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antihero-writings · 4 years

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The Fall and the Fury

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Fic Summary: Hiccup knew it was better to send the dragons away...but he may never fully recover from losing Toothless. The nights come with a fury unlike anything he knew before.

Notes:

This fic actually has a story behind it, but it’s long and kinda spoils what happens in the fic, so check my reblog for that!!

I’d absolutely love to write more for this franchise, though, so if you’ve got any prompts, send ‘em over!! I just don’t know what to write on my own XD

Also * A group of dragons is called a "thunder." (Just learned that, and I love it XD)

I’d really really appreciate if you could leave a comment!!! They really do make my week, and motivate me to keep writing!!

The Fall and the Fury

“There were dragons, when I was a boy.” Hiccup tells his children dramatically.

“There were great, grim, sky dragons that nested on the cliff-tops like gigantic, scary birds.” He stands up holding his arm up high. “Little brown, scuttly dragons”—he scuttled his fingers along their legs, making them laugh—“that hunted down the mice and rats in well-organized packs.”—He mimicked a dragon chomping down on a mouse, by tickling their stomachs—“Preposterously huge sea dragons that were twenty times as big as the big blue whale.” He held his hands far apart.

“Did you have a dragon, daddy?” Nuffink asks softly.

He grins at the question. “Yes, I did.”—And behind the words is a joy unlike anything they’ve seen in their father before before—“He was the rarest of all. He was a Night Fury.” As the words rang, the wind seemed a little louder outside. “I called him—”

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Everything is blue; deep and navy, almost black; the sky, dotted with sparks, the waves below bouncing moonlight back up to them.

The wind plays with his hair, and it seems the man in the moon is laughing. Hiccup lays on the dragon’s back, breathing out, staring up at the stars, and for a moment he is…perfectly happy.

But that’s the thing about moments, about happiness.

His breath is snatched from somewhere deep in his gut.

The fall. Abrupt, and unending. Navy and white flashing by, and the dizziness is not from the spinning, but the fact that somehow, his best friend isn’t there to catch him.

And as his dragon shrieks, looking, panicked, down at him, trying to catch up to him and, for once, failing… the two getting further and further away, until the dragon is but a black speck in the distance…it feels like Hiccup’s very heart is what’s being pulled from him. The strings between them unraveling, and they’ll surely sever.

And somehow he knows he’ll never see him again.

When he wakes up it is in a sweat that is somehow cold, and that breath that he couldn’t find seconds ago is back with a fervor. And for a brief second he… wishes it wasn’t. That he wasn’t breathing, wasn’t here, wasn’t now.

“You have the heart of a chief, and the soul of a dragon.”

That’s what his mother told him. One day. So long ago now.

There were dragons when he was a boy, but dragons…they’re not around anymore.

What is he now? The last of the dragons, left alone in this winter, unable to breathe the fire that will keep the cold at bay. It’s so very cold within this skin.

He wishes he could be there, with him.

He thought he was human. Once. Bred to kill dragons, when all this started, so long ago; on that night, when he shot down the most prized dragon of them all. That boy, all scrawny and weak, shaking as he held that knife, thought he was a killer. The thought is laughable now.

Though perhaps it is less laughable than the truth.

He thought he was human. He was wrong.

Maybe that’s what brought them together, what saved them both—(and perhaps it was what became their downfall too? Just how much he loved them, loved him—too much…)

He never thought their adventures would end. He didn’t think Neverland would come crashing down. …He was so young then.

Their lives were built around dragons. Killing them, then caring for them, befriending them, riding them. Without them their foundation cracked, their lives came crashing down. And he’s left here alone with a dragon’s soul, crying out for for his lost species. His thunder* left him here alone. The last of his kind.

And he wishes with everything inside him, that he could be human, for just one single day. Because it isn’t worth the way his soul burns.

“Sometimes I think I can hear him,” he says to his children, with a far-off look in his eye—which he casts out the window and into the night, hoping he’ll reel something in—telling them fairytales and ghost stories in tandem before bed. He hopes they don’t hear the pain lurking behind those words, the desperate longing fused to his irises.

He wants to introduce them to the dragons more than anything. He wanted them to grow up befriending the stars, and unafraid of the fall, too. This is perhaps the greatest tragedy of all; not what he lost, but what they never had.

Sometimes he thinks he can hear that fire and lightning, building power, violet in his throat, until it explodes. Sometimes he thinks he can hear that in the middle of the night.

Once it was such a terrifying sound; the sound of their doom, of houses exploding, of men and woman running for their lives, because this one wouldn’t come for the sheep…it would just shoot its blasts, and knock their world down, and glide away with the wind. Like the wrath of the gods. The fury of the night.

That sound became so comforting it makes his chest hurt to think of now. That longing becoming daggers through him.

So each time he hears it, he shoots up in bed, calling his name, only to find that it’s nothing. Just a figment of his yearning imagination.

Of course it’s nothing.

Sometimes he thinks he can feel it too—feel that fire burning in his own throat.

Until he realizes that’s just his own voice, burning out from screaming so long. And that his breath can create no more fire than words.

And make no mistake, words can be more flammable than a spark in a dry forest.

Sometimes he thinks he can feel him underneath him. His wings around him. Wind and fire and awestruck power. Chasing the daylight.

And everything is perfectly alright.

Until he falls. And falls, and falls. He falls a long time—and surely he will catch me, he always does… before he realizes…he’s not there. So he wakes up, trying to ignore the sting in his eyes, the tracks that have surely stained his cheeks after so many of these nights.

That’s how all his dreams end now: falling.

He never feared that before. With the dragon by your side, there isn’t much to fear. Falling was once exhilarating—at least it is when you know you have someone to catch you. Now he knows what it is to really fall.

