#us: we've cracked the case wide open
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My wife and I forgetting to eat dinner after finishing Absolution last night because we were too busy theory crafting like
#dragon age absolution#us: we've cracked the case wide open#no but for real it'll be interesting to see how many of our theories will be true in dreadwolf#olivia plays dragon age
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A Sea of Green and Red Ch. 5 (a Bakudeku Mermaid Au)
Chapter 15: Along the Horizon
Katsuki sighed as he laid out on the hot sand, letting the sun soak into his bare skin. His clothes laid out next to him, drying save for a piece of cloth he saved his own bits.
Kirishima was next to him, doing the same and keeping his head turned to give the other male some privacy and not to stare. It was just weird if he did.
Humans weren't meant to live underwater. Their bodies were not adapated correctly to be surrounded by the water that much.
Katsuki had noted he was feeling bloated and his fingers were gettng wrinkled from being underwater for so long.
It was agreed that he and Kirishima needed some time on land to recover before they took back to being under the waves.
Plus it was a good way to keep an eye on the horizon for an incoming ships. They had to be ready in case they were close by.
“Can I ask you something?” Kirishima asked him.
“Hm?” the blonde responded, cracking an eye open. He was enjoying the sun so much he felt like he was going to fall asleep.
“What do you plan to do after all of this?” Kirishima asked him. “After we save the merpeople. We don't exactly have a crew to go back to.”
Katsuki sighed, looking up at the clear sky.
“Don't know,” he said. “That depends on what Izuku would want to do.”
“You're basing the rest of your life on what he decides?” Kirishima asked skeptically. “Seems a bit heavy to put on one person.”
“When I said I loved him, I meant it,” Katsuki stated bluntly. “I'm not going to just turn back now after everything.”
“But what if he wants to stay in the kingom? Something that he knows,” Kirishima pointed out. “You and I are clearly not meant to be under the waves. I know they have breathing magic but unless they have a way to make it so our bodies don't deteriorate under water or to turn us into merfolk, I don't know what'll happen.”
“Guess I'll be living on an island waiting for him to come and visit,” Katsuki sighed. He wasn't about to leave unless Izuku told him so. But even then he didn't have a home really to go home to.
He couldn't go back to that island after what happened and the ship had been his other home. Clearly now he had no other options.
Unless he went back to his parents with his tail between his legs so to speak.
Was he too proud to do that?
He was also a wanted criminal. Pirates weren't the good guys as so many pointed out. Even with a change of heart no one was going to take Katsuki seriously. They'd rather claim the reward money and not deal with the consequences.
“Why did you have to make me think,” Katsuki sighed heavily, flopping his head flopping back against the sand.
“Sorry man. I'm thinking the same sort of thing,” Kirishima said with a sounding like a pout on his face. The blonde lifted his head and rolled his eyes seeing his friend sort of was.
“You falling in love with Pinky?” he asked with a slight knowing smirk.
Kirishima flipped over right away, his eyes wide and his cheeks burning red just as bright as the hair on his head.
“N-no,” he stammered, his eyes seeming to hold a flash of fear as he spoke the words. “That's not it at all.”
The blonde raised a brow at him and Kirishima wilted a bit. Katsuki sighed, sitting up, crossing his legs so he was a bit more modest.
“Kirishima, it's alright,” he said to his friend. “It happens. It comes at you before you can even think. And it holds on tight.”
The redhead sighed, sitting in the same kind of position and rubbed the back of his head.
“It feels weird. I've never had this before,” Kirishima sighed softly. “But there's no way she could love a human like me. She wasted her time on me and her kiss on me..I wish there was something to do to pay her back.”
“How do you know, have you asked her how she feels?” Katsuki asked.
“No. Haven't had the time. We've got bigger issues at the moment,” the redhead sighed heavily.
“Right...” Katsuki agreed. He honestly never thought to ask his friend about what he wanted to do in this situation. “You know this is my fight. Why did you stick around?”
Kirishima frowned and rose a brow.
“You're my friend. And I care about you and Izuku,” Kirishima said. “And if I can help stop Tomura from getting his way, then I want to. I have some of my own personal beef.”
The blonde couldn't help but smirk a little at that. His friend had his own personal beef with the captain. And he should. He was just trying to help out his fellow crew mate for something wthat was just morally wrong on the captain's part and he was nearly killed because of it.
“Thank you,” Katsuki said. I do owe you after all of this,” Katsuki told him.
“I'm gonna hold you to that,” Kirishima said with a nod.
The blonde let out a snort and then let out a sigh, looking out to the water. He hadn't slept well. Aside from the fact that he was underwater, his mind would not leave him alone.
He kept wondering if Izuku was alright, if they had released him yet. It had been a while since he had seen him.
Would he even believe he was real when he saw him again. The last thing he saw was Izuku's panicked eyes staring at hima and then that horrible scream of agnoy.
There was no way he was forgetting the sound of that anytime soon.
Was he even alive?
“Hey man I know what you're thinking. I think he's okay,” Kirishiam tried to cheer him up. Katsuki smiled a bit and let out a sigh.
“I do hope you're right,” Katsuki sighed. “He looked so scared... I felt powerless to help him at all. What kind of mate am I if I can't even protect him?”
But it was also that he wasn't sure if Izuku would even consider him his mate. Sure they had gotten very close and they had slpet together. But was that enough especially after them getting caught?
“You're still over thinking it,” Kirishima pointed out, spitting out a bit as Katsuki had gone and tossed some sand at him.
The redhead did right back at him and the two had a gentle laugh until Kirishima paused.
“Oh no,” Kirishima said softly.
“What?” Katsuki asked, following his gaze and froze.
On the far off horizon was a few ships. It was hard to make out how many with how far off they were. But one thing was certain.
The black flags waving in the distance gave a good indication that this was happening. Katsuki had been right.
“You know sometimes I hate it when I'm right,” Katsuki sighed. “They're a few days out at this point from the looks of it.”
“We should go warn them,” Kirishima said, standing up and went to get his clothes. Katsuki leaned over to grab his own. Sandy and still a little damp but it didn't matter.
They had to get back under the waves and warn Shoto and his kingdom that there was a threat coming and they were close.
But that meant that Izuku was unknowingly leading them.
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Izuku could cry. These waters were becoming familiar. He was almost home. He could put all of this past stuff behind him and just live the rest of his days in the little home with his mother.
There was nothing for him on the surface any longer, despite how unique it was and how much he had enjoyed his time. Katsuki was gone.
He could raise the little guppy on his own under the waves.
He just hoped he wouldn't be thrown in the prison. He had harmed the prince after all. But being in a prison of his own kind seemed a lot better than being with the pirates.
Maybe they would take some pity on him and at least let his child be born. Even his mom would be able to come visit him.
All of this was hoping of course. There was no gurateee they wouldn't take his life on the spot.
He shook his head as he swam. He had to focus on getting home. He couldn't think about such things to make him panic or cause stress to his little guppy.
Espeially if he went down that road again thinking about he father of his child...
There was also the fact that he felt like he was being followed. He had searched all around him but nothing ever came up.
He must be imaginging things. Or maybe even Katsuki's spirit was following him around, wanting to be with him even after death.
“Izuku!” came a voice and he paused, looking around him. Maybe he wasn't feeling things and someone was actually following him?
“Who's there?” he called out and soon Shoto came swimming out from the nearby large patch of coral. Instantly warning bells rang in his head.
He curled in on himself a bit, bowing his head a bit and looked around to see if there were any guards coming their way.
The only one that swam closer was a fellow mermaid Mina.
“Thank goodness we found you in time,” Mina said with a breath. “I didn't think we were gonna catch him. He swims fast.”
“Well all that matters is that we stop him here,” Shoto stated.
“Please don't take me away,” Izuku said shaking his head. “I just want to get back home to my mother. Please.”
“Take you away? What are you talking about?” Mina asked. Shoto sighed, shaking his head.
“I'm not worried about what you did Iuzku. We can't have you coming home,” Shoto said. Izuku felt tears brimming his eyes.
He was being kicked out of his home?
“But...”
“Your highness, you're just confusing him,” came a familiar voice, his mother catching up to them and smiled upon seeing her son. “Oh my boy, come here.”
Izuku swam quickly to his mother nad hugged her tightly, the tears and sobs coming quickly. He felt such relief upon seeing his mother again.
But that still didn't stop the confusion of why he wasn't allowed to go home.
Inko pulled back a bit and cupped her son's face.
“This is for your safety but also the safety of the kingdom,” she said gently.
“Can someone pease explain to me why I can't go home? I was mernapped, held prisoner, watched the love of my life die before my eyes, and am pregnant on top of all of that. Why can't I go home?”
“You're pregnant?” came a voice that Izuku thought he never thought he'd hear again.
Slowly he turned, his heart doing flips in his chest. There Katsuki was, Kirishima behind him, holding fast to a rock that kept him planted on the sea floor.
“Kacchan,” Izuku said with a watery smile. He swam quickly to the man, hugging him tightly, burying his face into the side of his neck.
“I can't believe you're alive,” Izuku whispered.
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Bite By Bite
That's how we have improved this house, bite by bite. Today the flooring guys showed up and we checked off the upstairs bathrooms. That's nearly the whole list now. Every room has been painted, flooring went in downstairs, new carpet in one bedroom upstairs because it was repulsive, pretty quartz countertops and painted cabinets in the kitchen, downstairs powder room received a new mirror and painted vanity, and we've even established a lovely yard and added a pretty fence. It's been like pulling teeth, but the results have been worth it.
Here's the before and after of the master bath. The first photo is the real estate listing before we bought it.
