#fanwriting

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82604816

You hurridly rushed to school,wearing on your knee-high socks with your black leathered shoes.The light reflected of the glossy shine of your smooth oxfords shoes.The strap across the top of your foot with patent leather gave it a cute glossy pop.

"[Your name]!!!!Dont forget,your homeroom is on level 3,room 3b!!!Your mother reminded.

"Course i wont!!!"You beamed,shoving the bread into you mouth,biting at the crust of it.

You hurridly snatched your phone off the table,with that stupidly adorably purple phone charm-which had designs of flowers and cute bunnies.You rushed out and locked the door behind you,making your way to the bustop.

It was your first day-well technucally you had just jioned the school mid-term,so you didnt really know anyone,not even where you classroom was located.

"I hope my classmates are friendly!!!"you beamed,before immediatly shutting your mouth at others stares...

You couldnt help but remember,the reason you'd changed schools was because you couldnt really make friends due to your 'weirdness'.You silently vowed to make more friends-than the 3 that you had in your past school.

After getting onto the bus and playing your phone,while you waited for the bus to reach the stop.

You checked your phone,6:45am you were early-extremly,in fact you classes only started at 8am.You made your way to the school,rushing to find where the entrance was.You made a sharp turn-crashing into the back of someone.

"Scheiße!..Watch it!!!"

You looked up,rubbing your forehead where his shoulder had hit."ah,sorry my bad!i really didnt mean too-"your jaw slacked-eyes widened at the sight of him."

His hair was a bold two toned mullet,with golden-blonde hair,cascading into a bright blue dye.He turned back,his two blue rat tails whipped back as he turned to face you.His front hair was choppy and layered,framing his godly looking face.

"Ugh,you made me spill my cola,shortass."He groaned,his sharp blue eyes looked you up and down,while his red eyeliner(tattoo) only highlighted those mesmerising eyes.

You immediatly snapped out of it,you stumbled over your words "I-i..u-uhm..i don't.."

He raised his perfectly shaped brow,his blue rose tatoo snaking up his arm to his neck was too damn rebelious for a godly looking being like him.

"Can you tell me where the entrance gate is!?!"you blurted out without a second thought.

He stared at you baffled by your sudden change of topic-while you were speechless by your own outburst.

A moment of silence passed.

"That way."he said,pointing to his left,with the most judging face ever.

"Thanks" you muttered-embarrased enough as you made your way to the school entrance."god,im such a mess..."you mumered as you stifly strutted.

"Weirdo."He muttered under his breath,watching your retreating figure.His friend caught up to him,"kaiser!?..i lost you for a second!Where were you"he huffed.Kaiser turned back,face blank as ever before he spoke."i met some weirdo girl,she asked where the gate was.thats all ness."

"Weirdo?thats a little odd to say..also,your shirts stained."ness commented cluelessly.

"wait.THAT SHORTASS DIDNT APOLOGISE FOR RUINING MY SHIRT!"

A can crushed under his grip.

Meanwhile...

"Wait,he called me a shortass?..im 165cm!?IM TALL FOR MY GENDER!!"You muttered to yourself-better late than never realising the insult.

At the gate,you handed your student card to the security guard,the guard stared at your attire.your white blouse that covered till your wrist,tucked neatly into a high waisted skirt with soft pleats,hovering above your knees,the black wasnt to dark,like a lighter shade of black that bordered between soft and sharp.

The old guard smiled and nodded,giving you back your card and opening the door for you.

You thanked him and made your way to class,your phone charm clinked softly as you walked to class.

Your shoes clicked softly against the beigh tiles of the floor.

'Click,clack,clack'

The noise trailed behind you as you opened the classroom door shyly,the rows of seats and tables.The tables were meant for multiple people to share,while students chattered happily.

You hesitantly approached a nice looking guy,dark blue hair and big moe blue eyes stared back at you.

"You must be new,im yoichi isagi!!But you can call me isagi or..any other nicknames!"He beamed,his little ahoge made him seem even cuter.

"Is this seat taken?-"before you even finished he replied,"no,its not!!"he beamed,making your heart race with joy-finally someone friendly!!!!

You placed your bag on the floor,sitting down beside him excitedly."im [your name]!!nice to meet you,isagi!!"you beamed as you propped your face with your hand.

"You must be the new student!"isagi perked from his seat,like an friendly dog hearing people were coming over to become his friend.

The door slammed open at 7:45am,in came kaiser and ness,kaiser walked in like he owned the room,while ness followed behind.

"Ick.watch out for those clowns."isagi groaned."the one with the stupid blue tips is kaiser,dude calls himself 'gods chosen emporer' on the field"he said mimicking kaiser saying it.

He pointed at ness-the dirty blonde with pink tipped ends,whos hair curled like magic spells."thats ness,hes kaisers loyal dog-nice guy if you dont talk shit about kaiser"he remarked.

You nodded absent-mindly,noting it down in your head,the one who glared at you this morning was kaiser,and the dude with the smile was ness.

Kaiser scanned the room-locking eyes with you in the process,while ness put down his bag at the back row.Kaiser strutted over to you,he leaned down just enough to lock eyes with you.

"You still havent apologised for spilling my cola on me,you shortass."he spat out."im sorry"you blurted out as you kept staring at how damn majestic this man was.

"Sorry?thats amusing-"

"Michael kaiser,please return to your seat."the teacher interupted,rolling her eyes at him.

He let out a long sigh,before dagging himself back to the back row of his seat,dropping his bag down unceremoniously onto the floor.His chair screeched-on purpose,as he plopped down.

