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shitouttabuck · 7 months

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oh my god nina!!! 8 for the bedsharing prompts if it takes your fancy <33

thank you sweet peach this scratched an itch !!!

bed-sharing prompts: whispering “Oh, you are going to be very embarrassed when you wake up.”

Eddie’s not old—he’s not even 30, despite the near-constant jokes about his senior citizen-isms he seems incapable of shaking. And he wouldn’t even say he’s a man of creature comforts. He just likes familiarity, and routine, and his own goddamn bed.

Quarantine has brought a lot of change: being away from Chris, living in a single-occupancy apartment with three other people, and sharing a bed with all six-foot-two of Evan Buckley.

Currently, this means waking up at some wretched hour and squinting in the moonlight filtering in through half-open blinds, because the aforementioned best friend has stolen Eddie’s pillow from right under his head yet again.

Eddie groans quietly, easing his neck out of the crick it’s cramped in. He glares at the enormous lump snoring serenely beside him and pats the mattress blindly for his pillow. Eyes adjusting to the dark, he’s greeted by the same sight he’s woken to at ungodly hours thrice this month already: Buck with his gigantic thieving arms wrapped happily around Eddie’s goddamn pillow as he clutches it to his chest, dead to the world.

“Fuck’s sake,” Eddie mutters, reaching out and tugging the end of the pillowcase to no avail. Buck’s vice-grip doesn’t falter even in sleep. Eddie’s usually able to coax it out of his grasp without waking him, but it takes a minute, and their last shift had been a full-body workout from hell, and Eddie just wants to go the fuck back to sleep with a single measly pillow supporting his exhausted head. Surely that’s not too decadent a luxury to expect.

He tugs again, harder and meaner than he normally would. The pillow inches out of Buck’s hold, and Eddie grabs a firmer handful to yank it away, grunting triumphantly when it pops free.

“Hrmmph,” Buck grumbles, crease appearing between his eyebrows. Eddie stills, holding his breath as he gauges Buck’s proximity to consciousness. He thinks he’s in the clear, but then Buck murmurs unhappily and rolls ever-so-slightly towards Eddie.

“S’your turn to be th’ li’l spoon,” he slurs, and Eddie freezes even further. “’M th’ big spoon t’night.” He pats half-heartedly at the mattress between him and Eddie, jaw going slack again after a few seconds.

Eddie grins, just barely containing the snort that bubbles up at Buck’s sleep-talking. There’s enough distance from Ali and even Abby, post-train debacle, that means he can wring weeks’ worth of teasing out of this. Whichever one of them it is Buck’s dreaming of, Eddie thinks multiple nights of interrupted sleep allow him a little good-natured—if merciless—ribbing.

He shifts onto his back, shoving the pillow under his head and shutting his eyes with a sigh, but the movement has Buck mumbling again. His face is mashed into his own pillow, words barely intelligible when he says, “Y’re littler than me. C’mon, lemme be big spoon.”

The snort sneaks out of Eddie then, just a bit. He barely knew either woman, but he can’t quite picture them indulging Buck in this line of conversation. It’s—sweet, if deeply mortifying for Buck himself to know anyone else has heard it.

Buck snuffles discontentedly, forehead scrunching as he reaches out in search of the pillow, still asleep.

“Oh, you are going to be very embarrassed when you wake up,” Eddie whispers, wondering if there’s more entertainment about to be provided and if it’s worth getting up to unplug his phone and catch the tail end of this on video.

“Urgh,” asleep-Buck responds, patting the bed a little more insistently when he’s unsuccessful in his pillow-retrieval endeavours. “Wh’re—c’mere. Eddie. Y’re li’l spoon.”

This time when Eddie freezes, it’s such a sudden locking of every joint in his body that his neck cricks in the opposite direction. He barely feels it, singularly focused on Buck’s latest garbled complaint, because—is Buck awake? Is Buck dreaming about him?

He’s frozen so still he doesn’t realise Buck’s questing hand is now well in range of Eddie himself, and he jolts back into his body when Buck’s strong, calloused fingers wrap around his wrist.

“C’me back,” he whines, tugging at Eddie while shuffling closer at the same time. Eddie holds himself carefully still, hardly daring to breathe as Buck slowly but surely plasters his long, long body along Eddie’s side, hitching one leg over Eddie’s thigh before flinging an arm across his torso and dragging him nearer.

“Mm,” he hums, brow smoothing out. His cheek rests on Eddie’s shoulder, face smushed but seemingly satisfied. Eddie’s arm is trapped between his own side and Buck’s stomach, and he worms it under Buck’s body almost on autopilot, more to get comfortable than anything else. This leaves him basically cradling Buck to him, and Buck gives one final happy grunt before burrowing his face into Eddie’s neck and going limp, a dead weight over Eddie’s right side.

Eddie makes his fingers relax where they’re clutching the back of Buck’s t-shirt. This is—fine. Normal and fine. So Buck isn’t dreaming about cuddling an ex-girlfriend, he’s dreaming about holding Eddie. They’ve been living out of each other’s pockets more than usual recently, leaning on each other a little heavier through a global pandemic and missing Christopher. Eddie’s told himself it’s because of constant proximity, and maybe it is, but whatever the reason, if Buck’s subconscious is embracing that vulnerability in this way, that’s fine. He’s an affectionate guy, and while it’s relatively new for Eddie to be on the receiving end of that from another man, he’s not one to shy away because of someone else’s archaic ideas of masculinity.

And—hold on. Y’re littler than me? Was that what Buck said? Eddie huffs indignantly, and then huffs again for different reasons, feeling his cheeks heat. He doesn’t know why, but he pulls Buck a little closer.

It’s still normal and fine, he finds, turning his head to press his nose into Buck’s curls. That surprises him a little, that there’s no freak-out of any kind accompanying—whatever this is. Buck smells like vanilla, because he used Chim’s fancy shampoo that’s actually Maddie’s fancy shampoo because both of them are missing her something fierce, and he’s definitely drooling onto Eddie’s neck, and now that he’s not sleep-talking he’s back to snoring like a motorcycle, and Eddie’s slipping under before he can marvel any more at just how normal and fine it all is.

When the moonlight is swapped for sunlight, Eddie stirs to Chim singing along to radio in the kitchen downstairs. Buck blinks awake right alongside him, cheek imprinted with creases from Eddie’s collar and turning pink as he hastily peels himself away.

“Oh, um, sorry,” he says, voice rough with sleep. He contorts his body in surprise trying to roll off Eddie’s arm. “Did I—sorry, Eds.”

Eddie works his arm back under Buck, easy and deliberate. “S’fine,” he yawns. “It was my turn to be the little spoon.”

In his peripheral vision, Buck turns a brilliant red, and Eddie gives him a reassuring squeeze before taking great joy in telling him just how embarrassed he should be about the contents of his dreams.

(Buck’s mortification is blessedly short-lived, since the contents of Eddie’s dreams are equally embarrassing in the very exact same way, as it turns out.)

#911 fic #buddie fic #wrote this then had GRUELLING therapy so now posting this and legally u have to be nice. please #i have missed writing silly stuff i know it’s just been a few weeks but this was so fun thank u sami it’s exactly what i needed!#911 #buddie #nina writes #ok running on three hours sleep and a therapy hangover and a regular hangover so. posting and snoozing xoxo #bed sharing prompts #mine

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rea-grimm · 5 months

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Looking through his eyes - Mihawk pt 1

You ate a devil fruit and now you can see the world through the eyes of your soul mate.

This devil fruit is made up.

He was the strongest swordsman in the world to begin with. One of the few pirates who were ignored by the government. He could have everything he dreamed of. However, he was missing something. He searched all over the world for it. He destroyed ships like nothing out of boredom.

That is, until that fateful day when he was defeated and cursed. That day he lost his legendary sword and his human form. In return, he got wings and became a hawk. He was supposed to fly around the world in search of his purpose. Only when he finds it will he find his original form.

You didn't know if it was just a joke. You ate a devil fruit that allowed you to see through someone else's eyes. There was even a legend about it. Whoever eats this fruit will see the world through the eyes of their soul mate.

You were under the impression that it was all nonsense and that you had eaten the weakest fruit that existed.

In addition, you had the impression that the eyes through which you saw did not even belong to a person, but to some bird, because often when you looked, you saw a view from above. Never mind, it was a beautiful sight, but inside you hoped that it really could have been your soul mate's eyes. That somewhere in the wide world there is someone just for you.

You were walking through the bazaar on the small island, wondering why you didn't see anything from your other eyes. Every time you wanted to look, at the view from the sky or just like that, you were greeted by pitch-black darkness.

You passed one stand after another and nothing extra caught your eye. You stopped almost at the last one, which offered everything possible. However, it wasn't the things on display that caught your eye.

It was a larger cage that was built on top of a barrel that housed a hawk with a cap over its head. The bird had beautiful black feathers a white belly and sharp claws. Even though he couldn't see, he sat there proudly regardless of the situation.

When you were younger, your father, who was a falconer and was still alive, trained you with them. You tamed an eagle, which you then went hunting with. Maybe you could train this hawk as well, and if that doesn't work, he'd still be better off free than here in this cage.

The buyer tried to stretch the price and negotiate, but he didn't stand a chance against you.

As soon as you reached your ship, you took him out of his cage and removed his cap. He sat on your hand and looked at you with his golden eyes. It's hard to say if at that moment you created some kind of imaginary agreement between you because when you released him into the air, you expected him to fly away.

That he will fly somewhere to find his happiness. No. He flew past your ship, looked around and landed not far from you. In that moment you knew you could count on him. As he flew, you noticed that he had beautiful, reddish feathers on the inside of his wings. You have never seen such colouring in any such bird.

You were even more happy when you discovered that it was his eyes through which you saw the world. When you figured it out, you immediately started training.

