#HOW am i supposed to know what gifts to give? WHY do my friendships decay so fucking fast just because we haven't talked in like. two days??
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i would love to enjoy everything that stardew valley has to offer but unfortunately i approach this game the same way i approach real life: avoid all social interaction and tend to my garden in belligerent silence
#people posting screenshots of their stardew valley spouses and i'm just sitting here like.#y'all have time for relationships in this game?? wtf#i feel every second of every day ticking by. and i must dedicate each and every moment to my beloved potato field.#but seriously it's lowkey distressing. like. goddammit what do you MEAN the autism still happens in-game.#HOW am i supposed to know what gifts to give? WHY do my friendships decay so fucking fast just because we haven't talked in like. two days??#WHERE are players finding time in their days to interact with the npcs?????????#i can't relate to any of the npcs anyway! nobody shares my unhealthy obsession with agricultural economics!! i literally don't get it.#listen i know there's a wiki but#the problem is that the wiki only applies to stardew valley and not to real life. and i need a cheat sheet for real life.#don't even get me started on the multitasking hell that this game represents. goddang feels like a 50 hour work week playing this game#[I LOVE IT]#ok rant over back to your regularly scheduled pathetic rpg twunks
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Hey love, hope you are doing well ✨ I was wondering if you have any recommendations regarding side characters (personality analysis, friendship etc.) I absolutely adore all the side characters in the YOIverse however there are not many fics revolving around them so if you know any good ones, it'd be great!! Thank you so much in advance 💟
Hey dear nonnie! This took a long time, I hope you're still here. I combed through ao3 to find fics I remember that fit your request and discovered new gems along the way! Many of these are not popular/underrated but I guarantee that they're good reads so I hope you (and anyone else who finds this) enjoy! If only for that reason alone, I really hope this rec list becomes one of the most popular posts in this blog (I would really appreciate a reblog!) so these fics/authors can receive more love! Plus this is the most exhaustive and time-consuming rec list I've made so far (but I still feel that I missed a lot so other recs are welcome!).
Without further ado, here are some great YOI side-characters' stories in canonverse:
(Don't) Give A Damn by @forochel [T, 9K]
Mari, through the years.
an open door by tripcyclone [G, 8K]
Lilia never wanted children of her own, but caring for Victor gives her a glimpse into the life she chose to pass by.
Beautiful In Knowing by @val-creative [T, 1K]
Sara knew she was a girl, even if nobody else did or believed her.
She ordered Michele to call her "Lady Sara" from now on. He would roll his eyes and grumble, but never attempt to misgender her. She liked "Sara" — it meant "lady, princess, noblewoman". And she would never go back to her deadname.
by any other name by iguanastevens [T, 2K]
"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
Yuri's life as told by the names he's given; or, how Yuri's names direct his life.
Feathers on the Ice by Kiranokira / @kyashin [E, 79K]
After dinner and a bath and quality hamster time, snuggled in bed cocooned within his eight entirely necessary pillows, Phichit indulges himself and investigates Seung-gil's hashtag. There isn’t much from Seung-gil himself, but Seung-gil's fans are many and dedicated. Amid the photos of Seung-gil at competitions or practicing and the few candid shots of Seung-gil in airports or out on the streets of Seoul, there’s a very recent professional video uploaded by user andjoy_studio.
Phichit clicks on it, and his life changes.
fermata by perbe [T, 3K]
When one is patchwork of growth plates and bruises, it is inevitable that one must admire boys with words a size too big, as if they know down to their bones that they are meant for something greater.
I used to burn for you, Otabek thinks.
(A character study on Otabek's reaction to his placement at the Grand Prix Finals.)
Go On Ahead by @kiaronna [G, 2K]
Sour, grouchy Yakov didn’t understand sparkly purple skate outfits or wanting to eat your weight in sweets or having crushes on boys.
But Viktor did.
Gossips, Chinese whispers and misunderstandings by womanroaring [M, 8K]
Series of short stories relating to how certain (often perfectly innocent) scenes in Yuri On Ice would have looked from the outside. And just the gossip and stuff that would have surrounded them.
I am Yuri Plisetsky by rinsled05 / @dreaming-fireflies [M, 1K]
Who is Yuri Plisetsky?
He's not Agape.
Not a “prima donna” ballerina.
And definitely no Russian fairy.
No, Yuri Plisetsky is an angry, loud, in-your-face, Russian tiger who will take to the ice and give you a brilliant gold-worthy performance you will never forget.
... a piece on Yuri's rationale for skating to "Welcome to the Madness". Rated for the actual foul-mouthed language in the story itself, courtesy of one Yuri Plisetsky.
if friends were flowers i'd pick you by windupbirdgirl / @tanpopori [G, 4K]
Yuuko thinks of Yuuri’s skating, beautiful and flawed. She thinks of Yuuri sitting with the girls instead of the other boys at practice. She thinks of Yuuri and Viktor, the posters of him he asks her to buy him for birthdays. The posters he wouldn't ask anyone else to buy.
“Oh, Yuuri.” She bites her nails, ruining the carefully applied polish. She doesn’t care at all.
Sitting in that tiny bedroom, she makes a big decision.
if love is king, who wears the crown by @crollalanzaa [G, 1K]
“Second is seen as nothing,” Christophe had derided.
“But that moment you glide onto the ice, that hush of the audience, and that expectation, isn’t that worth something?”
“You speak as if you know. You used to skate?"
Past tense. It still stung, even if it was expected.
Minako knows exactly what it's like to be at the top of your game, and she remembers the descent just as clearly.
if she wants me by renaissance [G, 6K]
Hiroko and Minako, then and now.
kagura by night by seventhstar / @pencilwalla [T, 1K]
The world around her is like the mountains.
A mortal lifespan is narrow; mortals watch the mountain’s unchanging faces, unravaged by the same measure of time that takes a human from dust to dust, and think them immortal in comparison. But stone erodes, just as flesh decays. It just takes longer.
If she watches long enough, everything changes. Languages drift until all the words she learned before are meaningless. Technology changes until she ceases to believe in magic because human ingenuity is more infinite than the stars. What is beautiful, what is polite, what is wrong, what is right—time, given its way, reshapes all.
But Minako’s body remains as it has always been. That’s why she loves to dance, she supposes; it’s the one thing time cannot take from her.
Katsudon by @azriona [G, 8K]
Hiroko doesn’t need to see to coat pork cutlets in egg and panko. She has made this dish for her family for over thirty years; she’ll make it another thirty, if she’s lucky.
