#it is all intentional and if it is bait they better be prepared for the backslash of a lifetime
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Regarding some false accusations and targeted harassment by HopelessPeaches
TW: Harassment, mentions of gr**ming, d**th threats, s*icide idealization
For the past months, HopelessPeaches (also known as ThatRebelRosie on twitter) have kept harassing me and my husband Nyx with fake and exaggerated arguments. Every day she makes a post spreading rumors about how we are p*dophiles or that I hide groomers on my discord server/community which are completely false.
Even since I cutoff contact with the people from the GTC and their skype group, I tried to focus on growing up as a person and thanks to that we were able to keep our Discord server and community a safe space for people of all ages, claiming otherwise is just invalidating all the hard work people like Crystal or Pingu have done to keep our community safe.
We always tried to help our mod team and offered our support, we never forced them or exposed them to situations they didn't want to handle. None of us were prepared for the sick people we have had to confront over the years, but together we were able to take actions against them.
HopelessPeaches is obsessed with us, claiming that every action we take is to hide something or that we are trying to silence her abuse (When it's the other way around, she completely ignores the abuse I had to endure). She has gone to the extent of saying I announced Underverse 0.7 Part 2 to hide something, when I had planned to announce the animation on my birthday months ago.
She has constantly made fun of my abuse and mental health, and has stayed completely silent about all the hate messages (Including death threats) that she and her community has sent my way over her false accusations.
As I already cleared with the people on my server, I am not ignoring what I might have done in the past, and I will always live with the remorse of not being a better person from the start, I will always live with that, but I have spent years trying to become a better person and fix my mistakes to never repeat them again, both with my close circles and my followers, but having someone that I don't know, exposing my mental health problems, making fun them, accuse me of suicide baiting (Everyone that knows me knows I have struggled with this since I was a teenager), and also accusing me of a crime that I have never committed, is affecting me physically and mentally.
She is doing the same thing to me that she suffered from years ago.
This has to stop.
I am not asking for the world to not hate me, I am asking for people to stop harassing us for things that we have already acknowledged and owned fully in the past. People can change for the better, we are not criminals.
We have no intentions to send hate to these people, but this has gone so public and we have gotten so many threats that I had to address it personally.
HopelessPeaches , I don't know what exactly you want from me, or what do you expect is going to happen, but this is the last time I will ask you to stop harassing us. I don't care if you hate me or Nyx, if you want the Undertale community dies or whatever that's going on through your head. I am just asking you to leave us alone.
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Rumi is rubbing it in Sienna’s face that it’s the Year of the Rabbit, unaware that Sienna has just the idea in mind to get her to shut up. She tells the bunny Faunus that even if there’s a bunny fad as a result of it being the Year of the Rabbit, people will still prefer cat ears like hers because they’re more fun to fuck. Rumi immediately takes the bait and insists that rabbit ears make for better earfucking and declares that she’ll prove it. One trip to The Club later and they have the Malachite twins on board and the four get prepared, with Rumi going first. The twins waste no time in penetrating those fluffy ears and humping away, intent on completely emptying their balls into the rabbit Faunus’ head, Rumi soon ahegaoing and having too much cum on the brain to give any thought to Sienna snapping a picture of her stupid face before leaving.
(Late to the party since it's almost the next lunar year, but going to see if I can get some bunny content out in the next couple days/weeks! And also, it doesn't have to align with OUR Lunar years, lol...)
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, with the year of the tiger being over! Just because the rabbit is in, doesn’t mean that you all aren’t forgotten~!” Sienna Khan sighed irritably. While Rumi Usagiyama was a great warrior of the White Fang, it did not take away from the fact that she could be annoying as fuck with her need to be the best and one up everyone. And the gods help if she was teamed up with Roxanne Wolf…
She shook her head as the rabbit faunus continued to talk and talk and talk, before a wicked idea came to mind. When Rumi finally stopped speaking, she spoke, intent on shutting her up for a good while. “Please, Rumi...even if there’s a bunny fad due to the fact that it’s the Year of the Rabbit, people will still prefer cat ears like mine or Kali’s,” she flicked her ears, bringing Rumi’s attention to them as she laid out the bait for her trap, “Because they’re more fun to fuck~”
There was a long pause, but she didn’t have to wait long before Rumi took the bait and tore into it with all the subtlety of an angry puppy.
She huffed, pushing her chest out, and glared at her. “You’ve got to be kidding me! There’s no space in there for a nice sized cock! Rabbit ears have enough space for any sized cock to fit!” she purposefully made them twitch, allowing the floppiness of her ears to be shown. “They’re far superior to your cute little kitty ears, Sienna~!”
Sienna smirked in a predatory manner. “Prove it, Rumi~” she all but purred.
~
So here they were, in a back room of a packed club, a flushing and scowling Rumi kneeing between two very eager twins, both having removed their dresses, leaving them naked, their long, thick, and hard cocks, twitching and oozing precum as they both looked eager for what was to come.
Rumi took a deep breath, giving Sienna a cocky smirk. “Prove me right, girls~!” she huffed, shifting as the twins gently grabbed her by the chin and one of her rabbit ears, pressing their cock tips against the insides of her fluffy years, before-
SHUNK! Rumi’s eyes crossed as the pair thrust into her head, burying their cocks to the base in her rabbit ears, both twins groaning from the pleasure that filled them as Rumi’s jaw dropped open, her eyes twitching.
Both twins shared a look, before their hips started moving, the pair starting fast and hard, humping and fucking Rumi’s ears with wild abandon, their balls smacking her cheeks loudly as they fucked her ears fast and hard, intent on emptying every bit of cum from their balls.
Grinning, Sienna took a picture of Rumi’s face, her eyes crossed and rolled up at the same time, mouth open, tongue lolling out, drooling all over herself, and smiled to the twins. “Feel free to keep her for a night or two, girls, long enough to empty your balls well. I know that you’ve not been able to cum for the past week or so due to how busy you’ve been, so have fun~” she purred, taking another picture, this time getting a picture of Rumi’s full body, showing the massive wet spot on her lap from how wet she was.
As Sienna turned and left, she hummed to herself, knowing that by the time the twins were done and Rumi was released back, that cockiness should be nice and gone…
Who knows, if Roxanne didn’t shape up, she might be the next one she’d ask the twins to ‘help’...
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ohmygod you have GOT to write a drabble about the norrix shirtgate of march 2024 ™️ please
Oh ho ho something like this? Last night Taylor wrote some dialogue that popped into my head (as I have been doing lately), and this afternoon Taylor fleshed it out a bit.
This is more in line with a reaction to the shirt + the Instagram photo, but still, same idea and same crazy.
Lando’s just finishing toweling his hair when his phone starts ringing. It’s nine in the morning— probably Max calling to see where he is and if he can have another fifteen minutes on their scheduled meet-up time.
The caller ID isn’t Max though. It’s Martin, a selfie of the two of them from Australia smiling up at Lando from where his phone is sitting on the bathroom counter. Lando quickly counts back the ten-hour time difference and is surprised Martin’s even still awake after the long day he’s had.
Beggars can’t be choosers though. Lando slides his finger across the answer button and presses the speakerphone before Martin has a chance to say anything. “Hello?”
Lando directs his attention back to his reflection in the mirror and sets about sorting out the tangled mop on top of his head.
“Are you trying to get me to out myself?” Martin asks point-blank, sounding semi-serious. Given the hour, he could also just be tired.
Lando’s fingers pause in his hair, and he glances back down at the phone as if it holds all the answers. “In what way?” It clicks in the few seconds between Lando finishing his question and Martin speaking again. He could easily correct himself but finds he wants to hear Martin admit to whatever embarrassing reaction he had to Lando’s post.
“Those pictures? In the shirt you stole from me? You did that on purpose.”
Lando can’t help the self-satisfied and questioning hum that makes it past his lips. Because Martin's right, almost. He didn't originally set out with the intention to take the photos wearing that shirt, but Lando woke up missing Martin a little harder in his jet-lagged state than he was prepared to. So, he shrugged on the shirt he’d stolen on the tail end of their France trip even though everyone would inevitably trace the origin of it. (Lando had caught Max trying to pretend he wasn’t looking at first, but rather than put him out of his misery, Lando let him stew.)
And then they'd stumbled across the new art that hadn't been in the graffiti alley last year. Max had looked at him knowingly, suggestively, this time not hiding what he was trying to infer, and Lando had taken the bait.
Only later, as he was looking through the photos, up early again because of jet lag, did Lando decide fuck it.
He and Martin talked about their plans for the year while they were in Vietnam, zipped inside their tent for the night and alone with their thoughts. They're not hiding anymore per se, themselves or their relationship. Lando’s finished with not just posting whatever the hell he wants because of what it’ll eventually look like.
Hide in plain sight, Martin agreed.
Now Martin groans somewhat dramatically. “Menno had to take my phone. My fingers were hovering over the keyboard for too long and he caught me.”
“They were not.” Because there’s no way. If Lando didn’t know better, he’d think Martin was reacting to the more blatant thirst traps in his .mov post.
“Lando, baby, have you seen the photos? And you didn't warn me. What do you expect me to do when you’re sitting there looking comfortable and proud like that?”
Just the implication makes Lando's face warm and his chest ache. It’s at least another month before they see each other in China, and the days feel exponentially long looking at a calendar. “I expect you to be a normal human who doesn’t feel like risking it all over an aesthetic picture. At least wait until I post another thirst trap,” Lando muses. He turns to prop his hip up against the counter and picks up the phone to bring it closer to his face to pull up Instagram.
Most of the comments are normal, taking the aesthetic at face value. A few people play into the tone of the bubblegum pink hearts. A few more seem to have the nerve to call him on what he’s trying to do.
“Post a thirst trap and see what happens.”
The smile that spreads across Lando’s face hurts his cheeks. “Maybe that’s in tomorrow’s dump. Guess you’re gonna have to go to bed to find out.”
A huff of laughter from Martin’s side of the phone might as well be music to Lando’s ears. “Fine, you freak. You can tell me about everything when I’m not about to fall asleep. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Can’t wait. Talk to you later.” The line goes quiet, much to Lando’s disappointment. He swears he could talk to Martin forever and not get bored— about everything and nothing at all. When Martin calls him at the end of his day, rested and recovered, Lando’s sure he’ll hear all about how the half marathon went. He’ll be on the brink of passing out himself, but he won’t care. He’ll lay there listening and counting down the days until next time.
#don't ask me why i just like writing their phone conversations but i have approximately 5 (including this) snippets of just convos#I think the idea is to maybe do something with them eventually but here's this one for now#norrix#writing tag#lando#martin
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hii! it's me again🌷🌷
well, this night i had a dream where supervillain broke into the heroes lair and killed everyone but hero managed to escape and went to villain's house and it was like that "i didnt know where else to go" trope y'know, could you pretty please write something about this?? only if you want ofc!!!
hope you're doing well and happy birthdayyyyyy you're amazing!! <3<3
“I’m fine, I swear,” the hero said, eyebrows knit together. Aggravated, unfocused. The villain read them like an open book.
“You have just lived through a traumatic experience. You’re anything but fine,” the villain said. They stared down at the tea they had made for their nemesis. Sweet. The hero preferred sweet drinks. Would talk about coffee as if it was poison.
Smoothly, they let their eyes wander to the hero’s hand. Steady.
Hm.
They were trained incredibly well which shouldn’t have surprised the villain — heroes could be the coldest people on earth. Methodical, intelligent, calm. Who else could be capable of such a job?
A job that forced them fight others, payed them to be perfect, demanded to be obedient. No wonder most of them were just as fucked up as the villains they were fighting against.
“I’m a hero. My life consists of trauma,” they snapped but there was more to their usually cold tone.
“Ah, that’s why you’re so unpleasant.” The hero shot them an evil glare but stayed quiet. Without any other complaints, they picked up the cup of tea and drank slowly, carefully.
It was horrifying from what the villain had heard. In the middle of the night, the supervillain had attacked the lair, killing everyone but the hero. They weren’t wounded — thank god — but the villain knew they would have to deal with several symptoms of stress very soon.
The hero hadn’t been prepared to lose all their friends, despite the cold mask they put on, they had colleagues they got along with rather well. People they cared about. People worth protecting.
The villain exhaled audibly.
As of right now, the villain was the only one left for the hero and even though they were on opposite ends, had other values and morals, the villain saw how truly hurt the hero was. For a long time, the hero had had this little part in them that dipped them in darkness every now and then. And every time the villain noticed (they couldn’t deny it at this point) they pushed them to the light again.
They knew what hatred did to a person.
“When I was young,” the villain said, “like five years old, my mentors would lock me up in a tiny room with a body.”
The hero stared at them, eyes widened, horror reflecting. They nearly choked on their tea.
“What?”
“They locked me up with a dead body. Three times a week, maybe? I’d forgotten it, actually. Until I looked through my own file a few months ago.”
“Didn’t you kill your mentors?”
“I did,” the villain said. They let themselves fall onto the lavish couch as their own eyes bored into the red carpet under their feet. “I buried that for a long time. Made my performance suck.”
The hero stared into their drink. Bait swallowed.
