Whumptober Day 17: Shipwrecked
Whumptober Day 17: Shipwrecked
Abandon Ship
The storm is so powerful Kohane is sure it will blow her off the deck and out to sea. She shouldn’t be out of her cabin, what does she know about sailing a pirate ship through a storm, but she heard An screaming, and can’t just leave her to do nothing.
Minori felt the same, clearly, because she follows Kohane up from below deck and immediately runs over to Kiritani, the first mate, and helps grab onto one of the ropes before it snaps.
An is holding onto the steering wheel of the ship trying to keep it from capsizing against the waves.
“An!” Kohane yells, dodging flying ropes and debris to get to her. As she gets closer, she sees An’s right arm has gone limp and she’s trying to hold the steering wheel with her left.
“Get outta here, Princess!” An says. “I’ve got it!”
Another wave crashes into the ship, causing the wheel to slip from An’s grip, and Kohane quickly grabs it and tries to force it backwards with all her might.
An grabs the top and manages to right the ship.
“I-I want to help!” Kohane gasps, salty water filling her mouth the moment she says anything. “Let me!”
She locks eyes with An, who nods. “Alright, be my extra pair of hands, there’s an island not far from here, we’re gonna try and dock the ship there and wait out the storm.”
Kohane nods, helping An steer through the Vivid through the choppy waters, quickly becoming completely soaked.
“Uncle, I dunno what you’re so pissed at, but let! Us! Through!” An shouts. She gives Koghane a nod, and with one last giant shove, they get the ship through one last gigantic wave before practically crashing into the small dock of an island.
The ship is finally still, but the storm is still whipping around.
“Ok, everyone off ship! We’re heading inside!” An shouts, and the rest of the crew clambers down over the sides of the ship, helping the injured as best as they can to get to the single large house on the island.
Minori runs over to Kohane, scoops her up, and jumps over the side of the ship. First Mate Kiritani helps An, and they all head to the house.
An knocks, and a woman with orange hair opens it. “An-chan!”
“Hey, Yoka-san,” An says. “Sorry for dropping in, but we needed someplace drier.”
“No need to apologize,” Yoka-san says, “come in.”
Kohane had been worried that the ship’s crew would be too much for the small living room, but they fit in fine.
Apparently, Yoka-san’s son, Arata, and his husband, Souma, had been members of The Vivid when An’s dad was captain, so they were more than happy to put them up for the duration of the storm.
“What’s got your Uncle in a twist today?” Arata asks as he helps reset An’s dislocated shoulder.
“Oh who knows,” An says. “Maybe he’s just moody.”
“Your… uncle?” Kohane asks, taking a small sip of the tea Yoka-san brought.
“Ah, I guess you’ll find out soon,” An says. “But yeah, I’m a siren. We all call the God of the Seas ‘Uncle.’”
“A siren who runs her own pirate ship?” Minori asks.
“Is it odd?”
“No, more like amazing!” Minori says. “Haruka, are you a siren too?”
Kiritani laughs. “No, just a regular human pirate.”
“And you’re still the first mate? Cool!”
“Of course,” An says. “Haruka’s been my best friend since we were little, she was my only choice for first mate.”
“Yeah, what would you have done if I had taken that job as a court singer back home?”
“Well, I’d have to tell my dad why his ship was destroyed.”
“And, you two,” Souma asks. “Are you the newest members of the crew?”
Kohane shakes her head. “No, we’re travelers. An was willing to give us a ride to the nearest kingdom across the ocean, and from there we were going to travel by ourselves, see new things.”
“Oh, is that all you wanted to do?” An asks. “That’s a shame, because if you really want to see new things, you could join us. We sail all over, doing all kinds of jobs. Meet all kinds of people.”
Kohane’s eyes widen. “R-really? But I have no experience… I mean Minori and I were going to find someplace to settle down and open an inn…” Kohane looks to Minori, to be sure that accepting the offer wouldn’t mean consigning her to a life at sea she doesn’t want, but Minori’s staring at Kiritani with sparkling eyes.”
“Once the storm dies down, I’ll ask some of my cousins to help float us back to a proper port,” An says. “Then we can do repairs, take jobs, and if you’re interested, maybe you’ll stay with us?”
“Y-yes,” Kohane says. “I’d love that.”
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I am aware most of you people follow me for Project SEKAI, and I know I haven’t been posting SEKAI recently, but I did just organize all the Aoyagi-Tenma Family and Kamui/Shosuke fics
Note: The Aoyagi-Tenma family collection is only fics that are centered around them, if they’re just side characters the fic is not in the collection.