Now she makes it for Yuuri and Victor as they fly home from Barcelona, with silver around their necks and gold around their fingers.
keep me steady as we go by strikinglight [G, 3K]
When Isabella stood and crossed the room to where he sat she saw her notebook open in his lap, turned to the last page of their to-do list, all but three items crossed off with less than a month to the wedding date. License. Ceremony. Everything after. She saw the angle of his gaze, too, not on the words but straight ahead, staring blank and glassy and brittle into some invisible place she still wasn’t sure she could follow him to, yet. And yet she had been the one who’d promised to try—and to keep promising, forever and forever.
Kooks by BoxWineConfessions [G, 3K]
Mari clasps her right hand across her left hand and rests them both atop her growing stomach. “I guess you’re just lucky that your father, I mean your other father, my brother-“ Mari giggles. “God, it all sounds so weird, doesn’t it? Do you care? Do you care that we’re all so fucked up and we don’t care at all?” Mari laughs again. It’s all she can do when she hurts this much, and wants a cigarette this much, but can’t stop smiling despite the fact that her body seems to hate her so much. “Well he means the world to me. That’s why I have you.”
Living in the Maybe by @adrianners [T, 6K]
It wasn’t hard to spot a 180cm platinum blond in Fukuoka International Airport. Especially when he was the only person wearing sunglasses. Indoors. At night.
Mari picks Viktor up at the airport when he returns from Moscow. Without Yuuri there to play his usual role of interpreter, they learn to communicate around their linguistic, cultural, and personal barriers.
post tenebras lux by @alykapediaaa [T, 1K]
“Which skater would you say has inspired your skating the most?”
The question catches him unaware, so much so that he’s rendered speechless. It’s only when he sees Yakov lean towards the microphone to answer in his stead that Yuri blurts out the first name that comes to mind.
“Yuuri Katsuki.”
The Best Men by @kiaronna [Not Rated, 5K]
Just as Viktor lives to surprise, Christophe Giacometti lives to scandalize, to sensationalize. But innocent little Phichit Chulanont is proving to be an impossible victim.
OR: where Christophe tries very hard to get under one Thai skater’s skin, and instead finds himself all over the younger skater’s Instagram feed and wrapped around his finger.
the city of bridges by @stammiviktor [T, 5K]
After three flights, a train ride, and dinner at the Katsukis' table, Yakov finally sees Hasetsu through Viktor's eyes.
The First Cut by BoxWineConfessions [E, 27K]
People made divorce seem like this long drawn out and ugly process, but it really wasn’t. He bought the town home for Isabella as a gift, and so it was hers. The flat down town would go to him, as it was closer to the rink. They paid off her medical school loans last fall, so that was done too. He had a few cars, which she unanimously agreed were his to keep, so long as she could keep her Corvette. She changed her vanity plate from Dr. Leroy to Dr. Yang. He saw it parked out front of the courthouse.
trials of Coach Yakov series by @naraht [T and M, 40K]
Summaries of fics in the series:
1. Forced to share a bed with Victor at the Sochi Grand Prix Final, Yakov learns more than he wants to know.
2. Yakov attempts to prepare Yuri for his transition to Seniors. Yuri doesn't care to listen.
3. No sex while you're competing – this is Yakov's rule. His athletes often have other ideas.
4. In 1980, Yakov Feltsman is the USSR's skating hero. At a dull official reception, he defends his loyalty to the motherland – and makes the acquaintance of a beautiful young dancer from the Bolshoi.
5. In which both Victor and Yakov have to remake themselves – Victor after his first Olympic gold and Yakov after his divorce.
Tz'ror by athoroughlybakedpotato [T, 3K]
Yakov changes much slower than the times do, but steadiness is not always a bad thing.
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ETA - Other people's rec:
curtain of lies by @mandolinearts
JJ's Bizarre Adventure by Falahime
Landscapes of Spring and Summer by @myyoitrashblog
The Melancholy of Georgi Popovich by Falahime
+ a lot more recs on this reblog!!
Thanks for the rec, @vilchen, @genuine-firefly, @adrianners, and @kaleidodreams! ❤
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The Decay of the Blossom 🥀 - 01
Story: BTS x Reader x GOT7
Category: Drama, Friendship, Love
Summary: Y/N’s life starts to change as her mother gets herself a new man after her father’s passing. A new school, a new life. Everything sounds too good to be true. Apparently, destiny has its own rules and that is something she will learn when destiny gives her some signs along her way.
CHAPTER 01
Y/N is a normal teenager who prefers to stay unnoticed. She could fit in easily, but her wish is to stay away from anyone. She had friends, but lost them by time. Those friends only stayed around to get something, when she was no use to them anymore, the friendships ended. She always thinks that there is only one reason why and she started to think that the reason must be that she is not pretty enough. There are just too many days on which she is reminded that she is not as beautiful as the other girls around her. It was not true, but she starts to believe the voice inside her head more each day. Every girl she compares herself to, every single female body seems to be prettier than she could ever be. That she never had a boyfriend in her life, is like a quite agreeing to her thoughts. It was not painful to be the ghost of the school, it was much more painful to her when she lost her father over a year ago. She remembers it clearly as it just had happened yesterday.
It was Friday night, her father told her to go out and to have fun. Even if she would just watch a movie, she should enjoy her youth as long as she has it. She lied to him, telling him that the there was no good movie to see in the cinema at the moment. She hugged him and kissed his cheek before she went to her bed room to be alone. She took her headphones from her pillow and turned the music on. Loud music was the silent scream she could not voice. Music was her escape, no matter how bad any kind of situation was, music saved her and took her into another world. She lied there sometimes for hours with closed eyes. As usually she had turned off the bed room light. But that was different that night. Without a warning her door was swung open and the light from the other room shined into hers. Her mother was standing in the door. At first, she thought she might have forgotten a house chore she was supposed to do, but then she saw the tears. She took her headphones down to hear what her mother had to say. But she was not speaking, she was screaming. She yelled at her, she yelled that she was screaming for her for the last five minutes. Next thing that happened was her mother running to the living room. Y/N did not know what to do, her father sitting there with his hand on his chest, painfully speaking to someone on the phone. One sentence she will never forget that her mother said to her, ‘How can you ignore your father’s screams?’. Her mother meant that even a neighbor was standing in front of the door and that the neighbor meant that he knocked at the door. She felt bad for ignoring her father’s screaming and apologized a dozen times. When her father hung up the phone, he said to his wife that they should get to the hospital right away. He did not say what it was, he only said they should drive off right away. Y/N remembers taking her father’s hand and starting to cry that she does feel sorry for not hearing. Her father only told her to stay calm, nothing happened. Everything will turn out alright. She should not forget to lock the door when they left. He kissed her forehead one last time and left. Her mother not even spending a second to look at her. She was too worried what might be wrong with her husband. Y/N did not know at that time that this was the last time she would see her father alive. That this was the last time she touched his hand, the last time she would hear his voice. Her mother returned the next morning with a friend who worked in the hospital as a nurse. She could not answer the questions Y/N had, every single time she said ‘dad’, it broke her mother’s heart even more. Her mother’s friend explained to her after she took care of her mother, that he won’t return. On the way to the hospital, her father had a heart attack. She had called for medical help as soon as she stepped into the building. A doctor was taking him immediately away from her to treat him, but he had a second heart attack not even long after his medical treatment. This time he did not make it. That was the day her world broke apart. Nothing was as painful as losing him. It took a few months for her mother to get back on her feet. In Y/N’ eyes, her mother was moving on to quickly, but her mother assured her, that she’s doing better.