You released him into the sky and moved while looking through his eyes. You felt like there was some kind of connection between the two of you because he knew exactly what to focus on and what you needed to see.

The hawk didn't have a bad time with you. And when he succeeded in something or there was an opportunity, you bought him some good meat.

You found out by accident that he had a weakness for wine and while you were drinking yours, you poured a little into his glass. Although you were worried that it would be unhealthy for him, he had a different opinion. When he got drunk like that, he sometimes let you pet him.

At the same time, you had no idea how everything in this world was connected. You were one of the best thieves in the world and you chose the sword of the most famous swordsman in the world, which disappeared without a trace, as the goal you wanted to reach the top.

His sword was subsequently confiscated by the Marines and hidden on one of their island bases. You had no idea that its owner was at your fingertips the whole time.

You left your ship on a blind part of the island that was not patrolled by marines. From there you started planning what to do next. You were studying the map of the fortress when Mihawk flew up to you and was looking at the map with you. With his help, you went through the whole island and found out the necessary things before you could go into action.

Everything had to work out perfectly. You had the timing right when the patrols were supposed to change. You had been watching them for a long time and you found out that they worked exactly like clockwork and had several blind spots between the alternations.

Once the time was right, you signalled to Mihawk and got to work. You ran with your planned route, using hawk eyes the whole time. From a height, you had a better overview of where everyone was standing and could react more easily to unexpected changes.

You avoided the guards who jumped around the corner or were late somewhere. You managed to get to the fortress undetected. You knew exactly which room the sword was in. It was just a matter of getting to the right window and picking a couple of locks before the sword was within reach.

You picked up the black sword and strapped it to your back when you noticed that there were still a few valuables to keep as souvenirs. You filled your pouch and headed back the same way.

You made it safely out of the base and stopped just behind its walls. You walked down the forest path and a hawk circled overhead before he swooped down and landed on a crossguard of the sword.

However, as soon as he touched it, there was a flash and he fell to the ground. It was strange. The sword did nothing to you. You carefully took him in your arms and walked with him.

When you were almost at the boat that was supposed to take you to the ship, you were surrounded by marines. You had the impression, based on how many were there, that they were waiting for you.

You immediately ran away. You ran into the forest and tried to shake them off. You ran to the cliff where the giant boulder was that you hid behind. From your hiding place, you heard the marines approaching and calling out to each other.

You cautiously peeked out from your hiding place. They completely cut off your escape route. However, most of the marines had their swords drawn and that worked in your favour as you were a more than passable swordsman.

You placed the hawk on the ground and noticed that he was finally coming to his senses. You removed the stolen sword from your back and stepped in front of them. You counted your enemies and got the impression that the odds were in your favour.

You put up a fight. They didn't stand a chance against you and fell to the ground one by one. You found yourself on the edge of a cliff, but you were still confident of victory.

What you didn't expect were shooters hiding in the thick undergrowth. You noticed them too late. Only when a bullet flew through your shoulder and completely knocked you over.

You lost your balance and dropped your sword. The other marines took advantage of this and one of them threw you off the cliff.

Below you was the sea. A normal person would be able to survive, but for you, the sea meant death because as a devil fruit user, you couldn't swim. You didn't imagine this ending.

You took a deep breath before breaking the surface and trying to swim. As you expected. You had the impression as if the sea held you with invisible bonds and prevented you from moving. You couldn't do anything at all. It was slowly getting dark before your eyes.

Hawk saw your defeat before it happened. He had to make a decision. The whole time he thought he needed his sword to undo the curse, but the more he thought about it, the better he felt with you.

Even in this weak form, he had the urge to save you. That's why he didn't delay and jumped into the water after you. However, during his fall, a similar light enveloped him as when he was cursed and fell into the water as a human.

PART 2

Mihawk Masterlist

#one piece #one piece x reader #dracule mihawk #mihawk x reader #cursed mihawk #Looking through his eyes #Monster Piece

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alexa-fika · 3 months

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Hey there! Could you please make headcanons of the straw hats with a reader who's a marine admiral who is upset at the corruption of his fellow marines, deserts the marine and immediately accept Luffy offer to join his crew"since your not a marine you should join my crew" "ok sure" I imagine Luffy being over the moon and the others freaking out

Please use either male or gender neutral pronouns

Bye Family, Hello Family (Luffy x brother!reader)

A/N: Here we go! Another Defected Marine joins the dark side (the best side). Am I the only one who feels conflicted about Garp? Idk like he seems paternal and caring but at the same time he let his son die? But at the same time it was his job? But at the same time he did die? But at the same time he warned him? But at the same time he is one of the few good marines XD

Dividers by @/Saradika

“Im tired of this Luffy,”

Both Luffy and his brother sat together at the top of a cliff, the Sunny anchored beneath them as Luffy’s crew explored and entertained themselves around the small island they had rendezvous at; Luffy glanced at the Marine next to him. He turns to look a him, his head tilted, confused at his brother’s words

“Grandpa was wrong; this isn't what he made it out to be, Luffy. I hate it; the Marines are a farse filled with corruption.”

Luffy looks away from Reader slightly while listening to his words

“The offer to join me still stands; Monkey D Reader and Monkey D Luffy on the same crew, Shishishi.”

Reader cracks a smile at his brother’s words

“I don’t know Luffy, what about Grandpa? I wanted to make him proud.”

“You would probably make him more proud by actually doing what you want.”

Reader shrugs

“I’m not sure, Luffy; somehow, it feels like im giving up, but I really can’t take how those assholes treat pirates and others who stand against them. They always say how pirates are nothing but scum, thieves, and murderers, but aren’t we marines the same? The only difference is that they do it for this so-called justice. Pirates can have hearts, and they are living beings just like the next person. You and Ace are some of the kindest people out there with just as kind crews; even Sabo and the revolutionaries are incredibly kind, fighting against how inhumane the government is.”

He listened to Reader speak as a smile spread across his face

“So…You’re thinking of taking me up on my offer then?” He asked, raising a brow, waiting for an answer

Reader huffs out a laugh

“Luffy, all you heard from that was ‘im considering your offer’?”

Luffy laughed as well and nodded

“I also heard that you think im pretty amazing, shishishi.”

“That is just not what I said, Luffy!”Reader exclaimed, swinging at his brothers just for the latter to easily avoid the punch directed at him

“Come on, you’ve always wanted to help people, give freedom to everyone, and that’s what I want too! I want to be the Pirate King because he is the freest of all! You aren’t giving up if you join me! You’ll still be able to achieve your dream!”

He bites his lip, thinking over his brother's words

Luffy stayed silent; his gaze never left your face as he watched you think the possibilities over. He had a soft smile on his face as he waited excitedly for his brother to join him on his adventures

“Is your crew okay with this?”

“Of course they are! They trust my decision-making completely and know how much I care about you. I made them all promise to be nice to you and treat you just like they would me.”

“Luffy! You said that as if you were sure I would say yes!”

“Well, aren't you?” He smirked with his usual bright smile

“Besides, I already told them before I asked you; they’d said you were more than welcome to join us.”

“You are something else, Monkey D Luffy.”

“Shishishi, of course I am. im the next Pirate king,” he exclaims confidently

“So...You joining? You can't leave me waiting for too long, you know; I've already made plans for you and everything.”

Reader smiles, sliding off his Marine jacket and folding it, placing it on the cliff next to them, and turning to face his brother

“Where to next Captain?”

They let out a surprised gasp as, rather than words, Luffy responds by wrapping his rubber hands around him and pulling him off the cliff with him

“H-Hey! Im already regretting this!” Reader screams

Luffy just laughs as he pulls his brother off the cliff

"It's too late now!! You can't back out now!! You accepted my deal, so now you have to stay with the crew! Shishishishi”

Feel like I made it a bit confusing in between Luffy’s and Reader’s dialogues, I feel like you can’t tell who’s who, what do yall think. Also I keep avoiding using you, and I don’t even know why?? Maybe because I alreadys tarted writing without you but I feel like it would make the stiry writing smoother

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@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

#one piece x reader #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece fluff #luffyx brother!reader #luffy x brother! reader #luffy x sibling!reader #with: luffy #luffy x reader #one piece luffy #mugiwara no luffy #straw hat luffy #monkey d. luffy #op luffy #luffy

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mega-aulover · 1 year

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Santa Baby...

This week a little M-rated FLUFFY sweetness for Everlark Christmas. Katniss one-ups Peeta once more in the Gift giving department.

It was their 10th wedding anniversary. And Peeta was rushing to get to their fifth-floor walkup. He was late as he rushed, navigating through the bustling shoppers. The faint Christmas music could be heard coming from the holiday-themed storefront windows. Peeta tried to leave early, but the bakery was packed tonight as Christmas was a few days away.

Peeta couldn't wait to get home to be with his wife and little girl Melody. He couldn't believe ten years of marriage had passed by. Ten years ago he was eighteen and in disbelief that he was marrying the girl of his dreams. They got married at Christmas because Greasy Sae decorated her small restaurant and they didn't have to spend money on decorating a venue. It was a small home-spun wedding, but it was filled with light, warmth, and love.

Ten years later and Peeta still had to pinch himself.

This year Katniss claimed she didn't want any hoopla. She told him she was going to make him a simple homemade dinner. Peeta wanted to do something grander, but Katniss said to save it for their twenty-fifth anniversary.

Peeta found it funny, Katniss wanted to do something small, because his wife, was the ultimate gift-giver.

Peeta could never beat Katniss when it came to their anniversary gifts. For their first anniversary, she gave him a piece of paper with the lease of his Bakery. On their 2nd anniversary, she'd gotten his mother to work in the Bakery. His mother who was opposed to their entire marriage showed up at the baker with the cotton tee shirt with Peeta's Baked Goods emblem. Each year Katniss always topped his gift making their anniversary memorable.

