#but he has pale back freckles that come out during warm periods!

[uchiha-7thsingularity]

Last legacy MC/ OC getting their period and their LI taking the time to understand the situation. To comfort/heal with spice and fluff in the mix of this shitpost. I might go back and proofread it later. Also, decided to focus on last legacy more (rime and felix) in the future FYI. Might do a part 2 with the side characters. Enjoy!

Felix Iskander Escellun:

At the beginning he was perplexed as to why you looked pale and sweaty during your lessons with each Starwsworn. Then he acknowledged Anisa, Sage, and Elowen sometimes checking on you constantly after sparing or meals. Especially Stella following your every move throughout the halls of blackthorn. He would even see Scylla, Florian, and Tulsi giving you little treats every now and then. Saaros or Ayanna had checked-in to see if you were coping throughout the day as well. As always you tell them your fine but none believed your false words. Nevertheless, the minutes tick by as the world continues to live and rotate on it's axis. Not stopping for anyone or any cycle or season if you know what I mean clap your hands and cry.

Then when he sees you go to mid-redemption Rime who seems to give you a pat on the head with a small smile he hasn't seen in years. This man feels useless without magic already on top of being newly confident nowadays. You guys are usually awkward but it's your thing he doesn't know how to be straightforward. Panic attack! Slap in the face! Heave a breathe. Then cry in a corner as Stella watches to judge you silently. Okay, I can handle this. You got this felix!! :)

Believe me when the pain was worse this time around to the point on the third day you collapse during your lesson with Felix learning a shield spell and incantation. Of course, you had told him you were fine, except he didn't take your word anymore and carried you. (YES, I said carried you on pure adrenaline and motivation to your guy's shared bed this man had activated). 

Once he tucked you under the warm covers with stella he kissed your forehead to only grab every single book to learn more about the body he overlooked before. I would think he was there for Scylla when she got hers but never asked many questions. Knowing him and rime these idiots skipped health class because they're know-it-all's. (Escell grounded him for a week or two. He tried to run away but failed to realize his Insigna. Note to self get rid of that blasted thing in the future.)

Anyway he seeks help from the others by asking questions this time. Afterword, he comes back to you by laying out a makeshift heating pad on your stomach. Anisa created with Florian that has your favorite herbs to settle your nerves. He puts extra pillows from Sage and Rime's room to help you sit up. Tulsi, Elowen, Saaros,  and Ayanna had been at the market when Felix asked them to buy you fruit and cheese with crackers to dine on with water. He also brought his midnight olives to feed you in the meantime. Right before bedtime he runs a bath for you, if you want one, with bath salts by Scylla he owes a favor too by the way. 

The warm water feels heavenly. He asks you if he can massage your shoulders or hips in the water. My man's got hands that are smooth like butter (hint:bts). If your ticklish he slowly eases you into it by distracting you with his CHARM and SHARP TONGUE. 

Felix: Relaxed now? Do you need confirmation of my underlying love? I'm pleased to help you understand the importance of self-care? 

MC/ OC: Seems intriguing. Although, professor I learn better with hands-on activities than self-taught. You taunt him smashing water at him he blocks with his freckled arm.

He licks his lip gazing upon you and all your glory thanking any gods for meeting you when he needed a new beginning in his life. All while you evaporate amongst this heat as he enjoys your blush expression. Excuse me judge(horny jail).

Toweling each other off you head to bed. Cuddles, your honor. Stella licks both your toes before bed as a kiss good night. You try to sleep but stare into each other's eyes, rubbing circles on each other's backs whispering nothing but fantasies you both want to experience together in your future. Thanking him you promise to come to him when you need comfort or satisfaction. Bumping foreheads you lead him into a slow soft kissing session. Only to share giggles when you guys catch your breath to fall asleep into a warm embrace full of freedom. 

Rime Solano Varela:

We're talking about before redemption this man has stalked you for gaining your weaknesses and downfall. He notices firsthand that you look ill or hunched over when the others glance away for a moment. His pride bargains to take you out when he realizes you just seem closed off or don't bark an insult to him. Not even an attempt to summon "his" relic. To which leads himself to backtrack for the day and reconsider what the hell's wrong with you? He feels conflicted in his broken state of mind every time he thinks of you in pain. Bambi feels a pain in his coldhearted chest. He ignores it and continues to seek more info and learn new spells to attack you with next time you feel yourself again to have a real battle. 

If this is redemption rime who tries gaining his old comrades and ex lover approval/ trust he teaches you with one-on-one healing or elemental spells. He seems to call you out this week when he recalls the exact tired look he's seen you suppress certain weeks when he stalked you beforehand. As a healer he took it upon himself to comprehend the human body by the books and manuscripts over the years. He's rusty but not dumb unlike a stinky cat man. (Somewhere sage sneezes into his keg). Taking precaution he grabs your wrist to lead you to Florians garden sitting you down gently.

Unaware of his next actions thinking he will lecture you on poisons he grabs a bowl and mixes red and orange plants and powders together he found in a glass cabinet nearby in the greenhouse. Curiosity burns within you or a fever coming on. You shiver. Oh no! He strides over to sit next to you and ask to cup your hands together. As you do with a confused expression he pours the mixture into your sweaty hands. Stare?!

MC/ OC: Is there a point to what you just did or is this a prank to make me suffer?

Rime: Hush and watch starlight. ;)

Surprise his gloved hand hover over yours as he twirls his hand above in a circle. You notice the powder twisting into a small tornado. It soon spirals around you both as your amazement shows he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you close. It astounded you to feel he has warmed his hands with a heat spell to rub circles on your hips and thighs. Pure bliss! Your lidded eyes gaze at the powder which appears to show small creatures galloping in the wind. 

Then rime caresses your cheek to cup your chin and turn your gaze upon him instead of his magic. You hate to say he came into your life as your enemy but in turn you were a villain in his story as well. Earlier you offered a hand to him and asked to work and forgive each other slowly over time he accepted. Only for a second he leaned in to peck your nose as he chuckled at your red-tinted features comparing them to the red-ish powder he just prepared on the dot for you. You pushed him away at the comment to bumble for a comeback but flushed ever more at his raised brow. 

Still, the sun setting he leads you into his guest room felix gave him for the convenience of him being there and to piss escell off more likely. Laying on your back to relieve the pain he leaves for a few minutes to return with a hot meal Tulsi and Scylla made as elowen snacked on his cookies he announced irritated. (She knows what she's doing.) He also mentions lecturing felix, sage, and anisa to be more aware of your period signs before it starts to become worse for you and the team as a whole. Passing saaros on the way back to the room he asks them to let the others also know you will be out for a week. Until he heals you back on your feet. For the team sake not his. (Stop staring at him fandom with hope in your eyes. It's disgusting). He makes sure you have your fill and stay hydrated. 

Lastly, he put a cold wet towel on your forehead to relieve the fever you failed to hide. He rambles about the old days as you listen content on his soothing choir voice. He's about to clean up the room until you poke his butt with your foot and ask him to sing you a song. Silence. Why are you like this to him only? Because you caught feelings for him! ….What? ….what?! Giving up he lays with you to cuddle you that has him twirling your hair in his palms. Singing a tune of, "Your Love" by Daithi De Nogla cause I said so. Breathing on his chest listening to his silky voice he might fall asleep forgetting the mess for the next morning to find you fast asleep. In his bed. With him. In his arms. Holding tighter he kisses your head to thank the stars for giving him a second chance to learn to live again not as a broken abomination but a person you can be comfortable to survive long enough for him to swallow his pride and love again. 

Anisa Anka:

Typically you both pig out at the market and feed each other when you're alone together. It was hot as usual while holding hands to keep close in the crowded area. Sage and Tulsi headed back early to eat lunch at her shop to wait for more customers to wear her out. Rime and Felix decided to look for more ingredients to brew more protection spells. That's what they said but you and anisa noticed them head toward a stall filled with questionable novelty. (Don't be suspicious. Don't be suspicious.) Saaros was busy with escell and orion to meet up that day. And Ayanna had kicked you both out with her thick thighs and swift movement of her fluffy tail. And Elowen just bailed liked a ninja promiseing to meet up later.

Sweet, savory, spicy, and sour juices flowed over your tongue. Enjoying the moment with your lover had been short-lived. Cramps we're motherfudger. :( pure agonizing pain creeped up your spine with no warning what so ever. Whimpering silently next to her you try to bite your lip to not ruin the atmosphere of serenity but your period fights back. Clutching the table of nearby food stall anisa finally turns to notice you bending over yourself. Sweaty as you are she pampers you expecting you to tell her what's wrong. I think she knows but would want verbal confirmation from your bruised lips to be left with the option of hauling you back to her place by piggyback. As a women she knows all to well about the unwelcome friend that stops by every month.

Ayanna waiting for your return had cleaned up to realize anisa's haste to boil water on the stove. She catches a look at you seemingly past out on the bed with drool coming out your mouth. She heads out to get you necessities for your cramps with the intention of giving privacy as a perk of her absence. (Cough...cough. Wink...wink.Kiss the girl!) Rolling her eyes anisa goes out of her way to cover you up and fluff the pillows leveling your timid frigid figure. Thanking her she pats your hand to only say she will never leave your side no matter the cost. Anisa: I promise on my life to honor the knighthood to protect my dearest companion in trying times! Nothing will stop me!

MC/ OC: Kitten….the stove is on fire…..and yes I will be your soldier too now and forever!

Stop. Drop. And roll. The fire is out and you tell anisa just to wait for ayanna to come back with safe supplies for you. She rubs her face in exhaustion and you giggle beckoning her to sit in the bed with you. Moping on top of your stomach she takes her gloves off to rub circles around your lower abdomen while her teeth graze your chest. It tickles but she wants to take your mind off the pain for merely your sake and a little of her feeling excited to ravish you in your time of need. Peck's here and there on your thighs to licking up your stomach while looking at you. (I need help…I just want her to pin me your honor. And I'm not even gay. But I still deliver!!)

Eventually, anisa mom returns to see you both fell asleep wrapped together in the blanket like a burrito. She had bumped into the others at the market when they asked of both your absence and she gladly told them of you two missing. And to expect it for the harsh days to come. Later that week they all would check up on the two of you for reassurance of your health. Sadly, she wakes you up to let you change and wash up for dinner. Anisa helps her mom in the kitchen fixing a meal you favored.  To then layout an outfit she wore in her old training days. She helps you dress slowly to worship your beautiful body and wants to make you blush more than she is right now. Sharing a homemade meal ayanna shares some anisa childhood stories to leave you and her in a fit of laughter with tears beading your lashes. 

Anisa cleans up and you both say goodbye to ayanna who salutes you two to have fun tonight but not too much because you need to rest. And her daughter just hisses at her to leave while ayanna just swishes her hips abandoning you to giggle at her teasing. Having the home to yourself you grab anisa by the waist and pin her to the mattress burning your neck into her neck. She sighs as she squeezes you to tell you she is so glad to have you thrown into her life when she wished for a purpose to serve. Now she realizes she just yearned to be seen for her self-serving hard-work which you were the first to call her out on her BS of rulebook 101. 

Manuvering to peep at her she turns to peep back with a simple creeping on her cheery rose face. You tell her nothing but sweet words with sweet promises to hear her heartbeat rise in her chest at each syllable. You tossle her pink brownish hair with your nimble fingers to gently coax her into a slumber. Silly you had slept after being lulled to slumber by her intoxicating scent. The next day she watches you sleep propped on an elbow to be joyful to exist together until you decide to leave on a white steed into the sunset like in her childhood books.  Rather this time she will be holding the leash to guide you on your journey with her forever more. 

Sage Lesath:

Cat man is clueless to why you've been avoiding him this coming week. He thought he did something and got frustrated so he went to the other three. Rime assumed it was his presence that scared them off and led sage to snap his teeth at him. (Boys will be boys) Then felix added that maybe it was the fact he takes up half the bed with a shitty grin. Tired of the two mages he turned to anisa who sipped her tea and coaxed that he should ask you personally. Ruthlessly teasing him that it was probably the bite marks he had left on you every damn time his hair was combed by you. F u all I'm not needy!?

Roaming the halls of fanthom he heads outside to see you sitting in the grass near the water with the big tree and broken bridge up above. Heading over he wraps his tail around your shoulder to throw your guard off to tickle your nose with his as you turn to him finally. You beam at him with the animated look you give him when he sees you. However, this face has bags under their eyes with blotches on their cheekbones and goosebumps all around their legs and arms. You try to say your well but he ignores your words and carries you off to his room by hauling you over his shoulder like sheep did with fiona. You know the scene.(Donkey! Right behind you shrek!)

Pining you to the bed he wraps any blankets he can find as you taunt him to be more gentle since it's his first period. He bites back that tulsi is on her way to help the star sworn make dinner for you and bring you your lady things.(in my opinion, raising tulsi he might had stole stuff to help her in her time of need but never pushed her to talk about it). In the current time anisa stopped by with saaros and her mom to drip off spa treatments you can use to clear off your face and relax your body. 

Rime and felix were busy making a disastrous dinner while elowen jumped into salvage the meal cussing them out to stop adding random stuff into the pot. Scylla and florian stopped by to visit felix and then heard of your situation to fill a basin of water with ice cubes to keep you hydrated. And a potted small tree to leave as a period gift to admire with a bottle of aroma from Scylla to mix in your bath. Wink at you and sage. Additionally, sage was busy guarding you with his life to anyone who got to close to you two. Stella was kicked out twice and somehow found her way back. (She on demon time)!? So on the minutes ticked by as he made sure you were hydrated and warm in his rough embrace with his big arms.

Sage: Is this enough? Do you need me to go get a healer or anisa again?

