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[ethereal-feline]

Witches, Demons, and Heroes!

Chapter 13 "Never A Dull Moment" is now up! A little breather after all the craziness of Round 1 with Belos, but come on. Its the Boiling Isles. Its THESE TWO and their collective brain cell. There's always something 😂

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55063228/chapters/159318370

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@tropetember #6: highschool au

camerashipping ☆ outlast ☆ religion critical ☆ school critical ☆ first kiss ☆ waylon park/miles upshur ☆ implied csa ☆ explosions ☆ be gay do crime and read it on ao3!

Light of the World

'That's the most disgusting thing I've heard in my life.'

'I know! Mate, I knew Loutermilch gave me the creeps, but...' Miles cut off, making a gagging face. 'It wasn't even him who got the nonce jokes right? It was father Sullivan.'

'For all I know it might be all of them.'

As soon as he said it, the idea made a shiver go through Waylon's spine, prompting Miles to wrap his leavers jumper around him. He gave him a grateful smile. The weather wasn't cold enough that he felt he was imposing and, on the other hand, it was a comforting weight; what with what he'd just learned about that kid's death. The kid.

'Wait, how's Lynn taking it?'

'Better, now that she knows she didn't do it to herself. Angry as all hell, but better.' He flicked his cigarette into the football field. 'Now, Blake - her friend, he found her- is a different thing.'

'Found her? Yeah, I'd imagine.'

'It's not just that, he went along with Loutermilch's story until Lynn managed to get the truth from him. Now he feels guilty.'

Waylon hummed, a small smile managing it's way through his face. He knew Miles sister, who was simply unfamiliar with the concept of not getting her way. 'And didn't she say something?'

'Sure she did. Dragged Blake along and, when their homeroom teacher didn't listen, she camped outside the headteacher's office.'

'Reckon old Matthews wasn't thrilled about that.'

Miles started pacing, angrily. 'That senile old bastard. All understanding; of course it's hard to lose a friend, he said, but no reason to make up stories. He threatened to write her up for cutting class!' He lit another cigarette. 'Then she tried speaking with that counseling nun, yes? Well she said the official version was already out there.'

'Give me a cigarette.'

Miles arched a brow at this, but stopped his pacing to light it for him, eyes lingering on his friend's mouth as he took a drag. When he spoke, his words had lost their heat. 'How I wish they'd all burn.'

'We could burn them.' Waylon offered, stopping to cough at the smoke before continuing. 'We should burn them.'

Miles looked at him like he'd never seen him before. 'What do you mean?'

'I think we should make a bomb.'

🔥

'Are you sure this is gonna work?'

'Early admission to Berkeley, hello? It's gonna work.'

Miles swatted his head jokingly, getting a handful of crisps thrown at his face for his trouble. 'I'm so lucky to have a computer nerd for my best friend.'

'As am I that you're uncannily good at chemistry for someone that skipped half the classes.'

'Hey, if this works we'll all graduate by default anyway, won't we?'

'When this works.'

'Right.'

Evening was just setting in when Waylon got into the security camera in the gym where the PTA night was bound to start later that night. With baited breath, the lads watched as the staff poured in, readying everything.

'Are you sure he'll be there?'

It was Miles turn to sigh this time. 'How many years I've been forging your excuses? The old man will be there, I guarantee it.' He ate some crisps and continued. 'Made it look all official, lightly threatening.'

Waylon changed to the window showing the final draft of the letter they'd sent Jessica's father, asking him to arrive to the meeting before the other parents, going over it until Miles made him change back to the cameras. It was boring work but, leaning against each other in the abandoned observatory, neither minded that much. The building was old and unstable, but that never stopped couples to go there to make out so they figured it was a good enough place to watch the destruction from a distance.

'There he is! That's him!'

For a moment, they just looked at each other, at the Voip call waiting to be placed in the screen. Waylon got up, carrying the laptop, walked to the edge to have a better final view of St Sybil. The anticipation was like an electric current going through him. He sighed when Miles' hand came to rest against this small of his back. It felt familiar, even though he had never done something like that before.

'Together?' He asked. Miles nodded, and they hit enter, eyes fixated in the building as the gym area started crumbling into itself.

'YES! Yes! It worked!'

Waylon hadn't realised how much he'd loathed that school until its destruction was underway. Until he had Miles jumping by his side, cheering and laughing, with too much joy to be held inside. He, however, didn't cheer, didn't jump. With an exhilarated breath he let the computer fall to the ground, arms busy wrapping around his friend's neck, pressing an euphoric kiss against his lips. Miles, startled, laughed into the kiss but held him closer all the same, hiding his face against his neck. 'We did it, Way, it worked!'

Waylon held him there, a hand running through his hair, heart racing with Miles arms around his waist, as he let their victory wash over him in waves now, rather than the tsunami Miles was.

'Oh my gosh.'

They jumped at that, not breaking their embrace, but turning to the small figures looking on from the trapdoor.

'Lynn?' Miles' voice was bewildered, but still older brother enough that she climbed through, followed by Blake. 'What are you two doing here?'