A few weeks ago, her mother asked her if it was okay for Y/N if she would date someone again. She only wanted her mother to be happy again, that is why she helped her as often as she could. Of course, she would have nothing against it, since it makes her happy. She taught herself to cook and to bake, so her mother would have less work to do. She also took more and more house chores when her mother told her she needs to take a second job, since she does not earn enough money to pay the bills. Y/N’s birthday was a normal day, no birthday cake and no gifts, not even a happy birthday. Her mother was not at home all evening, she started her third job and was more exhausted than ever. She did not even try to cook herself something to eat, she only went to bed and used her headphones. The new guy on her mother’s side, is a work mate of hers. He was nothing like her father. It was not possible to compare them. She had a weird feeling around him, something about him seems fake. He was nice and tried his best to make her accept him as the new man on her mother’s side, but something told her that he something bad on him. When he changed his job, he moved into another city. They were still meeting at least every weekend, sometimes her mother even stayed during the week at his place or he stayed at her place.
Now, Y/N was waiting in front of her school to be picked by her mom and her boyfriend. She walked up and down the parking lot but they did not appear. After thirty minutes she decides to walk home since she has missed the bus already. She was walking for at least fifteen minutes before a car pulled over next to her. “Y/N. There you are! I told you to wait at the parking lot.”, her mother says. “Get in. We have a reservation.” Y/N only nods and gets into the car. It was his car and it was an expensive one. She took her book out and started to read. He only says that she is really such a good girl and that her mother raised her well. She does not react to his words and starts to study. “Sweetheart, we are here.” Y/N picks out of the window to see that they have arrived at an expensive sushi restaurant.
“Are my clothes fine enough?” Y/N says as she looks up and down her school uniform. “I think I am not dressed good enough for a place like this.”
“No, you look alright. It belongs to a friend of mine. He won’t mind that one guest does not dress up super chic.” He answers as he puts his arm around her mother, Y/N followed them right behind. They seat was placed near the windows. The restaurant was very pretty, but it looked more expensive from the outside than from the inside. When she looks outside, she can see a group of boys. It seemed like they would be waiting for someone, one of them stares at his phone most of the time. When she looks at their school uniform, she can see that they are from another school. One of them has such a beautiful face, it makes her feel weird. Her stomach seems to jump, just by looking at him. When she noticed that the other boys noticed her starring, they pushed that one boy she was staring at to turn to her. Immediately her face starts to blush and she takes one of the menu cards to hide her face with. “Are you alright?”
“Uhm, yeah. I just would like to know what to order before a waiter appears.” Her mother starts to laugh.
“Honey, we already ordered for you.” She takes the menu card from her. “My little dreamer. I thought you are not interested in boys yet?”
“Which boys?”
“Those boys.” She points her finger in the direction of the door. Y/N turns to see what her mother was talking about. Now, she wanted a black hole to appear underneath her to take her down. The boys from before were smiling at her before they took a table near her. The boys were sitting on a table from which perspective they could watch her, but she could not see them. “Does my daughter become a woman now?”, her mother says with a wink. Y/N shakes her head.
“No, I am not. I don’t have the time.”
“Good girl. You are really smart. I knew you know that boys are disgusting, childish and just a heavy stone on your feet when they are teenagers.”, he jokes. Thankfully for her, the sushi was brought to their table and this conversation ended. They started to eat as the waitress brings a glass of coke. “We did not order coke.”
“I am sorry. But one of the boys said he pays for it, it is for the young lady on your table.” Now, there was no way to hide how red her face has become.
“Can you tell them, thanks? I do not really know how to handle... You know?”, the waiter starts to grin and says that he will do so. Her mother mocked her with face expressions before they continued to eat their food.
“Sweetheart, there was a reason why we decided to talk with you in the restaurant and not at home. There is an important reason.”
“I guess it has something to do with the ring on your finger?”
“Yeah.” Her mother laughs as she shows her the ring.
“Beautiful.”, she gets up to hug her mom.
“I am so happy for you.” Her mother and her fiancé start to exchange looks. She goes back to her seat when she turns her eyes back to her mother. “What’s wrong?”
“We will move together.” She waited for Y/N’s reaction. As there was no reaction she continues. “Which means you will change the school after summer.”
“So, my next year in another school, huh? What about the wedding, next year?”
“You are right about the school. The school ends next week but you still have the summer to say goodbye to everyone before we leave.”, her mother explains. “But you are wrong about the wedding. We will marry during this summer. We don’t want to wait, you know?”
“I guess I understand.” She takes a sip from her coke. “I am just a little nervous if I have to change the school.”
“Don’t worry about that. We picked a good school for you together. Those boys are already wearing the school uniform of your new school. So, you already know some people, at least from seeing. Did you see the tall one with the bright shoulders?” Y/N nods. “I already informed myself a bit about the students at that school, he has been the elected representative of the student of their school for the last three years." ‘Great, now they know as the strange starring girl from the restaurant. It will be a disaster if they remember me.’, she thought.
“Did you guys find a place already?”
“Yes, and you will love it. Your room will be bigger and it is in general a bigger apartment.”, her mother tries to cheer her up. “Do you want us to get you some ice cream? I am sorry if you feel overwhelmed, but I decided it was time for our next step.” Y/N smiles and tries to assure that it was okay for her. She had nothing that would hold her here and maybe it would be good to have a change.
Summer went by so quickly, it did not feel like she would miss her old place as she takes the last pieces to put them into one of the boxes. She would for sure not miss anyone from school and she would also not miss anything within this town. “You’ve got everything?”, her mother asks. She only smiles and puts the last box in the back of the car. For the last time she looks up to her previous home and takes a deep breath. “Oh sweetheart. You can visit this town whenever you like, you know?” Her mother still believed her when she said she had friends, but she never noticed that she was barely outside. She smiles at her mother and gets into the passenger seat. She pulls the window down to feel the wind in her face. It feels like a new start, not just the family life but for her personally too. They arrived on Sunday evening which was the night before her new school year would have started. She does not even take a look at her new bed room, she goes directly to the bathroom to take a shower. She places her school uniform on her desk with barely open eyes. All she wanted and needed was some good sleep. When she switched the light off, she remembered that she did not clean everything from the floor, some boxes must still be around her. Just in case to not kick against those boxes she turns the light on one more time. She tries to scan the room before she turns it off again. Slowly she makes it to her bed, she snuggles into her blanket before she finally falls asleep.
