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durotoswrites · 3 months

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The Shy Newcomer Update

Cover art by the amazing @acediee

It feels so good to share another chapter with y'all again. Thank you so much for your patience. I really want to allow myself to work on more creative endeavors this year, and that includes more updates to this story.

Chapter 128: Insecurities

Summary: Mary receives a phone call from an old friend, and Claire bumps into a potential new friend?

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“Hey!” she called out.

The man stood up with a start, mumbling under his breath. He turned toward her. “Yes? Can I help you?” He had the look of one who was being distracted from something very important and pressing, and she could see his patience wearing thin.

“That’s my house you’re taking photos of!”

“Ah, so you’re the one that’s living here now, then.” He put his hands on his hips and stared at the farmhouse a little too comfortably, Claire thought. “It’s definitely a change from last year, I’ll give you that. I can see you replaced some rotting wood. But I’ll have you know the textures of the old wood were amazing to get close-ups of!”

“Why are you here?” she asked directly, unsure of how else to address the issue.

He turned toward her, half indignant. “Why, I’m taking my yearly contracted photos. Would you want to be in any of these shots? I have a few poses in mind that would be absolutely charming!” He walked around her, as if scrutinizing a work of art.

“No thank you!” Claire didn’t mean to raise her voice.

He stepped back from her, scandalized. “Farmers… The old man never wanted to be in the shot, either, if I remember what my father told me correctly.”

“Why is this the first I am hearing about photographs?”

The man turned back toward his equipment, leisurely wiping the lens of his camera. “It sounds like a potential miscommunication from Town Hall.”

“Town Hall?” she parroted, allowing her hands to fall limp at her sides.

“Well, namely, Thomas.” Judging from the smirk he wore, Claire assumed he thought he was dropping a pretty big name. “Although I suppose most people know him as Mayor Schulte.”

Literally no one calls him that.

Claire held her tongue.

“Mineral Town has a lot of historical sites and landmarks. Their Visitor’s Bureau likes to keep their documents and photographs of the sights fresh.”

“Visitor’s Bureau?”

“That would be Thomas, again, my dear.” He continued his wiping.

#the shy newcomer fanfic #the shy newcomer #tsn fanfic #tsn #harvest moon #story of seasons #durotos #hm64 #fomt #mfomt #hm for girl #back to nature #btn #hm bt #claire x cliff #cliff x claire

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zombiedumbie · 10 months

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cooking!

summary: the reader is learning how to cook, but no one likes it.

content: fluff (not exactly fluff, but is kinda cute), no pronouns used, reader is a devil fruit user

pairing: law x gn!reader

word count: 1.336

an: haro everynyan. I can finally write something, so i'm writing about my hushband, tell me if you like it, please. by the way, this akuma no mi power I thought for an OC of mine! I want to write something for her (maybe a one-shot or even a few chapters of a fanfic, I don't know), let me know what you think!

Law left his office late at night. It was one of those days when he had spent too much time in his office, and his body was starting to crave even the slightest bit of attention. He walked into the kitchen, hoping there would be some leftovers from tonight's dinner; he could feel the pressure of the sea in his ears, making the place even quieter than it already was.

But that wasn't necessarily a bad thing; he appreciated these moments of silence, when all the crew members should already be asleep or quietly going about their activities. The clock and the silence were his only indications that night had arrived in a place where sunlight barely reached.

The silence was broken as he approached the kitchen; he could hear soft music playing and a sad humming. Light seeped out from under the door, indicating that someone was still outside the room.

With calm steps, he approached. Initially, his intention was to get something to eat, but now he wanted to find out who was singing. As he approached the door, Law could feel a gust of wind coming through the gaps. If he didn't know his crew, he would have been quite surprised when he opened the door and saw the plates floating in the air in an orderly synchronization. But he couldn't help but be enchanted by the way they moved through the kitchen, following a sequence to be cleaned, dried, and then put away.

"Hello, captain," you said, stopping your singing in tune with the music. He entered and closed the door behind him, containing the air flow that kept the plates in order, like a production line. He also noticed the little Den Den Mushi humming a melancholic tune.

"Y/N," he greeted you. You had the power to control the wind, which was quite useful in battles, especially due to your abilities and creativity in manipulating your power. But it was also useful in everyday situations like this, where you could simply wash the dishes while using your abilities to finish all the work.

"What are you doing up at this hour?" he asked with his usual formality. You had recently joined the crew and had never really talked to him before, and you thought you never would. He was always locked in his office, focusing on things other than wasting time talking to a newcomer on his ship.

"Just… washing the dishes," there was a strange tone in your voice, as if there was a lump in your throat preventing you from speaking. Law noticed it.

"Are you sure?" It was impressive how he could notice subtle things. You were sure that beneath his stoic nature, there was a person who was attentive to everything happening around him. You admired that about him. "You don't have to speak if you don't want to." He walked through the kitchen, carefully avoiding the floating dishes. His eyes searched for food, anything that could quiet the rumbling in his stomach.

That's when he found a shy tray with three cupcakes, hidden next to a gigantic pile of plates. They seemed to have been decorated by a child, with crooked icing and colorful star-shaped sprinkles.

Law found it adorable.

"C-Captain!" you said, finally finishing washing the huge pile of plates. "Don't eat those."

"Oh," he shared a glance between you and the tray. "Are they already reserved?"

You sighed with his innocence. "No. But I'm going to throw them away."

"Why?" He picked one up. "They look good." He could see that the icing was poorly mixed, so there were still parts that were white instead of being colored with dye. "Have you tasted them?" Normally, he wouldn't insist or even ask about such things, but he couldn't see a reason to throw away food.

"I made them," your voice had a hint of sadness, as if you had been crying before he arrived. "No one wanted to eat them because of that."

"Why?" he asked again, sounding like a child with so many questions. However, his expression was curious, as if he wanted to know why you sounded so frustrated.

"I-I…" you held both hands in front of you, trying to gather the courage to tell your captain, as if you were ready to reveal a secret. "I'm trying to learn how to cook."

He raised an eyebrow, expecting you to continue your story, although he already had an idea of where it was going.