And he wishes the dragon was still right there in front of him, to comfort him, nudge him out of his sadness. Make him laugh, no matter how sad he is. Wishes he would wake up to see him laying on that rock he would light up with his breath so it would be warm. Wish upon the stars that can’t surround him anymore. To say it was all a nightmare and they never left.

Is this what growing up is? Is childhood but a dream, to be so harshly severed by the sunrise?

Then he looks down at his leg, like he did the first day they made a difference. The part of himself that’s gone. And it reminds him of too much. Of how they broke each other—(after all, they were supposed to be enemies)—and fixed each other all the same—(but they knew they didn’t have to be).

But he can’t fashion the missing piece of himself out of metal and good intentions this time.

(Now he’d sacrifice the rest of his limbs, if only he could get back his wings.)

Some nights it’s too much to bear, and as the memories tear him up from the inside out, he holds tight to the empty sheets, and finally whispers aloud, to the tempo of hollow heartbeats, and the name he gave him;

“Toothless….Toothless…Toothless…”

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mfackenthal · 4 years

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The MFackenthal Show with Special Guest Star @hopefulmoonobject!

banner by @whenyourheartskipsabeat

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Megs: Hello Hello Hello! And welcome to the first episode of The MFackenthal Show - Covid19 edition. Today we are going to air footage from an interview that was originally recorded back in late 2019. So while you will see Megs and her wonderful special guest interacting and sitting within six feet of each other at the beginning of the footage, after the pre-recorded tape, we’ll check in with our special guest via zoom.

The screen gets all blurry for a second before we see …

Megs: Hello Hello Hello! Please help me welcome to the stage our guest star for today, @hopefulmoonobject.

Nesha: Gently smiles and gives a small wave as she walks on stage.

She and Megs hug before they both sit down.

Megs: Nesha, I am so glad you are here! I have loved your work for so long now. It feels like forever ago that I was binging A Royal Mate/Finding the One.

Nesha: I think you read it all in less than a week. It was impressive.

Megs: Quickly stands and gives a little bow. I am a fanfic addict. I have a problem but I do not want a cure. Especially now that you’re wowing the world with Atelophobia; teaching us psychological terms and giving us great content. I know that we are all happy to see Liam and Z get married.

Nesha: Don’t worry, there is still fun in store!

Megs: Oh, I’m not worried. BUT I have definitely jumped ahead. Sorry, I just couldn’t wait to shower you with complements. But, let’s back up. Tell us all how you came to tumblr and how you created your tumblr handle.

Nesha: Well, let’s see, I joined the fandom some time at the end of Oct 2017. I was strictly a reader at the time. My tumblr handle was tumblr generated - but it was perfect because I used to collect anything that was sun, moon, or stars related. I didn’t really know how this tumblr thing worked and I didn’t comment on everything I read, but I did like them. It was actually a little intimidating to start talking to people.

Megs: A lot of people feel intimidated talking to people. That’s why this show exists. People will see you and know that they can talk to you! Thanks for coming on the show, by the way!

Nesha: Of course, Megs! I’m honored to be here.

Megs: What brought you to the fandom?

Nesha: I stumbled onto choices and played for about 3 months before I found tumblr. I started reading then interacting with others that were just as obsessed with this game as I was. There is some amazing talent in this fandom.

I even just started binging Supernatural because of some of the fics that have been popping up. I haven’t finished it yet though.

Megs: I love Supernatural! I know there are others out there who love it too! There are a lot of seasons though! Laughs Anyways, what do you love about the fandom?

Nesha: I love that people all over the globe can come together over a game. I have met some wonderful people because of this fandom and Choices. It was some of these people that gave me the courage to write my first fic. I used to write mostly poetry when I was younger, but I hadn’t written in years and then after a Camp NaNoWriMo, I became a writer.

Megs: That is amazing! Tell us about what you have written!

Nesha: Oh gosh … well, I must say that I am very proud of Finding the One AU. It was my first series, and very dear to my heart.

I also loved the series that I was co-writing with Alex, but just with everything and living on two different continents, it is hard to find the time at this juncture. There is still a chapter I wrote with a very talented writer named Meg, that I still need to finish and post.

Megs: You flatter me! But I did have a great time writing with you! And as anyone who has talked to me knows, I will do almost anything to get myself into a fic. So, Camp NaNoWriMo graduate, what advice do you have for other writers? Especially other fanfic writers?

Nesha: Write what you feel, but I would ask that you are mindful of stereotypes. Also, don’t let anyone chase you away. I know what it feels like not getting a lot of comments, that did stress me out, then I had to remember why I was writing in the first place. Yes, it is nice to have people like and comment on your work (I am bad at it, sorry) I can only keep up with a handful of series then I go back and find the others to read them too.

Megs: Oh gosh, it’s impossible to read everything! It’s almost impossible to read everything by just one amazing author, let alone the entire fandom! I used to think crazy things like, “could people just take a day off from writing so I could catch up!!! Please?!” laughs But more seriously, What’s your writing process?

Nesha: Just sit in front of a keyboard and let it flow. I have plots that I have thought of in the beginning, but by the second or third chapters the characters kinda take over. It is like that for my latest story Atelophobia. Some of the chapters had taken on a very different route than I had originally planned. But I am loving it.

Megs: That’s such great advice. I think it’s Stephen King in his book about writing called “On Writing” who says that one should write every day. He mentions having some days where he just throws everything that he writes away. Okay, now tell me, it’s obvious that you love Liam. What about Liam seems to inspire you so much?

Nesha: I mean who doesn’t like a man who is educated, intelligent, doesn’t take you for granted, your happiness is important to them, as well as your thoughts? They want more than just a pretty face. and treats you like a Goddess in and out of the bedroom.

Megs: Nope, can’t argue with that logic!

Now, Nesha … I have a little bit of a surprise for you. Megs reaches behind the couch and pulls out a stuffed animal in the shape of a skunk. She passes it over to Nesha.