The sun started to greet her through the window in the morning as her alarm goes on. Sleeping is one of the nicest things for her to do. She took her clothes from her desk and goes directly to the bathroom to get ready. She styled her hair at least three times before she decides to go with a straight hair look. She was not a huge fan of makeup, but her mother bought for Y/N her first makeup and it would make her happy to see her use it. She takes the mascara out of her new makeup bag and puts it on her lashes. As she left the bathroom ready for school, a nice smell of fresh cooked breakfast started to come from the kitchen. She rushes into her bedroom to get her bag and fills it with the most important things quickly and runs to the kitchen.
“Slowly. Honey, take it slow! There is enough food. I will pack you something for school, okay?”, Y/N hugs her mother tight. “You are really looking forward to school, huh?”
“I am just happy. You look so happy too. When did we have a warm breakfast like that the last time?”
“I only made some eggs and toast. Don’t pretend like it was something you never had.”
“I don’t, but when dad died, we barely had enough food.” Y/N explains while she looks around to find some muffins in the oven. “We only ate cold food or something that we could eat at least for two days from.”
“Don’t worry. We will not end up like that again. I promise you that.” Y/N takes a plate to place a toast and an egg on top of it. The smell of the muffins in the oven, it smells so delicious. “I already got a call this morning.”
“A call?”, Y/N repeats with a mouth full of food.
“I have a new job. I will start next week.” Y/N swallows her food down in one go.
“I thought he said he does not want you to overwork yourself again? Is it part time?”
“Yes. We can talk about this later because I only work when you are in school.” Y/N starts to clap her hands in joy. As she finished her breakfast, her mother took the dirty plate from her. “Go, don’t be late on your first day.” She hugs her mother one more time before she grabs her bag and makes her way to school. The school was only thirty minutes of walking and as she was already to early anyway, so decides to take the walk to free her mind a little. The neighborhood looks expensive but beautiful. She arrives way too early, twenty minutes before her school would even start. To her surprise the school door was not closed so she walks in. She looks around inside the building, she tries to memorize where which class is on which floor is. Her face was definitely giving away that she is the new one in school, but she did not care. This school looks much better than the old one.
“Don’t use this kind of face around here. I will show you everything you need to know.”, a voice behind her says. She turns around to see the boy from the restaurant in front of her. “Hey, I am Kim Seokjin. Just call me Jin.” She only looks at him without saying a word. “So, what have you seen or not seen yet?”
“I know who you are.” He looks surprised at her. “Sorry. That came off wrong. I mean your name was on the school website. I have just arrived actually.” A smile grows in his face.
“Well, I can show you around.”
“Sounds great.”
“Do you know someone around here?”
“No. I have never been in this town before. I don’t know anyone.”
“Well, if you want to, I can pick you up from your class room and introduce you to my friends. If it is okay for you, I mean they are only boys. We do not have girls as our friends yet, you could be our first.”, he winks.
“Uh, that’s why you are asking?” Jin nods. “That is not a problem at all. I prefer male friends over female ones anytime.” He looked a bit stunned at her. “That means less drama and more time to study. By the way my name is Y/L/N Y/N.”
“Nice name for a nice lady. Okay let’s check your schedule for today.” Jin shows her as much as he could in the short time they had left. As there were in front of her class room for the first class, a familiar face seems to appear. “Oh, are you also having history class in this room?” He points to the door.
“Yeah, I do.” He looks at her and starts to smile. “Oh, the sushi girl is in my class?”
“Did you just call me sush-”, Jin interrupts her.
“You do not have any respect for others, don’t you?” Jin’s argument was not wrong, but then she remembered where she has seen the other one before. Those two where at the sushi restaurant when she saw the one boy.
“Of course, I know politeness. Hello dear, I am Jungkook and this is Yugyeom.”
“Please be kind to Y/N. She will be eating lunch with us later.” Jin says goodbye to them and walks off. Jungkook opens the door for her and rushes in right after her.
“No need to rush, Kook. The school is not over that soon.”, Yugyeom says as he shakes his head.
“We need to find a place with her in the middle.” They find a place with three empty chairs but apparently one place was already taken and Y/N gets up immediately. “Where are you going?”
“This place is already taken, you two can sit together. I will find a place to sit.” Two rows behind them are two sits left to take. Each table had four chairs next to each other. Between those and the other four sits was a possibility to walk between the tables. Yugyeom immediately turns to their class mates in the row behind them to exchange the seats to sit closer to her. After a few minutes they agreed to exchange. “I will not get rid of you two, huh?”, she says with a grin in her face.
“Nope. You won’t.”, Jungkook assures. Yugyeom hits Jungkook on his shoulder. “Ouch?”
“Where’s Bhuwakul? Have you seen him?” Jungkook shakes his head. “I hope he is only late. I really thought we would stay in the same class together again.” The school bell starts to ring and a teacher starts to come in. The teacher looked like one of those teachers who were strict but also those who made their bad jokes every now and then. Everything has become quiet immediately until the door got opened with a sudden move.
“I am so sorry. I was...” The boy looks as he just finished a marathon. “I...”
“Nice to see some students do not change over the summer. Mr. Kunpimook, take a sit and be quiet.”
“Thank you, sir.” He starts to look around until he sees Jungkook and Yugyeom hiding their smiles behind their hands. “Really childish to laugh about that.”, he whispers. When he sits down, he does not spare a look at her. “Guys! Stop laughing it is not funny.”
“What’s funny is, that you did not see our new girl. Even though you see every girl within a second.” He looks confused about what Yugyeom just told him. He starts to point at Y/N. “Her name is Y/N. Jin said she will hang out with us at lunch.”
“Oh, sorry. Yeah, you heard my name. Just call me BamBam.” As she tries to answer him, he showed her a sign to give him something. “I told you my name, now I give you my number.” She is stunned by what he just said to her. Her phone was already in her hands, so she gives him the phone but to her surprise Jungkook and Yugyeom take her phone too to give her their numbers. “If something is wrong, just let us know. I guess we will be project partners then since Kook and Yugyeom work as partners all the time.”
