hinata. He DOESN’T BELONG to what the Lord deserves anyway ;)

Enjoy the annoyance, if it pleases you and be ASSURED the Lord won’t ever regret losing him, neither would any of the people reading Haikyuu for the actual PLEASURE of volleyball, which Hinata is completely foreign about.

What was very cute beside some more comedy courtesy of Jester Atsumu (he is SO childlike and cute... really I will miss him painfully... he is so extra you can’t dislike him... he acts in everything as a teenager, and he makes me laugh a lot...), and his twin calling him MORON which once more takes the cake (OSAMU!!!! YOU are adorable too!!!) and which you can see here:

What was cute... is the way Kita demonstrates once more he was a real good captain.

I like the fact his convictions weren’t broken by a single game. I like how his vision about what volley is (even if I don’t fully agree with them) STAYS the same no matter the defeat.

Kita is another great character whom I will dearly miss.

I just find bad how Furudate HAS to put in Kita’s mouth what I was SURE would have come, namely the “comparison” between the twins and the Karasuno’s pair.

I knew predictably Furudate would have done this, I just hoped he would have gotten the decency of not using beautiful baby Kita for it.

But it’s Furudate we’re talking about.

Of course he would do the worst, when willing to glorify the senseless protagonist he has chosen to have:

Still, to have the twins doing those guilty faces and wondering at the same time what “in the zone” means, is so funny I got to include it all in the roll, no matter if it irks me to read about a comparison WHICH DOESN’T EXIST.

The twins have a TWIN BOND.

Unbreakable, genetical, deep, beyond borders.

My poor Unfortunate Lord has to carry the burden of having to cooperate with a midget who doesn’t deserve ANYTHING he does, did or will do with him, and he has to stand this pain ONLY for the sake of the team.

There is NO bond, no bond at all between Lord Kags and the Orange Scrub.

They cordially HATE each other and I really hope sometime in the next game Hinata will realize he will be better off with people different than the Lord.

Kenma... whoever... TAKE HINATA AND FREE MY LORD.

Okay... to gain back my good mood, have all this blessing image of sweet angel Kita looking like Lord Kags fair colored and smiling twin *.*

Awwwww he is SO cute, so loveable... So strong and strict, but also so sweet.

Aran’s reaction is ME looking at this panel *.*

And in front of this FINALLY even Atsumu says something worthy in this chapter, FINALLY, something we can ALL agree with and something which makes me hope also Osamu will try harder from now on on court and with volley, so he can match his brother targets (Osamu’s stats are actually BETTER than Atsumu’s ones - Furudate has decided it, look at them in the official site in japanese -, so he is meant to be the better player between the two ;)):

Inarizaki... you have been the best team I have seen in this manga.

If Itachiyama is supposed to be WAY better than even you... I can’t wait to see what Itachiyama is (I know that before it we will have Nekoma, where I only am interested in Lev as a surprise, and pretty surely Hoshiumi’s Kamomedai... but I long from now on ONLY to see Sakusa and Komori loom over my perfect Lord Kags).

Last stuffs... THESE:

As I wrote before, THANK YOU TSUKKI once again for pleasing me and my hate of the Orange Curse.

I LOVE how it is clear what you say means Hinata hasn’t truly done much this game (because he hasn’t: only the retarded fans of such a shame of a player can get all awwww about the fact he received TWICE in his volleyball career in this game, and attempted a final block - helped massively in making it successful by the Lord - you know...being a MIDDLE FRICKING BLOCKER!!!!) and this makes me happy.

Sadly the fact Furudate is the most predictable writer in the Universe when it comes to boku No hero Karasuno, this only means that the full of Nekoma game will be an ode to Hinata’s “moment” which will finally come, in time to let him face Hoshiumi in the following one.

Well, for me it will be easy...

The more the incoming chapters will see the absurdities about Hinata, the less I will care about Haikyuu, until Sakusa and Komori come to let my Lord Kags face his peers, finally.

See ya world... in a FROZEN MILAN, we are about to go out dancing tonight, so I queued this post which shall show off tomorrow morning at some time ;)

Happy weekend?

happy weekend ;)

#haikyuu!! #furudate haruichi #chapter 291 #the lord #kageyama tobio #miya atsumu #miya osamu #tsukishima kei #the annoying orange #hinata shouyou #kita shinsuke #ojiro aran #inarizaki #karasuno #mine

[onebizarrekai]

Here we go…

I got around to analyzing the Cross x Dream comic, and, well, let’s just say I found some stuff I kinda wanted to bring attention to… whoops… sorry in advance? (I’m not trying to hurt anyone, I’m just being overly observant as usual.)

