#harmori

Moodboards For Fics I’ll Never Write: Let’s Rebel

Emori and Harper meet in their boxing classes, and found out they had at least one thing in common: their hatred for their government. When their mentor Indra is killed by the police, the final straw is broken. 

After shooting Baylis and escaping to the woods, Emori was utterly alone. She travelled through the lands of the Coalition, stealing from anyone and everyone. All of that changed when she met the last sky girl after the Mountain Men wiped out the rest of her people.

Harper had a map to a peaceful village across the sea, and Emori had nothing to lose.

Written for Round 1 of Chopped Madness for @chopped100challenge​ with the theme of angst and the tropes strangers to lovers and road trip.

Rated T, 4639 words, harmori!!! (that’s what I call this ship in my head)

“...San...ni...ichi! Mo ii kai?” Gin strained her ears, hearing only the breeze with neither a ready or not yet. The Mōri children may have all been younger than her, but she was on their home turf. Finding them in the grounds that surrounded Greenleaf’s castle would take all her and Shinx’s knowhow. Assuming Haru hadn’t cheated by hiding inside again. Moto probably had stopped that, though.

    The fact that he was here, outside of the village, certainly contradicted that bit of knowledge though. And--perhaps more importantly--she now had to dread the scolding of a lifetime for breaking the rules herself.

Nobunaga has, he’s determined, been sent south to perish. Greenleaf is serene, beautiful, and utterly boring. With a few years before he can start his time at Azuchi’s academy and Oichi terrorizing the castle now that she’s mastered the art of running it makes sense that he would be sent somewhere to be productive. He wishes it were Owari. Owari is fun, and Nagahide could have joined him there.

Instead Tomori, Mamoru’s Druddigon, has been sent with Nobunaga for companionship and protection. As a statement, as well, even if that statement is lost outside dragon territories.

The classes are boring, the landscape is boring, and when he dies no one here will know to burn him so the afterlife will be boring.

He has almost taken to gnawing at his own limbs in frustration when an innocuous statement made by one of his classmates draws him into a conversation and finally, finally stirs excitement in him. It starts with a small group of four and rapidly expands beyond the class. Wrestling---the kind taught to Nobunaga by Yasuke, not the play fights his peers have experienced with their siblings---learned between classes.

Since the main event started, Sasuke took advantage of the lull in climbers to explore the fair grounds. He’d seen one or two of the festivals in his early days of working for Motonari. Of course, they all paled to what the empress had managed to concoct. Things were certainly more exciting. Yukimura had come by sometime earlier singing praises to and about one of the mainlanders. Sasuke had been on the fence about letting mainlanders into Ransei. Before the wars he had been completely against it, but if their antics were what kept things interesting...

He bought a piece of fruit--Greenleaf grown the vendor had assured, and he could tell the truth of the words from the first bite--and munched it down to the core as he wandered about. Maybe he’d just give the remaining plushes he’d made out to the kids at the end of the thing. They were a rush job, and not worth much. It wouldn’t really be worth selling them.

Eventually, he settled himself in the shadows near Tsubone’s stall. He should greet her, or at the very least make his presence known. After the...loss of Takamoto Sasuke hadn’t seen much of the Mōri, even while Motonari continued to help Hiroko plan her battles. Paranoia and anxiety kept Sasuke near Yukimura’s side lest he lose another master. Another friend. It wouldn’t be fair to do the same thing to Tsubone.