He was rather relieved that he was coming home to a home-cooked meal and to his daughter. He loved his family life. Loved his life with Katniss. Walking away from his wealthy upbringing when he was a teen, and choosing to be with Katniss, led to an exquisite life.

It wasn't easy because, they barely scraped by, but they were happy.

Peeta held his small gift bag tighter as he rushed down the stairs to catch the subway. According to legend, they were supposed to exchange tin. Peeta had gotten a shiny tin ornament for their tree at home. It was inscribed with their wedding date and the words "Happy Tin-th Anniversary."

Peeta checked his watch as he gripped the strap hand on the subway. There was a crush of people inside the train. As much as he loved the holidays, he loathed the mob of people fraught with high levels of anxiety over getting the perfect gift.

There were two types of Christmas shoppers. Those who purchased throughout the year, and those who waited until the holidays to shop. Peeta and Katniss were the people who purchased their gifts ahead of time, they saved money and it afforded them the ability to really enjoy the holidays.

Getting to his stop he sped up the stairs, out of the subway, and made the right. He briskly strolled to the apartment building. Using the key he opened the front door and stepped into the slightly warmer interior of the 7-floor building.

The lobby was empty as Peeta pressed the button for the elevator. He could have walked up the stairs but tonight, Peeta couldn't wait to get home.

He recalled his fifth anniversary when Katniss told him she was expecting their daughter Melody. It was the greatest present because he always wanted to be a father. Ever since then, Peeta had never been able to top that gift. He and his daughter were thick as thieves.

Entering their modest apartment, he paused to put his keys inside the bowl on the consul table. Pictures of their small family were hung on the wall. Melody was the carbon copy of her mother but with his eyes. One of his favorite pictures of Melody was when she was two. She'd found an easter egg. Her joy over finding the egg radiated in her wide blue eyes. Her small little mouth was thrown open in a triumphant shout, and her bow sat askew on her head. Melody was the sweet song in their lives.

"Katniss," Peeta called as he hung up his coat on the coat tree. And took off his shoes at the door. "Melody!"

Peeta frowned. Normally his five-year-old would be barreling her way to him by this point in the evening, and Katniss would be just behind her watching them. Tonight the entry was quiet and when he walked into the living room the lights were low. The Christmas tree lights were on the only noise in the apartment was the instrumental holiday music.

"Katniss," he called out.

In front of him were their small dining area and the galley kitchen. The table was set up for two not three. There was a bucket of bubbly on the dining table and the most delicious smells were coming out of the kitchen.

Peeta was going to call out again when he saw a folded note on one of the armchairs.

"Sit Down," he read out loud. "Melody with grandparents."

As soon as he sat the music changed. "Ba-boom, Ba-boom..." Came the familiar soundtrack of Santa Baby sung by Eartha Kit.

Katniss sashayed out of the kitchen in sync with the music.

Peeta's mouth went dry. She wore a long faux-fur coat on, red heels. her dark glorious locks were done up in 1940s finger wave. Her lips were red and her grey eyes sparkled. Katniss was his version of Jessica Rabbit. Suddenly his pants became tighter as she stood before him, and the faux-fur coat she wore slipped to the side showing her creamy olive skin.

Katniss's siren voice enveloped him as she sang, "Santa baby, just slip a Sable under the tree for me."

She turned around and let the coat slip to show the slender column of her back. Peeta gripped the arms of the chair as he realized Katniss was naked under the coat.

As she sang, "Hurry down the chimney tonight," she held the coat tighter and wiggled her bottom at him.

Peeta swallowed, he loved her ass.

She turned around as the brass instruments played.

Peeta gasped at the way her eyes told molten silver. They turned that color when she was turned on. He sat at the edge of the chair wanting to reach out to her but she pouted and shook her head no. She began dancing, shimming showing off her toned lean leg.

As she sang to him, she flashed small slivers of skin. He was sweating, and he wondered if perhaps the thermostat in the apartment was broken.

"Katniss," he gasped, desperate to touch her.

Peeta didn't have to feel disappointed at the lack of contact for too long, because she sat astride him and sang. "Think of all the fun I've missed. Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed."

Katniss leaned forward and Peeta could feel her hot breath on his lips and his heart wanted to escape the confines of his chest. He actually wanted to haul her into the bedroom like a caveman. But at the same time, he didn't want to move, because she was gyrating on him giving him a lap dance. It was the sweetest torture.

She stood up and shimmied away from him and Peeta wiped his forehead and gripped his hair, as Katniss danced slowly, and sang. "Come and trim my Christmas tree..."

Peeta was panting as she walked around the chair and whispered in his ear, "Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing."

His leg was shaking as Katniss began walking away toward their bedroom, singing, "Hurry down the chimney tonight..."

Katniss stopped at the door winked at him, then called him forth with her finger, before her coat slipped off her body and she disappeared into the bedroom.

Peeta tore through the apartment and found Katniss lying in the middle of their bed in tiny red briefs with the words, "Define Naughty," written in silver.

Once again Katniss had out-gifted him. But once more Peeta was a gracious loser.

#santa baby #Everlark #Rated-M #lol #happy holidays #drabble #Hunger Games AU Drabble #Peeta Mellark #Katniss Everdeen #Hunger Games #The Hunger Games

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robbingprince · 11 months

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Thick as Thieves

The night was warm, and bright, buzzing with insect song and the hooting of owls, the sound of wings fluttering in the distance. Even entering the old forest couldn’t dampen Damen’s spirit. They’ve been riding for a week, and now, finally, the scenery had started to change: they were in Vere proper, and this was now an adventure.

The dressing-up was not to his liking. The old priest had insisted, and Father took his word, as always: there are dangers, he’d rasped in his tinny voice, the likes of which we cannot even imagine in the Veretian woods. Stories of ghosts and ghouls and banshees, of spirits that would suck a man’s soul dry. All nonsense, all so silly he could cry, but Damen allowed the servants to stow his royal pin in the guard’s satchel, and sow his signet ring and golden chain into the inseam of his jacket. This way no one could tell he was Damianos, prince of Akielos: this way, according to the priest, the spirits would not know how to curse him. Pish-posh and poppycock, as Jokaste would have said. Only he didn’t ask for her opinion before he left. He didn’t even bid her goodbye.

Out here, in the forest, he didn’t need to think of it. A world away from home, the woods thickened before his very eyes, dark and foreboding, and enticing. The sky was a sheet of stars, visible in patches in between the treetops. They were to ride twenty miles more before breaking for the night. Damen rode leisurely, taking it all in. He was free, away from Jokaste and her questions, and her nagging. For now, all he needed was to ride, to fix the problems in need of fixing, to help restore peace and prosperity. Then the questions. Then—the rest.

Silence descended upon him quite suddenly. Damen hadn’t noticed he’d grown that far from the rest of the group—where had Pallas gone? The swish of his mare’s tail was almost still visible. Almost. He was, in fact, alone, with only the hoofbeats of his own horse in his ears, and a distinct feeling, a chill in the back of his neck.

Damen took the reins in his hands and pulled. Whose grand idea was it to cut through the forest, anyway? It was clearly going to take too long to reach their destination. And surely he should be able to hear the riding party, who can’t be moving any faster than him in the thicket. Also, reluctant to admit it, Damen couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched.

His horse was in no better state, jittery and panicky with every movement. The hilly ride wasn’t easy on either of them, and left the horse tired. The trees were too thick to afford passage, each as wide as three men. Ancient woods, the priest had said. Branches shot higher and higher above him, blocking the starlight. It didn’t take much longer to admit defeat. Damen decided to carry on foot, to find the others before attempting to ride out.

He only had to walk for two minutes (with that strange, tingling sensation in his back) before he reached a small clearing, bathed in moonlight. And in it—in it was something that stole Damen’s breath. He had to revisit his previous thoughts about spirits and ghosts: the—man?—before him couldn’t be entirely human. The way he stood, tall and ramrod straight; the way the light wrapped him, silvery-pale, as an offering; the cool, assessing look of his blue, blue eyes, just as bright, just as heady. Damen found himself walking without quite meaning to.

He took a step, and then another. Stopped when a sword, previously resting against a strong thigh, came to point neatly at his neck.

“That’s close enough,” said the man, or the dream. His voice was light. Damen was already hopelessly charmed.

“Who are you?” he asked, hopeless. And charmed.

“What do I want,” the man purred, “would be the more pertinent question, don’t you think?”

“I’ll take any answer you’re willing to give.”

He wore Veretian clothing, tight-laced and dark-coloured. His hair was braided around one lean shoulder. He was, all at once, a prince from an ancient fairy-tale, and a young nymph of the woods. Damen wondered if he could touch him, or if his fingers would pass through the silver-spun figure, like a vision.

“Forty-two,” the vision said evenly. “And Thursdays, more often than not.”

“What?”

A smile. Damen’s heart went a whole loop in his chest. “You said you’ll take any answer. Were these not to your liking?”

“They were perfect. Have you any others?”

(Read more on AO3: Thick as Thieves has started posting!)

#lamen fic #cp #captive prince #new wip #ahhh yes another new one. yes the total is now - fucking - four #in two different fandoms though #and this one is for sure the most fun #join the ride #RockingRobinCapri

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Skelesona and Skeleton: Relationship (Summaries)

Warnings: Violence, kind of angsty, implicated thingys, my friends were gaslit in the making of this post (love you @kiok0r0 and @hearty-dose-of-ranch)

Undertale -

Hydrangea is more of a closed-off person. She never had much interaction with Classic when they were in the Underground. However, at some point, they met by pure coincidence and Classic was convinced she was a dream. Later, on the surface, he is a regular at her shop and often buys flowers to make puns with.

As said, Hydrangea is a closed-off person, so she rarely interacted with anyone...But Vanilla met her purely by chance and when he said hello, she made a break for it. Vanilla, however, would return to befriend her. After a while, they became close friends, and on the surface, he is a regular at her shop who sometimes works part-time.