"When we saw the Straw Hats… I was impressed by Sanji's cooking skills," he raised his eyebrows at the mention of the cook. "It reminded me of an old desire to cook when I was younger. I loved cooking with my mother, but I didn't really do much myself." Law listened attentively to your story as he looked at the cupcake in his hand.

"I asked him to teach me a few things, but he could only teach me how to cook rice properly and make onigiri," Law looked up at you, his expression always calm. You sighed before continuing. "So, I tried to continue without his help, using a recipe book I bought on an island. And apparently, I'm terrible at cooking!" Law hid his look of pity.

"No one wants to try what I make because apparently everything turns out bad!" Law saw some frustrated tears rolling down your face. "This fucking cupcake didn't turn out bad! I tasted it! But no one wanted to even try it."

You watched Law delicately peel off the cupcake wrapper and then take a bite of the cake. A bit of icing stuck to his nose without him noticing. You found it adorable.

The cupcake wasn't anything special; in fact, it looked like just another regular cupcake, but it was tasty enough for him to want another one. He couldn't understand why someone wouldn't want to eat it.

"This is good, Y/N-ya," you sighed in relief, afraid that he would also complain. If he did, you would probably throw yourself into the sea at the first opportunity. "I don't understand why they refused."

You smiled, wondering if he was just being kind or if he genuinely meant it. You didn't know him intimately, but Law didn't seem like the type of person who would lie just to please someone. You thanked him with a heavy heart, deciding not to irritate him with such a question.

"Can I have another one?" he asked after finishing the one he had taken. You nodded, and he headed back to the tray. "You know, I can cook too," he commented, and you looked at him in surprise.

"I usually don't have much time for it," he sighed, taking another bite of the cupcake and once again smearing the tip of his nose. "But I cook sometimes for the crew, and sometimes for myself when everyone is asleep."

It was strange to see him like this, his tall figure slightly hunched over and his disheveled hair without the hat. He was wearing casual clothes and talking about mundane things like cooking, which contrasted with the serious and calculating figure he imposed on himself. "If you want, I can teach you what little I know," you returned his gaze to his eyes, wondering if you had heard correctly. "Apparently, we have some spare time until the next island."

"S-Sorry?" you asked as if your ears had deceived you.

"Um…" for some reason, his cheeks were tinged with a light blush. "I said I can teach you what little I know, you know… about cooking?" He seemed embarrassed now.

"Oh, I would love that!" you accepted, with a gleam of excitement in your eyes. Law looked at you as if he was melting in your eyes.

You approached him, carefully wiping the icing off the tip of his nose. "It was dirty." You saw the man blush so intensely that it looked like he was going to change color at any moment. "Thank you, Captain," you smiled sweetly.

Law's face turned bright red, seeing how lovely you looked when you smiled. He began to regret it, mentally wondering if he could handle seeing such a kind smile from you frequently.

oh to have a Law pressing me against the kitchen counter

#zombiedumbie writing #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d law #trafalgar d water law #law one piece #one piece x reader #law x you #one piece fluff #one piece fanfic #law fanfic #law fluff

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umber-cinders · 1 month

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Hey fic writers, can I just-

This is my blog so Imma get on my soap box for one more thing about the whole "spam likers should be blocked" rhetoric.

People seem to have taken the idea from places like Instagram that spam liking gets you shadow banned because the algorithm thinks they're bots and—let me be clear when I say this:

THAT IS NOT HOW IT WORKS ON TUMBLR

Bots do not like your fanfic and fanart posts and tumblr does not ban you for getting multiple likes in a row!!!

Likes are literally part of the algorithm because tumblr has changed from the way it was back in the 2010s. Reblogs are absolutely one of the most helpful and valid ways to see posts on here—and people should definitely be encouraged to reblog and share with others, but reblogs are not the end-all-be-all of pushing content on here anymore.

The posts that the algorithm shows you takes into account the posts you yourself have liked and what those you follow/interact with have liked. You know these little feature here in preferences?

THEY ARE ALL BASED ON LIKES AND FAVORITE TAGS

Its why you see posts like this if you turn on the option.

Likes have become almost as equal in the algorithm as reblogs. Nowadays, a lot of people on tumblr's userbase only views the site via the mobile app instead of a laptop/desktop. It means that they're more likely to hit the like button on a post and scroll on so they can go back and find it later than they are likely to stopping every second to reblog each post.

That's just how things are now 🤷🏾‍♀️(and yeah that sucks lol)

If you don't believe me, the next time you see a post that has a lot of notes suggested to you in a search, tag or on the For You page—or anywhere on here, check the reblogs vs likes. Sometimes they're relatively equal

But I have noticed that a lot of the posts suggested to me also have way more likes than reblogs.

Again, I am NOT dissing people asking for reblogs because people really should be trying to reblog things from your favorite artists/writers/fandoms, but sometimes people will look at a post with a lot of notes and are more likely to reblog it. If you're looking for engagement then likes count towards that.

Social media has trained us to look at posts with a lot of traction (notes in this case), and make us more likely to share it. When you discourage and block people engaging with your posts via likes, you're just making the algorithm less likely to push your posts in the first place unless someone reblogs it.

And hey, if that's your jam, go on ahead, but even posts with ZERO notes that haven't been liked by people I follow get pushed to me if the algorithm thinks I'm going to enjoy it based on what I post and have liked before.

I could also get into the fact that with the way tumblr is set up, you could be blocking people that have to like posts and follow you from their main blog and reblog via a different side blog.

You could be blocking people that are too shy to openly engage with certain content right off the bat.

You could be blocking newcomers into your fandom.

You could be blocking people that see your content promoted to them in passing and might decide to come back and follow you later.