Nesha: Hugs the skunk and starts laughing. Megs, I love it. How did you know!? Oh my gosh, I know it’s weird, but I like the smell a skunk makes! No, I don’t want a direct blast, but I don’t mind it. I blame the fact that I moved into a dorm with no air conditioning and lived on the first floor. Some thought it was funny to shoot a skunk with a slingshot, and wildlife had to come out and put it out of its misery, right under my window. Lived with that smell for weeks. I will cherish “Tulip” the skunk forever.

The screen blurs out and we see Megs all by herself again.

Megs: It’s such a good thing we had this older footage, otherwise, I don’t know how we would be able to air this show during social distancing! I thought my producers were crazy when they wanted to film ahead like that. I really have to hand it to them. Now, let’s check in with Nesha!

Megs calls Nesha on her phone and soon we hear Nesha say hi, but it’s Tulip sitting in a chair that we can see on the TV screen that is paired to the phone.

Megs: busts out laughing Well, hello Tulip! How are you? I haven’t seen you in so long. Is Nesha treating you well?

Nesha: using a cute child voice Oh yes, Megs, Nesha is treating me very well. I get all the food I want and I get to help her write more stories of Liam. I am a very lucky skunk.

Megs: That’s great, Tulip! I’m so glad to hear that. Any chance Nesha is around?

Nesha: pops into the screen, moving Tulip to be sitting in her lap as she takes Tulip’s chair Hey Megs! It’s great to see you! How are you liking your own show? How are you holding up with all the craziness going around about COVID-19?

Megs: I am loving the show! Each episode is unique. Some are crazy ridiculous (cough @cordoniansgonewild) others are more innocent and sweet. Sometimes I lack the motivation to write them, but when I take your advice and just let it flow, it always does. COVID-19 has actually been quite a joy for me personally. I’m working from home and loving it! I do feel awful for those who have lost their jobs or are truly terrified to leave their houses. If any of you are feeling down or depressed, please know that I’m always available to talk.

And that’s today’s show! Thank you all for tuning in! I can’t wait to see you all again soon! Byee all!!!

Nesha: waves to everyone Stay safe everyone.

Oh, and in case you missed some of the references to @hopefulmoonobjects work, check it out here.

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And now for the tags. I’m only tagging people who have specifically mentioned an interest in The MFackenthal Show. If you want to be added to the tag list for these or removed, please let me know!

@hopefulmoonobject @queen-among-writers, @hopelessromantic1352, @lilyofchoices, @msjpuddleduck, @theroyalweisme, @loveellamae

#The Mfackenthal Show #Special guest hopefulmoonobject #Tulip the Skunk #Episode 13 #Damn that description of Liam!

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ryvrr · 6 years

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where only you remain, chapter one

[AO3 LINK] Fandom: Haikyuu!! Chapters: 1/? Pairing: Iwaoi (Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru) Words: 4,587 Summary: One moment, the world is whole. It's chaotic and war torn, but it's still there, it still exists. The next, you wake up two hundred years in the future and everything has been ripped out of your cold, cryogenically frozen fingers. Notes: i’m so excited for you all to see who oikawa is, but you won’t meet him until next chapter. this is mostly backstory and buildup for when things get real. there will be side pairings! the only ones i know for sure at the moment are daisuga and ushiten. others might be added later. i’ll be sure to let you know beforehand.

anyway, i hope someone out there enjoys this dumpster fire! i have a lot of feelings about sole survivor!iwaizumi. someone come cry with me about it. someone. please. anyone. ; n ;

Iwaizumi Hajime had not wanted to answer the door.

This was the fifth time the salesman had appeared on his doorstep. He would have ignored the persistent knocking if his wife hadn’t been the one to yell his name down the hallway. “Will you answer the door?” she asked. He had been trying to finish up in the bathroom after she had traipsed out of it to check on their son. “I have my hands full with Shoichi.”

“I’ve got it,” he called back to her. He did not want to answer the door. He knew it was the salesman, because this man had not given up for the past week and a half. Iwaizumi was not interested in buying space in some stupid, useless Vault.

They had plans tonight, and that did not include avoiding the Vault-Tec rep who waited outside. “Good morning,” the man greeted brightly upon Iwaizumi opening the door. He had a fake, cheerful grin on his face as well. “Vault-Tec calling!”

“Good morning,” Iwaizumi greeted.

“I’ve been trying to get in contact with you for days now, sir,” the representative said. “It’s of the utmost importance! If you have a moment, we can go over some of the things I need to speak with you about.”

Iwaizumi suppressed a sigh. “What sorts of things?”

“Things, as you know, are quickly deteriorating out in the world! Why, the big boom seems to be an inevitability at this point. It gets closer and closer with every day.” The man sighed regretfully and shook his head. “I know you’re a very busy man, but I’m here to tell you today that, because of your family’s service to our great country, you have been pre-selected for the local vault!”

The man paused here as if to weigh his reaction. Iwaizumi could hear Mitsuko behind him now. She had probably finished up with Shoichi and came to see what the salesman had to say. Iwaizumi crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. “Pre-selected?”

“I just have to verify some of your information, sir,” he replied quickly. “Just to make sure you’re cleared for entrance.”

“Mmm,” he replied.

The man did not seem to need much else other than quick answers at this point. He had questions to ask and barely paused with each one he shot his way. There were a few questions about Iwaizumi’s health and character, and then he moved on to other things without so much as taking a break for a breath.

“Congratulations on your family’s secure future, sir,” the man told him as he began to back away once all of his questions were answered. “I will take your information directly to the Vault myself, so they will be ready for you!”

Iwaizumi bowed before he shut the door. Mitsuko chuckled. “At least we know our future is secure,” she said as he turned around to face her. She had a gentle, sweet smile on her lips.