Hydrangea introduced flowers to the skeleton brothers. Classic's favorite flowers are irises and Vanilla's favorite flowers are sunflowers.

Horrortale -

Hydra and Clove were in a romantic relationship before the famine. They often talked about leaving the Underground and were very close. However, Clove would later betray her which would cause a permanent scar on her psyche and body, and thus, their relationship would fall completely apart. They later would become friends again.

Hydra and Cinnamon had a very close friendship. Often they'd work together and spend time together, when Clove betrayed her, she went into severe self-isolation and Cinnamon would then go on a search for her and he would rekindle their friendship. They would later become close friends (maybe a couple.)

Underswap -

Jane is an Underground influencer and Navy greatly admired her from afar. He would then meet her in person on accident and they would have a lovely chat. He knew her from when she was younger and he 100% had faith in her. She would then vanish into mystery. However, later on the surface, they became close friends and he would join her on her blog.

Jane is an Undergroup influencer and Syrup hated her. He 100% thought she was fake because he believed she left their home to rot to become a popular influencer. Later, this misunderstanding would be cleared up and they'd start slowly rebuilding their severely damaged relationship. On the surface, they're still slowly rebuilding, but they're closer again.

Underfell -

Harper is a mechanic and Cardinal is a someone who wants to learn how to work on cars. They have a begrudging respect for each other but Cardinal 100% believes she's a spoiled rich brat and she thinks he's a overconfident raging asshole. After some time, they do end up trusting each other enough to share their tragic backstories. Cardinal would later help Harper build her theater on the surface.

Captain and Harper have a very begrudging respect for each other. They were friends as children and were as thick as thieves, however, at some point, they would have a falling out that would take their friendship down with it. As adults, she sees him as a sad excuse of a villain and Captain sees her as a wannabe femme fatale. However, they do start to fix their very severely damaged relationship and on the surface, they're close friends.

Alluretale -

Glamour and Hadria had a very artificial friendship in the Underground due to the Charm, however, they did seem to have respect and care for each other. When the charm had fallen, they had become very incredibly close friends and worked hard together. Hadria helped Glamour become an established bartender while she became an established dance teacher.

Caramel and Hadria had a much more genuine friendship then she and Glamour. They seemed to get along smoothly and she absolutely adored his baking. When the Charm would fall, they would become even closer friends and they would work together on occasion. She helped him become an established baker and they are very close friends.

Fellswap Carnelian -

Juliette and Ebony had a very hostile relationship. They've been friends since they were kids and he sees her as a complete bad influence on his brother. They have fought several times, but after some time, they began to enjoy each other's company, but would never admit it. On the surface, they are very close friends and Ebony considers her a part of their family.

Juliette and Hound are best friends, partners in crime even. They've been together since they were children and they've been constant influences on each other. Juliette is his most relied-on friend and she relies more on him than anything. On the surface, they're just even closer and they rely on each other even more.

Swapfell Amethyst -

Suffice it to say, Jet absolutely hates Jemma. Jemma is an influencer who, he is convinced, sold her soul to gain money and fame. Jet thinks she's self-centered, callous, and cruel and he threatened her when they met for the first time. However, she seems to have a deep fondness for him, she says nothing on it. Rumors say she had a one-sided crush on him. After some time, they became very close friends, but Jemma still seems to keep herself closed off. People always say, their relationship always seemed off to them.

Brass and Jemma have a very hostile relationship. Brass seems very against having any sort of relationship with her. He seems to stick by his brother when it comes to her. However, like Jet, Jemma seems to display a kind of fondness for him that no one can quite place. When Brass and Jet crossed paths with her, she seemed almost too familiar with them. On the surface, they seem to be close friends, but Jemma seems to keep herself mostly closed off from them.

Dancetale -

Hip Hop and Hyacinth have a very friendly and fun relationship. Hyacinth seems to love to try and convince the other skeleton to dance with her, despite this, he seems to always refuse her. That, however, does not remove the very close bond these two have. They can be seen helping each other and learning new steps together. On the surface, they seem to teach the same class but with different styles.

Latin and Hyacinth are very close friends and could be found dancing together quite often. She seems to admire him quite a bit, but mostly kept that to herself. She didn't, however, seem to offer to dance with him as often as she did with Hip Hop. On the surface, they are dance teachers and teach separate classes.

Dancefell -

Calluna and Rhythm have a very hostile relationship. They can be found often arguing or fighting. He makes extreme effort to keep Tango and her as far apart as often. He seems to openly view her as a spoiled rich brat who uses anyone she meets. Calluna, on the other hand, appears to just accept his remarks and prefers to avoid him. However, they appear to rekindle their friendship and get along better later on, as if something has been addressed. On the surface, she is a choreographer, and he occasionally assists her with it.

Tango and Calluna have a VERY hostile relationship. Tango seems to view her as someone who he never should've gotten involved with as they were friends as kids. He shows a very harsh hostility, but sometimes, he just seems very hurt and looks very pained when seeing her. Calluna, on the other hand, appears to reach for him then pull her hand back; the reason for this is unknown, but she appears significantly more mournful and anguished when dealing with him than with Rhythm. Later on, they appear to restore their friendship and can be seen dancing together. On the surface, they appear to be very close friends who occasionally collaborate.

Danceswap -

Merengue and Hattie seemed to be very close friends, but Hattie seemed a bit distant towards him on occasion. Merengue definitely noticed and seemed to talk to her as often as he can to keep her near. He is shown to be very fond of her and can be seen dancing with her occasionally. On the surface, they can be seen working together and she is definitely a very close and fond friend of his.

DJ and Hattie seem to be close, but distant friends. They seem to be a bit more distant than Merengue and Hattie. She can be seen offering to dance with him like "they used to" but he would often decline. The two seem to be distant and many believe they are mourning their broken friendship. However, both can be seen openly protecting the other but can't seem to hold eye contact with one another. On the surface, their dynamic completely changed to being very close and very fond of each other. They can also be seen dancing, but rarely ever live.

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Undertale by Toby Foxx

Underfell by Underfell Fan (adopted by Fandom)

Underswap by Popcorn Pr1nce

Horrortale by Sour-Apple-Studios

Dancetale by Teandstars

Dancefell + Danceswap by: Unknown

Swapfell by Kkhoppang

Fellswap Carnelian and Swapfell Amethyst are my own boys.

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i-can-even-burn-salad · 1 year

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My Favorites

I have a soft spot for other peoples’ OCs, so why not make a list of my favorite stories and books <3 In no specific order. Please note: Some of those are heavy on the whump.

Unless noted otherwise, all stories are in a fantasy/historical setting.

I’ll try to limit it to one series per blog, but I might link others I have read without description, and I encourage you to check out the other works of those people.

Personal Highlights

Absolute gold star stories with a special place in my heart 💜 Finished, or very close to finished.

Unbidden by alittlewhump

Set in the world of Diablo 2, but doesn’t require knowledge of the game. Sweet necromancer gets pulled into saving the world, and has a horrible time doing so.

Hidden Depths by starlit-hopes-and-dreams

Resh sold himself into indentured servitude to save his sick sister. Unfortunately, the guy who now owns him is a sadistic asshole, and Resh in big, big trouble. (This one was finished, but now a second part started :D)

Never by whumpflash

A different take on Captain Hook, how he lost his hand, and his history with Peter. Very gory, very horrible and so very fun. Other works: Penumbra, Sun and Glass

The Prince of Thieves by little-peril-stories

In this Robin Hood-inspired story, Bree is arrested and thrown in prison with Will, a ringleader of the gang of thieves she’s part of. Other works: The Curiosity Collector

Untitled Story by verkja

A sorcerer who isn't half as evil as he thinks he is, a mercenary with a troubling dream, and the looming end of the world. (This one's not finished, but it will be.)

Sin of Purity, Purity of Sin by pleasestaywithmedarling

Kiri learned from a young age to keep her head down; Anden knows the key to his survival is to never back down from a fight. But when they are chosen to serve as the next year's sacrifice in the yearly Midsummer's Day ritual, they'll need to work together if they want to escape their fate. (In progress.)

Finished Stories

The Monster of Lindborough by secretwhumplair

Werewolf boy gets caught and tortured to drive out the beast. Then he’s left in the care of the smith, who slowly starts to see that there’s true monsters among them, and it’s not the kid crying in his house. Other works: Check their pinned post

My Little Mermaid by thoughtsonhurtandcomfort

Brave little mermaid gets stranded and is found by a human, who turns out to be a true nightmare. Other works: Check their pinned post

Smoke, Salt, and Asbestos by quietly-by-myself

Life for Keeper Silvanus was never normal. However, abnormal quickly changed to strange when a fae creature dropped dead at the doorstep of his ward, the Hall of Alchemists. Other works: Check their post here

Consequence of Action by squishablesunbeam

After a failed mutiny, Quinn is kept as a slave for the enjoyment of the crew, until one of them shows him some pity. Unfortunately, the captain notices. Notes: Sci-fi setting, so very nsfw.

Unburied by whump-me

In trying to prove what she has discovered—a weapon that can level a city, as long as it is fueled with a human body and soul—Kira just might become this fuel herself. Notes: Contains major character death. Other works: Martyr

Bridge from Ashes by winterandwords

Corruption and cruelty pulse through the veins of an opulent metropolis, where every side is the wrong side and progress is fuelled by exploitation. Notes: Cyberpunk setting. Other works: November Breaks

Actual Books by Tumblr Authors

I don't have half as much time to read as I'd like, so I recommend also looking at my #other people's books tag. Links go to goodreads for now.