If you don't care about likes and only care about exposure via reblogs, then uh...ok. But my point is: please stop spreading the idea that likes mean nothing on tumblr 🙃

With all that being said:

PLEASE LIKE AND REBLOG YOUR FAVORITE ARTISTS, WRITERS AND FANDOM CREATORS✨

#aight stepping done from the soap box now #ao3 #archive of our own #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #fanfic #fanfics #fanfiction #tumblr writers #writers of tumblr #Bipoc writers #black reader #x black reader #black writblr #tumblr

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cocrante · 4 months

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I Start Over With You

[SOLANGELO FANFIC]

summary: After the great battle against the forces of Gaea, Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter had formed a long-lasting alliance. Everything had gone well, and everyone was ready to start anew. This included Nico, who, after confessing his feelings to Percy, was prepared to open a new chapter in his life—perhaps the happiest one the Fates had ever written.

note: the chapters will be updated every Wednesday. If you want to read upcoming chapters of the fanfiction in advance, I invite you to follow me on Patreon. Subscribing is not necessary, these chapters will be added for free on the platform on Mondays and Fridays. Following me there is just a kind and free gesture to support my work c:

Reblogs are highly appreciated c:

[CHAPTER 2]

THAT HERBAL INFUSION Will had prepared for him was slowly beginning to take effect.

In a few days, Nico felt his strength returning, although not enough to summon an army of zombies or any specters. During that week, the son of Apollo followed his progress step by step, enthusiastic to see Nico back in good health and with rosier cheeks. The two found themselves spending that week together, talking mostly about the side effects that an abrupt effort might have during the intake of that kind of energy drink made from herbs. Nico began to enjoy spending time with Will, even though he often repeated the same things to him, and he responded in the same way. It had to be said, however, that the son of Apollo really did his best to make him feel at ease, knowing that it was not easy for him to trust someone other than himself. In a corner of his mind, Will began to wonder what had happened to Nico di Angelo in those years, remembering perfectly the first time he met him at Camp Half-Blood: sunny, energetic, none of the newcomers to the camp could imagine that the son of Hades was once the opposite of what he was now. Not that there was anything wrong with Nico now, it was just that Will no longer wanted to see him feel like he was without someone who cared for him. He would do anything to see that beautiful smile that spread across the boy's face again, bending over in two graceful dimples. He knew that deep down, somewhere under that grim expression, there was still that eleven-year-old boy who played hide-and-seek with the nymphs of the woods; he just had to be patient and wait for Nico to open up to him. However, this meant building a solid relationship of trust first. Will couldn't have asked for anything better. Then the end of that week came, and the two found themselves having one last chat in the infirmary. "See? You also have a much better complexion" exclaimed Will, proudly looking at Nico's no longer cadaverous skin. "From tomorrow, you could already take a walk in the dark" he suggested. The two were face to face, and Nico couldn't believe what he had just heard. "Are you serious?" he asked, to make sure he wasn't imagining it. "Yes" Will affirmed, smiling. "But I'm not saying to go, I don't know, to Bali and back. Try to do it in the camp, so if you faint, I can be around" he laughed as if it were a very funny joke, but they both knew that the son of Hades would be capable of disappearing for weeks. Nico nodded, he wasn't planning on traveling the world, at least not immediately. "I'll stay around" he promised, hinting at an imperceptible smile. "But wait!" he exclaimed a moment later, attracting Will's attention. "Does that mean we won't see each other for—" he made a vague gesture with his hand, he wasn't good with words, but he was sure the boy had understood. Will gave a laugh, looking at his joined hands. "The week is over" he curled his lips, as if he had just realized that the last day had arrived. "But that doesn't mean we can't hang out" he raised his blue eyes. "I'd like that" he added, showing a shy smile. Nico didn't think that Apollo's children could be shy. "I'd like that too" Nico replied after a few seconds, managing to show a faint smile.

It had been five days since that last chat, and Nico was now able to transport himself in the shadow for a few kilometers, occasionally scaring some child of Ares by accidentally appearing behind them. Will had not contacted him or asked about his favorite patient, nor had Nico done the same. The boy felt quite awkward about it all, not understanding how he should take Will's words. He didn't deny being scared, a situation like this had never happened to him before, he wanted to know how to read those words, what did that "hanging out" mean. He was obsessed with the idea that Will ultimately saw him simply as another boy from Camp Half-Blood, but with a slightly more terrifying parent to stay away from. Perhaps he had only said so to be polite. He spent those days wandering around the camp without a specific destination, and although by now the other campers had grown used to his presence and would greet him without suppressing a sense of disgust or fear, Nico didn't feel completely accepted. He only felt that way when he spent time with Will, where everything seemed to come alive, and he felt like a simple, happy boy again. At that thought, he decided to let go of his crazy thoughts; he preferred to get to know Will as a friend rather than lose him due to his unfounded doubts.

He walked briskly towards the archery range. It was the first time he had set foot there. Every time someone had suggested that he go there to train, he would disappear like a shadow until one day everyone decided to give up and let him do whatever he wanted. That was officially his first time at the range. He didn't know exactly what to do or who to talk to in order to get a bow and quiver, so he decided to ask one of the Apollo campers who was helping a young demigod hold a bow. "Down there" the camper pointed out, after spending five minutes trying to figure out if Nico was really there or some sort of hallucination. Nico thanked him and chose the least worn bow from the basket, along with a quiver. He returned to his target, feeling quite stupid at that moment, but he knew it was the right thing to do to get Will's attention. He took an arrow from the quiver behind his back, nocked it between the taut string and the bow — it wasn't as simple as he thought — took aim and released the arrow, which embedded itself in the ground a meter away from the target. He sighed as he went to retrieve the arrow. Having the eyes of the other campers on him did nothing to help his concentration. He tried again, putting more force into it, managing to hit the target only in the white part, leaving the arrow hanging until it fell to the ground again. He was about to go retrieve it when a voice he knew well stopped him. "And we thought Percy was a disaster" commented the boy who had seen Nico shoot his second arrow from behind. Nico turned towards the boy, who was staring at him with crossed arms and a sarcastic smile. Will chuckled and approached him, stealing another arrow from his quiver. "Let me show you how to do it" he said, turning him towards the target and helping him position the arrow better. "You need to raise your elbow higher and bend your knees" he corrected his posture, standing behind him. "Draw the bow taut" he whispered near his ear, releasing his grip on his arms and as soon as he felt them slip away he shot the arrow, which went to plant itself in the third ring. "Congratulations!" exclaimed Will, patting him on the shoulder. "Maybe you're not a hopeless case like our friend".