Manipulation was something the villain found useful. Whether it was for their own secret goals or to simply destroy each other — it was an intriguing tool in their arsenal.
The story was true but the intention behind could’ve been considered cruel. Opening themselves to the hero, being vulnerable was a very important step towards gaining someone’s trust.
They felt bad and truly despicable but if they got the hero to talk about it, if they had the chance to find someone to trust, then maybe the villain could find peace on their own.
All the damage they had done wouldn’t be forgotten by one good deed. But helping the hero could make them feel a little more…human again.
“I’m not forcing you to tell me anything,” the villain said. “But carrying around all this stuff on your own doesn’t make you a better hero.”
It was sad to the villain that ambition was most likely to be this hero’s downfall.
#ecology ecology thinking about ecology gotta study more ecology—#…and botany then chemistry…gotta look over lab reports…acids…#writing snippet#heroxvillain prompt#heroxvillain snippet#heroes and villains#hero#villain#hero x villain#heroxvillain#an answer for an ask#request#h/c
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UGH ANGEL GF WITH MEANER TARU!!
Inceltaru who wants you to only talk to him! Only lok at HIM!! Imagine him seeing you interacting with a fellow angel </3 he's just so heart broken you would ever talk to someone else when he's right there!! You have to be punished for talking to someone else <33 him messing with the base of your wigs till your sobbing, ofc he just adores you but he's still has to teach you a lesson:(( or maybe he get you a costume collar with his name on it so everyone knows your his<33 maybe even something more permanent as carving his initials into your skin<33 just think of how disgusted all the other angels would be when they find out that your mats is a human and what you're letting him do to you :(( you might even be banished from the hevanly realm </33 but who care if that means more time with your precious taru even if he was so mean earlier! Humans have such a funny way of showing others that someone has a mate after all<33
-chubby darling anon who is not doing this out of force but bcs I'm silly and love my nasty little guy
bait placed and effectively grabbed YIPPEEEE my excuse to ramble abt inceltaru punishments is here!! it’s arrived!! thanks to you!! <3
cw: for blood, knifeplay, incel themes, abuse, and manipulation <3
when it comes to his adorable little angel, Ajax is… selfish to put it lightly. you’re his angel are you not? so why bother gracing others with so much as your gaze; it makes no sense to him. he does his best to drill a firm set of rules into your head but with such a sweet disposition you naturally slip up on occasion under the preface of helping others. Ajax can’t exactly blame you for it, by all means you’re a species designed to aid others, but it still builds an ugly ball of jealous in his gut and mind.
when it comes to punishments, he doesn’t frame them for what they are. he’d rather go about it explaining it as something normal that all humans do!! you would hate to be left out, right? he mumbled sweet yet backhanded praises while gently tracing your throat before fastening the collar around it. a little bit of, “this is what’s supposed to happen,” and a dash of, “c’mon pretty girl, you want to be good don’t you? so quit fussing and let me fix this up.” he’s sweet when he gently cuts his initials into you too. hands smoothing all over your plush skin and trailing kisses wherever his mouth leads him as if it’ll soothe the bite of the blade digging into your flesh. he wipes your tears off and assures you this is what humans do to show affection and ownership!! everyone does it so behave!! with that, you do even if you’re squirming and sobbing the whole time.
when the other angels see what you’ve let him do? oh, they’re horrified. you let him mangle you so eagerly without a word of defiance? rather than ostracizing you immediately, they attempt to save and help you, urging you to leave this foul human and never let him near you again!! yet, you can’t. you just love him so much that when you come back teary eyed and explaining how they want you to abandon him, Ajax his wrapped around you in seconds. he sighs and mutters about how they just don’t understand the way you do. you’re just naturally better than all of them, you get him. he’s a wonderful gaslighter!!
-☆★☆-
i’m the canon universe he’s far less subdued with punishments. there’s no need for him to beat around the bush so hard since you already know the type of guy he is; a ruthless harbinger with inclinations towards distraction and a major desire for power. he doesn’t need to manipulate the situation so hard because there’s nothing to be manipulated. it’s easy math to him, one plus one is two and you did something bad so you’re getting punished. makes sense, no?
he’s a bit traditional when it comes to these sorts of things. his first line of defence is laughing it off when murderous intent in his eyes and a firm pat to your head that clearly says ‘don’t push your luck’. if that isn’t effective, then prepare for a harsh talking to that’s full of degradation and a bruising grip on your wrists. following that it gets more… humiliating. forcing you to address him as ‘sir’ in public, making you get off on his shoe in front of new recruits, spanking you in Zhongli’s office, and so on… anything above belongs in the category of you fucked up but to a lesser degree. things like back talk, finding work arounds to the rules hes laid out, or not listening to extra orders he’s given to you. he can get far meaner if the situation calls for it.
lets say you did something to make him look a fool in front of his coworkers, god forbid the other harbingers, regardless of if it’s on purpose or not. he’ll be brandishing a small hydro blade and lurking where you least expect him. sometimes it’s in an alley way and sometimes it’s in the darkness of your shared home. you’ll be lulled into false security after he brushes it off in the moment and doesn’t immediately act on punishing you. it’s only when all you’re muscles have relaxed that Ajax slinks out of his hiding spot and presses the blade to your throat just enough to draw blood but not enough to do any serious damage. he’ll revel in the way you sob and cry as with practices precision he makes clean and almost artistic cuts across you’re whole body. Ajax is careful not to draw enough blood to actually put your health at risk but sometimes he gets close; he just adores the deep wine colour especially when it’s coming from your body. numerous degrading terms and many slices of his name will cover your head to toe by the time he’s done making you suffer. it’ll be impossible for you to move without serious discomfort so he’s quick with gliding his cock through the trails of your blood before spreading your pussy open for him to use. it’s close enough to being lube, surely!! any complaints will only make him rougher so be good from there on out. <3
#cw: blood#cw: knife#cw: incel#cw: abuse#cw: manipulation#inceltaru#incel childe#whoopsies!!#soz i got carried away#childe x reader#tartaglia x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin smut#chubby darling anon my beloved <3#chit chats
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Idk if you've written this before but may I please have some jealous riddlers 💕 thank you
Jealous? Me?
Edward Nygma X Reader
I love the way you think, anon 👀
Also, I didn't expect to go in a slightly angsty route, but hey, here it is.
💚 Arkhamverse
He likes to think he never gets jealous, why would he? It's not as if one can reach his level, match the likeness of his calibre, why, he'd laugh at the faces who think they will ever have the intention of making him feel inferior by trying their chances with you. Like I said, that's what he likes to think.
It's not that he's crazy possessive, but he is crazy possessive. Not in the objectifying way, no, he respects you to even consider you as a mere pawn, disposable whatever— you're his equal! And those who try to take his equal will be batman bait!
It's easy to spot when he's jealous. For one, he doesn't get jealous when you show clear signs of being uninterested, dismissive even, he knows not to feel shitty about himself. But when it's those he knows are better than him, as much as he denies it because he believes he's the best of the best, oh gosh he will seethe.
Those who seems to be less than he is in terms of being problematic, less bratty and irritating, extremely emotional with no proper way of releasing it without destroying a whole room and cursing your existence... Those who would most likely take care of you then you take care of them.
💚 Gotham
He will boil in silence, simmer for about a minute and be distant, then spill over, tears and all. He's angry with himself that he can't be a man who will take care of you and try as he may, he will never aspire to the level he wants.
And in his despair and inability to reflect about himself, he turns against you. He blames you for cheating on him, just as the others were doing to him. And it will take a lot to convince him otherwise.
Petty and passive aggressive.
The "Why don't you spend more time with N, clearly you like them better" type of jealous.
At this point, which of the Riddler iterations do not have self-esteem issues?
At first he'd be angry at you, then the third person, then he'd pander about why you'd rather 'hang out' with the other person, realise he might be the problem. Was he too clingy? Is it the fact he tends to be overwhelming? Then he'd start feeling sorry for himself and lock himself in a room where he might cry himself to sleep, spiral into a self-loathing bender until someone pries him out of it.
Come along to reassure him that no one will replace him and that you forgive him for snapping at you, even then the damage is done. Self-loathing, to a degree, is harmful to one's self but it's the way they handle it. He hates himself, that he wants to change himself as well instead of just wallowing in it, especially if you were there to reassure him. You don't deserve this version of him, he knows, and so he thrives to change.
He'd become more understanding of you and perhaps less jealous. There's still a tinge of it sometimes, but it's not as worse and he's working on it.
💚 Batman Unburied
Here's the fun thing— he doesn't.
First of all, it takes long for him to get into a relationship with you and the whole thing was a matter of 'Will they or won't they' due to trust issues. Because in the rogue circles, one cannot be trusted wholly. You never knew when you swore oaths to watch each others back, only for them to have a knife against. So you best be prepared to bring your gun to this knife fight.
Anyways, it took long for him to feel comfortable of the concept of commitment and comfort... At the early stages of the relationship, with zero labels, he was worried you were disloyal... Not in the "What if they're cheating on me" kind of disloyal, but "What if they're a spy sent by whoever rogue I double-crossed that is catered to my type and is planning to enact revenge on me" kind of disloyal. He's had way too many types of those relationship... Not specifically as stated above, but let's just say he's been betrayed.
But when he's tested the waters, he was happy to simply stay in it, not wanting to leave. It was the best goddamn thing and he's going to cherish it forever.
He wouldn't settle in a relationship if he has doubts about the relationship, even the littlest tinge of jealousy. When he is in a relationship with you, he knows you well, and he doesn't have to worry about anything at all.
Come on, who would be dumb and desperate to settle for those who make them question the validity of a relationship when you witness your other half interacting with another? Not him.
#edward nygma#riddler x reader#dc x reader#edward nygma x reader#dc x you#edward nigma#request#arkhamverse riddler x reader#arkhamverse riddler#Arkhamverse Edward Nygma X Reader#batman unburied riddler x reader#batman unburied riddler#gotham edward nygma#gotham riddler x reader#anon
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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Ruki [VAMPIRE ENDING]
CHAPTER MASTERLIST
ー The scene starts in the Big Hall at Eden
Shuu: ーー What’s the situation on the battlefield?
Ruki: The enemy troops have been expelled in the North, West and South. Things are going well in the East as well with Yuma and Sakamaki Ayato handling the front lines.
Shuu: ...I just hope those two don’t overdo it.
Ruki: Do not worry about that. I made sure to send Kou and Sakamaki Reiji with them to keep them in check.
Azusa and Sakamaki Subaru are in charge of taking care of our injured soldiers. Yui is with them as well, so that should be fine.
I asked Sakamaki Kanato and Laito to track down the Vibora who ran away, just in case. Of course, I told them not to take action unless necessary.
Shuu: ...Why am I still here, I wonder? You’re much better suited to be the King than me.
Ruki: Hah, talk about irony. You should know better than anyone else that I am not fit for that title.
Shuu: I just spoke my mind, that’s all.
Ruki: ...A King is the symbol of its clan. In which case, I do believe you are the best candidate, Sakamaki Shuu.
Shuu: ...An eye for an eye?
Ruki: I just spoke my mind, that’s all?
Shuu: ...Haah. You’re not as nosy as Reiji is, but you’re kind of a pain in the ass. I feel for that woman.
Ruki: Unfortunately for you, it appears she happens to enjoy that side of me.
Shuu: ...Save that sappy bullshit for another day.
???: Exactly.
ー Somebody approaches them
Shuu: ...Who’s there?
Ruki: You...! Why are you here!?
Kino: What’s so strange about that? I’m a Vampire too, remember?
I came here because I want to have a little chat with Mr. King over here. Do you have time right now?
Shuu: I don’t see why I would talk with some guy I don’t even know?
Kino: Oh come on, don’t say that! I’ve come with a tempting offer.
You might not expect it, but I’m actually the leader of a certain organization. So here’s my suggestion...
I’ll offer you my underlings as soldiers for your troops, so why don’t we join forces?
Shuu: Excuse me...?
Kino: We actually planned to take out the Vibora and the Wolves by ourselves, but that’s proving to be a little tricky.
We’re both Vampires, so why not? Let’s work together, okay?
Shuu: ...
...Very well.
Ruki: Oi...Are you sure?
Shuu: It’s not like I’ll lose anything from it. Having more soldiers to rely on never hurts, does it?
Ruki: ...
Kino: Fufu, I knew you’d understand. I expected no less from the guy who inherited Karlheinz’ powers.
Right! Why don’t we make a toast on our alliance? I’ll prepare some drinks right away! Yuuri!
ー Yuuri walks up to them
Yuuri: Here you go.
Kino: Ah, this is my aide, Yuuri! While he might not be as impressive as yours, he’s nothing to scoff at either!
Well then, here we go! Cheers!
*Cling cling*
Shuu: ...
Ruki: ...Haah.
*Smack*
*Shatter*
Kino: ...! What are you doing!?
Shuu: ...What are you playing at, Ruki?
Kino: Oh come on! What’s the intention here? Way to waste the drinks I prepared!
Ruki: Drinks, you say? ...Shouldn’t you say ‘poison’, instead?
Kino: !!
Ruki: Then there’s you, Sakamaki Shuu. Stop fooling around.
