#eight balls you were a worthy opponent

[komaneko-kun]

snakey boy sketch

[sunlightmurdock]

you don’t have to be a star | bob floyd

hey, hey, hey lover, I love you just the way you are.

in which after being outshone by his colleagues, Bob takes a moment of reflection with his soon-to-be wife before bed. For @ohtobeleah’s Galentine's Day Special <3

warnings: Bob being a little insecure, Jake being a little shit, kissing and allusions to sex. Adults cuddling and touching each other, nothing that isn’t PG-13. WC: 2.1k

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Lieutenant Commander Jake Seresin is a force of nature, and has been for as long as anyone can remember. For some, he’s intolerable. For others, he’s irresistible. People rarely fall in the middle when it comes to their alignment with Hangman — devotion or despisement.

For you, he’s someone that you will always be indebted to. If it wasn’t for Jake, you would have never met the love of your life.

Two summers ago, you had been at a small gathering for a friend’s party in one of the bars in the Coronado Beach area, and apparently you had caught the eye of the troublesome blonde.

You hadn’t noticed him feigning for your attention with his steely green gaze, or talking about you coolly with his buddies. No, your first experience with Jake was him sauntering up to you, leaning one elbow against the bar and hitting you with a sloped grin. “How’s your night treating ya, sweetheart?”

But, if it wasn’t for Jake Seresin trying his hardest to get into your pants that one night in August, you never would have met Bob.

You would later learn that other people didn’t have quite the same problem you did. As Jake had swept you over to his corner of the bar for a game of pool that he was hoping would lead to much more, you just couldn’t help but notice the man sitting by the window.

His hand curled around a root beer bottle, thin wire-rimmed glasses sitting across the bridge of his nose, and a single chestnut coloured curl dangling onto his forehead.

The routine way he would roll those pretty, Disney-blue eyes, and scoff against his root beer at each smooth line that had rolled off of Jake Seresin’s tongue. Just like you, he knew Jake’s game, and didn’t find it a particularly engaging one to play.

Long after the sun had set and right about the time last orders were called, Jake still hadn’t seemed to give up on the idea of taking you home — and he was being nice about it — but your mind had been made up a long time before.

You had just sunk the eight-ball, and Jake was calling for a rematch. Your lips had just quirked softly, hoping that he would take the hint after this one. “I think I’d rather look for a more worthy opponent.”

“Oh yeah?” Jake had grinned to you, heavily amused by the idea of there being anyone in this bar more worthy than himself. “Like who?”

Bob remembers bashfully how you had turned to him, cocked your head and smiled. God — he probably looked like such an idiot, all shocked like that. He could have been so much cooler, could have answered faster when you had asked,

“How about you?”

But the sheepish nod he had given you seemed to do the trick. He left that evening with your phone number, and now, two years later, he’s wandering through your house in his socks calling your name.

“Damn,” You pop out from the closet a few paces behind him, making him flinch and suck in a sharp breath. “The government name? — What’d I do to deserve that?”

He softens into a smile as he turns around and reaches out for you. Happily, you step out from the closet and let him wrap his arms loosely around your waist.

“Well, the first twenty times I called, you didn’t answer, so,” He leans in real slow, tilting his head to the left and pecks softly at your lips. “Figured I’d try something new, honey.”

“Right, well,” A smile tugs at your lips as you reach up to wipe the transferred lip gloss from his mouth. “What can I help you with, Mr. Floyd?”

Not long now until he gets to call you by that name too. By the end of the year, you’ll be Mrs. Floyd and he still can’t quite believe that he’s so lucky.

“Can’t… figure out this damn thing, d’you think maybe you could help me?” He asks, gesturing down to the unfastened black bow tie around his neck. It makes you smile wider.

All of the wonderful, incredible things that Bob Floyd can do, and he just can’t figure out a bow tie.

“Sure thing, handsome,” You tell him, hands already getting to work with evening out the sides around his collar. “If you’ll reach up on that top shelf in there and grab my shoes once I’m done.”

Ah, so that’s why you were hiding in the closet. Bob hums. “Sounds like a fair deal.”

As you fasten the black silk into a uniformed bow, Bob glances down at your dress, and then back up to study your face. “You look beautiful.”

“Yeah.” You answer playfully, plucking at the bow to test its sturdiness, and dipping in for another kiss. Firm and longing — giving you an idea of exactly how he’s planning to start getting you out of that dress later tonight.

Tonight is Bradley Bradshaw’s thirty-sixth birthday party, organized by his wife. She pulled out all the stops and required a black-tie dress code. Her events are always good fun and tonight is no different.

A buzzing garden party with string lights and music — some of it provided by Rooster himself. Photos of Bradley through his adulthood and adolescence are strung up around the party, reminders of how loved he is by the people around him.

It’s an incredible night. You have a blast, laughing and dancing with the people you have grown to love over the course of your relationship with Bob.

But, on the drive home, you can’t help but notice that something seems to have rattled your soon-to-be husband. He’s quiet in the car. Once you’re home, he sulks inside and kicks his shoes off in the hall, shaking off his bow tie and heading straight for the bedroom.

Curious, you follow behind him with furrowed brows.

“Hold it right there, mister.” You tease him, making him stop in his tracks. You follow him into the dark bedroom, crossing over the carpeted floor and positioning yourself right in front of him. There’s a stern look on your face, peering up at him.

“Robert Floyd, are you bored of my company or something?”

He scoffs weakly, fingers curling around your waist, then tugging you into him. He nuzzles the tip of his nose into your hair and revels in the smell of your shampoo.

“Lieutenant Commander Robert Floyd, baby.” He reminds you. You jab him playfully in the ribs and he chuckles under his breath. “‘M just tired, is all.”

It’s not the truth. Really, Bob has known throughout your relationship with him that you could have done better. Jake wasn’t the only guy after you the night that you met.

Sometimes, it just plays on his mind that maybe you settled when it came to choosing him.

Especially on nights where Hangman shows up in the honeymoon phase with some new girl and makes that everyone else’s business. This wasn’t the first girl he has dangled under your nose, reminding you of what you could have had — playfully, of course. To Jake, it’s all good fun.

To Bob, it’s something different.

You squint up at him dubiously, then reach forwards and untuck his shirt from his pants. His gaze falls, watching you start to unbutton it for him.

“That’s it?” You prompt him, smoothing your palms across his bare stomach and up his chest, pushing his open shirt back off of his shoulders. He curls his fingers into the material of your dress, quiet. Your lips press softly to his clavicle, dragging down the warm skin of his pec.

He closes his eyes and breathes.

“Just… wonder if I’m enough sometimes, I guess.” He rushes out with closed eyes and a firm hold on you, like you could be gone when he opened them again if he couldn’t feel you.

Eyes open, you pull away from his chest and look at him.

“Enough?”

His cheeks grow hot. He starts to bite at his lip, his eyes shifting to the carpet. He’s always messing up with what he says. There’s always a better way to say it, and he never realizes until after.

You can see his brain working away, battling itself as he criticizes his behaviour.

“I’m not — showy.” He stumbles for the words and sighs, leaning his head back. “Sorry. I’m just trying to say… I’m trying to say that I’m sorry that I’m not the kind of guy to sweep you off your feet in front of everyone.”

Oh. This is about Jake. Jake showing off on the dance floor with his new girlfriend, throwing her around like she was weightless and kissing her like he was about to fuck her right then and there.

Your lips quirk at the idea.

He’s quiet as you lean in again, starting at the divet between his collarbones and kissing your way across his shoulder.

“Have you ever considered that maybe I don’t want to be swept off of my feet in front of everyone?” You ask him, pulling the leather of his belt from the buckle and unfastening it softly. Bob watches you, his lips pressed together in a thin line.

“No, maybe not, but — y’know, you deserve to be… shown off like that.” He mumbles, letting you undress him. He steps out of his slacks and turns you around, gently pulling down the zipper of your dress.

As it hits the ground and you turn to face him once more, he’s surprised to find you smiling at him. Grinning, almost.

“What?” He whispers.

“Sit down, cowboy.” You answer, nodding towards the edge of the bed. He frowns, but complies, perching on the edge of your shared bed. You drape your arms across his shoulders and straddle his hips, humming as you kiss him.

“If I wanted to be Hangman’s trophy, I could have been,” You shrug calmly and your fiancé wrinkles his nose at the thought. “I don’t want anyone else.”

He swallows, letting his open palm flow along the length of your back and down onto your ass.

“That’s not what I’m saying. I want you with me, but I wish… I wish I was more, for you.” Your wedding has been playing on his mind a lot recently — an entire day where all eyes will be on the two of you. You deserve someone who will shine as much as you do.

Kissing his mouth, his jaw, then his temple, you squeeze your arms around his shoulders and rock yourself just slightly in his lap.

“Do you want to know why I said I would marry you, Bobby?” You ask him, stroking a curl back off of his forehead. His arms hook firm around your waist, turning you swiftly and planting his weight on top of you. Mm, he hums.

You smile softly as he leans in to kiss at your neck, tenderly stroking your hair out of the way.

“You’re wonderful, and kind and handsome,” Is a relatively strong starting point, but doesn’t do much to sway him. He keeps on kissing. “Animals love you, which I love. You let me sit on your lap when you play the drums, which is really hot. Your handiwork has saved me from almost electrocuting myself so many times.”

He chuckles against your chest; that one is true.

“You remembered my coffee order the first time that you heard it. You still get scared when I sneak up on you. You took the time to teach me about the things you love, and learn about the things I love.”

Bob glances up at you from your navel, pressing a soft kiss to your skin, his palms smoothing along your thighs.

“You’re the last person I think about at night, and the first person I think about in the morning,” You tell him, stroking your fingers tenderly through his curls. He sits up and covers your body with his once more, kissing your mouth. Inches from his face, you lift your palm and stroke your fingers across his cheek. “You’re funnier than anyone I know, and I love that our inside jokes are just ours. So much of our life is just ours.”

He nods his head, his nose brushing your cheek.

“Doesn’t all of that sound like enough?” You ask him.

He leans in for another kiss, soft and slow, rather than answering you.

“You don’t have to be like those guys for me to love you, Bobby,” You decide, secure in the decision and equally secure in the ring that sits on your finger. His lips quirk softly as your legs wrap around his waist. “All I want is the way that you love me, and understand me, and all of you — for the rest of my life.”

Smiling finally, he nudges the tip of his nose against yours and kisses you deeply, pressing you down into your shared bed.

“That sounds like a fair deal.”

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Worthy Opponent Chapter 24

Felicity looked over at Barry’s plate, doing nothing to hide her disgust. “I can’t believe you’re going to eat such disgusting garbage. How can you even move after that? British cuisine was clearly based on a dare.”

“Nonsense, my dear Flick,” he responded as he sliced up his black pudding while looking her straight in the eye, “a brain such as mine needs fuel for the long haul, not some carbohydrate nightmare that wouldn’t leave a bird alive. And you have no right to criticize my country’s food when you’ve been known to eat snails. ” He smirked at her “continental breakfast” and she scowled at him.

“Jokes on you, Barrington. The average bird can eat twice its own weight.” She looked at Elinor for support but she was too busy feeding bits of baguette covered in Nutella to Seabert. She muttered under her breath, “If Jayden were here he’d back me up.”

“Nah, Jayden is still carrying on a torrid love affair with his laptop,” Jack plunked down his plate beside Felicity’s and across from Barry. “They’ll make beautiful apps together.”

Felicity paused her argument with Holmes to look at Watson’s plate. What she saw shocked her. “Jack, darling…what the hell is that?”

“This?” Jack pointed proudly at the jumble of eggs, bacon, potatoes and cheese on his plate. “In America, we call this a ‘breakfast skillet’. It has all the protein and carbs I need. Plus cheese.”

“So…Americans disguise their horrible food with cheese?” Felicity asked. She could almost imagine poor Jack’s arteries hardening. She made a mental note to offer a cup of fruit and perhaps some Scottish oats the next day.

Barry just shook his head. His poor Watson, forced to eat something so revolting for eight years. He’d teach his partner about good hearty English food once he had the chance.

What they were thinking must have shown on their face because Jack glared at both of them. “Hey. Eat my ass.”

“Buy me dinner first!” Felicity retorted before Barry could open his mouth.

Anything Watson might have said in reply was interrupted by the intercom system.

The Headmaster’s voice was heard. Holmes noted he sounded tired and stressed. His words were clipped and his delivery was wooden. “Attention, faculty and students. At this time I would like for all of you to make your way to the assembly hall. No dawdling. Anyone caught skiving off will be disciplined, no exceptions. That is all.”

The speaker cut off and the trio stared at each other then around the room. All of the other students were dutifully putting down their utensils and making their way to the assembly hall. Felicity all but dragged Jack to his feet and hauled him away towards the exit. All Barry could do was follow silently as he contemplated the changes in their group dynamic.

He decided he didn’t like it.

                                               *****

The Headmaster stood on stage and waited until all the Hearts, Clubs, Diamonds and Spades grouped themselves according to their class (Spades near the front, naturally) and took their seats. They whispered among themselves until he approached the podium and gently tapped the microphone.

Everyone quieted down and once there was silence he spoke.

“It seems as if both a year and a mere moment has passed since I last stood here and told you all of the sad death of our beloved Professor Akunin.”

He allowed everyone to murmur “Rest In Peace” or something similar before continuing.

“And as you may remember, in a few weeks we were slated to have our annual Founders’ Ball, where we celebrate the coming together of the greatest detectives the world has ever known.”

There was more murmuring a bit of applause. He waited again.

“Thus, it is my sorrowful duty to announce that I am recommending to the Board that the Ball be canceled this year.”

The Headmaster was no doubt expecting applause and polite agreement. He would be disappointed.

There were some relieved sighs and some surprised gasps but most of the crowd seemed displeased.

“That’s not fair!”

“I already bought my dress!”

“The professor would want us to carry on.”

“Oui!”

The students were very quickly turning against the Headmaster and a few professors approached the podium, intent on speaking with him.

Judging by their body language the Headmaster had neglected to discuss his decision with the rest of the staff. Dissent among the professors would spread to the students and then they’d have a riot to quell. Or worse, mass detentions. This wouldn’t do.

Well, Barry was a Spade. More than that, he was a direct descendant of Sherlock Holmes and if their student body had a leader, surely it was him. He opened his mouth to speak up.

Felicity beat him to it. She left her seat and made her way to the stage.

The Headmaster seemed too surprised to chastise her. “Have you something to say on the matter, Miss Dupin?”

She nodded. “Forgive the interruption, but I do. Is it alright if I approach the podium?”

Jack’s eyebrows rose and he looked at Barry. He knew “Filly” had a high class education and probably an etiquette tutor but he’d never heard her sound so formal and posh.  It made him feel a little unpolished and grubby in comparison.

Holmes stared right back then up at Dupin. Felicity looked…he believed the Americans used the term “badass”. Her posture was ladylike and respectful, yet not to be ignored. It was…rather attractive if he were being honest.

The Headmaster  nodded and she walked up to him. She had her hands clasped together, the only sign Barry could find that she was nervous at all. Felicity began to speak into the mic.

“With all due respect to you, sir, and with the greatest respect to Professor Akunin, I, as a Legacy student, refuse to be scared off by some nameless faceless…criminal,” Barry could tell she had wanted to use a stronger word, “I want the ball to be held as scheduled. I’m not about to allow my ancestor to be dishonored either.”

There was a buzz of approval among the students and maybe even a professor or two. Barry couldn’t help a small grin of endorsement. The ball had to go on for their plan to lure out the murderer or murderers to work. He was sure they wouldn’t be able to resist sneaking on campus; the school always hired additional help to prepare for the ball and he and his friends were laying a trap. Jayden would no doubt have his extra surveillance prepared to catch them or just gather evidence. He wasn’t sure how he felt about being bait but neither could he ask one of his friends to do it.

There was some applause and cheers of support before the Headmaster broke in. “I can’t allow my students to expose themselves to danger!” he protested. He looked at Felicity, who was doing her best to look brave and stoic. “Miss Dupin, it would grieve me if anything were to happen to one of our Legacy students such as yourself of course, but I feel the same way about all the students who attend here.” He indicated the entire student body with a sweep of his arm. “All of them are important and precious to me and it is my duty to protect you. How could I look any of your parents in the face and tell them that one of you was harmed?”

The man looked genuinely worried and sad, no doubt thinking about his failure to protect one of his staff. Barry felt a stab of pity for the man, even though his caution, even for the best of reasons, was screwing up their plan. He opened his mouth to speak again, only to be interrupted for the second time in ten minutes.

A young girl with waist-length chestnut hair glided her way up the stage and near the podium. She pointed at the microphone and Felicity looked at her, shrugged, then stepped back. Holmes blinked once or twice, then focused on the new speaker.

Irene Adler.

“I think Felicity has a good point, Headmaster,” the girl smiled at Dupin, who tried not to look shocked at her surprise ally. Adler also smiled at the headmaster. “But you also make a good point about protecting the students and how parents would react. So, what about a vote?”

The room buzzed again as everyone began whispering, asking each other what Irene could possibly mean by a “vote”. Barry felt his esteem for the girl rise slightly.

Irene went on to explain. “Everyone here has a school email address, right? Even if they prefer to use their own personal one.” She turned to the Headmaster, gesturing with her hands as she spoke. “There are all sorts of websites that make polls. You could set up a poll where everyone could vote whether or not they wanted a ball or not. Then you could send a link to everyone’s school email address and everyone could vote anonymously. No hard feelings.”

There were some mutterings of agreement and excitement but Barry could tell not everyone was convinced. He was sure he could do something to rally the undecided and racked his brains for an idea.