MC/ OC: The one thing you can do for me is to let me touch those fluffy ears and tail!;) Red like a hot pepper he lets you caress his tufts of white/silver fur to purr until his heart skips a beat like a madman. Grabbing his tail you yank on it a little along with his braided hair coming undone like him. Biting his lip he adores you, stating how he wants you to do whatever you like to him. Smiling like a fool you kiss his abs to hear him growl under his heated breath. Pulling back you boop his nose and say time to eat as you smell a savory aroma in the air. He lays there for a minute to then follow you to the main hall to eat while sharing a glance here and there. The others roll their eyes at the display you guys fail to hide admit the humble chatter.

Returning to the room after saying good night to your friends and foes(sage vs rime). You go back to cuddling on the bed to have sage's tail wrap around your lower core to pull you into his chest. He rest his chin on top of your head to purr to distract yourself from the mild painn you felt from all the affection he showed with the other today. You could cry. Instead, you grab his scarred  hands to lead them to straddle your hips as he catches on to heat up with his skillful hands he brags daily about to you.

Sleeping peacefully in the night he wakes up to home you close and wonder what the hells you see in him?? An alcoholic with commitment issues that can't handle discovering a friend or lover in pain again. He peers at you to pay attention to his random thoughts filled with you and a toothy grin spreading across his lips. Mother night. His thoughts reel to one conclusion. In his final moments of sanity, before corruption takes over, he will do anything to vanquish the darkness within him to see another starlit sky with you. A chance to put his beer down. Wipe his face. Flash you his signature look(you know the look). And tell you that he will howl your name till his throat gives out to let the world know he's yours and you are his and no one will change his mind.

#fictif #last legacy #female reader #felix iskandar escellun #rime solano varela #anisa anka #sage lesath #fictif last legacy #slight lemon #soft fluff

[kyberphilosopher]

Iɴ ᴛʜᴇ Nɪɢʜᴛ

“ Late night conversations always seem to hold more weight and teach you more about a person than you knew before. They seem to reach a deeper more truthful form of honesty than talking to someone during the day. “ Word Count: 3452 Requested: no. i just... seriously appreciate this character. 

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Sleep seemed to follow you around, but never catch you. You weren’t running from it, you weren’t even teasing it in some way. Hell, you were standing still and sleep was still trailing behind. So, if anything, it was the one teasing you. 

It had no affect on your demeanor or travels. Your shots were just as precise as ever, your agility never wavering. While you may have felt sluggish, it was confined only to the inside, and your movements were as fluid as before. Your irises did not dull from exhaustion. Skin did not pale, throat did not dry. Food didn’t become ash, water was no more a necessity than it was before. It was all the same. 

This bothered you more than if the lack of sleep actually took a toll on your life. If it had, that would’ve at least meant that it was possible for you to sleep. It meant that you had to sleep at some point. But with life going on the same, it left you to wonder if you were now bound to a life without some shut eye. It was like torture. No, it was torture. 

“You alright?” Greez asked at breakfast. It was your fourth day without sleep, fifth night. 

The Latero piles some yellow, scrambled food onto his plate heavily, looking up at you as his beady eyes. “I’m fine,” you assured as you took your own fill. It wasn’t as much as Greez’s, but that was okay. He was always hungry.

“You sure? I thought I heard some noises from your room,” he continues. 

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Alright, alright,” Greez says. One of his four hands waves you off as you take your plate and turn towards the table. “Just keep it down next time, eh?”

“Oh, I’ll do my best.”

You take a seat, your boots scuffing the floor slightly. Cal raises an eyebrow at you as his chewing comes to a slow. A few wisps of hair had fallen around your face with your movement, but that wasn’t what had intrigued him so. 

“You were making noises last night?” Cal asked, his spoon half raised. His pale orbs were trained on you, pink lips flushed. 

“I guess so,” you said, without looking at him. In truth, you had been messing with your sniper when a shock burned your finger and you knocked over your chair. While you prayed no one heard the commotion, it was clear the endeavor had failed. 

You stuff your mouth with a big bite of the yellow stuff. It wasn’t Greez’s best work by any means, but it was hot and better than many other things you had eaten in your life. 

You were a bounty hunter, hired to help Cere Junda and the Latero on their quest. It helped having extra ammunition and someone to help out in combat... and, of course, someone to be the deciding voice in arguments. 

You didn’t care too much for their mission in the beginning. The Jedi Order was made up of a bunch of cruel and ignorant fools who were responsible for more taken lives than saved ones. But while you weren’t big on helping these people, you were big on the pay Cere offered. 

Over time, you actually came to enjoy the pairs presence. Greez was fun to joke around with, and Cere had interesting stories. The both of them respected you for your quiet demeanor and efficient skills. When you ran into trouble, you were the defense. All was well. 

Then Cal Kestis joined the crew. “Okay,” you thought. “A real Jedi this time, that’s fine.” And it was. You never really had a problem with each other- in fact, you found him quite attractive. You always had a weakness for redheads, of course. But the words spoken between you and the Jedi were always short and necessary, never for pleasure. 

You weren’t sure why this was. He had saved your life several times, and you had saved him in turn. Even when you thanked each other sincerely, things felt stiff. Perhaps you were intimidated by him for what he was, or maybe he felt discouraged by you for what you had surely done in the past. Suppose it didn’t matter at all, and you were just forever destined to feel anxious about looking him in the eye. 

“You sleep okay?” Cal further inquired, finally taking another bite. His eyes were still glued to you, taking in your profile. It was a very nice one, in his opinion. 

“Yeah,” you quickly lied. “You?”

Cal looked up and down, from your lips to your upper lashes. He could sense you were lying, though he wasn’t sure to what extent. “Yeah,” he eventually said. “Yeah, I slept fine.”

You didn’t need to be a Jedi to feel that Cal was lying too. You met his eyes briefly, taking note of the multicolored flecks in the iris’s. It mesmerized you, their color. Somewhere between green and blue and grey. They were like their own little planets, circling in miniature orbits and glowing in white light. 

Greez lumbers into his own chair. “I am starving,” he grumbles. One of his hands goes to reach for some spice, causing your eyes to snap away from Cal’s. “Mmm-mmm. You won’t believe what I’ve cooked up today.”

You loaded another bite into your mouth, glancing at Cal from the side. 

He was no longer focused on you, instead shifting his eyes about food and Greez. Locks of his fluffy, orange hair fell out of place. His long eyelashes looked soft as he gazed down. Faint freckles faded in and out with the shadows. Little divots in his lips were like details of a painting. 

“Well, thanks for breakfast, Greez,” he said. 

“Course, kid.”

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Sleep continued to evade you for three more nights. Your normal mood did not budge nor falter, much to your silent frustration. 

You felt more anxious around Cal than usual. Seeing him made something in your stomach spark and fly around, daring to escape your throat in a series of coughs. His eyes seemed more piercing, skin paler. Easier to catch your eye. His voice rang clearer, muscles seemed more noticeable. It was like he was standing out against your reality now, forcing you to see him. 

This was no fault of his or yours, nor the lack of sleep. It was simply a fit of anxiety that impaled your air and haunted your thoughts. 

You catch the wooden ball in your palm, then throw it back into the air. Laying with an arm behind your head and your other hand in the air, your muscles still feel tense. It wasn’t under the weight of your armor, but the weight of stress. You missed sleep so much. You missed dreaming. 

The next time the ball is caught in your hand, you do not toss it upwards. Instead, the ungloved part of your thumb runs over it subtly. A sigh escapes you as you memorize the swirling pattern within. How could something so small and simple evolve into something so complicated?

Narrowing your eyes slightly, you let your fingers go lax. The ball floats up and away as if on invisible strings, setting itself somewhere on your desk. This did not faze you in the slightest, as it was something small you had been able to do since you were young.

You sit upright. Your eyes flit over to your door as a thought crosses your mind, daring you to answer it.

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“Cal?” you ventured out softly. You did not wish to wake Greez or Cere as well. “I know your awake,” you said. You could feel his presence from the inside of his chest. 

There’s a pause, then the crackling sound of a chair creaking up. Faint footsteps coming closer and closer... finally! The door whizzes open with a beep. Cal’s eyes widen slightly at the sight of you, his lips parting slightly. “You’re awake,” he observes, almost to himself. 

You partly want to make a sarcastic remark, but your relationship truly isn’t comfortable to do that yet. “So are you,” you say in return. Your left fingers pick at its nails, chipping at the black polish. 

Cal is still in his day attire. A hand rustles the harness on his chest, while the other arm leans against the doorway, above his head at the forearm. “Fair enough,” he says nervously, with a small smile and breath. 

“I uh...” you look down, shuffling your boots. You can’t believe the words you’re about to force yourself to say. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Ah, just having one of those nights, huh?” he says with another nervous breath. 

“Yeah,” you mutter. “One of those nights.”

Cal has known somethings been off with you. He can recognize the signs of sleep deprivation, no matter how good you were at hiding it. He can’t remember how many nights he’s spent wide awake, thinking of his old life and his losses. Sometimes it would last for weeks at a time without stealing anything from him, which bothered him to the greatest amount. 

Sleep was precious, though it seemed people like you and him were fated to live without it. It was somewhere between a cruelty and a blessing, resulting in a painful and cursed way to live for long periods of time. 

“I guess I was just bored,” you began to say, though Cal started speaking at the same time. 

“You want somebody to talk to?”

You locked gazes, butterflies fluttering around in your chest. There it was- the anxiousness. It was drumming inside the both of you now. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean-”

“Sorry-”

Your eyes widen further. 

Cal smiles softly, his own chest swelling. “Need someone to talk to?” he repeats kindly. 

“I do,” you nod, your shoulders sinking with his politeness. 

Cal moves out of the way, closing the door behind you as you look around. “Hey BD-1,” you say. The droid beeps and whirls around excitedly, bouncing between legs. 

“Yeah, Buddy. I know,” Cal says. The droid gives a long beep in response, prompting a little smile to cross your lips. “It’ll only be for the night, BD. You can go back to sleep.” The droid whirs again before stilling himself.

“Sorry about him,” Cal offers as he turns to look at you with hands on his hips. “Just gets excited about visitors.”

“No, it’s okay,” you say sincerely. While the anxiety hasn’t left, your heart is warmed by the interaction between BD-1 and Cal.

Cal watches you silently for a moment, examining your details. Part of you is wondering if he can read your thoughts, while the other is concerned he’s mapping out how ugly you actually are.

He shakes his head, remembering himself. “Uh, you can sit anywhere,” he offers, gesturing around.

You glance behind you to Cal’s “bed”. A slab of metal with a comforter and blanket and a pillow, similar to your own. Upon sitting on it, however, you find that his is much comfier. It feels soft on your bum and you wonder how it would feel against the other muscles of your body, if you could get tangled up in it.

“Is something on your mind?” the Jedi asks curiously, his pale eyes gazing into yours. You can’t tell if it’s the shade or not, but they always look like they’re searching for something. No matter who or what they’re looking at. It was, in a word, mesmerizing. 

Then you feel intimidated by him all over again. Cal was a Jedi. The Jedi were good. Your work as a mercenary... often led you down a different path. Cal made you feel guilty, even if he hadn’t done anything too obscene. You’d never killed a child, you’d never killed anyone who didn’t deserve to die. But Cal didn’t kill anyone at all- unless they were servants of the Empire, of course. 

“Nothing,” you said instead, eyes wide to give away your lie. You felt so mesmerized and entranced with the person in front of you, intimidated and unworthy. 

“So you’re up because of nothing?” Cal questions, fingers dancing at their spot on his hips. When you don’t answer, seemingly stuck in between the aquamarine flecks of his Cal’s eyes, he continues his dialogue. “And if I don’t believe you?”

You take control of yourself with a snap. “When have you ever known me to be a liar?” you joke nervously, hoping he doesn’t feel it. You let out a breathy sigh as you speak. 

“Since the moment you came in here,” he says softly. And you think he looks like the most beautiful person in the galaxy. 

You’re at a loss for words again, for multiple reasons. 

“Can I ask you something?” Cal questions. 

Now, it’s not a big deal to ask for permission to do something. Sometimes it’s just a minimal, polite line. But for you, in this particular instance, it means everything. He’s not just saying it to say it, or because it flows nicely. Cal Kestis is asking permission because he actually cares if you’re comfortable with what’s about to happen or not. 

You nod without skipping a beat. 

“What was your life like?” the boy asks. “Before the Empire?”

Cal’s eyes flit down to watch your hands ball into tight fists at your knees. Your sweaty palms burn with the friction. Life before the Empire...? Well, you were young when it came about. 

“I was alone,” you start, looking down and averting your gaze. Nobodies really asked about your childhood before, and the fact that Cal has both asked for permission and the question is almost overwhelming. Such a subtle and simple amount of kindness from the right person, can sometimes grow larger than it should. “I guess I was born on Nal Hutta. I don’t really remember my parents or anything.”

“You were born outside the bounds of the Republic?” Cal asks, almost with disbelief. He steps forward once with urgency. 

“Not everyone has the luxury of being born within it,” you say quietly. 

“What about your parents?” the boy further speaks. 

You take in a breath, your shoulders dropping farther. You look up to meet his gaze again, and you tell him, “I don’t know.”

Cal feels bad for asking. He knew it wasn’t any of his business, but he’d pushed anyway. He should not have brought it up. 

The Jedi can feel your sadness creeping through you. It starts in your chest, right at your heart. From each of the strings, it moves outward like waves on a shore, slowly washing up and away. When it reaches your veins, it spurs faster, making your hands feel cold and your toes wiggle for warmth in your boots. 

“I, uh...” Cal crosses to the bench next to his bed. It’s just to your right, closer to the door and surrounded by some shelves of trinkets. He sits down on it slowly, keeping his eyes away from yours out of guilt. “I didn’t know my parents either. If that helps.”