Shuu: Not really...I just didn’t mind if I died, that’s all.
Ruki: You really lack even the slightest shred of motivation, don’t you?
Kino: ...Hold up. Don’t tell me, both of you saw right through me?
Ruki: Why else do you think we agreed to your conditions? We were just baiting you to see when you’d show your true colors.
While this guy has the energy level of a sloth, he is far from an idiot. You should remember that.
Kino: ...Excuse me...? So you were making a fool out of me!?
Ruki: That’s our line. You must truly underestimate us if you thought you could deceive us with such an obvious scheme.
Shuu: So, what are you two after? My life? My powers?
Kino: ...Look at you acting all calm!
Yes, exactly! I want those powers of yours!
In this case, I’ll just have to take them by force! Yuuri! Back me up!!
Yuuri: Roger.
Shuu: ...Just when I thought I was lucky for not having to directly fight those Vibora, here I am facing a Vampire instead.
Ruki: Need some help?
Shuu: Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to. ーー No thank you.
Ruki: ( ...You truly are the rightful King, Sakamaki Shuu. )
( I cannot survive without having someone lend me a hand. ...However, that is fine. )
( I am powerless and weak. That is why I live together with my family. )
Monologue
ーー Three days later.
The Vibora troops had completely withdrawn,
from both Eden,
as well as the Vampire’s territory.
Ruki-kun told me,
that if Shuu-san as the current King,
were to continue showing his commanding power,
the ongoing chaos should gradually come to an end as well.
As he spoke those words,
all distress he showed in the past had completely faded away,
and I could tell,
that he had acknowledged Shuu-san from the bottom of his heart.
ーー However, even with the war coming to an end,
and the situation at the Demon World stabilizing.
Eden did not return,
to its former magnificent state.
Even so, Ruki-kun told Shuu-san,
that he wanted to continue watching over the castle,
which he always wanted to protect for its many memories it holds,
until the day it crumbles apart.
Shuu-san gave him permission to do so,
and I ーー without a moment of hesitation,
decided to stay behind here together with Ruki-kun.
ー The scene shifts to the World Tree
Ruki: ...
ー Yui walks up to him
Yui: Ruki-kun. You’re here again? You could always read inside as well...
Ruki: It’s most pleasant to read over here. I’m sure you’ll understand what I mean if you join me. Now, come over here.
On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.
“I didn’t think we’d get to spend time together in peace like this again. ...I am eternally grateful for the fact that I was able to overcome that obstacle and once again live happily with you and my brothers.”
“When I look at this picture, it’s almost like I can hear their voices.”
Yui: Guess what? We got a letter from the other guys. Look, it even came with a picture.
Ruki: ...Seems like they’re doing well. Are they managing by themselves?
Yui: Seems like Kou-kun is busy with his job as an idol again.
That’s why Yuma-kun is trying his best to cook, while Azusa-kun takes care of the laundry.
Apparently they take turns to do the cleaning...
Ruki: They suck at both cooking and cleaning after all. I guess they haven’t changed in that regard.
Yui: We received a letter from Reiji-san as well. Here you go.
*Flip*
Ruki: ...Seems like there’s some developments in the case I told you about.
Yui: The one about the Ghouls?
Ruki: Yes. Seems like everything is finally ready to have them move to a new home.
Monologue
Ruki-kun actually made one more request,
to Shuu-san.
This being for the Ghouls,
to get the chance to move away from Rotigenberg,
and allow them to live,
on the Vampire’s territory.
While things seemed rather chaotic on their part,
now that Kino-kun and Yuuri-san are no longer around,
that only lasted temporarily.
While Ruki-kun claimed,
that he did not do this as some kind of atonement...
I do believe that deep down,
he is kind of worried about his biological dad as well.
To Ruki-kun,
that man is just as much real family.
Yui: Want to go meet him...once things have calmed down?
Ruki: ...No, I don’t intend to. Right now, I’m a Vampire, not a human nor a Ghoul.
As a Vampire, Karlheinz is my one and only Father.
It’s just...I do wish for him to be able to live in peace. In this World, at least.
Yui: ...I see.
Ruki: I’ve been thinking about this for quite some time. While I did consider that man to be my Father, I also viewed him as some sort of deity.
I believe the more I thought that way, the more I made a God out of him.
That’s when I realized. While our situations were completely different, I believe that man had plenty of struggles of his own.
Just like how I always tried to reach the ideal my brothers had set up for me...I believe he also tried to live up to the expectations of me and his other faithful followers.
Right now, I truly believe he suffered.
Yui: ...Perhaps, yeah. That’s just far too heavy of a burden to carry by yourself after all.
Ruki: Yeah, it was for me, at the very least. I suppose that man was the only person actually capable of doing so.
I already had my hands full protecting my family.
However, perhaps it’s the fact that we live while supporting each other which makes us a family.
Yui. Will you continue to be there for me?
Yui: Of course. We’re family after all.
Ruki: ...I think you might be thinking of the wrong interpretation of ‘family’?
Yui: Eh?
Ruki: While you are family, we’re not siblings. ...Do you understand what that implies?
I want you to support me as my wife. That’s what I’m trying to say.
Yui: Wife...Nn...!?
*Rustle*
Ruki: ...Nn....
*Smooch*
Yui: I-I...haven’t given my answer yet...
Ruki: We’re family, aren’t we? Then I don’t need to hear your answer.
I wouldn’t go as far as to call myself indebted but...You’ve always been the one saving me up to this point.
That’s why from here on out, I want to protect and support you instead.
Yui: ...I feel the same way. I want to protect you, and be there for you.
Ruki: We’re as similar as ever, aren’t we? ...However, that’s exactly why I like you.
I love you, Yui. Let’s live together...as a family.
ーー THE END ーー
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Jang Uk x Jin Buyeon/ Naksu imagine
A/N:
Spoilers ahead!!!
I uhhh don’t know what the hell I did here but I just finished watching episode 4 of season 2 and next thing I know, this came about. Really it’s just because I’m obsessed with this show, this couple, and the chemistry these two actors have together. So please enjoy! Much love!
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It was cold, Jang Uk realized, when a shiver swept through him. It’s not like it was something he wasn’t used to. Wraiths swarmed him far more often than not these days, so cold wasn’t something foreign to him. What was off was the empty space in his bed. Cracking one eye open, then another, he blinked against the sunlight until he was finally able to make sense of his surroundings. He reached across the space as if it were going to summon her. His wife. Jin Buyeon.
She must have left some time during the night, Jang Uk thought, No matter. He’ll go find her. She had to have been in her room. As he gathered himself to stand he found that he felt much more refreshed than previous nights. Odd. He hadn’t a decent night’s sleep in three years, but after visiting the cliff site where Mudeok had passed, he felt lighter. Guilt and sadness still lay heavy on his shoulders, no doubt, but the intensity had diminished.
With the bustling of servants milling about the house, Jang Uk was surprised to find himself smile just a little as he made his way to Buyeon’s room. She had stayed the night and comforted him. She had trusted him to keep her safe during the Queen’s banquet even after learning he’d only been nice so he could use her as bait for the soul shifter. She had been blindsided by his entire plan and still, Buyeon had played along as if she’d known the entire time. He had played her for a fool and gotten her hopes up and he winces at the memory of her smile when he’d called her pretty.
He stood hesitantly outside her room, wondering if maybe he should knock first or announce himself and then barge in. After all, she is his wife, and she’d certainly not been shy in her intentions with him. Just as his hand reached out, the door slid open, a stoic Jin Buyeon on the other side. He didn’t seem to notice as he allowed a grin to spread across his face at the mere sight of her.
“Good morning,” Jang Uk greets her. She only nods once without saying anything and he finds himself suddenly nervous. “Have you um, eaten yet? Maidservant Kim can have—.”
“Jang Uk,” Buyeon whispers his name and it makes him tense. “I…will be leaving for Jinyowon.”
His brows furrow and he wonders if maybe her mother sewed more of the tracking thread somewhere on her body and it was causing her pain again. It’s not possible though, because he destroyed that thread. Then again, Lady Jin always knew how to get what she wanted.
“Is your mother calling for you?” He asks with an exasperated scoff. “She really doesn’t give up. I’ll go speak with her and tell her that she can’t—.”
“I am choosing to go on my own.” She still doesn’t look at him. Rather, her eyes stay fixed on the wall behind his shoulder. Almost as if she didn’t want to see him at all.
“For how long? Maidservant Kim is preparing our wedding ceremony as we speak. I’m sure she’d love your help.”
Buyeon inhales sharply as tears sting her eyes but she refuses to show him. After he’d kissed her last night and then fallen back asleep, she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he had imagined kissing his first wife. If he’d wished she had been Mudeok/ Naksu. If he’d simply tired of being lonely and used her once more as a distraction. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, almost painfully at the thought of never being who Jang Uk needed the most. “I’m not,” she hesitates and he steps forward, leaning in close to hear her better.
“Not what?” Jang Uk feels his chest seize in panic and he swallows roughly. Tired of being looked through rather than at, he gently presses his fingers underneath her chin to tip her head back. When she finally meets his eyes, his breath catches. She’s angry, he realizes, and upset, and looking at him like she’d rather be locked back up in that room in Jinyowon than be anywhere near him right now. “Buyeon.”
“I’m not coming back,” she clarifies with a solidity that makes Jang Uk step back as if he’d been slapped across the face. With the sudden loss of contact, she nearly falls forward but manages to catch her balance. She squares her shoulders and holds her head high. “I will go back to Jinyowon and live the life I was meant to. You…have finally found your peace, I presume, young master. We’ve caused so much trouble for selfish reasons, and we must restore order. We have to—.”
“What will you do then?” he snaps, interrupting her this time. His hands ball into fists and shake with anger. “Will you stay locked up in that room because your mother says so? Will you marry someone who will make you live a life in solitude and do nothing but bear his children?”
“My mother’s fear of losing me has already happened,” Buyeon reasons, “therefore I don’t believe that is the life she subject me to. She won’t take the chance of me running off once more. If she wishes to confine me in that room, she understands now how much I am willing to risk to be free.”
“Of course,” Jang Uk sneers and stalks forward, slamming the partition shut behind him as if it were going to keep the servants from hearing their fight. “And will you simply go on with a broken memory so long as you have your damn freedom? No divine powers, no memory, and only a shell of the priestess you’re meant to be. Is that the life you truly wish to have?! Then go! Be the heiress of the Jin family, but know this much, you will never really be free of your mother and that prison cell she calls your room.”
Buyeon rushes back as he takes heavy steps toward her until he finally crowds her against a pillar. “Jang Uk, you—.”
“You,” he seethes with heavy breaths, swiftly cradling her face and forcing her to look at him once more, “think I will stand idly by while your mother parades around Daeho like she’s succeeded in taking you from me?”
Her breath hitches. She’d known how fiercely protective Jang Uk was of his first wife, everyone told her as much, but for him to speak that way about her made her heart ache. He wants something from her, that much has been clear ever since they met. He needs her divine powers otherwise he wouldn’t be so adamant in her regaining her memories. “I’m nothing but a pawn to you, Jang Uk. I’ve known that since day one but last night when you used me as bait—.”
“You were never in danger, Buyeon,” he insists, pressing her back into the wood. “Park Jin went to your mother last night to make sure of it. I have my pride, yes, but I am more than willing to toss it aside in order to keep you safe. The Queen and Jin Mu are after something and they intend on using you to get it. I figured that out yesterday.”
“Was any of what you said yesterday at all true?”
Jang Uk is taken aback. Yesterday, Buyeon had been subjected to maidservant Kim’s antics of finding the perfect dress and finest jewelry for the banquet. He’d come home in time to catch her in one of the beautiful dresses the servants had helped her into. He’d called her pretty, been coy, and encouraged her to gloat about his affections for her, if only to get what he wanted in the end. But he had meant it. She had been beautiful in the dress, he did want her to wear the family crest, and he did want her to gloat to young lady Yun-Ok and the rest of the women at the banquet. Because despite his mistreatment of her after finding her with the Yin-and-Yang jade, and the way he lied to her face, she’d stood by him and his decision to use her.
“Goodbye, Jang Uk,” Buyeon says and shakes her head, shoving him away so she can leave. “Please tell maidservant Kim and Mr. Lee that I am grateful to them.”
“After everything, you will just walk away?” Jang Uk questions. “You can think all you’d like that you have the upper hand against your mother, but you know as well as I do that she will always be one step ahead. Okay, sure, let’s say you’re right and she doesn’t lock you away again. She won’t allow you to roam freely, nor will the man she intends to marry you off to. I may not be honest with you all of the time, but Buyeon, I will never restrict you. Not the way Jinyowon will.”
Buyeon spins on her heel, intent on telling him just how wrong he is even if she herself doesn’t believe it, when she collides with his chest, strong hands gripping her arms tight. She’s locked in place, frozen, as Jang Uk descends on her quickly, pressing his mouth firmly to hers. Just like last night, he kisses her with an emotion she not dare think him capable of feeling for her. But she kisses him back anyways, because his hands turn gentle as he cups the back of her head, tilting her chin up and forcing her to lean into him. Her hands rest on the sides of his waist and he knows. She won’t try to leave him again. Because if she really wanted to, she would reject him and make sure he knew how serious she was.