“That’s…rather brilliant, Miss Adler,” The Headmaster praised Irene. “Better yet, it’s completely fair. Attendance will not be mandatory for anyone!” He addressed the crowd and there were a few cheers.

“Say, Watson,” Holmes began but the other boy was up on his feet and dashing up to the stage.

Jack grabbed the microphone before anyone could stop him. “Hey, I’m Jack Watson if you haven’t met me yet. How’s it going? Anyway, maybe the school could arrange a field trip to a concert or a theme park for any and all students who don’t want to go to the big ball.” The stage lights were bright but Jack could see a few heads nodding along with his idea. “That way, everyone gets to do some fun sh…stuff,” he amended and there was a louder round of applause for Watson.

The Headmaster looked a bit ruffled that the problem was getting solved without his approval or input but most of the student body seemed to agree with the ideas the teenagers had put forward and he really didn’t want to offend three Legacy students, two of which were children of the founding families. He sighed and gave up.

“Very well. We shall do as you three have suggested.” He addressed the crowd with all the authority of a man trying to pretend they were all his ideas. “We shall continue with the ball if a majority of the students vote for it and anyone who does not can sign up anonymously for a field trip to be determined later.” He accepted the mic back from Watson and placed it back in its stand. “Due to all this excitement and the disruption to the usual schedule, morning classes are canceled. You may all go back to the cafeteria where the staff will be pleased to serve fresh meals to anyone who hasn't had a chance to eat. After that, you may consider the rest of your morning as a free study period. Afternoon classes will continue as scheduled after lunch. Dismissed.”

He and the professors left the stage, no doubt to tell the cafeteria staff they were now pulling double duty. The students milled about as they talked excitedly among themselves and slowly made their way to the cafeteria or their dorms.

Barry sat in his seat and watched Jack and Felicity walking together, hopefully towards him.  He caught Irene staring at them and then back at him. He swore the look on her face was pity. “Well, I suppose no one needs me around, do they?” he muttered to himself. He sighed and pulled himself to his feet. No more sulking for him. He had a plan to put together.

                                               *****

“Cut!” Amelie called out. The crew clapped around her. “All in one take! My darlings, you’re brilliant. Victor, you’re a star!”

“Well I do my best,” Victor bowed and made his way to his dressing room.

“Well done, Lila,” Amelie smiled at her and the girl found herself blushing involuntarily. She loved praise, almost more than she loved attention. Especially sincere praise. Plus, there was something about the way Amelie smiled at her that made her want to do a good job, not just climb the social ladder.

“Thank you so much, Amelie,” Lila smiled and for once since she’d known the girl, it wasn’t artificial and self-serving, but surprised and pleased. “I’m starting to really get inside Irene’s head. She’s so much more complex than I realized.”

Amelie smiled again, feeling ever so slightly guilty for the first time. Lila had done something to Allen the other children refused to discuss fully and thus they’d insisted she keep making Lila’s part smaller. Now she wondered if she should give the young woman another chance. Perhaps if she continued to do well they could find a larger part for her on the next Graham Films production.

Ah, there was nothing more thrilling to Amelie than developing new talent.

Gio came up behind Lila and ran a hand over her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “Didn’t I tell you?” he whispered, “all you have to do is show everyone what you’re truly capable of. Now everyone can see how talented you are.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder. “I should always listen to you. You give the best advice.”

For a moment she allowed herself to dream of fame and fortune again. Accolades she’d earned honestly. Recognition that didn’t depend on claiming to know celebrities and snagging a trophy boyfriend. Her fame as a model depended on staying in Gabriel Agreste’s good graces and he could take everything back any time he wished. If she’d earned her way with hard work and talent, no one could take that from her. Not unless she well and truly screwed up.  Once she was rich and famous enough she’d hire a financial advisor to help her invest in funds and then she could live off the interest if she were careful.

Amelie clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention and Lila pulled herself out of her daydreams. “Exciting news, everyone! Mrs. Jennings and our own little Marinette have completed the costumes for the ball and are ready for fittings. I’m going to ask the ladies of the principal cast to follow either Mrs. Jennings or Marinette to the Wardrobe Department. Adults with Mrs. Jennings and younger ladies with Marinette. Chloe will be there to take pictures so keep your makeup camera ready.”

“No nudes,” Chloe assured everyone. Yeah, she could be a bitch but not when someone was at their most vulnerable physically. Well, not anymore.

“Boo!” yelled one of the male extras.

“Boo!” chorused one of the female extras.

Amelie gave them both a look of disappointment, somehow picking them both out of the crowd. “Really, this isn’t that kind of production. Dignity and consent at all times.”

She waited until the room was calm again and continued. “Step lively, ladies. Gentlemen, we’ll be dividing into two groups. Group A will shoot a scene with most of the Spades and the Headmaster about their findings on the case so far. Group B will be secondary characters like Marlowe and Charles IV discussing what the ball could mean for the investigation and whether it will draw out the killer or just get everyone in one place to be slaughtered. Off you pop.”

The men and boys grumbled good naturedly but none the less went off to prepare the next scene. Lila was about to follow them when she was stopped by Amelie.

“Aren’t you going to attend your fitting, dear?” the woman asked.

“But I thought I was just…” Lila stopped and Amelie watched as comprehension settled over the girl’s face. “Oh!” She reacted with genuine surprise. She was being included with the main cast? Not some rented gown or something from stores but a dress designed specifically for her?

She danced a little in place before remembering Marinette had designed her gown. Someone who saw through her and hated her. Someone who could do anything she wanted and not have to face the consequences. She had power over her and Lila hated it. It was quite the role reversal than their old college dynamic.

She forced herself to relax and smile at Amelie. “On my way! Thank you!” She turned away and practically raced after the other girls on her way to the Wardrobe Department. Marinette wouldn’t do anything to her. She was a coward and would never risk looking bad to Amelie. She had nothing to worry about.

Amelie chuckled to herself once everyone was out of earshot. Yes, Miss Rossi was worth watching.

                                                  *****

“Marinette! I love it!” Mylene twirled around the room in her ball dress. “I was afraid it would be too formal and hard to dance  in but it’s so flowy and easy to move in. It’s just my style!” She rubbed the material between her fingers. “It feels like silk.”

Marinette smiled and nodded at her friend. “I didn’t think Victorian fashion would suit you but bohemian chic would.” She laughed. “Well, boho chic with hints of haute couture. I was inspired by your braids and went with a rainbow dip-dyed material. Sustainable cotton sateen, which is vegan of course. It’s a great alternative to synthetics. ”

Mylene nearly cried and hugged her friend for her thoughtfulness. “It’s perfect,” she let her go and stepped away. “I should probably take it off before I ruin it.”

“Not quite yet. I want to adjust the hemline. It’s a little too long and I don’t want you to have to wear heels if you don’t want to.”

Mylene looked thoughtfully at her reflection. “I was thinking this dress would look cute in matching low-heeled sandals.”

Marinette blinked and adjusted her thinking. “That could work. Do you mind standing on the platform, please?”

Her friend did as asked and Marinette marked the hemline accordingly and began to pin it up. “Is this too high, do you think?”

Mylene looked at her reflection. “A little. Would a centimeter lower be alright?”

The designer made the adjustment. “Right here?”

“I think so.”

She readjusted her pins and together they looked at Mylene’s reflection. “You know what, Mademoiselle Actress? I think it’s perfect.”

“I think so too.”

Mylene let Marinette help her off the dressmaker’s platform and looked over to where Chloe was quietly taking pictures.

The blonde lowered her camera and looked at them. “I got all the shots I needed. Mylene can change now.”

“Thank you, Chloe,” Marinette had decided she’d be professional as long as Chloe was and so far it was proving to be the right decision. “I can’t wait to see the finished book.”

Mylene straightened her back and surprised everyone by giving her former bully a small but confident smile. “Marinette’s designs are so good. You should probably commission her to make you a dress for the premiere while she’s still available.”

Chloe didn’t say anything at first but managed half a toothless smile. “Maybe.” She pretended not to see the other girls staring at her wide-eyed. “I need a new memory card. I’m going to go grab one real quick before you let Rossi in here.”

                                                        *****

Lila approached the Wardrobe Department with more than a little nervousness. She tried to tell herself it was just Marinette but that thought didn’t reassure her like it used to.  Despite her best efforts at manipulating the situation (or straight-up attempted second degree murder), Lila was still a nobody. It galled her that everyone thought Marinette was so wonderful and sweet. But unlike school, Lila’s usual tricks didn’t work on actual rich and famous teens with connections of their own. They didn’t even work on Adrien now that he was dating The Ice Queen.

They’d never worked on Felix. Even if she hadn’t alienated his friends, he was smarter and more perceptive than his cousin. Damn him. Now she had to be very careful because she was sure he suspected her involvement in Marinette’s near deaths. Oh, and his but he was just collateral damage. Her main target had been Marinette.

She carefully assumed a tranquil demeanor, took a deep breath, and opened the door to the Wardrobe Department with a wide smile.

Inside she found organized chaos as interns rushed from dressing room to dressing room with heaps of garment bags, tape measures, and various sewing tools she didn’t recognize. She felt horribly lost and out of place, a feeling she hated, until a young woman who introduced herself as Sophie led her to a room.

Sophie opened the door for her and ushered her inside. Lila smiled in thanks and Sophie gave her a weird half-smile before leaving and closing the door behind her. Great. Now the crew didn’t like or trust  her either. She didn’t actually care about them but she made a mental note to be even more careful what she said or did on set. She wasn’t famous yet and couldn’t risk rumors of bad behavior. Only stars got to act like divas without reproach.

To her surprise the person waiting for her wasn’t some intern or even one of Sra. Jennings’ assistants but Marinette herself. She forced herself not to smirk but having the girl who had somehow stolen everything she wanted waiting on her was hilarious.

“Marinette!” she chirped. “It’s so good to see you! I’m so happy you designed a dress for me! I can’t wait to see it!”

The other smiled and Lila was surprised to see she didn’t look upset to see her like she expected. It could be because of Marinette’s newly acquired acting skills or she was just more comfortable when designing. Lila couldn’t wait to see the gown so she could make Marinette look mean and petty by complaining about how unflattering the dress was. She wouldn't put it past the little wannabe to design something hideous and expect Lila to wear it.

Marinette just continued to smile, looking calm and professional. “I hope you like it, Lila. I designed it not just for your character , but with you in mind as well.”

Lila blinked, temporarily at a loss for words. She had expected Marinette would have designed something for her character. It was, quite literally, her job. But to hear that she’d also taken Lila herself into account when designing? It made her feel…almost warm.

Someone cleared their throat and Lila turned her head away from Marinette and towards the sound.

Sitting with her legs crossed and a camera on her lap was Chloe Bourgeois. Joy. Another person with too much influence and far too much money. Someone who also hated her guts and would cheerfully have her shot into the sun. Or just…deported.

“Oh, Chloe!” She pretended to be surprised. “Still taking pictures for the making -of book? How wonderful for you!”

The blonde looked at her from under her lashes with a “duh” look on her face. Lila continued to smile, because she was sure it would piss the other girl off.

“Um…anyway…” Marinette walked over to a rack containing a single garment bag. (She had insisted that every dress for the Founders’ Ball scene be stored separately and under lock and key. She told Mme. Jennings it was to prevent leaks to the press but it was really to prevent sabotage.) “It’s time to have your dress fitted.”

She unzipped the bag and gently pulled out the dress. Lila clenched her jaw to keep it from dropping. She was all ready to act offended and Marinette had unknowingly thwarted her.

The dress was a beautiful dark green that shimmered under the fluorescent lights. It was long with a full skirt and cinched waist. It had a high winged collar, long sleeves,  and a v-neck that would show off her collar bone without being too revealing. She studied her reflection in the full length 360 degree mirror.  It was absolutely gorgeous, but…

Lila pouted and tried to make herself look pitiful. “It’s…not orange.”

Chloe huffed and muttered something about someone being ungrateful under her breath.

Marinette just smiled. “The dress is made from Georgette silk from a cruelty-free company. I know your favorite color is orange but I thought the color would enhance your hair and skin tone. Not to mention making your eyes pop.” Her smile seemed genuinely encouraging and not mocking at all.

She held out the dress to Lila. “Just try it on first before you decide. Some clothes look different on the hanger than they will on a person.”

Lila dearly wanted to say no but something made her nod. It did look like a pretty dress and she’d never worn Georgette silk before. The material alone must have cost a fortune and that by itself made her want to try it on.

She gingerly took the dress from Marinette, who hadn’t lost her smile as she pointed towards another door. “There’s a private changing room right there. Don’t worry, no one will watch you change.”

“Not even Chloe?” Lila asked and tried to sound timid.

“Don’t insult me,” Chloe’s reply was lazy, like she didn’t care. Marinette gave Lila a thumbs up and Lila turned on her heel to get changed.

It was time to see if Marinette was even one-quarter of the designer she made herself out to be.

                                                      *****

She had once prided herself on her ability to read people. It was important to know how to manipulate them once she knew what they wanted, feared, or loved. Marinette had been mostly easy to figure out. She had a strong sense of justice bordering on self-righteousness, was in love with Adrien Agreste and wanted to be a designer like Gabriel Agreste.

Well, she was still self-righteous, had given up on Adrien and Gabriel was a fool for not offering this girl an internship.

Marinette had been right, the dress was perfect for her.

The color made her skin glow and brought out the auburn highlights in her hair. Her olive eyes did indeed pop. The sleeves were too long and the waist didn’t suit her but damn if she wouldn’t ask to take this dress home with her once production was over.

Damn, she couldn’t believe that Marinette Dupain-Cheng of all people was going to humble her into saying the other girl was right.

“Lila? Are you alright? Come on out. I want to check the fit.”

She looked into the mirror one more time and did a twirl for herself. The skirt swirled around her legs nicely. “Coming!”

Lila knew she must look good by the way Chloe’s eyes widened and Marinette clasped her hands together with glee. “You look great!”

Chloe remembered why she was there and began to take pictures. “The dark color really suits a mysterious character like Adler is supposed to be.”

“And the design is sophisticated, like Adler, but still age appropriate. I also chose a material shot with gold thread. It’ll catch the light as you dance.” Marinette noted, even if she seemed surprised Chloe had said anything positive.

Marinette turned her back to Chloe and began asking Lila questions. “How does the fabric feel? Too heavy? Is the hem too long? I adjusted it because your character would probably wear at least low heels to the ball. Is there anything else you’d like to alter?”

Lila was taken aback, not just by the rapid fire questions but the fact she was receiving any positive attention from people she knew hated her. “Um…” she thought for a moment and surprised herself by being honest. “The sleeves are too long. Could I have them cut back to my elbows?”

“Three-quarters instead of full sleeves. Got it.” Marinette made a note on her phone and looked back at Lila expectantly.

Lila pulled at the waist. “Could you take-in the waist? It seems a little loose. I’d really like the dress to enhance my figure a little more. If you don’t mind!” She added hastily. She looked down and tried to appear pitiful to needle the girl. Old habits die hard.

Marinette didn’t take the bait and Chloe didn’t comment. The designer grabbed a few pins from something on her wrist and made adjustments. “How is it now?”

“Yes. It’s a better fit without being too tight.” Lila was impressed; Marinette hadn’t even tried to poke her. “But…it needs something.”

Chloe frowned as she continued to snap photos but Marinette’s brow furrowed in thought. Suddenly she brightened. “A belt! A belt made from cork and then covered with the same material the dress is made from!” The designer’s eyes almost glowed as she thought up ideas. She shook her head and focused on Lila. “Maybe the belt buckle could be covered in crystals…and a matching necklace, maybe some earrings.” She looked at Lila. “Is all that okay with you? I was thinking you could wear your hair up and we could put in some crystal hair accessories. I’m thinking of stars or flowers.”

“Um…flowers,” Lila decided. Requesting stars might make her look egotistical and she didn’t think that was a good idea.

Marinette just made another note in her phone. “That’s it for now. Just take the dress off carefully and hang it up. I’ll get started on the changes in the next few days.”

Lila didn’t go anywhere at first. Instead, she continued to stare at Marinette. Even Chloe stopped taking pictures for a few minutes.

Marinette blinked at the other girl. “Is something wrong? Was there something else you wanted to change?”

“Um,” Lila stammered, and not for effect, “I…I thought you didn’t like me.”

The designer blinked, looking surprised. “Why should that matter right now?” Lila reared back in surprise and waited for the girl to continue.

Chloe put the camera in her lap and flexed her fingers. This could be interesting.

Marinette sighed then took a deep breath to steady herself. “Look, Lila. We’ll probably never be friends.” Because I think you’ve tried to kill me twice. Oh, and there was all that crap you did to me last year. “But I’m a professional. I would never do less than my best for anyone, no matter what our personal relationship might be.”

“Aunt Amelie says a true professional never mixes personal vendettas with work,” Chloe put in.

The other two girls ignored her and Marinette continued.

“Besides, I think acting is a good career path for you,” she almost smiled at Lila, shocking her. “You have some natural charisma, something every actor needs, and to be honest, your acting has improved as production’s gone on.”

Lila blushed despite herself at the praise. Victor and Gio had been giving her acting lessons with some occasional input by Anna. Even Felix would nod in approval after one of her scenes. Now to have the girl she hated praising her? It was amazing and warmed her more than she ever thought it could. It must have killed Marinette to admit Lila was actually good at something, so her good opinion meant more to Lila than anyone else’s.

Lila fiddled with one of her hair ties, an old habit from when she was nervous as a little girl. “Well…I mean, a model’s career can be measured in months, whereas a good actress can work for decades. Like Meryl Streep.”

Chloe snorted. “Uh, please. Don’t compare yourself to her. Slow your roll, Rossi.”