Big difference!
The hall (or HALLoween) bathroom before (again, real estate listing)...
and after.
I may have gone too cutesy in that hall bathroom, but I don't care. Those pumpkin knobs are ridiculous, but kind of happy too. I promise that in person the orange in the painting is compatible with the orange of the shower curtain. Also, I think this room would like a a braided rug instead of that fluffy one. Maybe two small rugs - one in front of the sink and one by the tub. Hmmm. Or I could just say ,"Ta-da!" and call it done.
We still have some small changes to make. Both shower curtain rods are silver, and the towel bar in the hall bathroom is silver. I'm using oil-rubbed bronze fixtures in both bathrooms, so in time those will change. In the master bath you may have noticed that beside each sink of the double vanity there are small towel holders on the wall - one is oil-rubbed bronze and the other is silver. That makes my eye twitch. So, just small tweaks, I'll let the dust settle before I tackle that. Maybe I'll put shower curtain rods on my Xmas list.
Anywho, that was our big Friday. While the two very nice young men were hard at work upstairs I sat at my desk and worked clay into earrings. I'm listening to a new true crime podcast called Dark Downeast, mostly because I've listened to every episode of Dateline and Snapped. Dark Downeast is all about murders in New England. Good stories, but I'm dissatisfied with how many are unsolved. That's the part that I love, when some sharp detective notices an obscure clue and cracks the case wide open. I get a little cranky when I become engrossed in a case and they wrap it up without an arrest. I think they should tell you right off the bat, even in the title - "The Unsolved Murder of Jim Shortz", instead of stuff like "Terror in Massapequa". Don't make me waste my time, and don't remind me that there's a murderer running around free. Yikes!
From bathrooms to murders, that's a typical blog post, right? I really need to get out more. We pick up the grandgirl tomorrow morning and return her Monday afternoon. I probably won't post here because I will be going to bed at 9 o'clock. There's a reason that we have children when we're young. I know it will be delightful and fun and she'll crack me up, and I would jump in front of a train for her, but lawdy, Grancy's joints ain't what they used to be.
That's okay, I'll soak my aches away in a pretty bathroom. That'll help. Pretty things make everything better.
See you on the other side of the weekend!
Sending you BIG love.
XOXO,
Nancy
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Those Cunning Folk
Part 4
Cadwaladr walked up to the house, having waited until the small child weeding went to the back garden. No need to appear out of nowhere and frighten everyone if he could avoid it. The whole place gave him the chills, though, with each house so similar. That sort of fancy he put down to an already too busy morning. He'd been to Buckingham House and Gringotts before he even laid foot in Surrey, and that was after waiting over an hour to get across the border. He'd put poor Mrs. Harris at Buckingham House into such a pelter with his announcement that he intended to bring the Viscount directly that he knew he'd need to slip something extra into everyone's pay packets that week. She'd been harassing housemaids and chivvying footmen when he left, the whole place a welter of holland covers and did they have any flowers to cut at this point and he's eleven ma'am he won't care for flowers I should check the nursery for suitable games and see to a substantial sort of tea if I were giving orders.
He waved a hand as he passed over the dirt on the walk and it tidied itself back into the planter bed.
He knocked crisply on the front door and waited. After a moment a very thin and very blonde woman opened it a crack.
"Yes?" She asked impatiently, taking in his unexceptionable suit with a gimlet eye.
"I'm here to speak to Mrs. Dursley regarding Mr. Potter. My name is Du, Cadwaladr Du." He began.
"Well, say your piece." She demanded.
"Madam, I doubt you want every neighbor to hear me say that you could be held liable for receiving a kidnap victim." Might as well go in whole hog.
She turned an unbecoming pale, her cheeks tinged with a high color.
"Get in." Mrs. Dursley held the door open only wide enough for him to squeeze in before shutting it sharply. "How dare you?" She demanded as soon as the latch clicked.
Cadwaladr took little notice of her ire and instead moved into…the front room? He'd no idea what you might call it, being more used to drawing rooms and morning rooms and sitting rooms. In any case, he sat at the edge of the sofa lest he ended sucked into the upholstery and stared her down until she sat.
"I did wish to begin more pleasantly." He removed his gloves and set them on his knee. "But you gave me little choice. Mr. Potter ought never have come into your guardianship. He is a child of my house, and as such he will be taken into my custody."
"Which house is this?" Mrs. Dursley asked, mouth pursed.
"In England, House Black, Mrs. Dursley, through both his godfather and his great grandmother."
"Headmaster Dumbledore said he was to remain here until his seventeenth birthday to keep him safe." She bit out, clearly unwilling.
"Headmaster Dumbledore does not control House Black, madam, and he never shall. Mr. Potter is, by right and by magic, my ward. You have, I fear, been wretchedly imposed upon. It cannot be easy raising a strongly magical child when one has close neighbors." A smidgen of understanding went a long way, although he found her thoroughly odious.
"We've done our best. You said we could be in legal trouble?" She fidgeted with her apron.
"Only if I wish to make trouble for you, ma'am. I most heartily don't." Lie. "I would like to collect Mr. Potter and have him in his new home today, though. The more time I have to introduce him to our way of doing things before school the better."
"Your way." The woman spat. "I'll call him in. You can take him and his owl immediately."
"We'll use this room for only a few moments, I'm sure, and then be off." Only a few moments because if he had to sit in this offense against taste for more than another five minutes he couldn't be held accountable for his actions. "Did you wish to see proof of my claim?"
"I don't care to, no. I'll call him in." And she went.
What kind of wretched, hideous, unfeeling…he didn't think there was a word strong enough to describe Mrs. Dursley, honestly. He could be anyone. The back door banged and he couldn't hold back a twitch. That a magical child would be subjected to a house that rejected the very essence of him repulsed him to the core. They were, he reflected, amazingly lucky they didn't have an Obscurus situation. The back door banged again and a moment later a small boy stumbled into the room, obviously shoved from the hallway
Cadwaladr just watched him quietly for a moment, letting the boy eye him as well.
Harry saw an obviously tall man of indeterminate age with the dark hair and the silvery eyes of the Black Family. His eyes, though, Harry decided, looked like he smiled a great deal.
"Hello Mr. Potter. I'm Cadwaladr Du." He began.
"Aunt Petunia said you were taking me away. Are you?" He set his jaw and waited for an answer.
"Yes, Mr. Potter. Legally, I'm your guardian. You ought never have been sent here." Best to stick to the absolute truth. He could speculate, but it wouldn't help the child before him.
"Then why would I be here at all?" He clenched his hands by his sides.
"I don't know Mr. --"
"Please just call me Harry!" It burst out before he could stop himself.
"Of course, Harry. I didn't want to presume. I don't know why you're here or why the family wasn't notified when your parents were killed. We should have been. Your great uncle Arcturus would have loved you." Well, probably. Arcturus had been a funny sort, but he'd liked children.
"Could we go, sir?" Harry asked after a minute of silence. "Aunt Petunia said she wanted me gone before Dudley or Uncle Vernon got home."
"Shall we gather your things?" Cadwaladr stood and held out a hand to Harry.
The look he received in return could have curdled milk. Good to know the boy still possessed some spirit.
"I beg pardon, Harry. I raised my younger siblings and sometimes I forget that people are old enough to dispense with hand holding. You wouldn't believe the look I got off my brother, who just turned twenty-five, when I did the same to him. Pure instinct, I assure you."
Harry thawed slightly and led the way from the front room. He was, Cadwaladr thought, a bit sensitive about his size. Which…had they denied the boy food or was he naturally small? There were Du cousins taller than Harry who were age eight or nine. He resembled the English Blacks most strongly, and Cadwaladr thought perhaps Regulus hadn't been precisely tall. And maybe he'd grow with good food and proper exercise and an environment where he was wanted.
The room Harry showed him was depressing in the extreme. Broken down furniture, a dirty carpet and dingy walls (of obvious long-standing vintage), and broken toys filled the small room. Even the ventilation seemed inadequate. A large cage sat on the desk with a sleeping snowy owl inside and a cheap school trunk stood open on the floor next to it.
"Pack everything you'd like to take as you won't be returning." He ordered gently.
"Ever?" Harry asked, shoveling things into the trunk.
"Ever." Cadwaladr promised
He did not wince watching Harry. Given the state of his clothes (sizes too big, patched, and oddly gray), he couldn't blame the boy for cramming it in with so little care. Harry, to his credit, neatly folded his school robes and placed them on top of everything else.
He grabbed a ratty bag from the floor and asked, "Should we take Hedwig, sir? Or will she know the way?"
"We'll wake her and send her ahead. She'll have a perch in your room, you know, or she can make use of the owlery. I just need to give her a frank so she can get through the exchange." Cadw smiled down at Harry. "You can call me Uncle Cadw, you know. I don't think I could survive being called sir for the next years. I'd keep looking over my shoulder for my father or my eldest brother."
That got him a shy smile. "Thank you. I didn't know what…"
"We've been left in a bit of a quandary, haven't we? No worries, Harry, we'll find our way right." Cadw promised. "Now, shall we send Hedwig to the exchange and get ourselves to London?"
"What's the Exchange?" Harry clicked his tongue softly to wake Hedwig. "Hedwig, could you wake up? We're leaving."
She woke immediately, perky and dancing on her perch.
"What an intelligent owl she is." Flattery could get one most places, Cadwaladr found. Hedwig preened.
"Now this, my lad," he held up a wax seal. "This is the Black Frank. It gives Hedwig the right to go through the Exchange, which is where post owls cross over between worlds, without needing to pay a toll."