“Lady Buyeon, are you alright?” Maidservant Kim shrieks as she throws open the door. She gasps and puts a hand to her mouth, turning away from the couple. “Oh, my apologies. Mr. Lee said he heard shouting coming from Lady Buyeon’s room. I didn’t realize you were home, young master Jang.”
“It’s alright,” Jang Uk soothes her worries, dropping his hands from Buyeon’s face. He steps back to give her some room, fighting a smirk at the way his wife blushes. “Please have some food prepared for us. Lady Buyeon and I have much to talk about this morning.”
With that, he nods at both women and leaves the room while maidservant Kim and Buyeon both scramble about. He hears Buyeon stutter her way through an excuse while maidservant Kim tries her best to make it seem like catching a married couple together was no big deal.
#alchemy of souls#alchemy of souls imagine#alchemy of souls season 2#alchemy of souls spoilers#lee jae wook
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I Quit (Pt. 3)
Warnings: Ransom being Ransom
A/N: Reader insert version found here. The Thrombeys’ opinions are NOT my own. Thoughts in italics. 18+ only due to smut and dubcon situations. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.
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Chapter 3
It had been a few days since the Thrombey family dinner. Elizabeth welcomed the return to her mostly quiet routine. Grateful that those nights didn't usually happen more than once a month. The whole family seemed to have a flair for the dramatic and only interested in their own image. Hiding their misery behind luxury and fake smiles. How Harlan spawned such a bunch, she'd never know.
Elizabeth was sitting at the kitchen island, enjoying her drive-thru lunch. Because let's face it, she cooked for a living, and sometimes the greasy fast food hit the spot. An added bonus that it involved no work on her part. It's like they say, food tastes better when prepared by someone else. She found that all the more true on days she felt exhausted or moody.
She nearly choked on her cheeseburger when an unknown figure appeared in her peripheral vision. The man strode past her without a glance, straight into the pantry. The sound of drawers opening and slamming shut seemed extra loud as the stranger rummaged around. An angry voice rang out, “Who moved the damn cookies?”
Who does this guy think he is destroying my kitchen?
Elizabeth firmly answered, “I did.”
The kitchen invader stepped out, seemingly surprised to see an unfamiliar face staring daggers at him. Although the apron clued him into her position here. “Where's the old broad?”
“I assume you mean my predecessor, she's retired. I'm Elizabeth. I’ve been working here for a few weeks now.” She pointed her chin behind the man, “The cookies are on the bottom left.”
Instead of returning to the pantry, he moved closer to her, “Elizabeth, that's a lovely name.”
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, “I'll be sure to tell my mom you approve.” She recognized him now from the family portrait hanging in the parlor. “I assume you're Hugh.”
His face lit up, “Smart girl.” His eyes scanned her from head to foot, openly ogling her. “A pretty girl like you can call me Ransom, though.”
This time her eyes rolled without her permission. “Is that supposed to make me feel special?”
Ransom didn't answer. Instead he leaned over the island, snatching a french fry. He made a show of slowly bringing it to his mouth and eating it, daring her to say something. She wanted to slap it out of his greedy hand. Or maybe shove the whole lot down his throat. She wasn’t sure.
“Well, it's been fun, but I have to see my grandfather. I have an important matter to discuss with him.” He sucked the salt from his fingers. “Maybe I'll swing back after so we can chat. Get to know one another better.” He winked at her, walking out with a swagger and a smile.
What an ass.
Was he cute, absolutely. But Elizabeth was all too familiar with narcissistic jerkwads like him. Her school was full of them. She refused to let him get to her.
Fran had told her Ransom liked to show up whenever he felt like it, stir the pot, then slink off into the darkness after he had his fun. His family took the bait every time, so he delighted in causing them any amount of misery or aggravation he could. She also mentioned how he and his grandfather seemed to thrive in having a go at one another. Pissing the other off was their favorite pastime, but they loved each other dearly. The relationships in this family were beyond dysfunctional.
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A few hours later, Ransom made his way back into the kitchen, intent on seducing Harlan's new chef. The old man put up a fight, but eventually caved in to his demands. He always did eventually. Too kind to let his first grandkid suffer through life and legal battles alone and without a new car. A few choice words, a few rounds of Go and he was putty in his hands.
Now it was time to get something else he wanted. He paused, leaning against the doorframe, quietly observing the young chef while she chopped vegetables. She looked so innocent, so unbothered. Poor thing didn't know what she was in for.
It was quite sexy watching her work. Smiling to himself, Ransom closed in on her, wanting a better look. The shk shk shk of the blade hitting the cutting board didn't falter. It was a bit hypnotic, her expert hands made it look so easy. He wondered what else she could do with those hands. Promising himself he’d find out.
“You'd look better with your hair down.”
Elizabeth didn't bother looking up at the attractive nuisance. He was so close that whatever expensive cologne he wore filled her nostrils, distracting her. “That's not a good idea while I'm cooking.”
“So grouchy,” Ransom pouted. “You should be nice, smile more. I'm sure you have a beautiful smile.” She turned her head to glare at him. That was not the reaction he wanted. What would it take to get her to play? “You realize one word from me and my grandfather will fire you?”
“Do YOU realize I'm holding a big ass knife?” She waved the blade for emphasis.
Ransom held his hands up in surrender, backing away dramatically. “Take it easy there, Killer. I was just being friendly. It wouldn't hurt ya to do the same. You might actually enjoy it.” The shit eating grin remained plastered on his face as he exited.
No, but it very well might kill you, asshole. Not wanting to lose her position, Elizabeth smartly chose to not speak that part out loud. Just in case.
A breath she didn’t realize she was holding released upon hearing the front door slam. He was gone. She got back to the task at hand, but would be lying if she said her mind didn’t start to wander.
Damn he smelled good.
Chapter 4 (Coming Soon)
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Whumptober Day 21 - Vows
Izuku had plans.
Big plans.
But when he wakes up with a head stuffed full of cotton and a headache behind his eyes, they all start to unravel. Getting up nets him nothing but a coughing fit and the knowledge that his throat hurts, too. And the thermometer cheerfully beeps to warn him his temperature is 38.5.
He meets his eyes in the bathroom mirror and grimaces in the harsh light. He's somehow washed out and flushed bright, his curls starting to stick to his temples with fevered sweat. He runs shakey fingers through them and groans. That just makes him cough again, the sound loud in the small space. His head throbs.
It's ok, he reasons with himself when he's regained his breath. He's off today and they have enough cold and 'flu medicines in the house. He can sleep it off. His plans are still safe. He purposely doesn't look at himself again as he collects everything he'll need and escapes the bathroom.
Getting to the kitchen proves more effort than expected but his reward is tissues, medicine and a glass of water. As he passes back through the living room, though, instead of going back to bed like he planned, he ends up on the couch. He wraps himself in the blankets off the back of it and tucks himself in, already half-asleep. He's slept on this couch dozens of times, it's comfortable and, more importantly, closer than bed.
He think he manages to text Katsuki before he knocks out, but he can't be sure.
Xxxx
He wakes to the sound of the door, half catching Katsuki's "Tadaima."
"Oka-" He barely gets out half of his response before he's doubled over with another coughing fit.
So much for feeling better.
He's vaguely aware of clattering and a raised voice but he can't really hear anything over the ring in his aching head or the sounds of his ragged coughs. Warm hands catch his shoulders and he blinks up to find Katsuki looking down at him, brows pinched and lips pressed together.
"You ok now?"
Izuku nods, rather than bait another fit right now. Katsuki eases him back down onto the couch and lets him catch his breath. His expression relaxes a little but then turns disappointed:
"Why didn'cha tell me you were sick?"
"Wha- But... I thought I did?" Izuku croaks, fumbling his phone out from where it's been buried in the blankets. And true enough the text is there. But he'd never hit "send".
"Oh..."
Katsuki, looking over his shoulder, shrugs it off:
"Whatever, you look like hell so I assume you fell asleep mid-text?"
Izuku hums. A hand presses against his forehead and it's cool enough that Izuku leans into it. Katsuki clicks his tongue.
"You're burnin' up. Did you take anythin'?"
"Mmhmm. Paracetamol.....8 hours ago..." Izuku replies, bemused at the time on his phone screen. He hadn't realised how long he'd slept. He still feels exhausted, despite that.
Katsuki grunts an acknowledegment and Izuku prepares to be scolded for missing a dose. But Katsuki just stands and grabs Izuku's empty glass.
"Back in a sec. D'ya want anythin' else?"
Izuku shakes his head, the idea of eating or drinking anything other than water is...unappealing...
Katsuki eyes him in that critical way Izuku knows to mean he'll have to eat something later but he says nothing else, just heads to the kitchen. izuku lets the sounds of anotehr person, his person, moving around the apartment soothe him. He doesn't notice himself falling asleep until Katsuki nudges him, holding the glass out expectantly.
"Oi, sit up for a sec. You gotta take another dose."
Izuku complies and swallows the pills with a wince.
"Throat hurt?" Katsuki asks.
"Yeah..." Izuku sighs. He's intent on lying back down but Katsuki stops him. Katsuki plops down on the couch behind Izuku and opens his legs and arms for Izuku to nestle into. Izuku wants nothing more, but the thought of making Katsuki sick makes him hesitate.
"You won't, Izuku," Katsuki mutters, reading his mind. Like always.
And Izuku is too sick to argue, so he eases himself down until he's resting against Katsuki's chest. His heartbeat is slow and strong and Izuku lets it soothe him, alongside the hand running gently through his curls.
After a moment, Katsuki shifts underneath him in what must be a shrug.
"Guess we're not goin' anywhere tonight. D'ya need me to call and cancel?"
It's nonchalant enough but Izuku can sense Katsuki's disappointment and it resonates with his own until he's blinking back tears and nodding. He's already messed everything up, he can't cry on top of that. Plus, it'd make his headache even worse.
He drifts a little while Katsuki speaks to the restaurant, not keen on hearing his plans fall apart completely even though he knows it's an inevitability now.
"Done," Katsuki murmurs, setting down the phone and tugging Izuku even closer.
What did he do to deserve him?
The tears threaten to come back but Izuku breathes through it under the guise of getting settled.
"'m sorry, Kacchan," Izuku whispers, apology catching on a sniffle. He scrubs at his face, catching Katsuki's grimace before he hands him a tissue.
Blowing his nose, Izuku adds the tissue to the steadily filling bin and lets Katsuki coax him back to rest against his chest.
Izuku sinks into the warmth
"Oi, it's 'in sickness and in health', right?"
Izuku hums, but then the actual implications of what Katsuki has said hit him and his breath catches. It triggers another coughing fit and he doubles over. Warm hands brace his shoulders.
"K-Kacchan?"
"What?"
His ears are red.
"Did you mean it?"
"course I did," he grumbles.
Later, Izuku will blame the fever, but now he scrambles to his feet, croaking out an apology when a stray elbow or knee must catch Katsuki in the gut.
"Where the- GET BACK HERE!"
Izuku hears Katsuki get up to chase him down but he's intent on one thing only. He skids in his socks, knocking against the bedroom doorframe with an "oof".
"Nerd, I swear to-STOP!"
But Izuku already has the sock drawer open, rooting in it until his hands close around his intended prize.
Hands grab his biceps and spin him forcefully. But the exertion of everything catches up to him in a swoop of vertigo and the spin turns more into a brace as Izuku's knees go wobbly.
"Steady, idiot. You ok?"
"Y-yeah," Izuku croaks but it comes out more like a question.
"What're you playin' at?" Katsuki squeezes his biceps, worried red eyes scanning over Izuku's face and oh Izuku loves this man so much.
"Marry me," he blurts, fumbling the small box he's holding into Katsuki's line of sight.
Katsuki stills and for a heart-breaking second Izuku thinks he's somehow made some kind of mistake. But then he huffs a chuckle, rolls his eyes and the bracing hold on his biceps turns into something softer. And Izuku knows his answer before he says it, can read it in the gentle smile that crinkles Katsuki's eyes. His heart soars.
"Course." Katsuki says it like it's the easiest thing in the world, like he's certain, like he'd known-
"You knew..." Izuku wonders.
"Yeah," Katsuki admits with a little chuckle. "You chose your sock drawer as a hiding place."
"It's- I didn't think you'd look there," Izuku protests, wincing as he remembers his sore throat.
"Izuku. I do the laundry," Katsuki teases but it's fond and Izuku can feel himself melting into his arms from something other than his fever. Katsuki just holds him tighter. Like he always has; supporting him in his weakest moments.
"You gonna put that on me then?" Katsuki asks, jerking his chin at the ring box Izuku had honestly all but forgotten in the excitement.
"A-are you sure you don't want to do this...properly?" he croaks, hazy brain finally catching up to the idea that maybe a snotty, half-dazed proposal in the middle of their bedroom wasn't the best idea.
Katsuki just shrugs, though and steps back enough to hold out his hand. He's still smiling.
"Nah, this is good."