Marinette didn’t comment on what the blonde said but smiled at Lila. “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with having a goal or someone you want to emulate.” She chuckled. “And you could definitely do worse than an actress who’s won multiple awards.”

Lila herself would rather compare herself to Catherine Deneuve or Ornella Muti. But the American Actress would do. She refused to admit to herself that she panicked when trying to think of an actress with a long and respected career.

She allowed herself to dream of a better life, one she’d earned and deserved. Something she’d built on her own and couldn’t be taken away from her on Gabriel Agreste’s whim. She didn’t want any of these people’s friendship (except maybe Gio) but she would gladly accept their respect.

It was kind of funny,  she thought later as she was changing, all I had to do was use my natural skills for good and even Marinette Dupain-Cheng would praise me.

Yes…with time and a little work, not to mention a future designer to make her look good, she could finally have it all.

                                                              *****

“Claude? Aren’t you going to come out and show us?”

“Give me a minute, Mari-dear. I’ve never tied a cravat before. This is why men used to have valets to help them dress.”

Claude slid the curtain open and walked out. Only Marinette and Chloe were there as promised. Ostensibly this was to keep the costumes from being leaked online but also Claude was surprisingly shy when it came to trying new things.

“Okay, Claude, so how does it…fit?”

Marinette broke off and stared at Claude. Chloe nearly fumbled her camera but was able to regain her composure before her friend or…Marinette saw that she’d lost it. She started snapping photos as Claude stared at his reflection in the full-length 360 degree mirror.

Claude looked amazing, much better than she could have ever imagined when she dreamed up his design. The dark gray tailcoat had a swallowtail cut and was decorated with three diagonally placed gold buttons that went from the bottom of the lapels to the bottom of the waist. The waistcoat underneath was eggplant purple in a subtle diamond Harlequin pattern with a matching cravat tied in a bow. She had kept the buff colored  trousers simple and plain so they wouldn’t detract from the rest of the outfit. The shirt was simple and white for the same reason.

Marinette couldn’t handle the suspense. “Well?!”

“This…this isn’t anything I’d choose for myself. Not in a million years.” The designer’s shoulders began to droop before Claude hastily added, “But it looks great on me!” He twisted from one side to the other. “I look so…” He lifted his chin. “Elegant and classy. Kind of formal but with style and flare. Purple is Allegra’s color. Did you know that?” He looked at Marinette over his shoulder and smiled before going back to admiring his image in the mirror.

“Yeah. I knew that.” Marinette was relieved to know he liked what he saw. “She told me and I wanted to coordinate your outfits but I also thought the darker purple would bring out your eyes.”

“And you were right!” He approached Marinette as if about to hug her then stopped. “It’s probably not a good idea to hug you while wearing this fancy outfit.”

“I’ll mark you down for a hug later.” She told him and then asked, “how is the fit? Too tight”? Is there anything you don’t like or want adjusted?”

He looked down. “The pants are a little long. I don’t want to trip while wearing them. Could you raise the hem? Maybe a centimeter or so?”

She made a note on her phone. “No problem.”

Chloe gave him a nod of approval. “Looking good, Claude.”

He bowed to her and then straightened. “Wow, this is really easy to move in! I thought it would be all…” He made a vague hand gesture. “Stiff and itchy, and completely black and white.”

Marinette laughed. “We have better fabric than they did back then. Plus, we’re just going for the aesthetic of the time period, not total accuracy.  And the black and white evening wear was more Victorian while your outfit was inspired by Regency fashion. Besides,” she smiled up at him. “You have way too much personality for black and white.”

“That’s more Felix’s style than mine anyway.” Chloe raised a brow at the insult to their friend but didn’t comment.

“Oh! One more thing,” Claude looked nervous  “Could I have a hat? A top hat? That would be cool.”

Marinette pretended to make a note but she was already working on one. “As long as you don’t wear it while dancing.”

He pouted at her but she wouldn’t fall for his big blue eyes. “All right, you’re done. Go change.”

Claude hopped down from the platform but added, “Okay, but don’t forget my hat.”

“Don’t be an ass, Claude,” Chloe told him and then recoiled as she glanced over and realized he hadn’t shut the curtain.

“Gah! I didn’t mean I wanted to see your ass, you exhibitionist!”

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“Wait, you did what?” Allegra paused while dressing. “Why the hell would you do that?”

Marinette glared over at a smug, unrepentant Chloe. The photographer had texted Allegra a sneak peek of Lila’s dress.

Allegra couldn’t believe it. The Italian girl had tried to kill Marinette twice. Both times Felix had nearly been collateral damage. Rossi should be forced to wear the scratchiest dress Marinette could make. Instead the little psycho was being rewarded for her shitty behavior by wearing a damn fine dress for the ball scene.

“Oh wow, Allegra, it’s like I’m a professional designer or something.” Marinette rolled her eyes.

“You’re an intern,” Chloe reminded her.

“An intern creating original costumes for a major motion picture,” Marinette shot back, “so I must be doing something right.”

Chloe raised an eyebrow. Damn, Dupain-Cheng had really found her spine between moving on from Adrien and getting out from under Bustier’s thumb.

“Yeah, but-” Allegra began.

“The point is,” Marinette cut her off and pointed to the door. Chloe nodded. Anyone could be eavesdropping and they couldn’t afford to tip off their prey or cause an akuma if an angry crewmember went after Lila. Again. “I never do less than my best for anyone. I don’t want anyone I design for to look bad, no matter what our personal relationship is.”

Chloe texted Allegra and the other girl dropped the subject. Time to finish dressing anyway.

Allegra wished the dressing room had a mirror but oh well. She slid back the curtain and stepped out. She caught a glimpse of herself in the 360 degree mirror and her jaw dropped.

“Holy shit.”

She wasn’t sure if it were she, Marinette or Chloe who said that. She looked from her reflection to the designer and back again. “You know what? Forget anything I said about you making a nice dress for Lila. Mine is at least four times better.”

“Hell yeah it is,” Chloe picked up her camera and began taking pictures of Allegra from as many angles as she could.

The dress was a strapless lilac organza dress with a tulle overlay. The tulle was artfully draped over the skirt in gentle folds that gave the dress an almost Grecian look. There were also silver dove appliques on the skirt and bodice and gathered at the waist to look like a belt.

Goddammit she was gonna slay. She found herself wishing Alii could see her right now but the kwami was in her locker for safekeeping. She would not risk her being stolen by someone like Lila…or freaking Marinette out with a mini unicorn.

Allegra patted the material of the skirt. “No offense, but…is this supposed to be so stiff and heavy?” She hoped she wasn’t offending Marinette. They were just starting to become some sort of friends and she didn’t want to be the one to screw that up.

Instead of being offended Marinette just grinned. “Look under the flowers around your waist.”

Allegra did and to her surprise, she found a bunch of snaps. She undid each one and the skirt of the dress fell away,  making Allegra glad Marinette had insisted she wear workout shorts under the dress. The underside was full of pockets, some large, some small. One was long and skinny, just the perfect size to hide a sword.

“Elinor is the group’s weapons expert and since you’re expected to fight near the end of the ball scene I thought it would be a good idea for your character to have some built-in weapons pockets. That’s why the dress is as long as it is. She can wear a pair of trousers and some athletic shoes or maybe what the Americans call ‘cargo pants’ so she can carry all her weapons while running or something.”

It was on the tip of Chloe’s tongue to tell Marinette she was brilliant but she wasn’t in the habit of giving compliments to people. Especially someone she used to bully. Fortunately Allegra beat her to it.

“That is completely freaking brilliant!” Allegra praised and Marinette just smiled and shrugged.

“Thanks. The hardest part was making sure the material was sturdy enough to support the weight of anything we put in the pockets and to hide the trousers.” Marinette laughed, pleased to see Allegra appreciated her skills. “At the same time, it had to be light enough so you could move and dance in it.”

Allegra did a twirl and then a few moves she’d seen in a Bik Bok video. “It looks like you succeeded.” She reattached the skirt with Marinette’s and then looked at the other girl as a thought occurred to her. “You know, I think you might consider a degree in architecture or engineering instead of fashion.”

Marinette smiled but also looked thoughtful. “You know, I’ve considered both of those fields. But fashion is what I love right now. I can always change my mind in the future.”

“No, don’t, Dupain-Cheng,” Chloe spoke up with a touch of her old snottiness, “become a designer. Save us from the mediocre crap Gabriel has become.”

Marinette burst out laughing. It made Allegra smile to see the other girls bonding, even if she didn’t understand the reference. She knew Felix’s uncle was Gabriel Agreste and he was an asshole but she never really liked his designs. Well, it wasn’t like the Quantic Kids didn’t have their little secrets and in-jokes as well.

Chloe also laughed, a small little chuckle but Allegra still counted it as a laugh. She was glad to see her new friend was trying to overcome her past and be nicer to Marinette. There was also a possibility Marinette could learn to forgive her bully and they could all be friends.

Marinette shook her head. “I used to look up to that man until I got to know him a little better. Besides, why does a world-famous designer…”

“Dress like a giant peppermint stick?” Chloe finished for her and the two girls looked at each other before laughing their asses off.

Allegra grinned and headed back to the dressing room. It was a shame the Heraldry Box was missing so many kwami. She was sure Marinette would have made a great Knight.

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Ivan looked in the 360-degree mirror one more time and did a double bicep pose, admiring his reflection. The leather frock coat with silver thread embroidery made his muscular frame look even more intimidating. Marinette thought the dark silver vest and black shirt looked good on him. She thought adding scrollwork to the hems of the sleeves really made them pop. Ivan would make a beautiful contrast when he danced with Mylene.

Ivan seemed to agree. “I look like a Goth pirate!” He looked down at the vest. “I really like how the buttons are little metal skulls. How did you get Madame Jennings to agree to let you do that?”

She laughed. “Are you kidding? They were her idea.” She grinned at the amazed look on her friend’s face. “She’s a closet death metal fan. I lent her your Vyson CD and she loved it.”

“Wow!” Ivan looked impressed.

She held out a hand. “You look a little stiff.”

He carefully lifted his arms. “It’s a little tight on the shoulders.”

She nodded. “I thought so. It looks like you had another growth spurt. Let me adjust the jacket.”

Marinette re-measured her friend then let him go back into the dressing room. After changing into his street clothes he gave her a smile and the silent Chloe a semi-civil nod before leaving.

She looked over at Chloe. “Do you need a bathroom break? Maybe some water or a snack?”

Chloe just blinked. She knew they were allies against Lila and Felix had started to like Marinette but having her former target be nice to her made her feel awkward, not to mention guilty.

“You don’t have to be nice to me,” she told Marinette. It makes me feel bad.

“I know,” Marinette stuck pins and marked up Ivan’s jacket with dressmaker’s chalk. “But being angry with you all the time wears me out. Besides,” she almost smiled, “I’m on the clock.”

Chloe wasn’t sure how to take what Marinette was saying to her. Was she trying to start a fight or keep the peace? A strong Dupain-Cheng who stood up for herself was still hard to understand. “I’ll take you up on that bathroom break. Don’t get started without me.”

“I won’t,” Marinette promised but the blonde was already out the door.

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Don’t be nervous. It’s a professional fitting, just like Marinette taking your measurements was. Don’t get turned on when she’s just doing her job.

Luka would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit how much he liked having Marinette’s hands on his body, even if it were completely innocent. He thought she might have enjoyed it too, judging by her melody. Still, it wouldn’t be right to make a move without her say-so.

Then again, there was Felix. He could tell the other boy was starting to become close to Marinette and he admitted he liked Felix too. He could see them becoming friends, all of them. But the problem was Felix was starting to harmonize with Marinette and if she chose Felix, Luka would have no choice but to step aside.

Dammit.

He was tired of being the bigger person and just not pursuing what or who he wanted. He’d been understanding when Marinette had a crush on Adrien. He knew she couldn’t help how she felt any more than Luka could. Adrien might have been happy with Kagami but his obliviousness was not only a pain in the ass but wasted a year of Marinette’s life.

He loved her and he wanted her to be happy but he was also tired of waiting around to pursue his own happiness. He didn’t want Marinette to fall for Felix just because he looked like his cousin. Luka wanted to be just a little bit selfish for once in his life.

His feet had taken him to Marinette’s workroom without him realizing he was already there. He didn’t want to knock yet! Not when his own melody was all jumbled and discordant!

Then he had an idea. He’d recorded a new song on his phone earlier that day before even coming to work. He’d play it for Marinette to get her opinion before his fitting. That way he could calm himself. Music always had that power for him.

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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Removing the Lonely King

Summary: Shōyō Hinata loves volleyball! There is no doubt that all he really thinks about is volleyball. His sister, however, isn’t the same way. Sakura is ready to start her first year of high school at Karasuno with her twin brother and doesn’t really want to do anything, unlike Shōyō. Though she can’t help it when she gets dragged into the antics of the volleyball club.

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THE ONE-HANDED TOSS THAT KAGEYAMA HAD MADE was incredible! Not only did it show how much skill and precision he has as a setter but it tied up the game. There was a moment when the ball had hit the floor on Seijoh’s side that Sakura just about screamed out in excitement. Though she kept herself in check and only clapped loudly. Last thing she’d do is get too emotional at a time like this. However, she’ll be damned if she’d let someone think that she wasn’t invested and supportive. 

During this entire game, it’s been quite the rollercoaster of emotions. Her doubts and hopes constantly flip flopping around from believing that they were actually going to win or lose. Though at this very moment, she was wholeheartedly going to have faith that this game would end with her brother winning. After all the miracles and good luck that they’ve had so far, there’s little to no doubt in her mind that they could lose at this point. 

Yes, her heart was taking over her logical thinking right now. However, there was still a very strong chance that they would win this! She was going to let herself be optimistic right in this moment. That point had changed her opinion in just a few seconds. The growing feeling in her chest was new and slightly confusing, but she’ll let it consume her at this moment. She was elated for her brother and friend.

Everyone was in complete shock over what had happened. Now that the teams were at a deuce, hopefully that meant Karasuno still had a fighting chance. But imagine it, what if Karasuno could beat them! The underdog taking down one of the most elite teams in this tournament, that would be a complete upset.

Seijoh had to call a timeout after that. Not only did they need a break after those intense rallies but now they needed to slow down Karasuno’s momentum. When the boys came over to the side to get some well-deserved water, Nishinyoa was more than excited to greet the troublesome duo. He rubbed their heads harshly with a large smile, “Hey! That was awesome, Hinata, Kageyama!”

Endo smirked at the sight of his tired teammates, “you guys are keeping up with those buffoons, huh? Good job!” Oh, he loved to see the near panicked expression on Oikawa’s face. He seemed to now be realizing that Karasuno was a worthy opponent to knock them down a peg. Sure, they hadn’t done it yet, but it was more of a possibility than Oikawa originally believed. Endo certainly is salivating for the sight of a defeated Tooru.

After getting a quick drink and calming down some, both teams returned to the court. It was Karasuno’s serve and Tanaka was up. “We’ve got the momentum!” Ennoshita encouraged them.

The other boys all yelled, “Nice serve!”

Endo joined in on the cheering, “You got this!” 

“Give it all you’ve got, Tanaka!” Suga yelled in encouragement.

Tanaka served the ball pretty well and the receive that their opponent made was a bit wonky. “It’s a little off!” Shimada exclaimed.

Takinoue was gritting his teeth, “Block! Block!”

They watched as multiple times Shōyō attempted to spike the ball. Though each and every time he tried, it was saved. Sakura noticed that her brother’s jumps were getting shorter. Even if he was able to get a point eventually, it was only because he floated the ball over the block thanks to his jump being short. He was running back and forth too much, and she feared that it was catching up to him. That can’t happen now, he can’t let that happen! She gripped the railing tightly as she watched the game even more intensely than before. Her camera was completely forgotten at this point since she didn’t want to miss a moment of this. The only time she would use her camera at this point, was to capture the moment they won, that was for sure.

“This time…” Takinoue let a large smile spread over his face, “…Karasuno is the one checkmating.” 

Though that feeling didn’t last all that long since Seijoh just got another point and tied the game up once more. “Even if they’re tied, as long as Seijoh doesn’t pull ahead, Karasuno will have advantage. Now…” Shimada said as they watched Oikawa prepared himself to serve the ball. “And now, it’s time for Oikawa to serve again…”

Oikawa got himself into the right headspace before jumping up to serve. It was just as powerful, just as intimidating as all of his other ones, and it was headed straight for Nishinoya. Though thanks to his keen observations, the libero was able to tell that the ball was going out of bounds. Which it did, much to everyone's surprise. So that just meant another point for Karasuno.

Sakura smirked just a little bit at the seeming panic that Oikawa must have been going through. Let him start to lose his cool, start to squirm now that Karasuno was catching up and over powering him. It was a good feeling to see him in that state. Especially after he had annoyed her so last time she saw him. He was cracking under pressure and she hoped that he got crushed by it.

Takinoue smugly smirked, “If he missed a serve, when that’s his strong suit, maybe he’s panicking a bit.”

“Yeah. Even Oikawa…” Even though Shimada and Takinoue thought that Oikawa may be losing it a little, that didn’t mean the rest of the team was. Case and point, Iawzumi had gotten a point back for his team. 

Shimada questioned, “Are you sure Seijoh’s never been to nationals? They’re not breaking at all.”

“No. As far as I know, Shiratorizawa is always the team to go to nationals.” Sakura commented with a shrug. While she hasn’t done all that much research into other schools, one thing is for sure, Shiratorizawa always seems to dominate. They’ll definitely be an obstacle to overcome. Though that was later.

 Takinoue shook his head, “But that doesn’t change Seijoh’s position at all. Even if the physical fatigue they’re feeling is the same, the mental fatigue that Deijoh is feeling is much greater! Get through this Karasuno!”