Iwaizumi shrugged. “I suppose,” he said. He breathed in deep and loosened his shoulders. All those questions had been an annoyance, but it was over now. At least the man wouldn’t come back to hound them anymore.

“Sir?” their robot said from the hallway. “It seems Shoichi is of need of your loving care!”

“Right,” he said and waved Mitsuko off. “I have it.” He headed for his son’s room without another glance and smiled a little as he entered. Shoichi fussed in his crib, but otherwise he had not dissolved into a full blown tantrum yet. “Hey, little guy,” Iwaizumi said softly as he reached in and stroked the downy hair on his head. “It’s alright.”

Shoichi quieted down and hiccuped, his eyes large in his face as he stared up at Iwaizumi, and he smiled. Shoichi had the same dark green eyes as his own, but his hair was a dark brown like Mitsuko’s. Their parents had been charmed when he had been born. A perfect blend of the two parents, they had said. Perhaps he will be as steadfast and loyal as Iwaizumi, and as bright and cheerful as Mitsuko. The perfect heir to carry on the Iwaizumi name.

For a moment, Iwaizumi’s thoughts darkened. It was important, in this sort of bleak future, to carry on with life even in the darkest of times. A new baby to carry on with the next generation had been just the thing needed, but--

It was not that Iwaizumi did not love Mitsuko, or that she did not care deeply for him. Perhaps, though, they had rushed into things. They had only dated for a half a year before Iwaizumi had felt the need to propose marriage. The wedding had taken place very soon after that, and then there was Shoichi to prepare for. He was content, that was true, but he couldn’t help thinking something was… missing.

For the life of him, he couldn’t put his finger on what that something was.

There came a yell from the front of the house, their robot calling for them. “You might want to take a look at this,” it said loudly.

Iwaizumi’s brows furrowed. It was very rare for it to react with any sort of pressing emotion. This seemed… worrisome. He glanced at Mitsuko. The look on her face said the same.

The TV, which they had turned on earlier, had a gloomy newscaster on screen. “I repeat, confirmed reports of nuclear detonation,” he said.

His heart dropped, leaving a yawning ache in its place, stomach clenching painfully. It had happened, the thing they had all feared, the nightmares people had somehow not believed in, and yet. It had happened.

“Hajime,” Mitsuko said fearfully. She had Shoichi in her arms, as if she had not been able to stand being apart in the face of their robot’s calling for them. It had been the right thing to do.

“The Vault,” he said firmly. This, keeping a level head in the face of danger, was something he was good for. He was more than well-learned in war since he had come back from the front lines all those months ago. “We need to get to the Vault. Mitsuko, come on.”

She nodded. Her lips were pressed together, enough that the blood had drained out of them and left them white, but her eyes were fierce. She clutched their son more tightly in her arms. “Let’s go,” she agreed, and they hurried for the door. There was no time, not have even a second to spare. They would have to leave everything else behind.

It was good, then, that fate had him meet with that salesperson today. They would need that Vault space after all.

“Hurry,” he said as they rushed outside. Reached a hand out, he clasped her elbow, kept her steady as they ran toward where the nearest Vault was located. She stumbled a bit, but he remained firm in his grip and she did not fall. There were others around them, yelling and panicked, but Iwaizumi spared no thoughts for them. He couldn’t, not when he had his own family to worry about. “This way, Mitsuko, almost there.”

“Yes,” she panted. Shoichi was quiet in her arms. His eyes were solemn when Iwaizumi chanced a glance at his face, like he understood the impact the news had had, that the world was quickly deteriorating around him.

Had it been a smart decision, to bring a child into this world? Had they done the right thing?

Soon they were at the gates that seperated the Vault from the rest of the community. There were armed guards arguing with the salesman from before, but Iwaizumi ignored it. “Name?” one guard asked.

“We’re on the list,” he replied. “Iwaizumi Hajime and family.”

He stepped back and allowed Iwaizumi inside, Mitsuko and Shoichi hurrying after. They jogged the rest of the way to the entrance, where others were waiting, neighbors Iwaizumi had spoken to once or twice before. He clutched Mitsuko’s hand as they stood next to each other, and she looked at him with wide, fearful eyes. “I love you,” she said.

Before he could respond, the blast hit and there were shouts, screams, the horrifying heat rushing forward just as their platform began its descent with a sudden lurch.

“Thank God,” Mitsuko murmured as she pressed a shaky kiss to Shoichi’s forehead.

The staff gave instructions as they walked with the others, Iwaizumi unwilling to let go of Mitsuko’s free hand at first. There was a uniform to accept, and the doctor spoke cheerfully to them as they made their way through. He went on and on about the greatness of the Vault, what they had to look forward to, and many other things. Honestly, Iwaizumi tuned him out mostly. It was too much to take in.

“Step inside here,” the doctor said as they reached the pod room, “and it will decontaminate you before we take you further into the Vault. Please change into your suit once you are in the pod.”

Iwaizumi followed orders. It was something he was good at. It helped to steady him as he quickly changed and then pulled himself in. He leaned back and watched as the door closed. Mitsuko clambered into the pod across from him, and Iwaizumi closed his eyes, breathing deep to calm his nerves as the countdown began.

It was… fuzzy, after that.

There was a lot of time where Iwaizumi lost himself and the things going on around him. A white, peaceful feeling surrounded him. It was cold, but not biting enough to break him from his sleepy, sluggish thoughts. It felt like only minutes passed, or days, or months. He could not be sure. Things… bled together.

“Manual override initiated,” a mechanical voice announced, bringing his slow, distant thoughts back to him a little. His eyes cracked open and he peered blearily out of the pod’s window. It was so cold, there was even ice frosted over the glass. He blinked and squinted, fought to make out Mitsuko and Shoichi in the pod across from him. He could just barely see them, his eyes slowly adjusting to sight once more.

“This is the one,” said a suited woman. She pointed at Mitsuko’s pod.