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Hi, my-mt! Do we have any confirmation that the predicted one-year time jump takes place between 11x23 and 11x24? Or it will happen mid 11x24? If 11x24 is all set on the future, the d*nnie tunnel scene on 11x22 might really, actually be the last nail in the shipbaiting coffin! The final battle would take all of 11x23, one last episode full of action and tension and death, with few or none room to romantic scenes if we get the Gimple way of storytelling. Kang gave us a whole "preparing to war" episode on S10 (the "I never gonna hate you" episode), but I don't think we can expecte another one of these with Gimple interfering on S11. So, following this line of thought, d*nnie could be completely shut down tomorrow and caryl would go full canon just right before the time jump on the end of 11x23 or on 11x24 after the time jump.
The tunnel scene has to serve some purpose and I was hoping it would wrap up this arc that's been dragging out for two seasons, but if the only goal is to make sure everyone still tunes in for the finale, then the ship baiting will continue (at least) until then. The argument about there not being enough time for Donnie could be applied to Caryl too unfortunately.
I don't know what the better sleuths out there are speculating about the time jump, but I always assumed there'd be an epilogue at the end of 11x24, which poses a big problem if that's where canon is happening. With Gimple doubling down that everyone's story will have closure (and yes I know we have to take what he says with a grain of salt), it makes me wonder again if the spinoffs are supposed to take place in the time jump. But if there are any plans to fold Carol into those, her story with Daryl wouldn't have any stakes. We wouldn't get to see them explore the new depths of their relationship. It would just be more of the same.
Anyway, I feel like I'm being a dick to you when you're just trying to be hopeful, so major apologies for that. Not my intention at all, just thinking out loud :) I really do hope Caryl fans have something to be happy about soon. It's been rough.
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HEART'S REDEMPTION - CHAPTER 12
*Warning: Adult Content*
“You know, this could be a good thing,” Ian Foley says.
“With no demons to worry about, you can take your time and decide what you really want to do.”
Sam Asato and Ian are sitting on a bench outside Toni’s garage.
Next to them on the right, a vending machine hums loudly but otherwise the only sounds are Toni’s mumbled chants as she spreads lines of some kind of powder around her shop and the intermittent whoosh of cars passing by on the road beyond.
It’s a warm day and Ian has bought them each a bottle of water from the vending machine.
Ian is sipping his and Sam’s sits unopened between then, sweating condensation in the warm air.
Sam looks over a Ian, squinting against the early morning light.
Ian is leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees, auburn hair shining red in the sun.
The muscles of his powerful shoulders are visible through his tight shirt and Sam wants to lean against his broad back and fall asleep there, breathing in his scent and soaking up the comfort of his living warmth.
“What do you mean... ‘What I really want to do’?” Sam asks, turning away and watching Toni work.
Now she has a little bag on a string she’s swinging around as she walks. Ian lifts one shoulder in a shrug.
“You know. I mean, you don’t really have relatives in Alaska, do you? If you don’t have to run away from Karin anymore, you don’t have to stick with me. You can go anywhere you want.”
Sam chews at his bottom lip.
“I can’t tell lies, you know? It’s a demon thing,” he says.
“Some of us have a reputation of being liars when actually everything we say is true. It’s just that humans are really good at hearing what they want to and bad at asking questions.”
“So what? You really have family waiting for you up there?” Ian asks Sam who frowns at him.
“I never said I did. I said I had relatives. My mom’s ancestors are from Alaska, so I’ve got relatives up there somewhere. Just really distant ones.”
“Tricky little shit,” Ian says but he is smiling.
Then his expression gets serious again.
“Anyway, I just think you should think about other options. It’s not that I don’t want you with me. It’s just... I think you would be better of with someone like Toni... someone who can protect you and keep you safe. If you have a choice besides me, you should take it.”
Sam feels a little spark of panic at Ian’s words.
“You’re forgetting the pact,” he says, quickly.
“I can’t leave you until we complete it.”
“Sam...” Ian says, running his hands through his hair a few times.
“I guess we can talk about it later, when this is all done.”
Ian gets up and wanders over towards his truck.
Carlos did a good job patching it up, apparently and he’s been over to admire the repair work several times already.
Carlos joins him now and soon they’re absorbed in an easy conversation about trucks and cars and things and Sam is left to entertain himself.
He tries to read a few automobile magazines to see if he can learn anything about the subject, thinking it might give him something to talk to Ian about later but all he learns is that it bores him silly.
Finally Toni finishes her preparations and joins Sam on the bench.
“Are you ready for this?” She asks.
“I think so. It’s not like I have to do anything, right? Bait just waits until something comes to get it.”
She continues to watch Sam for a moment, so intently that he can’t help feeling self-conscious.
“What?” he asks and Toni tilts her head to the side.
“You’re just so... unexpected,” she says.
“When I first meet you, I was ready for a fight. You’ve got this huge demonic aura...”
She holds out both hands, about three feet to either side of him. “
That makes me think you are some kind of monster and then it turns out you are something else. I’m still trying to figure you out.”
“You and me both,” Sam says, looking back towards where Carlos is showing Ian something in his truck’s engine.
Carlos leans in close, purposely brushing his arm against Ian’s and Sam feels himself getting warm with indignation.
At least Ian isn’t encouraging him.
Although, I reflect, there is no reason he shouldn’t.
I’m the one who forced the pact on him, interrupted his life and almost got him shot.
If not for me, he’d be happily on his way to Alaska right now, not waiting for demons to show up at an exorcist’s auto-repair shop.
“You and Ian... you are... friends?” Toni asks Sam, who shrugs.
“I hope so. We just met and I’ve never actually had a friend before, so I guess I don’t really know. But I think it’s starting to feel that way.”
“Hmm,” she grunts.
“What?”
“Nothing. I guess I’m just... surprised. It almost makes me feel bad for you.”
“Gee. Thanks,” Sam mumbles.
Maybe Toni is a crack exorcist and a great mechanic but her people skills suck.
Sam closes his eyes and leans his head against the side of the building at his back, feeling the warm sun on his face.
The air is almost still and a little stifling, until a pleasantly chilly breeze drafts over his skin.
Then it turns downright icy and Sam’s eyes snap open.
There’s no mistaking that feeling.
Somethings here and it’s close.
He can’t see it exactly but he can sense it’s presence and he can tell it’s something dark.
“Toni?” Sam says, grabbing her sleeve.
“I sense it, too,” she says, tracking something with her eyes.
“It’s big.”
“But it’s incorporeal,” Sam says, nodding.
“What’s it planning to do?”
The answer to his question comes a moment later.
Carlos straightens suddenly, turns and bends down, picking up a large wrench from his tool box.
As he turns back, Sam sees a mass of black tentacles where his face should be.
“Ian,” the young demon/human hybrid screams in warning as Carlos raises the wench in a skull crushing blow.
Ian turns and sees Sam pointing and turns back just in time to dodge enough that the wrench lands on his shoulder and not his head.
Still, Sam hears something crack and Ian cries out in pain and falls to his knees.
Carlos raises the wrench again but Ian ducks and rolls to the side holding his right arm to his chest.
Without thinking Sam runs to him butt Toni is faster.
She sprints past him, knocking into him as she does, sending him sprawling onto the gravel.
Sam winces as it shreds his knees and palms but he is quick to scramble to his feet, thinking to help Toni restrain Carlos somehow until she can exorcise and trap the demon.
Instead, he gets to his feet in time to see Toni kick Ian square in the head.
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The Other Evans Girl [Part Forty Six]
Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauder’s Era]
Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character, Sirius Black x Daisy Evans, James Potter x Lily Evans
Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, Daisy Evans, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Jasper Thicknesse, Barty Crouch Jr, Mulciber, Walden McNair
Word Count: 7283
Rating: Mature
Summary: Hogwarts is a safe haven, a home for many, but it’s often a place where heartache, love and complex emotions dwell and none know that better than the Marauders. Lily Evans just wants to make it out as a successful witch though the oncoming war and the ongoing advances of James Potter threaten that. Daisy Evans, her twin, has other goals. Join the Evans sisters as they make their way through Hogwarts, prepare for war and eventually find love.
Tags/ Warnings: Hogwarts, Friends, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Marauder’s Era, Teenage Angst, Babies, Weddings, Dating, Crying, Loss of Virginity, First Wizarding War, Love, Kissing, Teenagers, James Potter is a bit of a dick, Hogsmeade, 1970s, Fighting, Loss of Parents, Grief, Babies, Injuries, Gore, Harm, Christmas, The Potter’s Mansion // Daisy’s Dress // NYE Lily’s Dress // NYE Daisy’s Dress // Lily’s Ring // Daisy’s Ring
Notes: Okay so we're nearly done. It's going to be fifty chapters [forty nine and an epilogue] and end with them finishing school. I will be doign short fics following glimpses of that happens in the main story line
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The end of summer came as fast as they all do whether that was because it was their last official summer break before they left school for good or that once Remus and Peter landed at the Potter’s things became a lot more chaotic Daisy didn't know. What she did realise was that rest became the enemy with the group trying to fit as many activities in per day before they were confined to the castle and wetter, wilder weather conditions. Still she didn’t let James, Sirius and Lily get their way entirely and insisted on a couple of days spent lounging around the house, playing in the games room or sunbathing on the back lawn. Admittedly the sunbathing had more to do with the reaction her and Lily’s bikini clad forms got with James’ tripping over himself, Sirius far more affectionate than he normally was with an audience and Peter desperate to look anywhere but in their direction. At the end of the day Daisy had an ongoing tally with Remus and the pair of them were actively baiting the boys into increasing their scores by a look here or a touch there.
It was a nice change from the chaos. An easy-going afternoon which varied drastically to the one they’d spent in Diagon Alley getting this year's school supplies. The day had started out like every other trip they’d done in years previous. They had managed to get their new books from Flourish and Blotts and new potion ingredients from Mr Mulpepper’s Apothecary but as they had headed into Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour they found it virtually empty when it should’ve been crammed full of students and general shoppers. Instead Alice sat alone behind the counter - not rushed off her feet as they were accustomed to seeing her when they visited at the height of summer.
‘Oh thank god! Hi guys,’ she said as she heard them enter, leaping up from the stool she’d been sitting on though she still remained behind the counter which encased dozens of tubs of brightly coloured delicious looking ice cream.
‘Hey Al. Happy to see us?’ Daisy chuckled, the first one in and close enough she could give her a hug over the counter as the others offered their various greetings though admittedly only the twins seemed intent on saying a proper hello with the rest surveying the various flavours as they entered a hushed debate.
‘Too bloody right I’m bored stiff,’ she said, ‘what can I get you?’
‘Well we want you if you can spare a minute,’ Lily smiled.
‘Or ten,’ Daisy added.
‘We thought we could have some ice cream and hang out here for a bit. We don’t have to head back for another hour or so,’ Lily explained, ‘if that’s not a problem.’
‘Shouldn’t be we’re hardly rushed off our feet are we,’ Alice said gesturing to the empty shop. It was long and narrow with booths and tables that could house up to six people lining each wall and yet it was empty bar from a couple of school kids Daisy recognised from the fourth year sitting by the window and a mother with her toddler who seemed very intent on smushing his ice cream cone directly onto the tabletop rather than into his mouth which made her keep having to redirect him, muttering cleaning spells every twenty seconds to prevent the wooden table from getting sticky with strawberry ice cream. Finally she caved and took him and his cone out into the alley so that the debris could litter the cobbles instead.
Given it was a summer’s day she had thought it odd it was so quiet. Normally Alice would only be able to spare ten minutes here and there, longer if her dad and brothers were working too, given that the shop was the perfect pitstop for families gathering their school supplies for the new year, as they were, or just for kids to hang out when they had nothing to do in the holidays. However she didn’t have time to dwell on her uneasiness for long as James swanned over, evidently the first to make his choice on what ice cream he wanted, as he said, ‘in that case I’ll have two scoops of the raspberry ripple and a butterbeer please and whatever everyone else wants.’
There was some arguing after that with everyone trying to stuff his galleons back in his pocket but he forced Alice to take it, threatening to put it in the till himself and use a sealing charm. Everyone knew he was bluffing but the warmth of an August day made it hard to find the energy to argue with him and so one by one they gave Alice their orders and then plonked themselves in a large booth by the window opposite the one the fourth years had just left. As the boys started to talk, very quickly getting into a conversation about the new flavour Mr Fortescue had cooked up, apple crumble and custard which Peter had opted to try, Daisy watched Alice. Whilst their orders scooped themselves into their respective cones she ran each item through the till which was no different to any other summer except this time there was no queue twenty deep excitedly waiting for her to get done or impatiently tapping their feet as they listened to their children whinge and whine about not getting their ice cream quick enough. Mr Fortescue was not behind the counter running the show as normal to ensure patrons were seen to, paid and out of their seats once done to prevent bottlenecks. There was no squabbling between Alice and her brothers as they got in each other’s way behind the small counter and where her youngest brother would normally have been wiping down the table next to them he was nowhere to be seen leaving the job to Alice though If someone else were to come In there were at good dozen tables they could opt for before they got to the one beside them still messy with empty cups and ice cream spoons. Daisy was so lost in her thoughts she didn’t even realise Alice was now coming towards them, their ice creams nestled in a silver cone stand that she placed down on the table in front of them.