It was a bit of a blur to some people, others saw it in slow motion, but each team had fought back and forth for points. They fought so hard, that each team got over 30 points! It amazed Sakura quite a bit to see them all like this. The mentality that they must have to be able to keep themselves going for so long is admirable. However, at this point all it could take is one small mistake by one person to end the game. Who knows what that mistake might be, or who it will be that’ll make it. She just hoped that it wasn’t someone on Karasuno, especially her brother.

Though she has high hopes, for the first time in a long time. High hopes that things could turn out positive for Karasuno. After all, if Karasuno is able to keep up with Aoba Johsai like this, then there’s a likely chance of them winning. The percentage of Karasuno winning here has certainly gone up every moment that they stayed on the court. Hopefully that percentage keeps growing and tips the odds into their favor! 

Shimada chewed on his bottom lip in anxiety, “This is rough on both of them.”

“But…” Takinoue started, “I think Karasuno is just barely keeping it together. I think their attacks are becoming simple, too. Seijoh should be worse off, mentally, but…”

The three girls besides them all shouted out, “Oikawa-kun, nice serve!”

Sakura cringed at their high-pitch squeals. She really could go without Oikawa's fan girls. She’ll have a splitting headache from all the shouting and the stress of watching this game. How does Oiakwa deal with these fans? Actually, she thought it over, he probably loved the attention they gave him, that cocky, pretentious setter.

“Gah! That was one full rotation!” Shimada jumped in worry, “He’ll probably have the missed serve on his mind, so I wonder how Oikawa will do.”

“Let’s hope he chokes,” Sakura said blandly, earning some concerned stares from the alumni.

Though even if they wished for the Aoba Johsai captain to mess up once again, it seemed like he had laser focus for this serve. He served the ball, though this time it went straight for Daichi who received it and ended up giving them a chance ball. Even after messing up, he didn’t let that get to him at all! The ball was played back and forth for a moment, but the rally ended with Seijoh’s number 13 getting the point thanks to a feint.

Now with the score of 32-31, Seijoh was at match point. One more point and it was all over for them. As the boys all congregated together to talk strategy, Kageyama seemed lost in thought thinking about his former teammates and how they’ve changed. 

“Kageyama! Stop hesitating!” Suga shouted at him, noticing his conflict, “Everyone on our team is…”

From across the court, Kageyama finished his senpai’s sentence, “...Strong, as they should be.” He turned to see all of his teammates, all of them standing proud and determined in this moment. There was no need for Kageyama to hold back or worry about his team, they were just as capable of handling things themselves.

“Do you think the King is scared of the Great King?” Tsukishima asked no one in particular.

“It’s okay.” Suga smiled with a chuckle, “Kageyama’s not the Lonely King anymore.”

Endo nudged Tsukishima in the arm, “what amazing character development, eh?” The first-year’s eyebrow twitched as he pushed Endo away from him. As if just having him touch him was one of the most disgusting things ever. Endo shook his head at that, “though it’s understandable, Oikawa can be scary at times.” He spoke from experience, he should know it more than anyone really.

Tskishima clicked his tongue,“You’re scared of him?”

The older boy just continued to smile at him, trying to seem unaffected by his question. “He’s extremely powerful, it’s usually good to be cautious of him.” The determination that Oikawa has towards volleyball is terrifying in its own right. If he were able to put his mind to anything, he'd achieve it, at any cost.

Back to the game, Oikawa served once again though this time it was a near perfect float serve. Yea, the Grand King had quite the range of attacks when it came to his serves. With quick reaction time, Daichi was able to save it from hitting the court. Shimada gasped, “It went up!”

“But it’s messed up!” Takinoue exclaimed as they saw that the ball was passed too close to the net. “They won’t be able to use a quick!”

Unable to use Shōyō in that moment, Kageyama set it for Asahi who spiked it but Aoba Johsai ended up getting a one touch. Kindaichi was able to spike the ball back over the net, but Karasuno’s guardian deity was there to save it!

All while this was happening, Sakura was biting the inside of her cheek. It wasn’t a very good idea considering she could taste the slight metallic taste on her tongue now, but she’s too invested to worry about that right now. This is the set that might just end Karasuno’s dream of getting to the nationals this time. So she’ll worry about that later. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the banister like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. She might possibly be working up a sweat just watching this game. All the while, she was just about trembling in worry and exhilaration. A strange combination she will admit, but it definitely made her feel alive!

Shōyō was then at the perfect spot, the perfect time for Kageyama to set him the ball. Kageyama even seemed to have full faith in this play as he sent his signature pin-point toss to the ball of sunshine.

Everything was suddenly in slow motion. 

Nobody saw that block coming, not really. The three man block had stopped Shōyō’s spike. At that moment, Sakura’s heart cracked. No one could save it which meant… Karasuno had lost with a score of 33-31. As the ball hit the ground, the sound echoed throughout the gym. It felt like that was the only sound that could be heard. Karasuno was in shock as Seijoh began to celebrate.

It took a moment for Endo to comprehend it. Maybe even more than just a moment. They lost… That’s not new. They’ve lost before, plenty of times. So why did it feel so much worse!?

For the first time ever… Endo was upset about losing. He stood on the sidelines with his blue eyes wide and mouth turned down in a heavy frown. In this game… he actually wanted to win. Whether it was to rub it in Oikawa’s face or to prove to his father that he could be successful with this team, he didn’t know. 

What he does know is that he felt like crying now. Tears built up in the corners of his eyes, Joji felt like sobbing. At the start of this game, he personally didn’t care if they won or lost. However, winning would make his friends happy, and he wanted that for them. Now, feeling that crushing defeat from Seijoh, he was sad. He wanted to win, he realized. This tournament gave him the opportunity to feel like a champion, and it felt so good. To be the victor of a game was exhilarating. To be a loser was heartbreaking.

He didn’t play in the match, so he shouldn’t feel this way, right? He didn’t have a hand in the points that were made or lost during this game. Though that seemed to just make him feel even worse.

 Suga solemnly stated, “Let's go.” Urging his fellow-benchwarmers to follow him to line up. It took a moment for Endo to break out of his stupor, but he languishly followed after them. He kept himself from crying and put his mask back up on his face, but not even he could completely hide the fact that he was upset.

Sakura watched the way her brother collapsed to the ground. She almost felt like doing the same, she was emotionally exhausted from this, but not as much so as them. So she held herself strong as they lined up to thank each other for the game, shake hands, and lined up to thank their supporters.

Everyone clapped for them, obviously impressed with their fight against Seijoh. Though those claps probably felt like pity to some of Karasuno. They did try their best, it just wasn’t enough…

Shimada clapped loudly and tried to cheer them up, “Great work!”

“That was a great match!” Takinoue called out.

The praise didn’t mean anything to them. The loss was fresh and whatever good thing that anyone had to say to them would go over their heads. It would take a while for them to come to terms with the loss. Perhaps by tonight they would, but who knows for some of them.

“When we lost…” Takinoue said, as he started to speak from experience. “I hated being told we had a great match. It was like, ‘but we lost.’ However, being on the side to say that now, I guess I don’t know what else to say.”

“There’s nothing else to say.” Sakura said blankly as she sighed through her nose. “They lost, plain and simple. All you can do is compliment them on what they did right and point out some skills they should improve on.” She shook her head slightly before saying softly, “they’ll have to do better next time.” Did she feel like crying for her brother? Just a little. Though she did a good job at hiding that. She doesn’t need to add on the emotions at all.

On the court, Karasuno gathered up once more to get their last words from their coach. Most of them were all in their own thoughts, thinking over their loss. Thinking about what they did wrong and how they could have fixed it. What would have happened if they spiked the ball just a little bit more to the left? What would have happened if they had pushed themselves more into a dive to save a ball? Who knows. Though they couldn’t dwell on it too long since they had to leave since the next game was going to start.

“We need to clear out immediately. The next team’s warm-up is starting.” Ukai stated to the group, “We’ll start our cool down upstairs or outside. Seijoh will be going to the quarterfinals after a short break.”

Endo followed after his teammates slowly, off of the gym floor. With one last quick glance over at Oikawa, Endo lumbered after the team. He didn’t want to see Oikawa’s infuriating smile, nor did he want Oikawa to see him like this. There was no need for Oikawa to see him upset like this. There was only one time that Oikawa had seen that, and Endo wouldn’t let this be the second time.

An arm then placed itself over his shoulders, shaking him out of his thoughts. Endo looked up to see that it was Asahi who had drawn him into a side hug as they walked off the court. They stared at each other for a moment, both of them knowing that they needed this comfort at the moment. So Asahi and Endo silently supported each other while following their team out of the gym. They didn’t really need to say anything to each other to know just how they were feeling. All they needed was to be close to each other for right now.

It took a while, but eventually after cleaning themselves up the boys all headed upstairs to grab their team banister. Which meant that Sakura could finally see just how broken up her brother was close up. 

He lumbered up to her like a sad puppy and just plopped himself into her shoulder. Shōyō needed comfort more than anything right now and she would gladly provide it. Sakura swallowed thickly, keeping her emotions at bay as she took a deep breath through her nose. “You guys did well,” she shrugged. “Doesn’t seem like many people can say they lasted against Aoba Johsai that long.” 

“You were right, imouto…” He miserably said into her shoulder.

Sakura closed her eyes in dismay, “Shōyō-”

“Like always.” He pulled away far enough to look at her with the most heartbreaking expression she had ever seen as tears built up in his eyes. “Why didn’t I listen to you?”

It’s not like Sakura wanted to be right. Not this time. If anything, she really wished that she had been proven wrong. The last thing she wants is for her brother to be upset, to be let down like she has in the past. This is the worst thing that she has ever bared witness to. 

In this moment, she didn’t know what to say to him. She’s usually a voice of reason, to at least try and give him some constructive criticisms to focus on for later. Though that didn’t seem to be a good thing to do right now. Bringing up what he might have done wrong in the game certainly would set him off. The last thing she wanted now was to make him feel worse.

With having nothing else to say besides a quiet, “you did your best.” Sakura and Shōyō followed the rest of the team once they got their things and headed downstairs. 

“All right, let’s go get some food.” Ukai called out to them all as they exited the building, “Of course, I’m paying.”

Daichi’s eyebrows furrowed, “Eh? Food? But…”

“Just shut up and eat.” Ukai chuckled as they all filed onto the bus. The team obviously didn’t think that they were going to get treated like this. They did lose after all, what sort of thing did they do to deserve a reward? They all ended up going to a small restaurant that wasn’t too far from the gym. After sitting down at the table and waiting for their food, everything was set for their lunch. Ukai nervously bowed to the owner of the restaurant, “Sorry, Ma’am, for coming in right before you open up.”

The kind owner, an older woman with a warm smile shook her head, “Don’t worry. This used to happen all the time.”

Ukai looked at his team, all of their faces somber as they looked to him for words of encouragement. “Running, jumping, and anything else that stresses your muscles will cause the fibers to tear. Right after a match, like now, your muscles are at their limits, so you’ve got to repair them by eating. That’s how you build muscle, and become stronger. So eat. Eat a proper meal.”

So everyone started to eat in silence after saying thanks for the food. None of them wanted to focus on the loss, just the delicious food. Though that didn’t mean they weren’t upset. Mostly everyone at the table was silently crying. Who knows where they could go from here. All that they need to focus on right now is to eat. To eat and grow stronger so they can start training once again.

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Cushioned

✄・・・ Crisp Leaves [Aoba Johsai Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Aoba Johsai x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: Kageyama is just babie

➜ Notes: Manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall, around 170.5 cm.

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↷ SUMMARY ↶

They’re just looking away for a minute for goodness’s sake and someone already managed to steal their spotlight as their manager’s knight in shining armor–but they’re chill as long as you’re okay. Well, except Oikawa.

It’s another practice match of Aoba Johsai and Karasuno–Coach Irihata mentioned about it’s easy to have opponents, however looking for a worthy rival is on another level. And Karasuno managed to earn a rightful place as Aoba Johsai’s rival–that’s why practice match against them is something to look forward.

As usual, when the crows greeted the team once they arrived, you were the one in charge in greeting them back and show them the ropes for the day’s match. Having clicked with Kiyoko and Hitoka made it even easier–being friends with another team’s manager has its own fun, especially you’re the only female in a huge room full of male population.

That and Karasuno is a very interesting team to watch–their dynamic serv as an entertainment for you and a future reference for understanding each and every member’s tendency.

You could watch them the whole match if not remembering your duty as a manager of Seijoh.

The practice match went smoothly–everyone was all out even though it wasn’t a real deal, and the second set ended with Aoba Johsai taking yet another one with Karasuno being extremely close with the points.

“Great work,” you praised, handing over the drinking bottles you previously filled with Kiyoko and Hitoka.

“Still, the freak-combi is hard thing to handle,” Matsukawa commented.

“Yeah, the shrimp is moving much better than before,” Hanamaki added. “He’s just spiking with all his might before but now he’s really controlling how to hit the ball.”

“It goes beyond amazing to irritating,” Oikawa clicked his tongue, the grip he had on his bottle tightened.

“You said that every time.” Iwaizumi deadpanned. “And Kageyama’s really on his game today. His serves were on point.”

“Even though I hate to admit it but Iwaizumi-san is right,” Kindaichi grumbled while Kunimi’s eyebrow twitched.

“And not to mention the digs!” Watari exclaimed, wiping his neck with a clean towel. “The rally is getting longer because no one wants the ball drops.”

“’Ah, the baldy is getting on my nerves with all those straights,’” you said, glancing over Kyotani who had his shoulders tensed from the sudden teasing grin he received. “That’s what you’re thinking right, Kyotani-kun? Well, Tanaka-san is really improving his shots.”

“You sure memorized their names, senpai,” Yahaba commented. “I didn’t even know anyone else other than Kageyama because Oikawa-san keeps mentioning him every chance he got.”

Oikawa gasped, feeling scandalized with the statement. “I do not, Yahaba-kun!”

You rose an eyebrow. “Are you really crushing on Tobio-kun right now? No. I don’t allow it with those trashy attitude you have every time he’s close.”

“I’m not, [Nickname]-chan!!”

“Hands off my baby, Trash King.”

“Didn’t you hear what I just said!?”

“[Name]-chan!” Kiyoko called, which made you whipped your head to face her. “I think one of the bottles are switched, can you take a look?”

“Sure!” You replied back, immediately wrapping a clean towel around Kunimi’s neck. “I’ll be back in a second.”

You jogged towards the Karasuno team, and sadly that’s when the disaster happened.

Not noticing a small pool of water or whatever liquid that is on the wooden floor, you stepped on it without knowing–resulting an instant slip for you.

You yelped in surprise–feeling gravity automatically pulling you to the ground. Every thing seemed to be in slow motion somehow and even though you realized the fall was going to hurt, you didn’t have quick reflex to really move or do anything. That’s why you decided to brace the pain.

However, it never came.

Once you opened your eyes (since when did you even close it anyway?), you’re gaze immediately met with a pair of cobalt blue and black. And the only person who had both is someone you’re extremely familiar with.

“Are you alright, [Name]-san?” Kageyama asked, eyes filled with concern and his face was quite close with yours–wait, what?

That’s when you notice a sturdy arm wrapped around your waist, preventing you from hitting the ground back first–also noticing the series of exaggerating gasps and shrieks echoing throughout the gym. Your cheeks suddenly felt as if it was on fire.

“NOOO!! [NICKNAME]-CHAN!!” Oikawa shrieked–making the two of you pulled away. Your friend of nearly eight years stomped forward and put your figure behind him, shielding you from Kageyama. “Don’t get too close with our manager, Tobio-chan!!”

“Tooru, you know that he’s helping me, right?” you pointed out. “I would’ve hit my head.”

“N-n-n-nice save, Kageyama!” Hinata stuttered, you could see his face flaming red–and it seemed infectious because Kageyama’s face turned red, as he’s just realizing what he was doing.

“Shut up, dumbass!!”

“The floor does need wiping,” Iwaizumi commented. “We should take a break and wipe all of the court.”

“Me, Kiyoko-chan, and Hitoka-chan can do that. You guys just rest.”

“Didn’t you hear what I said!?” Oikawa whined, before turning and pointing accusingly towards his whole team. “And you guys! Don’t you feel something when a boy from another team have their hands on our manager!?”

Hanamaki shrugged. “He’s saving her, nobody can get close that fast.”

“He made sure [Name] didn’t hit the ground, as long as nothing happened it’s chill.” Matsukawa added.

“I-It’s way better if Otohaku-senpai’s safe,” Kindaichi stuttered. “That’s what I’m thinking…”

Yahaba tsked and looked away, murmuring something about ‘as long as our manager is safe, but I can’t get this frustration off my chest’. Kyotani just stared straight at their weird captain with no emotion whatsoever, he didn’t see Kageyama as a threat so he didn’t need to put his guard up. Watari just nervously laughing as he didn’t know how to reply that statement, meanwhile Kunimi was looking extremely done with the drama.

“Shouldn’t we start discussing strategies instead?” Iwaizumi remarked, which made all of them moved to face their coaches–choosing to ignore Oikawa’s shriek of betrayal.

“I got the mops! Let’s wipe the floor squeaky clean, Kiyoko-chan, Hitoka-chan!”

“Let’s do it.” Kiyoko replied, smiling slightly–and you could hear Tanaka and Nishinoya gushing over her radiating beauty.

“I-I’ll do my best!” Hitoka replied.

“Can I help too?” Kageyama piped up, slightly raising his hand.

“You can, but shouldn’t you be resting?” you questioned.

“OOH! Let me join too, let me join too!” Hinata was already by your side so suddenly.