“Are the four in the back also paying attention or do I need to write down that you four are not here?” They mumble their apologies and try to focus on class. “Ms. Y/L/N, I have seen your grades. They were very well. I expect you to continue your studies as you did in your old school?” She only nods as he starts his class. ‘If they are friends of this boy at the restaurant, will he also be at lunch?”, she asks herself. She starts to blush and hears someone breathing hard for holding back a laughter. When she looks to her left, she can see BamBam points at her.
“What?”
“Nothing.” he starts to look at another direction before Yugyeom, who sits in front of her turns to him. He leans a bit forward before he looks at her one more time. “Someone is having a crush. Look at her face!”
“BamBam, shut your mouth before the teacher looks in our direction again.”, she whispers.
“I cannot wait to figure out who it is.” He shakes his head. “I like you already. I think we will become good friends.”, he smiles as he takes his notebook out to take some notes. When he looks to her side one more time, he sees the many notes she has taken already. “Do you need that many notes?”
“Well, if you are my partner for future projects and you were already late on our first day of school, I guess the most work will be on me.” He looked at her with a funny face. She holds her hand in front of her mouth and tries to keep her eyes on her notebook. The rest of the class will for sure not be boring.
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The Hart II: Highway
Summary: Off on her own, without the Winchesters, Bobby, Ellen or Jo, Lizzie tries to get back to what she does best… hunting. But time is running out, Dean’s soul is on the line, and now everyone knows Lizzie is psychic like Sam. Can the brothers and Lizzie work through their problems? Or will they lose everything?
Bamby’s Masterlist
The Hart Masterlist
The Hart II: Highway Masterlist
Part Thirty: The Hellhounds are Coming
Warnings: Angst. Violence. Hallucinations.
Bamby
DPOV
I was running. My heart pounding in my chest and my feet pounding on the dirt ground. Trees and bushes surrounded me as I rushed through the woods, trying to stay ahead. They were close. Too close. I could hear their growls, practically smell their meaty breaths.
The Hellhounds.
Everything hurt. Breathing in air felt like I was breathing in fire as it scrapped along my lungs. My legs ached with each step. I'd been running for so long now...
...
"Dean." Liz's calm voice woke me from my sleep.
I sat up from where my head had been resting on the desk in front of me. Looking over, I saw her leaning down next to me, watching me carefully.
Breathing heavily, I looked down at the book on my desk, the one I'd been reading before I fell asleep. It was open on a picture of a hellhound...
"Hey." Liz reached over to brush my hair back a little, her movements gentle and delicate. "Bad dream?"
"You could say that." I sighed, wrapping my hand around her wrist before tugging her down so she'd sit on my lap. "Would sleep better if you joined me." I grinned, at her- forcing it slightly.
Shaking her head at me, she smiled back. "You're unbelievable, Winchester."
"Dig up anything good?" Sam asked as he walked into the room, trying not to smile at Liz and I.
I shook my head at him. "No. Nothing good."
"Well, Bobby has. Finally."
Liz jumped off my lap. "Really?"
"Yeah." Sam nodded, a grin lifting the corner of his lip. "A way to find Lilith."
"Wow. With just, uh," I looked down at my watch, "thirty hours to go." Smirking, I gave a short shrug. "Hey, why don't we just make a TJ-run, yeah? You know... some senoritas, cervezas, uh, we could... what's Spanish for 'donkey show'?"
Sam chuckled lightly. "So if we do save you... let's never do that."
"Agreed." Liz gave me a playful glare.
"Hey, Dean." Sighing, Sam's smile fell as he stepped closer to the desk, looking down at me. "Look, we're cutting it close, I know. But we're gonna get this done. I don't care what it takes, Dean. You're not gonna go to hell. I'm not gonna let you. Lizzie isn't gonna let you. I swear. Everything's gonna be okay."
While listening to him, I'd paid attention but hadn't really taken anything to heart. I knew we didn't have a lot of control over my circumstances now. I'd been turning to look up at him and say exactly that, but stopped the moment my eyes landed on him.
Sam's face turned darker as if it were decaying. It was distorted, flinging to the sides rapidly in an inhumane way. I looked to Liz, seeing her face doing the same thing. It was utterly terrifying.
But it stopped just as suddenly as it had started.
Nodding slowly at them, I cautiously watched and waited for something else to happen. "Yeah, okay."
EPOV
I stood on Dean's left as Sam stood on his right. We were watching Bobby as he placed a large old tracing device over a map of the United States. Three wooden legs held the stand of the device up, as a crystal ball sat in a frame up the top, with a sharp tipped, hanging pendulum pointing at the map.
"So you need a name, that's the whole kit and caboodle. With the right name, right ritual, ain't nothing you can't suss out," Bobby explained.
"Like the town Lilith's in?" Sam asked.
Bobby looked up at him. "Kid, when I get done, we'll know the street." Reaching forward, he started to swing the pendulum as he started to chant Latin.
The three of us watched him with anticipation, waiting for the point to stop. After a moment, it did.
"New Harmony, Indiana," Bobby read. "And we have a winner."
"Alright." Sam pushed the pendulum away. "Let's go."
I was about to head for the door when Dean grabbed my arm, stopping me. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. Let's all shut up there, Tex."
Sam frowned at his brother, confused. "What's the problem?"
"What's the problem?" Dean repeated as if it should be obvious. "Come on, where do I begin? I mean, first of all, we don't even know if Lilith holds my deal. We're going off of Bela's intel? Now when that bitch breathes, the air comes out crooked. Okay. Second, even if we could get to Lilith, we have no way to gank her. And third, isn't this the same Lilith that wants your giant head on a pike? Should I continue?"
Bobby scoffed, unamused. "Ain't you just bringing down the room."
Dean shrugged. "Yeah, well, it's a gift."
He had a lot of good points, but if I was being honest, I didn't care anymore. I just wanted Dean safe. This was it. This was the end. He had just over a day before he was going down south, and I was not talking about Australia. No. He was headed straight for hell.
Sam shook his head, trying to wrap his mind around what Dean was saying. "I'm sorry, so then what are we supposed to do, Dean?"
"Just 'cause I gotta die doesn't mean you have to, okay. Either we go in smart or we don't go in at all."
"Okay, fine. If that's the case I have the answer."
I lifted my hands in the air. "I am up for anything. What you got?"
"A sure-fire way to confirm it's Lilith and a way to get us a bona fide demon-killing ginsu."
"Damn it, Sam, no," Dean snapped.
"We're so past arguing. Dean, I am summoning Ruby. "
"The hell you are! We have enough problems as it is."
"Exactly. And we've got no time and no choice either."
"Come on man, she is the Miss Universe of lying skanks, okay. She told you that she could save me, huh. Lie. She seems to know everything about Lilith but forgot to mention, oh right. Lilith owns my soul!"
"Okay, fine. She's a liar. She's still got that knife."