They kept trying until all the arrows were gone, with Will by his side he managed to hit the target a couple of times, although he mostly hit the outer circles. "With a little training, you could become a great archer" he encouraged him, he was rather satisfied with his small improvements. Nico just smiled gratefully, not knowing exactly what to say to him, he didn't want to disappear that way, but how could he explain how he felt about people if he couldn't even explain it to himself? He didn't want to make Will feel guilty, he had done his best to open up and be a good friend. "Well then, see you later" he smiled uncertainly, seeing that the boy wasn't intending to start a conversation and then he had his shift at the infirmary. "Wait, Solace" Nico stopped him. "Listen, I don't care about all this stuff" and with a sweeping gesture of his hand he practically indicated the whole camp. "I came to see you" he confessed. "I was sincere in the infirmary, I want, well, I'd like it if we hung out" his cheeks started to warm up with what he had just said. Will remained silent, looking at that strange boy who, he didn't exactly know how, he liked. "I finish my shift at five, wait for me at the bay" he said decisively, throwing him a quick wink. "See you at five!" Nico repeated, watching him walk away.

[CONTENTS]

1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10 • 11 • 12 • 13 • 14 • 15 • 16

#🖇️ : fanfiction #i start over with you ☀️☠️#solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #riordanverse #percy jackson #pjo #pjo fanfiction #camp halfblood

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areacodefan · 1 year

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A tag game for @troubleinapinksuit anon who is searching for active Elvis movie discussion. Please participate and reblog! And maybe this week reblog a few of your favorite posts from your early days in the fandom.

1. When did you first see the Elvis movie?

2. How many times have you seen it?

3. Did you first see the movie because you are an Elvis fan? Austin Butler fan? Baz Luhrmann fan? Other?

4. Who are your favorite gif makers?

5. Who are your favorite fanfic writers?

6. What are your top 3 scenes from the movie (because one is too hard).

7. Has your relationship to the fandom changed since you joined? Why?

8. How long do you plan to be part of the Elvis movie fandom?

I’ll start:

1. Opening weekend June 2022

2. Eight times in the theater (would have gone more but didn’t have the chance) and at least 50 more at home.

3. I first saw it for two main reasons: one, I love Baz and I like to see his movies myself because I don’t trust reviews due to his haters and, two, because I’ve seen a lot of bad to mediocre impersonations of Elvis and I heard this “newcomer” was getting good buzz for his portrayal.

4. There are so so many but as I scroll through my own blog, I’d say my top three are @karamelcoveredolicity @troubleinapinksuit and @lindszeppelin But I’m so so grateful for everyone’s hard work.

5. I don’t read fanfic. I know. It’s weird to be on tumblr and not read fanfic. But I don’t.

6. Argh! Ok I’m going to base this on the 3 scenes where I genuinely couldn’t believe my eyes (there were many more but these are the three where I was genuinely confused if I was watching an actor or Elvis). First was Trouble, then Vegas Suspicious Minds, then Unchained Melody. I’m FORCING myself to stop there because otherwise I’ll just say the whole movie.

7. Well. Yes. This fandom was PURE joy for months and months and months. I suppose we were spoiled. I mean I know we were. We had a WIDE range of tastes, talents, proclivities, and even (affectionately) depravities. But we peacefully cohabitated through mutual respect, blocked tags, and unfollows. When awards season kicked in it attracted and amplified some of the more typical fandom elements like gossip and snark. That sucked and it was really hard to see. Some of the originators of this fandom were targeted or caught in the crossfire. Personally it caused me to withdraw some. But I simply re-curated my blog and content and I’m enjoying myself again. That’s the key: curate. Now that awards season is over I’m personally relieved. I honestly felt like Austin, who is by nature shy and humble, was no longer enjoying himself completely being in such a relentless and overhyped spotlight. I mean I’m sure he wouldn’t trade the experience — nor would I — but it’s exhausting. So he’s on vacation and my own blog has opened up to a broader indication of my interests. But I still post Austin/Elvis/movie content and I tag everything with Austin and/or Elvis so anyone can find me or movie specific content with those tags.

8. Always. I’ve made real friends here. I’m so grateful for the true care and affection I’ve felt from Joeykinz, @girlnairb @burninlovebutler @succsessions @ash-omalley @myheroelvispresley @slowsweetlove and so many more. I lurk and reblog and follow so many more. And I’m so grateful to my own followers. You’re all so lovely. I ain’t leaving.

#this fandom was a lifesaver #i love it #I won’t be getting over austin butler #I won’t be getting over elvis presley #I won’t be getting over this movie #austin butler #elvis movie #elvis presely #baz lurhmann #austin elvis fandom #tag games #fandom life #ash answers

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joyfulsanctuary · 1 year

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Happy Birthday dearest @durotoswrites!! Thank you for being amazing and everything that you do! 🥰🥰

You got me into Claire x Cliff with your cute fanfic The Shy Newcomer and I'm on the edge of my seat waiting to finish it! So to all those who want a soft read to get lost in...I'd highly recommend checking it out!!

#pixel art #harvest moon friends of mineral town #hm cliff #hm claire

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mathiwrites · 27 days

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the lighthouse, an au fanfic where orm is raised alongside arthur on the surface

Chapter 7

Never did she think the day would come where she feared the sea and all the creatures that live within. Yet, Atlanna remains vigilant, standing in waist deep water and feeling the gentle vibrations of the water. She will never be as strong on land as she is in the sea, and her senses are dulled. The constant light blinds her, and the sounds have finally evened out in her ears.

It is only for Arthur’s sake that she does not fetch her sword. He seems to think the boys are safe. The sword is dull either way; she’ll make due with what she can find.

The woman’s approach is marked by the waves, a disruption in their rhythmic cadence. She is hesitant, but brave to come towards Atlanna who had shown a willingness for violence.

“Lana?” The woman asks softly.

Her name in the mouth of someone other than Tom’s makes her feel strange. Her chest squeezes and her heartbeat kicks up at the thought of interacting with someone outside her protective bubble. She cannot fight this woman for she has done nothing, and she remembers nothing outside her duty to protect her family.

“The boys brought back some food, I thought you might like some. The children are already eating.”

Tom’s favourite recommendation to newcomers is always the oysters and for the kids, obviously, he’ll say that it’s fries and fish sticks.