“Shoyo-kun, it’s just wiping the floor, you’re being too excited.” You replied, laughing.

Then the two proceed to made a bet on who could wipe the floor faster and cleaner. Before they jumped into action, you reached out for Kageyama’s shirt and tugged it lightly which made him turned to face you. When you’re still in Kitagawa Daiichi, the boy was way smaller and now he’s standing half head taller than you–and he’s still growing.

“Thank you, Tobio-kun. For before.”

“I-It’s no problem…”

“Don’t get too close with Tobio-chan, [Nickname]-chaan!!”

“Shut up, Crappykawa!”

[punz4lyfe]

Why a Rivalry Between Lucario and Cinderace WOULD NOT Work Pt. 2

Yeah, I’m talking about this again.

In my last post about this subject, I’d talked about how Pokemon Journeys could be hyping up a potential rivalry between Ash’s Lucario and Goh’s Cinderace and why just the idea would be bad. I’m sorry, but even after all this time, I still don’t think it would be a good idea. Not only do I feel my points from the last post still hold strong (in that it would be forced, pointless goal-wise, and be an utter wrecking ball in power scaling if Cinderace somehow even remotely keeps up with Lucario), but another thing about this idea is that it could easily land Lucario to become wasted potential in Pokemon Journeys (granted Lucario is already kinda wasted potential given his minor character development and lack of appearances for a while but eh whatever).

I mean, just look at Ash’s past aces:

Pikachu’s main development and arcs mostly conspired through the Original Series, whether it be his growing bond with Ash or his decision to evolve or not and find himself a battling style that can both suit his preferences and be able to take down tougher opponents. While he mostly has remained a static (har-har) character for Ash for regions past Johto, we still get some great moments for him and his trainer every now and then that emphasizes the strong bond and friendship that always had since Kanto, like Pikachu breaking out of amnesia, Ash and Pikachu retouching their old evolution decision, or Ash and Pikachu simply having some alone time together. (which just makes Episode 30 of Journeys all the more cringe)

Charizard had his arc of refusing to battle for Ash unless he found himself against opponents that seemed worthy enough. His stubborn behavior soon led him to a devastating loss against a Poliwrath in the Orange Islands, leaving him frozen with Ash staying up all night to thaw him out, showing Charizard just how truly Ash cared for him. Charizard soon gain a little more development at Johto when he and Ash were faced with the choice of leaving him at Charicific Valley in order to get stronger. Charizard stayed at the valley and whenever he returned to Ash’s side, he usually pulled through for some incredible wins (minus the Battle Pyramid), cementing how strong his training has made him.

Sceptile kiiiinda was a bit one-note throughout Hoenn, he eventually got his own little development arc when a heartbreak during the Kanto Battle Frontier led him being unable to use moves. While minor, it did lead to a nice, touching episode of Ash supporting Sceptile and helping him through Beedrill-infested woods, despite not having Sceptile’s Pokeball or Pikachu at his side, with Sceptile seeing the countless risks Ash taking for him leading him to be able to use moves again.

Infernape, as we all know, was taken in by Ash after Paul released him, leading him prove his former trainer of his views of him as a “weak Pokemon” while also readjusting to Ash’s care and learning how to control his Blaze ability.

While Krookodile doesn’t really have much going fo him in terms of arcs, he did had a small rivalry with Pikachu that led to him evolving into Krokorok as a Sandile and following Ash for almost half of Unova before getting captured. It is often theorized that he would’ve played a big part during the cancelled episodes where Team Rocket and Team Plasma fought at the Desert Resort. Plus, before capture, he was able to understand Ash’s caring self when he helped retrieve his sunglasses from some Ducklett and didn’t give Pikachu orders when he lost them during their battle, so while we didn’t get much, there was at least something planned/remotely implemented for Krookodile.

Greninja, of course, he his arc of mastering his Ash-Greninja form with his trainer.

And Lycanroc and Incineroar each had their own form of “teachers” they wished to prove themselves equal/superior to, being Gladion’s Lycanroc and Kukui’s Incineroar respectively. (heck, if you could even argue Rowlet being an Alola ace too, having a similar arc with Hau’s Decidueye and his own Toucannon-line family to make proud of)

But for Lucario, one of the most, if not the most, requested Pokemon for Ash to have by fans, one of the first Gen. 4 mons introduced to the public, one of the few Pokemon capable of using aura, and pretty much the mascot for Gen. 4 as a whole... The best the anime can do for him to make his character and growth interesting is to put him in a rivalry against someone who he barely interacts with, doesn’t share the same goal with, and shouldn’t even be close to his level considering the difference in training and experience between Ash and Goh. Like.... are you serious?

Yes, Lucario and Cinderace are friends, but that still doesn’t justify a rivalry. That’s like saying Pikachu and Sobble should be rivals because they’re friends and are close partners of their respective trainers. Just imagine how a battle between those two would go like.

.....

Yeah, I thought so.

There’s literally so much more they can do with Lucario. Do something with his aura, make one of Bea or Korrina’s mons his rival or even Sirfetch’d, maybe do something involving Ash’s Greninja, give him a Mega Stone for like a few episodes (I mean it would be fair, considering Misty and Brock all have Key Stones and Korrina’s involvement in Journeys shows that Mega Evolution isn’t exempt from the Coronation Series), make him a protective guard dog for Ash out of response of having to save him and Pikachu from getting crushed by Chairman Rose, have him explore his roots at the Sinnoh region. Heck, I honestly wouldn’t mind if the anime were to teach him telepathy. It is a popular trope for Lucario after all, considering the first one we saw in movie eight had the ability and the Lucario of Smash Bros. possesses it too, so I don’t see why Pokemon hasn’t touched on it again themselves since the eighth movie. Plus, it would be beneficial for Goh too, allowing him to understand the many Pokemon he keeps at Cerise’s Lab.

Honestly at this point, the best we can hope for Lucario would have to be due to something from or inspired from the future Gen. 4 remakes and/or Legends: Arceus. I would honestly take anything else at this point if it doesn’t involve a shoehorned rivalry.

[dreaming-colourful-skies]

COC Dec 4: Fluffy crossover one-shot ft. snowball fighting and post-canon FMA cameos.

(Tumblr confuses me but apparently it’s good to post shorter fics in their entirety so here :))

Rated: T (really G), M/M, 1000ish words

Characters: Simon Snow, Tyrannus Basilton “Baz” Pitch, Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, Ebb Petty, Roy Mustang

Tags: Simon Snow/Baz Pitch, Future Roy/Ed but not here, Crossover, AU – Canon Divergence, Fluff, Snowball Fight, Hijinks and Shenanigans, One-shot, Carry On Countdown (Simon Snow), Carry On Countdown 2020

Series: The Watford School of Alchemy (Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood/Carry On crossover in progress)

Summary:

Baz and Simon’s animosity is beginning to thaw, unlike the ground. Forget alchemy class – today is a day for a snowball fight.

archiveofourown.org/ works/27873617 (w/out space)

Full:

I’m still not used to thinking of Baz as an ally.

What has it been – a month? My second-most-prolific source of mortal peril is now an ally. I know it sounds crazy, but he swore good intentions to Penny, and he really has been helpful.

Today, though, he’s definitely up to something.

He’s supposed to be halfway to Advanced Arrays by now – well, I should be too, but whatever – and he’s outside staring at the moat.

“What’re you doing?”

“Snow.” I seem to have startled him. Good.

“Playing hooky? Doesn’t seem like you.”

Baz scoffs. “I’ll be there.” His gaze softens as he looks around and past me. “But isn’t it beautiful?”

What? Oh, he means the snow. The ground is blanketed in it, the trees painted branch by branch. The moat is freshly frozen, by the looks of it. Flakes fall gracefully around us, and the merwolves are nowhere to be seen.

“It’s pretty nice,” I allow.

“Come off it,” says Baz, stepping closer. “Surely you don’t still think I’m up to something?”

My protest dies in my throat. Baz has been nothing but helpful lately… He’s got a point. Antagonizing you is as natural as breathing would not hold up in court. Oh, Merlin, I can see the snowflakes on his eyelashes from here. Have they always been so long?

“Ahem.” I act quickly. “Maybe I’m up to something?” And I lob a snowball at Baz’s chest.

Baz’s mouth drops open. “Crowley, you truly are an absolute nightmare.” The corner of his lip turns up and he grabs a handful of snow.

This means war.

Two minutes and many snowballs later, we are both out of breath and very much the worse for wear. By tacit agreement we’ve been sparring like Normals, though I think we both realize that I’m just as likely to melt the field if my Magick gets involved.

“Is that the worst you can do?” I manage to dodge this one, though the next incoming ball makes a snow cone of my bangs. I shake my curls and prep my next ammunition.

“Boys?” A shadow approaches our spot near the lake – a professor. This is it. This is the day I get chewed out for skipping class. I dread telling the Colonel that I traded my education for a snowball fight.

Oh, it’s just Professor Elric. This could go either way. Baz and I dust ourselves off as he greets us.

“Everything good out here?” Merlin, he’s short for a, what, twenty-eight-year old? But the professor’s eyes fill with mirth. We are clearly standing in a snowy battleground.

I look down at the snowball in my hand and make up my mind. It arcs through the air and splats on Professor Elric as Baz gapes beside me.

The professor’s teeth bare into a grin as he pulls out his wand. I don’t regret anything, not exactly, but this was a horrible mistake of a different kind.

“Let it snow!” He crows, and a crowd of small snowballs rise from the ground and launch themselves at us. He conveniently hasn’t taught us that one in Magick Words. A couple of the snowballs hit their mark, splatting my cheek with bitter cold, but I shake off the surprise. Placated that we’re not getting expelled or something, Baz and I duck and scramble to find more snow.

“Brother!”

Two more interlopers arrive from the other direction. Alphonse Elric is here for a month or so to help Ebb with the goats, and apparently they heard the commotion. They take one look and grab their own snow.

“No fair!” Professor Elric pulls a face. “The weather outside is frightful!” The top layer of snow around him drifts up and gusts toward us.

Alphonse Elric claps his hands together and transmutes a shallow, snowy wall. Cool.

Mayhem ensues, featuring Normal snowballs, cold alchemic blasts and Magick. We duck behind the fort as needed. At one point, Baz looks like he’s about to be collateral damage of a flying icicle, so I listen to my instinct and dive.

“ – Snow!” We land on the cold ground with a soft thud.

My nemesis blinks up at me, and I’m struck by the strangest urge to kiss him.

Maybe I’m concussed? If so, he must be too, because for once he doesn’t look wary. His eyes are wide with what I figure is surprise.

I mumble out an apology for the whole tackling-him-to-the-ground-thing and he thanks me for the saving-him-from-impalement thing. I scramble to my feet and offer help, and his hand is cold.

Still a little dazed, I start to gather another snowball.

I hear a finger snap from the castle entrance and the wall melts. Oh shit.

The Colonel – my guardian Roy – walks over and quirks an eyebrow. “I heard there were a couple of students missing from class, and my 4pm meeting never arrived.” He looks pointedly at the snow-laden blonde.

“Physical education elective?” offers Professor Elric.

Baz snorts and then straightens up somberly, remembering himself.

Thank Merlin, Roy surveys the scene and a smile slips through. “All right, I didn’t see anything. Don’t make it a habit.” Ed moves, almost imperceptibly, and Roy’s alchemic glove is raised again in threat. “Don’t you dare, Ed. I have another meeting in five and trust me, I do not pull off the snow-swept look as well as you.”

Professor Elric looks at him innocently. Apparently, Alphonse and Ebb find this whole situation hilarious. They launch into a spirited retelling of the fight to Roy.

Once more spared from scolding, I chance a glance back at Baz. He’s also breathing heavily, and his cheeks are slightly less pale than usual. His long hair is askew. I can only imagine I also look like I’ve been running around for half an hour.

He catches me looking.

“Time to head back?” I mouth, and he nods.

I clamour to my feet. “We’ve conveniently just remembered that we have class soon, or, uh, now. And warming up is good for health,” I add. Subtlety is just not my thing.

“Thank you for being excellent teammates,” says Baz, “and worthy opponents.” I’m pretty sure that’s directed at me and Professor Elric. I’m not sure what my face looks like.

“Bye, kids,” says Al. (We’re not that much younger than him, come on). The others join him in waving us off.

Baz and I make it back to the castle, dripping and shivering. Despite all that, I still feel strangely warm inside.

“Rematch, next snowfall?”

“You’re on.”

(Img from Pexel)

[thou-crusty-batch-of-nature]

'Crawling back to you'

(Do I wanna know? Arctic Monkeys)

A/N: I'm soo sorry it took so long! Hope you'll like it! Thank you for reading (and requesting)! Feel free to send a request or message me! Lysm

Pairing: Harry x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst

Request: Could u do something Harry Potter x reader were the marauders are alive and the reader is Harry’s gf and is as good as Dumbledore in dueling. And she was staying at Harry’s house for spring break and (Harry is still the boi who lived) Voldemort attacks them and says something like “if she wins she dafe but for now I am going to take the most important thing in ur life” to Harry and he starts crying but then she out duels him and comforts Harry and Jily notices how much they love each other?

MASTERLIST

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People have always assumed that I have a perfect life: a loving boyfriend, incredible friends, but people often speak without knowing. And I, of all people, knew that. My life has never been pink, I've never had a family, and besides my friends, no one's ever cared for me. I had lived in an orphanage until an old man wearing funny clothes showed up in my room, telling me I'm a wizard; and a very powerful one, too.

My first year at Hogwarts wasn't a piece of cake either. I was a pureblood gryffindor, but I knew nothing about magic. I didn't have any friends and spent my time either in the library or by the lake. The only person I spoke to was my roommate, a very bright witch named Hermione Granger. She'd always helped me when I was down and even introduced me to her group of friends; including Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. At first, we didn't get along well, but as time passed by we became closer than ever, becoming the family I've never had. We were soon known as the troublemakers of Hogwarts. We used to receive howlers from Lily every week, expressing her disappointment, followed by a short note from James, congratulating our brilliant ideas. In the fourth year, Harry and I went together to the Yule ball, and soon after that, we became a couple.

***

I looked again in the mirror. I was wearing a long-sleeved gown, with grey lace embroidered and a deep decolletage. My long Y/H/C hair fell in a waterfall of loose curls on my bare back.

"Oh my God! You look stunning. Harry won't be able to keep his eyes off you." Hermione said.

"Look who's talking. You're literally glowing!" And she was. Wearing a baby blue dress, she could be easily mistaken for a princess.

"Thank you! Shall we go?" Nodding, I took my best friend's hand. We went down the stairs, careful not to trip. 'These bloody shoes better not make me fall!' The common room was awfully quiet, as almost everybody was already in the great hall.

I was more than excited when Harry asked me to be his partner. I had a crush on him since the beginning of the third year. When we got downstairs he was nervously leaning back and forth, facing the dimly burning fire.

"Hello, Harry!" Hermione greeted happily. He quickly turned his head towards us, mouth falling open while his eyes wandered over my dress.

"Hi-" he said in a squeaky voice. "You-you look gorgeous."

***

Then Voldemort came back. Our life became darker and darker, and since the battle at the department of mysteries, he had been trying to recruit as many wizards as possible. Harry was in incredible danger as the chosen one, and I, because of my power, was the number one in the death eater's list.

I woke up breathing heavily, my hand around my neck. I was used to having this nightmare; I was alone in a dark room, chained, and Voldemort was torturing me in order to become one of them. I woke up seeing the blinding ray of green light, followed by his malicious laugh.

'I am safe. I am safe.' I opened my eyes only to see Harry's panicked face.

"What happened?" I usually spent my holidays at the Potters, who took me as their daughter. I owed them everything.

"You were screaming. I thought that-"

"It's ok. I had a bad dream." Harry sat next to me, hugging my warmly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, grazing your back.

I turned to see his mesmerizing eyes, losing myself in the spring grass colour. "Not really." I whispered. We kissed like we were afraid of breaking each other.

***

"I told you they love each other!" Lily said, nudging James under the invisibility cloak.

"They are just how we were! He takes after me, so hopelessly in love!"

"At least he managed to take her out! You were so nervous when you first attempted to ask me on a date that I thought you would faint!"

James pinched her nose. "Yes, but look at us now!"

***

"Good morning everybody!" I'd just got in the kitchen, where Lily and Harry were having breakfast.

"Good morning darling!" Lily greeted.

"Morning!" Harry said, kissing my cheek. I filled my plate with scrambled eggs and sat down.

"So what are you cool teens up to these wonderful days?" Lily asked, making Harry sigh.

"Mum, stop. And if you asked, I would love to go for a walk with Y/N." He turned to me. "What do you say?"

"It sounds great!"

The diffuse sunlight painted the morning sky. The shy rays were playing on the fields of flowers, slowly drawing patterns on the spring's colourful mantle. We were walking down a narrow path through the forest. The comfortable silence was suddenly interrupted. Harry fell on his knees, letting go of my hand.

"He's here! He's after us!" Harry shouted, "We have to leave now!"

We bolted without looking bavk. I knew he was here; I could feel it. One could call it instinct, I preferred the term fear. Then, the veil of darkness hit us.

***

I slowly opened my eyes. My scar hurt so much that it made me feel dizzy. We were in a spacious room, made entirely of stone.

"Y/N!" I whispered, slowly shaking her. She was lying next to me, eyes barely open."Y/N! Please!"

"Look what a prize we've got here!" a high pitch voice called. "A small bird told me you two were walking happily through the forest! What a pure coincidence that the Dark Lord had a free day!"