“Open it,” said her companion. His voice was stern and cold. Iwaizumi did not like that voice, and his brain did not like where he thought this might be going. He had a bad feeling about this. In the war, he had always trusted that gut feeling. It never led him astray before. He was sure it wouldn’t this day either.

“Is it over?” Mitsuko asked feebly as the pod opened. “Are we safe?”

“Almost,” the man replied. “Things will be fine now.”

“Come here,” the suited woman soothed as she reached out for Shoichi. “Right here, here we go, I can hold him.”

“No,” Mitsuko replied as she attempted to keep Shoichi in her arms. She struggled and strained away from the woman’s clutching hands. “No, I’ve got him, no!”

“Let the boy go,” the man said and raised a gun. Iwaizumi’s heart froze in his chest and fear sliced through his veins. The gun was pointed at Mitsuko. This man was threatening his family. “I’m only going to tell you once.”

Iwaizumi pounded his fist against the glass. Let him out! Let him out of here so he could--

“No!” Mitsuko screamed. “I’m not giving you Shoichi!”

A gunshot rang out and the sound seared through Iwaizumi. Mitsuko slumped backward, her arms falling away from their son, her head lolling to the side. Iwaizumi struggled harder, his breath freezing in his lungs, his mind a jumbled mess. Perhaps he had not loved Mitsuko as deeply as he should, perhaps they had only married because of expectations placed upon them, but she had been his wife, his companion, and she had been good to him. He had tried to be good to her. She could not be, she could not be dead--

“Dammit,” the man swore. “Get the baby out. We have to go.” The woman walked away, but the man paused and turned his head, approached Iwaizumi’s pod. He peered in at him, and Iwaizumi burned. Vengeance. This must be what it feels like, to want to rip someone apart with his teeth, to want to tear them limb from limb. He had hurt Mitsuko, he had killed her, and he stood there staring in at Iwaizumi, unconcerned. “At least the spare is still here,” he said, and then he walked away.

The ice settled over Iwaizumi again, and his thoughts slowed and evaporated. Time carried on.

It seemed like no time at all before it came back to him again. The mechanical voice announced a critical failure, and his pod opened, swung away from him and released him from his prison. “All Vault residents must vacate immediately,” it told him.

“Mitsuko!” he wheezed as he stumbled toward her. He fumbled with the controls, his fingers awkward and unsteady, as he got it to slowly open. “Come on,” he said and ducked in, leaned close, felt for a pulse in her neck. He knew. He already knew, but still… “I’ll find them,” he promised her. “I’ll get Shoichi, Mitsuko, I swear.” It’s what she would have wanted. Shoichi was their shared light.

He stepped back. There was much to be done. Casting a glance about the room, the Vault looked… decrepit, as though many years had passed. There was ice over each occupant of the other pods, and that told Iwaizumi a story even without words. Something had happened here. They had been left in this Vault without any oversight.

He headed the only way he could, and fought his way out. There were… roaches. Giant ones. He had nothing to use as a weapon except his fists, and they would have to do until he was able to find something to use, something like-- Iwaizumi spotted it quickly. He picked up a baton and shrugged it off. He’d make it work.

There was a terminal he fumbled through, but it didn’t have anything of real interest. Some logs about what had happened here, but nothing more. He continued on.

The Vault was abandoned, that much was clear. Unfortunately he found no other living occupants. It appeared as if he had been the last one.

It wasn’t hard to fight his way through the roaches and reach the Overseer’s office. There was a skeleton along the way, and that too told a story. It was not one that Iwaizumi took with any sort of comfort. It didn’t tell a good tale. “Is this all that’s left?” he asked himself. Some bones and Iwaizumi were all to be found in this Vault?

He shuffled around and looked for items that could be useful. A gun, some bullets, some health items. He picked those up and calmly loaded the pistol. It would come in handy, more than the baton he supposed. The door that led to the platform outside was locked. The terminal solved that problem quickly, and the door unlocked without another issue.

The other logs were not of too much interest to Iwaizumi, but he read them all the same before he moved on. It was good to know as much information as possible. He had no other way to know what awaited him outside of the Vault.

More roaches creeped in the tunnel outside of the office, and Iwaizumi dispatched them quickly. They barely took any effort; they were weak and went down after one shot each.

There were yet more skeletons in the room with the platform. Iwaizumi barely spared them a glance. He picked up the tech near the controls that would activate the lift, and studied the mechanism that would turn it on. Clearly he needed to use the Pip-Boy. He plucked it from the ground tentatively, put it on his wrist, and latched it in place. There was a thick layer of grime over the screen, but he smeared it away easily enough.

It still worked, so he would take his blessings where he could. He plugged it into the mechanism and slammed his hand on the button, listening as the lift came to life. The machinery whirred around him and Iwaizumi felt a trickle of unease. His eyes turned to the platform, and then looked behind him, from where he had come.

Mitsuko’s body remained. So did those of his neighbors and the other Vault-Tec staff who had perished and decayed here. Their skeletons were all that were left behind. It had to have been a long time, for the flesh to have disappeared. Years, decades even.

That did not sit comfortably in the pit of his stomach.

There was nothing for it. He would have to continue on. Shoichi was out there, somewhere, and he had been taken from them. Iwaizumi would find him if it was the last thing he’d ever do.

He took one step, and then another, toward the bright light as the Vault opened. Goosebumps raised on his flesh and he shivered, but he pushed the feelings aside. He did not have the time right now to process all that had happened, all that he had lost. He just didn’t have the time.

With a more confident stride than he felt, he stepped aboard the platform and waited as it took him up into the outside world once again.

The next few days were a blur of activity and stress.

He met up with his robot again-- Codsworth, the weird American name Mitsuko had chosen because they had bought it from outside of Japan-- and it explained that two hundred years had passed. They searched for Shoichi, but there were no clues they could find in the neighborhood. That meant that Iwaizumi had to go further from home, out into the unknown wasteland that surrounded them now.