And no, this actually isn’t another rant about how Nightmare is unloved, thank goodness. This is supposed to be half comedy, so only take it half seriously. My strong reactions to things are for comedic effect, I mean. In fact, most of it is simply my reactions to the comic while I was reading it.

I don’t own any of the images used.

Update: Since the Cross x Dream comic was abruptly discontinued, this post doesn’t have much importance anymore, but I’m still going to leave this here for… historical purposes? Yeah, let’s just go with that.

So, what am I REALLY doing today?

I was reading the comic and noticed a few inconsistencies. Or… a lot of inconsistencies? Also some moments where established logic isn’t implemented or considered. This comic actually has a lot of information in it, but… some of it doesn’t make sense, and some things are changed (making it hard to know what’s actually canon or possible) so I’m here to reveal what exactly that is.

So…

Once upon a time, there was a skeleton named Cross.

What a BEAUTIFUL face.

-anyway-

He was a ‘cross’ between Sans and Chara from Xtale. Canonically, they are two separate beings in one body; to be precise, Sans absorbed Chara to keep them from being up to no good and causing trouble in the neighborhood, and this ‘fusion’ became Cross. After a while of acting like two separate entities in Sans’s body, Sans (or just Cross) decreased Chara’s control, reducing them to the state of a phantom that follows him around and is annoying. Except, Cross kind of went insane, so he started doing a bunch of stupid stuff that Chara wanted him to.

After a series of unknown events that tie into this comic known as the Cross x Dream comic, Cross ended up sealing Chara away entirely, leaving only their determination for him to use.

There we go, I found the pictures. (senpai was so proud!)

So um. Let’s jump right in. That thing about killing someone? Yeah, uh, news flash--

OOPS! That’s different… (oh well, I can understand why killing people would also work, it’s just not consistent with Underverse)

Anyway, let me get back to my other point.

Yes, determination is powerful. But, take into account that he only has half determination. In the game, determination, when not controlling time, can keep you alive in dire circumstances. But just because your HP is going back up to full or even fractioning into tiny amounts, that doesn’t mean that you aren’t DYING.

You might make a point about how your HP won’t drop any further down after that, but remember that it only applies to magic that isn’t being used by Sans (or anyone with the karma effect). Most of the attacks that I’ll mention in this are melee attacks that don’t just take off HP, but also hurt you physically and can indeed cause death if left unattended.

And you know what determination doesn’t do? The one thing that it’s never done in the game? It has never restored your health. You can die again and again, and your health can split into fractions, but it can’t restore your health. The thing that restores your health when you’re facing Asriel in the game is when you use the ‘dream’ option, and it gives you an item that restores your health. Hoping increases your defense. Determination alone can’t do anything for you in that matter. And if you’re not doing a pacifist route, you don’t have access to these health-restoring functions.

Anyway, why am I talking about this? Well, it ties into everything else.

Our good old friend Cross only has one HP. Actually, in Underverse, he only has HALF AN HP. But let’s say, just for the sake of something unexplained, he has another half of a soul now. (also I just realized that health bar makes no sense it says he only has half an HP total and the bar is still only half filled like wtf)

Man! Isn’t that a pitiful health bar. But thanks to his determination, he can last a little longer than normal.

Apparently… a lot longer?

Oof. That’s gotta hurt.

But somehow, he survived.

Eh.

You’re a little late in saying that, Dream.

But wait! Cross is somehow still alive. He got stabbed through his fricking eye and somehow recovers completely later?? Dat determination. (also his eye is blue? I thought that was a misconception and that colors aside from gold and blood colors don’t exist in his universe?)

ALSO CROSS MADE A PORTAL. He’s not supposed to be able to do that?? The whole point of Cross and Nightmare’s deal TO BEGIN WITH was that Nightmare would teleport him through AUs because he couldn’t! (Edit: Never mind, he can teleport to places he’s already been.)

Uh, Nightmare? I hope you remember that killing Dream’s gonna kill you. Geez, you gotta stop making stupid spontaneous decisions.