"For all we know, she works for Lilith."
"Then give me another option, Dean. I mean, tell me what else."
"Sam's right." Bobby weighed in.
But Dean wasn't having any of it. "No! Damn it!" He took a breath, seeing the shocked looks on our faces because of his outburst. Once a little calmer, he tried again. "Just no. We are not gonna make the same mistakes all over again. You guys wanna save me, find something else," he stated before walking out of the room.
"I've got him," I said before hurrying off after Dean.
He walked out the front door and onto the porch, coming to a stop with a sigh, running his hand over his face.
Stepping up behind him, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my cheek against his back. "There is no way I could possibly understand the stress and worry you're feeling right now. But you have to understand why Sam wants to summon Ruby."
Grabbing my hands, Dean pulled my arms away from him before pulling me so I stood in front of him. "I get it. But if we make one wrong move, he's dead too. Maybe even you."
I shrugged. "I'd rather risk my life to save yours, than just let you die. You're too important to me."
Our eyes locked then. I couldn't say the words, but he understood what I meant, what I was hinting at.
Time with Dean had built a bond with him that surpassed simple friendship. I could tell myself a million times over that we were just friends that occasionally slept together. But I couldn't fool myself anymore. My feelings for Dean had grown into something I thought I'd never feel for anyone. Feelings I'd never had for anyone before.
Which is exactly why I was willing to do whatever needed, in order to keep him alive.
SPOV
Kneeling on the ground in the basement, I drew and triangle on the floor, with symbols in every point of it. Candles sat on the outside of the triangle, lit. While a bowl of a dry, green substance sat in the middle of it all.
Taking a deep breath, I began to chant, knowing this was going to piss Dean off once he found out.
"Ad construgendum ad ligandum eos pariter Et solvendum."
A sound coming from behind had me pause. But as I looked over a waited a moment, nothing happened. So, with a sigh, I got back to it.
"Et ad congregantum eos coram me."
Taking a box of matches, I pulled one out and lit it up, watching the flames for a beat before throwing it into the bowl. The contents inside ignited, the fire flaring up for a moment or two, before calming down and burning out.
Pulling myself off the floor, I looked around a waited.
"You know, phones work too." Turning around, I found Ruby leaning against a doorway, smiling at me. "Hey, Sam. How's tricks?"
I didn't return the smile, keeping my mouth in a set and angry line. "How do you get around so fast?"
"I got the Super Bowl jet pack." She shrugged and began to walk towards me. "So. You called?"
"Did you know?"
"Um... gonna need a tiny bit more."
"About Dean's deal. That Lilith holds the contract."
She didn't miss a beat as she answered. "Yes, I did."
"And... what? You didn't think that was important?"
"You weren't ready."
"For what?"
"If I told you, you two yahoos would have just charged after her half-cocked and Lilith would have peeled the meat from your pretty, pretty faces."
"Well, we're ready now," I told her. "I want your knife."
She watched me as she started walking slow circles around where I stood. "You're right about one thing. You are ready. And now's the time, too. Lilith's guard's down."
"Is that so?"
"She's on shore-leave. A little R&R."
"The hell's that mean?"
"Trust me, you don't wanna know. You didn't lose those hex bags I gave you?"
"We've got 'em."
"Good. Then she won't sense that you're coming."
"So, you'll give us the knife?" I asked, trying to watch her wat me as she continued to circle me.
"No."
"But you just said-"
"You wanna charge in with one little pig-sticker? It's a waste of a true-blue window. Like getting Hitler with that exploding briefcase. Forget it."
"Okay, then how?" I wanted her to answer, now. My patience was running thin.
She stopped in front of me. "I know how to save your brother, Sam."
"No, you don't! You told Dean you couldn't! You've been lying to me all along, so just give me your damn knife!"
"You're not the one I've been lying to."
"Oh, so you can save him?"
"No. But you can."
That left me speechless for a second. Confused. "What?"
"Sam, you've got some God-given talent. Well, not 'God'-given but you get the gist."
"All that psychic crap? That's gone ever since Yellow-Eyes died."
She shook her head at me. "Not gone… dormant. Little Lizzie's proof of that. And it's not just visions either. Why do you think Lilith is so scared of you?"
"Right," I scoffed. "She's scared of me."
"If you wanted, you could wipe her off the map without moving a muscle."
"I don't believe you."
"It's the truth."
"And you decided to tell me this just now?"
"Um... demon. Manipulative's kinda in the job description. Fact is, is that you would have never considered it. Not until you were-"
"Desperate enough?" I finished for her.
We exchanged looks before she shrugged. "You don't like being different. You hate the way Dean looks at you sometimes. Like you're some kind of sideshow freak. But suck it up because we've got a lot of ground to cover, and we've gotta do it fast. But we can do it."
She wasn't right or wrong. Yeah, I hated the way I felt sometimes. But it was a little better now. Knowing Lizzie was like me. I wasn't alone in all of this. She had my back and I had hers. We understood each other.
But at the same time, she had better control and more power. She was getting better and better, while I stayed the same. That, I didn't feel too great about.
"Look. Call me a bitch, hate me all you want, but I have never lied to you, Sam. Not ever. And I'm telling you. You can save your brother, and I can show you how."
"So that's you, huh?" At the sound of Dean's voice I looked over Ruby's shoulder, seeing him standing behind her clearly not happy as he went on. "Our slutty little Yoda."
"Dean," she sighed and turned to him, her voice harder as she spoke to him. "Charming as ever."
"Aw, I knew you'd show up," Dean stated, moving towards us. "Because I knew Sam wouldn't listen." Out of guilt, I looked away, listening to him still. "But you're not gonna teach him anything, you understand me? Over my dead body."
She scoffed. "Oh. Well, you're right about that."
"What you are gonna do is give me that knife. And then you can just go crawl back into whatever slop you came from and never bother me or my brother again. Are we clear?"
"Your brother is carrying a bomb inside of him and we'd be stupid not to use it."
"Dean, look, just hold on for one-"
He cut me off, pissed. "Sam! Don't. Come on man, what, are you blind? Can't you see that this is a trick?"
"That's not true," Ruby insisted.
But he just ignored her, looking at me. "She wants you to give into this whole demonic psychic whatever, okay. I mean hell, she probably wants you to become her little anti-Christ Super Star."
Ruby was getting worked up too, now. "I want Lilith dead. That's all."
"Why?" Dean asked her.
"I've told you why!"
"Oh, right, yeah. Because you were human once and you liked kittens and long walks on the beach."
"You know, I am so sick of proving myself to you. You wanna save yourself, this is how. You dumb, spineless dick."
Shaking his head, Dean turned to leave, only to stop and swing a right hook back, hitting Ruby right in the face.