"Huh...his names Michael kaiser."you muttered,as you updated your brain.

In the space between heartbeats, the living and the dead whisper to one another. Their words are not spoken but echoed — soft, strange, and eternal.

Scholars of the Realms call these echoes The Phantom Codex: a collection of verses carved into stone, scattered through time, each one a record of a soul that crossed the veil — human, ghost, or something caught in between.

No one remembers who first wrote them. Perhaps they wrote themselves.

What remains are fragments: prophecies, elegies, and songs of those who lived, died, and lingered. Legends born from the rift where green light meets shadow.

This is their archive. Their hymn. Their haunting.

— The first verse belongs to the boy who walks between.

Alcina treats airplanes the same way she treats any other kind of transport — by weighing pros and cons. The pros are obvious: a chance to lounge in a wide business-class seat, an eager steward swiftly setting up her footstool so she can lean back comfortably.

Even so, her Rubensian forms still find the space a tad tight, but the view from the window, a glass of fresh blood in hand, and a plate of dripping blue rare steak makes the flight hours glide by.

Her daughters are sitting together somewhere behind her, bickering over which movie to watch, trying to sync it on their individual screens, and holding a mini-competition: which one of them can catch the cute steward’s attention first. The key here is not to get too loud — if they will cross Alcina, the next flight might be spent in the cargo hold.

~

Donna views on airplanes are purely practical. To her, it is fast, convenient, and statistically the safest form of travel. She chooses the very first row in economy, so Angie can settle comfortably next to her. During the flight, Angie behaves like a tiny, unstoppable force of chaos — pestering stewards with endless questions and demands for water, snacks, and a coloring book, asking how to turn on cartoons, trying to unbuckle her seatbelt long before the plane has reached cruising altitude…

By the time the plane lands, Donna feels utterly drained. Angie drags her down the aisle, reaches for the overhead bins, tries to open the emergency exit, sends the surrounding passengers into sheer panic, and hops impatiently near the exit as soon as the wheels touch down.

~

Moreau prefers the middle rows of economy, buying both the aisle seat and the one beside it. If the second seat happens to be by the window and the weather is clear, he marvels at the mountains, forests, and fields sliding by below.

For lunch, he always chooses fish and often requests an extra cup of tea or even two if he fancies a little extra. When he grows weary of the view, he dozes happily, though he might watch a film if something that sparks his interest. To him, a plane is no different from a carriage, a car, or a ship — just another way to travel.

~

Heisenberg isn’t afraid of heights. He isn’t afraid of flying. In fact, he’s fascinated by airplanes as a feat of engineering and someday he dreams to build one with his own hands.

But to sit inside a hunk of metal assembled by who-knows-whom? What if the engineer miscalculated the thickness of a plate? Or the factory, producing the bolts, churned out a bunch of faulty ones? What if the worker half-assed the last couple of screws?

And don’t even get him started on the pilot — for that person Karl has quite a list as well.

If he could, he would personally check the entire plane, down to the very last screw, before boarding. Since he cannot, he picks a window seat just behind the wing, keeping a sharp eye on it during the flight. He brings a stack of books, a notebook for his ideas and plans, and his old cassette player, but ends up white-knuckling the armrests and glaring out the window.

He only loosens up during the meal service, always demanding a generous pour of beer if it’s on offer.

I still need to revise the English (it’s not my first language) and make sure the plot is coherent, but it’ll be ready soon — at least the first chapter.

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Howl casually strolled the streets of the town he was in that he could not recall the name of for the sake of his life. He thought to himself that quite frankly if he were to be asked, he would simply ignore the request and stroll along.

Now, he was known as a womanizer in almost every town except for the few he blackened his name in, telling poor villagers or citizens that he stole and ate the hearts of those he deemed beautiful. It struck fear in the over-pompous and gave relief to those who lacked the confidence to believe they were beautiful. He would eat his own heart if he hadn't given it to Calcifer.

Howl was jolted from his thoughts when a slight bump alerted him someone was near. It was you, rushing from the market to the dressmakers to the fabric makers, doing tasks on your day off to earn extra money.

Howl felt his nonexistent heart pang. While your features were somewhat unique for the area, your eyes struck Howl and made his leg buckle. They were a dark colour, a unique one to find in the town. streaks of light filtered through your errand hat and illuminated the colour of your eyes, making Howl's mouth water and his arms feel heavy.

Why were your eyes so captivating? Howl wondered as he wandered and you scampered off to continue your tasks. In a district that favored light features, your bold ones made him think of his own overly effeminate features, like his jewelry or his preference for flowey clothes. And who was he to deny that he looked good in high waisted pants?

Scout's gone first. It's almost unanimous, only Heavy and Engie tolerate him.

Soldier's loud and annoying too. Engie, Demo and Pyro like him but it's not enough.

Medic's flown under the radar until now but his love for messing with peoples' organs can't be ignored forever, he's out third.

Sniper pisses in jars and kinda hates everybody. Needless to say he's not winning a popularity contest. Maybe he votes himself out.

Engie's friendly -- too friendly... Spy conspires and gets a couple of the other guys to vote him off. This is where the EngieSpy ship fuel ends after building them up for several episodes but that's just me. Spy may have tried to bring Sniper on his side last time but that epically failed.

Demo and Pyro are upset to see Engie go after all, thinking about it, or maybe this was their plan all along, and Spy's out next.

The three left are all kind of floaters and like each other, so the Administrator makes Pyro and Heavy duke it out. I'll let Heavy win just this once, and it creates some tension between them since Demo liked Pyro more than he likes Heavy.