‘Those two are yours,’ she said gesturing to the end two for Daisy and Sirius to pick up, ‘Pete that’s yours. And the rest are all the same. I’ll just grab the drinks.’
‘I’ll help,’ Remus said, sliding from the booth so he could help Alice bring seven bottles of butterbeer back to the table which they doled out amongst the group. Once everyone was seen to Alice dragged a chair up to the end of the booth and took a seat beside Daisy.
‘There we are,’ Alice said, picking up her own ice cream and taking a lick as she sat down.
‘Thanks Al,’ Lily said.
‘You’re welcome,’ Alice said, taking another quick lick of her ice cream before she added, ‘I’m just glad of something to do.’
‘Slow day huh?’ Daisy asked, a niggle in her stomach even though her words were joking.
‘All days are slow these days,’ Alice sighed.
‘What did you do, give someone food poisoning?’ James joked earning a couple of chuckles here and there but Alice’s face, which was normally bright and hopeful, fell making Daisy’s unease deepen.
‘Haven’t you heard?’ she asked curiously.
‘Heard what?’ Daisy asked.
‘About the robberies,’ she said, causing a sea of confused faces.
‘What robberies?’ Lily asked worriedly. Alice sighed.
‘Dad said they’d been trying to keep it out of the papers,’ Alice muttered though as she realised everyone was still waiting for her to explain she didn’t say anything and merely used her ice cream cone to point to the shop over the road. As far as Daisy could remember it had been an old antiques shop full of weird and wonderful wizarding artifacts – things that no doubt Euphemia would buy on a day out shopping and stuff on a shelf or end table to fade into the background even though the price would be eye watering. Now however it was empty. The large windows were dusty but clean enough to make out that there was nothing but the counter inside. No vases and lamps in the window. No ornately carved furniture cluttering the tiny aisles of the store. Just four walls barren of anything and a marble counter servicing no one.
‘What would someone rob the antiques shop for?’ Peter asked curiously.
‘What do people normally rob shops for thicko,’ James said, rolling his eyes.
‘Yeah but you can’t exactly apparate with a wardrobe up your sleeve,’ Lily reasoned, making Peter smile smugly at James who looked away and started to angrily lick at his ice cream, unaccustomed to Lily taking someone else’s side.
‘What did they take?’ Sirius said, ignoring their little spat, too intrigued at what had been happening in their world whilst they’d been enjoying a blissfully ignorant summer.
‘No one seems to know,’ Alice said, pulling her gaze from where she’d been staring at the empty shop, feeling the same worry she did every time she thought about what had happened just a stone’s throw away from her home, ‘they’re not really taking anything of value. I mean there were at least a dozen things they could’ve taken and flogged from the antiques shop and they didn’t. It was kind of like they’re looking for something.’
‘Like what?’ Sirius asked.
‘Merlin knows,’ Alice muttered.
‘You don’t think you’ll be next do you?’ Daisy asked worriedly as images of the Fortescue’s lovely parlour being ransacked ran through her mind.
‘Dad doesn’t seem to think so,’ Alice said.
‘Why not?’ James asked.
‘Yeah maybe you shouldn’t be in the shop on your own,’ Remus said, his eyes flicking to the back of the shop.
‘I’m not dads in the back but there’s been no point in having us all out-front working. Geralds even gone and got a job in the ministry to make up for the money we’ve been losing out on,’ Alice said. Daisy frowned. She liked Gerald, Alice’s older brother, but she knew he wasn’t the official type. It had always been the plan that he’d stay on and take over the family business when the time came so for him to have to go and work somewhere else spoke volumes. She wondered why they hadn’t seen any of it, how dire the situation was. Over the summer they’d kept an eye on the prophet but between articles about the Chudley Cannons winning the league and adverts for Fleamont’s Sleekeazy Hair Tonic there wasn’t any clues that anything had been a miss.
‘Still if it’s been random,’ Remus reasoned.
‘Well my dad doesn’t think it is,’ Alice said sheepishly, ‘every shop they’ve attacked the owners have been…’
‘Muggleborn,’ Daisy said queasily.
‘Or half-blood,’ Alice said, confirming her suspicions that this wasn’t just a speight of robberies and something rather more sinister. She swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the lump in her throat as she said, ‘it’s the death eaters isn’t it.’
‘No one really knows who it is,’ Alice said, not relieving her unease at all, ‘they’ve either wiped people’s memories or made it so they’re blinded when things are going on. In and out within ten minutes but like I said that’s because they’re not really taking anything.’
‘So it’s for whatever they’re hunting for?’ Peter asked.
‘Or panic,’ Sirius muttered bitterly.
‘Either way it’s working. The alley has been the quietest I’ve ever seen it,’ Alice said looking glumly out the window. Where the street would normally be bustling with people passing by the window every single second now it was one every minute or so and even then it was at a hurried pace as if they didn’t want to be there. Daisy wondered how they hadn’t noticed it when they were out on the street, too busy enjoying themselves she reasoned.
‘We didn’t even notice,’ Lily said sadly.
‘Too busy talking,’ James said, using his free arm to wrap around her shoulders and pull her to him. Lily smiled at him sadly.
‘It’s all anyone has been talking about here,’ Alice replied sadly.
‘But why not put it in the papers? Why keep it a secret?’ Daisy asked.
‘Don’t want to create mass panic I expect,’ Remus said.
‘But we should know what’s going on in our community!’ Daisy said indignantly, ‘what these pillocks are up to.’
‘But they can’t link it to anyone,’ Alice replied, ‘it’s horrible but they’re sneaky. Frank says they are seeing more and more muggleborns going missing but again it’s the ones that don’t have any family and few friends. Their muggle families don’t even know they’re missing because they live within our world and have lost touch or whatever.’
‘What about their friends?’ Peter frowned.
‘Yeah I mean we’d notice if one of us went missing,’ James said.
‘They do that’s who’s been reporting them missing but the ministry haven’t been doing much so told. They keep talking as if they’ve just gone back to muggle life or something,’ Alice said.
‘They wouldn’t do that,’ Lily said firmly.
‘But what would they gain from getting rid of them? I mean it doesn’t sound like they’re important or anything,’ James said, earning a stern glare from both of the twins and a kick in the shin from Sirius which made him back track, ‘I didn’t mean it like that! I mean they’re obviously not high up in government or people of influence. Surely it would make sense to harm someone like the minister or-’
‘And show their hand early. Think about it, they’re getting something out of it if everyone is talking about it,’ Remus said.
‘People are terrified,’ Alice corrected, ‘Dad can’t wait to send me back to school under Dumbledore’s watchful eye.’
‘I bet,’ Peter said.
‘Which is why he’s not thrilled I applied to be an auror,’ Alice said, looking nervously around the group as she took a self-conscious sip of butterbeer. Daisy felt floored by the revelation but only because it wasn’t something she’d seen Alice being interested in. James and Sirius felt like a natural fit. They were quick thinking, clever and personable. Even Frank seemed a better candidate even if he was more mellow than the boys. But Alice felt too nice. She was clever of course and worked well with others but to Daisy she felt out of place.
Evidently Lily had the same feelings as she said, ‘what? When?!’
‘Early summer,’ Alice said, looking towards Sirius and James as she explained, ‘I know you two applied early but Frank helped me do the application and they offered me the exam. I know what it sounds like but well it’s the right thing to do isn’t it with how it’s all headed. Hardly going to be of use scooping rum and raisin when the alleys gone to ruin.’
‘It doesn’t sound like anything,’ James said, ‘sounds like you know what you want and went for it. Besides, it sounds like the ministry could do with as many sane people as they can get.’
‘James is right,’ Sirius agreed, ‘better you taking a slot on the team than Snape or someone like him.’
That was something Daisy had to agree on. And listening to her explain made it make sense. Of course Alice had thought about helping in whatever way she could. Knowing it was a hard toll and maybe not what she had planned didn’t deter because she was too good hearted. Unwilling to let good people be hurt when she could do something about it. That was the Alice she knew.
And though it didn’t feel great for Daisy to think of not one but three of her friends signing up to be practically on the front lines when this thing got to blows there was solace in her words. It wasn’t happening yet. They still had another school year to at least try and delay the inevitable. Another year in a safe haven. Even if it did house mini death eaters they’d be being watched this term better than the ministry was watching actual death eaters it seemed. At least people still had faith in Dumbledore.
Daisy was busy thinking about that, it had been something she’d scarcely been able to stop thinking about even throughout their remaining days at the Potter’s and the train to Hogwarts. Even now sitting at the Gryffindor table in the great hall watching terrified first years be sorted into their houses it took precedence. So much so that she didn’t realise Sirius was in a world of his own too until she caught James’s eye across the table and watched his gaze flit to his friend and back to her. Daisy followed where he was staring, finding his narrowed gaze locked on the Slytherin table across the room, moving up and down as if he was counting each and every one of them.
‘What is it?’ she whispered as another first year was called up to the front and scurried to put themselves under the sorting hat McGonagall was holding.
‘Nothing,’ he said, looking away once he realised he was caught. Daisy said nothing but tugged on his sleeve impatiently which made him look at her irritably before he relented and muttered, ‘Reg isn’t here.’
Daisy and James, who’d been listening in, immediately looked in the direction of the Slytherin table to see if they could spot the familiar high cheekbones or luscious long locks of the other Black. James even craned his neck to look right at the end up near the doors earning himself a hissed, ‘stop looking would you,’ from Sirius.
‘Sorry,’ he said sheepishly as he turned around and leaned in just enough that he could hear what was being said without being caught in conversation by any of the teachers. Daisy pretended to look back at the sorting ceremony as she muttered, ‘where do you think he is?’
‘Who knows,’ Sirius said, far too casually given how much she knew he cared.
‘You don’t think they’d still be mad about what happened last summer do you?’ she asked, risking a look at him and finding concerned grey eyes looking at her.
‘He failed though. Barty Crouch got the blame,’ James reasoned.
‘And the glory,’ Sirius reasoned.
‘But you don’t think he’d be in trouble, right?’ Daisy asked. She didn’t like Regulus but it wasn’t exactly personal. It was mostly on Sirius’ behalf, for the turmoil he put him through. Even if he did believe the rubbish they spouted it was only because he’d been in the cooking pot longer. Sirius had gotten a chance to escape. What were the odds two of them were going to have that chance? Especially if your personality didn’t lend itself to being outlandish and daring, like Sirius was, she could see why wanting to fade into the background or appease their gorgon of a mother may have its appeals.
‘With my parents definitely,’ Sirius grumbled.
‘But with him, he who must not be named?’ Daisy urged.
‘I don’t know Dais,’ Sirius sighed exasperatedly, ‘I doubt he’d even be bothered; I mean he’s just some school kid.’
‘But he’s gonna be one of them,’ James countered, talking out of the side of his mouth as he felt McGonagall’s beady eyes on them. He waited for a moment watching as the final first year was called and sorted into Hufflepuff by which time Dumbledore stood and spoke, his usual mantra of welcoming the students though none of them failed to notice a mention of vigilance, preparation and comradery which he linked in with exams though they doubted it had anything to do with sitting their NEWTs.
So as he declared they all tuck in James leaned in fully looking at his friend as he said, ‘if he’s going to be one of them why bother coming back?’
‘What else is he going to do?’ Daisy asked, after all Hogwarts was her safe haven why not his even if he was playing for the other side.
‘I’m just saying if they want him to prove his worth or whatever after having failed they’re not going to want him here to do it. I mean what’s he going to do? It’s not like he could get away with anything Dumbledore has to be watching him,’ James said.
‘But to not come back at all would be mental!’ Daisy protested. James shrugged and leaned back in his seat so that he could transfer a humongous piece of battered fish onto his plate as Peter started to talk to him. Daisy looked worriedly at Sirius who shrugged too.
Of course he knew he shouldn’t care where his brother was. The line had been drawn in the sand far too long ago but he had to admit he would rather him here than wherever else.
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Dinner lasted around an hour giving everyone ample chance to mix around the tables and get reacquainted with friends from other houses before they were shipped back to their common rooms ready to get an early night for the start of lessons tomorrow morning. Yet as the benches screeched back and hundreds of students began to filter out Sirius was stopped by a hand on his shoulder and turned to find McGonagall standing amongst the sea of first years moving past her in order to keep up with Lily who would be leading them to the tower.
‘Everything okay professor?’ he asked, feeling Daisy stop too, watching them curiously.
‘Would you please come with me Mr Black?’ she asked. Sirius hesitated and looked to Daisy who seemed reluctant to let him go alone fearing it was something to do with Regulus’ absence but she knew there was no arguing so she merely said, ‘we’ll meet you in the common room okay?’
‘Yeah, see you,’ Sirius nodded before he followed McGonagall who parted the sea of students effortlessly away from the entrance to the great hall and through a door behind the teachers' table. He followed her down a staircase and into a large room he recognised to be the trophy room as it was laden with cases, cabinets and tables full of various shields, cups and medals. He’d been in here before, usually in detention, except where he’d normally been left to his own company whilst scrubbing each inch of metal clean Dumbledore was here. He stood with his back to him, perusing the names on various trophies in a glass cabinet on the other side of the room and he didn’t even turn as they entered though Sirius was sure McGonagall’s shoes clicked along the floor loud enough to get his attention. She didn’t say anything, offering him no more than a nod before she hurried back upstairs leaving him watching his professor waiting for him to acknowledge his presence.