I backed away at the look in both of their eyes, knowing there was nothing I could do. Dean made the first move. It was now on.
Having taken a few steps back because of the hit, Ruby pulled herself back up and wiped away the blood from her lip. After a beat or two, she pulled back and then punched him back, once with her right fist and then her left.
"Ruby, hey!" I reached out to try and stop her.
She spun around and kicked out at me, causing me to double over. That's when she kneed me in the face, and sent me flying across the space and into a beam.
I slid to the ground, which is where I stayed as I watched her stalk over to Dean.
Dean was readying, hitting her in the face with his left fist and then making a move with his right. But she dodged him quickly, and then kneed him in the stomach. Over and over a few times, she kept kneeing him until she let him drop all together.
He tried to get up, but she just kicked out at him, sending him rolling on the floor, further away from me. He kept trying to get to his feet, but again, she was right there. Grabbing him this time, she pulled him up so they were face to face, only so she could headbutt him.
Falling back again, Dean landed on the floor, looking up as Ruby stood a few feet away from him. Yet still, he simply grinned at her.
"The hell are you grinning at?" she snarled.
"Missing something?" He pulled her knife out from his jacket.
"I'll kill you, you son of a bitch." She rushed forward, but was throw back by an invisible wall.
The three of us looked up at the ceiling, seeing a Devil's trap painted there in red.
Dean continued to grin at Ruby her angry grew with each second. "Like I said," he lowered the knife, but continued to hold it, "I knew you'd come." Turning away, he started for the stairs.
"Wait!" she called after him. "You're just gonna leave me here?"
He stopped and turned to me, ignoring her. "Let's go, Sam."
As I got up and moved to follow him, Ruby glared at us.
"Oh, oh so you're just too stupid to live, is that it? Then fine! You deserve hell! I wish I could be there, Dean. I wish I could smell the flesh sizzle off your bones! I wish I could be there to hear you scream!"
"And I wish you'd shut your pie hole, but we don't always get what we want," Dean called to her as we reached the top of the stairs.
DPOV
Standing by a table, getting our weapons ready, I looked over at Sam. We were silently working, understanding what we were going into and processing the situation. But looking at my brother, I could tell there was more playing on his mind.
As if realising I was watching him, he sighed and spoke up. "We're just gonna let Ruby rot down there?"
"That's the idea," I answered simply as I looked back down at the guns.
It was that simple. She was a demon, a bad guy. We were the good guys. We couldn't afford any distractions. She wanted things from Sam that I wasn't willing to let happen. Despite the fact that yes, he used to have abilities that came from demon blood, I did not think there was much else he could do besides what we were planned.
Ruby was lying, and that was that.
But he still believed her. "Dean, what if, uh... what if Ruby's right? What if I can take out Lilith?" When I looked up at him again, showing the anger and doubt on my face, he shook his head. "Quit looking at me like that."
"What, are you gonna give her the Carrie-stare and Lilith goes 'poof'?"
"I don't know what Ruby meant. You know, maybe we should just go ask her."
"Sam, you wanted the knife. I got you the knife." Turning away, I started for the other table where more weapons sat.
"Dean, just listen to me for a second. Last time Lilith snapped her fingers and put thirty demons on our ass, and all we got's one little knife? I mean, like you said, we go in smart or we don't go in at all."
I shook my head. "Well, this ain't smart."
"We got one shot at this, Dean. Just one. So, if there's a sure-fire way then maybe we should just talk about it."
"Sam." Walking back to him, I needed to get him to understand. "We are not gonna make the same mistake all over again."
"You said that but what does it even mean?"
"Don't you see a pattern here? Dad's deal, my deal, now this? I mean every time one of us is- is- is up the creek the other is begging to sell their soul. That's all this is, man. Ruby's just jerking your chain down the road. You know what it's paved with and you know where it's going." Turning again, I sat against the table and got back to work, avoiding looking at him.
Sighing, Sam came to stand on my side of the table, shaking his head at me. "Dean." He took a seat next to me, watching as I continued with the weapons. "What do you think is gonna happen? This is me, I can handle it."
My hands stopped working on the gun, but I still didn't look at him as he went on.
"And if it'll save you..."
"Why even risk it?" Finally looking up at him, I was met by him looking away for a beat before looking at me again.
"Because you're my brother. Because you did the same thing for me."
I scoffed. "I know... and look how that turned out." He looked away again then. "All I'm saying..." I choked up a little. "Sammy, all I'm saying is that you're my weak spot." When he looked surprised and confused, I gave a short nod. "You are. And I'm yours."
"You don't mean that. We're... we're family."
"I know. And those evil sons of bitches know it too. I mean, what we'll do for each other, you know, how far we'll go? They're using it against us."
"So what? We just stop looking out for each other?"
"No, we stop being martyrs, man. We- we- we stop spreading it for these demons." I picked up Ruby's knife, holding it out in front of him. "We take this knife, and we go after Lilith our way. The way dad taught us to. And if we go down, then, uh... then we go down swinging." When he just looked at me, I shrugged. "What do you think?"
He looked to the floor, thinking for a moment before turning his eyes back to me. "I think you totally should have been jamming Eye of the Tiger right there."
Rolling my eyes, I stood. "Oh, bite me. I totally rehearsed that speech, too."
He chuckled lightly. "So, Indiana, huh?"
"Yeah, where Lilith's on shore-leave."
"Yeah, I guess."
"Tell me something." I turned to him again. "The hell's a demon do for fun?"
...
Try as I might, Baby would not start. Looking to Sam, he was just as confused as I was, watching as I turned the keys over and over again.
Suddenly Bobby and Liz appeared at my window, not looking too pleased.
"Where do you think you're going?" Bobby held up the distributor cap from Baby in his hand.
Sighing, Sam and I got out of the car, moving to stand in front of Bobby and Liz as they waited for an explanation.
"We got the knife," I told them.
"And you intend to use it without us." It wasn't a question, Bobby knew. "Do we look like a couple of ditchable prom-dates to you?"
"No." Sam shook his head. "Of course not."
Looking from Bobby, to Liz, seeing the hurt look in her eyes, I sighed again. "This is about me... and Sam. Ok? This isn't your fight."
Bobby took a step towards me, my words hitting a nerve. "The hell it isn't! Family don't end with blood, boy. Besides, you need me."
"Bobby-"
He cut me off. "You're playing wounded. Tell me, how many hallucinations have you had so far?"
Looking down at the ground, avoiding everyone's eyes, I shifted a little, at the looks I could feel Liz and Sam give me. Then, with a short shrug, I met Bobby's gaze again. "How'd you know?"
