#*poses dramatically*

Flight of the Albatross - Chapter 10: Just a Trim

Fandom: One Piece

Contents: isekai, found family, world building, slow burn, comedy/drama, developing friendships, pirates

Summary: Be Leith: secretly the most awkward motherfucker on the planet, who's also maybe, probably, most definitely haunted…

Excerpt:

She chuffed at that, letting him work on leveling the grade between the back of her head and the longer hair closer to her chin; the scissor blades carefully shadowing the curve of her jaw line. A muscle in her cheek twinged in response. “Eccentric? You? On this ship?” She thought of the other members of the crew—specifically their chronic arsonist of a captain—and let out an amused chortle. “Gee, and the sky is blue.”

My brain: country roads, take me home

Me: oh fuck I love this song

((OOC: Thank you, that’s sweet of you! I do hope though, that TT’s post yesterday/today has shown you that things are never ‘pure and true and wonderful’, and that if you want a relationship to be successful, you have to work at it. Don’t listen to rom-coms and bullshit in TV shows, because real life just isn’t so rose-tinted. Don’t be envious, especially of people whose lives you don’t see “offstage”. Everyone has their baggage and issues and strengths and weaknesses.

That being said. A few people have made small comments that I’m sure are jokes, but I want to be very clear that although it took a while before TT and I became official, it doesn’t mean they’ve put me through anything upsetting or hurtful. 

TT is wonderful, and our open communication has meant that our relationship is always an honest conversation, and we listen to each other and understand each other. Regardless of what our relationship status was, TT always showed me how they felt, and made me feel secure and happy in all the ways that matter.

it had been a few years since he’d lived in a country where he was unfamiliar with the language. it was his father’s tongue, and so he could understand most of what was said to him, write japanese exceptionally, but had trouble communicating himself. it wasn’t saying much, considering how reluctantly he spoke any other time.

the only route to his apartment he’d successfully managed to memorise curled around the back of his campus, allowing him to pass a dying garden on the way out from school. he’d taken note of it many times after the first, where he’d looked down from map instructions on his phone. he’d even made a clumsy inquiry about them to a member of staff, who said that the custodian in charge of the grounds had been sick for some time, and the replacements had other parts of the campus to take care of. it had piqued his interest, having never worked with some of the flowers there.

ren dropped his pack onto the ground, pressing his hands onto the packed soil. the slow transfer of magic felt like decompressing, like he was letting all the air out of his lungs. his gaze was fixated on the flowers, soil darkening, watching the greenery rise and petals bloom with colour. when he was finished he dusted off his hands, picking up his backpack just in time to see he’d actually had an audience, eyes widening in panic.          @fragilefated