Whoa. I just realized how intense this escape is. But you know, it would still be more practical if Nightmare decided to attack from the side the barrier was on rather than behind them.

Anyway, I’m getting kinda distracted.

Back on track.

Dream heals Cross in Haventale, but it’s still pretty insane that he survived that.

LEARN TO BE PATIENT DREAM HE GOT IMPALED MULTIPLE TIMES JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT INJURED DOESN’T MEAN--

wait

DREAM DIDN’T PATCH UP HIS FRICKING EYE ARE YOU KIDDING ME HE CRAPPILY BANDAGED HIM EVERYWHERE ELSE AND DIDN’T FIX HIS EYE

No. (slaps self) Stay focused.

FRICK YOU HAVENTALE SANS HE’S INJURED

Oh. Frick. Okay. So yeah. WHAT THE HECKING HECK

Like I said, determination has never been able to heal?? (GASPS)

okay fine people can do whatever they want I mean who hasn’t made up some headcanon about what determination can do

Okay, so, his body healing itself was obviously caused by food, but if that’s the case, that means that people’s health bars DO indicate their body’s health and abilities and isn’t just an imaginary number (which is important later). That still doesn’t give his SINGLE HP any more strength to withstand insane attacks like--

Whoops. Here we go again. (am I the only one who laughed at this scene? Cross so had it coming)

Surprise! He survived. How’s that one HP treating you?

how is he supposed to look at himself HUH KILLER you got a fricking mirror or something well you know what I won’t be surprised if you do because you’re such a pretty boy that you probably carry one everywhere you go

But you know who else has one HP?

This guy! And after ONE stab from Nightmare, he’s dead.

Yeah, maybe this goes to show just how powerful determination is. But… you know. Cross only has HALF DETERMINATION and he’s surviving things MULTIPLE times stronger and more intensive. But fine. We’ve established that determination does crazy things… but that’s actually not the main point. You’ll see what I mean.

Oh dear! Look at this, Dream got inexplicably wrecked. Come on, couldn’t we have seen Killer beat the crap out of him so I can at least say what exactly happened?

Fine. I can speculate.

There’s no blood, so Killer didn’t use a knife yet. There still aren’t any real injuries though. Looks like he just got kicked around in the dirt a little. (I mean, he obviously still has the strength to make dramatic sad eyebrows.)

But you know? Must’ve been a lot of kicking around in the dirt. Cross can survive getting repeatedly stabbed with only one HP, but Dream?

SURPRISE

THIS SUPPOSED GUARDIAN HAS NINE HUNDRED NINETY NINE HP AND BECOMES INCAPACITATED AFTER GETTING KICKED AROUND A LITTLE.

THAT’S NINE HUNDRED NINETY EIGHT MORE HP THAN CROSS HAS. YET--

Cross can still pull of things like THIS after getting come on and slammed and welcome to the fricking jammed.

Like. Holy shenanigans. He fricking cut off Killer’s arm. Do you realize how much strength it takes to cleanly cut off someone’s fricking limb?

Look at Dream, crying like that--this is just sad. Not to be Nightmare (which I’ve kind of been throughout this entire thing) but I can’t even begin with how pathetic and awful it is to rely on someone so much weaker than you for support. Cross is injured and bleeding; he’s dying. DYING. Dream clearly isn’t hurt as badly and and there he is, crying and clinging to his knight in fluffy armor.

Then again, he just got stabbed in the foot with a knife, which is definitely painful, and Cross probably got used to shutting out pain (not to mention is probably high on adrenaline), but still. These HP numbers are starting to get me questioning this, because earlier it was established that HP really does indicate someone’s physical ability.

And remember that thing about how hopes and dreams are what boost your defense and HP? Yeah. Dream has that on TOP of having 999 HP.

Oh, and there’s one more thing that I realized.