Once Stolen by brynwrites / D.N. Bryn

When Cacao's attempt to rob the jungle’s most notorious energy cartel fails stunningly, a chaotic escape leaves him chained to a self-proclaimed hero with a hidden stash of power stones so large, Cacao would never need to steal again. He’s determined to get his hands on it, even if it means guiding her home straight through the mist-laden and monster-filled swamp that exiled him. Other works: Our Bloody Pearl, Odder Still

The Sorceress and the Incubus by menagerie-of-monsters / Mallory Dunlin

After ten lonely years of catching the meteors raining from the broken sky, all Rain wanted was a little help. Maybe some companionship. Then she gave my summoning a little too much power… and now she's bonded soul-to-soul with an incubus. Other works: The Changeling and the Dragon

Over the Dragon's Gate by serotoninshift / Juliana Jones & Riley Sanderson

Treya has everything he needs in his food, shelter, and other fish to swim with. It’s painful to wonder if he had another life once, so he ignores the fragments of disturbing dreams that plague him.

Winter's Orbit by avoliot / Everina Maxwell

Prince Kiem, the Emperor’s least favourite grandchild, never expected to be married off to a stranger with a day’s notice. But his cousin is dead, leaving a bereaved partner, and the Empire must renew its bonds with its newest vassal planet or risk an all-out war. Notes: Sci-fi setting.

Ongoing Stories

Not all of those get regular updates, and some aren't posted in chronological order.

Captured by redwingedwhump

This is a story about a relatively wicked warlock who is taken prisoner by his worst enemies- men claiming holiness, out to save his soul… Other works: Check their pinned post

Unsung Heroes by dont-touch-my-soup

Set in a war-torn fantasy world. Kell gets arrested after trying to protect his twin sister. He finds himself in a theatre where he is forced to sing and entertain his enemies.

Dark Water by cryptidwritings

Moss Harper boards a boat in search of a better life, but instead finds himself a captive in the middle of the ocean.

Perfect Sorrows by whumping-in-the-wings

A Victorian/Gothic whump story, set in Paris with a slightly unconventional take on selkie-ish magical creatures. Other works: Traces

Immortality Blows by brutal-nemesis

One sassy immortal with an excellent talent to find himself in horrible situations. Pirate whump? Lab whump? Burned alive? Cave whump? Take your pick.

Flicker in the Dark by just-a-silly-little-whumper

Sorcerers Elze’ith and Altair are fleeing pursuit by bounty hunters when they end up trapped in a valley ruled over by a cruel vampire. Notes: Contains nsfw chapters.

Duochromatic by siren-of-agony

Tiefling twins living under the sadistic hand of the Circus Director, who loves to collect oddities and make them his.

Kane & Jim by whumpsday

Years ago, Jim was kept as a living bloodbag for a vampire he despises. When he gets the chance for revenge, he jumps on it - only to find a man broken by years of torture.

Whumping the Whumpers by painsandconfusion

The story of how a chronic whumpee teams up with his past whumper to get revenge on the whumpers who have whumped him before. Notes: Contemporary setting. Other works: Check their pinned post

Freelancers by whumpacabra

David’s had a rough go at it - drugs, thugs, you name it, he’s survived it. But no matter how far past it he feels, it’s always there. Waiting for the right moment to pull the rug out from under his feet. Notes: Contemporary setting.

Unfinished Stories

I cannot guarantee that my categories here are correct, but below are stories that are either abandoned, or where the last update has been more than a year ago.

Blackmuir Reign by deluxewhump

When Therrin Blackmuir takes advantage of a volatile political situation to reclaim the throne, he finds an unexpected prisoner in the deepest cell of the dungeons, someone who does not expect merciful treatment from him.

Nik by just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi

Ever the one to sacrifice himself, Nik makes a deal with a sorcerer to keep his people safe. Little does he know that his cooperation was never required; just the magic that runs through his veins.

Gozukk and Anna by whimperwoods

Chief Gozukk of the orcs allows passage through his lands to a human caravan and receives, in exchange, a half-elf girl they’ve been abusing.

Also I throw a lot of masterlists I come across that I might want to check out at some point on my sideblog @burnt-salad-bar

(Not all of them, because that would require using more than a singular brain cell and remembering.)

#welp better prepare myself for the new-posteditor-calypse #and while I am on it trying a new format #the old one was just too stuffed #*mumbles* I am allowed to have favorites I am allowed to have favorites I am #favs

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Find the Vibe Tag

I was tagged @starlit-hopes-and-dreams for the vibe “Why do you care?” Thanks for the tag 💕

Rules: find an excerpt from your WIP that fits the phrase or vibe.

The Prince of Thieves does, indeed, have a few exact matches for "Why do you care?" but one is old and the other is spoilery so we're going for the general vibe of “Why do you care if I live or die?” instead!

The water tastes disgusting, as it always does when swilled over a sour tongue, but it doesn’t make me want to bring up the contents of my stomach. “Why?”

Her eyes meet mine. “Why, what?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what? Giving you water? You just said you’re th—”

“Keeping me alive,” I say. I don’t know if I want to know the answer. “I’m going to be hanged. We both know that. I just don’t understand.”

She’s quiet for a long while. I wish I could hear what thoughts are going through her mind—hear the justification for all this madness. Bargaining with Hatchett, selling Colette’s secrets to him, all for the ultimately pointless endeavour of buying me an extra few days, weeks at most, of miserable life. If you can call this life.

What she said before the fever pulled me into darkness comes back. “Keeping me here to suffer more because your mother died on you, that’s not fair.” I know these words will hurt her. I don’t care. “I watched my Ma die, too.”

“It isn’t just that, Fox.”

“Then what the fuck else is it?”

~ OPEN TAG MY PALS COME PLAY ~

Your phrase/vibe: "How do I know I can trust you?"

#lps the prince of thieves #will wardrew is a snarky little sh*t #bree cooper just wants to live her life #tag game #find the vibe tag #why do you care?

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Ambrose Island

So, after playing the map now for a while, it's time to write my first impressions and a first Review about it so far. There will be spoilers ahead!

First of all, this location is full Lucas Grey fan service! I'm sorry shippers, but I hope you will get your chance with Freelancer ❤️ But Ambrose Island is clearly Grey's level! IOI shows again, that they listen to their fans. After several YouTube videos, Blogposts and other posts on Reddit and the Hitman Forum from fans complaining about Grey's early death, they finally brought him back!

He has the most lines, and here is something that it's a bit of a pity: All lines I have found from 47 so far are reused. Diana has some lines in the opening cinematics, but in the location itself, Grey is our only handler and he guides us through the map.

The whole thing is set during the two month episode between Whittleton Creek and Sgail, and at the beginning, we see our dream team together again on that ship in the North Sea.

So let's start with the opening cinematic! It is similar to the ingame cinematics we know from Hitman 3. The lip synch is good, but the facial expressions are a bit wooden, more like in the cinematics we had in Haven and New York. But what counts is what happens and after they went a bit OOC (in my opinion) in Hitman 3, they show here how good they actually can write chracters.

I loved the little teasing between Grey and Diana! They are so cute together, in a mischievous way.

Diana: "I've seen the man's file. What did you expect would happen?"

Grey: "It's not like I had much choice, seeing as all my best lieutenants were killed by you two."

Diana: "Fair point."

This is GOLD!

The cinematic also gives us a deeper look on what kind of a person Grey is. He hired Noel Crest, one of our targets, to have an eye on the militia while he's away. But Crest turned away from the militia, disregarded Grey's order and formed a group of ruthless thieves, running around and killing people, no matter who they are.

Grey shows much regret, and again it is shown how broken he is. He tries to correct his mistakes he made in the past, maybe still hoping for a better future. Damn... 🥺

Grey: "He is my responsibility. My mistake."

I'm not crying, you are!

Grey asks Diana and 47, to "correct" this mistake, because with his next heist, Crest could warn the Constant and destroying the plans to kidnap him.

So here we are, on Ambrose Island, and what can I say? I love it! It is acutally bigger than I thought, considering that the level is for free. And it's not as I first thought, that it is Colorado 2.0 and that the whole map is a restricted area. There is a village near the beach, where you can walk around freely, a little jungle part and than there is the restricted section in some ruins and behind the village.

The default suit 47 wears and we can unlock at lvl 20 is a reskin of the tactical wetsuit and it's hot! Even if it's a reskin, I still love the more military look of it.

I can't say so much about the targets for now, because I haven't seen much of them. But I was strolling around the island and damn, there are so many things that are fun to play! A slap contest, hello? I slapped the whole village! You can also find the Buccaneer suit and some interesting items. I don't want to spoiler too much, go and discover the huge island, it's so much fun!

I am a bit sad about the missing new lines by 47 (Mister Bateson, were you busy?), because I was hoping for some brother-content between him and Grey. But there is one little hint I want to share with you, because it's kinda cute!

We can find an old acquaintance on the Island: Agent Smith. He is trapped in a cage and when we find him and he starts talking to 47, you can clearly hear Grey smiling when he says: "Heh... friend of yours, 47?" Tell me what you want, but you can almost hear the little jealously in his voice 😅

Of course, there are some things IOI could have done better. But I will not talk about these now, I am too thankful that they brought Grey back and kinda made his mission.

I can't wait to explore it more, so prepare for new screenshots and Reviews and more stuff about the level in the next days! Have fun playing it and tell me what you think about it in the comments or write me a message! I can’t wait to hear your opinions ❤️

#hitman #hitman 3 #hitman 3 year 2 #ambrose island #lucas grey #agent 47 #diana burnwood #olivia hall

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"The book thief" By Markus Zusak

Rating - 10 / 10

My comments contain spoilers

I believe the Book Thief to be one of the best literary novels I've ever read. Not only is the story and the writing phenominal, but the perspective the story is written through is partially what keeps you so captivated. The Book Thief is written through the perspective of Death. Death tells the story for the girl Liesel Meminger, since she is no longer able to tell it herself. Liesel Meminger, whos words held so much power that Death himself, sick of humans, sick of his job, felt the need to share this story with us.