You peak up at him. A smile a little as you watch the nervous young man. “It doesn’t help, but thanks.”

Cal looks up at you, scared that you’re angry. But you’re smiling! Making a weak attempt at a joke! He lets his lips turn upwards as well, just as soft as your own. 

“What about you?” you venture in return, attempting to ease the awkwardness away. “What was life like before the Jedi?”

Cal sighs out and leans forward, elbows on his knees as he thinks. Then he snaps back upright and moves his head slightly as he talks, in that cute little way that he does. “Can’t say I remember,” he says. “The Jedi took force sensitives when they were young so they could train them before it’s too late.”

“Too late?” you question. The memory of all the times you’d been able to push and pull things away from you pops into your mind, but you usher it away before you think about it too hard. 

“Well, the theory is the older they are, the more difficult they’ll be to train.”

“And you? Were you difficult to train?”

Cal wouldn’t be surprised if someone described him as a brat in his youth, even if he had gone out of his way to avoid that. “I sure hope not,” he admits. 

He snaps his head up after out of fear. His words are like a confession of some kind, and he feels more vulnerable than before. He feels more vulnerable with you now than anybody else, and it’s disturbing because you’re relationship has been so blocked up until this point. 

He knows you feel it too, but you’re smiling softly again because you want to make him feel comfortable. Returning the favor to some degree. “I don’t think you were difficult to train,” you muse. “I bet you were a softie.”

Cal’s smile cracks through, and it’s the realest one he’s given in a while. “So what does that make you? A... a hard-y?”

Your face stills. Your eyes light up and sparkle as a big grin comes over you. The laughter falls from your lips, slipping past the fingers that raised to stop it. It’s musical and full of life, making anyone’s black and white picture of you illuminate like a rainbow and kaleidoscope. 

The redheads smile gets bigger as he watches you. He likes seeing you laugh, and he likes knowing that he’s the one that’s made it possible. You look peaceful and true, even though it’ll only last a few seconds. 

Your chuckle dies down soon enough, but Kestis still wishes it had lasted longer. “Maker, don’t ever use that word again,” you sigh out. Your head rolls back against the wall, giving the Jedi a good view of your throat and jaw. 

“You’re a good man, Cal.” 

Your tone is sincere, and your face is wiped clean as a show of honesty. You continue to gaze up at the ceiling before your eyes roll over to watch him. Cal glances down, and then back up at you. His throat feels dry and parched all of a sudden, for the warmth of your words has the ability to make everything else evaporate. 

Cal’s big, broad shoulders heave up and down once before he speaks. “Am I?”

Your eyes twitch in curiosity, silently urging him to continue as he’s peaked your interest. Of course Cal was a good person. Probably one of the best there was. He was thoughtful and quiet, and had the ability to empathize with anything and everyone. Even when he doubted himself, his insight was valued and made clear. 

Cal continues. “My master died because of me. If I had been better, maybe I could’ve saved him. And sometimes I just... I just think back on it. I get stuck in it. Then I can’t breathe.”

“I thought Jedi couldn’t have emotions,” you said stupidly, half to yourself. 

“We’re not supposed to,” Cal admits. “But sometimes I just feel so-”

You cut him off, just as he’s about to say the word ‘angry’. “To have feelings is to be human, Cal.”

Cal shakes his head, which is still dropped down in disappointment, and the weight of it. “I’m supposed to be better than that.”

“Nobodies better than that, Cal. Truly. If they were, none of us would be here.”

Cal looks up to meet your eyes. The truth in them, the sincerity, the empathy is undeniable. Too many people in the galaxy spread hollow words as easy as air, and maybe you’re one of them. But these words aren’t hollow. You believe them. That’s just about enough credibility and kindness to make anybody woozy with disbelief. 

“Don’t you ever wonder if you’re a good person, too?” he dares to ask. Another bold way of overstepping bounds, but it’s too late and full of darkness to stop either of you. 

Cal feels the weight sink into your stomach. Your eyes drop again. “I think it’s a little late for me to wonder about myself at this point. I already have my answer.”

“I don’t think you’re so bad,” Cal says, without thinking. “I don’t think you’re so bad at all.”

When you look up at him again, it feels like the first time. It feels like what should’ve happened the first time. It feels steady and real, and like if you guys do it right, the time that you guys can fall in love for real. Cal would certainly like to. Would you?

You would. But not now. 

“You’re not so bad either,” you promise softly. And for the next moment, Cal’s eyes don’t leave yours as you form your bond in the dead of night, this time in the right way. 

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*

@omg-we-really-doo @haztory @chokemeanakin @anakinswhore @fanficsforheartandsoul beonuwhg9utwr i can’t remember if this is everyone again. i should make a list. 

#cal kestis #cal-kestis-imagine #cal kestis imagine #cal kestis x reader #cal x reader #cal imagine #star wars x reader #star wars #star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction #cal kestis fanfiction #fanfiction #x reader #imagine #fluff #angst #cal kestis fluff #jedi fallen order #jedi: fallen order #jedi fallen order x reader #jedi fallen order imagine #imagines #cal kestis imagines

[dex-xe]

Ghosts OC (William)

Name: William Benjamin Harley (he/him)

Life: 8th February 1865 - 13th September 1874 (died aged 9 1/2)

Death: He was a farm labourer and died in an industrial farming accident in a field that has now been assimilated into the grounds of Button House.

Looks:

- He has blonde, curly hair and wide blue eyes.

- His skin is pale and covered in freckles and little injuries from both his accident and early incidents (he spent all day working outside with heavy machinery which was dangerous work).

- He has a button nose and a kind of shy smile.

- He wears a long sleeved white, buttoned shirt with brown overalls over the top. All of his clothes are a bit grubby as is his skin.

- He doesn’t wear shoes so his feet are dirty. His right ankle is also injured and he walks with a considerable limp.

Personality:

- He’s very, very quiet and tends not to speak up unless it’s absolutely necessary. However, he does giggle quite a bit at the various antics of the other ghosts.

- He’s quire timid and gets very scared of new people being in the house and relies on the other ghosts to tell him what to do or speak for him in situations.

- But when he gets to know people he can be really friendly and follows his friends around like a puppy.

- He never ever gets loud and even when he is incredibly upset he never makes any kind of noise. He sniffles quietly in his room and tries to hide from everyone else.

- He doesn’t like to be a burden on others which is often to his detriment because even when he needs help he never asks.

Relationships:

- Robin: Robin was the first person to find William even though he’d been dead a number of years by the time they first met. William had seen Robin in the gardens many times since his death but hid every time. He’s slightly wary of Robin’s boisterous behaviour but is generally on good terms with him (he finds it very funny when Robin makes people jump).

- Alison: William really loves Alison. He was so wary of her to begin with because he didn’t quite understand how a living person could see him but now he absolutely loves her. He sits quietly beside Alison while she does the gardening and every single time she touches a plant he tells her the name of it (regardless of how many times she’s been told, Alison always appreciates William participating).

- Mike: Mike is a bit freaked out by the idea of a child ghost but is generally friendly towards his.

- Jemima: William and Jemima have quite a good relationship being the only children in the house and, while Jemima much prefers to be on her own, sometimes she allows William to come sit in the pantry with her and they quietly play with her doll.

- Kitty: Kitty really likes William and basically sees him as a brother. She says a lot about how she always wanted a brother so badly and is thrilled that she has one now. She teaches William to play different games including a lot of old Georgian games.

- Humphrey: William really really likes Humphrey. He walks around with Humphrey’s head a lot and can often be found wandering around with Humphrey in search of his body. William is actually the one who most often reunites the two halves of Humphrey, he takes his body by the hand and leads it over to a piece of furniture, then he climbs up and places Humphrey’s head on his neck. Humphrey then always gives him a hug and helps him down of whichever bed, sofa or table William had climbed onto.

- Thomas: Thomas and William don’t particularly get on. Thomas finds children irritating and thinks they get in the way, he doesn’t speak to William much at all.

- Fanny: Fanny also isn’t particularly affectionate towards William either but does give him praise when he does something well etc.

- Mary: Mary is very protective over William and is constantly issuing unwarranted advice on William’s upbringing.

- Julian: William is very intimidated by Julian (who also finds kids quite irritating). He stays away from William in an unwritten agreement that William stays away from him as well. However, after the Christmas with Mike’s family, he tries to make slightly more of an effort with William by teaching him chess (to make up for his lack of parenting to Rachel).

- Plague Ghosts: The Plague Ghosts terrify William. He refuses to go anywhere near the basement and certainly not alone. On the very few occasions the Plague Ghosts venture upstairs, William runs and hides in his bedroom or cowers behind the Captain (who once encouraged William to shake one of their hands but it really didn’t help his fear).

- Pat: Pat tries soooo hard with William, constantly trying to drag him into participating in clubs and talking more and being around the other ghosts more but William doesn’t respond particularly well to it. Pat had been so excited to find out there was a child ghost at Button House so he could continue his scout work but is consistently disheartened that William finds him much too intense. His parenting/child-raising approach really clashes with William’s personality because he just doesn’t want to participate most of the time.

- The Captain: William adores the Captain. So much. The Captain is very standoffish towards him at first because he finds boisterous children infuriating and likes discipline. But once he realises William is a very good kid who is well-behaved and very sweet, he warms to him quite quickly. He can often be found sat cross-legged in a window seat opposite William patiently teaching him to read from an open newspaper or teaching him the Kings and Queens of England. During film nights and stuff, William sits on the floor beside the Captain and often falls asleep with his head resting against the Captain’s knee, whenever the Captain notices William has dropped of he carefully picks him up and carries him to his room. He’s essentially a dad to William who had never really had one in life.

Random headcanons:

- His ghost power is that his footsteps can be heard by the living, especially if he’s on the floor above the listener (he has a limp resulting from his accident which can be heard quite distinctively).

- William has a bit of an obsession with nursery rhymes or just like little songs and often just wanders the halls singing them but thankfully not quite as creepily as Jemima.

- He can’t read or write but the Captain makes Alison buy like toddler picture books. He makes her tear the pages out of them and tack them individually to the wall so he doesn’t have to rely on Alison to turn the pages when he’s teaching.

- William can very shakily write his own name on the back of Thomas’ letter with the biro from Julian’s inside pocket, everyone is very proud when he shows them all.

- He can do a cartwheel, and Kitty is obsessed with this fact. Every single time the ghosts re outside, she tells him to show her and he even tries to teach her (she still can’t do it). This was actually how Kitty and William bonded when he first died.

- Alison sometimes put on kids tv for him, he doesn’t like watching it for long periods of time but he likes to watch a couple of cartoons in the morning.

- He doesn’t talk about his family, ever. If anyone ever asks, he just goes silent. In fact none of the ghosts know anything about his family, they didn’t work on the farmland with him so they have no idea about them.

So yeah, I’m considering making some kind of fic about some ocs (I’m planning to post a few more like this on here) but yeah lmk what you think :)

#bbc ghosts

[luytenae]

Johnny Joestar Headcanons

So, I was really bored and decided to write about my favorite Jojo, 𝓙𝓸𝓱𝓷𝓷𝔂! This is a mix of headcanons with some canon stuff.

So, here we go!

✰ Johnny was that typical doll-like perfect baby: curly blond hair, pale skin, pink cheeks, little freckles and big blue eyes that followed everything with curiosity. The clothes he used to wear also helped to mantain that look: in the Victorian era, babies from wealthy families used to wear dresses with plenty of ruffles, laces, ribbons, buttons and frills -no matter their sex- and bonnets. Nowadays he still has freckles; although not that many. They’re mostly on his cheeks and arms.

✰As we know, Johnny is the youngest of two brothers (being Nicholas 5 years older tan him). This, plus the fact that he also looked really fragile, made his mother really over-protective of him. This was usually seen as Johnny’s being Anne’s favorite, but she only wanted to protect his youngest son. The way his mom treated him made Johnny a shy, yet kind, child. That kindness made him adopt Danny, as well as taking care of Slow Dancer even if he knew that she was old and almost ruthless.

✰ His hair gets wavy in humid weather. When he was a child his hair was a curly mess after taking baths, but now it simply curls in soft waves, which he tries to straighten as much as possible.

✰He was born in Danville, Kentucky; so he has a heavy Southern accent. But since the Joestar family used to constantly travel to Britain -and actually lived there for some years-, Johnny added some British idioms to his vocabulary, thus resulting in a funny combo of British slang said in heavy Southern accent.

✰He grew up in a wealthy family -his father was tied to aristocracy, and also was a famous racer and breeder, having won the Triple Crown seven times and owning farms to breed racing horses-, so he’s a little bit of a spoiled brat sometimes. This status also made him picky over certain things, like food or baths.

✰Johnny was educated to be a “British gentleman” and, even if his own personality sometimes makes him fail at it, he still tries to behave as polite as possible. One habit that stayed with him was the one to note everything down, showing off his fine calligraphy and his accountant skills. The Joestar kid also knows Latin and Greek, as he was schooled. He even went to Oxford for a short period of time.

✰Johnny has never been fond of dark colours; he has always preferred to dress up in light ones. Luckily, they suit him.

✰Since he was a child, he has proved to be very perceptive of his surroundings, as well as being able to read the mood quite easily. Johnny is also good at focusing, what makes him a really good shooter -probably hunting would have been one of his hobbies, if he wasn’t kind and compassionate-. He has proved to being able to shoot at little and/or moving targets, even if firing from odd angles and perspectives.

✰Johnny loved his mother, and would try to follow her everywhere like a duckling would follow its mother. It wasn't surprising that his first words were "mama". His next word was "horsie", and would enthusiastically say it as he pointed to the horses in the fields when the family decided to take a walk around the farm.