Atlanna takes a deep breath and turns to regard the woman. She holds out a tray of oysters along with a gentle smile on her features. It’s warm, it’s welcoming and it’s kind. A lost part of her longs to connect, so she offers an awkward smile in return.

“Thank you,” she says, softly. “After you.”

“Let’s share one together.”

Each woman plucks an oyster from the tray and raises it to their lips. Neither avert their gazes; they are not shy, queens in their own right, but they are polite. The flavour is fresh and salty-sweet. It reminds her of home, and that in itself is heartbreaking. The texture has always been her favourite—the softness of the meat dancing on her tongue followed by the delightful crunch of the shell.

Martha Wayne stares at Atlanna, eyes wide with surprise.

The Atlantean Queen furrows her brow and immediately begins to close herself off. “What?”

It’s the laughter that surprises her. The woman raises her hand to cover her mouth, as if to stifle her amusement before answering. “What a unique way to eat oysters.”

Atlanna pulls back, making a face—disapproving of either her own strangeness, or the comment. She had forgotten that Tom never eats the shells. He hands them to her to polish off.

“No, no, it’s wonderful to see. Please, have more. It’s a sustainable way of eating oysters.” Martha holds out the tray, but Atlanna does not take any. “I’m sorry for laughing.” She must have some experience with volatile personalities because Atlanna’s reticence does nothing to deter her. She simply keeps eating and nudges the empty shells, and some untouched oysters, closer to Atlanna.

“It must have been a shock to hear your children crying out like that. I’m so sorry this happened.”

“Are you looking for a reward? For your intervention?”

“What?” Martha blinks her dark eyes at Atlanna. “No, of course not. I just thought you would like some company. You look… sad. I don’t mean it in a pitiful way, but like you’re longing for something. That’s all.”

Longing? What could she possibly be longing for? She has everything she needs here: her boys, her lighthouse and the man who should be her husband. Atlanna looks out at the sea. It’s not longing that she feels, but mourning—mourning for all the hopes and the dreams she has carried with her since she was a child, and now, must abandon them for the sake of her children.

It is a woman’s plight, is it not? To gore oneself and feed pieces of her heart or her soul to the world around her, so that it may thrive. This is what it means to love, truly, and to nurture. No matter the choice, she would have lost, whether it was Tom to her kingdom if she became Queen, or her childhood home for the sake of freedom.

“I know we don’t know each other, but whatever it is, you’re not alone.” Martha steps closer, wading deeper into the sea to join Atlanna. “When Bruce was young, a man tried to take us. He doesn’t remember, he was too little, but it terrified me.” She pauses, leaving room for Atlanna to respond, should she want to. “I don’t know if I’ll understand, but I’ll listen, if you want someone to talk to. You’re not alone.”

Of course, Atlanna isn’t alone. She knows that. She has her sons, and her Tom, but… there is so much she cannot tell them. Not for lack of want, but for lack of words. How can she say that she has not felt right since Orm’s birth, like she is an inadequate mother, like she cannot give him what he truly needs which is why she brought him to Tom who raised a happy Arthur? How can she word the endless pit that is exhaustion and fear? How can she watch Tom’s face fall when she tells him that every night, she thinks that if she never woke up again, it would be easier for him? He could simply take the boys and start a new life, a safe one.

It doesn’t occur to her until that very moment that she has never felt the kinship of another woman. Her life has been surrounded by men, by fathers who put duty and tradition first and by warriors who guard their emotions most of all. Here, a stranger is gently lacing her hands with hers and showing her an unwarranted and undeserved kindness.

It—

It brings tears to her eyes, the ones that would not—that could not fall because she needed to be strong.

Atlanna says nothing. She has no words to name her sorrow.

Martha listens anyway.

#my fics #dc fanfic #dc comics #batfamily #aquafam #atlanna #tom curry #orm marius #arthur curry #aquaman #martha wayne #batman #ao3feed #ao3

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commarogue · 1 year

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Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway

@nossbean got me! I've only got eight (wait holy crap when did that happen), so I've provided a bit more per 'line' as a trade off :P As ever, if you see this one and want to do it, feel free to blame me!

1. She was young enough when Galladon died that it took a long while to feel real. > youngest//middle//youngest//eldest//only

2. The story ended as all good stories do: the fair maid would wed her golden prince, dressed in a gown of white sewn by seven sewists and bouquets arranged by seven florists, one for each of her handmaids. > (careful) the tale you tell

3. The distinguished commander of the guard of the Dawn Court, trusted Captain Brienne of Tarth—all six-foot-six of her—bled just as hideously as she did anything else. > first draw, first sheath

4. “Wonder Wench. Come to rub elbows? Have the Lannisters not donated enough to your poor helpless wretches in whatever country you’re menacing under the guise of savior this quarter?" > made in wonder, maiden love

5. It's a corny old joke on the island: at evenfall or until evenfall. By evenfall, before evenfall. All newcomers learn it, once they've taken it by one wrong meaning or another. > the last gloaming

6. "Lady Brienne," Sansa says, "I could not help but notice an improvement in your hand." > can't let go when you still need saving

7. They leave the room where she was knighted in a trickle. > set your old heart free

8. Brienne’s fingernails scratch the grain of the desk, an ostentatious antique Westerosi thing made of garish swirls and inlaid pearl and the sturdiest surface they've ever fucked on. Certainly the cleanest. His voice is ragged—he still won’t shut up, and she shushes him like always. He gets louder. Like always. > lying in this binary (cn dubcon!)

#meme: first lines #fic stuff

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ericmicael · 1 year

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I think Ryder Nattura was the new human character from "Frozen 2" that grew the most in my concept over time.

I already liked Honeymaren, Mattias and Yelana a lot, but the brother of Elsa's possible future wife always seemed to me to be the least interesting of the 4 newcomers (excluding Runeard and Halima).

And it's not surprising since you can sum up the boy with the phrase "what if Kristoff was a member of the Northuldra tribe". Doesn't have much to explore from him other than his love for reindeer and friendship with Anna's fiancé. To be honest, even considering him gay I don't think it makes much sense although I like this headcanon and I've written several fanfics of him like that. His dialogue admitting he doesn't know anything about women, even though he has a sister, should probably only indicate his inexperience in the matter as he is supposed to spend more time with reindeer than people, rather than him participating in the acronym LGBTQIA+ with the letter "G" or the letter "A".