When I first saw this book on the thrift store shelf, I felt drawn to it. Before I had even read the back, or the first page, it's like this book was physically calling out "Pick me. Pull me from this shelf and read me. You need me." Honestly, it was right. I needed this book, more then I thought I ever would. The Book Thief really helped remold my perspective on Nazi Germany. I always knew the time during Hitlers reign was horrible but seeing it through the perspective of a Jew loving, book thieving girl really helped me rethink how I percieved it. It's more then just History. Real people were affected during this horrible time. It's not just a story every one tells, it was a real event.

The book thief was an endlessly captivating read, it was a book that I found myself unable to put down, I was constantly waiting for what was to come next. I think part of what kept me drawn in was the fact that the entire story is told through the perspective of Death. Death is a reliable narrator, he's not under the use of any substances that may put him out of his right mind, I also believe the fact that this isn't his story he's tellng, helps make him more of a reliable narrtor. Not only will Death be unbiased during his character building, but he genuibely has no reasobn to lie to us, he make a point to have it known that he's only there to tell the story, his opinions o the situation don't matter, he'snot here to share his opinion. Though he does share his thoughts with us, Deaths purpose is to tell the story and nothing more; he makes this very clear with the reader. An excellent example of this is about halfway through the book, Death decides to spoil the ending. He claims he doesn't like suspense, he doesn't like the mystery of it all. I believe this itself is enough to pin Death as a reliable narrator. He says it himself, he doesn't like mystery, so why withhold information from the audience? Why lie about anything? He wouldn't.

I find it fascinating how Markus Zusak is able to write an entire book about death without it seeming like that at first glance, even with the narrator being the embodiment of death. During the duration of the novel, people are constantly dying, the book itself starts with the death of a young boy. Despite this, the book is able to pull you through with this false hope that maybe things will be okay, even if you know deep in your gut it won't be. The writing throughout the book is amazingly executed. There's not a single moment throughout the book you want to put it down, every word captivates you. Every word seems so carefully chosen, every word feels like it needs to be there.

Not only is the book phenominally written, but every character is memorable. It feels as if there's no filler characters, everyone is there because they needs to be. Everyone has a role they needs to fufill in th novel, they all have a set of goals and dreams. Markus Zukas has a skill for making all of his characters feel real. I long to learn more about all the characters we didn't get to hear about as much, I want to hear everyones stories. I wish there was more novel for me to read.

If you have a chance to read this book, I heavily recommend it. I feel like this is a book that everyone needs to read. Even if you believe you understand the events of this time period, it really changes your perspective. It helps you see the events from another angle. It makes you feel so much more.

#creative writing #my writing #writeblr #book review #the book thief #markus zusak #book recommendations #book blog #personal blog

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For once, Cecco had decided to actually wear their boots while out and about. It was a foreign feeling, to hear how branches snapped beneath the worn down rubber soles, and yet to feel nothing. No stinging tension greeting calloused flesh, void of any scratching sensation from the peeling bark. Something they never thought they would miss until it was withheld from them. But to walk alongside such a dignified young lady, barefoot, well it would be unsightly at best. Though, should the pair have to run, she might very well have the upper hand. Blasted heels would simply shift the dirt around, rather than pushing off of the earth.

Curls bounced with each step, a passionate fire burning beyond umber hues as they drank in words that were written upon their dossier, ink that held a world of their own. A recounting of what life had been like before this island. Before the Righteous Harpy burned, back when life seemed normal. Page upon page, filled with glorious tales of adventure and whimsical swashbuckling. Treasures recounted with pride, the funerals that had been held for their brethren lost at sea. It had been something Cecco had intended to give to one of the two women within their life that had secured a very special place within their heart. Anna, their longest living kin thus far. Someone Cecco would run themself through for, the only remnant from the past that they could offer a better life. The only one they could save. She was like a sister to them, someone who deserved to know the truths of their past. It would be a memento for her. Something to remember them by. The only part of them that the island couldn’t destroy and turn to ash.

Though the young woman beside them was also considered for receiving the book as a gift, something to fuel the fires for her stories. To ensure the raging hunger within her to create captivating worlds and haunting adventures, was never extinguished. Something that perhaps, should she ever find a way to escape the shores, would allow her to remember a lost soul upon cursed shores. If ever she found her way back to London, then perhaps there, Cecco could prove to be helpful one last time, pushing her towards that dream of being an author she had spoken so dearly of. Something that, rather selfishly, allowed Cecco to live on beyond these waters. Was it wise, to gift a child so close to Pan something so valuable? Something that revealed what weaknesses could be used against them? A book that so easily could be misplaced or stolen by sticky, shadowed fingers.

There was no doubt within Cecco’s mind that to gift Wendy this piece of their history, would surely spell out their demise. Though there were few they trusted more to give hold over such a death sentence to. For this would place a loaded gun within her hands, leaving them at her mercy. A gracious executioner. But it was not yet time to pass such a heavy burden, a curse, on to either woman’s shoulders. There were still a few good, fighting breaths within the quartermasters lungs, and until they were gasping, desperately clinging to what little life was left within them, this book would remain hidden away on the Jolly Roger. Until they were willing to part with it. Pulled away from their thoughts by the gentle force pulling against the cotton material of their frock coat, one that urged them not to move so much as an inch forwards, Cecco turned their gaze away from the book, closing it before any thieving eyes could steal what secrets laid within tattered bindings.

Had they gotten so caught up that they had nearly left the poor girl alone, paces behind them? A wave of guilt resonated within the darkest parts of them. Here they had offered to walk the girl a distance back towards the main land, to ensure her safety, and they very well had become so caught up in their own matters, that they had nearly left her behind. Chapped lips revealed a saddened smile, guilty, silently asking Wendy for her forgiveness as Cecco tucked the book away within their coat.

“Piccola luce-” They paused, so much wished to come forward. To be put out in to the open air where it could all be sorted freely. Where it would no longer weigh quite as heavily on their shoulders. Quiet laughter escaped from them, a subconscious way to shake the thoughts from their head. “I’m sorry, I forget that you’ve got these small legs sometimes!” A warm smirk haunted the corners of their lips, a hand reaching up to ruffle her hair.

#A grand adventure of your own { Wendy }#answered #((Have fun with that- I don't know what the hell overcame Cecco))#((They really got up in their feels))

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balyena-lu · 4 months

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Ausra - angogo [TH]

It's been a while since I became independent, chasing my dreams to become a world-class entertainer and hoping to bring a smile to everyone's faces... Of course, there are some struggles along the way but that's the part of the journey. What's a few grumpy employers every now and then, once she's through with them even they can't help but crack a smile. Even though I don't regret the choices I've made, I can't help but reminisce, ever since I put on that backpack and shut the door to my home, adventure just waiting to be discovered! It was the best decision I've made. It was even better because Dorian understood me and my goals, he and I are thick as thieves even now. Truly, I am living my best independent life and what a tale this would be once I've reached the top and met my idol.

#request writing #Character Monologue

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P5R: Rebel Girl (A FeMC Story/P5R Rework) Chapter 171: But Not The Last

Haru woke up Tuesday. As she went to the kitchen, she smelled a familiar smell; a smell she hadn’t smelled in a long time. She entered the kitchen and saw something strange: her father was cooking. Kunikazu looked over his shoulder and saw his daughter. “Ah, good morning Haru.”

“Ah!” Haru said, surprised. “Good morning father.” She continued looking at him confused. “Um, it’s unusual to see you cooking.”

“Yeah, well,” Kunikazu said as he sighed, “a lot has been unusual as of late.”

“You can say that again…” Haru muttered. She sat down. “So, what are you making?”

“Heh,” Kunizaku chuckled. “Your mother’s pancake recipe.” Haru was even more shocked. He flipped the pancake. “I spent all night trying to find it.”

“Oh!” Haru exclaimed. “Do…you need help?”

Kunikazu smiled. “I’d like that. Cmere!” Haru walked over and helped her father cook using her mother’s recipe. In a way, it felt like all three of them were there again.

Once the pancakes were ready, they began eating. “How is it Haru?” Kunikazu asked.

Haru swallowed her bite. “Delicious!”

“Well, I’m not as good as your mother was,” Kunikazu replied.

“Don’t sell yourself short, father,” Haru said. “You’re an exceptional cook when you want to be.”

Kunikazu just smiled in response. They kept eating. Kunikazu then interjected once more. “You know, there was a reason I wanted to find your mother’s pancake recipe.” Haru looked over at her father.

Kunikazu grew dour. He sighed. “For a long time, something has clouded my judgment. I… When your mother died, I was …lost…I somehow came to the conclusion that I had to turn into this greedy person. I thought I was doing it to protect everything I had left over…but…I don’t know. Somehow, it grew out of control. But after recent events, I’ve decided to make things right. Unfortunately, this’ll mean that I’m going to prison.”

He looked up at Haru. “I’m sorry I wasn’t a better father…or much of a father at all, really…but I just want you to know that I always loved you, even if I couldn’t show it.” He sighed again. “I…I wanted you to have your mother’s pancake recipe so you can have something to remember the good times. I know you’ll have all of this, or as much of this that remains, but this is more of a testament to the worst aspects of me.” He smiled. “I know this is too little too late, but…”

Haru had tears in her eyes. “Oh father!” she said. She got up, rushed to him, and gave him a hug.

Kunikazu was taken aback by the hug, but reciprocated to the best of his ability. He smiled. “I need you to be strong, OK?”

“Yes father!” she said.

“That’s my girl,” Kunikazu replied. They continued their hug for a while, but broke off to face the inevitable. Still, they knew they were better for it.

Later, Haru arrived at school. Just as she was entering, she heard “Hey.” She turned to see Hiroki. He approached her intently. “Listen…I’m sorry…”

“Huh?” Haru said.