"Because that's what happens when you've got hellhounds on your butt. And because I'm smart." with that answer, he handed me the distributor cap. "I'll follow." Turning, he walked towards his car, calling over his shoulder at us. "Don't be stopping to pee every ten minutes either."
Shaking my head at him, I looked to Liz as Sam moved around to get back in the car.
"Look-"
Taking a step closer, she glared up at me. "Don't, 'look' me. We're in this together, Winchester. You didn't like it when I ditched you, so don't do the same to me. Understand?" It was a rhetorical question. Pushing past my shoulder, she moved to the back door. "Now hurry up. Not like we've got all the time in the world."
...
"Hey, Dean?"
Keeping my attention on the road, I glanced at Sam for a moment. "Yeah?"
"You know if this doesn't, uh... this doesn't go the way we want, I want you to know-"
"No," I cut him off, shaking my head. "No, no, no, no."
"'No' what?"
"No, you're not gonna bust out the misty good-bye speech, okay?" I told him, needing things to stay the same. If he started thinking things were going bad, I'd start believing that's the only option. "And if this is my last day on earth, I do not want it to be socially awkward. You know what I do want?" Reaching over, I flicked the radio on just as Bon Jovi's Wanted Dead or Alive started.
"Bon Jovi?" Liz sounded amused and surprised.
I nodded, looking at her through the rear-view mirror with a grin. "Bon Jovi rocks, on occasion."
She smiled back at me as I began to sing along to the song.
"And I walk these streets
A loaded six-string on my back
I play for keeps"
Nudging Sam, I encouraged them both to join. "Come on."
"'Cause I might not make it back
I've been everywhere"
Finally, reluctantly, Sam started singing as well.
"Oh yeah"
Looking in the mirror again, I gave Liz a pointed look that had her rolling her eyes before she joined us as well.
"And I'm standing tall
I've seen a million faces
And I rocked 'em all
'Cause I'm a cowboy
On a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted"
The two of them were really getting into it now.
"Wanted!
Dead or Alive
Dead or Alive
Dead or Alive..."
As they kept singing my smile faded. Neither of them noticed me fall silent, my attention seemingly back on the road. But in all honesty, I wasn't in the car anymore. No, my mind was focused on too much. On the past, the future, the 'what if's'.
I had no idea what was coming for me, and that's what scared me the most.
Bamby
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Where life goes — so, too, should you
In dreams.
I found myself in a forest clearing, greeted by the wet heat and chirping cadence of the Maguuma Jungle. I'd been here before, though never in my dreams, but everything lined up. As I sat — facing west with hands stretched out on the dirt beside me — I spotted the shell of an oakheart to my right, head bowed as though in slumber. Nearby was a small mound of dirt, decaying as though tainted by some evil. A ring of flowers surrounded the taint, holding it in place.
My breathe caught in my throat when I felt someone join me — when I felt another person sitting like I was, their back resting against mine as they faced the dawn. I exhaled, trying to free the lump in my throat.
“I was once told by a wise mentor,” Tindorin of the Dawn said in a light voice, “that dawn is like standing beneath a gentle waterfall. It washes away the dirt and grime from yesterday, and lets you start anew.”
His voice alone was all it took to spring tears into my eyes, and I felt my face scrunching as my lips tightened.
“It hasn't been that easy these last few years, I'm afraid,” I whispered. “Feels like the dawn hasn't been quite as bright.”
“The clouds sometimes get in the way,” Tindorin said in an airier tone, tilting his head back to bump it lightly against mine. “But the sun is still there, shining just as bright as it always has, even when we can't see it.”
I wiped at my eyes, closing them. My rough fingers dragged against my nose and forehead as I shook my head back and forth.
“I don't know why you're here now, Tindorin. But before you go, I need to tell you — I need you to know I loved you. I’m sorry I never said it. I was never too good at family.”
“You never had to say it.” I could always hear it in his voice when he smiled. “From the moment we left that awful woman's grove, to my last day in my dear heart's arms. I always knew.”
The threat of tears seemed gone in an instant, and I pressed back against the sylvari's head as I half turned to face him behind me. I could see little more than his leafy shoulder and vibrant arm.
“You knew that fast? I've got to say, pal, that makes me feel a lot less strange about something else. Just as I fell asleep, I was thinking about you. I was nearby someone else, a new friend I've been getting close to.” I laughed. “If I'm being honest, I'd say we've become fast friends. Probably a little too fast by normal society standards.”
“From the smallest blade of grass, to the largest mountain, where life goes — so, too, should you,” Tindorin said. The words were memorized in his heart, and were spoken like a blessing. “If that path leads you to new friendships, then I'd say you're on the right track.”
He paused, and asked, “What sort of person are they?”
“Honestly? She's a lot like you. Like we were, before. I mean, she's not running around trying to save the whole godsdamn world, but she's steady and she's compassionate. She fights for something, not against it. Out duties, our mission — they align and compliment. Makes me think maybe I can do better again. She'd like that saying, uh, 'Never let a wrong ripen into evil.'”
“That sort of bond, warsinger — the kind that brings out the best in you? Well, it's hard to argue there is any better kind. Nurture this seed with the same love and compassion you showed me, and you'll watch it grow into something that continues to give you hope for a better tomorrow. That's the gift you gave me, and I cherish it.”
I stared quietly for a moment, gazing at the tangle of the jungle overhead. It seemed that as I did, the dawn Tindorin faced rose higher into the sky, filling my dreams with a supernatural warmth.
“You've got my word, brother,” I whispered. “I'll see it through. There's more trouble brewing, and... I can't afford to to be half-assed about it. And, you should know that I still carry your sword. I hope that means you'll be with me.”
“Now and forever,” Tindorin replied confidently, not without a bit of bravado in his voice.
I turned my head again, spotting his shoulder, arm and now his knee. After a moment's consideration, I lifted my hand and balled it into a fist, leaning back with it toward him. The sylvari answered with his own knuckle against mine, laughing in delight.
“Whatever the trouble is, I will always be there,” he said. “Tell me, Janto, do you still remember that song? The one I heard in my dreams?”
“Sure, I remember.”
“Will you play it with me again? It is your song, after all, and it doesn't quite sound the same if I play it by myself.” There was a flash of light behind me, and as Tindorin's hand withdrew, I saw he had in it a flute.
“You're a sap, Tindorin.”
“You don't say.”
“That pun wasn't on purpose,” I said.
“Yes, I'm very certain.”
“...shut up. How am I supposed to summon an instrument like that?” I asked.
“It is your dream, Janto.” The Warrior of Dawn let a fond, warm laugh fill the clearing.
I laughed as well, and there it was in my lap: an old, beat up guitar. But also like me, it still played.
When I later awoke, I could still feel our instruments playing in my heart.
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