He found a dog on his way into the city, and it followed along as he walked further down the road, gun in hand and determined frown on his face. Iwaizumi did not have the heart to make the dog go away. “Atsuto,” he told the dog. It needed a name. It couldn’t wander around with Iwaizumi without one, he reasoned. He would only get so far with calling it dog.

The world had changed. Animals and things that had once been small or docile were now large and hostile. He fought many flies and roaches as he traversed the now dangerous lands. Atsuto was a good companion, fighting alongside Iwaizumi the whole way. He must be used to this life by now, more than Iwaizumi was at any rate. He was quick to strike and he held things down if it was big enough, kept it from breaking free long enough for Iwaizumi to take their enemies down.

He found survivors who begged for his assistance. It spoke to him from his time in the military, helping people, and so he agreed. Making allies in this strange, lonely world was for the best. He had no idea where his son might be, and the more people he had on good terms, the better. The raiders were stressful, but he took them down easily enough. What they called the Deathclaw, on the other hand? Not… not so much. But it fell eventually, and that was that. Iwaizumi would try his hardest not to fight one again, if he could help it.

The man leading the survivors was friendly and brisk. Daichi, he said his name was, and he explained they were in need of a sanctuary. Iwaizumi told them about where his own home had been, and then agreed to help them get there.

It was a slow walk. There were injured, and they couldn’t walk as fast as Iwaizumi could. They also looked malnourished. One of them gabbed his ear off the entire walk. Hinata, he said his name was, and he asked a million questions and didn’t seem to pause once to hear any of the answers.

“Shut up, stupid,” another man said tersely. His name was Kageyama, Iwaizumi remembered. He had a scowl on his face and a fierce glare in his eyes. “You talk too much. Pay attention to the surroundings.”

There was silence after that, and then they were back in the newly dubbed Sanctuary. Daichi asked for his help in setting things up and directed him towards Asahi for further instructions. Asahi was handy with tools and they worked together to get things up and running. Iwaizumi scoured the lands around them and brought back plants they could rebury, metal and materials to dig up a watering hole. Asahi assisted with the whole thing, and Iwaizumi found the work pleasant, because it kept him busy and his mind elsewhere.

Daichi asked a man called Suga to take over the gardening. The quiet, polite Suga accepted and walked past Iwaizumi without a word. He had talked to him briefly when Iwaizumi had saved them, but otherwise he seemed to prefer not to speak at all.

The others were quick to lend their hands and work around the settlement. After a day or so, things seemed to have calmed down and gotten into a rhythm. They wouldn’t need Iwaizumi again for awhile, so his search for Shoichi resumed. Daichi asked him to assist in the efforts of the Minutemen-- named after some historical group, Daichi told him-- and Iwaizumi agreed, if he had the time and was around. Daichi seemed content with that. It was enough.

Life continued on. Atsuto was at his side through it all. He scoured the lands and went further out each day, more daring, less worried about safety and survival. He would find a way, he reasoned with himself. He did not need to stay around Sanctuary. He didn’t want to put down roots until Shuichi was back with him again.

No hints or direction came to him. He finally gave in and went to help with Minutemen requests. He had nothing else he could do, and it didn’t help him to sit around idly. He found that he adapted rather well to this world, this wasteland. He knew how to scavenge and pick apart things for their useful parts. He’d had to do it in the past, after all. The military liked to teach all around soldiers who could live on their own and figure out ways to survive.

The first big mission was to take out an entire band of raiders. It was hard work. Iwaizumi thought, for a moment in the middle of it, that he might actually die before he found his son. There were a lot of firepower and men to take down, but one by one, Iwaizumi managed to do it. Atsuto was a big help. He incapacitated enemies frequently, and for long enough stretches that Iwaizumi could quickly pick them off. He found that he was grateful that the dog had wandered into his life, as if it had been meant to be.

Finally, when the last raider had fallen, Iwaizumi breathed a sigh of relief. There was talk of a Diamond City. Iwaizumi wondered if it had to do with that large baseball field that had been built a few years before Mitsuko and he had moved to the area. It had been flashy and new when they had settled down, but they hadn’t had the time to check it out back then. He wished they had. He wished they had more time to settle into their lives together, their futures, to learn more about each other. Iwaizumi felt like he hardly knew her now that she was gone.

The days were long and tiring, but the work and the missions kept him busy and satisfied. He still wondered where his son was, but he had the surety that he would find him. One way or another, Iwaizumi would locate Shoichi and bring him home. There was no home for him, but… Iwaizumi figured home was wherever they were together. It was sappy, but true.

Each day made the pain of this new life easier to handle. Iwaizumi developed coping mechanisms. He thought of Mitsuko less and more of Shoichi. Mitsuko had passed on, but Shoichi was still out there, somewhere. Iwaizumi couldn’t do anything for his deceased wife, but he could still help his son.

Daichi opened up to him the next time Iwaizumi rolled through Sanctuary. “I think you can rebuild the Minutemen,” he said. Iwaizumi started to shake his head and refuse, but Daichi hurried on. “You saved us,” he said. “You were selfless and you rushed headlong in to assist us. I feel-- no, I know you could do it, Iwaizumi.”

He didn’t want to accept. He wanted to be left to his own devices, to save his son and then get back to-- get back to what? His previous life? It was gone, nuked along with the rest of that world he had come from. This was his life now, this wasteland around him, and he didn’t have much in it right now. “Alright,” Iwaizumi agreed finally, wearily. “I’ll do it.”

It would mean more connections, more people to potentially feed him information about Shoichi. He would do anything for that sort of clue, even head an organization he didn’t have much of a care for. Daichi was pleased. The smile lit up his eyes for once and he clapped Iwaizumi on the shoulder. “You won’t regret it, Iwaizumi,” he told him gratefully. “I’ll make sure you won’t.”