What really made me grow the concept about the man was obviously the game "Disney Magic Kingdoms". His failed attempts to get closer to Elsa (which the game itself mocks the man by saying that the Snow Queen's interest is in the other Nattura family member), but soon after he has a redemption arc helping his sister please Elsa. And the revelation that Honeymaren is actually the shy sister and Ryder is the more sociable and adaptable sibling to non-magical news positively surprised me (I like it when these sibling differences are brought up).

Now my thoughts about his future have become more interesting. His connection and closeness to Arendelle while his sister is more focused only on the Enchanted Forest I hope will be something more explored when he returns. I'd like to see him be the tribe member connecting Northuldra to the realm.

#frozen 2 #northuldra #ryder nattura #thoughts

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loyuita · 3 months

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Anyone interested in Hazbin Hotel. My partner started writing fanfiction on Wattpad making his own character for the series.

He's very shy so if you could go give their fic a read I'm sure it'll mean a lot to him.

#hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fanfiction

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massacregirl · 10 months

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Shine szn 2 is finally here!

Two years ago I took my first foray into fanfic. I'd played Cyberpunk 2077 and enjoyed the setting so much I wanted to do something with it myself. Long story short, Shine was born. Now it's back for a second season, one darker and more complex than the last. I've got a real feel for what I'm doing with the characters and my narrative voice is far stronger than it was.

This picks up around a fortnight after the end of season one. I've provided a little recap to get newcomers up to speed to having read s1 definitely helps.

As always, pls read the tags and let me know if I should include more. Be advised I don't shy away from some seriously heavy subject matter but I always do everything in my power as a writer to treat it with dignity and respect.

Xoxo MassacreGirl

#fanfic #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk #ao3 fanfic #writing #fiction #cp77 #story #fanfiction #ao3 #2077 #Cp 2077 #judy alvarez #Meredith Stout #wlw fanfic #crime fiction #All hail computer god

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durotoswrites · 10 months

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The Shy Newcomer Update

Thank you so much for your patience with this long-awaited chapter update. Life can get a little crazy sometimes. I hope that you enjoy, and I'm hoping to have more chapters out at a more regular pace. <3

Cover art by the talented @acediee

Chapter 126: Party Favors

As the party winds down, Karen books a room for the girls and the guys settle in for the night.

Read on

Archive of Our Own

Fanfiction.net

Preview under the cut ^-^

"Hey, guys!" She gave them a friendly wave and leaned forward on their table. "Could it kill you to look a little more cheerful knowing the next round is on me?"

Duke's face lit up immediately, but Basil rose a skeptical eyebrow. "What do you need?"

Karen laughed, but her face became more serious as she glanced around them before continuing. "Basil, can you swing over to my parents' and let them know that I'm booking a room with Claire and Ann for the night?"

"Now?" Duke asked with a groan.

"The earlier, the better. I don't want them to be up worrying about me the way Dad does sometimes."

With this, Duke rolled his eyes.

"I'm not asking you." Karen shot him a dirty look. "Doubt Dad would believe you."

Basil's eyes darted around them before frowned, giving her a worried look. "Is everything alright?"

#the shy newcomer fanfic #the shy newcomer #tsn #tsn fanfic #harvest moon #story of seasons #durotos #hm64 #fomt #sosfomt #mfomt #hm for girl #hm btn

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fatherfigurefusion · 2 years

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For newcomers to my blog, all three of the reblogged ask games/ship bingos are still open! Don't be shy, and feel free to ask away!

(https://fatherfigurefusion.tumblr.com/post/693212680064057345/fanfic-writer-ask-meme)

(https://fatherfigurefusion.tumblr.com/post/692480190938546176?is_related_post=1#notes)

(https://fatherfigurefusion.tumblr.com/post/689566096540434432?is_related_post=1#notes)

#fusion's thoughts #fusion's ask games

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interact-if · 3 years

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The A/PI Heritage Month interviews are coming to a close soon! For Day 8, we have lovely Aster! :chinhands:

Aster, author of Nevermoore

A/PI Heritage Month Featured Author

They say that curiosity killed the cat, but it won’t be satisfaction that’ll be bringing you back. Again. And again. And again.

The simple act of visiting your parents turns into something much more than what you were expecting when your car suddenly breaks down in the middle of nowhere, and you find yourself right beside a small town that’s engulfed by the trees.

Some of the residents you met right away were welcoming enough, happy to try and lend a helping hand when they can. But their smiles seemed more apologetic than happy, and their eyes looked at you with regret.

You never really did understand why that was…

Until you died.

So now, you are an unwilling participant in an endless cycle of death and resurrection. And the more you learn about the bloodstained history of the town and the past of its people, the more you'll get tangled up in a web of secrets that threatens to keep you there forever.

So welcome, newcomer… to Nevermoore.

(INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT UNDER THE CUT!)

Q1: First of all, introduce us to your project! What is it about?

Nevermoore is planned to be is a supernatural story wrapped in a little horror bow about a cursed town that’s both lost to the trees and lost to the ages. Relatively normal lives can still happen there...well, as normal as it gets when not only is aging put to a pause, but dying isn’t even a permanent thing. And the duration of the stay, as far as the town is concerned, is forever.

And unsurprisingly, these effects of the town are barely half of the secrets and mysteries that it holds...But the question is, does the latest new resident that ‘accidentally’ stumbled across it (spoiler alert that’s you) really wants to know what they are?

...Perhaps some things are just better left forgotten.

Q2: If it’s not too spoilery, what are you most excited about your project?

Oh, there’s so many scenes and reveals I want to get to already that it’s hard to choose! But if I had to be specific, the one I’m most excited in writing out is Sterling’s (an RO) backstory! I don’t mean to play favorites or anything, but I like to think that their backstory as having the most Hollywood movie levels of drama and intrigue.

Sterling was honestly the first character I made for this story, even before the MC, so I can’t help myself in having some fun with this!

Q3: What inspired the current project you’re working on?