✰In the Victorian era, it was common for toddlers to rarely be in contact with their parents; as they were mostly raised by a nanny. He did have a nanny -whom he loved deeply-, but his mother was still around at all times; she was always there for him. Despite breaking this usual thing, he was indeed raised to be like the stereotypical Victorian child: proper, polite and quiet.

✰The youngest Joestar loved to visit the horses in the family farms, enjoying their company. His fondness for these animals evolved into his skills as a jockey; as he also is well-versed in equine science.

✰Johnny was five when he first rode a horse, and his father quickly considered him a genius. The young boy quickly started to believe this as an irrefutable truth, his ego beginning to grow. Although he indeed is a genius with plenty of skills that allow him to ride across many types of terrain, or even challenge fellow genius jockey -ahem, Diego Brando-; having such a big ego ended up wounding him.

✰Even if George did praise his early horse-riding skills, the rest of Johnny’s childhood was marked by a strained relationship with him. His father was unnecessarily severe, to the point of physically punishing Johnny. He also favored Nicholas immensely, belittling the younger one with constant comparisons. After Nicholas’ death, George was convinced that “God had taken the wrong son” and took out his sadness and rage on Johnny. This cruel behaviour caused Johnny great pain, and an enormous feeling of inferiority.

✰Anne's death was a big shock for the youngest Joestar. He felt like he had lost the only support he had in the family; his mother would comfort him after his father scolds and punishments. She also happened to die a short time before Nick's accident. Johnny was 9 when his brother died; and around 7-8 when Anne died. His father cruel behaviour towards Johnny hurt him, and the little boy was upset because he didn't entirely comprehend why his mom wasn't coming back.

✰The only one who calls him by his full name -Jonathan- is his father, and he despises it. Nowadays, hearing his full name triggers something on him, reacting with some kind of fear. He was used to listen to his father call him only to point out his mistakes and scold him; so hearing “Jonathan” makes him have that kind of reaction.

✰He is a magnificent horse tamer, as seen with Slow Dancer: the horse was introduced as wild and ruthless, but she warmed up to Johnny, to the point of helping him get on her by hoisting him and rolling him down his neck and into the saddle.

✰After his father disowned him and threw him out of the Joestar household, Johnny, in shock, decided to shut himself off. With this, he also created a vain and narcissistic facade in order to hide the sadness this rejection caused him.

✰He tried to take Black Rose -Nicholas’ horse- with him when he was disowned.

✰After he was disowned, when Father’s Day arrived, Johnny used to spend the day in a sour mood, secluded and probably drinking, trying to forget his lame childhood.

✰With his pride harmed, he decided to prepare for the Kentucky Derby, winning it at the age of 16. He made it out of spite, trying to prove his father wrong and growing his own ego; maybe he couldn’t defeat Diego back in the UK, but he won the Derby. He still believes that winning the Derby was his greatest accomplisment.

✰When he was shot and paralyzed, Johnny felt his own pride crushing him: everything he showed off suddeny vanished. Unable to ride again, the horse-riding promise fell into oblivion; he lost all the friends and respect he had earned as a jockey. No one came to visit, leaving him behind; even his own father disappeared from his life, not even visiting him in the hospital. For that, Johnny is used to being abandoned: he forces himself to not get attached to anyone, since he believes that they’ll probably leave him.

✰During his stay in the hospital, the nurses used to dose him with morphine. They did it in order to shut him up –the poor boy was in terrible pain-, but for that, he got addicted to morphine. Luckily, it was only for a short time, since he managed to get clean several months after leaving the hospital.

✰Due to having such a big ego, now his past glory crushes him. He hates how he lost everything in such a pathetic way; but also believes he deserves it.

✰Surprisingly, his arms and chest are really strong; because he is always using them to crawl around and to lift himself.

✰Due to his light complex and weight, he is terribly ticklish.

✰He is a Christian, and believes in Fate and karma, but in a kind of wretched way. Johnny believes that, throughout the years, Fate itself was taking revenge on him for his misdeeds; and that he deserved every misfortune he received. His obsession with the Corpse showed his obsession with karma too, and how he wanted to reset it to a neutral state, paying off his negative debt. His beliefs in Fate explains his lack of confidence and constant panic of losing everything, since he firmly believes that Fate could at any moment take away his hopes.

✰Johnny has depression and, for this, a lack of confidence. He considers himself a useless person, a burden, and unworthy of love. This gloomy perspective of life came from his youth, making him a pessimistic man.

✰TW//suicide. He has considered -and tried- to commit suicide; but he couldn’t. He claims that it’s because he’s a “coward that hates pain, and doesn’t have the balls to finish everything”; but, deep down, it’s because he holds on to even the smallest hope.

✰TW//self harm. He has several scars: the ones on his arms are smaller, and were self-inflicted -self-harm and suicide attempts-. He also has some scars on his legs, caused by wounds he got by trying to stand up, walk and ride; but the biggest scar is the one covering half his back, as a memento from the accident. The bullet left a mark, surgery made it ugly, and the abuse he endured during his stay in the hospital made it worse. Therefore, he now is ashamed and self-concious of his back.

✰Seeing his legs makes him feel weak, and he hates that. He also despises feeling as defenceless as when someone picks him up to carry him without his consent. He truly hates feeling powerless, and it also makes him incredibly angry -and lowkey sad-. He can only tolerate this if it’s someone who he deeply trusts and knows, and only if he has asked for it.

✰At first, he wouldn’t let anyone touch neither his legs nor his back; but after warming up a little, he would tolerate caresses and gentle pats.

✰He also hates when people look at him with sorrow or as if they were pitying him. He may be disabled, but he’s still perfectly capable of plenty of things. Usually, he will reject any kind of help as politely as possible, but his anger will show.

✰Meeting Gyro made him throw away his harsh facade. At first, he was uncaring of everyone else save himself, only maintaining a polite but cold demeanour towards people he met; but Gyro’s influence made Johnny slightly more friendly.

✰ Gyro also made a great impact in Johnny’s perspective of life; not all of a sudden, but in gradual steps. The Italian man gave him hope, helped him to knock out his lack of confidence, gave him some assurance and optimism and also was genuinely nice to him, making Johnny grateful for meeting him. He treasures their relationship deeply.

✰Johnny doesn’t belittles Slow Dancer for being old, as he knows that she has plenty of experience as a Racing horse, and plenty of stamina. He truly knows his mare, possessing great knowledge of her: he knows and perceives her abilities and limits, and is able to predict what Slow Dancer will be capable of. They have grown quite close to each other, and she ocasionally nudges and licks him gently. Johnny loves this.

✰Sometimes, to kill some time, he and Gyro will exchange curses and slang in their respective languages. Gyro finds American sayings strange.

✰Gyro and Johnny had a hard time understanding each other in the beginning of their relationship: the older man had a thick Italian accent, and Johnny had to decipher what the hell was he trying to say. After a while, they grew used to each other's accents, but Gyro still made fun of Johnny's.

✰ His determination doesn’t waver, despite having failed several times. Johnny focuses on his goals, and puts them above anything else. He is also willing to endure severe wounds in order to reach them. And if you also add his stuborness…

✰The man is REALLY stubborn. If he wants to get something, he WILL, no matter what. If he has to, he will be violent or kill his opponents. This is called as “dark determination flickering in his eyes”, indicating a ruthlessness which would make Johnny able to kill in cold-blood. For this, he may seem amoral and selfish, even extending this to the interest of his loved ones. Yet he isn’t truly amoral, protecting defenceless people and taking damage to protect the ones he cares about.

✰He’s rather impulsive and hot-headed, which makes him take action as soon as possible. Sometimes, he might end up regretting not thinking BEFORE acting.

✰ Johnny would do anything for his loved ones:

Even if he’s afraid of his father, he has always tried his hardest to live up to his expectations.

He loved Nicholas deeply and looked up to him as an idol, and blames himself for his death. After he died, he became guilt-ridden, believing that his brother’s death was his own fault and that he should have died instead.

He was willing to abandon the Corpse Parts he had to save Gyro.

(JOJOLION SPOILERS!) When Rina was struck with the Rock Disease, Johnny stole the Corpse to make it transfer the disease away from her, not caring who would receive it and suffer in her place. But when the disease transfered to his son, he healed him by transfering it to himself, dying in order to save his wife and son.

✰He’s the CEO of being done with everyone’s bullshit. He’s angry 85% of the time, and usually cries out of anger.

✰ He’s also a sarcastic little shit. Any stupid questions you make him will be answered with his fine sarcasm.

✰He’s HORNY! This is shown with his bug bite fetish and the fact that he has been involved in at least one threesome. He doesn’t mind empty sex either -as he slept with several girls who came to him only for his fame-. He’s also bisexual.

✰When it comes to affection, he prefers to show his emotions through actions. For him, they speak louder.

✰Regarding to affection, Johnny will deny it; but he is touch-starved. The man really loves hugs and physical contact. He likes to hold on tight and get as close as posible. Since he doesn’t usually speak out loud his emotions, he will show them physically. However, he would rather be held, feeling loved and protected.

✰He feels guilty when someone falls in love with him, since he believes he’s not worthy of happiness nor love. He tends to think that he’s making them waste their time on him, when they could be with someone who could provide them with what they deserve. He can’t help but compare himself to others, belittling himself.

✰When he has a crush, he will do anything to deny it. He doesn’t want to admit how someone began to be so important to him, and is afraid that “Fate” might take them away from him. If he has to avoid them, he will; just to get away and not face his feelings.

✰George does reconcile with Johnny, and feels ashamed of how he treated his own son. He claims to be proud of him now, and even gives Johnny Nicholas’ boots. At first Johnny was resentful and wasn’t planning on forgiving him, since he believed that his father was only coming back for his recovered fame. After a couple weeks he decided against that, forgiving George and honouring him by naming his only son after him.

✰Nicholas’ boots were one of his most beloved possessions, and were passed down as a family relic.

✰If Rina had allowed him to name their daughter, he would have called her Anne, in honour to his mother.

✰In Japan, the Joestar-Higashikata family lived in a farm. Although the place is designed in the Japanese traditional way, Johnny couldn't help but give it some Western touches, specifically to the barns. These ones were designed to be as similar as the ones his father had in Britain and Danville. It made Johnny nostalgic, but in a gentle and warm way; he purposefully made them like that, so he could remember his roots.

✰They were quite wealthy: not only for the Higashikata's fruit business, but also for Johnny's connection with the Japanese government.

✰As a horse-riding teacher, his pupils loved and respected him deeply. Johnny liked discipline -as he took his profession seriously-, but was also very kind to them, treating them with the respect he never received.

✰Obviously, he taught his children to ride as early as possible.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #johnny joestar #steel ball run

[charmed-asylum]

The Partners

This isn’t you typical love story.... This is far much more 

Summery: Finn Cox had everything boy would ever dream of a hot cheerleader girlfriend, love by everyone, and caption of his hockey team. So why is since Camille Dawson step into his life he starting to have second thoughts about everything. 

FYI: Here is a preview of a little love story to warm your heart in the cold of winter. If you wanna read more let me know if you hate it let me know. Get comfortable grab a cup of hot coco and enjoy. xoxo - Charmed - Asylum 

tagged: @weapinggwillowss @nottherightseason @strangerfictions​

** feeling a bit left out want in for the ride well just ask. More the merrier** 

                          +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

2015

I look out again to the street,what to say . WHAT THE FUCK AM I GONNA SAY.  Maybe that’s my problem. YOU GOTTA SAY SOMETHING BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE.

Let me be clear . Be honest with myself and with you. This isn’t gonna be that moment I run out in the rain and throw some shit around and she comes running. No. Maybe if I wasn’t such an ass and didn’t hurt her again. How stupid can I be to do that, again. This isn’t some love story some yuppie bull shit story. Life never like that. Two people didn’t just meet and then it was happy ever after. No it wasn’t like that. Maybe this is the reason why. Perhaps it’s things like that has people disappointed. Because reality isn’t like that. At the end of the day people really only dream and wish that they at least have a moment like this. And for some that moment last a lifetime. I look back into the rear view mirror and imagine you that first day. That was when that moment started for us, 4 period Sociology.

2011

He walked into the school with a sense of pride. Everyone gosh over and even ivy him. All the boys wanted to either be friends or be him. The girls well almost all of them wanted him and the ones that didn’t choose him as their pass. He was immune by it all. Yeah he enjoyed the attention but it felt safe normal. People around the school called him trophy boy. Another thing that didn’t faze him. They all love and knew Finn.

The teacher, young long strawberry red hair pale with freckles and green eyes, came in right after the bell. She was in a rush as for her skirt wasn't on the right way. She looked at the class and wrote her name,Ms. Milton. Finn looks at her as she calls out everyone name. He glances to his side. His boys was sleeping of course. Trying to catch up from last night's party. Then he turned back to his estranged girlfriend, Nikkei who was texting who ever. " Okay class. So because your teacher left for maternity. I will be taking over. The rest of the semester. I calculated all she has done and the rest will be easy and fun but only if you work hard" Ms. Milton started to say.

He could not even think about class his mind was way to busy thinking about practice and making out with Nikkei later. " Lastly before the bell rings . I believe in teaching and testing a person different. For the last couple of weeks I ask you to come see me and do a questionnaire which I then decided to make groups of two. You and your partner would do a project for the end of our weeks together. Based on what you learn in the class. It simple paper which one could do. Then a presentation. This whole thing would be worth a good 50% of your grade" Ms. Milton says. She started to read the names of the partners.

He lean back and look at the ceiling while the name was being read. " Last but not least this one I really can't wait to see. Finn Cox and Camille Dawson" she said looking around the class for the two. Finn was confused and caught off guard . He looked around to figure who his partner was. The name why did it sound so familiar.Then there it was the look. There she was sitting in front of the classroom. Staring right at him with her dark brown Bambi eyes. As if she was in a trance. The bell ring but she didn't move. Finn looks away then glanced back. She was by the teacher now. Talking. Finn quickly got his stuff and went. He stop before leaving and glance back to her. She was about five two had on baggy clothes. That was two sizes big. Complaining trying to get out of it. No the teacher said. Camille shook her head yes and walk right past him. He could not figure why he knew her name. Why it felt so familiar.