"Between worlds?" Harry asked, frowning. "But Diagon is in London, right?"
"We'll stop at a bookstore, Harry. I think there have been a few books published lately that will explain a bit better than I can." He tapped Harry's trunk and Hedwig's cage, shrinking the two. "We can read them together, if you'd like."
He tied a little pouch to Hedwig's leg and put the seal inside.
"To Buckingham House, please, Hedwig, once you're through. I think you'll enjoy the hunting in the park." Hedwig chirruped, stopped only to preen Harry's hair, and was out the window, winging away to London.
Harry, when he tried to hand over the shrunken trunk and cage, demurred.
"My pockets," he explained sheepishly. "They're all holes."
"Then I'll carry them in mine. We'll make sure you're properly outfitted, Harry. Now, have you got everything?"
Harry nodded.
"Would you like to say goodbye to your Aunt?"
"She told me to just go. She didn't want to see me again."
"Right." If he were a vindictive man, Petunia Dursley would be a creature as odious as her personality. "Well, I'm sure we wish these people exactly what they deserve from the world."
Harry snorted, pressing his lips together, and followed his new guardian down the stairs and out of the house. He never had to go back. Not ever. He had a feeling that if anyone tried, they'd be sent packing. His new uncle seemed easy enough to get on with, but Harry knew that sort. They had limits.
"I hope you don't mind that we're going to be supremely boring and take the train to London? I booked us first class tickets, so it shouldn't be too uncomfortable a journey."
"I've never traveled first class before." Harry admitted.
"Even on this side, it's a bit nicer. We'll stop and get you a bite to eat at the station. Once we make London, we need to go to Gringotts. They were terribly put out not to have talked to you. Now, if you'll take my hand and hold tight, we'll do something called apparating. You'll feel a bit squeezed, like you're going through a tube, and then we'll be at the train station. You do need to hold on tight, though."
Harry nodded and swallowed thickly. He hadn't experienced any magical travel yet and this sounded awful. He took the offered hand and held tight, squeezing his eyes shut. The world squeezed in around him, and he really did feel like he was being sucked through a straw. When the feeling stopped, he opened his eyes. They were around back of the usually bustling station.
He found himself supplied with sandwiches and and tea (and a book) and ushered into a seat at one of the big tables in the carriage in short order. Cadwaladr sat opposite and picked up one of the newspapers, unfolding it and running an eye down the headlines.
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Things Gecko is a little bit insane about today: Superstitions
Superstitions are wild. The definition of superstition in regards to beliefs and practices is:
"a widely held but irrational belief in supernatural influences, especially as leading to good or bad luck, or a practice based on such a belief" (taken from Oxford Languages)
The reason its wild to me is that so many cultures have superstitions that were developed independently of each other. So many different cultures across the globe over the course of centuries have come up with superstitions. They have come up with reasons as to why things happen, or ways to stop things happening and attributed them to things that outside of our control.
It isn't like we've left these superstitions behind either. I still say "bless you" when someone sneezes - not because I believe that if I don't then the devil will crawl inside them, but because I've been told I have to, that I'm being rude if I don't. I still count magpies when I see them and I nod seven times when I see only one to avoid bad luck. I don't step on cracks in the ground or open umbrellas indoors. I believe in the scientific process and what can be proven to be true and yet I still observe these superstitions and more because I don't want to risk it, because I'd rather hedge my bets.
The world changes, as do cultures and societies and peoples. Sometimes we carry things forward with us and sometimes we leave them behind because we have no use for them anymore. Isn't it interesting in a world so centred around the fact that things must be provable to be true that we still have so many superstitions that we hang onto, just in case?
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Cancelled Episode 8 "Thirsty Hearts"
"Yo mama so stupid, she sold her house to pay the mortgage!"
-yo mama jokes series
And now came the moment of truth. Death, or a free release?
And the answer was.....neither. Well, we're not killed, but we're certainly not being released, hell, lead to believe we've been released but secretly still technically under jail time.
Well. That fateful moment, the half-blood came into the interrogation room all smiles and happys about.
I swear, he was literally bouncing into the room like a cheerful little girl who just received a nice cookie or candy from her teacher and couldn't wait to eat it later and was bouncing all the way back home.
And even the way he sat down, with a nice plunk down on the seat like releasing a heavy wooden stick after carrying it for a long time, with a plunk and he sat down on the seat, opened up his laptop and searched for the relevant documents.
Hmph. They can release the wooden stick, and yet they can't even release a convict convicted of the major crime of slightly inconveniencing the rich and powerful. Simply unjust!
Oh. He's finally found the right document. Alright, let's open up and see what it is...
"Well, before I let you listen to your Master's statement, I must warn you, it's gonna be quite the shock..."
Oh. Master shocks me everyday, you're gonna have to take much more than that to beat me.
But then again, I guess I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up high that he wouldn't disappoint...
"I am the one they call their leader, I sent them out that day to extract information regarding this man named...*insert deep sigh here* Tsydhd, from this man named the Emerald Warrior. Information included his whereabouts, and any and all information pertaining to his latest crimes of...many, which I would rather not say, mainly because...I may also not know them..."
Well I seriously doubt the recording ends there but that's where it does.
"So. It appears that...some of what you and the other guy was saying were...false. But can we really trust your leader's words? Well, we couldn't, and really were about to execute you all regardless of whether he correlated or contradicted your statements, but then...he brought up an interesting as hell point."
I gulp. The points Master bring up usually...aren't really that...pointy.
"He mentioned this man. Tsydhd. And the Emerald Warrior, one of our most wante criminals. Since we definitely weren't able to catch him without you...we're offering you a deal. Since ya'll look like good people, you, can join our ranks as an invisible member, and help us investigate certain cases we'll need your help. If you're helpful, we'll release you for real and even offer protection. If you dare play games..." He cracked his knuckles.
Again I do not have a choice.
I leaned in with a wide, clearly forced smile plastered on my face, "Of course, I gladly accept,"
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i do not understand what Vengeance is doing in Fates, like what's the point, it doesn't work with this design.
for reference, Vengeance is a random skill introduced for Sorcerers in Fire Emblem Awakening. its effect is simple: a random chance to increase attack power by damage taken. cool, we've seen this in RPG's for ages. but it's usually a command, right? like you're using some MP to do it or something. in Three Houses this is actually the case, but in Awakening and Fates it's a random activation, Skill x 2% in Awakening, Skill x 1.5% in Fates.
and you know? i was really not keen on this skill for a good while, because it just didn't seem consistent. dealing your missing HP as damage is the kind of thing you want to be able to plan for. the cool synergy of lowering HP on purpose to gain a massive attack boost is kind of undercut when that boost has a chance to not trigger. it just, as a skill, feels so incongruous with itself.
but in looking through Awakening's skill list, i realized something: you can make Vengeance consistent. its activation is Skill x 2%, and if you do the grinding and abuse pair-up you can give someone 50 Skill pretty easily. i actually did this with a different skill, that let me never consume weapon uses again. and i kind of love this actually! it leans into Awakening's design aesthetic, where it wants to be cracked wide open like this. of all of the skills to let you activate 100% of the time, Vengeance is definitely one of the coolest ones to do!
Fates! Nerfed This! For Some Reason!
first of all, the activation chance is much lower innately, as stat caps have been decreased pretty dramatically. but also, the skill's activation rate has been changed from Skill x 2 to Skill x 1.5. this makes it much more difficult to be consistent with this skill. but now, the skill doesn't make sense. you can't make it part of your strategy. if you intentionally lower your HP, it very well might not be worth it. but if you don't, then when the skill *does* trigger, it will be of little value to you.
3H made the right choice to have this as a combat art, meaning that you can use it at any point on your turn, it just costs a bit of your weapon durability. Bernadetta's personal skill is designed specifically around making this strat as powerful as possible. Fates seems to just have the skill because it was in Awakening too. but it looked at its broken nature, which was the point of the skill, and thought "well we can't have it be this busted, let's nerf it to make it Balanced."
and it is balanced!
but for what?
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DOOR BROKEN - USE OTHER DOOR
Characters: Dazai/MC; everyone else from the mansion
Tags: Humor; Crack; Pranks; Angry Theo
Wordcount: 884
A/N: Happy April Fools' Day everyone! It seems that something fishy is going on in the mansion today...
Theodorus always has too much going on in his mind - enough so that he could opt for autopiloting through the mundane activities of the day. Like crossing the mansion gates and then getting to the front door and then…opening it?
Theo stops with his hand hanging in the air as he reads a sign put up on the large door.
DOOR BROKEN - USE OTHER DOOR
There is even an arrow pointing to the left, in case he's forgotten where is the east entrance of the mansion. Alright then, he shrugs it off, and to the left he goes.
Walking around the façade of the building to its side entrance, Theo is already occupying his mind with work again - only for his thoughts to vanish at once when his clear blue eyes fall on another, similar sign, on the door.
DOOR BORKEN - USE OTHER DOOR
Theo squints. Again? What kind of unlucky streak looms over this mansion to have two doors break at the same time? Has Shakespeare finally succeeded in cursing them for real?
Following the left-pointing arrow would lead him to the mansion's back entrance overlooking the garden. Heading towards it, Theo is ready to brush it all off like an odd, perhaps laughable occurrence.
Only, it doesn't end there. Birds chirp carelessly overhead as Theo stands with hands on his hips as if the new sign DOOR BROKEN - USE OTHER DOOR would speak back to him. It doesn't, and Theodoros is mad. He has things to do, places to go, and he needs to enter the goddamned mansion now.