Believe it or not, Nevermoore’s first iteration was supposed to be a very specific, very self-indulgent AU fanfic of this piece of media I was into back in like, 2014? The drafts of that had remained in my Google Drive, unchanged and unworked on, that is until about two years ago when I discovered the wide, diverse world of interactive fiction.

Inspired to create a story to share with others, I ended up reviving those old documents. The plot and the characters had to be massively overhauled to make it more my own of course, and some inspiration was also been taken from shows like Stranger Things and Dark for their eerie and secretive small-town aesthetics.

Q4: Do you pull from your own identity for inspiration? How has that been reflected in your work?

...Admittedly, not so much. It was an embarrassingly lack of foresight on my part (as a first generation Filipino-Canadian), because it somehow never occurred to me that I can, in fact, add characters who are like me into my own writing. Well, lesson learned. Good news is that I already have some side characters planned who’ll be Filipinothat will show up later on in Nevermoore’s demo, as well as have a Filipino RO in a future wip. The latter of which I am very excited about!

With that being said, I will share that MCs parents in the story are actually loosely based on my own parents who were Filipino immigrants! I won’t elaborate on what parts, but I’m planning on integrating some more of their personalities in the upcoming patch. I really want dedicate those characters to them, since they’ve already sacrificed so much to bring me and my sibling here in Canada to have a better life! :)

Q5: What’s been your experience so far? With writing, with the if community...

There’s no doubt in my mind that getting involved with the IF community has been one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, despite being incredibly internet shy at first. I’m glad to have meet so many amazing IF writers and readers, and I definitely wouldn’t have gotten as far as I did with my projects if it weren’t for our constant support, help, and hype for each other.

This community has been so wonderful and welcoming, and I can’t wait to see it grow even more!

Q6: Do you have any future projects in the works?

At least three so far, actually! Nothing is fully established yet, just some concepts and vibes. But the genres are high-fantasy, postapocalyptic-ish, and sci-fi.

The first is about a character who’s an aspiring writer (heh) that suddenly finds themselves ‘isekaied’ into the fantasy world of the still-incomplete book they were working on. The second is about an immortal from the dawn of humanity trying to live through the endof humanity ft. zombies(?). And the third is about a volunteer of a cryosleep experiment gone wrong and ends up waking up 1000 years in the future instead. It seems here that my brain won’t let me rest and is telling me to try my hand in as many genres I can haha!

Q7: Finally, what piece of advice would you give to fellow authors?

This is advice that I still have to work on following myself but: Don’t stress too much on your first drafts, it’s called that for a reason! Focus on getting the basic ideas/dialogues/etc down and don’t be afraid to write ‘badly’, since there’s always time for you to polish it into something you’re happy with later on!

Otherwise, you’ll only get into this cycle of editing the same sections over and over, and that can burn you out before you even have the chance to work on the parts you’re actually excited for!

#if: events #Happy Asian and Pacific Islander month!!#Asian/pacific islander month 2021 #a/pi month #a/pi month 2021 #aapiheritagemonth #aapi month #interactive fiction #authors of color

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hopes-peak-postal-company · 2 years

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So for my first request, can you write a oneshot featuring Mob trying to interact or understand Monoma please? Its based on an AU where mob enrolls at class 1A to become a hero. The fic would involve Monoma trying, and failing, to antagonize Mob while the esper tries to understand his methods.

What do you think? You can use this link for more info on the AU.

https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Fanfic/OneHundredPercentHero

@princeasimdiya12 here is your one shot, I am sorry if it is not very good, I tried my best.

Mob was just enjoying his day after being exhausted from hero training. Since he is is focusing on training his body more than his powers, which are already really powerful.

He was flicking through the pages of his new manga, listening to the chirps of the birds and the distant conversations from other U.A. students.

In the middle of the new page he just flicked too: a shadow loomed over his head; looking rather menacing.

A bit shy, Mob managed to squeak out a little hello still not being really outgoing and confident when meeting new people.

“H-hello, can I help you?”

It was rather odd: but the person in front of Mob never spoke; but rather snatched the manga out of Mob’s hand, closing it rather dramatically….

“So your that 1-a student who went berserk at the sports festival! Right?”

A breathe was caught in his throat, rather wanting to forget that event and opted for replying with a shy attempt at an apology “Um, I deeply apologise, but I am getting bett-“

“Wow, what’s this? You really have the nerve to try and justify yourself!”

“I was just-“

“Typical 1-a student thinking that a villainous act like that has any justification.”

A big smirk was adorning Monoma’s face now thinking the small boy was going to snap, while Mob was just sweating from the uncomfortable situation he has been put in….

“HEY SHIGE!” Izuku’s voice in the distance was enough to give Mob a bit of confidence to stand up for himself; even if it was just for a second.

“I’m sorry, there is no justification for my actions, but I am trying to keep it under control and be a true hero.” Mob said this hoping not to cause any conflict with this newcomer.

Monoma’s eyes widened a little at how genuine and unprovoked he seemed to be; he really seems to want to keep the peace, but he quickly regained his composure.

“Wow, 1-a scum like you think you will ever become a true hero, keep dreaming; since your class will be the reason villainy will take rule over U.A.!”

“You take that back! All my classmates will become excellent heroes and Shige here has the most potential out of all of us, so don’t you dare say our class will be the downfall of U.A.!”

Monoma turns around now face to face with a glaring Izuku;

“Ok, whatever you need to say to make yourself feel superior, but class 1-b will be there to save this school when your worst nightmare comes true!”

Laughing hysterically, Monoma walks away giving Izuku’s shoulder a barge.

“Izuku, is your shoulder okay, since he seemed to knock it quite hard?”

“Yeah, I am fine, thanks for the concern”

“Who even was that guy?” Mob gave a confused look as Izuku was deep in thought:

“Well, he is a member of class 1-b and notorious for picking on us 1-a students” while Izuku starts to mumble Mob is lost in thought now thinking:

‘Why does he hate us that much?

‘Is there anything else going on that makes him hold this hatred’

Having known Shigeo for a good amount of time now, Izuku catches on to what he is thinking.

“ Apparently it’s because we always steal the spotlight from class 1-b, but we think there’s more to it than that, so no one really knows the real reason for his hatred.”