I remember when I was ranting about how Cross started dissing Nightmare and mentioning that Dream didn’t make a mistake he didn’t have any reason to, someone told me that he was trying to get on Nightmare’s nerves on purpose. Trying to make Nightmare hate him so Dream wouldn’t get hurt. I was like, Dream would never allow that. He still loves his brother. Cross clearly doesn’t care about that, which indicates a lack of respect for Dream, especially because we thought Dream was unconscious. But that brought us back to the fact that Nightmare just ruined a ‘perfect’ AU, and Cross was caught up in the moment, which is totally understandable, but…

But, surprise surprise, Dream wasn’t unconscious. And he wasn’t even badly injured yet! He was basically beat up like a kid in a schoolyard. Yeah, that’s unpleasant, but you’re still alive, and I’m sure that if you had the will, you could at least communicate. Dream didn’t even do anything while he still had the chance. While he still had the power to walk. You’d think with all that HP, he’d have a stronger resolve to like, you know, do something.

Ah, gosh. I’m sorry. That kinda turned into another rant. It wasn’t supposed to.

Sorry if I didn’t end up making any points with this. It was pretty fun to make though, and you can feel free to laugh at my inbetween comedic reactions to things.

If you’ll excuse me… I gotta go work on WW Dreamtale.

#spoilers #but it's just a theory! a GAME theory! #or not #thanks for reading #cross x dream comic #random stuff #cross sans #dream sans #nightmare sans #killer sans #he was there

[bookhoardingdragon]

That’s the Fey’s Problem - Ch 6

Rulo

Corn tipped her head to the side and scrunched her face at Boaz. “How many Corns do you know?”

Boaz lifted one eyebrow.

“I mean people named Corn. Not like actual corn. Cause that would be weird. Unless it was talking corn. Then it would be weird and cool and I would want you to introduce me.” It occurred to her that she was rambling. She waved her hand in a frantic air clearing gesture. “But that’s not the point! Answer the question!”

Boaz shook his head and propped his hands on his hips. Shoulders? Shoulder-hips? She should probably ask him about this stuff at some point.

“I heard that Rin and Hecate had a new roommate that needed looking after, but when I heard her name was Corn I assumed that something got lost in translation.” He made a sheepish face and shrugged.

Corn laughed. “Yeah I can see why you would think that.”

“Did you just dis your own name?” Felda sounded both incredulous and impressed.

Corn shrugged. “I like beating other people to the punch.”

Behind her Sil barked a laugh.

Rin pushes herself in between Felda and Corn. “Well this has been real and all, but we need to get our tiny disaster person home before the Fey that’s been eying us makes a move.”

“The what now?” Corn glanced around but wasn’t sure what Rin was talking about.

“Yeah of course.” Boaz shuffled his feet, and rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess I’ll see you around Corn?”

“Yeah of course!” She smiled eagerly up at him and he relaxed, grinning back.

“Alright let’s go!” Rin looped her arm through Corn’s and dragged her away. “You did great tonight Boaz!”

Corn woke up excited for the day. It was Friday and she had a new friend! She grabbed her phone off the side table, eager to text him and then remembered that she didn’t have his number. Well it was probably too early to text him anyway. She didn’t want him to think she was crazy.

It was probably too late for that.

Corn bolted upright in her bed startling Sil who was fixing her hair.

“Fricking pin feathers Corn!”

“Sorry Sil. I’m just excited.”

“You’re always excited.”

“True.”

“So what are you excited about today?”

“I’m going to skip class!”

“That’s a terrible idea.”

“That’s why I’m excited!”

Sil laughed at her. “Of course it is. So what are you going to do instead of go to class?”

Corn squirmed into a better position, crossing her legs and pulling her blankets into her lap to create a little nest. “First I’m going to the dining hall to eat a magnificent breakfast. And then I’m going out to the art center to hang out until I run into Boaz.”

“Wow so you guys really hit it off yesterday huh?”

“Yeah I think so.”

Sil smiled. “That’s great! Can I join you for breakfast?”

“Absolutely!” Corn flung her blankets off and bounded out of bed. “Breakfast friends!”

In the dining hall Corn prepared a feast for herself, taking full advantage of not having a time constraint. She had toast, eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, waffles, oatmeal and fruit. It was glorious.

Sil watched her gather this feast with growing alarm. When Corn finally stopped and settled in to eat Sil just stared.

“How do you manage to eat so much food? Not even because you’re so small, I don’t know any guys that can eat as much as you either. And we—” Sil gestured to herself—“have to eat a lot to keep up with the high metabolism and the wings. But you eat more than anyone I have ever seen!”

“It’s better if you don’t think about it.” Corn shoveled more food in her mouth. “Food was made to be appreciated and I intend to do my part appreciating it. Also I’m pretty sure there is no actual explanation for it.”