Aoyagi-Tenma Family
The Misadventures of Kamui Aoyagi and Shosuke Otori
Take my Pegoryu songfic where Ren pines at 3 am and refuses to confess to Ryuji.
you have to be your OC's number one otaku because if you dont who will
Fic prompts
“Your hair is really soft after you wash it.”
“Are you blushing?”
“I missed you so much.”
“I’ll keep you warm.”
“Come here. Sit down and tell me what’s going on.”
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous ?”
“Hey, I’m with you okay?”
“C’mere. You can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”
“No no, it’s okay. Come here.”
“Are you wearing my shirt?”
“You are ridiculously comfortable.”
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“Can you read to me?”
“You bought me flowers?”
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“I can’t reach it.”
“Stay, please.”
“Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment?”
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“You did what?”
“I didn’t know you could sing?”
“Can I sit on your lap?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
“Hey hey, it’s just me.”
“How drunk was I?”
“Where does it hurt?”
“Hey, just look at me, breath.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Please, look at me.”
“I can’t sleep.”
“Why are you so stubborn?”
“You promised…”
“Please don’t let me fall.”
I think I know already cuz she's ur icon but,,, Saki for the ask game?
Hehehe
**For context, when I say she doesn’t get bullied enough, I mean that canon has completely forgotten that she’s chronically ill at this point and I need the game to realize that if she’s that severely messed up she probably can’t be training for a week straight she WILL pass out
“would you come to my funeral?” + narumitsu
"I'm going to write something short," I say, and then come out with nearly 1300 words of Angst. But this really was the perfect line for some good angst, and so I hope you like it! (and please excuse any typos, I very much have not done any editing here)
Thanks, Sparrow! :)
Send me a randomly-generated line of dialogue and some characters, and I'll write a (relatively) short fic!
............
It’s raining. That’s the thing that Phoenix notices, first—the way the water collects on the pane-glass of the window, the office dark and silent otherwise.
How long has he been in the building for the weather to have changed so drastically? How long did it take to extricate himself from the aftermath of the trial, to escape the celebrations and cheer once he’d noticed the conspicuous absence where someone should have been?
Long enough for the cup of tea abandoned on the desk to have gone stone-cold, he realizes, when he presses his fingers gently against the side of the delicate china vessel. Long enough that Miles Edgeworth might be long gone by now, and he’d have to ride his bicycle home in the storm, without even getting a chance to check in with his oldest friend.
Motion, from the corner of his eye, and Phoenix swings around to a previously unexamined corner of the room, in the shadow of the vibrant pink sofa and the framed jacket on the wall. A hiding place, of sorts, and for half a second he feels the chill of adrenaline through his veins as he wonders if he’s about to be attacked in Edgeworth’s office, victim of a trap planted for the prosecutor and not for him.
But he relaxes, as much as is possible, when he recognizes the figure slumped against the wall by his distinctive cravat, his steel-grey hair. Miles Edgeworth, looking distinctly miserable, but Phoenix will take it if it means he’s here.
“Of course you’d manage to find me,” the man grumbles, and Phoenix laughs, awkwardly.
“Well, you know what they say about defense attorneys,” he jokes, hand combing through the hair on the back of his neck. “Always sticking our noses where they don’t belong.”
Miles huffs, as though he can’t be bothered to dignify that with a response. With some trepidation, Phoenix moves closer, kneels next to him, attempts to put himself on a level with the prosecutor. He doesn’t quite reach out, the way he so desperately wants to, because he’s never quite sure where exactly he stands with Edgeworth, these days. He’d hoped, that since they’d cleared up the history behind the DL-6 incident, that they would have properly reconnected, but…
Well. It’s unfortunate that they only ever seem to see each other at opposing ends of the courtroom, or so it seems.
But Edgeworth looks so downtrodden that Phoenix can’t help but want to help him, and so he crosses his legs and leans against the wall, nearly casually, and risks his life to ask his next question:
“What’s the matter? Why aren’t you out with everyone else, celebrating a job well done?”
“Wright. Really?”
“Well, yeah, maybe it didn’t turn out quite as well as it could have, but...we’re still a step closer to fixing the justice system, aren’t we? Sure, the Chief Prosecutor’s….in jail, and the Police Chief is...alsoin jail, but--”
“Wright, I’m going to stop you before you can jam your foot even further in your mouth than it already is.”
“That’s...probably a good idea, yeah.”
They pause, for a moment, listening to the wind and the raindrops against the window. A distant lightning strike illuminates the office, and Phoenix is reminded of quite how high up they are.
“Would you come to my funeral?” Edgeworth asks, apropos of nothing, and Phoenix’s head whips around almost faster than he can process the words.
“Your—Miles, what are you--” He can’t form a full sentence, finding his mind blank even at the prospect. Edgeworth sighs, deeply, and leans his head back against the wall, eyes closed.