"Bellatrix, stop with your boring talk, bring them to me!" Voldemort was sitting on a dark wood chair, his red eyes burning holes through me. Nagini was swirling on his hand. "Harry Potter and Y/N Y/L/N! The chosen one and the girl who is told to be my only worthy opponent! Let's see who is the best after all!"

"Leave her alone!" I shouted.

"Oh how brave are you! You almost convinced me! But I really want to play," he paused to look at us, "I challenge you," he pointed at Y/N "if you win, you and your loved ones are safe, but if you don't, you'll both lose the most important persons in your life. Do you accept?"

"No!" I said.

***

"Yes, I do," I said at the same time as Harry. Voldemort's eyes were locked on me as a wild smirk grew wide on his face. Bellatrix laughed maniacally, throwing my wand.

"Then we shall start."

"One." The death eater started.

"Two." I took a careful step.

"Three." I glanced at Harry, his horrified face following my gaze.

"Four." I could hear the Dark Lord's laugh.

"Five." His voice was sending shivers down my spine.

"Six." I silently stepped forward.

"Seven." My heart was threatening to jump from my body.

"Eight." My hands were shaking violently.

"Nine." I took a deep breath.

"Ten." We turned.

The duel started.

***

The battle was one of the most impressive I've ever seen. Spell after spell, dodge after dodge, Y/N held her head high, not even budging in front of her opponent. Light against darkness, fire against water, good against bad.

And it was far from over.

***

I was barely keeping my breath steady. Exhaustion was threatening to take over me, but I couldn't stop; I needed to win. Voldemort marched closer, creating a dragon of darkness. 'Shit.' Its black wings spread, and the majestical creature flew to me. It looked like Death. I cast a enormous fire Phoenix. It's battle cry shook the entire manor. The creatures collided, exploding.

"Expeliarmus!" I yelled.

"Abracadabra!" I managed to cast a shield over me in time. However, my spell hit the Dark Lord, the impact throwing him on his back. I caught his wand and disarmed the other death eaters, too. Just then, the order of Phoenix apparated in the room. I fell to my knees. Harry ran to me, pulling me in a bone crushing hug. I don't know when I've started crying, nor when he did. It didn't matter. It was over.

All was going to be well.

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[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball 087

The preliminaries are over, so now it’s time for the eight semifinalists to draw numbers for the tournament brackets. 

Tien talks smack to the other semifinalists, but when Chiaotzu does the same with Krillin, he gets really embarrassed about it. 

Normally, the brackets are supposed to be assigned at random, but Chiaotzu has telekinetic powers, which he uses to sort the brackets to Tien’s liking.  

I find this somewhat odd, since this ability requires Chiaotzu to not only move the papers inside the box, but also to read the numbers without being able to see them.   And numbers aren’t exactly Chiaotzu’s strong suit, so it’s kind of surprising that this cheating actually works.  So the matches are as follows:

Tien and Yamcha really don’t like each other, so Tien wants him in the first round.   This suits Yamcha just fine.   I’m not sure if Tien simply assumes Yamcha is the strongest Turtle student of the three, or if he’s just going after Yamcha because he’s been standing up to Tien the most.

No one knows what Manwolf’s deal is, except he seems to despise Chun, and so Tien figures they might as well fight in the first round.  

The first two matches were the only ones Tien wanted arranged, so it’s possible that Chiaotzu arranged this match by pure chance, or maybe he really does want to tackle Krillin first, as opposed to Goku or Panput  

And finally Goku vs. Panput.   I’m pretty sure I’ve watched this saga at least twice, and I still don’t remember Panput’s deal.   He’s rich and famous, but all I remember is that the real conflict with this match was Goku getting sidetracked by Panput’s goons.   Did this guy even have a personality, or was he just a bump in the road for Goku? 

There’s a whole bit where no one knows what happened to Master Roshi, and the Crane Hermit arranges a missing persons announcement on the public address system.   I feel bad for the poor lady who had to read it, since it was clearly a prank. 

Here’s the thing: Why does anyone care?  Roshi’s not a baby.    If he wants to miss the tournament or watch it from someplace else, let him.   Bulma should be glad to get twenty minutes away from the guy.   Crane Hermit’s announcement was all about what a freaky-deaky perv he is, and it’s 100% true.

I mean, they all sort of barely put up with this guy, but as soon as the tournament’s about to start they all panic and wonder where he went.   Count your blessings, I say.  Then again, at least Roshi trained the boys to fight.   I still don’t understand how Oolong’s still hanging out with this crowd four years later.

The World Tournament Announcer starts us off, and it’s time for the semifinals.

Okay, so this Tien/Yamcha fight kicks ass.   It’s only like an episode and a half, but it’s phenomenal.   Easily Yamcha’s best fight in the whole series, and one of Tien’s best.    If you’re making a list of best Dragon Ball fights that don’t involve Goku, this one should probably be on it. 

There’s an insert song about Yamcha here, which surprised me a little because I couldn’t remember hearing it before, but then I remembered that in the dub these two fought with no music whatsoever.   Oddly, it works pretty well both ways.

I mean, it’s just a great fight no matter how you slice it.   You could watch it with the sound down and still enjoy it.   These two guys wanna beat the crap out of each other, and they’re two of the best martial artists in the world.    Also, I think it kind of helps that they’re both about the same height, so it’s not a big guy stooping down to block little baby hands, like we’ve been seeing in this series so far. 

The big moment, for me anyway, is when Tien is forced to acknowledge--albiet privately-- that Yamcha is a worthy opponent.   He’s been talking a lot since he got here, but now it’s time for Tien to back it up, and it won’t be as effortless as he thought.

The episode closes with Yamcha preparing to deploy the Shin Roga Fufu-ken, or “New Wolf Fang Fist”.  As awesome as this still is, I think they oversold the move a bit.   I’m pretty sure Yamcha won’t be launching ghost-wolves at Tien.    But you know, there’s no reason Yamcha couldn’t invent a move like that...

[neverwatchedonepiece]

511-513: "Unexpected Relanding! Luffy, to Marineford!", "With Hopes It Will Reach My Friends! Big News Spreading Fast!" and "Pirates Get On the Move! Astounding New World!"

Lafitte showing off his soft skills.

Now these three episodes were worth every minute! This is, hand on heart, my favourite part of any arc epilogue: when the seeds of new plots are sown and you get to see what everyone else is up to.

And there was a lot of that in 511-513.

I’m still messing with the format. I’ll stick with the three days a week posts but watching six episodes at a time was too much. The post ended up way too long and I couldn’t get into much speculation (which is the most fun part). Three at a time might be a better balance. :)

Luffy’s Message

This was the Main Event for me. It was why I was so keen to watch the next lot of episodes. That cliffhanger drawn out over so many episodes! What could have caused the Strawhats to react so spectacularly? What the hell was Rayleigh up to? Why all the secrecy?

And most of all...

Why the hell would Luffy go back to Marineford?

The answer? He wanted to send a message. And Rayleigh had crafted his plan so skillfully that this message would be different depending on which side a character was on.

The build up was great. 511 opened with a Marine debriefing meeting. Marines were getting the hairdryer treatment because Monkey D. Luffy, the notorious rookie pirate, had not only escaped their grasp but had the audacity to return to the scene of the crime with the Traitor Jimbei and The Dark King Rayleigh.

This was not good PR. And we all know the Marines are all about PR.

What happened was this: a lone Marine ship sailed right into the bay without clearance and fired a blank. Then three figures were spotted on board: Luffy, Rayleigh and Jimbei. Of course, they were fired on. The ship caught fire and sunk, but Luffy leapt ashore with Rayleigh and Jimbei and set about... doing some really weird stuff.

He rung the Ox Lloyd’s Bell (a Marine tradition, apparently. It’s rung at New Year: eight times to salute the passing year and another eight to welcome the new). Okay, I thought. I have no idea what this means. Let’s see where this goes.

It became a bit clearer when Luffy walked through the dumbstruck crowd, laid flowers into the chasm and removed his hat in a gesture of respect. Okay, I thought, this is funeral stuff. He’s returning to Marineford to pay his respects to Ace. This was to give Luffy closure so he could continue to live his life without being crippled by guilt and depression.

Except it was bigger than that, but I didn’t realise it until Luffy, Rayleigh and Jimbei exited via getaway whale sharks and the action returned to the debriefing meeting. The Marine in charge was Oda’s mouthpiece. Ringing the Ox Lloyd’s bell was a challenge. Luffy rang out the old Pirate Era and rang in the new one. That Rayleigh (symbol of the Old Era) was at his side was Significant. The Marines believe that Rayleigh has backed Luffy to be Roger’s successor. (This might be true. It was Rayleigh’s plan, after all. He knows all about pirate symbolism and how to make a statement. He was on Roger’s crew.)

Annoyingly, I didn’t realise the Return to Marineford would also be like the bat signal to the Strawhats until Vivi picked up the newspaper and I saw that photo of Luffy (I’m still salty she didn’t join the crew).

And I noticed something interesting. Those tattoos Vivi mentioned. 3D2Y. I have seen that combination of numbers and letters before on the CR arc list. Does this mean Luffy will only reunite with the Strawhats in 3D2Y (whatever that is)? According to the arc list, I have Fishman Island to go first.

I also have no idea what 3D2Y could mean. Maybe it’s a calendar thing? 3D is crossed out (the old pirate era) and 2Y is the new pirate era? Maybe it’s a new model of Star Wars droid. I have no clue.

But I can’t wait to find out! :D

The Strawhats

Of course, the Strawhats picked up on it right away. (Vivi did too, which is why you should have joined the crew, Vivi, why do you have to be such a good and dutiful noble?)

Zoro’s and Chopper’s reactions to the Marineford Return were most in-depth, so I’ll talk about them here just now. I’m assuming from the 514 preview that we’ll get Sanji, Nami, Usopp, Robin, Franky and Brook later.

They didn’t give us much of Zoro here. It was a short scene but his reaction was the most interesting. While the other Strawhats said: “Awesome, Luffy. Got the message!” Zoro was actually suspicious.

“Luffy doesn’t do sneaky, clever stuff like that!” he said to Perona. “This must be Rayleigh’s plan.”

Clearly, Zoro knows Luffy so well at this point that he can tell Luffy’s style of planning. I liked that.

And Chopper...

I still have that major soft spot for Chopper. I still cannot watch the flashbacks of his past without tearing up. Every time Chopper cries, I kind of want to take him aside and say, “Shhh, Chopper. I can’t handle your little reindeer tears.”

It was when Chopper returned to Birdie Kingdom that the penny dropped. The Strawhats wouldn’t reunite yet. They all have to go through training. Now everything from the last few episodes made sense. Maybe the Strawhats I thought would get away without training will have to do it after all.

And Chopper definitely got a good deal here. That library! I was as shocked as Chopper (but at least I didn’t say it out loud, haha, that was funny).

Chopper’s loyalty to Luffy and the Strawhats has upped a few levels post-Sabaody. He said something really interesting (and kind of worrying). Remembering his past, when he was reviled as a monster - outcast from human and reindeer society - he never wanted to go through something like Sabaody again and is now willing to “become a real monster for Luffy.”

Wow... Chopper’s about to get an upgrade. I mean, he’s always had so much potential. Monster Point, anyone? Those Rumble Balls? And he’s a great medic? Hopefully, Oda has good things planned for Chopper.

And speaking of plans... not all is well in the World Government hierarchy! I wouldn’t like to say they deserve it, but... they deserve it.

The Gorosei?

I think that’s who these guys are. I counted five in the shot and they are all old guys in suits, so I’ll go with it for now. There was no confirmation in the episode. Neither were names given, so I’ve made some up. I feel like I need to distinguish them because they all seem to have a different take on the post-Marineford situation.

Ringlets was worried about Luffy. He is a controversial figure. Of course, Luffy is Garp’s grandson, so that is a given.

Saruman was concerned about smoke rising from Mount Doom... Nah, kidding. He’s worried how Luffy knows Rayleigh. He thinks Rayleigh won’t return to centre stage but implies that maybe Rayleigh will support Luffy from the shadows.

Handlebar was salty about Jimbei. Was annoyed he finally turned against them as he was a symbol of intertribal peace. (The ‘finally’ implies they always suspected Jimbei would snap one day.)

Baldy was concerned about the imbalance of power in pirate society. There is a vacant Yonkou seat and THREE to fill in the shichibukai. How to fill those vacancies? Is there anyone qualified left? Glasses was also annoyed that the D. names were receiving so much PR lately and making the WG look bad.

Blonde has his eye on the New World. The power structure imbalance there now Whitebeard is gone is troublesome. They will have to choose the strongest to be Shichibukai. He also gave us an update on Blackbeard, which was nice. Wasn’t expecting to hear from Teach for ages!

Apparently, Teach has already made waves in the New World. He has an advantage over others who want that Yonkou seat because he knows everything there is to know about Whitebeard’s territory.  No one has ever eaten two Devil Fruits in history except for him. Only another Yonkou or Marco and the remaining Whitebeards could take him out. Is that a statement on Blackbeard’s new power level? Is he training too, so he’ll be an effective adversary for Luffy by the time they inevitably clash again the New World?

I have my fingers crossed for it.

And there’s something else the Gorosei should be worried about...

Human Resources Will Be Snowed Under Right Now

I forgot who Kong-san is, but I bet he has his work cut out for him right now.

There are a lot of changes afoot at WG and Marine HQ. The biggest shocker is that SENGOKU HAS RESIGNED!

I am so happy about this. Now, all he has to do is join the Revolutionary Army and I’m all set.

Garp continues to exasperate. He has “virtually resigned” but lacks whatever he needs to be truly brave and take that final step. He has kept the Vice Admiral title and is now tutoring younger Marines. I suppose it’s good he’s still around to keep whippersnappers like Akainu in check, especially now Sengoku did not recommend Akainu to succeed him.

Aokiji, the mystery wrapped in an enigma, will be Fleet-Admiral.

I... it’s weird. I can’t see it yet, but it’s definitely a better choice than Akainu. Maybe he would’ve been better with Kizaru. Oh well, it’s Sengoku’s choice. I trust him. He’s a wise man. “Old soldiers shouldn’t cling to power,” he said. “Justice is based on values and those change every generation.”

He ain’t wrong.

And I’m guessing now Garp is training young Marines that Coby, WHO HAS AWAKENED HAKI, will be first on the list. Here’s another one who will go through training to become a worthy opponent of Luffy.

Smoker also went to see Aokiji and requested a transfer to G5 branch. Aokiji had doubts. “That’s not a place you go voluntarily.” Apparently, G5 means Grand Line, 5th Branch. It’s in the New World. Smoker wants a New World placement.

I cannot handle this much awesome.

To Top It All Off, The Pink One Is Also Causing Trouble

How can he sit like that? Surely that is not in any way comfortable?

Remember when he ambushed Moria at Marineford? Turns out he didn’t quite get the job done (phew!) I should stick to my No Corpse, No Death rule more often.

In the words of Doflamingo.... “Poof!”

Moria disappeared just before Doflamingo landed the final blow. He insisted Moria was dying, so even if he did get away, he wouldn’t go far. Unless he came back as a zombie. (You joke, Doflamingo, but I would not put that past Moria for one reason: Hogback!)

The WG official accused him of sloppy work. Then Doflamingo lost his cool. I’ve never seen him act like that before, so it was interesting. “Who do you think you’re talking to? When did you become my boss? When I lose interest in doing business with you guys, I’ll quit being a Shichibukai at any time.”

I guess this really highlights the tenuous relationship the Marines have with these guys. Plus, Doflamingo seems like he’s Mr Chaotic Evil (or at least Mr Neutral Evil) incarnate, so maybe not the best guy to rely on?

Especially when the New World has descended into utter chaos.

So Who’s All Enjoying The New World?

Everyone who is anyone will head there eventually. Crocodile and Daz Bones will have another crack at it. Law has plans but is content to wait for his time (smart). The Strawhats, obviously, are a Work in Progress.

Buggy has reunited with his old crew (I forgot about Richie the Lion. How dare I?) and also has a massive bunch of Impel Down followers. Maybe he’ll have a crack at it too, now he has Alvida and Galdino to be the strategists? Plus, he just got that letter from the WG. Maybe he’ll end up on the run.

The rest of the Rookies have ventured out.

As for the Supernovas (sans Law and Luffy) I have predictions.

Who Will Make It:

The most obvious candidate is Kidd. He’s made for the cruelty of the New World, has already crushed another crew and has declared himself an enemy of Luffy. Sweet. Battle points.

Hawkins is another one who has crushed a crew. Again, battle points.

Apoo isn’t dumb. He’ll run if he has to. Smart points.

The Jury’s Out:

Urouge has stumbled across The Thunder Plains (from Final Fantasy X) and met some weird old ladies who look like they’ve just stepped out of Macbeth.

Who’s Probably Not Okay:

Gang Bege’s ship is in fragments. X-Drake has just clashed with Kaido’s crew. I don’t see them lasting much longer.

And Jewelry Bonney...

When Your Fave Is Problematic

Hard pass, Teach. A very hard pass.

I loved how the intro caption to this scene was: “Some Burning Island”. Then I saw the Blackbeards and thought, “Praise Oda! My villainous faves have returned in style!”

I thought the only news I would get on them was from the Gorosei. This was a nice bonus.

Of course, they were bickering. The Blackbeards always bicker and snipe at each other. There was a definite tone change here, though, as though Oda wants to step their villainy up a gear.

Take their argument over the ship they sailed in on. Teach said, “We should have stolen a Marine ship. The Raft wasn’t great.” Shiryu’s retort was tolerated: “You guys don’t prepare for anything.” But Avalo Pizarro’s (I finally know his name!) joke, “Want me to be captain, Teach?” earned him this response from Lafitte: “Shut up or I’ll kill you. We are Blackbeard Pirates.”