Are there even any more entrances? One would think that, already living in this household for a while, Theo would know. But alas, he is stuck with following blindly the sign that is almost mocking him - and thus, to take another left turn.
Of course there is no door on this side. Of course of course of course-
Turning his back with large, angered steps, Theo is seeing red, determined to cross one of those doors even if it takes moving it physically off its frame. He's had enough.
Behind the corner, he almost crashes into someone, and quickly takes a step back. Mozart?
"Theo?"
Theo blinks, reading a similar confusion in the composer's purple gaze. It seems like whatever fishy business is going on here, Mozart has been caught in it as well.
Before they can say anything at all, the sound of someone approaching interrupts them - this time, from the right corner. It's Isaac.
"Theo, Mozart? Not you too…"
Meanwhile, a few feet away…vertically speaking.
"They're talking about something. Do you think we've been found out?"
There is a prolonged hmmmm coming from the other side of the rooftop. The man shielding his vision from the sun with a hand suddenly widens his eyes and his expression grows into one of utter satisfaction. "Look over here, MC!"
Previously busy watching Theo, Mozart and Isaac on the west side, MC jumps at Dazai's command, excited to see what he is pointing at. She joins him on the other side of the rooftop, while trying to keep quiet.
Another group of residents has gathered at the opposite side of the mansion, this time Comte, Napoleon, Vincent, Arthur and Leonardo. The last is currently prodding up a ladder against the wall, everything pointing to the intention to enter the mansion…via the window.
Seeing the scene unfold underneath, Dazai and MC quietly cheer and do a high-five. She nods her chin towards the opposite side, prompting Dazai to join her at looking over there as well.
They almost miss the sight of Mozart, Theo, Isaac and now Jean and Sebastian too, falling into the other trap that has been set. A widely open first-floor window, and a conveniently placed bench underneath. Theo throws his hands into the air as if announcing that he is giving up, and he is the first one to do the unspeakable.
MC's laugher almost gives her away, and Dazai is none the wiser about shushing her. What he can do instead, is to pat her on her shoulder and whisper "Let's go downstairs and catch them red-handed."
And down they go, separating in opposite directions, each shouting BUSTED!! and the sound echoing through the widely open doors of the second-floor corridor.
Suddenly all twelve of them find themselves at the same place, exchanging confused looks.
"You're all so very harsh to me about entering through the mansion's windows… Look at you now. It turns out you're all the same. Tsk-tsk…"
MC is more than willing to play along and sympathetically pat Dazai on the back, but she worries too much about Theo's murderous gaze.
"April fools!!!"
Comte is first to soften at her genuinely-having-fun gaze. He chuckles heartily and is joined by (almost) the whole room.
He only returns to his strict expression to let Dazai know that his window-entering ban is definitely not lifted. Then he erupts in gentlemanly chuckles again.
Everyone gets a good laugh out of it and in the next moment they're all off to their personal affairs. Dazai manages to steal a kiss from MC, thanking her for being his partner in crime, and promises her to do something even wilder next year- if only Theo would let him live until then.
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@glassartpeasants I blame you for this.
Heartless, demon, cruel, cold, murder...
Those were honestly the kindest words you ever heard of him... yet your heart spoke the exact opposite.
The man could even commit arson right on your front and you couldn't just be... mad at him. Your thoughts about Chisaki never changed despite the attrocities he said and did on all those past few months.
Yet something truly did angered you. How he couldn't give a fuck about you.
After the boss entered on a coma for unknown reasons, Chisaki wasn't the same. Heck, now he demanded to be called by the name of his quirk, Overhaul. Is that or being a pool of blood and mutilated limbs on the ground.
Yet... you felt hope. You really felt hope that this man could change. Be the young man that you met and fell for. Just... notice something.
Notice your pain like he used to... or even show a tad bit of... care. That's all you wanted. Kai would always know when you were sad, on his own way try to comfort you. But now? He didn't even cared...
One tear of yours brushed past the cracks of your cheeks as you winced at only touching it... sighing a bit, you grabbed your mask and put it on. Ready to start the day.
Walking past the halls you saw the man himself standing on his foot. Your face brighten up a bit as you walked towards him.
"Ka-" you stopped immediately when he gaved you a harsh glare "Sorry... Overhaul. Good morning Overhaul." You mumbled.
He only scoffed, walking away from you and simply lifting his hand.
"I dont have time for this. Get to your work and don't bother me."
Each sentence like this one was like a stab on your chest... why would he answer a good morning of yours like that?
"A-Actually.." you tried to muster as he stopped with an annoyed sigh "Can we.. please talk?"
He narrowed his golden eyes at you, looking as if he had been staring at something hideous and that just fucking spitted on his face.
"Make it quick." He grunted, one of his hands resting on his hips as the other remained on one of his pockets.
"I-Is kinda silly ..." you poked your fingers together "I-I mean, we've know each other for more than years already and-"
"Spit it out." He hissed and your smiled dropped.
"... is just that... I felt like I needed to say it." You lifted up your head and stared at him without fear "I.. like you.. more than anything."
"... fine." He simply said like he was expecting something else as your body started to tremble.
".. fine? Is that.." you gulped the thick air on your throat "Is that all you have to say at someone who is confessing feelings for you?"
"Tch." He rolled his eyes before giving his back to you, only giving a side glance "That wasn't a surprise for me. You're like one of those loyal dogs. No matter how much they are kicked they come back crawling towards their owners."
You widened your eyes as you felt the crack on your cheek deepen.
"What?" You let out a gasp of disbelief as he blinked.
"For your information." He narrowed his golden orb at you harder "I dont like to repeat myself. You're just a toy and a obedient scum that is meant to follow my orders. Is only a matter of a lackey, in that case you, and the master." He started to walk as you stood dumbfounded.
Your hands formed into fists as your jaw clenched, finally a feeling you never thought you could feel towards this man appeared. Anger.
Without thinking you grabbed a vase and threw hard enough to almost hit his head, missing by a few inches as he widened his eyes at it.
He looked at the broken vase on the floor in shock before looking towards you, breathing in and out as you felt your skin cracking even more.
"If all I am to you is a loyal pet..." you breathed out, taking your mask off and eventually showing the cracks on your skin to him and the curious precepts coming to see the scene. "THEN YOU CAN TAKE THIS!" you threw the mask towards him that kicked on the floor and almost landed on his feet.
"You have some nerve now.." he growled, taking off his glove as a threat.
"DONT COME TO THIS SHIT TOWARDS ME NOW CHISAKI!" you shouted with a finger pointing at him as he felt his shoulders tense.
Never on your life with him you ever called him by his once surname.
"I was really the only one on this fucking house to truly respect you! Not by fear as almost everyone on here, but because I really am so stupid to fall in love with a bastard, selfish and arrogant man like yourself!" You walked towards him to be standing chest to chest with him as finger was aimed at his face.
"Quiet down." He growled before finally noticing the many cracks and pieces of your skin falling on the ground as you shouted "(Y/n) what-"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" You shouted so loudly that even Rappa winced at the anger of your voice... every precept seing the scene as you breathed in and out "If you want to kill me do it now... would be a favor for yourself wouldn't it?" You glared at him as he blinked, still in shock at your actions.
"Not a word?" You commented as you winced at the cracks going to your neck already "For these past few years I wanted to see you happy, succeed... I fucking loved you..." you whispered in pain, dropping your head a bit, taking out a gift Chisaki had given to you a few years ago, a black and white bracelet you never once took off every since now.
".. I was stupid." You lift up your head with a frown and let the bracelet fall into the floor as you gave your back to him and almost ran out of the house.
He was in state of shock before he narrowed his eyes at the subbordinates and commanded them to get back to work... just when all of them left he crouched down to pick both your mask and the bracelet.
"... she will be back. It was just a tantrum." He sighed, taking the two of your once possesions to hsi office "But.. what on hell was that thing on her face?"
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Five months... five months flew by since you exited the Shie Hassaikai for good. Going into the doctors to just search for a damn cure... but it was impossible.
"I'm sorry my dear, there is nothing we can do if..." your doctor of years tries to speak through the pain as you stood in the chair, your arms with cracks as part of your cheek was gone.
"I understand." You said, hollow as you always had been after leaving that house. "Thank you for your time... I will see you on the other side then." You managed a smile to the old man as he could only drop his head in shame when you left his office.
People you brushed through the streets looked at you with pity... and you hated.
You evicted the Shie Hassaikai like the plague himself. And one time you could feel Chrono following you.. it was the last straw when he followed you at the appartment you were living on the subborns.
"Go away Kurono." You muttered, feeling him watching you get your keys and open the door, and before you could close the door you groaned at sieng the black boot on the door, preventing you to close it.
"Can we at least talk? I'm not him." He said while taking off his mask, a wince escaping his lips as soon as he saw you on the state you were "What the-"
"Shattered heart disease... dont have a cure." You mumbled, eyes stuck on the floor as a piece of your ear cracked and fell.
"Holy fuck..." the man sighed shakily "Listen, maybe if you come back to the Hassaikai Overhaul can-"
"No." You grabbed the handle and forced the door "It was because of him I am on this state. And I know you came here by his others, and let me say one thing" let me die in peace." You slammed the door shut as Chrono groaned.
"Both of you are just so thick skull it gets on my nerves!" He kicked the door as you rolled your eyes, locking and going to the bed.
The man glared at the door before sighing, looking at his cellphone ringing and leaving the place.
"Forget it man. (Y/n) doesn't wanna see you or the Shie Hassaikai even if we offered her tons of gold."
"... fine. You did what I order so there is nothing that we cant do."