Sil shook her head and went back to her own food.

“Sil can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

Corn picked up a piece of bacon and nibbled on the end. “Where are you from?”

“I’m from Kiamar. In the Sky Teeth.”

“That’s super ominous sounding.”

Sil shrugged. “I’m pretty sure the Fae named them.”

Corn nodded sagely. “They’re very edgy.”

Sil snorted. “Please say that Felda some time.”

“Done.” Corn gave Sil a thumbs up and continued to eating. “So what was Kiamar like?”

Sil leaned forward, propping an elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand. “Its very open there. Big windows, open terraces and rooftops set up to hang out on. And bridges. It’s beautiful and windy and open.” Sil sighed in a happy but longing sort of way.

“You miss it don’t you?”

Sil smiled wryly. “I do. It’s home. But I love it here too. This place is beautiful in a different kind of way. And maybe it’s not as easy to jump out a window and go for a flight but I’ve had a lot of different experiences here that I wouldn’t have had back home. And this is just school, it doesn’t last forever.”

“Yeah.” Corn slumped forward against the table suddenly feeling sad.

“Oh heyyy. That’s not a bad thing. After school you can do anything.”

“Yeah I guess.” Corn picked up a spoon and dragged it across the table.

“You’re parents expect you to go back home?”

“Yeah.” Corn heaved a sigh. “I love my family. And it’s not that I don’t want to be with them. I just don’t want to be there anymore. I want to see the world. Have adventures.”

Sil leaned back in her chair. “I get that. Family is hard.” She shrugged. “But this is your life. You can’t live it for someone else. No matter how much it hurts to disappoint them.”

Corn looked up at her friend. She felt… uncertain, maybe a little afraid, but hopeful too. “Yeah. Thanks Sil.”

“Of course. And you still have a couple years before you have to decide anything so don’t even think about it yet.”

Corn smiled. “I won’t.” She went back to eating.

Sil laughed and finished her own breakfast. “Well I am going to class today so I better go. See you later Corn.”

“See you later!” Corn waved but didn’t look up from her food.

When Corn finished she left the dining hall and headed for the Arts Center. Normally she would have gotten distracted by the beautiful campus on the way there but today she was on a mission.

Once she got to the Art Center she realized she had no idea where to look for Boaz, or when he would be here, but she figured if she hung around long enough he would turn up eventually. So she started to explore.

There was a lot of people around this morning, heading to class or collecting in groups to play music or work on projects. Corn followed the flow of people for a while, pretending she was one of them, and letting them lead her around the center. Eventually she took a seat on a stone bench on the far side of the Art Center. She was at the very edge of campus in a grassy spot behind a building. The forest drew close here and Corn wished she’d brought an instrument with her, she had a feeling the acoustics would be great with the trees for a backdrop.

But she didn’t have an instrument so she turned her attention instead to the monument that stood between her and the forest. Standing in top of a low pedestal was the statue of an Elf. She was dressed in an almost scandalous manner—her dress low cut and a slit up one side reaching almost to her hip. Corn wondered if that was why they’d hid her away back here.

The woman had a kind but mischievous smile on her face and one hand slightly extended like she was mid conversation. Corn wanted to be friends with her, she looked like she would be a lot of fun.

“That’s Queen Astra. The founder of the school.”

Corn whipped around, nearly tumbling off the bench. A boy leaned against the bench, smiling at her. He was easily the most beautiful boy she had ever seen. His features were perfect, fine to the point of being almost delicate. It was unnatural looking. Like he wasn’t actually real.

“I’m sorry—” he smiled slowly—“I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Corn felt an odd wave of dislike for this boy. “It’s fine. You only startled me.” Turning her back on him she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Good.” He slid a little closer. “So you like the statue?”

“I do, she’s—” Corn turned her head to look at him and found his face meer inches from her own. His eyes were a startling gold color and his pupils were slits instead of round holes.

“She’s incredible. Did you know she created this school to be a place that would welcome everyone no matter their species or race?”

There was something mesmerizing about him, Corn wasn’t sure what she hadn’t liked about him before. “Yes.” She nodded emphatically. “I did know that.”

“Very good.” He reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear before straightening up and hopping over the bench in one lithe motion, seating himself beside her. “But do you know why Astra cared so much about including everyone?”