Teach is gaining more authority and loyalty from his crew. The ones who have always been with him are fiercely loyal and the newer ones have yet to learn the ropes. Lafitte (is he the first mate?) is also flexing. Do I sense tension between the established and newer members of the crew? Maybe, but they seem to get along well enough.

Among the new ones, I already have the ones I like (Shiryu and Catalina) vs the ones I’m not keen on (Avalo, San Juan and Vasco. Their personalities haven’t really emerged yet, so there’s time).

While the island burned, the Blackbeards stuck around necking Jacky D (haha!) because they were waiting for the Marines.

Why? Were they about to do another deal?

Yeah... but not one I was expecting.

They had crushed Bonney’s crew, chained her up and were about to trade her in for a ship.

That was shocking. I hadn’t expected Bonney to catch up to Teach so quickly and be defeated, but the outcome wasn’t surprising. Of course Teach would do that. He’d done it to Ace before and it worked. Sasuga Teach, I guess. What he did next stepped up his villainy a few notches.

He turned on lech mode, which I didn’t know was in his repertoire.

“I can’t believe they gave you a hundred million bounty! The New World is the sea for the chosen strong ones. You can all the way from South Blue. But you’ll go no further. You’re too weak to join my crew, but you can come with me, if you become my girl.”

Her response was excellent. “SCREW YOU, YOU BEARDED PIG!”

Honestly, Teach. You deserved that. And you were shocked at the rejection? You were going to get the Hard Pass. Apart from being a traitorous, murdering scumbag, you’re also a rubbish flirt. I mean, expecting her to go out with you after you beat up her crew, called her weak and laid her out as bait for the Marines? Not a great sell, Teach. Work on your people skills, like Lafitte.

Their plan went awry when Van Augr spotted Akainu on the approaching ship. Obviously, he would not do any deal (and I bet he’s steaming mad Aokiji will be Fleet Admiral before him). So they scarpered.

I’m worried for Bonney, though. Akainu picking her up? That’s the worst luck... :(

TEAM SELFIE AFTER A HARD DAY’S PILLAGING! #blackbeards #nofilter #okayonefilter

[seriouslyhooked]

Scoring Your Love (Part 17/18)

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six,Part Seven,Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen. Story also onFF here and AO3 here. Banner by the wonderful@timetravelandfairytales

Modern AU where Killian is a world famous soccer star who has hit rock bottom and been sentenced to the place where ‘football’ legends go to die – America. While here he crosses paths with Emma, an up and coming musician and film scorer who challenges everything he thought he knew and makes him want more than the game he’s always loved. Will be filled with fluff for days. Rated M.

A/N: So at last I find myself at a chapter I have long been anticipating, and it has certainly taken long enough to get here. Between school and other fics, this has been a slower updating process than I expected, but I am hoping the next two chapters will be worth it. They are the last two chapters this fic will get for the time being (though I am planning an eventual epilogue, that I will hopefully write when I’m on winter break). That being said, you should all strap in for my usual dose of CS cuteness with this one! Thanks so much for reading, and hope you enjoy!

“All right, all right! I know you’re pleased with yourselves but I need you all to settle down, or I can’t say what needs to be said!”

Robin’s voice was raised as he addressed the team at the halfway point of their playoff game against New England, but the good humor of the moment shone through all the same. This was supposed to be a very competitive match. Their opponent was highly ranked, and they were in the semi-finals. The winner of this game would move on to the final round, and the victor of that game would win the MLS cup. But instead of it being a close call, this was turning into a blow out, much to the enjoyment of Killian’s teammates. The score was 3-0, and since Killian had played a part in each of those goals, he was rather pleased with himself, just as Robin knew he would be.

“So it turns out the first half has been a bit of a walk,” Robin said when the room had settled some. “But I don’t want any one of you pulling off the gas. We need to go out there and play just as hard as we did this half. For lack of a better phrase, we can’t go taking our eyes off the ball.”

The groan that emanated through the room at Robin’s cliché words would have been laughable in any other moment, but for Killian, his high production on the field today wasn’t the product of determination, but of anticipation. Right now, Emma was out there, watching in the stands as they played for a chance at the league’s title game, and he wanted to do her proud to be sure, but this wasn’t where the evening would end. After this game commenced, Killian had a night he hoped they would always remember planned out, and this waiting to get there was slowly eating away at him. To reassure himself he moved back to his allotted locker area, pulling from his jacket the little black box that held a token of his future.

The ring inside was one that meant more than money could buy. It was his grandmother’s ring, and it was one of the few mementos Killian had not only of her but of his mother as well. It had been her wish before she was sick that Killian should have it someday, and after keeping it safe for years, Liam had returned it a few weeks back when they’d made up again.

“I know now that doubting you was fruitless, brother,” Liam had said after meeting with Emma and apologizing for his part in their falling out. “You did as Mum always wanted. You let your heart lead you, and you found a good woman very worthy of your love.”

Killian could not possibly agree more, and with the Gold mess now behind them (the bastard had actually been denied bail, meaning he was sitting pretty in a jail cell) things with Emma had been at another level. The happiness he had known before seemed to eclipse itself, and though it was still soon – too soon by certain standards – Killian’s certainty in his love for Emma had only grown. This was an attachment and a bond that would not be going anywhere, and he felt a need to tell her this and to beg her to let them start their life together once and for all.

“Bet it feels like this game is taking forever,” David commented from beside Killian, pulling Killian from the reverie.

Killian noticed the team meeting was finished as his friend said the words. Robin had concluded whatever motivational speech he had in store while Killian was busy thinking of other things and his teammates were all preparing to return to the pitch. David, though, seemed just as unfazed by the game before them as Killian, instead turning his attention towards Killian’s plans, which he was already apprised of.

“Aye. I just want the blasted match to be done with.”

“I get that,” David said with a genuine tone before feigning a whisper. “But maybe don’t go yelling that in front of these guys. We haven’t all won world titles before.”

“Sorry, mate, I -,”

“No need to explain,” David said with a shake of his head. “You love her. I understand that more than you know.”

“So you and Mary Margaret then… it’s evolved to that so quickly?”

“Yup, and you better get on with proposing unless you want me to go first. I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”

Killian laughed at David’s bombastic statement as they headed out of the team room and back down the hall towards the field once more. His friend’s tone was so decided, so absolute, and to many other men it would seem crazy, but Killian could totally relate. He himself had been in love with Emma for what felt like forever, and that was obvious in everything he did. Even now, as he walked back out into the arena, his eyes immediately searched for her in the spot he knew she was sitting in. Only when he found her did he find any sort of real comfort, and when he saw that she was looking at him too he was lost. Damn if that woman wasn’t the most remarkable thing the world over. She was a treasure, and he had every intention of squaring this game away so he could remind of her that fact.

Luckily for Killian and his team, the second half proved just as fortuitous as the first. It was a runaway in the end, not so unlike a few other games they’d had this season, but as they arrived back in the team room the celebration was immediate and rowdy. Everyone was in the best spirits, but Killian’s impatience remained. He wanted to get going. He knew he had to stay for Robin’s speech and eventual toasting, but he tried to calculate in his head how soon he could depart and at what time he could sneak out.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” The question came from Graham and Killian turned to look at his friend who had the same knowing grin on his face that David had had before him. Killian was going to respond that he did, but that it had to wait, but then their coach stepped in with a surprising announcement.

“Indeed he does. He’s off to get the girl, though a word to the wise, I’d suggest you hit the showers first. I don’t know how romantic a night it’ll be if you show up pitch-fresh.”

Killian stopped himself before he could ask if Robin was sure. Truth be told, Killian didn’t want to risk anyone changing their mind. If they were saying he could run off and clean up quickly before heading out without consequence, then he was damn well going to do that. Grabbing his things as quickly as he could Killian thanked them both and wished them a good celebration before heading on his own merry way.

Within ten more minutes Killian was showered and ready to find his Swan, and much to his delight she was waiting for him too. Tiny, it seemed, had found her again during this game and she was waiting for him in the same place she had been at the first game she came to. It made Killian think of just how far they’d come to see her here again, but when she saw him watching her, Emma didn’t hold back this go around. Instead she walked right up to him and pulled him in for a kiss that stole his breath away.

“You were something else tonight,” Emma murmured when they pulled back. Her eyes were darker than they had been a minute ago, giving away the heat and desire she was feeling. It made Killian crave more, and his hands held her close despite their being out here in the open. Hell if he cared who saw them. His hope was that the whole bloody world would know they belonged together in just a matter of time.

“So I did you proud then, love?” he teased and Emma bit her lip, drawing his attention to her mouth once more.

“You could say that. Mostly you just made me want you though, and honestly I’m a little sad you didn’t come out in your uniform. I spent a good chunk of the game thinking about how you look in it…”

“Fuck,” Killian groaned, his head totally spinning out of control as he faced his Swan in full effect. She was deliberately trying to get a rise out of him, but he knew she meant the words too and he made a mental note to create a space for her to live out those dirtier fantasies of hers soon. “We’ve got to go, love, or we’ll never get out of here.”

“Go? I didn’t realize we had plans.”

“Oh we have plans alright,” Killian stated with finality before bringing her hands up to kiss one by one. “You trust me, don’t you Emma?”

“Always,” Emma agreed and Killian beamed back down at her before leading her out into the LA evening and towards a key step in their story that he couldn’t wait to get to.

…………….

Staring out the window of Killian’s car as they cruised down the 101, Emma felt a sense that she was exactly where she most needed to be.

So far her day had been wonderful. She’d woken up with Killian and got to spend the morning with him before he had to head to the stadium to prep for the game, and then she had the chance to go and see him in action. Her friends were all there, including Mary Margaret and Ruby (who were cheering along for their own guys, having both committed to David and Graham respectively) and Belle and Elsa. Since Elsa was there, Liam had also made an appearance. He was prone to showing up wherever Elsa was these days, and Emma loved to see the two of them at the start of what she knew would be a long-term romance. They were both so smitten and cute as could be, but Emma tonight had been totally focused on Killian.

In the time she and Killian had known each other, Emma had learned so much about this sport. She knew that certain things took so much skill and finesse, and though she’d loved seeing him play that first game, she had so much more appreciation this go around. Seeing Killian out there playing his heart out was riveting and amazing, and it was like everyone in the stadium knew they were witnessing greatness. Four goals for the night and three assists was a crazy number, and the footwork and the rhythm that he had, and that he inspired for his team was breathtaking. For Emma though, greatness didn’t end with the game. In fact, it seemed it was only beginning.

“You realize that before I started dating you I was actually well known for hating surprises, right?”

Killian’s chuckle filled the space around them as his hand came to take hers. The feeling when they touched was still dazzling, and though time had made it a familiar thing, Emma still marveled at the buzz it sent humming through her.

“I do realize that, Swan. But I am also fully aware that you happen to like my surprises, and I’m hoping this one will prove my best yet.”

Emma jokingly mumbled something about him being over the top, but the sentiment faded away when she saw where they pulled up. They’d been driving up the coast to Malibu for some time, but Killian just pulled up in front of a gated home that was truly remarkable. It sent a shiver of recollection through her, since the gates and the grand façade made Emma think of their first date, but this home was more modern and in turn just a little more vibrant. In truth, it was probably the most beautiful house Emma had ever seen, and as Killian drove up the driveway, Emma could already tell it would have the most breathtaking views of the water and the coastline.

Without more than a few words shared between them, Killian parked and opened her door, taking her hand and leading her into the house. On the inside Emma felt that despite it’s extravagant size, this house still felt like a home. It was warm in here, inviting and open and the space filled with promise. The sound of the waves that could be heard ever so slightly in the background soothed Emma almost as much as the feel of Killian’s hand in hers, and she found herself sighing a little, loving the calm that came so quickly when they were alone. She ended up following Killian through the whole place, thinking to herself that the owner of this house had exceptional taste, and that it was crazy how perfect the ambiance was. It was a beautiful blend of what her place looked like and what Killian’s had going for it (though clearly done at a much more expensive rate), and though Emma knew it was likely just another friend of Killian’s making a beautiful date possible for them, Emma couldn’t help thinking that a house like this might be truly ideal.

“I was hoping I could tempt you into dinner with me here, love,” Killian said after they’d walked around the first floor, seeing all the home had to offer on this level while heading towards their real destination. “But then I reasoned dinner wouldn’t be enough. So perhaps we could start with a walk on the beach. I think we’re only a few minutes away from sunset.”

“That sounds perfect.”

The look of happiness that Killian shared with her at her words touched Emma’s heart. He was so invested in her enjoyment and he always looked for her approval and what she wanted. That thoughtfulness was indescribably wonderful in her mind, and it was a fundamental part of this man who she loved so dearly. He was romantic and sweet, even if he had a charming and sometimes roughish way about him, and as Emma looked out at the open sea and the vibrant sunset that set against it, she leaned into Killian, cherishing his warmth and strength and presence.

“How do you keep doing this?” Emma asked. “How do you keep giving me so much and making me feel…” Her words trailed off. There was so much she always felt with him, it was almost impossible to describe.

“How do I make you feel, Emma?” Killian asked, bringing her face back up to look at him as he held her close. She studied his handsome features, made all the more gorgeous in the dwindling light, and then she confessed everything that she held in her heart.

“You make me feel like love will always be here and like it’s more than enough. I feel braver with you, surer in myself and in my future. I feel like anything’s possible, and like the happiness we’ve found isn’t going anywhere. At least not any time soon.”

Killian’s brilliant blue eyes shone bright with his own joy at hearing her words, and it made him even more irresistible. To have someone be so open and candid in their adoration of her was intoxicating, and Emma didn’t think she’d ever get enough of the sensations that came with knowing Killian loved her so deeply and so truly.

“If I had my way that happiness would never leave, Emma,” he claimed as his hand ran up her side, gently sending tingles through her whole entire being. “Tell me, Swan. What do you think of this place?”

“I think its paradise,” Emma admitted as she looked back around at the ocean and the house and this private strip of beach that came with it. “It’s like a little slice of heaven. I can’t believe how close it is to home.”

“About that… what if it was home?” It took a second but realization dawned on Emma.

“Oh my god, did you buy this? Are you moving here?”

“Only if you’ll move with me,” he said. Emma’s jaw dropped from the shock, though in the back of her mind a little voice told her that she’d known this was coming. It was only a matter of time before Killian made this move, but she nearly fell over as he made another one, dropping down to one knee right there in the sand.

“Killian, what are you doing?” She asked, even though she knew. She watched him pull a small black box from his pocket and Emma was certain that a ring was inside of it, but still her breath caught when she saw the band (and diamonds) in person.

“Call me old fashioned, or perhaps just terribly impatient, but I can’t help it dreaming of us being here together while my ring is on your finger.”

Emma felt tears welling up in her eyes. The emotion of the moment was overtaking her, but it was all good, so very very good. There was no fear or anxiety in her heart at all. She wasn’t scared of this future, in fact she’d been hoping for it for so long she wondered if she hadn’t wished this into happening. Still it felt too good to be true – how could this really be her life? How could any one person be so lucky?

“Emma Swan, from the moment we met, I knew I was in trouble. I was at risk of falling completely and irrevocably in love with you, and low and behold I did. This wasn’t what I thought I would happen. I never imagined that I could feel this way or know with this much certainty that you are the key to damn near everything, but here I am, love. I look at you and I see forever. I see a life worth living, a love that will not end, and a hope unlike any I have ever known. You bring everything to life, Emma. You make anything possible, but the only wish I have – the only one I’ll ever have – is to spend the rest of my days loving you and showing you just how much you mean to me. So with that being said. Emma Swan, will you -,”

“Wait,” Emma said, closing her eyes for a moment and gathering her courage to ask one last question. When she opened her eyes again Killian looked concerned, and he’d risen to his feet, coming to hold her again. He looked so worried, and she hadn’t meant to do that – but she had to just hash this one thing out before she said yes, which she was absolutely going to do.

“Emma?”

“I want to marry you – I will be marrying you,” she said, prompting Killian to exhale a breath and pull her closer, but she kept talking, not wanting him to get ahead of himself. “But I want to be sure that this is what you want. We don’t have to stay here, Killian. If your heart is back in England, we can make it work. This house is gorgeous –honestly it’s beyond perfect – but we can find happiness wherever life takes us, whether it’s here or not.”

“My heart is wherever you are, Emma,” Killian promised her as his hand came to cup her cheek and his smile returned to full brightness again. “And I signed the final contracts today. I’ll be staying on with Galaxy. I’ll be staying right here. Nay, we’ll be staying right here.”

“We will?”

“Aye, love.”

Their excitement propelled them towards a kiss Emma was dying for. It felt so good and so happy and so right, but before she could totally get swept away into her husband, and whatever his other plans were this evening, she felt she had one last thing to say.

“I think I kind of messed this up.”

“Not possible, Emma. You are by definition perfect.” Emma rolled her eyes, causing her fiancé (her fiancé!) to laugh again.

“Could you maybe… ask me again?”

“As you wish, love.” Killian dropped down on bended knee once more, looking up at her with nothing short of elation as he took this final step. “Emma. You know everything now. You know my heart and my wants and all I wish for you and I together. Will you please make me the happiest of men and agree to be my wife?”

Emma laughed at the way he said it, but her answer was still the same. Yes. A million times yes.

Her answer was more than satisfactory this time, and as soon as Killian slipped the diamond ring on her finger, he surprised her by sweeping her up into his arms and marching her right back onside into the house. He moved past everything they’d seen before, and the dinner was, for the moment, forgotten. Instead, Emma’s soon to be husband was on a mission, and it entailed him climbing up the stairs with her and getting her into a bed – their bed – to have his wicked way with her.