The days bled together again. He didn’t have many leads coming to him, but a lot of missions for the Minutemen he now led. He lost track of how long it had been since he left the Vault. Two months, at least, possibly three. There was a lot to do in this wasteland. Chaos ran rampant, which meant that a lot of people needed saving, needed help. Iwaizumi didn’t much mind giving it. It meant that he had a purpose and that he was striving towards something.

When he least expected it, a breakthrough came from Suga, surprising enough. “You should try Diamond City,” he said softly one evening. Iwaizumi had come back to Sanctuary and spent most of the afternoon helping to weed and take care of the garden. It had expanded behind the main house and Iwaizumi had torn down some fences so they could plant even more food in the morning. “I feel like you might get a lead there.”

Iwaizumi glanced up at him. “A lead?”

“About your son,” he said gently. “I heard-- Daichi told me. I’d overheard him talk to you about it one night, and I-- I’m sorry. I was curious.” This was the most Suga had ever said before. Iwaizumi was pleasantly surprised. Perhaps it meant that Suga was warming up to him.

“It’s fine,” Iwaizumi told him and waved it off. “I’m not keeping Shoichi a secret. You’re allowed to know about it. Thank you. I’ll try to find this Diamond City.”

Suga pointed off into the distance. “It’s that way,” he said. “Sorry that’s not as helpful as it could be, but… I’ve never been. Just know vaguely where it is.”

Iwaizumi nodded. “It’s a start,” he assured him. Suga smiled at him, weakly, but it reached his eyes. They warmed into an endearing brown, and for the first time in what felt like years, Iwaizumi smiled back.

#haikyuu!!#iwaoi #oiiwa #fanfiction #ryvrr writes #my beta read this chapter and was like damn poor iwaizumi this is fucking sad and you know what?????#das true #this is really fucking sad for him #sorry iwa #it had to be done i'm so sorry #but also your pain fuels me onward with this story so thanks for that #hq where only you remain

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ITS 4:30 AM AND I DONT FEEL LIKE SLEEPING so I’m gonna do this meme that i got tagged for twiCE and totally forgot to do til now!!!! (i had 2 dig through your blogs to find them omg)

ANYWAY i was tagged by both @mooitstimdrake and @cynessie (I MISS U BOTH BTW ❤)

RULES: Share 11 facts about yourself, answer 11 questions provided by the tagger, tag 11 awesome people and leave 11 questions for them to answer!

(I’m gonna skip tagging people/asking 11 questions - 1) because I’m lazy 2) because a lot of people who I would tag either have already been tagged or woN’T DO IT and 3) I have to answer two sets of 11 questions anyway so I’ll let one of those sets take the place of my 11 questions!!)

11 Facts

I was supposed to leave to move into my college 3 days ago but since my college is in Savannah they pushed off move-in/orientation for a weEK BECAUSE OF HURRICANE IRMA AND I’M STILL UPSET/DISAPPOINTED

That being said I’m about to start as a college freshman at art school, planning on majoring in animation! :D

I binged all of Buzzfeed Unsolved in like 2 days and I fuckin LOVE IT

Also BNHA is like my current main obsession???? I fell in love w that anime and uhhhh I’d Die For My Kids

I almost never use skype anymore - I’m always on Discord now (mutuals may add me just message me if you want my tag :3c)

I loooove creating OCs and my main OC is a forest elf named Rally and he’s precious and I LOVE HIM AND COULD TALK ABOUT HIM FOR HOURS (also my best friend @/harpxer and I have a huge ongoing rp with him and her mountain elf oc, Kahl!! they’re really gay)

Hmmm fun fact I guess I’ve been involved with internet communities since I was 10 years old and I made my very first internet friend when I was 10 and we’re still great friends and talk p much every day to this day (hi @/fiishr)

I want a tattoo super bad but idk what I’d geT

I worked at a jewelry engraving stand at an amusement park this summer and one night I accidentally gave myself a 1st degree burn on my finger from the hot glue gun and it hurt So Bad

I had my graduation party this July and it was really fun but the best part was when 14 of us played this giant game of spoons and it got really intense, made worse by people randomly screaming during it, and then we collectively decided to blast hardcore rap music from the speakers and Let Me Tell You i have not been involved in a more stressful card game in my LIFE

I’ll always always always fall for the hero/happy character/protagonist basically....idk what it is about me but I’m so Predictable...I love cute optimistic brave characters who just wanna do Right.....I don’t cARE IF PEOPLE THINK THEY’RE BORING I THINK THEY’RE PERFECT AND AMAZIGN AND I LOVE THEM

AS FOR AN EXTRA 12TH FACT ABOUT ME AS U CAN SEE I WRITE WAY TOO MUCH AND ALSO I’M THE BIGGEST OVERSHARER E V E R IT’S SO BAD SOMEONE STOP ME

ANYWAY ONTO THE QUESTIONS :3c

@mooitstimdrake‘s Questions:

If you were to make a new blog dedicated to one single thing (fandom, hobby/activity, etc) what would it be? Honestly, right at the moment probably BNHA!!!! it’s legit my most recent big obsession and I love it?? so much???