Sitting on the cafeteria table with Nikkei between his legs. He looks at her. "Remember class. How Milton was all hyper and shit. Do you know anything about my partner, Camille" he said looking at her. Nikkei smile and started to laugh. " That loser. The mute teacher pet wet dream" she said polishing her nails. Kevin sitting across from Nikkei smile. " I had her in my math class last year when she came here. She is smart. Got me a B+. Would of probably got an A-  but I kept using my homework paper for my weed. And I heard that once during gym class. Couple guys saw her in her bathing suit. Man" he says holding his hands up to pretend to be a pair of boobs. Finn shake his head in disbelief. Her name. He knew he was missing something but what.

By the time he got home his dad was in the living room watching college sports drinking a Bud Light. " Finn you home" a voice said from the kitchen. Finn smiles and goes towards the voice. A woman in her early forties with shoulder length brown hair stood by the kitchen counter cutting up potatoes . He came in and kiss her on the check. " What up mom" he says grabbing some potato chips. She smiled and mess up his hair. " You know I don't ever like that question. Taking it day by day" she said drinking some tea. He look at her. " School was good. That's what you're wondering right. Practice was same. Coach up my grill about being a better leader. What you know.  Then put me on ice when I do what he ask. Oh yeah some teacher gave me some big project worth 50% ma. With a ghost writer as a partner"he said mouth full of chips. She smiled. She always wanted better for him especially a better girlfriend. After a little bit time pass he went to his room passing his dad still sitting down watching sports. With one thing now on his mind who is Camille.

#ya fiction #ya love story #romance #ya romance #short story #the partners #high school #finn #camille #love #teen fiction #teenage angst #jock #outsider #chicklit #newadult #college #writeblr #preview #sneakpeek #sneakpeak

[archangel-icarus]

icarus | bnha oc info

▸ ʙ ᴀ s ɪ ᴄ ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ◂

基本情報

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∥ ғɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.

michael

マイケル

maikeru

∥ ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.

harris

ハリス

harisu

∥ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ.

their mother actually chose the name. michael is of hebrew origin and means "who is like god". michael is also the name of an archangel in the bible.

the last name harris on the other hand, is of anglo-saxon descent meaning "son of harry". harry being a derivation of henry which means "home-ruler".

∥ ᴀʟɪᴀsᴇs.

god - michael does not have a god complex and has been called a god under ironic circumstances. they are a tad cocky in nature and finds the nickname mildly amusing.

micha - a more or less gender neutral name that they tend to use on occasion. they primarily use this nickname when around friends or classmates.

baby/baby face - this adorable nickname refers to the fact that michael has a somewhat soft yet androgynous appearance, looking both masculine and feminine all at once. there is also the fact that when around those close to them, michael may act childish.

∥ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀᴄᴇ.

human ; white

∥ ᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀsɪɢɴ.

sixteen (16) ; sagittarius - as a sagittarius, michael is bold and truthful. they tend to say whatever it is on their mind, even if it may hurt.

∥ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ.

5'7 (170.18 cm) ; 126 lbs (57.13 kg)

∥ sᴇx ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ.

male ; genderfluid

∥ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

panromantic homosexual

∥ sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs.

upperclass

∥ ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴs.

first year at UA (transferred from an American school with the help of their father)

∥ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ.

los angeles, california, united states

∥ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ.

musutafu, japan

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関係 ∥ 家族 ∥ 友達

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∥ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.

carolyn was their mother's name. michael barely remembers her face but is aware that they are a near spitting image of her. she disappeared when they were young and hadn't been found since. their father rarely ever talks about her as a result. she was the only parent with a 'real' quirk, which had both of her arms transform into dove-like wings.

∥ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ.

michael's father, samuel, has a quirk that allowed him to turn his fingers into writing tools such as pens or pencils. he never saw it as a real quirk per se seeing as he looked up to those with flashy quirks. like all people, he fell in love. however, he grew distant and cold towards his wife not long after michael was born. he has a great dislike towards michael as a result but tries to make things work when out in public with them.

❝ it's not that i don't know how to cry. I just can't cry in front of other people. ❞

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基本情報

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∥ ϙᴜɪʀᴋ ᴇɴʜᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs.

their shoulders and upper back appears more or less defined as the result of their wings when they manifest.

∥ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ.

static p on youtube

∥ sᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ.

fair toned with a porcelain-esque appearance. they are clean of acne for the most part and there is no signs of any facial hair (with the exception of eyebrows and eyelashes).

∥ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴀᴘᴇ.

michael has golden yellow doe eyes. their eyes have also been described as being doll-like, naturally round in shape.

∥ ғᴀᴄɪᴀʟ sʜᴀᴘᴇ.

they have well defined features. during their youth, michael had been described as looking like a real life angel which gradually evolved into them having the appearance of a greek god or statue. their overall facial shape is a heart.

∥ ɴᴏsᴇ sʜᴀᴘᴇ.

they have what is called a celestial nose shape which remains unaffected by the use of their quirk.

∥ ʟɪᴘ sʜᴀᴘᴇ.

a natural pink color that matches the faint blush that dusts their features from time to time. the shape of them overall is what could be considered wide.

∥ ʜᴀɪʀsᴛʏʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ.

pale blond hair that falls a bit past their shoulders, grazing their shoulder blades. the hair itself is naturally in loose waves and appears thicker than in actuality.

∥ ғᴀᴄɪᴀʟ ʜᴀɪʀ.

n/a

∥ ᴇᴀʀ sʜᴀᴘᴇ.

they have average sized ears that aren't physically affected by their quirk but their hearing is heightened during the period of which they have their wings out.

∥ ɴᴀɪʟ ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ.

their nails are pristine and almost always clean, whether they have a clear coat or painted nails. however, they tend to get nervous or antsy at times which result in them biting at their thumbnails.

∥ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ.

ectomorph

∥ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴍᴀʀᴋs ᴏʀ sᴄᴀʀʀɪɴɢ.

they have a few freckles dotted about their figure, most of them being located on their shoulders and stomach.

∥ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs ᴏʀ ɪɴᴋ.

they have no piercings or tattoos but michael always enjoys joking about having a tramp stamp and willing to 'prove it'

∥ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs.

n/a

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特徴

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∥ ʟɪᴋᴇs.

they enjoy the energy that comes with social events and being around other people. michael is also seen frequenting local thrift shops and anything vintage.

∥ ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs.

michael despises having to sit still and any quiet places. they also dislike anything too frilly or poofy. that and the feeling of velvet.

∥ ʜᴀʙɪᴛs.

they bite their thumbnails when nervous or antsy. michael also has the tendency to tug at their sleeves, hair, or hands when talking or standing.

∥ ᴘᴇᴛ ᴘᴇᴇᴠᴇs.

disorganized spaces and when people completely miss the trash or recycling bin.

∥ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ sᴄʜᴇᴍᴇs.

warm colors, golden or toasted. primarily yellows, oranges, and browns. also a soft, pastel blue, kind of like the sky.

∥ ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄs.

generally the 50s or 90s when talking about eras. fragrances would be the air when it's about to rain or warm blankets and sheets. lilies and sunflowers would best suit them.

∥ ғᴇᴀʀs.

the future, actually sitting down and thinking about what they would be like a year from now, two or five, maybe a decade from now. those thoughts never end in a purely positive way so they tend to push them away as much as possible.

∥ ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀ·s.

the fear of love (or falling in love) phobia is known as philophobia. The word originates from greek “filos” which means 'loving or beloved'. individuals who suffer from this phobia fear romantic love or forming emotional attachments of any sort.

∥ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛs.

the feeling of velvet or the general feeling of suffocating in awkward situations.

∥ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛs.

touch. whether it be the brief brush of a hand or a full on bear hug, michael needs physical contact.

∥ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇs.

stability in an emotional sense. michael needs the reassurance that their friends and loved ones are with them for the right reasons. they yearn for as much physical contact as possible.

❝ when I say I am okay, i expect someone to take one good look at me...and realize i'm not. ❞

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詳細

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∥ ϙᴜɪʀᴋ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.

owl wings

∥ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴏʀ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.

the archangel hero : icarus

there's nothing too fancy about the reasoning behind the name. the greek story their heri name is reference to tells the story of the son of daedalus who to escape imprisonment flies by means of artificial wings but falls into the sea and drowns when the wax of his wings melts as he flies too near the sun.

∥ ϙᴜɪʀᴋ ᴛʏᴘᴇ.

transformation

∥ ϙᴜɪʀᴋ ʀᴀɴɢᴇ.

close to mid-range

∥ ᴀɢᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ.

michael was roughly four (4) years of age when their quirk manifested. they were in their backyard with their aunt, who was tossing them up into the air 'like a bird'. they kept making various bird noises as a joke when a pair of owl wings sprouted from their shoulder blades. both michael and their aunt were startled but they were also excited to 'actually be a bird'.

∥ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴜsᴇʀs.

their mother has a set of dove wings and hawks has a similar quirk but the difference being that michael's wings aren't connected to them via their mind/telepathy and they are unable to 'fly'.

∥ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ/ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ϙᴜɪʀᴋ.

the user is able to manifest a pair of owl wings near their shoulder blades that spread out and covers their arms in an almost shield when brought together. the user must also wait from anywhere to twenty-five (25) seconds to a full minute for the wings to fully form and spread out.

∥ ϙᴜɪʀᴋ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs.

they are able to slow their fall by spreading out their arms and perform a sort of gliding action.

∥ ϙᴜɪʀᴋ ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs.

michael's wings aren't strong enough to grant them the ability to fly. there is the possibility of flight in the future with more training.

∥ ᴅʀᴀᴡʙᴀᴄᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴍɪᴛs.

if the user is drenched/soaked with the wings present, they will be unable to retract them until dried off. as previously stated, the user is unable to fly but can glide to lessen their fall.

∥ ᴄᴏsᴛᴜᴍᴇ.

∥ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟɪsᴇᴅ ᴇϙᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ.

the material that covers michael's shirt/top is made with special fabric that allows their wings to manifest without ripping or tearing.

∥ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ sᴛʏʟᴇ.

they have a mixed combat style which fluctuates between offense and defense depending on the current situation. their years of taking ballet classes during their childhood helps as well in terms of agility and flexibility. to describe their actual way of combat would be a combination of dance (ballet and breakdancing being the main inspiration) and martial arts.

∥ sᴛᴀɢᴇs.

not necessarily unless you count the minute or so it takes for the wings to fully form.

∥ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴᴇʀs ᴍᴏᴠᴇsᴇᴛ.

the user is able to summon their wings as well as put them away.

∥ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴍᴏᴠᴇsᴇᴛ.

they are now able to hover in place roughly two (2) feet or about sixty (60) centimeters off the ground for at most fifteen (15) minutes. if michael was to leap off of something a bit taller then they could hover at a higher height but for half the time.

they are currently working on flight but have succeeded at gliding from building to building with a running start.

∥ ʟɪɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴡᴏʀᴋ.

michael knows that not everyone can be a hero but they sure as hell can try and achieve it. they are in class 1B at ua but also is fine with becoming a sidekick.

#bnha oc #oc info #ooc post

[pingo1387]

Stolen

10 Days of LawLu  Day 10: Free Day 

I couldn’t decide what to do for this, so here’s chapter 1 of an AU LawLu fic I’m working on where Law is a selkie. Enjoy and let me know if you have questions! 

The spotted seal let himself be washed ashore and waddled farther on the cool sand and rocks until the ocean’s waves could not touch him. He soon stopped by a stone half his length in height and raised himself so he rested upon it.

In a smooth motion, the stomach of the seal split open and the head of the seal bent back, transforming the skin into a marvelous fur coat covering a human figure. His hair was untamed and dark (kept shorter than his shoulders with sharpened stones), his skin marbled so like the seal’s fur, and his cool eyes held the ocean.

The figure laid the fur coat upon the sand with gentle hands before resting on the rock, staring up at the glimmering stars. He would soon go to sleep, but his eyes as a seal were poor above water. 

The thin bear with the long tail, he knew that one—an eavesdropped conversation had helped him spot it in the sky.

The fish. The rock. The sun. The other fish.

He yawned, a faint squeak coming from his throat, and brought his legs up to his chest, resting his head on his knees and staring at the bluff while picking at his skin. The area was blocked off by a cliff, with only a winding, gentle path humans rarely traversed.

Soon he looked to the water. He slid off his rock and crawled back to it, reaching a hand out, but of course the water was frigid and he pulled away with a shudder. He went to the coat and slipped it on, pulling its hood of the seal’s head over his own.

The coat closed, transforming the figure back into a seal as he fell to the sand. He waddled towards the sea once more and rolled beneath the waves, intending to swim about the shelf before sleep overcame him.

During the day, he would oft climb out of his sealskin coat to rest on the beach, and to sing—of course, he could not sing with such a voice the sealskin carried.

The songs he sang he would create on his own, wordless melodies carrying themselves out to sea, throbbing of solitude and the ocean’s depths . . . but sometimes he would sing a song he’d heard years ago, a human song which had stuck to him, and this, too, would float across the waves, if only with the one verse he knew.

On this foggy day, after a period of rest, he looked to the ocean and began singing this song in a slow fashion.

“Faintly as tolls the evening chime . . . our voices keep tune and our oars keep time . . . soon as the woods on shore look dim . . . we’ll sing at St. Anne’s our parting hymn. . . . Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast . . . the rapids are near, and the daylight’s past . . .”

“. . . The rapids are near, and the daylight’s past!”

He nearly jumped out of his second skin and he whipped around, baring his teeth.