Corn shook her head.

“Then I’ll tell you.”

Corn leaned in, eager to hear the answer.

“She was a Dark Elf, shunned and mistreated by her own people.”

“Oh yeah.” Corn turned away from him. “She was from Arith but she came to Olisaria because she heard that it was a better place than Arith, more welcoming. And it was, but it wasn’t everything that it could have been yet, so she became Queen and made it better!” Corn popped up to approach the statue. “I loved learning about her in school, even though we didn’t learn much. But I couldn’t get enough, so I read every book that had information about her that I could get my hands on.” Corn propped her hands on her hips and grinned up at the statue.

“Well you are a clever thing aren’t you.”

“Yes I am.” Corn spun around to grin at the boy who was now standing behind her. “And you are far too pretty. You would look better if you had a scar or a broken nose or something.”

“I would?” The boy looked taken aback by this.

“Yes. You don’t actually look real. A scar or something would fix that, make you look more dashing and less like a figment of imagination.”

“I see.” He looked amused now.

“What’s your name?” She couldn’t keep calling him ‘the boy’ in her head, that was preposterous.

“Call me Rulo.” He took her hand in his own and bowed over in a stately manner. “May I have your name?”

“Oh I’m Corn.”

“Corn.” Her said her name carefully like he was testing it, his head tilted to one side. “You seem like an adventurous girl, would you care to join me on a walk in the forest?” He gestured to the trees behind her. “There’s something I would love to show you.”

Corn looked into his smiling face and could think of no reason not to. So she shrugged. “Sure. I’ve got time to kill.”

Rulo grinned at her tugged on her hand, pulling her towards the forest. Corn was following him willingly when someone called her name.

“Corn?”

“Boaz?” Corn spun around pulling her hand free of Rulo’s.

Boaz cantered into view a concerned look on his face, but the minute he saw Corn his expression changed to one of delight and relief.

Corn was so excited to see him and encouraged by the range of emotions on his face that she raced toward him, sprang up onto the bench and threw herself into his arms.

The look of surprise on his face right before he caught her made her second guess this decision but by then it was too late so she simply latched her arms around his neck and welcomed the feel of his own arms around her torso.

At the sound of a throat clearing Boaz eased her off his neck but didn’t put her down, instead he looped one arm around her back and the other under her knees.

Rulo stood with his hands in his pockets scowling at them. “That was very touching, but Corn and I were about to take a walk.” He lifted one eyebrow in a come hither sort of look.

Corn had thought even before Rulo’s appearance that the forest was beautiful and she did want to explore it, but now that she’d found Boaz she didn’t want to leave.

Rulo sighed in annoyance. “Come along Corn.”

Corn shook her head. “Maybe some other time. I want to hang out with Boaz.”

Rulo looked surprised and then annoyed but simply shrugged before turning and vanishing into the forest.

Boaz released a long breath as soon as he was gone and lowered Corn to the ground. “That was close.”

“Close?” Corn looked up at him confused.

Boaz shook his head. “Rulo is one of the Fey Corn. He was trying to kidnap you.”

“What?!” Corn looked back at where he’d disappeared as if there might be some evidence to prove this. “Is that why he was so unreasonably pretty?”

Boaz barked a laugh and rubbed his hands over his face.

“Sorry about my greeting there. I just got excited cause I was expecting it to take me a lot longer to find you.” Corn looked away feeling embarrassed. She’d known him less than a day for stars sake. Throwing yourself into a boy’s arms was really something that should wait until you knew him a bit better.

Boaz laughed again. “I admit I was surprised by your enthusiasm but in this case I think it worked out well.” He smiled kindly and Corn felt relieved that he wasn’t going to hold it against her.

“But Corn, what are you doing here?”

“Looking for you.”

“Why? I mean, not that I didn’t want to see you again but don’t you have class?”

“I do. But I realized this morning that I forgot to get your number last night so I decided to skip class.”

Boaz smiled in an amused but perplexed kind of way. “You could have got my number after class.”

“I was worried I wouldn’t be able to find you if you weren’t in class and I didn’t want to have to wait till the weekend was over.”

Boaz grinned. “Well I’m glad you decided not to wait, but do you mind coming to my first class? I’ll skip the rest but this one is kinda important.”

“Not at all! Lead the way!”

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