"Be honest Kai.. you do have feelings for her, for a long time." He ignored the disgusted "tch" on the other end of the call "And honestly? If I were on your shoes I would be almost killing myself to fix things." He spoke with a frown.
".. what are you talking about Chrono?"
"Well.." he looked over his shoulder at your apartment door "Ever heard of the Shattered heart disease..?"
"... you're joking with me, right?"
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You clenched the side of your waist with a grunt as your other shattered arm support yourself on one of the walls of the apartment.
"No... please..." you whimpered as you gasped at part of your leg shattering as you felt on the ground, more cracks forming in your whole body as you stared in horror at your hand.
"Dammit..." you hissed before hearing a knock on your door.
"Open (Y/n)." You furrowed your eyebrows and gritted your teeth... the guy wouldn't leave you alone even on the freacking hour of your death..?
"Leave..." you sobbed, tears started to shed and unit with the many cracks on the floor where you were standing as you heard Chisaki overhauling the door.
It hurted tu see him... you still had feelings for the man whose caused you this... you didn't know whether or not if you wanted him to see you or not.
"I swear even when-" he stopped midsentence as soon as he saw the scene in front of him.
You could only lift your gaze up with a pained yet broken hollow look as he almost stuttered your name.
"Get out.." your lips cracked, and at this rate you knew you couldn't even move anymore or else it's you meeting death right away.
For the first time on his life his body seemed to move on his own as he kneeled with one knee on the ground beside you as he stared with wide eyes and shaky hands at the pieces of you on the ground.
"For crying out loud.." he muttered in horror as he brushed a hand on his hair before discarding hsi remaining glove in hopes he could put you back.
For the first time he saw you trying to slap his hand away, and your hand broke out of your wrist, shattering in pieces on the ground.
"(Y/n)!" He shouted in a mix of anger and desperation as he saw your face, one that would torment him at nights for the rest of his life surely.
"Don't.. touc..." you breathed out your last word as he widened his amber eyes in horror at seing you cracking even more "me..."
After this last word you saw black and the last thing you heard was Chisaki shouting.
Your body broke. Shattered in pieces right in front of him.
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You breathed in harshly. Your lungs burned at the sensation of feeling air again inside them as you coughed...
Blinking, your vision focused a bit to see you were on your bedroom, everything seemed on order and even a tad bit cleaner than it was usually.
Groaning, you standing on your elbows and saw the bandages on your arms as you untangled them to see your skin back to normal... not even a single crack.
"What..?" You breathed out, standing in sitting with a groan as you looked at your surroundings.
You had the strenght again to move your legs and gasped at seing that the leg you saw shattering was still intact, not even a single scar or little crack on it. Standing up you like a newborn, you took a hesitant step only to smile in astonishment that you havent heard the sound of skin or bones cracking.
Walking towards the bathroom, you giggled in surprise and utter relief at sieng your face back to normal before you flinched at hearing something breaking.
"FUCK!" a thundering voice echoed in your apartment that made you flinch. Aa voice you knew it way too well to just forget it. You poked a bit if your head out of the bathroom and tip toes carefully towards the living room to see Chisaki, jacket discarded as well as his mask, back arched on the kitchen counter as he talked with someone on the phone with a gloved hand clenching one side if his head.
"I put all the pieces together already and it has been almost a month." He growled as you stepped inside the living room...
Different from your bedroom, this one was a disaster, papers tossed aside at everywhere, your own phone shattered in pieces near a wall and the couch was with a pillow and a blanket...
Was he..?
"Yes her skin healed but she doesn't appear to be breathing..." you looked at the man, his forearms were filled with hives and you could see by the reflection from the kitchen counter the huge eyebags that were underneath his eyes...
He looked so broken and... terrible.
".. just wait and see huh?" His voice spoke in venom as the hand gripping on his head lunched the counter "WHERE DID YOU ENROLL YOUR PIECE OF GARBAGE ?! NEXT TIME I WILL FUCKING CALL A LAB RAT IF I WANT A DECENT HELP!" and with that he overhauled the cellphone before literally breaking part of your kicthen counter.
"Dammit..." he whispered, a hand on the counter as he fixed back while the other was covering his face...
"Uh..." you mumbled ".. Chisaki?" He flinched at the name and slowly took his hand out of his face.
Ever so slowly his face turned to see you, his eyes tired and red from sleep deprivation but still just as wide as if he had seen a ghost.
".. (Y/n).." he whispered your name before straighting up his back, god, not even his shirt was folded, part of his button up shirt was unbuttoned leaving part of his chest at shown to you.
You could die happily now.
You both stared at each other for a bit, still in shock as you decided to see for real if your arms were still there and without any mark.
"Uh.. can you.. tell me what happened and what are you-" before you could finish you gasped at him suddenly moving to be mere inches away from you.
"Please tell me this is not another fucking hallucination... " he breathed out as you stood there awkwardly.
"Well, I would like to not be.. I literraly died the last time I remember and-" you stopped breathing and talking just when in one blink of an eye Chisaki kneeled on the ground and cradled your hands in his own as he breathed out shakily "C-Chisaki-"
"My god..." he exhaled as he supported his forehead on your two interviewed hands "Thank God... I thought.. I thought I lost you for real..."
You blinked, frowning while looking away from him.
"Wasn't I just a loyal pet as yourself named it?" You mumbled as he let out one of the most painfull chuckles you ever heard of.
"If you were... was I really going to pass each day picking your pieces together... live on this house because I trusted none to take care of you... ever time I woke up and in very five minutes I checked for your breathing and only lord could describe the amount of relief I had when I saw the cracks on your skin dissapearing... I didn't notice earlier how much I needed you in my life... until I fucked up..." he dropped his head again while getting up.
"... so you.. never leaved after that?"
"Didn't take one single step out of this place... I was never one to pray but god..." he brushed his gloved hand on his messy and greasy hair "I lost count on how many times I begged for whoever is up there to bring you back..."
"... why? I thought.."
"The thing is..." he breathed shakily before locking gazes with you "You only give value to the things you loved after you lose them... I learned that from the hard way..."
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The Forest - Part One
Consists: Supernatural, SKZ as different SN creatures, adventure, romance, drama, action, ......still trying to figure out all the details....lol XD
"Come on Y/N!", I was racing around the house. Trying to make sure I had everything for this trip. "Omg Y/N, let's GO~!" I swear to the universe she's going to thank me later. " I'm coming child!" I screamed back. Alrighty I just need my retainer. I bounded up the stairs and glided down the hallway with my cotton socks. Bursting into my room, I quickly scanned it for the sparkly emerald case. I caught sight of it out of the corner of my eye, "Boom!" I ran forward and snatched it off my windowsill. While leaping for my door, I paused and turned back to what I call my sanctuary. Call me paranoid but I'm kinda afraid of camping in the middle of the woods. Ever since I watched "The Blair Witch Project", I've been creeped.