“Geez, you were singing that way too slow.” The figure in the mist approached him until they were face-to-face, bared teeth to uncaring grin, unruly hair to unruly hair, suspicious stormy eyes to warm smooth ones.

“I’m Luffy,” the person (for it was a person) added, sitting on a rock. “Who’re you?”

A hesitant pause. “I’m . . . called Law.”

“Neat.” Luffy looked Law up and down and frowned. “You must be cold, eh? Did someone take off with your clothes?”

“I don’t have any,” Law said, voice cool.

“Why?”

“I don’t need any.”

Luffy tilted his head. “Oh, you’re one of those guys who doesn’t feel the cold, eh? I get it.” He grinned again. “Suit yourself, or don’t! I won’t stare.”

He turned his gaze to the misty ocean. Law still stared at him with narrowed eyes, his shoulders hunched, though his lips covered his teeth again.

“Do you come here a lot?” Luffy asked after a minute, tapping his feet. “I’ve never seen you in town.”

“I do. Why did you come here?”

“I thought the ocean would look pretty today, but it’s hard to see,” Luffy explained. He laughed. “I guess you wouldn’t come to the town a lot if you don’t have any clothes, eh? That explains it! Where do you live?”

“That’s not your business.”

Luffy glanced at him. “Okay.”

Law stood and hobbled to another part of the beach, needles and knives striking his legs, until Luffy was obscured by the mist. He sat on another rock, tucking his legs sideways under him and looking away.

“Where’d you go?”

Law stood again with a struggle and limped away, his feet heavy with weakness and caution (it is awful to walk on a rocky beach even if one has shoes and strong legs, after all).

Luffy wandered in the fog, looking around. “Hey, Law guy? Where’d you go?”

His foot hit something soft and he paused, kneeling to check.

“Whoa . . .”

He picked up the sealskin coat and examined it, grinning. “Neat!”

It was taller than him, the bottom spilling on the ground. He held it with both arms, weighing it.

“Hey, Law guy?” he called in the general direction Law had gone. “This doesn’t belong to you, does it? I mean, you said you didn’t have any clothes, right?”

Silence. Law had heard the shout, but not what was said, and had chosen to ignore Luffy.

“Okay,” Luffy called. “I’m taking this! I’m gonna go! Bye!”

He slung the coat over his shoulders, looked around, and went the way he’d come, whistling.

Law rested on his new rock, cheeks squished in his hands as he stared at the sea. He no longer felt like singing, but watching the ocean was always comforting. Seafoam crested the gentle waves, which glided across the water with splashes and rocking, lapping upon the beach to ensure the sand wouldn’t dry.

Luffy had stopped calling for him, and the silence was blissful. Where he had gone Law didn’t know and didn’t care, pleased as he was to have the beach back to himself.

Over the hour, the afternoon sun burned away the mist, clearing some of the humidity but not warming the air enough to keep shivers from coming into Law’s form. Law looked around the beach, making sure Luffy was gone before he began crawling back to his original spot.

“Where . . . ?” he murmured, looking around.

A creeping dread filled him as he looked around everywhere for his sealskin coat, even standing at one point to get a better vantage point. But it was nowhere to be seen among the sand, the rocks, or the waves, and Law knelt, shaking in disbelief.

Where had it gone? It was too far from shore for the waves to have stolen it, and he was the only one there—

His face darkened.

“Him,” he snarled through clenched teeth. That man, that Luffy, had stolen his sealskin, just like in the stories—

Law’s arms trembled by his sides as he tried to think things through. If that man had taken his coat with the intent to imprison him . . . he would be back sooner or later, to blackmail Law into coming with him. And when he did, when Law was forced to come to and stay at the man’s house . . . he would kill him and steal his sealskin back.

Law sat upon a rock and gazed out to sea, already envisioning swimming under the sea, as he was so compelled to do.

Luffy opened his door with his foot, whistling as he entered with the coat over his shoulder. He came into his kitchen to find he already had a guest sitting at his table, tapping her fingers.

“Hi, Nami!” Luffy exclaimed. “What’re you doing here?”

“Lock your doors, for god’s sake,” Nami snapped, orange hair falling about a pale freckled face as she looked up. “I came to bring your mail, because you weren’t home to pick up a letter, so the postman brought it to me.”

Luffy grinned. “Hey, thanks! You’re real nice!”

“I’m not your caretaker! Anyway, I expect a fee later.” She eyed the coat Luffy carried. “What is that?”

Luffy laid it on the table. “Isn’t it cool? I found it on the beach!”

Nami stood, coming around to examine it. She traced her fingers over the fur, eyes wide.

“Luffy, this is a fur coat,” she said, voice touched with awe. “A sealskin coat. You just found this lying around?”

“Yeah,” Luffy said. “And there was a weird naked guy there, but I asked him if he knew about it and he didn’t say anything.”

Nami bent down, examining the spotted fur. She ran her fingers down the arms and peered at the insides.

“I’ve never seen such a perfect coat,” she said in wonder. “It’s so clean, and there’s no seams or fraying—there’s something about it, too—” She looked to Luffy. “Let me sell this, Luffy! It has to be worth twice, no, three times a market-price fur coat—!”

“I found it,” Luffy protested.

Nami smiled. “Well, of course I’ll be taking a cut for the mail fee and for selling it, but you’ll get thirty per cent of the profit.”

“Forty?”

“Thirty-five.”

“Deal!”

Nami lifted the coat from the table, cradling it like a holy object. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” she promised. “I’ll need to go into the next town over, they always give the best prices—and I swear, if I can get in here without picking the lock, I will be having words with you—”

“Yeah, okay!” Luffy exclaimed. “Good luck!”

He got the door for her as she carried the skin outside, intending to hitch a ride on a buggy. He watched her go until she was out of sight before shutting the door again and going back to the kitchen.

“Ooh, letter from grampa,” he said, picking up the envelope Nami had graciously delivered. He opened it to find some cash, and skimmed the contents to find it was an announcement of retirement. He shrugged and put away the letter, shoving it next to the breadbox, and went to his couch, flopping onto the cushions.

That evening, once Luffy had woken up from his nap quite confused and muddled (as naps are prone to cause confusion and muddling) and eaten a sorry dinner of bread and meat slices (trying to cook proper meals had resulted in the burns on the walls and floor), he settled back on the couch, reading the newspaper upside-down and letting his mind wander.

“Faintly as tolls the evening chime,” he sang idly, “our voices keep tune and our oars keep time! Soon as the woods on shore look grim, we’ll sing at St. Anne’s our parting hymn! Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, the rapids are near, and the daylight’s past! The rapids are near and the . . .”

He paused, remembering why he’d had that song stuck in his head in the first place.

“That Law guy,” he mumbled to himself, throwing the newspaper aside. “He couldn’t still be there, right . . . ? Nah, that’s dumb. It’s so cold outside.”

He looked out the window at the setting sun.

“Maybe . . .”

Law shivered, clutching a sharp stone between his fingers as he sat on the beach, the rock drawing out what little heat remained in him, as he was ill-prepared for both the cold and the night.

The sunset dimmed the horizon, casting faint light over the sea and twinkling off the waves. Law’s shadow stretched like fat on the beach, broken by rocks and driftwood.

“You are here!”

When Luffy had crept up Law didn’t know, but he was here now, and Law turned to him with a cold stare, stone clutched between his fingers.

“I was thinking,” Luffy continued, missing the hostile aura, “do you wanna visit my place? Even if you’re tough, it’s really cold at night without clothes, I know firsthand, so come to my house, eh? I can get you dinner, too.”

There it was, the invitation from the story: Blackmailed by the loss of the sealskin, the selkie has no choice but to accept and come with the fisherman.

“Very well,” Law said coldly, standing with a struggle.

Luffy gave him a bright grin. “Yay! Do you wanna borrow my jacket?”

“Fine.”

Luffy took off his jacket, revealing a jumper the same shade as the sky when the sun wasn’t even a sliver on the horizon. He handed his jacket off to Law, who stared at it, confused, before holding it to himself.

Luffy cocked his head. “Are you gonna put it on?”

Law turned the jacket this way, and seeing it was similar to his coat, he slipped his arms in, one at a time, before pulling the front closed. He felt the pockets and dropped the stone inside one, noting how convenient it was. The coat covered his thighs.

“Alright, let’s go,” Luffy said. He turned and started strolling away; Law began to follow, but Luffy was soon very far ahead, as Law often stumbled on his slow path, blades stabbing his legs and needles driving themselves into his feet.

He stopped, kneeling in the sand to rest, and soon he looked up when a pair of legs blocked his vision.

“You okay?” Luffy asked, crouching.

“Don’t you know?” Law hissed. “These legs are more useful as decoration.”

“Oh, bad legs, huh?” Luffy said. “Can I carry you?”

Law stared at him.

“I’m gonna carry you.” Luffy turned around, still kneeling. “Come on, climb up.”

Law’s lip curled, but he did as he was asked. Luffy scooped him up and adjusted his legs in his arms.

“Now let’s go!” he exclaimed, grinning again, and marched along the beach, holding Law’s legs firm. Law gazed at the sea as they went, at the waves splashing in the sunset, the tantalizing water—

But then it was gone, disappearing as Luffy hiked up the path and across the grass. Law now looked at Luffy instead, whose face was the picture of innocence, as if he hadn’t committed a great sin against nature at all.

“What do you like to eat?” Luffy asked, snapping Law out of his thoughts.

“Don’t you know anything?” Law snapped, baring teeth.

“How should I know what you like?”

Law narrowed his eyes. “Fish. Clams. Squid.”

“Ooh, seafood!”

“Seafood,” Law repeated.

Luffy strolled across the road. “I have some pork,” he said. “Does that work?”

“What is that?”

“Pig meat.” Luffy stopped in front of his house, lifted a leg, and used his foot to open the unlocked door.

“I don’t . . .” Law was set upon the couch and he felt the cushions. “I don’t know what that is.”

“A pig?” Luffy said. “It’s a big fat animal, about this tall—tastes really good. Wanna try it?”

“Okay,” Law agreed, more out of hunger than anything else.

“I’m not good with the stove, so if it gets burned, sorry,” Luffy added as he went into the kitchen.

When Luffy didn’t return for a while, Law stood from the couch (as comfortable as it was) and looked around. A cabinet sat across from the couch, and he went there first, limping forward and opening the doors.

Nothing but games and dusty books. He shut the doors again, turned, and limped down the hall.

The first room he checked had a neatly-made bed and a dusty carpet, the window panes dirty and the walls void of decoration. Law knelt and peered under the bed, but found nothing.

The second room he checked was similar, but had a cabinet, a bed made messy by wrinkled sheets and crumpled comforter, and several stains on the floor. Law knelt and checked under this bed. He spotted a few boxes, but none large enough to hold his coat. He crawled for the cabinet and opened each drawer, scanning the contents; nothing but clothes and biscuit stashes met his eyes.

A delicious smell wafted towards him, and he sniffed the air. It was surely meat, but it was something he didn’t recognize—no time for that now.

He shut the last drawer and hobbled out, using the wall for support. He looked into the bathroom and under the sink, but only found a roll of toilet paper and more biscuits.

A shout from the kitchen distracted him, and he made his way back against the wall, entering the kitchen and leaning on the doorframe for support.

“Oh, you’re up!” Luffy exclaimed, looking to him. He grinned and held up the pork slices on the plate, the stove smoking behind him. “I almost ruined it, but I didn’t! Here you go!”

Law glanced to the table across the room.

“Oh, yeah, over here,” Luffy said. He brought the plate to the table and Law followed, walking himself with the counter and falling into a chair with relief.

He stared at the pork slices while Luffy sat next to him.

“I already ate,” Luffy added. “So that’s all yours.”

Nevertheless, he stared at the meat with hungry eyes as Law picked one up and examined it, sniffing. He bit into it, tearing off a piece, and chewed, frowning.

“How is it?” Luffy asked, staring.

Law eyed him, swallowing his piece. “It’s . . . good,” he said at last. “What did you do to it?”

“Cooked it?” Luffy said. “Do you not even know what that is? It’s when you put food and stuff in a fire, and it makes it warm and tasty.”

Law was silent now and concentrated on the meat, tearing into it. Luffy watched him, picturing a hungry wolf.

“Thank you,” Law said at last, the pork gone.

Luffy grinned. “Yeah! Sanji’s way better at cooking, but he’s always busy doing his own thing. Do you wanna spend the night?”

Law’s lip curled, showing teeth. “Of course.”

“Awesome! Come on, lemme show you the guest bedroom—”

Law was taken to the room with the neat bed and the blank walls.

“Ah, lemme get you some drawers and a gown or something,” Luffy exclaimed. Law fell onto the edge of the bed, taking the sharp stone out and rubbing the flat sides between his fingers.

Luffy returned soon with underwear and a dress. “These holes are for your legs, and this just stays below your belly,” he explained, conscious of Law’s unusual lack of knowledge for common things, “and this whole thing just goes over your entire body.”

Law took the items and put on the drawers; an arduous process, for his feet would get caught in the cloth on their ways to the holes. The gown was even more of a struggle, his head getting stuck before finding the neck, and then his arms becoming trapped by his sides for a minute before he wiggled free.

“I’m gonna go to bed, too,” Luffy said once Law was dressed. “Night!”

He bounced out of the room, a ball of energy right up to the point of sleeping. The door swung shut behind him, clicking closed.

Law fell back into the bed, staring at the ceiling. It was best to wait until dark to carry out his plan—but where was his coat? The house was small and he was sure he had explored every place it could have been.

Perhaps he could find it now. He would interrogate Luffy, and once he had his answer, he would kill him and leave with his prize, never to return.

He stood, pushing himself off the bed, and clenched the stone as he limped for the door. He opened it after a moment’s hesitation on the knob and looked out into the hall. Since he was in this room, Luffy would have to be in . . .