“I didn’t mean to scare you like I did,” Hiroki continued. “I just…ugh, it feels like a fever dream. I dunno what came over me. Just anger, emotion, and…fear, I guess…”

Haru looked at Hiroki’s stance. She knew better than anyone what Hiroki thought he was up against. She wished she did something sooner, but she knew that it wasn’t too late. She grabbed his hand with determination. “Hiroki!” she said.

Hiroki was surprised. “Um, yes?”

“I need you to listen to me,” Haru continued. Hiroki nodded. “...My father…most likely is going to end up arrested…” Hiroki was shocked. He knew that the Phantom Thieves went after him, but to hear it was another thing entirely. “He asked me to be strong. And I promised I would be. But I need you there too! Otherwise…it’ll be difficult to stay strong. I mean, I have more friends now, but without you…”

Hiroki smiled. “Say no more. I understand.” He paused. “Thanks.”

“Hm hm, what are friends for?” Haru giggled. They continued on their way.

Throughout the day, Hiroki was getting back to his old self. This was noticed not just amongst the student council, but also Ryuji, Lena, and his other classmates. He wasn’t feeling the best, but seeing them not be concerned for him helped ease himself.

Meanwhile, Haru’s heart was on the verge of beating out of her chest. Still, she remained calm. After all, despite everything, she knew this had to be done. It still hurt, but with everyone helping her, she knew it would hurt less.

During lunch, Haru got out her phone and messaged the group.

Haru: Hey, would you mind if we met up at Shujin before we go to Destiny Land?

Makoto: It is closer.

Ryuji: Plus most of us are here anyway.

Yusuke: Are we just meeting up and going?

Haru: Not quite.

Haru: I have some work for the gardening club to tend to.

Haru: So maybe we an meet on the roof.

Haru: I just want you to be there with me.

Futaba: Are you OK Haru?

Haru: I’m fine.

Haru: Or…I’ll be fine.

Haru: Despite everything, this is still difficult.

Haru: So I’d rather not spend any time alone than I need to.

Sumire: I understand.

Sumire: It can be difficult.

Ren: We’ll meet you up there.

Jose: How will we get in?

Ann: I can help sneak you in.

Lena: Me too!

Makoto: If you do get caught, just tell them it’s OK with me.

Lena: Thanks Makoto!

Haru: I appreciate you doing all of this.

Ren: The pleasure is all ours.

Ren: We’ll see you after school.

Haru: Thank you.

They put their phones away.

Meanwhile, Hiroki’s older brother was on the phone. “WHAT?!”

“You heard me,” Kunikazu said on the other end. “Our deal is off. You are no longer engaged to my daughter.”

“But SIR!” Sugimura protested.

“No buts,” Okumura said. “My decision is final.”

“Grr,” Sugimura hissed. “Fine! But you can kiss your political career goodbye!”

“Believe me, I already have,” Okumura said. He hung up.

Sugimura was stunned at the abrupt end. “Grr. GAH! What’s UP with him? He shouldn't be this cognisant.” He sulked for a little bit. “Perhaps I'll have a chat with father about this.”

After school, most of the Shujin Phantoms started heading to the roof. Makoto instead headed to the student council office. She rushed to her desk and started looking things over. The other members took notice. “Um, do you have plans?” Misa asked. “It seems like you’re in a hurry.”

“Yeah,” Makoto said. “I’m just doing a quick check on things, and then I have to get out of here.”

Hiroki looked on at his boss. He knew she was part of Haru’s circle now, and guessed that she was going to meet up with her. “Hey,” Hiroki said. “I’ll take over for today.”

Makoto was stunned. “Are you sure?”

Hiroki nodded. “I mean, I’ve missed out the past couple of days. I gotta get back into the swing of things.”

“Usually that’s done by easing you in,” Kisa remarked.

“Well, I like diving into the deep end,” Hiroki shot back.

Makoto smiled. “Very well. But I warn you, it’s a lot.”

"It’s nothing I can’t handle,” Hiroki grinned back.

Makoto stood up. “Very well.” She started walking out. “You know, this is why I chose you to be my successor.”

“I won’t let you down,” Hiroki said. Makoto simply nodded and left.

She arrived on the roof a few minutes later. “Ah, welcome Makoto,” Morgana said. The others turned to notice and welcome her as well.

“Thanks,” Makoto said. “I was taking care of some student council business.”

“It’s OK Mako-chan,” Haru said.

“Yeah,” Ryuji added. “It’s not like we were leaving without you.”

“Well, I appreciate the gesture, Makoto said. “So, what’s the plan?”

“Haru’s tending to some of the plants,” Morgana explained. “And Yusuke’s helping.”

Makoto looked over and saw that this was true. “Really? Um, no offense, but I didn’t expect you to have a green thumb.”

“Well, Madarame had a small garden that we would help tend,” Yusuke explained. “But I’m more here for aesthetic composition. Whereas Miss Haru is taking care of the planting and care taking.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Haru said. “You’re a really good organizer, and you know your way around a planter’s box.”

“Well I’m just trying my best to assist,” Yusuke said.

“You’re doing a good job,” Haru said.

Makoto turned to Ann and Lena. “By the way, how did you find getting Yusuke, Jose, and Futaba here?”

“We had no trouble at all,” Ann said.

“Yeah, it seemed like no one really cared,” Lena said.

Makoto sighed. “I suspect that the teachers may have had other things on their mind.”

“I haven’t really been here before,” Jose said.

“How do you find it?” Lena asked.

Jose shrugged. “It’s a school.”

“Fair,” Lena replied.

Futaba was looking through her laptop. “Man, this Okumura press conference is getting a lot of attention. More so than any previous confession.”

“Well, that makes sense, right?” Ryuji said. “I mean, after the Medjed incident, we became superstars.”

“Besides, Okumura is one of the most well-known people in Japan,” Sumire added. “He even has influence outside the country.”

“Perhaps,” Futaba said. “But something about this feels a little…”

“What’s the coverage like?” Ren asked.

“It’s intense,” Futaba said. “Not only is it talking about Okumura's business practices, but also that he has other information.”

“Hmmm,” Ren replied. “Maybe because Okumura has a connection that the people with that connection may be intent on seeing it as well?”

“But why would they want more people to see it?” Futaba said. “It doesn’t make sense.”

“Hmmm,” Morgana pondered. “Well, we don’t know what they have planned, or how they operate. Perhaps they have something in the cards too.”

“If that’s the case, then we have to play the cards we’re dealt with,” Ren replied.

“I guess…” Futaba said. “I want to look into things further, but that’ll take some time, and we have a Destiny Land to go to!”

“I’m sure we can figure it out,” Morgana said. “We’re The Phantom Thieves after all.”

Sumire giggled. “You said it!”

“Alright, and now for the finishing touches,” Haru said. “Ta-da!” The others looked on to see dirt and boxes. “It’s not much yet, but it’ll grow in time.”

Ren looked at them and smiled. “Just like us.”

Ann chuckled. “Yeah.”

Haru nodded. “Thank you. Now then, shall we?”

“We shall!” Morgana cheered. The rest of them cheered, and then they headed out for Destiny Land.

Upon arrival, the Thieves were stunned to see the place so empty. “Woah!” Ryuji remarked.

“I know you said the whole park was renovated,” Makoto said, “but it’s still a little surreal to see it so empty.”

Haru giggled. “Well, I’ll admit it’s not as lively, but there is something magical about it just being us here.”

“You said it!” Futaba replied.

“Have you…been here before?” Yusuke asked. “I’m not sure if this is the kind of place you’d like, with all the crowds, and noise.”

“Well…” Futaba said, “I came here with my mom when I was young. I wasn’t as nervous around people, but I did get lost for like half an hour.”

“Well, it’d be hard to get lost now,” Ren said. “The park is practically empty.”

“Still, it is a big space, so maybe we should stick together,” Sumire suggested.

“Point taken,” Ren said.

“So, are the rides operational?” Ryuji asked.

“Well, this was supposed to be a dinner, so no,” Haru said. The thieves were a little disappointed whether they showed it or not. “However, the parade and fireworks show is still on! And we can still buy things from the gift shop!” Their faces lit up.

“FOR REAL?!” Ryuji exclaimed.

“Now all we need is for Yusuke to not rain on our parade,” Ann joked.

“If I could control the weather, I’d be in a much different place,” Yusuke said.

“Would you make it always sunny?” Lena asked.

“Nah, I bet he’d cause weather anomalies to get a good painting,” Futaba joked.

“Don’t reveal my secrets like that!” Yusuke protested.

“OoooooooK….” Futaba said.

“Let’s…just enjoy the festivities, alright?” Makoto suggested. They all nodded.

They decided on touring the park for a bit. Despite the inactive park rides, it was still a spectacle to look at and get some good photos. They stopped at the gift shop, and picked up some knick-knacks. Ann bought her and Ryuji some headgear, a bow with cat ears for Ann and some bear ears for Ryuji, while Futaba picked out some rabbit ears and top hat to wear, and Jose picked up a light blue sailor hat.

Eventually, they gathered for the dinner. “Man, this place is amazing!” Jose said.

“I think you’d like it more if you got a chance to ride the rides,” Makoto said.

“Although I suspect that if the rides were active, you’d spend more time not riding than riding,” Ren pointed out.

“It’s still nice,” Sumire said. “Something is better than nothing.”

“True,” Ren said. “As a thief, I should know that.” Sumire giggled.

“You know, it’s still a little surreal to have this place all to ourselves,” Ryuji said.

“I hardly find it worth complaining about,” Yusuke replied.

“I’m not complaining, but…” Ryuji retorted, “it’s just odd, you know? It’s not every day you go to a theme park, let alone one that’s empty.”