‘These trophies could do with a good polish. I dare say they’ve been sorely neglected given the absence of detentions over the summer,’ Dumbledore announced, breaking the uncomfortable silence which Sirius silently thanked him for. He was looking at him now, his blue eyes peering over his half-moon spectacles as he took Sirius in. It made the boy straighten up self-consciously. He had an inkling on why he was here but the silence and small talk was making him nervous. Dumbledore didn’t seem bothered and continued, ‘it seems to be a particular favourite of Filch.’
‘Yeah I’m aware,’ Sirius said, realising how snippy his tone sounded only once it was out his mouth forcing him to smile in order to soften the edges of his words. Dumbledore smiled, ‘I bet you are. Though I can’t help but notice your incidences of detention have decreased considerably. Mr Potters too. Must have some good influences.’
‘Must do,’ Sirius said, his mind wandering to Daisy. The old man had a point considering that since he and James had started dating, well for Sirius since he had become friends with Daisy, they had spent considerably less time in detention, too preoccupied to get in trouble.
‘Perhaps though I find even the most adventurous boys can become the most refined and sensible men,’ Dumbledore mused.
‘Sir?’ Sirius asked though he was tracking the praise enough for it to make his cheeks heat up.
‘I expect you’re wondering why I’ve brought you here,’ Dumbledore asked, moving forward to look at a trophy on a table closer by. The pivot was enough to knock Sirius off kilter but he recovered well and replied, ‘well I thought I might be in trouble but to get in bother this early would be a record even for me.’
‘Quite,’ Dumbledore agreed, lifting the lid and looking inside a gold trophy before back at Sirius as he said, ‘I don’t know if you’ve noticed your brother is not present this evening.’
‘I have,’ Sirius said, feeling his gaze weightier than expected as if he was waiting for him to give him something. A clue of where he was or upset at his absence. Sirius tried to keep his face neutral.
‘I have received an owl informing me that he will not be attending Hogwarts until after the Christmas break,’ Dumbledore said. Though his mind was buzzing immediately, Sirius tried again to keep his expression unbothered, offering little more than a, ‘Sir?’
‘It seems he has been on a holiday with your father to France which they have had to extend,’ Dumbledore explained.
‘Oh,’ Sirius replied, his mind spinning. Of course he’d been on holidays before but they were never like the ones James or Peter took. They were all about networking. Days of boring dinners and parties whichever family member had opted to host them. And his mother would never dare let them miss school for socialising. To thrive in high society was all well and good to risk them falling behind or failing, or more accurately giving them an excuse to blame anything other than their own lack of intellect or discipline, was not a concession she’d ever make.
‘Unless there was a reason,’ a voice in the back of his mind whispered. Sirius shivered inwardly because the voice had a point, if she was condoning this there must be a reason for it and all of them couldn’t be good. He must have gone quiet, the worries in his mind evident on his face as Dumbledore said, ‘bitter are the wars between brothers.’
‘I never chose war,’ Sirius said indignantly. Dumbledore smiled softly and said, ‘no, of course not but sometimes war chooses us and we must all accept the call when it comes.’
‘How if we’re not allowed to prepare?’ Sirius asked, again irked by the old man’s penchant for words rather than actions. It was all very well asking people to prepare for war but what was the point if they weren’t given the tools to do so.
‘Panicking people and preparing oneself are not the same thing,’ Dumbledore countered.
‘Professor?’ Sirius asked, the thread of the conversation quickly unspooling between them.
‘Not all of us are made to be soldiers,’ Dumbledore explained though Sirius still wasn’t following. The older man didn’t seem to care as he checked his pocket watch before looking back at Sirius and gesturing to the door he’d come through as he added, ‘you should go. Be with your friends, I’m sure they are waiting.’
Sirius didn’t argue and muttered goodbye before he trudged back up the stairs he’d come down. The great hall was empty now, the lamps burning lower than they had been and the sky a deep blue colour as night fell though the stars and firelight glinted off the polished wood of the long tables. Sirius hurried through the hall and up through the castle until he was safely through the portrait hole. His friends were all up and waiting for him when he got into the common room. They’d commandeered the old ratty couch and armchairs by the big fire. James and Lily were draped over one another on one end of the couch providing just enough room for Alice and Marlene to squash in at the other end. Peter had taken one chair, his plump form leaving little room for Remus to squeeze in beside him as they might have done in years gone by. Then again, Remus’ lankiness didn’t really lend itself to squeezing into anything these days and so he lay out on the floor, his bones being warmed by the fire which was a welcomed relief as it was coming up to the full moon.
Daisy had taken up the other chair, moving over once she saw him enter no doubt expecting him to slot in beside her but Dumbledore’s chat had stirred up an unease inside him, one that meant he didn’t fancy sitting down here and being interrogated. Though he knew there was no getting out of it, even if he gave them the condensed version, and so went to sit next her but instead opted to perch on the chair arm.
‘What did Dumbledore want?’ James asked, jumping on the question quicker than anyone. Sirius shrugged, ‘just to tell me Reg isn’t coming back until after Christmas.’
‘Really?’ Daisy asked.
‘Yeah,’ Sirius said.
‘Did he say why?’ Lily asked.
‘Some trip out of the country with my father,’ Sirius replied, that knot back in his stomach.
‘What do you suppose that is?’ Remus asked as he pushed himself up off his front until he was sitting up, his legs crossed in front of him. He looked as though he was ready for a discussion but Sirius wished he’d stay put because he didn’t really feel like getting into the long and short of it.
‘Who knows,’ Sirius said casually.
‘I expect it’ll be damage control appeasing what’s his chops,’ James speculated. That was exactly the conclusion Sirius had gotten to on his way up to Gryffindor tower and yet when the words came out of his best friend’s mouth it somehow felt so much worse. He didn’t know what it was but the flippancy of James' words irked him. This wasn’t just soldiers moving around a board. Army generals deciding who would be put on the front lines and who wouldn’t. These were real people. His brother. Regulus was a child and because of him he was now god knows where doing god knows what.
‘But at least he’s back after Christmas right?’ Alice reasoned, ‘that’s good isn’t it.’
‘What for?’ Marlene asked.
‘At least here he’s being watched,’ Alice replied.
‘I doubt Sirius’ mother would let him out of her sight as it is,’ Peter chopped in.
‘Yeah but her idea of what’s right is a bit skewed isn’t it,’ James said. With that Sirius felt his tolerance for discussing anything dry up and climbed up off the sofa causing all eyes to fall on him as he said, ‘I’m going to bed.’
‘It’s still early,’ Daisy said but he didn’t look her way.
‘C’mon mate it’s the first night back,’ James reasoned.
‘I’m tired,’ Sirius said irritably and before anyone else could throw their two pence worth in he muttered goodnight and headed for the stairs.
As he trudged up the stone staircase and into his dorm he sighed. He knew he was being unreasonable to feel annoyed at Dumbledore for not letting them prepare for a fight and simultaneously want to bury his head in the sand just because the subject matter hit a little close to home. But the others didn’t understand. They didn’t know what it was like to know how rotten his family was and still feel the innate urge to defend them. It was one thing for him to snipe and berate his harpy of a mother or his snob of a father but to hear others do it hurt because even if they were abhorrent people they still didn’t want him. To not be wanted was one thing, to not be wanted because you were too moral was another.
He was busy throwing on a t-shirt, happy to get out of the stiff uniform his friends had already dispensed of for the night, when there was a quiet knock on the door before it opened and Daisy popped her head in. He smiled at her but continued to change as she came closer, loitering by the edge of his four poster. He could feel her watching him worriedly but tried to ignore her. He knew she meant well but he had no doubt when she looked at him with those big green eyes and asked him to tell her what was the matter he would. And that meant dealing with these feelings himself.
‘Are you okay?’ she asked quietly after a moment of watching him get changed, angrily throwing clothes back into his trunk.
‘Fine,’ he muttered, not looking up.
‘Pads,’ she said, ‘we said no secrets, remember?’
‘I’m fine Dais,’ he said, finally looking up at her, his grey eyes lighter than they had been downstairs. It wasn’t a lie technically. He would be okay after a minute to think and it wasn’t like he was hiding anything from her as he had told them everything he knew. She still didn’t look convinced so he gave her his most reassuring smile and added, ‘promise.’
‘Okay,’ she said without confidence, ‘I’ll leave you be.’
Sirius watched as she turned and headed to the door. She had barely gotten five steps before the guilt kicked in and he found himself saying, ‘you don’t have to.’
‘I don’t mind,’ she lied.
‘No it’s okay,’ he said, ‘I want you to stay.’
Daisy nodded and moved to sit on the bed, peeling her jumper off and kicking her shoes somewhere under his bed as he moved to set up the record player. His was still at home, doomed to stay there forever, and though this technically belonged to Daisy the moving it between her bedroom and his had eventually gotten too much of a kerfuffle and so it had taken up permanent residence on Sirius’ bedside table, her ever-growing stack of albums in a box under his four poster. He was careful when considering his music choice. Slow and melodic wasn’t his normal choice but he needed time to think and it wasn’t exactly easy to do that with the sounds of Rainbow thrashing in his ears. Eventually he landed on Cold Spring Harbour, rousing romantic revelations peppered in between melodic piano solos.
Daisy waited for him to climb onto his bed before she moved to sit beside him, her head on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around her. And to his surprise his mind that had been whirring since realising Reg was further away than the other side of the dining hall fell silent other than the sound of their breathing and the tinkle of piano keys.
Daisy said nothing but traced soothing shapes on his cotton clad chest. After at least a song and a half Sirius finally spoke, the calm she’d provided making it easier to speak of everything he’d been thinking of though he didn’t dive straight into it instead just muttering, ‘he hates traveling you know.’
‘What?’ Daisy asked. She hadn’t been expecting him to speak and was too busy listening to the sounds of Billy Joel as they floated through the air.
‘Reg, he hates sidelong apparition and flooing. Makes him sick,’ Sirius muttered. Daisy knew this was just the start of whatever he wanted to get off his chest but she still couldn’t hide a sound of surprise at the revelation. She’d never thought about wizards having trouble with inherently wizard things. After all, weren’t they supposed to be better at things like that given they would have been doing it since childhood. Then again she supposed it was only like Petunia growing car sick on their family holiday to Wales. Sirius didn’t seem to notice her surprise and carried on, ‘when we were little, I remember one time we had to go to my aunt's house, mother sent us alone with Kreacher.’
‘Kreacher?’ Daisy asked, faintly aware she’d heard the name before though she couldn’t place it.
‘Our house elf,’ Sirius said.
‘Oh yeah I remember,’ Daisy muttered, recalling him being mentioned when Sirius had discussed his childhood which was rare. By all intents and purposes Kreacher had done most of the rearing. The black children left to their own devices until being shown off like prize cattle.
‘Loves the bones of my mother and detests the rest of us mere mortals,’ Sirius sniped, ‘anyway we landed in their drawing room and I could see he was seconds from spewing so I ‘accidentally’ fell into an expensive Ming vase and endured a twenty-minute lecture so that she wouldn’t spot him vomiting in one of the plant pots.’
‘That was nice of you,’ Daisy said, though none of it sounded that nice. It made her think of days off school where her mother would allow her to lay on the couch with a bottle of Ribena. She’d sometimes even get to watch tv if she was lucky and a trip to the doctors would almost always be followed by a trip to the sweet shop at the end of the high street provided she didn’t tell Lily or Petunia what spoils she had got.
‘Yeah so nice it got me a tanned arse from my father once we got back,’ Sirius grumbled, ‘still I can’t imagine he’d be any different these days. Him or my father which doesn’t bode well for traveling wherever they are.’
‘You really think he’s traveling?’ she asked doubtfully. Of course she didn’t know what was going on but why would they be traveling? What use would Regulus be if they were sent on ‘official’ business. She couldn’t exactly see him pulling off one of the robberies or helping someone ‘disappear’.
Sirius was quiet for a moment whatever it was weighing heavy on his mind before he answered, ‘in a way I hope so. Even if whatever he’s up to is on his behalf…because what’s the alternative? Being stuck in that god awful house not being able to do anything one way or the other.’
‘Pads?’ Daisy said, her heart aching for how forlorn he sounded about the whole thing. He’d never really spoken about his childhood much other than sarcastic drole or disgust that he quickly swept under the carpet. But Daisy knew that was because every time he did it hurt him. As tough as he was on the outside being the black sheep of a bad family still wounded him. Even if he had the Potter’s who showered them all with love and affection it wasn’t the same as your own parents – that she understood though it in a way she guessed it was easier for her because her parents weren’t absent through choice. They hadn’t abandoned her on purpose.
‘Yeah?’ Sirius murmured.
‘You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,’ she started offering him the decline if he needed it, ‘but is it really that bad? Was it that bad?’
‘Remember your first day at school?’ Sirius said, making her brow furrow as she wondered where he was going with this.
‘Yeah?’ she replied.