He moved along the wall to the other bedroom, stepping sideways and being as stealthy as he knew how—if only he was in his element! But he would make do on land.

The door was shut. Law pulled it open without a sound to find Luffy already falling asleep, sprawled stomach-down on his bed without even having pulled up the comforter. His face was squished against the pillow, mouth open and eyes slipping closed, but he stirred when Law dropped to his knees and crawled next to his bed.

“Hh?” he murmured.

In the dim glow from the window, Law grabbed Luffy’s shoulder, flipped him around, and crawled up onto the bed, straddling him and holding the stone to his neck.

“What’s going on?” Luffy mumbled, blinking. “Law guy?”

“Tell me where you hid my sealskin,” Law hissed, eyes narrowed. He pushed the stone against Luffy’s neck to make a point.

“Huh?” Luffy said blankly.

When he was silent for several seconds, Law clenched his fingers, preparing to kill him right there and then—but he became conscious of the clothes against his skin that Luffy had provided, keeping him warm, and the fullness of his stomach, created by the delicious food Luffy had given him—

“Tell me or I will hurt you,” he snarled, moving the stone to Luffy’s arm. “Where is my sealskin coat?”

“Hang on, get off me—” Luffy sat up, sending Law tumbling back. When Law sat up again, Luffy stared it him, eyes wide in the dark.

“Did you say coat?” he said.

Law bared his teeth. “Yes.”

“It was . . . on the beach earlier?”

“Yes.”

Luffy’s eyes widened. “Oh, no—that was yours?! Why didn’t you say anything?!”

Law remembered the shout he had heard earlier.

“Tell me where it is,” he insisted, teeth still bared.

Luffy sucked in his lips and hunched his shoulders. “I gave it to my friend so she could sell it,” he blurted out. “Geez, I’m really sorry, I didn’t know it belonged to you!”

“Where is it now?!”

“I don’t know,” Luffy protested. “She said she’s coming back tomorrow, so we can ask her then where she took it!”

“You . . .” Law sat back, lowering the hand still clutching the stone. “Didn’t know . . . it was mine?”

“How was I supposed to?” Luffy said, defensive. “I asked you when I found it, and you didn’t say anything.”

Law stared at him, processing this new information.

Luffy didn’t know what he was.

“I see,” he said at last, voice controlled.

“She’s definitely gonna come by tomorrow, so I’ll ask her then,” Luffy said. He bowed his head. “I’m really sorry. I promise we’ll get it back somehow.”

Law looked at Luffy, and then glanced at the stone in his hand, and then looked back at Luffy. The stories he had heard had always left him with the impression that humans were Bad, that they were Not To Be Trusted, but . . . Luffy was . . .

“Okay,” he said at last.

Luffy looked up with a relieved grin. “Lemme know if I can do anything to make it up to you!”

“I need it back.”

“Got it! Need help going back to bed?”

“No.” Law got off the bed, falling against the wall, and shuffled out of the room.

“G’night!” Luffy called. The door shut without a word from Law and Luffy lay back down, nestling into his covers.

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without a word xi

summary: there are high tides and there are low tides

warning: fluff. sad. angst. don’t attack me for doing this

A/N: hi babies. i will be posting every friday!! hope you beauties enjoy! love you!🌷

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peter and y/n had grown closer with each day of their fall break. he went over almost everyday and y/n’s parents welcomed him in their home with open arms, they loved him. the way he treated their daughter made them happy, and it made y/n happy too, which was a plus. the days peter wasn’t traveling for an hour to get to her house, she was at his. may didn’t mind one bit, thinking it was good for peter to have some company once in a while. the only con to traveling almost everyday were the long train rides, but if it meant seeing her at the end of it then it was worth it.

peter’s eyelids struggle to stay open as he shuffles his way through the apartment. he could barely function, just waking up to the sound of light knocks on his front door.

peter swears he’s never seen a more beautiful sight; y/n was carrying a brown bag filled to the brim with bagels. she was giggling, finding it ridiculous that she was struggling to hold them all. “hi peach, mind helping me out?”. she didn’t know which was peter’s or may’s favorite so she bought a dozen different ones.

she wasn’t supposed to come over today, he was actually supposed to go over later that afternoon. it was a nice surprise. his day was already made, just from her being there.

peter takes the bag gratefully from her hands and placed it on the dining table. he can smell all of the different bagels and he knows it was going to be hard to choose just one.

y/n wraps her arms around peter’s waist once everything is settled. she presses her head against his chest. peter settled his arms around her shoulders, one of his hands running softly through her hair. y/n hums and stands on her tippy toes. peter pushes his luck and holds her tighter, taking in a breath.

y/n smiles against him and pulls back a bit to admire him. peter smiles down at her, a lazy and tried smile. she took note of his slight red eyes and the hint of facial hair he had from the lack of shaving during the break. his hair looked so fluffy and messed up and beautiful. peter looked so soft and y/n couldn’t deal with it anymore. she groaned, not in annoyance, but more as in lusting for what she can’t have. she wanted him so bad she couldn’t even put it into words.

peter’s eyes crinkled up as he laughed silently. the back of his hand reaches up to brush against her cheek for a moment, just a quick moment. “you came” he signs, appreciation and warmth in his eyes. y/n smiles and takes peter’s hand to rest it against her cheek. her thumb rubs against the skin on his wrist as she leans sweetly into his palm.

“of course i came. i wanted to see you precious”, she whispers. peter’s smiling too hard so he ducks and turns around so she can’t see how much she affected him.

there was a sweet smile on her lips. she always found it so cute how her boy turned red at the smallest comment.

———

they decided to watch a movie after breakfast. it was more of a background noise for her, as she got distracted by peter’s features. his jaw looked so perfect and chiseled from where she was sitting and the veins protruding from his arms was making her weak.

he looked so strong yet so sensitive at the same time and something about that combination made her want to have him. now.

y/n doesn’t try to stop herself as she reaches out and lightly runs her fingertips along his forearm. peter reacts immediately, goosebumps covering his skin. he was smiling. the sweet reaction makes her eyes wander to the galaxy of stars that’s scattered on his cheeks and nose, she wants to love and explore them all. his freckles are like small kisses from the sun and she wants nothing more than to kiss every single one of them.

“peter”, her voice comes out as a whisper. the boy’s head turns and his cheeks rise up in the cute way that she adores. y/n wants him to know how perfect and flawless he is. she doesn’t know how to tell him that his eyes glistened like pools of honey in the sun or that they resemble the warmth of hot coffee when he smiles. peter doesn’t realize that he is the most beautiful person she has ever laid eyes on. his eyes were like the center of a sunflower, so brown and big and beautiful. he doesn’t know how his eyes remind her of gingerbread during christmas time, so warm and homey. he doesn’t know that she misses staring into them them when he’s gone. but she doesn’t think any words are accurate enough- or even worthy enough- to describe him. so she just sighs and shakes her head, cuddling into him and bringing his head to rest in her neck.

peter bites his lip to hold in a giant smile that’s trying to creep onto his face. he’s so completely enchanted by her, he knows that for a fact. there hadn’t been a day, an hour, a minute where he wasn’t thinking about her.

y/n can feel his cheeks rising, even after peter tried to hide it. she laughs lightly and brings her hand up to soothingly run through his chocolate curls, making peter’s eyes close involuntarily. he hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep last night, he was texting y/n until almost 3 am. he needed a nap badly and he might just take one right here on her chest.

peter’s arms wrap around her waist and he lets out a little moan in content. y/n gasps, it was the first sound she’s ever heard him make. it makes her breathless. peter can feel her heart beat a little faster. he smiles, it was nice to know that he makes her nervous too.

peter’s asleep after a few more moments, head resting on her chest. he’s snoring quietly and y/n has to resist the urge to reach down and kiss him. instead, she runs her thumb along his left eyebrow and the soft hairs on the end that are sweeping out of place.

she takes notice of how long his eyelashes are and how they’re resting against the top of his cheeks. they looks so soft and perfect and they contrast perfectly along his pale and heavily-freckled skin.

y/n was enjoying their cuddle session, even though she was the only one awake for it. it was kind of peaceful and romantic how he was using her small body as a pillow for his much bigger one. something about it made her fall for him even more. y/n rested her chin on top of her sleeping boy’s head, falling asleep with him.

she didn’t know if there was another level above love, but whatever it was, she was deep in it. it was just like the movies.

———

tears block peter’s vision at he sobs violently. since school had started back up again, speech class had gotten more intense. there was a new speech therapist appointed for him and peter had gotten nothing but shit all week.

peter was crying so hard that he had to put his hand over his eyes to try to get himself under control. he tried to think of something, anything to make him relax. may and y/n were all he could come up with and it wasn’t working.

“look at me when i’m talking to you!”. peter flinches and sits straight up, fear paralyzing his body. he had never been yelled at so harshly. it didn’t make him feel good about himself. he felt like a failure and wondered if everyone was as disappointed in him as his therapist was. all he wanted to do was run home. “are you dumb? is that it? is that why i am your fourth speech therapist, because you’re stupid and unteachable?”, he rants on.

peter had never felt so disrespected in his entire life. sure, there have been times where kids would call him names behind his back, but it was never this straightforward. his breath was taken away at how much anger he had for peter. he wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. the rims of his eyes were burning as tears flowed passed them. they were bloodshot.

this is a new low for him. peter doesn’t know how to put into words the emptiness and heartbreak he feels when his therapist yells at may through the phone, saying how she failed her son and that peter was unteachable.

peter is crying so hard that he can’t see anymore. he refuses to be in that room a moment longer so he takes his backpack and flees. peter’s tightly holding his chest as he runs to the nurses office. he was crying and running and he still hasn’t gotten a new inhaler and he was pretty sure that in a few minutes his anxiety would make him go through an asthma attack.

it’s not the first time peter has ran into the nurses office in dire need of help. when he was a freshman his asthma was so bad that they had to transfer him to a hospital because he had passed out due to the airway in his lungs being too narrow to the point where he couldn’t breathe anymore.

there’s a nurse by his side the moment he collapses onto the floor, feeling exhausted from running and crying. he’s panting, sweating, shaking... he has unfortunately gotten to know the nurses very well over the years and they know exactly what to do.

———

after a full period of examination from the nurses, it was confirmed that peter had endured an anxiety attack. it was definitely the worse one he’s had in a long time. his entire body and mind felt drained as he walks to the direction of his last period.

peter can’t feel his legs as he walks. there’s a blank expression across his face as he aimlessly stalks throughout the hallway. it’s almost like he’s in someone else’s body.

his feet are shuffling against the floor and his backpack is swaying slightly as he walks but he can’t feel it. peter doesn’t feel anything. he just feels...empty. that’s kind of how it is after he goes through trauma and heartbreak. his emotions just shut off and he doesn’t really feel pain for a while. that’s why he’s still so emotional about ben passing away.

peter manages to make it to his locker without running into anyone, which isn’t a problem since class started a few minutes ago. he can’t feel his hand violently shake as he puts in his locker combination. he doesn’t even know if he looked at his locker as he was putting it in, that’s how gone he was. nothing could snap him out of his sunken space, not even her.

y/n’s hand is giving his forearm a light squeeze and he turns to look at her face, not recognizing her for a few moments. her small smile disappears quickly and she furrows her brows, taking a few steps back. the look of emptiness on his face made her flinch, she’s never seen peter in this state. “peter, are you okay?”. his skin looks more pale than normal and his,once warm and inviting, eyes holds no light behind them. “what’s wrong? tell me what happened, baby”.

in any other moment, peter’s heart would have started to race and his palms would have started to sweat, but he couldn’t bring himself to even process the words she had just said. peter looks away aimlessly, trying to avoid her stare. he didn’t want anything right now, not even her comfort.

y/n places her hands on his cold cheeks and holds back a gasp. “peter, come back to me”, she softly coos. she doesn’t want to scare him away or put too much pressure on him, especially when he’s in such a sensitive state.

her thumb runs back and forth on his skin and she waits until peter holds her gaze again. “who did this to you, precious?”.

the question was too vague. there were too many answers that would suit it. honestly, he doesn’t know who is to blame. his speech therapist, for yelling at him and causing him to have a panic attack in the first place. his school, for not getting him the help that he needs. himself, for not being... normal. maybe his therapist is right, maybe peter is a failure. maybe he is dumb and unteachable.

peter blinks away tears. he shrugs, he doesn’t care anymore. he just wants to be alone right now.

“me”.

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chapter12

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Only Love is All Maroon

Chapter 1: Nothing’s More  - read below or on ao3

Snafu stays on the train and follows Eugene home to Alabama, as he requests

Tags: Merriell “Snafu” Shelton/Eugene Sledge, Post-War, Period-Typical Racism, Mental Health Issues, Homesick Snafu, Heavy Angst, Unhealthy Relationships

Warnings: Very slight implied domestic abuse and period-typical rasicm. This will be explored more in chapter 2.

Listening To: Flume by Bon Iver

Maybe, it was Eugene's warmth that made him stay.

Merriell had forgotten his Mother's tender touch during his time in the Pacific. Had no idea what the taste of home cooked gumbo felt like on his tongue, as his palette grew too rough and dry from eating the canned shit the Marine Corps supplied. Merriell couldn't find that glowing feeling in the centre of his chest when he thought of Louise's sweet face anymore; couldn't even tell anyone what his baby sister's eyes looked like. He tried to keep all of that as far away from the war as he could- that dark, fucked, unforgiving war, no place for such divine pieces of his soul. Yet in the process, Merriell pushed the memories away too far. So far away, that he watched the sweet memories he once found solitude in as they danced into the grey skies of Peleliu, to evaporate into fog, mixed in with the harsh rain of bullets that replaced what had once engulfed Merriell, what had made him Merriell- that sugary boy from the bayou with a smile that could light any dark place- was kicked out by bloodied Jap teeth and ripped flesh. He was no longer Merriell. He was only Snafu.