“You know you can get a yearly pass,” Haru said. “But they’re not quite cheap.”

“Coming from you that means a lot,” Ann said.

“Well, I could afford it,” Haru said. “But I do recognize it’s a bit of a luxury.”

“I don’t know if I’d want one,” Lena said. “I mean, going on rides is fun, but everyday?”

“Eh. It doesn’t have to be that,” Futaba said. “I follow some people online who have one, and some days they go just for the food.”

“Well, I can hardly blame them,” Yusuke said. “This is delicious!”

“I hope you’re alright Mona-chan,” Haru said. “This place doesn’t usually cater to kitty tummies.”

“I’m doing alright,” Morgana said. “While it is limiting in a sense, the food here is still very good.”

“Hm hm. I’m glad,” Haru said.

“Look, that parade’s starting!” Ann pointed out. Everyone turned to see the parade.

“Woah!” Ryuji exclaimed.

“They sure know how to put on a show,” Makoto remarked.

“No fooling,” Lena said. “Maybe I can take some notes. They’re so confident and they have to do this every day!”

“I assume they have a rotating cast,” Yusuke said. “But I do agree that this is a marvelous show.”

“Woah!” Futaba remarked. “It’s just like I remember it as a kid!”

“I know, right?!” Ann said. “You know, this place makes me feel like a kid again!”

“I know what you mean,” Sumire said. “It has some kind of magic to it.”

“Woah!” Jose said in awe. “So many moving parts. How fascinating.”

“I’m not sure I get it,” Morgana said, “but I enjoy it.”

“I guess it’s more suited to those who are a little more familiar with what this park represents,” Ren said. “You know, my mom would be so jealous right now. She ADORES this kind of thing.”

“You like it too,” Sumire said.

Ren chuckled. “What can I say? I’m my mother’s daughter.”

Haru giggled. “I’m sure the staff like all this.” Everyone gave Haru a confused look. “It’s just, the people who were supposed to be here were mostly business people, and they might not focus on the show like you guys are. So they’ll like that their effort isn’t going to waste.”

“Well, when you put it like that,” Futaba said. “WOOOOOO!”

“WOOOOOOOO!” Ryuji joined in.

“WOOOOOOO!” Ann added. It was a little awkward, but the staff liked the cheers.

After the parade wrapped up, the fireworks show began. “Oooooooooo!” the thieves said.

“What a beautiful display,” Yusuke said.

“‘But not as beautiful as you’,” Futaba said in a deep voice. “That’s what guys would say to a girl they liked in a situation like this, right?”

“Well, maybe in a romance novel,” Lena said. “But it would be a nice compliment.”

“Oh, uh, Ann, those fireworks are not as pretty as you,” Ryuji stumbled.

Ann giggled. “I get what you were trying, but you don’t have to do that. We’re beyond that point, right?”

“Uh, right,” Ryuji said. “Yeah…” After a slight pause, they kissed.

As Ren was watching, she remarked “You know, these fireworks are pretty amazing though.”

“Mmhm,” Sumire said.

Ren turned to Sumire. “It is hard to compare though,” she said. Sumire was slightly confused. “A fireworks show like this is a rare opportunity, one which I’ll treasure for a lifetime. But I see you everyday, and I treasure that opportunity as well.”

Sumire giggled. “Oh you.” They also shared a kiss.

Haru giggled as well. “Tonight’s really something else, huh.”

“You said it,” Jose said. “A celebration like this to cap off our latest heist. Plus with your father confessing, we’ll be this much closer to everything.”

“When is that happening?” Makoto wondered.

“Oh, uh, I think it’s about to start,” Haru said. The thieves froze before scrambling to get their phones to watch the livestream.

It was a little hectic, but they all managed to tune in just as the conference was starting. “Lemme see!” Morgan demanded. Ren lowered her shoulder so Morgana could hop on.

Kunikazu was standing before the press. “Thank you all for coming. I wish to address some rumors.” He sighed. “It is true that I have been running my company with an iron fist. I have been overworking and underpaying my employees for my own personal gain. I’ve violated the rules where I could to get ahead, and have intimidated other businesses in order to become the best. I cultivated a dangerous work environment in order to try and fill a void in my heart. But alas, that could never be filled. I learned that too late.” He bowered. “I sincerely regret my actions.”

“He’s taking things very well, all things considered,” Morgana said.

“I think he still wants to be professional,” Ann said.

“Or maybe he wants to be professional once before, well…” Ren said.

He continued answering questions about the conditions of his workers, his business dealings, and various other things earnestly. One reporter then asked “There has been a suspected link between you and some of the mental shutdown cases: Is that a coincidence?”

“Here it comes!” Ryuji said.

“Allow me to address that,” Kunikazu said. “I am indeed responsible for those attacks.” The crowd gasped. “However, I did not act alone. I didn’t commit the acts themselves. I hired someone else to do it for me. But only some of them. This was not a service limited to me, but one controlled by a very powerful person.” The crowd grew more on edge. “That man is…Hiroto Ono, the head of the Special Investigations Unit!”

The crowd was stunned. “Well, you heard it here first,” a reporter said. “Kunikazu Okumura has just claimed that Hiroto Ono, the head of the SIU, is responsible for these mental shutdowns.” They showed his picture on the screen.

Haru went pale. Jose noticed. “Are you OK Haru?” he asked.

“That…that was him…” Haru said. “That was the man that came over to deliver that cake.”

“FOR REAL?!” Ryuji shouted.

Haru nodded.

Makoto sighed. “Well…that’s very complicated then. He’s my sister’s boss.”

“Well, we have a name right?” Ann said. “We can at least see if he has a palace.”

Ren nodded. She went to the Metaverse app and said “Hiroto Ono.”

“Location subsumed by another palace,” he phone responded.

“WHAT?!” Morgana shrieked.

“Perhaps this has something to do with the strange reading on your principal,” Yusuke suggested.

“Yeah, but then where does that leave us?!” Futaba said. “In case you forgot, we were trying to get closer to who’s behind it and if this guy is hiding behind someone else, we’re back to square one!”

“Not necessarily,” Ren said. Everyone was shocked. Ren looked at Makoto and nodded.

Makoto sighed deeply. “There…may be a way to get what we want still.”

“How do you figure?” Yusuke asked.

Makoto averted her gaze. “A little while ago, I found out my sister…has a palace.”

Everyone was shocked. “Why didn’t you tell us?” Ann asked.

“Well…I went to scout it,” Makoto said. “And then Eris appeared, saying we weren’t ready for it,” Makoto said. “I talked with Ren about it, and as much as I wanted to save my sister, I wanted to wait for the best opportunity. I don’t want to fail at this, so I held onto that information.”

“I get it,” Futaba said. “It was like how Sojiro brought you all in when I was corrupted by Eris.”

“Yeh,” Makoto replied. “I was scared. I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Lena said. “You did the right thing.”

Makoto was stunned. “But I-”

“She’s right,” Sumire said. “It wouldn't be good for anyone to act rashly in a situation like this.”

Makoto smiled. “Thanks…”

“So, your sister’s boss is connected to this mental shutdown business, and you think that by stealing your sister’s treasure, we might get closer to this side of the investigation,” Jose surmised. “Is that your thinking?”

“That’s right,” Makoto said. “My sister is working on that case, as well as the Phantom Thieves case. So we just have to get her onside by hook or by crook.”

“It won’t be easy,” Yusuke said.

“I’m sure she knows,” Haru said. “I mean, it was difficult to do this with my father, but I’m sure she knows it’s worth doing.”

Makoto smirked. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

“Well, whatever the case, we need to be prepared,” Ren said. “Despite all of this, Eris is still out there, and she probably won’t make this easier for us.”

“Right…Eris…” Makoto said.

“You know anyone with a grudge against your sister?” Futaba asked. “I could probably figure out who it might be.”

“I doubt it,” Makoto said. “Unless you can figure things out between hundreds of prisoners and their families. Not to mention jealous coworkers.”

“Oh, yikes,” Futaba said.

“They usually have a more personal connection, don’t they?” Jose pointed out.

“True…” Makoto said. “But this is Eris we’re talking about. She could change the rules on us.”

“Truth be told, I don’t know what figuring this out would achieve,” Morgana said “I mean, it’s not like we can warn them without looking crazy and tipping our hand.”

“I guess that’s true,” Ryuji said. “But at the end of the day, we’ll take them down just like everyone else!”

Makoto nodded. “You’re right.”

Ren smirked. “Well gang, from here on out, we’re going to be walking a difficult path. We’re inching towards the person responsible for the mental shutdowns, and we’re not taking the direct approach on this either. If anyone wants to back out, now’s the time.”

“Are you crazy?!” Ann said. “After everything, you’d think I’d back out now?!”

“Yeah!” Ryuji shouted. “I’m here to finish this race. I'm not gonna half-ass this!”

“You really think I’ve paid you back for setting me free from Madarame?” Yusuke said. “You set me free, and I’m continuing this fight.”

“I’m not through either!” Lena said. “I’m here until the end, whatever that may be! I missed out so much by letting myself wallow. I’m not gonna do that again!”

“You’ve taught me so much,” Haru said. “There’s no way I’ll let that go to waste.”

“I’m still in too,” Jose said. “I want to see how remarkable humans can get.”

“My sister’s life is on the line,” Makoto said. “Don’t think for a second I’d drop out!”

“The person at the top is responsible for taking my mother’s life," Futaba said. “I’m in it for the long haul too!”

Ren looked down at Morgana. “You know I’ll always be by your side, right?”

Sumre took Ren’s hand. She looked at her. “I’ll always be by your side too!” Sumire chimed in.

Ren smiled. “Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you. … Thank you, everyone.”

Fool-The Phantom Thieves: Rank 8

They finished their meals, and headed out of the theme park. And even though they were leaving Destiny Land, they were heading toward their own destinies.

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