It doesn't help that Jazzy forced us to watch the film, previous to this morning. I was drifting in the fairy floss clouds of my mind when a loud honk poured water on them. I sucked in a breath, blowing raspberries. Padding back over to my bedside, I grabbed my Ice Bear plushie. Giving it a quick squeeze and finally deciding that he's coming with me. Galloping back through the house, I made it out, locked the door and hopped in the back seat like a spring rabbit. "What took you so long?" I gazed up through my fringe at my girl bestie Jazmine. She had long beautiful honey blonde hair, and a mousy nose. Her blue eyes were alike with pebbles under a lake, with cheeks connected by a dash of light freckles. "I swear I just aged waiting for you" and Danny, our guy bestie. I've been best friends with Danny, since 3rd grade. Jazzy moved over during the 5th grade. All three of us have been with each other through thick and thin. Daniel was Hawaiian Japanese descent, had perfect colorful nails and absolutely gorgeous eye makeup. We were all dressed in casual, comfy clothes for the trip. Jazmine, or Jazzy as people call her, as the oldest. She was driving Danny's dad's truck. It was spacious and definitely was fit for the environment. Danny, second eldest was in shotgun and I, being the "baby", was in the back. "I was just making sure I have everything." The two rolled their eyes. Danny looked back at me "Girl, you need to chill. We've got everything and more" the boy stated. "I know, I know.....I'm just paranoid, you know.....being in the woods for a week" I looked down at my feet and played with my fingers to cover my embarressedness. "Awww, is the baby scared", Jazzy giggled, imitating a child. I swatted at her, "Let's just...finally go" I grumbled, reaching inside my bag to pull out my headphones. "Fine" they answered teasingly. While Jazzy was pulling out, I fastened myself and slid my headphones on. Bluetoothing them and unlocking my phone, I scrolled through my YouTube Music playlist finding the one named 'Bell Mix'. After that, I went back to the truffula trees and fairy floss. Just listening to my music and thinking about things. There were a couple times, where I thought I might get sick, but I had remembered my motion sickness bracelets. In your face! It's better to set out a little later, rather than having our vehicle reeking of my insides. 2 or 3 hours went by, or something. I'm not really sure, my brain doesn't really have a sense of time when I'm inside of it. We stopped to use the bathroom, get food and fuel at a gas station, maybe 2 hours away from the forest. "Can I, can I, can I, can I PLEASE?!?" I had been begging Jazzy to let me buy a bag of Haribo for 10 minutes now, and she was starting to break. I'm very persuasive as you find out, and I happen to be a very prominent weakness to many throughout my life. She finally gave in and I bounced away to the candy isle with glee and happily picked out a bag, promising to share. Jazzy just rolled her eyes and paid for our things. We trotted back to the car and continued our journey. It was nearing the end of 2pm when we finally arrived at the edge of the forest. It's lushes were absolutely perfectly splendid. The road continued for a hot minute, until it gave away to dirt and rocks. We didn't want to stray too far from the dirt road, so we slowly kept moving in until I suddenly exclaimed at the sight of a pretty little clearing. It had a few little bushes marking the edges, thick but soft looking grass, and a little dirt patch at one side that should be perfect for a firepit. We pulled over to take a look around, flattening a few bushes in the process. As soon as the truck came to a stop I shoved the door open and sprung down onto the flourishing forest floor. The first thing I did was take a deep breath to soak in the sweet scent of the untouched earth. I reached up, stretching and cracking a few of my bones in the process. Then I raced through the trees and undergrowth, toward the beautiful glade. It felt so nice to get away from civilization, I had always loved
getting away like this. Being able to recharge away from annoying people and sounds, my fears of the night were long forgotten. I was two steps away from the grass when I suddenly tripped over something. Tumbling forward and scratching my cheek. I landed on my face, but on the bright side it was luckily with no rocks around. The dirt however spared me at nothing, crawling into my fresh scrapes, was a sharp and quick stinging as I grabbed my face. "Seriously Y/N, we haven't even completely left the car yet and you've already managed to hurt yourself" Jazzy declared. Danny chimed in, "Did you hurt yourself at all?". Quickly inspecting myself, I responded "Yes, a tiny bit on my cheek, hands and knees", I could hear them muttering to themselves about how reckless I was sometimes. They started toward me and as I waited for them to catch up, I decided to look around and figure out where to put things for these next few days. While ogling the decently wide stretch that was conveniently shielded by a mighty sugar maple. I thought I saw something in the undergrowth a few meters away from me. I grabbed my glasses and narrowed my eyes, but right when I thought I saw whatever it was, two flashes shot in the opposite direction between the ferns and disappeared. They were kinda hidden but I could sorta make out one of the shapes was darker and slightly bigger. The other was a little bit easier but still was difficult, it was kinda brown, or maybe reddish? At that moment I felt two hands on my shoulders, "Let me see", it was Jazzy. She inspected my injury. "It'll be fine, just wash it off", "Okie-Dokie-Artichokie", she laughed and ruffled my hair. I gazed back at where I saw the two shapes but not even the bushes were still moving. "Hey!" I cocked my head back to the voice "Can you help me?" Danny was struggling to unpack from the back. "Sure thing Danny-O" I quickly stood up, maybe a little too quick. My vision went funny and I almost stumbled. "Oh my god Y/N! Be careful!" Jazzy scolded, "My bad!" I was a little all over the place at the moment. Finally we were on this trip! I mean, I waited 6 months for this and it's finally here! I'm not all childish, I'm actually very 4D. I'm just really excited okay? I more carefully walked back to the truck, where Danny was struggling to keep ahold of what appeared to be the tent. Over the course of the next hour and a half we set up everything. Goofing around and laughing. Danny had been pulling too hard on our sleeping bags, to wedge them out of the trunk. And had accidentally fallen onto the slightly wet dirt, causing a very prominent brown streak across his gray sweatpants and sky blue tie dye hoodie. I was currently on my way to find the stream that is supposably close by, with a screenshot of google maps and a compass. Service wasn't exactly a 5 star out here, but I didn't mind too much. I brought a portable WiFi router with me, so if Jason Vorhees just decided to pull one, we could call for help. Every so often I would hang a wooden heart ornament on one of the tree's branches, so if this was the correct way then we would never get lost. Also so that I didn't get lost right now. I had been making these last night, for these exact reasons. I swear only dumb people don't mark their surroundings, this is one of the main reasons why people disappear and are never found or get lost. There are no traces of where they've been, like these fruit loops really-...... After about another 20 meters I started hearing the sounds of water. It became louder and louder really quickly. Is there a waterfall here? I pondered, while quickening my pace with curiosity. 35 seconds later I came across a thinning in the trees and beyond a clear water stream. I finally broke out of the shelter provided from the thick leaves, the sun kissed my skin with it's warm touch. I looked around and sure enough, there was a small waterfall that looked straight out of a fairytale. It had multiple uneven levels, with smoothed boulders everywhere. And to top it all off, it had little water plants scattered around it. Absolutely
beautiful.... I scanned around and spotted a few giant boulders poking into the stream. I carefully picked my way over to them, clutching onto Danny's muddy clothes. Hopping onto the sunlight warmed stones, I positioned myself perfectly so that I could reach the water but wouldn't fall in. I reached into my pocket for my zip lock of natural soap, of course I didn't want to hurt this literally untouched land. I leaned down to dunk the fabric into the stream's crystal-like water and kneaded the brown smudge. It was decently cold, just perfect for a stream. I turned back to the small bag with a green bar wrapped with brown paper and a little herb decoration. I unzipped it and reached for a tiny hand towel I brought with me so that I would have a better grip on the soap, even if I got wet. After dunking the clothes in I took the bar of soap and swiped it all over. I dipped it into the water once to help the bubble come, then I started aggressively rubbing it. Once the outfit was foaming with suds, I slapped it into the brook. Holding onto the sleeve I rub it harshly all over to get the stains out. It was relatively still easy because the events of cause were only moments before. I was starting to disappear into my thoughts, getting deeper and deeper and deeper....... And just then a crash and from the trees, followed by snarls and barks. I was so lost in my thought that this jolted me into the canal. The water suddenly became ice cold, my scream had been washed away. A surge of water filled my lungs from the way my mouth was open to yelp. I could still hear the sounds of fighting every so often, when I would surface. My head was hurting, my skin was stinging and my lungs were screaming. Someone.....please help..... It was hurting so much, I was trying not to panic. So I could find the surface and get back to shore. I would break through it's crisp arctic clutches every so often and would cry out for help but then get cut off by the now frosty darkness. I was giving up to the stream and submitting to the coldness. Letting it swallow me whole. I was numb, I couldn't feel my body being thrown around anymore, Is this how my story ends? No! I don't want to! I still have things to do! I need to graduate, and find my passion! I need to find a man who will love me as much as I do! I need to birth young and care for them! I want to grow old with my partner happily! I can't die yet! I just can't! But it was just so cold. I had stopped moving violently, so I guess I had been poured into a lake or something. I didn't care anymore. My blood felt frozen, I couldn't even bend a finger. That's when I felt a force near me, it parted the waters. Moving me in a different direction with its power. Then not long after I felt something grab hold of me in an awkward way. I was starting to be pulled into another direction, as the water streamed around, parting to let me and whatever that was saving me through. Then I broke through the surface and that was the last thing I felt before slipping into a comfy unconsciousness.
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-A warm bath and a sandwich-
Ewan McGregor characters x reader
2nd month: Mark Renton x Fem! Reader. (Part 1)
Author's note: Hey, cuties!❤ How have you been? I hope you and your family are safe and sound. I just wanted to say that I'm quite happy about this chapter and I hope that you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
As always, I want to remind you that English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there are any grammar mistake.
Word count: 1,821
Warning: mention of drugs, swearing
Tag list: @rosionis @rebleforkicks @bluerose512 @space-no0dle @elizabeth-skywalker
Masterlist Letters Masterlist
You didn't feel any dizziness, or a white light, you didn't even feel yourself levitating. For a moment, you thought you were still with Catcher, but when you opened your eyes, you confirmed that you were no longer there with him.
You were in a totally white room that was so bright it burned your eyes. It seemed unreal, a science fiction room, the kind without doors or windows. The only thing in the room was a high white table made of the same material as the walls and the floor. On that table were two objects: an envelope and the Barbara Novak book.
You were very puzzled but you approached the table and took the envelope, opening it and taking out the note that was inside.
It said:
Good morning, (y / n)! I see that you have passed the month easely ! But don't think that things will continue to be so simple... This month is going to be very interesting! We have to congratulate you. We've been watching you and you seem to know how to handle yourself! We knew you were the one! It's time for me to give you a hint about what to expect this month. But first I'm going to tell you what you will have to get for us. This object is ... a disco sign! Good luck and don't be discouraged..
Choose life!
You read the note several times to remember every detail of it and when you looked up, you heard a click.
Instantly, you were in a bedroom with the same layout as your room from the previous month but the furniture was more modern, from the late 80s. The old wooden floor creaked with every step you took and the walls, which were quite neglected and full of cracks, echoed violently due to the music coming from upstairs. It was very annoying, so you decided to go investigate where it came from.
You left the apartment, but not before taking the keys that were on the door and went up the stairs that led to the upper floor. The music was coming from the red door at the end of the landing. You approached the door and rang the bell, no one opened the door, you rang again, but nobody showed up. Since no one seemed to hear the bell, you started knocking on the door, louder and louder.
You were very surprised that no one came to complain about the noise or peeked out from the knocks you were giving against the door. Either no one lived on the other floors or they didn't care about the noise at all. You looked at your wristwatch, it was two a.m. Yes, definitely no one lived there.
Curiosity got the better of you and you tried to think of a way to open that door. You decided to kick it. In movies it always worked, right? It couldn't be that difficult.
It was a big mistake.
You took four steps away and ran to it, when your foot hit the door, it opened wide, making you fall into the apartment. Turns out the door wasn't locked in any way.
On the floor, you turned over to be on your back and saw that the inside door was completely bricked up with wooden boards that were nailed to the door but didn’t reach the wall. Whoever was in there, if they didn't want to be disturbed, they weren't doing anything right.
You got up off the ground and dusted off your clothes. Good thing you were alone.