So when he felt that small comforting warmth from Eugene's hand, as it pressed reassuringly in his side at night, Snafu felt safe. He'd forgotten, or perhaps lost, that amazing feeling of hope and light and sunshine on a rainy afternoon and breathing easy after a long cold and his Maman's cooking so-

So he chased it. Snafu chased that feeling like a dog chased his tail, like the earth chased the sun. He followed Eugene because he was desprate for that feeling of love that he left behind in that savage fight for life and fresh lungs. Merriell looked at Eugene and saw these beautiful things and wanted, and wanted, and wanted and after so long of not having- of living only in fear and cold, wet days on the islands of the Pacific Ocean- he craved the golden touch of Eugene's hands holding him and those lips against his own. Sledge was soft eyes and bright lights, and although he had hardened so much during that war, Eugene had showed Merriell that he could still breath down there. Without saying a single word, he had melted Merriell back to himself, had kept him sane.

That's why when Eugene asked him to 'please, come to Mobile with me', he could not resist. He watched as they skipped his home, the big easy, and thought of his sister and Maman, warm in their shack by the river side. And he thought he missed them, because he did. And then he thought that maybe that was what he was really missing, and maybe he should go back-

But then he felt that hand press against his side. And he closed his eyes, and reassured himself i'd be okay. He had Eugene by his side, after all.

When they arrived in Mobile, it was hot. The sun beat down on their necks as Eugene and Snafu jumped down from the train's steps onto the burning platform below. Merriell flowed through the crowd of people surrounding the area as he followed Sledge. He tried not to pay mind to the judging stares of the civilians of Alabama. It was minutes before they'd finally managed to pop out of the large crowd, landing in front of a small car and a smiling Sid Phillips, all blond curls and bright skin.

After a quick reunion and a few tears shed, Snafu began to feel awkward standing there in the background. Wealthy eyes bored into the back of his curls like a shovel in damp sand as he curled his exposed, sunkissed arms into his chest. A glimpse of his Mother's tuckered-out smile flashed in his mind as Eugene reached to grasp at the edge of his elbow. His breathing slowed. Sidney gave him a tight-lipped smile. You don't belong here, you don't belong here, you don't belong here-

The drive to Eugene's home was only 5 minutes but seemed to draw out like sweet molasses. Merriell began to think up of a nice nickname for Sidney- maybe Sid Liver-lips. "Where you from?" "How long'd you serve?" "Why'd you come?" Snafu hears, but does not speak. His eyes fixated on the rusted red hair that sat upon Eugene's head. He remembered a time when his hair was a soft orange, the colours of everything and nothing all at once. The straight, sweet locks stood out in the Pacific, had contrasted with that shit green and brown that seemed to had engulfed and overpowered Merriell's sight for so long. He remembered thinking that it was such serene relief to see real colour once again, so tired of that grey and darkness Snafu had grown to expect.

Now, the colour had since blended in. Not the same as it was, still bright, but not enough. He'd thought things would be different when he came back home, yet instead he was trapped in that shaded fog, searching for that vivid rouge that lit a spark in his soul. Eugene's hair had turned more mature, Merriell reasoned, much like Eugene's soul had too. Much like most things did after seeing what they had seen.

It took Merriell several seconds to realise the car had grown quiet. Sid was peering at him with questioning eyes through the mirror while Sledge twisted around to show full concern. Snaf's voice caught upon barbed wire.

"Sorry." He mumbled. He thinks he hears his own voice reply, and he thinks Sid answers, but all he knows is the enquiring look Eugene was giving him. His eyes looked blanker then they used to.

Merriell looked away.

When they arrived Merriell was taken into a world he'd never seen before. Sidney pulled the car into a long winding driveway that lead up to the big white mansion Eugene had grown up in. The yard surrounding is bright green and pristine. There's two large pots of flowers on either side of the porch, and big collums that seemed to be holding up the front side of the house. Snafu thought back to his childhood home, with it's slanted rooftop, crooked flowerboxes and a garden shed infested with mold. Mére had tryed to make it as much a home as possible. She was never satisfied with it. Merriell ached for it.

Hesitantly, he followed Eugene out of the car and onto the deck, raised a hand to Sid as he drove off with a promise to be back.

The rest of the evening was a blur to Merriell. The Sledge's house was beautiful, yet quite, and their only seemed to be Gene's parents living in the home. They seemed nice enough, although Snafu couldn't help but notice the closed off smile Mary had given him after she'd given him a long once over. Her eyes stayed trained on his bare forearms, darkened from the glowing sun of the Pacific. With a jolt, Merriell realised, he had almost become as dark as his Mother. He tucked his arms into his chest.

After a long family reunion and an even longer set of questions thrown down Snafu's ears, Eugene had told his parents they'd be skipping out on dinner. They just needed a rest.

In Eugene's bedroom, located up two sets of stairs and down a long hallway, they kissed.

Eugene dragged him to the double bed located against the far right wall of his large bedroom. They kissed like they where drowning people taking their first breaths. Merriell let Eugene take, take, take; felt him search his mouth with his tongue, felt teeth clank against eachother and drag his lip out. It was ecstasy. A warm hand curled around the back of his neck, tugged the sweet curls that were plastered their from sleep. A raspberry moan crawled out of his throat without warning, traveled up past Merriell's lips into Eugene's mouth and landed into the pit of his stomach, planted tenderness that grew and overtook him in mere seconds. Merriell felt him shiver and pull away, felt his warm hands move to cup his cheeks, thumb under his eyes, brush his dark lowerlashes. He pressed his eyes shut and rested his forehead up against Eugene's.

They stood their swaying, breathing in eachother, forehead's pressed together. Snafu rested his forearms on Eugene's strong shoulders, let them lazily hang and clank against eachother behind his love's freckled neck. He opened his eyes and looked into Eugene's, found those warm brown orbs already looking at him with such strength that almost made him pull away.

Instead, Merriell sighed, hugging his arms tightly around Gene and resting a cheek against the side of his neck, rubbing his nose along the constallation of freckles that crawled up Eugene's throat like the night sky. "I love you."

Those long arms wrapped around Merriell's waist, criss-crossed, and pulled him impossibly closer to Eugene's body. A hand wrapped around his thin waist. "I love you too, Snafu."

And in that moment, it was enough.

The next morning Merriell wakes up to the feeling of thin hands travelling the sides of his body, his ribs, the short expance of his brown back. Merriell smiles and blinks his eyes open to see Eugene face to face with him, orange head propped up by his pale wrist. A wide smile tugs at those lips, and oh, how Merriell yearns for them. He settles for a small smile back.

They eventually make it downstairs where Eugene told him breakfast would be waiting. Snafu follows him into the kitchen, eyes located only on the back of Eugene's rusted hair, eyes straining to find that bright colour. He's thrown out of that trance when Eugene takes a seat at the table located aross from the kitchen counter, and is about to sit down himself when he looks to the kitchen and does not see Eugene's mother cooking away, or his father.

Instead, two women dressed in long maid's uniforms are assembling what Merriell persumes to be the Sledge's plates, his plate. Their complexion's are dark, bodies thin and overworked. One of the girls, who can't be more than 20, has such strain on her face. Her freckled forearms and neck almost match the colour of Merriell's own, and he blinks. He thinks of his Mother, her calloused hands shuffling through the few bills she'd collected for their months bills. He thinks of her forced smile, that lying grin spoiled by her tired grey eyes, bloodshot. He remember's the bruise she'd once came home with on her cheek, that reassuring look she tryed to give him as she scrubbed at the stains on her uniform.

He blinks, and without thinking, travels to the kitchen. He takes a plate from the other women's unexpecting hands. Her skin is much darker than Snafu's. "I've got it, thanks," he drawls. Her eyes are green and questioning.

"It's not a problem, sir-"

"Please," he says.

After recieving a nod, he grabs his plate and starts to pile on the food that was waiting on the sun-lit kitchen counter. He tries to ignore the feeling of Eugene's eyes on his face, but more importantly, tries to ignore that voice in his head saying, screaming; you don't belong here, you don't belong here, you need to leave. His fingers shake.

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autumn's haze; chapter one (adrienette / marichat)

autumn's haze; chapter one. (adrien&marinette are 18 in this fic; last year of highschool) It was like a morning out of a movie, sun glowing through her curtains, painting patterns on her eyelids. Marinette pulls herself upright, stretching, her shoulder blades exceptionally sore from a strong willed akuma the night before. The lingering warmth of sleep leaves her as she climbs down the (cold) stairs from her bed to her bureau, the worn wood familiar under her fingertips. In a sleepy sort of peace she pulls a knitted ochre sweater over her unruly hair and shimmies into a pair of worn and true jeans. Tiki is yet to awake, so Marinette heads to the bathroom, rubbing her eyes as she peers at her reflection. She has more freckles in fall, cheeks still summer kissed, skin ever so slightly bronzed. She pulls a comb through her unusually curly locks, too sleepy to tie them back into pigtails, her storm-like navy hair loose and wild, framing her (still pale) face. Against her better judgement, she puts on a bit of mascara, surprised when she doesn't leave a mark across her nose. Satisfied, she yawns, grabs her bag and wakes Tiki who settles into the warm woolen pockets of her sweater. Marinette is greeted with the aroma of freshly baked pastries. She swipes a few cookies for Tiki and plants a kiss on her mother's cheek. "Leaving so quickly?" Her mother asks, handing her a scone as Marinette weaves through stacks of baked goods, focusing all energy on not bumping into them. "Slept in late!" Marinette says, taking a bite of the scone- cinnamon- and waving to her mother. "Have a good day, love you!" "Love you too, Mom!" She calls as she pushes out the front door of the DuPain-Cheng bakery, the crisp autumn air filling her lungs. She speed walks to school, munching on her scone as she stumbles through a crowd of groggy business men. She arrives at the stairs outside school just in time, finding her place beside Alya as they walk inside. "Hey girl!" Alya greets her, "You look cute today." She said, taking in her friend's appearance, "You should wear your hair loose more often, it suits you. And-" She wiggles her eyebrows as she notices Kim's gaze lingering on Marinette's loose hair, "Kim sure seems to agree with me, too." "Oh my god, Alya, it's too early for this and I'm not properly caffeinated." She grumbles, rubbing her eyes. Alya just laughs as they head to first period History class. - Adrien looks up as Marinette enters the classroom, eyes momentarily locking on hers. Green meet blue. They seem to be brighter today, more vibrant, more piercing? He zones out during the beginning of the lesson plan, caused by a mixture of a memory of blue eyes and barely gone sleep. He blinks several times, looks around as his classmates begin rearranging themselves into pairs. Rose and Julieka, Nino and Alya, Chloe and Sabrina, Alix and Kim... "Marinette and Adrien." He hears and turns to the desk behind him, going to stand up when she beats him to it, walking down the steps and sliding in beside him. "Good morning Marinette." He says, mustering up energy to make it through the next two class periods until lunch, until coffee. She glances toward him, and his face flushed slightly as notices her loose hair, dark and wavy. She blinks, her voice tired, "Good morning." She yawns and pulls out her notebook. She seems different today, not as standoffish as usual, calm. Maybe she's just sleepy. As the day's lesson progresses he finds himself looking more at Marinette than the board, which wasn't entirely bad because he'd already been tutored on the material over the summer by Natalie. He watches her take notes, her handwriting faint and slightly messy due to the early hour. He's been too caught up in watching her hands to notice that the teacher has handed out readings to complete in their pairs. He clears his throat awkwardly and picks up the packet, carefully flipping through the page. It was pretty long. Shit. His eyes flick up when Marinette speaks, "We have to read through it, then she's quizzing us on the material at the end of class. Whichever team gets the most correct gets no History homework tonight." Her breath smells like cinnamon. "We're allowed to work in the hall." She mumbles, yawning yet again. "Late night?" Adrien asks, giving her a half hearted grin, hoping he doesn't scare her off. "You could say that." She yawns again. "Here, I can read if you'd like." - Marinette glances over at Alya as she and Adrien find a spot to work in the hallway. Alya gives her two thumbs up and only then do her cheeks dust pink. They settle down, leaned against the hall wall. Adrien sits down gracefully, a flutter of golden hair and a waft of (intoxicating) cologne (probably from the Agreste fragrance line) and long crossed legs. Marinette plops down beside him. He chuckles slightly and her cheeks go pink. She yawns and blinks slowly. "Only two class periods to get through Marinette," Adrien's voice sounds (unfairly) like satin even in the morning, "Plus History is pretty of interesting." "Okay, I trust you." She mumbles, rubbing her eyes. This time she doesn't notice his gaze or the small smile pulling at the edges of his lips. Adrien begins to read, and Marinette listens, fighting off sleep to listen to his voice. She watches his adam's apple bob as he speaks, blushing as she notices his faint facial hair, because Adrien with messy hair and a five o'clock shadow is too much to even daydream about. She yawns, and rubs her eye delicately with a sweater paw, which Adrien notices. He blushes as he watches her, blushes even more as she slumps against the wall, legs kicked out in front of her in a state between sleep and consciousness. He watches her eyelids fall closed, dark eyelashes against pale freckled skin. His eyes fall to her lips, rosy and pretty. He swallows. He had always known his classmate was exceptionally beautiful, but sometimes her features still supposed him. He doesn't want to wake her, he especially doesn't want to wake her when Marinette, his sweet, shy classmate of four years, subconsciously rests her head on his shoulder. He can't think straight as a waft of pastries and flowers drift around him, or as she snores ever so slightly, a gentle sound far more appealing than snores should be. Adrien decides he can tutor her later. - ch 2 coming when i have more data or wifi :o) hope you enjoyed xx

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