“O-oh, well has anyone from our class tried becoming his friend to find out and squash this hatred ?”

“I hate to admit it, but none of us actually have”

“Well, I am going to give it a go, since everyone should be given a chance; even if they are mean”

“Your, so admirable Shige!”

Izuku stares at him in awe, while a small tint of red appears on Mob’s cheeks from the sudden compliment.

“I feel kind of bad for not being as hero like; as yourself, so here take my notebook”

“I have some notes I managed to gather about him; when observing his class”

“Are you sure you don’t need it?”

No, I insist and I gave 4 more copies back at my dorm!”

Quite happy with the sudden lead, Shigeo gives Izuku a thankful bow and heads off to start reading it. Ready to start befriending the sour blonde as soon as he formulates a plan.

It’s the next day now and Mob barely managed to get up, but when he remembered the plan he is carrying out today; he managed to get dressed.

From reading Izuku’s notes he managed to find out that he likes French cuisine, not questioning how Izuku attained that information he headed out to find the one person that could help prepare a suitable snack

“Um, Aoyama”

“Oh, Bonjour Kageyama, do you need any assistance with anything?”

“Well, I was wondering if you could help me bake some amazing French cuisine dishes” he rubs the nape of his neck and shuffles his feet, while awaiting an answer

“ Ooh, I’d be happy to; I’m going to show you all my favourite dishes!” Now dragging a slightly excited Shigeo they go to Satou who lends them some ingredients and tools to make some créme Brûlée….

After working all morning on the treat, Mob takes a steady walk over to class 1-b to wait outside for Monoma to arrive and if on cue he pops outside the class.

“Oh, what are you doing here? Came back for more?”

“Here.”

“Oh, what’s this, some sort of trap”

“Um; it’s a créme Brûlée, I heard you liked French cuisine, so-“

“I only like savoury French cuisine!” And with that he dropped it into the bin and walked away;

Leaving a slightly disappointed Mob standing at the door.

‘That’s alright, maybe I’ll try something else”

So the next day, not wanting to bother Aoyama again, Mob decides to make Graphin Dauphinois. It took him a few tries, but he managed to finish it, now on his way to hand it to Monoma and this time he finds him sitting on a bench.

Sitting down, Mob hands him the contained dish.

“You really are a persistent pest, aren’t you?”

“I am only eating this dish since I didn’t have lunch”

Taking a bite, Monoma scrunches his nose up in disgust.

“Ew, this tastes like trash”

“I’m sorry, let me take it away from you; if you don’t want it”

Swatting his hand away, Monoma turns the dish away from Mob’s reach.

“No, I’ll eat it since I’m hungry and if I get food poisoning, which I probably will I can get a 1-a student in trouble!”

Secretly Monoma really liked the dish, for the rest of that meeting Mob sat there in silence while Monoma ate the dish he made, while simultaneously ranting about class 1-a and his grievances with them.

Face sighing in annoyance when Mob didn’t react.

For the next day, Mob tries to approach Monoma with a game of uno since he thinks that’s the best way to create a friendship. He asked Sero to lend him the cards and promised to give them back and he wouldn’t let any damage come to them. Sero told him ‘not to worry about it, man.’

This time Mob found Monoma in the cafeteria on his own and approaches him with the cards.

“Not you again, if you keep hanging out with me, so much I am going to get a disease!”

“I brought a game of uno to play”

“You don’t sound very happy about it; your just staring emotionless at me”

Blanking him Mob carries on setting up the cards.

“Wow, avoiding the topic, whatever”

“Now, what game is this?”

“Do you not know how to play uno?, Want me to teach you?”

“What, of course I know how to play, no 1-a scum needs to teach me anything”

Monoma embarrassed looks away to hide his red face.

Mob ignores this and hands him a set of instructions.

“Uh, here read this in case you need help”

“Whatever!”

Monoma eye rolls, but Mob notices that while they play the game Monoma is reading the instructions out of the corner of his eye.

After loads of rounds Monoma finally wins won, doing a victory dance on how he beat 1-a, even if he only won one round and lost all the others. Mob decided to keep that to himself, not wanting to spoil his celebration, instead quietly clapping at his victory.

The bell rings cutting his celebration short the two of them split up to there separate classes.

It’s been about a week now and Mob finds Monoma everyday without fail to hangout, even if Monoma tries his best to annoy Mob and get him to leave him alone, Mob never gets provoked or snaps, not like he did at the sports festival anyway, which is what Monoma wants.

The both of them are sitting at a table outside, playing a game of chess, Mob ending up becoming victorious.

“ I bet you cheated, so there’s no need to gloat!”

“I didn’t cheat and I wasn’t going to gloat”

“Hmph, sure” starting to slightly, only slightly get used to his company he lets a little smile crack through his facade

“But there is something I’ve been meaning to ask you”

“Hmm, and what’s that bowl cut”

Ignoring the nickname, Mob decides to ask him the awaited question

“Why, do you hate class 1-a, so much?”

“That’s the million dollar question, isn’t it?”

“Well, I will only tell my close friends such vital information”

“And to become a close friend there’s several categories you have to go through”

“And your in the second to last one”

“Which is?” A puzzled Mob asks

“A reluctant acquaintance.”

“Well, at least I am not in the last one” Mob has a slight smile on his face at the thought.

“Eugh, so positive”

“It doesn’t match your gloomy demeanour”

“Well, anyway you’ll never make it to the close friend category”

“I hope I do” Mob stares back at Monoma With a determined look

“I can’t wait to squash your hopes.”

“Now, let’s play another round of chest, which I will win this time, since I am in a superior class to you”

“What’s class got to do with strategy?”

“Don’t ask, so many questions!”

“But I only asked one question”

That’s one question to many!”

“My apologies”

“I detect sarcasm”

“I never expected that from mister shy and gloomy!”

Mob ignores that comment again and starts to move his chest piece.

‘And he’s silent again’

‘What a joke! Him thinking I could become close friends with a 1-a student, such as himself.’

What none of them noticed though; is a tiny smile that you could argue needs a microscope to notice smile on Monoma’s face, while he strategically played chess with a ‘reluctant acquaintance’ of his.

#neito monoma #shigeo kageyama #crossover #bnha x mp100

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