‘How did you feel?’ he prompted. Daisy thought back to the first day of Hogwarts. It was such a whirlwind of excitement, anticipation and awe that had left her exhausted but eager to start in the wizarding world. But she had also been a bundle of nerves too. Everything was unfamiliar and strange with every quirk of the unknown hitting her for the first time and a good few weeks after as she settled in.
‘Nervous like I didn’t know what I was doing but excited at the same time,’ Daisy answered honestly.
‘That’s what my house is like only without the excitement and the good bits,’ Sirius replied.
‘What do you mean?’ Daisy asked, pushing up so that she was sitting, so that she could scrutinise every plane of that handsome face. She didn’t know why, probably because she was scared she was pushing him too far and was ready to retreat if needed, but he allowed her to and sat up with her. Sirius shrugged.
‘You never know what you’re gonna get. What little remark or look will annoy my mother or infuriate my father. We were made for show, two perfect sons to be looked at with no thought or free will and well I ruined that when I came here and got sorted into Gryffindor. Made it worse by becoming friends with half-bloods and blood traitors,’ he said, the last bit devolving into the sneering voice he often used when pretending to be his mother, ‘I bet our relationship would send my mother to an early grave.’
‘I’m sorry,’ Daisy said, feeling as though she was an imposition though she didn’t know why. Sirius snorted, ‘what for? It’s not your fault. It’s not mine either.’
‘Bet it doesn’t always feel like that though,’ Daisy reasoned, making his reassuring smile fade to a look of sadness.
‘No, but I’m glad it’s this way. As shit as it could be I’d rather be who I am, with my people, than part of something just to fit in,’ he admitted. Daisy nodded though she couldn’t help but have more questions. She believed him of course. After all if she hadn’t almost gotten herself killed she would’ve never been part of this either but still she couldn’t help but wonder about Regulus. Lily had been pulled along by her sister into a different world and yet Regulus stayed stuck in the depths of dark wizards, unable to see the light through the trees.
‘What is it like for Regulus?’ she asked after a beat, ‘is she different with him?’
‘Yeah and no,’ he said, ‘when we were kids we were treated the same but Reg… he just wasn’t as tough and well weakness isn’t something my mother treats with kindness.’
‘So that’s why you protected him?’ she probed.
‘Kind of. It wasn’t really protection, more distraction and once I got to school he lost that. I was a lost cause by then an unruly kid failed to be straightened out by school,’ Sirius said.
‘Maybe he saw what happened and was too scared to follow,’ Daisy said. Again Sirius shrugged, ‘maybe. I mean he plays the part of mummy’s perfect little soldier well enough.’
‘Maybe it is all an act. Maybe once he’s of age he’ll see sense,’ Daisy said though there was little belief in it.
‘Maybe. That’s if my parents don’t make him do something daft beforehand,’ Sirius said grimly, ‘maybe they’ll see he’s not fit for war like Dumbledore does.’
‘What did Dumbledore say?’ Daisy asked, if she was being honest she’d forgotten they’d even had words, Sirius and his hellish relations front and centre of her brain.
‘Not really sure. The old codger barely makes sense at the best of times but he basically yammered on telling us we should carry on learning as we have been doing,’ Sirius said, taking her hand in his as his thumb danced across her tanned knuckles.
‘But they told us we can’t have the club anymore,’ Daisy said.
‘Not a club per se more like us, the boys, Mar, Alice,’ Sirius explained, looking up at her, ‘Dumbledore wants us to carry on for some reason. I think we should.’
‘Me too,’ Daisy agreed.
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she is exhausted from everything going on . the constant training , the endless talking and strategy as they prepare to enter the arena . all of the physical exertion is weighing on her heavily , especially as the mental aspects have started to close in as well . the idea that she and riff would be entering a place where they would have to fight other people to the death . . . and even worse , the unthinkable idea that only one of them could go home . . she felt like all of it together would shatter her mind eventually .
she was leaving training with the intent to nap while she waited on riff to sneak in when she was cornered by snow . coryo was an interesting boy and definitely fancy with all of his capitol connections , but he didn't hold quite the appeal the other tributes seemed to think he did . she had heard many of the girls saying they were jealous of how handsome her mentor was but lucy personally thought his hair was too blonde and his eyes were too bright . unlike riff who was darker in all aspects .
still , she didn't mind snow . in a different world , they might even be friends . but she knew riff didn't care for him . he thought coriolanus had some strange crush on her which she found amusing . he had his pick of capitol girls what would he want with district trash like her ?
' oh , coryo . I didn't notice you . ' she says as he grabs her arm and leads her to a shadowy corner in the hallway . he asks urgently how she is - noting the dark circles under her eyes . he even goes so far as to brush a finger over the left one before dropping it just as quickly . she's startled but doesn't move , more out of the exhaustion in her body than anything else . ' I'm doing alright , worried about the arena . I've never been much of a fighter . '
his next words surprise her - you'll do better than you think you will . and if you can get past his . . . demeanor you should try to stick near the district twelve male . nobody had made a link between the two of them and they had been careful to make sure nobody would . it could be dangerous if the careers noticed something passionate within them . they could be baited against each other and if there was one thing lucy would try to do in that arena it was make sure that riff survived - especially if she could do it by not endangering him . he wouldn't agree , of that she was certain . but once they were there - it didn't much matter .
' he's . . . tough . ' she hedges her words carefully , not wanting to seem too eager at the sound of riff being brought up . ' I don't know that he would want to be associated with me . we don't run in the same circles back home . ' she smiles a little , knowing that's a lie . better safe than sorry . he's an idiot then , I'd want to get to know you . Snow is too close to her now and she hedges a step backwards , not wanting to offend but not wanting to lead him on either . her heart was taken , but he could very well be a help to her with sponsors . ' Perhaps if I win we will have the time to do so . ' and perhaps you can help me save riff when the time comes .
#i have to leave soon but I had to do this#me giggling to myself because I know riff would LOSE IT hearing this#☾ ` written in the stars ; lucy gray answered .#angelsweeps
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Here’s to 1Ndings, hopefclly.
I have said I need help. I have recently explained that I have no options that are not hurtful to myself or the ones I care about, which is anathema to me. I have asked for advice. I have asked to be allowed to explain my problems, solutions, concerns, and hopes. No questions were asked. No advice given.
I am preparing for March forth to be another “event day”, with a promised reward to the survivor of being freed from this arena, to be honored and celebrated like a champion as was intended all along… just how the process works, I trust. I also believe that despite having no idea what it is I’m theoretically accomplishing, regardless of how hard I try or what I endure, at the end it will be decided that I still need a little more healing and then things will continue as they have until (again… just an assumption) probably April 1st when this will all be revealed to have been an elaborate prank and a valuable lesson in “trust” or “gullibility” or some such. Of course, you won’t see that this result is emotionally damaging to me as well as being very hurtful socially as now I will have to nod and smile through gritted teeth (which means I’ll probably end up shattering another clenched tooth) as each person wants to share with me their anecdotes about how their personal experiences being able to help me out while I was stumbling blindly through my dark times and how glad they are that I am better now, whfeew. You will not be able to see the detriment of this because you have already established your cause as just and your methods excusable due to their righteous intent. Clearly I could not understand my own problems because I am a user of intoxicating substances (which is true, albeit some I chose, but others forced onto/into me). Despite this, I have told you repeatedly I do not have a drug problem.
But I have been putting myself through the worst possible regimen for quitting on purpose. Those of you who would know, don’t care; and those of you who would care don’t know. For this one in particular, it takes 3 days for the body to metabolize it fully from the system… and since December 9, I have consistently been operating on a regimen of quitting, going through those rough first three days, then pointing out nothing changes and diving back into the pool. Over this course of time, I think I have now successfully purged my system clean 6 times before pointing it out and then starting back up again. By doing so I was hoping that I might bait some of you into slipping up and revealing something but, such was not the case; it was good to prove it to myself at least.
I have a wide range of problems, yes. Almost all of which have been orchestrated by several different factions of you acting independently and obliviously to the other all doing what you feel is best for me (except for a couple groups that actually delight in my ruination or simply don’t care except that it serves to further their own interests. But, as you’ve already set the vision of your realities firmly in place, I highly doubt that my saying this will change anyone’s mind or alter their perceptions. If that is how your reality looks to you, who am I to judge as we all are living our own personal versions of reality: the true definition of the multiverse of madness. I do ask, though, why does your version feel the need to subdue and conquer mine? I did experience happiness there for a little bit. I guess that is something I can hold to; even if the cause, experience and result of said joy have all been tainted and transmogrified into some wretched, vomitous-mass twisted semblance of what was once a beautiful thing of whimsy and light.
I can not envision a final outcome of these events that does not cause damaging scars (possibly irreversible) to myself or the ones I love!!!
I have said I need help. I have recently explained that I have no options that are not hurtful to myself or the ones I care about, which is anathema to me. I have asked for advice. I have asked to be allowed to explain my problems, solutions, concerns, and hopes. No questions were asked. No advice given.
The best course of action as far as I can ascertain is for me to try to bring this to a close as quickly as possible so that it has less time to wreak devastation upon others. As I see it this is best performed by cow-towing to all demands made which is in effect the opposite of what I believe some of you are trying to instill, but hey - it’s just a garden party after all, right? I will do this while trying to sidestep pitfalls and agreeing to repent for every slur of defamation to the (my projection of the fallback) result of complete ruination of understood qualities. This should likely trigger ejection from the greater group, if not worse. My goal is to do all this without benefit of a helping hand or MaxPaine-style health boosts… I guess we’ll see how it plays out.
I was honestly hoping that I could at least go out well and gain style points for a heroic self-sacrifice for the greater good, but that is not in my cards either it seems. So be it. I’m just gonna say this now while there’s still a chance for it to be heard.
I have no Nemesis. There is not one in existence who I would consider worthy of bearing that name, because whether you believe it or not — I love you all; more than some of you realize, and always. I honestly wish for the best outcome for everyone’s happiness. What I have done I did trying for the betterment of those lives I could most closely touch and help. Whether I have succeeded or not is unknown. You may question my methods, but know that intent is pure and noble and is still what drives me ever onward.
Love, Hope, Honor, and Justice are my brand. I am at once both the IMMOVABLE OBJECT and the UNSTOPPABLE FORCE. Behold and tremble before the mighty visage of the quixotically-errant:
Unconditional Annihilator of Impossible Dreams ~
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I have said I need help. I have recently explained that I have no options that are not hurtful to myself or the ones I care about, which is anathema to me. I have asked for advice. I have asked to be allowed to explain my problems, solutions, concerns, and hopes. No questions were asked. No advice given. Help was provided in the best way you saw possible. I love you always… life can get really serious sometimes. Let’s not forget to take little recesses for ourselves to play and share our time together.
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I was talking about this yesterday with a friend, while we were rewatching Back Cover & Dark Road’s first 4 episodes to prepare for today’s update
thE FUCKING FORETELLER DRAMA IN BACK COVER IS SO DUMB ONCE YOU STOP TO THINK ABOUT IT ... LIKE... I Get It, their fatal flaw is their hardcore blind trust in MoM, it would have never crossed their brains that MoM was Actively Willingly Putting Them Against Each Other, it’s easier to assume one of them is fucking up rather than thinking your own master is doing something fucked up
and perhaps the entire point is that MoM chose them because none of them were fit for their respective roles? in some sort of roundabout way? Ira is shown being a shit leader, barely doing shit all during the entire movie and just causing them all to break down. Aced is A Guy Who Wants To Be The Leader, forced to be the second in command. Invi is supposed to observe and speak up, but she’s got this, shy vibe???? and then Gula is supposed to be this fucking cool genius but he’s the dumbest of them all. Right, and Ava is just there
but idk bro, it would’ve been so much more interesting if Gula, being the supposed genius he is, actually realized MoM’s real intentions -not just his shoddy ass plan of baiting out the traitor- and FOLLOWED THRU anyway because of said Hardcore Blind Trust. the same way Ira accepts that the war MUST happen because MoM said so. it just would’ve been so much cooler if Gula was tasked with finding the traitor only to BE the traitor, following Aced’s alliance drama to incite more in-fighting because he’s FULLY AWARE that this must happen, that the war needs to start with THEM fighting because that’s what MoM wants
because Aced was certain that there was no fucking traitor in the group, that Ira was just ruining everything and being an unfit leader by saying that without actual proof, so when Gula reveals his role, Aced getting super fucking mad because “Gula kept the truth hidden” is dumb as shit, because. THAT WAS HIS ROLE. THE MASTER TOLD HIM TO DO THAT. why is it okay for Ava to train an elite group in secret because the master told her but it’s not okay for Gula to do what the master fucking told him to ?? HES STILL BEING KEPT IN THE DARK LIKE THE REST
if Gula was a conscious traitor, subtly inciting Aced to act up so that everyone starts fighting and doubting each other, that would’ve given Aced a proper reason to ACTUALLY have a personal vendetta against him
its like theyre constantly on the edge of having interesting dynamics and character moments but it immediately reverts to “sorry we didn’t know better even though by now it should be obvious that we’re a self-fullfilling prophecy set up by our own master”
#this post became very gula centric but im also#mourning the loss of invi and ava potential#and ira i guess but hes so boring
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