“My funeral, Wright, it’s not that difficult of a question. At such a time as I perish, whether through natural or unnatural means, would you attend the event that I assume someone would inevitably arrange for honoring my memory or other such tripe.”
Phoenix is still stuck processing, the very prospect of Edgeworth and death and funerals all sparking associations he’d rather not think too hard about, calling to mind the ceremony they’d had for Mia not even six months ago—and, even earlier, the image of a far younger Miles Edgeworth in a black suit, surrounded by arrangements of lilies and with an unreadable expression.
“I—well, in a purely hypothetical scenario, because you aren’t going to have a funeral anytime soon—in that case, of course I would come to your funeral, Miles, what do you take me for?”
“Truthfully, I don’t know. I’m not—” and Edgeworth pauses, clutching at the fabric of his sleeve as he averts his gaze to the opposite corner of the room. “I’m not exactly a paradigm of innocence, and your reputation for...well…”
“Are you still trying to say that you’re guilty when we’ve proven that time and time again to be untrue? Miles, c’mon, that’s bullshit. And—my reputation?What, do you think I’d even care, if you were—”
“Wright, surely you’re not that much in denial. I’m as much guilty of evidence tampering as Lana Skye. And worse—you know the tactics us prosecutors employ. I did not gain the name Demon Prosecutor for nothing. I’m not—you shouldn’t even associate with me.”
Phoenix frowns, eyebrows furrowing. He’s clenching his hands into fists, he realizes, as he takes a deep breath and focuses on trying to have this discussion rationally, as much as possible.
“Miles Edgeworth, you can’t blame yourself for doing as you were taught. You were only a child, you should have been able to trust your mentor figures—it wasn’t on you to be able to construct a detailed critique of the legal system! And you think that I wouldn’t associate with you because of that? I guess…” he swallows, looking away from the prosecutor. “I guess you don’t know me as well as I thought you did, then.”
The silence is almost tangible, as they let Phoenix’s words sink in, settle around them in the dark office. In his mind, Phoenix begins to count the seconds that it’s taking Edgeworth to answer—one, two, three…
“I suppose I don’t,” he finally supplies, and that’s it, then, the kind of sentence you don’t continue a conversation from. It’s not the only thing he seems to want to say, Phoenix notes, but it’s the only thing he vocalizes, letting the sound of the rain fill in the empty spaces.
Phoenix breathes out, slowly, and stands up. His knees pop as he does, tiny cracking noises competing with the rumble of thunder from outside.
He looks over his shoulder, and Edgeworth’s still on the ground, avoiding eye contact. It’s not like he wants to leave, but…
Maybe Miles just needs some time alone. He seems to have a lot on his mind, and Phoenix probably isn’t helping by bothering him with conversation.
He lets himself out of the office, vowing to himself that he’ll check back in tomorrow morning, when the rainstorm’s let up and the world’s back to normal. He isn’t going to let Edgeworth wallow in his thoughts for too long, at least.
Overnight, the rain fades to nothing, clouds making way for soft sunshine, promising bright blue skies for the day and uncharacteristically warm weather for February. Miles Edgeworth’s office window lets in the sunlight, where it illuminates the grand desk and the items on top of it. In turn, the light falls on a pen, a nameplate, a lamp.
A teacup, still half-full from the night before. And…
A note, with one single line of neat cursive penned in the middle of the crisp, textured paper:
Miles Edgeworth Chooses Death
1, 6, and 16!
1. Who’s the Blorbo that you've never posted about on your blog?
Hm, that’s a hard one, but I think it would have to be Shayla and Merrick from Power Rangers: Wild Force? They just became my Blorbos a few days ago so like. Haven’t had a chance to post about them.
6. If you could talk to your Blorbo, what would you say to them?
I made a wheel of blorbos for this and it landed on Ichika so…
Oh my god, I’m your biggest fan! Could I have your autograph? Your music is so great!
Also please get therapy for everything you went through in your childhood.
16. Is your Blorbo canonically alive?
Weirdly enough, I can’t think of a single like. Main blorbo of mine that’s canonically dead unless it’s a straight up OC. So yes, most of them are.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Genei Ibun Roku #FE | Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akagi Touma & Aoi Itsuki, Akagi Touma & Oribe Tsubasa, Aoi Itsuki & Oribe Tsubasa Characters: Akagi Touma, Aoi Itsuki, Oribe Tsubasa, Niijima Makoto, Kurono Kiria Additional Tags: Makoto and Kiria are like. Only in one line Series: Part 2 of A Lord regrets his life choices Summary:
The prequel to “A Thief and a Lord steal a car”
Itsuki never learned his lesson, because this has happened once before. With Touma Akagi, certified Flash Bastard.
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