When you recovered from such humiliation, you continued your way through the house looking for the origin of the music. You crossed a corridor, letting yourself be guided by the rumbling of the walls that was getting louder, letting you know that you were getting closer. You ended up in front of a big gray, neglected door and opened it without a second thought.
When you opened the door, a strong smell of cigarettes and something stronger filled your nose, causing you to take a step back. The floor was littered with syringes, vomit puddles, and other gadgets that you couldn't describe.
In the middle of the room, there was a young guy, with shaved hair and a yellow shirt that was slightly small, revealing his torso. The boy was unconscious, face down, he hadn’t noticed your presence yet.
You went to open the only window in the room, to ventilate and turned off the radio.
Mission accomplished.
As soon as the young man stopped listening to the dreadful music, he began to move, lazily and turned around, letting you see that it was Mark Renton himself.
"Put the music back on." he simply said.
"It bothered me." you replied.
Mark, not recognizing the voice that had spoken to him, turned to you, puzzled.
"Who the hell are you?"
"My name is (y / n) and ... I live downstairs. Your music bothered me and as the door was open, I had no choice but to enter."
The boy got up, he seemed dizzy. He cursed himself for not having closed the door properly. Trudging out of his thoughts, Renton fixed his gaze on you.
"That's illegal. You know that, love?"
"Yeah and you’re the one who’s high as fuck in a house that I bet that isn’t even yours with the music blaring at 2 a.m."
Mark fell silent and spoke after a few seconds.
"I'm Mark, by the way, but my friends call me Renton."
"Nice to meet you, I guess." you said.
"Same here."
You stayed a while observing the mess on the ground.
"Are you alone?"
"You mean if I'm single? Because in that case, yes, I am."
"No." You giggled. "I'm asking if there's anyone else in this house. I'm saying that because this place stinks and it's cold. I think you should go down to my apartment and take a hot bath. I'll make you something to eat so you wipe off the effects of whatever you have in your body."
Mark, who was still somewhat disoriented, accepted, although it was a strange proposal since you didn’t know each other at all.
"I'm not going to do anything to you" you said, trying to reassure him. "I just want to help you."
You took the key that was in your pants pocket, showing it to him.
As you walked down the stairs, Mark asked you:
"This building isn’t safe. How is it that a girl like you lives in a place like this? Only families with a single salary live here and young people like me who come to ... you know .."
"I’ll only be here for a while. I usually travel a lot due to my job... I couldn't afford a better flat either."
You came downstairs and opened the door to your apartment, inviting him inside.
"This house is very nice, it doesn't look like a rental one. Seeing how bad this building is.." he said.
"Even if a building is 'bad', as you say, it doesn’t mean that you can’t live well." you led him to the living room. "Stay here. I'm going to go get some towels so you can take a hot bath. It'll do you good, you'll see. In the meantime, I'll fix something to eat. What would you want?"
"A sandwich would be nice.."
You nodded and headed to the bathroom. That meeting had been super strange and you didn't quite understand how you had ended up in that situation. Right now you were preparing a hot bath for Mark Renton, who was right now lying on your couch trying not to puke up. You would never have imagined that this would be your first meeting.
After preparing the bath, you returned to the living room and saw that the boy had sat up.
"Are you okay?" You asked him.
"It's just the side effects, I'll be fine in a few hours."
You just nodded. You didn't think this was the time to ask anything more.
"The bathtub is ready. I have left the towels right next to it. You can stay as long as you want. If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen."
Without saying anything else, you left the room.
While you were making two sandwiches with the few ingredients you had, Renton went into the bathroom and began to undress. He looked at the reflection of his naked body in the mirror, analyzing all the scars on his arms. Those drugs weren't doing him any good but he couldn't do anything about it.
With a long sigh, he staggered over to the tub and crept in carefully. The water was warm, not too hot, not too cold, at a perfect temperature. Mark relaxed and allowed his eyes to close. It felt good there, because of your strange kindness. You had suddenly appeared, offering him help, just what he needed. Maybe that was going to be his new beginning, his way of being able to swim to the surface. It had been too weird to just walk away with her, but no one had treated him like this for too long and he couldn't resist.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. How long had it been?
"Mark? Is everything okay?" He heard your voice on the other side of the door "I just wanted to tell you that the sandwiches are ready. You can go out whenever you want. And I have brought you a somewhat baggy T-shirt and pants that you can use as pajamas. I’m going to leave them here at the door."
"Thank you." He replied.
You smiled to yourself, put the clothes on the door, and went back to the kitchen. A short time later, you saw him walk in and told him to sit at the table. Renton, seeing the sandwich and the tea you made for him, practically lunged for it, like he hadn't eaten in years. You laughed a bit and sat across from him.
After several seconds in silence, you decided to speak.
"Mark .. Can I ask you a question?" The young man nodded as he admired the food in his hands "Why are you doing this to yourself?" He stopped looking at his plate to look at you.
"You’re asking about the injections?" You nodded slightly "It's the life I've chosen. I couldn't fill the void that keeps me from sleeping at night and drugs are the only thing that keeps me aliv ... you know?" He went silent for a few seconds "But I want to change! I want to be totally clean and have a normal life."
"If that's what you want .." you started to say "I can help you."
The gaze of the boy in front of you lit up.
"Would you do that?"
"Of course!"
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Butterfly Effect
Star's Note: So I finally got around to putting my main OC in the MK 2021 movie storyline and the first part is like a...songfic? Yeah so prepare for that and also Korë Nagako X Liu Kang is a crack ship, in general, please don't take it seriously lol.
OC Characters Involved
Nova Nagako
Mileena walked through the foyer leading to Shang Tsung's throne. Kabal and Goro were joining her it wasn't like she needed assistance for this. She preferred to do this one alone but the iron lung and royal brute refused. The trio reached Shang Tsung and once he gave Mileena the signal she spoke "She was spotted in Earthrealm far from Raiden's Temple as we speak. She seems to have...a different life with others around her. A caregiver." Mileena finished with an aggravated sigh "A caregiver?" Shang Tsung echoed in question.
Kabal cut his way into the conversation "She means her mother but with the description you gave it made it more difficult to find her. No white streaks in the hair, no pink eyes, and no magical powers. The reincarnation is shit." Kabal spat gesturing behind as if she was there. "Nova-" Shang Tsung began and Kabal cut him off once more. "News Flash she doesn't even go by Nova over there! Who the hell would name their kid Nova in this modern day. Her name is Korë. Not any better but it's different. Not fucking Nova." Now he was finished, and he put his hand on the hip for added flare.
"She's not our Lady Nova but still she stands out." Prince Goro mentioned. Mileena may have sniffed her out but Goro tracked her down. He found her first his chest swelled with pride. "She has companions." Mileena groaned half-heartedly "A friend and a consort." Shang Tsung leaned forward standing up from his throne altogether. "A consort?!" Kabal spoke again, "Yeah, not very good looking or the sharpest tool in the shed but they're around each other." Too bad they couldn't see Kabal rolling his eyes because he was doing so every few seconds. "Are you the better option?" Kabal asked genuinely "She is my Queen, my better half." Shang Tsung's voice echoed dreamily and again Kabal rolled his eyes "That's what they all say." Mileena then stepped closer to Shang Tsung as if it was just the two of them. "She had the marking of a Chosen One." Shang Tsung smirked "All the better." He then snapped his head to the side to look over at Nitara perched on a block of stone petting her wings. "Kabal and Mileena...Nitara will assist you in retrieving Nova." Mileena had no problem with that, she got along with Nitara so far. "Yes, master." Nitara said slyly as she sashayed towards the two said kombatants.
"Kill or injure beyond repair whoever stops you from bringing back my wife!" His voice echoed into the maroon sky.
Korë herself was sitting in a chair next to her close friend and housemate, Soleil. "You know what I think I did a really good job on my eyeshadow." She said brushing it a few more times and facing Soleil to show her eyelids covered in white eyeshadow and silver outline. She also had glitter on her face it must have been from the perfume or another form of body glitter. "I think you did really good this time, you're getting better." Soleil put her brush down and stood up fixing her dress in the process. Korë and Soleil were wearing the same dress it was a short pure white dress with lace at the ends and at Korë thought it was plus since it also wasn't strapless.
"Korë Nagako and Soleil Zaveri... five-minute call out. Almost showtime." It was their manager, Soleil responded with an 'Alright' and Korë an 'Okay'. Soleil stood up from her rolling chair as she finished her winged eyeliner and Korë followed her as she finished putting on her lip gloss.
"Yeah, I'm at the place it's like this, singer stripper bar or whatever, I don't know but she's here," Sonya said as she entered the bar and took a seat in the back, and ordered a drink.
"Now, blessing us with their presence is the femme fatale duo is Korë and Soleil!" The response to the statement was scattered cheers. The duo walked onto the stage and the atmosphere itself changed when she saw Korë. Korë had a slight headache that she had been nursing for a couple of days and Soleil knew that but Korë was convinced that it had gone away and she was just dealing with the aftermath. They both cleared their throat and as the stage light shined on them, Soleil started harmonizing as the beat started playing and Korë started singing.
It's like you got superpowers
Turn my minutes into hours
You got more than 20-20, babe
Made of glass the way you see through me
You know me better than I do
Can't seem to keep nothing from you
How you touch my soul from the outside?
Permeate my ego and my pride
"I love you." Shang Tsung said as he wrapped his arms around Korë twisting her around so she was facing him and she gazed at him lovingly as a teasing smirk spread across her obsidian lips. She leaned in until their lips were ghosting over each other "Do you want me to say it back?" She asked jokingly "I think my heart will truly break if you don't." Shang said dramatically and she giggled "I love you."