If you could have any kind of animal as a pet, what would you have? A RACCOON!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THEM SOSOSOSOSOS MUCH and some people actually do have them as pets! They can be difficult though but WORTH IT

Who was your favorite teacher and why were they your favorite? OH BOY......I’m gonna say it’s a tie between my AP studio art teacher and my AP US government teacher from this past year, my senior year! My AP art teacher because our class was super tiny, 12 kids, and it really felt like a family?? She was a-okay with letting us all goof around and say weird shit, she was really chill and funny and like. part teacher, part friend, which was always nice. As for my AP gov teacher, he was SO. FUCKING. FUNNY. OH MAN. NOT EVEN ON PURPOSE he just like? put up with SO MUCH? we had some real character kids in that class and my teacher’s reactions were HILARIOUS. he had a sarcastic streak too so his responses were equally as funny when someone did something weird. He would say the funniest stuff just ask @/harpxer I would tell her so many stories from that class sohboshrb. Aside from the humor that class was really interesting, and he’s a really good, invested teacher - he wanted us to learn, he’s super passionate about government and history, and he always started off each class with 2 current events which was really nice and helped me learn more about things happening in the world too!!! overall that was like my fav non-art class I’ve ever taken!!!!

What’s your guilty pleasure (and I’m challenging you not to say some kind of food)? HMMMMM. Honestly I’m gonna go ahead and say really cheesy or lame movies/shows (like, Disney channel movies, dumb shows - like the one summer I watched all of Glee LOL, stuff like that). Like yeah I know 90% of it is terRIBLE but it’s still amusing/lighthearted stuff that makes me happy KLSDJVLSDHB

Favorite pizza topping? EXTRA CHEESE IF THAT COUNTS, if not then pepperoni!!

What’s the last thing you bought (that wasn’t food)? I’ve actually been buying a lot the past few weeks in prep for college/spending a little money for ONCE since I worked all summer. I got a bunch of boring stuff but the things I’m most excited about are: two posters I got for my dorm (The Office is one and one is Lord Huron), a giant wall tapestry (it’s Up themed!!!), tWO BNHA/POKEMON CHARMS THAT CAME TODAY AND EVERY TIME I LOOK AT THEM I START CRYING BC THEYRE SO CUTE, and oh my GOD I BOUGHT THIS GIANT PILLOW FROM TARGET AND IT IS THE SINGLE SOFTEST THING I’VE EVER FELT AND IT’S HUGE AND IT IMMEDIATELY BECAME MY #1 COMFORT OBJECT AND TOP FIVE FAV THINGS IVE EVER BOUGHT!!!!!! I guess MOST recently though I just bought Clip Studio Paint online today (art program) since it’s on sale for 50% off and I’ve heard great things about it!

What upcoming movies/tv shows are you looking forward to? UHHHHH as for movies... justice league part 1, the incredibles 2, kingsman 2, the neW POKEMON MOVIE I CHOOSE YOU, probably a lot more I can’t remember rn. AS FOR SHOWS HMMM I’m...excited for the next season of the good place and izombie, and oh I’m excited for the punisher netflix show!! and the next season of voltron of COURSE!!! and next season of stranger things!! probably more I’m forgetting too tbh

Any recommendations (this could be anything just throw your best pitch at me)? JFISDJKLBJ I DON’T KNOW OMG tbh rachel you watch a lot of the same things I do already LMAOOO

What’s your favorite thing to wear that you own? OH FUCK I DUNNO HMMM I really like wearing my various leggings and scarves, but as like a Single Item....I like wearing....uhhhh I have this giANT sweater like it’s WAY too big for me but it’s so COMFY and I love it. I also love wearing my Star Labs sweatshirt bc it’s soft and comfortable

What was your first pet? my cat!!! we took her in as a stray kitten living in our backyard when I was like. 2 or 3 and so we’ve basically had her my whole life!!

If you could learn any language, what would it be? UHHHHHH honestly probably spanish - I took it 4 straight years and was okay at it in class but one year went by with me not taking it and I forgot everything LOOOL I’m...bad....at languages....

@cynessie‘s Questions:

Where is the coolest place you’ve ever been? I haven’t been many cool places :( I guess the coolest isssss I dunno it depends? Lake George is where I go on vacation every year, I LOVE NYC, I love Savannah too and it’s where I’m gonna be for college so?? ?? ? ? I’VE NEVER BEEN OUT OF THE COUNTRY AND I’M SAD BUT I’M POOR AND CAN’T AFFORD IT

What was the first thing you remember wanting to be when you grew up? veterinarian!!

Look to your right. What do you see? a dirty plate on my desk, my bed just past that, and my CHARMS THAT CAME TODAY THAT ARE SO CUTE I CRY EVERY TIME I SEE THEM

What are you procrastinating on? ajkldjboidj lik e 4 art commissions,,,, and 7 MAP parts,,,, and my pre-work for 2 of my classes,,,,,,,and cleaning my room,,,, and sending thank-you notes to relatives,,, SOMEONE KICK MY ASS AND MAKE ME DO SHIT

Which family member are you closest too and what is their name? UHHHH.... I guess my younger brother Luke? or maybe my mom? I’m not on bad terms with anyone though, I love both my older brothers too and we all have a good sibling relationship I just talk more with my younger bro I think - second closest would be with my second older brother Connor!

What’s the last song you listened to? I’m listening to Ultralife by Oh Wonder right now :3c I’ve been on a huUUGE Oh Wonder kick lately!!

What do you generally carry in your bag/pockets when you go out? my wallet (w my license and money and debit card and all), travel size lotion, phone, and chap stick!!

What is one thing you are excited for? FINALLY GETTING TO COLLEGE NEXT WEEK AND STARTING CLASSES FJIODFHINBDFHBNSBO

Do you believe in ghosts? I’m gonna hesitantly say YES but I’m not 100% convinced I don’t think

What is a skill you want to learn? MAYBE THIS IS WEIRD but I think learning how to act would be kinda neat. On a more realistic note I wish I could learn to exercise without dying

Tell me a joke. I’M BAD AT JOKES DON’T DO THIS TO ME NESSIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SO YEAH THAT’S ALL FOLKS it’s 5am now...Nice..... :’) I love my ability to stay up obscenely late while also getting Nothing Done JLSDNVDHAGHVDLAK

#about me #my life #hell ya i havent done one of these in a while but it was FUN #sorry for not tagging anyone......im lazy.............

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