“I had all these ideas in my head, Emma,” Killian said gruffly as he stripped clothes she was wearing from her body, causing her pulse to pick up and her breathing to hitch.

“You did?” She asked, dazedly as he started removing his own clothes, distracting her with his toned physique and lust-filled gaze.

“Aye. I was going to take my time with you, drive you wild, spend hours pleasing you and only you. But I think that will have to wait. I don’t think I can keep my self control.”

“I don’t want you to,” Emma said as her hands ran across his chest and down his abdomen, coming to unbutton his jeans only to shove them down and reveal all of him to her. “I just want to feel you. All of you. Right now.”

Emma heard him say something that sounded an awful lot like ‘bloody minx’ but she was too distracted from his ministrations to her body. He was everywhere all at once, his mouth, his hands, everything over took her senses. She’d give into a kiss, only to feel the rough but smooth texture of his fingers tracing down her body to where she wanted them most of all. He teased her ever so lightly, bringing her closer to the edge that she had already been wandering towards, but before she could fall he changed tactics, scattering her thoughts and sending shivers down her spine. She was wrapped up in Killian on all fronts, but it wasn’t enough. It was a tease of what she wanted, only a taste of what was coming, but then he thrust inside her, filling her up and making her see stars and feel totally complete.

She couldn’t say how long they lasted, but his pace was perfect and the rhythm was designed for bliss. She fell over the edge, but he held on, wringing her out a second time and then a third before finally giving over. But even after they were both spent and panting for breath, Killian never let up. He held her close, protecting and worshipping her at the same time, and making Emma feel like she was the most important thing in the whole wide world.

“God I love you, Emma. I love you more than words can ever say.”

“I love you too,” Emma whispered. “Thus the whole marrying you thing.”

“You should know I’ve used up pretty much all of my patience, love. I don’t think I can wait much longer to make you mine.”

“So we won’t wait,” Emma said easily, both surprising and delighting Killian with her agreement. “Well we have to wait a little bit. You have to win the cup first, and then we can talk about getting married. I think we can figure something out before next season starts.”

“If I win the cup, can we get married sooner?” Killian asked, sounding almost like an eager boy instead of a slow and measured man in that moment. His excitement was infectious and Emma pretended to consider before yielding.

“How soon are you talking?”

“One month?” Killian asked hopefully. “I’ll take care of everything, love. I know you’re busy with work and your friends and the like. But I’ll move mountains for this. You’ll see.”

“Okay. If you win the cup, you can pick the day. As long as my friends are all there, I’m good.”

“Oh, you’ll be better than good, love. I can guarantee you that.”

And for the rest of the night Killian showed Emma just how much better than good things would be from now on. Because now that they had each other, there was no stopping the happiness that would come. It was a given, just as their love would be for the next, oh, sixty years or so.

Post-Note: Ooh girl I gotta say it had been too long since I wrote a proposal for an AU and it was so fun to do that for this one! It’s also an interesting proposition because the chapter lengths are so short for this story, but I have to say I think it was the right dose of fluff (though I will let you guys be the judges of that). As I said before there is one more chapter left and it will be the wedding. I also imagine I will get around to a flash-forward epilogue, but as I said that’s going to take a long time to get to. Anyway, thanks so much to all of you for reading, commenting, reviewing, and sending me messages. You’re all awesome and I appreciate you more than I can say! Hope you have a great rest of your weekend!

[defira85]

Swtor toons and hobbies

I was doing some brainstorming today trying to think about hobbies for one of my characters and realised I was sorely lacking in that department for a lot of my characters. So to that end, I wrote a stupid long list of characters and the things they do to waste time and indulge themselves

Ona’la

Endurance training, especially weights and long-distance running 

Parenting/baby-sitting/crechemaster duties at the academy PILE MORE BABIES ON HER SHE LOVES BABIES

She has a soft spot for action holoflix and romcoms. She likes things that have unquestionably happy endings

Is chocolate a hobby? Thexan says no, Ona’la says yes

Asmi

Gardening, a strange hobby for a carnivore, but it helped her recovery while living on Voss

She was trying to study for at least a Bachelor of Law after being assigned as attache to the Chancellor’s Office, but her various chronic illnesses made it very difficult. She was studying from home, but the workload was a lot to keep up with

Used to binge watch a lot of holoshows while she was bed-bound, has watched every season of Galactic House Hunters (yes, all one hundred and thirty-eight seasons). And yes, she loves watching those cringey old action flix that Felix loves 

Ellaz

SPORTSBALL. Surprising no one, Ellaz is a bit of a jock. Also, one of her brothers was a pro-racer for over two decades, and she was heavily into speeder sports as a result

Collects and builds model spaceships and speeders- another hobby she picked up from an older brother.

She and Aric are fans of crime procedurals. They yell at the screen and throw popcorn when the forensics lab in the shows offers completely implausible evidence about blasters and shrapnel in the murder case

Tahrin

Would you call it mixed martial arts? Whatever it is in a GFFA, Tahrin was extensively trained in every available saber style while locked in The Facility, and many of the more common fighting styles, and likes to practice in her private gyms. She likes to zone out while exercising

Meditating. Again, likes to zone out. Tahrin, do you not like being in your own head or something? 

She likes logic puzzles. Something she can sit and ponder for hours until the answer comes to her, something that tests the limits of her knowledge

Kallathe

Lana says she’s not allowed to say sex, what’s even the point Lana?

To the surprise of literally everyone who knows her, she likes strategy games, the harder the better. She’ll play against an AI opponent or another person, and despite her hotheaded nature, she is a masterful tactician. Again, to the surprise of literally everyone. 

She used to be a regular attendee in the front row at Dromund Kaas Fashion Week

Thessa

Reading, especially in bed, or in some kind of blanket cocoon on a rainy day. She will read anything, but has a particular interest in romance novels. They always have a happy ending. Also subscribed to numerous science journals specialising in xenobiology and xenochemistry

An art aficionado, she has a Patron Pass for the Dromund Kaas Imperial Museum of Art so that she can go year round whenever a new exhibit is unveiled  

Is tea a hobby? She likes to go to this particular Tea House in the Csillan Quarter near to where she and Vector and Arram live in Kaas City, it’s easy to lose an entire afternoon in there

Ysaine

Because of her years on Nar Shaddaa, she is inevitably a Huttball fan. Stans hard for the Djilka Dancers, an all women’s team

Involved in a lot of Women’s Support networks- for trans women, for veterans of the Great Galactic War, for domestic abuse survivors. Her services as a bounty hunter prior to the Great Hunt were almost exclusively in aiding women and children escape from bad situations, and she’s tried to follow through with making sure they’ve got networks to support them when they’re free

Enjoys a good raucous cantina. Drinking some beers with friends and watching the game and eating some greasy food and yelling a lot

Kol’aya

Long distance running, just likes to put her headphones on and start running and not stop until her legs are jelly 

Subscribed to a number of medical journals, specifically for neurosurgery and cybernetics but some general ones too

If pressed hard, she’d admit to enjoying sitting down with a beer and binging a couple of horror movies back to back, none of them scare her but she enjoys the genre

When she was younger, she used to enjoy clubbing, and going dancing until dawn

Xolani

Small scale gardening, like keeping small bonsai like plants in her home

Opera, and while she’s not a singer worthy of the stage, she does a worthy rendition of some of her favourites. Visited the Zakuulan theatre a lot during her time as the Lady of Sorrows

Crosswords and word puzzles

Bejah

R O B O T S. What’s that Nikos? Can I have that? Can I build that? I bet I can build that. Unconfirmed reports that she once built a Gree teleportation platform from scratch just from seeing them on Ilum 

M A R S H M A L L O W S. Do you know you can MAKE your OWN MARSHMALLOWS??? DO YOU KNOW MARSHMALLOWS HAVE LOTS OF DIFFERENT FLAVOURS??? 

She loves comic books, because the limited text and bright colours doesn’t make it too overwhelming for her to follow along with. If it’s particularly dense, she and Nikos will read it together. He does silly voices for all the characters. 

Pop music. She got to see Moon Room in concert for her 25th birthday and she cried

GLITTER AND BRIGHT COLOURED MAKEUP, she watches a lot of tutorials on HoloTube to get it right

Evie

Typical pub games- card games like pazaak and sabaac and ball games like billiards and pool

Computer games, especially arcade games 

Not much of a reader, but she’s great at mathematically minded things. She’s memorised the stats for her favourite Grav-ball team, and knows how to count cards, and plays things like Sudoku when she’s got nothing else on hand

She follows Grav-Ball religiously, has a tattoo of her favourite player’s number from the Terminosi Terrors

That’s not everyone obviously but it was all I could get done during work (oops, work?) so we’ll leave it there for now :D

[junker-town]

Illinois vs. Loyola-Chicago should be March Madness’ best game of the first weekend

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The Illini are a powerhouse, and the Ramblers aren’t your typical No. 8 seed. Here’s what to expect in the round of 32 matchup.

The state of Illinois isn’t used to seeing two of its college basketball teams meeting in the men’s NCAA tournament. It had only happened twice in history entering this year, most recently in 1984 when DePaul knocked off Illinois State on its way to the Sweet 16. In 2021, the thought amounted to something of a nightmare scenario heading into Selection Sunday that became realized when the bracket was announced.

The Illinois Fighting Illini, fresh off their first Big Ten tournament championship since 2005, would anchor the Midwest region as the No. 1 seed. The Loyola-Chicago Ramblers were listed one game below, taking a No. 8 seed into a matchup with Georgia Tech. If Loyola could get past the ACC tournament champion Yellow Jackets, it would be on a crash course to face the Illini in the round of 32.

Now it’s happening. After Illinois trounced Drexel, 78-49, and Loyola took out Georgia Tech, 71-60, in the opening round on Friday, the Illini and Ramblers are set to face off on Sunday at 12:10 pm. ET on CBS.

Illinois has rightfully been deemed one of the favorites to win the entire tournament, and will enter the game as a seven-point favorite in Vegas. Don’t let that spread fool you into discounting the Ramblers. Loyola went to the Final Four in 2018, and most of the numbers suggest this team is even stronger entering the tournament this year. There’s even a case to be made that the Ramblers are one of the more overqualified No. 8 seeds the field has seen in recent years.

Given the stakes on both sides, it doesn’t feel like a stretch to call this the biggest game in the history of college basketball in Illinois — or at least the biggest game since Loyola beat Illinois on its way to the 1963 national championship. Here’s what you need to know before the Ramblers and Illini face-off.

It’s a shame Illinois vs. Loyola is happening so early into March Madness

Maybe the NCAA just wanted to ensure that every TV between Rogers Park and Champaign would be tuned in to the same game. Maybe Loyola ending up as a No. 8 seed in the same region as the Illini happened all by chance. Whatever the reason, it counts as a bad break for both of these teams that they have to catch an opponent as strong as the other in the round of 32.

The beef here is with the Ramblers’ placement. Loyola entered the tournament as the No. 9 overall team in America in KenPom’s efficiency rankings, and placed No. 10 overall in the NET rankings, a tool created by the NCAA to help the Selection Committee seed the bracket. Somehow being favored by the NCAA’s own metric couldn’t help the Ramblers overcome the lack of quality opponents on their schedule after going 6-4 against Quad 1 and Quad 2 teams during the season and undefeated against everyone else. According to the full seed list, the committee doesn’t even think Loyola is the best No. 8 seed.

If you’re still not convinced that it’s a crime for this game to be happening in the round of 32, take it from Sister Jean:

“Probably nobody thinks it’s a fair bracket,” the 101-year-old nun from Loyola said. “It amazes me they put two Illinois schools against each other rather than support each other.”

In an alternate universe where Loyola gets Clemson’s No. 7 seed in the Midwest, a matchup between the Illini and Ramblers would have been a popular Elite Eight pick. Instead, the only thing the winner gets on Sunday is meeting with the winner of Oklahoma State vs. Oregon State in the Sweet 16, which means a possible date with the NBA’s future No. 1 overall draft pick Cade Cunningham.

Here’s how Illinois and Loyola matchup in the efficiency stats offered by KenPom. A few key takeaways:

Illinois wants to play fast. Increasing the tempo is always a good strategy for a favorite: the more possessions there are in a game, the more chances your talent advantage gets to show. Loyola, meanwhile, has been following the underdog’s formula for success all year: grind games to a halt and take away any quick-strike opportunities from the opponent.

Both of these teams have elite defenses. Loyola was ranked No. 1 overall entering the tournament before slipping a couple spots after their win against Georgia Tech. Illinois has also been a top-10 defense most of the year with a conservative drop scheme based around keeping everything in front of center Kofi Cockburn.

This likely won’t turn into a three-point fest. The Illini rank No. 320 out of 357 DI teams in three-point rate — the percentage of field goal attempts a team takes from three-point range. Loyola ranks only No. 173 in the same category. Instead of threes going up on every possession, the ones that do go up are going to feel like the difference between going home and staying in Indianapolis for another week.

How Illinois can beat Loyola

Gonzaga is the team that entered the NCAA tournament hoping to end the season as college basketball’s first undefeated national champion since Indiana in 1976, but there’s a case to be made that no team is hotter than the Illini right now.

Illinois has a pretty great setup. The Illini have a First Team All-American guard in Ayo Dosunmu to initiate the offense. They have perhaps the most hulking physical presence in the field at center in Cockburn. Around the two stars, there’s a group of players whose responsibilities fall into the 3-and-D mold (seniors Trent Frazier and Da’Monte Williams, junior Jacob Grandison, freshman Adam Miller), plus an electric freshman creator off the bench in Andre Curbelo.

The key for Illinois is always establishing Cockburn and keeping him out of foul trouble. The sophomore center has the sixth biggest diet of post-ups in college basketball, getting the ball on the block 7.7 times per game, which is roughly half of his possessions, per Synergy Sports. Cockburn averages one point per possession on post touches, which grades out as ‘excellent’ on Synergy and ranks in the 84th percentile in America. That Cockburn is unstoppable down low isn’t exactly breaking news after he waxed presumptive national player of the year Luka Garza in a Big Ten tournament matchup and put up double-figures in scoring in all but two games this year, but it’s worth noting none the less.

Illinois will want to get Dosunmu downhill attacking the basket in the pick-and-roll and on dribble handoffs. When that doesn’t work, it will let Curbelo try to create some magic as a ball handler and find the angles no one else can see.

It seems like a different player is stepping up as Illinois’ third scorer after Dosunmu and Cockburn every game, and they will need that trend to continue against the Ramblers.

How Loyola can beat Illinois

We already established that Loyola will want to slow the pace and limit possessions against a juggernaut like the Illini. Their best strategy might be attacking Cockburn defensively both in the post and in space, and seeing if that leads to some playmaking opportunities for Loyola’s own star center, Cameron Krutwig.

Krutwig doesn’t have the name recognition of Dosunmu and Cockburn, but he’s been one of the very best players in college hoops all year. The 6’9, 255-pound big man ranks No. 4 in KenPom’s Player of the Year standings (one spot behind Dosunmu), and entered the tournament top-10 in all-in-one stats like PER and BPM.

Krutwig is also a monster in the post, getting 43.5 percent of his possessions on the block and scoring in the 87th percentile on those opportunities. Unlike Cockburn who only has five assists all season, Krutwig is also an ultra-skilled passer. Look for Loyola to let him leverage his facilitating in the high-post and on the block to find cutters going to the basket and shooters dotting the three-point arc.

Fellow senior Lucas Williamson is worthy of co-star status. A tough 6’4 wing, Williamson won Missouri Valley Defensive Player of the Year this season and can turn up aggressive ball pressure when he wants to with an impressive 3.2 percent steal rate. Williamson will try to disrupt the Illini’s side-to-side ball movement and get out in transition for easy baskets, where he scores in the 88th percentile of America. In the halfcourt, look for Braden Norris and Keith Clemons to try to get loose for threes, and for reserve guard Marquise Kennedy to give Loyola some much needed dribble-penetration.

Krutwig and Williamson were both key contributors on Loyola’s Final Four team as freshmen. It’s fitting that they have their program back to the pinnacle with a shot to knock-off their heavily favored in-state rival as seniors.

Illinois vs. Loyola-Chicago time and TV channel

When: Sunday, March 21

Time: 12:10 p.m. ET or 11:10 a.m. CT for Illinois-based fans

TV: CBS

Read our features on Ayo Dosunmu and Cameron Krutwig

We interviewed both Dosunmu and Krutwig before the tournament. Check out our coverage here:

Ayo Dosunmu is the star Illini basketball always needed

Loyola-Chicago’s Cameron Krutwig on Final Four run, Sister Jean, and return to NCAA tournament

Also be sure to read The Champaign Room for continued coverage of the Illini, and Mid-Major Madness for coverage of Loyola.

Illinois vs. Loyola prediction in 2021 NCAA tournament

What’s not to love about this matchup? We have two top-10 teams in efficiency rankings with two of the best defenses in college basketball. We have two of the best big men in the sport staring each other down. We have the Morgan Park-grad Dosunmu as the Chicago-bred star who finally chose the Illini and made good on his promise. We have Whitney Young-grad Williamson who was ignored by high majors like the Illini but now gets the chance to upset them.

I already went on the record saying that if these two teams played a best-of-seven series, I’d take Illinois in six games. What does that mean for a head-to-head meeting in a single elimination tournament?

We’ll take Illinois to win the game, but Loyola to cover the seven-point spread.

Cockburn is the swing factor here. For as great as Krutwig is, Cockburn feels like college basketball’s biggest mismatch problem right now. There isn’t another player in America who can match his combination of size, strength, and finishing touch. If Loyola can get Cockburn in foul trouble, they’ll have a chance to pull the upset. Otherwise, we see the Illini sneaking by in a close game.