The boy looked embarrassed, but Lynn merely stomped her foot. 'He' She pointed accusatorily at Blake 'Told me you guys were dating, and...'

'I asked if they were!'

'Whatever.'

'So you decided to make a bet out...' Blake insisted.

'Sellout!'

Waylon giggled at that, unable to hold back, considering. Miles gave him a dramatic look of betrayal before he moved apart to manage sister down, leaving him to this sort of hysteria by himself. Miles incensed speech was, however, cut short by Blake, who'd wandered along and was now holding the laptop, staring out of the building.

'Is that our school?'

Lynn was happy for the excuse to stop listening to her brother and ran up to him, turned around, mouth agape and eyes wild. 'Well, is it?'

Miles was, for once in his life, speechless; so Waylon pulled himself together, sort of. Still grinning like a maniac he threw his arms around. 'Surprise?'

Lynn's delighted squeal, her air punches, had him rolling his eyes. Of course she was Miles sister. She clapped Blake on the shoulder. 'Classes are cancelled tomorrow!'

This got a small laugh out of him, which had Lynn continue to list the good news they cannot flunk us on English now until they were both chuckling and voting for which classrooms would better be caught in the explosion while Miles and Waylon exchanged an amused look. The latter's watch beeped on the hour, which had him give Waylon's hand a squeeze before turning to the kids, toying with his keys.

'Alright now, who wants to get Sonic?'

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[charlierejouis]

Quick Notes: Chapter 134

Let’s go!

Wait, Couchpo’s actually helping Rebecca? I didn’t think that would actually happen.

I wasn’t expecting something like the search for more relics to be pushed into the background. I hope this isn’t a regular thing.

“There is no end to training!!“ Ain’t that the truth.

Hey look, Witch wants to leave the Aoi Cosmos. It would be a shame if something happened here they’d have to take care of.

“I can hardly believe you’re an android.” Sister briefly forgets one of the big themes of this series.

Oh dear, she carved EZ into her B-Cube? Like the one in chapter 4? I’m constantly worried by the dark elements of this series. How will Mashima torture us?

I don’t know which is weirder, seeing Shura dressed up or seeing Shura saying everything he’s saying with a straight face?

We know Shura’s a villain because, despite everything he’s done up to this point, he’s willing to kill innocent robots.

You have to remember the significance of Hermit saying that they plan to kill innocent androids. That’s a huge part of her backstory.

It’s weird seeing Ziggy and Shura playing fourth dimensional chess while the EZ Crew is on the same level as the rest of us, not knowing what’s really going on.

See you!

[chysgoda]

Scrollwork and Gladiolus

Prompt 27: Palaver

FFXIV Write 2019

Word Count: 437

Rating: G

It had been four weeks since they had returned from Mount Glug. Four weeks that Ardbert had watched the palaver of red and gold thread spread over the black cuffs of what would be a pair of dress gloves. An intricate mess of scroll work and gladiolus that he had seen Melisande working on since she and Art’imis arrived on the First. Art’imis teased her wife regularly about how long the gloves were taking.

Now she wasn’t awake for Melisande to crow about her victory.

He watched from where he stood by the window. Melisande pulled the last stitch into place and tied it off. She set the finished glove on the nightstand with its mate. Her eyes drifted to the bed and its single occupant. Art’imis had not moved since her fever finally broke a week after Vauthry’s defeat. Melisande gently traced the scales on the bridge of her wife’s nose with an absent minded affection. Her frown spoke of the change the Light had wrought there. Where once there was the luster of rich ivory with all of its subtle color and texture now there was the dull gleam of hammered gold.

Ardbert cleared his throat. Melisande glanced up and he was thankful she was no longer openly hostile to him. He swallowed uselessly before speaking, “You should go stretch your legs and get some air. I’ll keep her company.”

The dragoon glanced back down at her wife and then to the door. She’d hardly spoken more than the Paladin in the last few weeks. Only Y’Shtola, Lyna, and Alisaie had managed to get more than single word answers from the woman. She frowned and carded her fingers through Art’imis’ hair which had gone white as cracked ice, though the blood red highlights had not bleached out. It made for a striking and ghastly combination.

“I’ll tattle to your sorceress friend that you aren’t following orders either.” Ardbert tried to chastise, “Or at least I’ll try to.”

Melisande barked a surprised laugh. She bent over to quickly rub her cheek against her beloved’s horn in the same gesture he’d seen Art’imis use when giving comfort or affection. Melisande stood and grimaced at the cracking in her spine. She nodded to the shade of a Warrior and quietly left. Ardbert sighed in relief when the door closed behind the other warrior. If he didn’t keep figuring out ways to coax the woman into taking care of herself Art’imis would have his head when she woke.

When, he told himself and forced himself to turn his back on more than a century of bitterness. When not if.

AN: not my best or favorite but I’m surviving on saltines and failing all my basic touch actions sooo yea.

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@jaspvid-week Day 2!

[ethereal-feline]

Witches, Demons, and Heroes!

Chapter 12 "Escapism" is now up! Eda's been captured, its up to Luz and Izuku to save her!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55063228/chapters/156695653