I wanna love me (ooh)
The way that you love me (ooh)
Ooh, for all of my pretty
And all of my ugly too
I'd love to see me from your point of view
I wanna trust me (trust me)
The way that you trust me (trust me)
Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do
I'd love to see me from your point of view
"If you stop moving it would hurt less Prince Goro." He growled again at her statement and she returned it with a cold, unmoving stare. His growls then calmed down to huffs and puffs "Thank you." She said to him as she finished wrapping the bandage around his arm. "The wound isn't too bad, you'll heal fast either way." She said as she stood up and gathered her healing equipment and before she left she was grated with a rumbling "Thank you." at least he had manners she'll give him that. Before she closed the door she sent him a smile. A kind smile. One to remember.
I'm gеtting used to receiving
Still gеtting good at not leaving
I'ma love you even though I'm scared (oh, scared)
Learnin' to be grateful for myself (oh, oh, oh)
You love my lips 'cause they say the
Things we've always been afraid of
I can feel it startin' to subside
Learnin' to believe in what is mine
"I wouldn't recommend it Mileena," Nova said as she closed her spellbook and stood to face Mileena and they were roughly the same height. "But to ensure my knowledge of it-" Nova sighed and grabbed Mileena by the shoulders "I don't want you to learning just yet, you must stick with the powers you were born with for now. I will teach you myself when you have elevated your powers. Understand?" Nova asked tilting her head for the effect and Mileena nodded. Nova brought her in for a hug and kissed her on the forehead and at that Mileena purred in comfort and delight for the slight praise she got.
I wanna love me (ooh)
The way that you love me (ooh)
Ooh, for all of my pretty
And all of my ugly too
I'd love to see me from your point of view
I wanna trust me (trust me)
The way that you trust me (trust me)
Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do
I'd love to see me from your point of view
I couldn't believe it or see it for myself
Boy, I be impatient, but now I'm out here
Fallin', fallin', frozen, slowly
Fallin', got me right
I won't keep you waitin' (waitin')
All my baggage fadin' safely (my baggage fadin')
And if my eyes deceive me
Won't let them stray too far away, I
I wanna love me (ooh)
The way that you love me (ooh)
Ooh, for all of my pretty
And all of my ugly too
I'd love to see me from your point of view
I wanna trust me, ooh (trust me)
The way that you trust me, baby (trust me)
'Cause nobody ever loved me like you do
I'd love to see me from your point of view (oh)
Yeah
As they finished their performance they got a fresh round of applause and Korë finally let out a breath as she always did after a performance and smiled alongside Soleil. After giving a wave they went backstage and collected their money. Since they didn't feel like staying at the bar anymore that night they decided to head home. "Good night KoKo," Soleil said with a yawn as she kissed her on the cheek and closed the door to her room. Korë was outside on the back porch humming and looking up at the sky, enjoying the night breeze. Until she heard whispering and then shuffling in the bushes 'The fuck?' she said under her breath as she quickly grabbed the steel bat near her that they used for protection.
She walked closer to the bushes and beat them with the bat a few times before staring at them again. She sighed, maybe she was just tired that was more than likely the case. She let out another breath as she turned but then yelped as she was met with a woman who was roughly her size and height. Her eyes glowed in the night and her mouth was covered in blood and it looked almost stained on her face. "Mommy Nova! I have waited so long for you!" She grinned widely showing off her razor-sharp teeth and reached for a hug arms opened wide but Korë moved a couple of steps back, her back bumped into someone and she turned to see a man taller and lankier.
"Hey, sweetness." It sounded like a man, a man who had trouble breathing and could barely compose his words. Korë wasn't thinking straight that's all she could of. She swung her bat wildly at the two intruders causing the man to speed away and the woman teleport back a few feet away from her. But she knows that she has hit one of them by the blood on her bat and the scar that was made on her stomach. She shrieked as she held her stomach and she did a full 360° but she couldn't see them. She felt like she was going to faint from the loss of blood and the lack of sleep. She then heard gunshots and she fell to the ground hoping that nothing else would wound her.
"Get up and get in the car!" She didn't have to be told twice since she was living off of adrenaline at the moment. She ran past the woman who was still letting off gunshots as she got in the car and slammed the door as she leaned into the seat protectively. After letting off a few more shots that the duo continued to dodge Sonya ran back to the car as well and got into the driver's seat starting the car and zooming off as she saw beady red eyes staring at her in the rearview mirror. "Who the hell are you?" Korë asked with a hiss as the woman started looking at her up and down when she suddenly asked "Where is the marking?" She asked indignantly "What fucking marking?! What the fuck are you talking about?" Korë spat and Sonya rolled her eyes as she tugged Korë's hoodie upwards and ghosted her finger over the Mortal Kombat marking.
"You wanna explain that?"
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'Only time' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !
"Only time"
"Freya, what I need right now is only time....I'm trying to stay strong !"
Chapter Summary : Yirina has managed to survive & won during the trigger memories Stitch & Freya forced her to relive but since they thought to have won....she needed to play the second act.....
To read it on AO3, click here !
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They think they have won me....they think they have succeeded to break me and my control over my body by making me relive the same trigger memories that put me to reveal Perseus location 3 years ago and now, they wanted me to....put me back into their ranks but that didn't work and they don't really know that for the moment. I already faced that battle and I knew how things were going to happen, it was also the first time....I disobeyed in those memories, always thinking that I was doomed to follow the orders but I was wrong. Now....I only have to do one thing....
"She's moving her arms, she's awakening !"
"Her eyes are following too !"
I heard these voices back during my trigger memories but now, I could hear them well as my eyes were slowly opening up, blinded by the light that was almost above me, trying to move but still attached to that stretcher, my head hurting me like it did before, half in the vapes until my eyes were now widely open, discovering Freya near me, her hands on the stretcher with Dedov next to her, him looking to an file in his hands until Stitch arrived in the room, going in front of Freya at the other side of the stretcher.
"So, she's awake, it seems." He observed, looking at me before removing his eyes away. "It took almost 2 hours but she's back." He added.
"Her state was mostly stable during that time, nothing to worry about." Dedov affirmed, giving the file to Stitch.
"Where...I am ?" I asked in an low voice, starting my second...act of play....
"It's alright, Yirina." Freya replied, moving slowly to put her hands on my face, stroking my cheeks. "You're safe now with us." She affirmed again, having removed her mask from her face.
"Do you think she still has her memories or not ?" Stitch demanded, handing over the file back to Dedov before looking to me again.
"Guess an test is necessary to know that, sir." He proposed, putting the file away behind him as Freya get her hands off me in an gentle way.
"Well, to start easily, do you remember your name ?" Stitch started, his hands behind his back.
"Uhm...Yirina..Grigoriev ?" I muttered, fainting to think about it and the three nodded, Dedov biting his lips away.
"Good for the moment." He scratched the back of his head, looking thinkful.
"What's the last thing I remember, Yirina ?" Freya questioned, looking worried to be honest, thinking that she didn't want me to lose my memories.
"I don't know." I whispered as in my head, I was looking through some memories that was going inside my head, wanting to find an far away one. "Yes...Afghanistan." I claimed, having found the perfect one.
"Afghanistan ?" Freya & Stitch chuckled in unison, very curious towards me.
"Yes, you don't remember, Freya ?" I said, looking at her with an little grin and also an tear appearing on my left eye. "I...I proposed." I revealed, causing her eyes to go wide.
"You proposed...but to who ?" Stitch demanded, sounding an bit stunned to hear that until he looked at Freya. "Wait, she proposed to you ?" She nodded to him.
"Yes, she did." She grinned an little, taking my left hand in her owns before an feeling of sadness took over her face. "But...this was 4 years ago." She snorted.
"What....4 years ?" I sounded shocked, thinking at first that I was awakening from an coma to them. "What happened ?" I asked, seeing the concerns of their looks as they weren't ready to this. "Freya, tell me." I pleaded.
"I don't know but...." She started, her eyes mixing between Dedov & Stitch...she was surely thinking of an fake story in her head. "Listen, the most important is that you're back with us." She affirmed, suddenly avoiding the subject.
"Yes, she's right." Stitch exclaimed, pointing at her as for me, I knew that I couldn't remember of everything.
"Who are you ?" I faked to not knowing him before I looked at Freya. "Freya, who is he ?" I continued to question her.
"You don't remember Stitch ?" I shook my head to her, still 'wondering' who was that masked man with an black hood near me.
"Dedov, is there any explanations to that ?" Stitch wasn't sounding sad or mad....just normal.
"Well, it seems that the br-....the recovery...." He purposely coughed but in me, I was realizing that they will try everything to hide the brainwashing from me. "It could have saved some of her memories while the others are needing time to be recovered."
"So, as we see, she's still having her memories but they're kinda random." Stitch suggested, putting his hands on the stretcher and Dedov nodded to him.
"Yes but as we have seen, she's not considering herself as another person." Dedov added to that statement, making me 'wonder' why they were talking about another person. "We will might need to make others recovery tests but it will not be before 2 days." He continued, giving his thoughts on the situation.
"It's about the risks to not losing her, I'm correct ?" Freya theorized, still following by an nodding from Dedov.
"We will have more time to do the tests on the other woman." Stitch proclaimed, crossing his arms to look at Park's direction....she was asleep, an few doctors around her....they must have start to drug her, the same situation I faced for days and now, it was her turn...
"Do you know her, Yirina ?" It was Freya that was going to ask me that question for sure, feeling her voice near me as I was looking at Park unconscious.
"No." I lied, cracking in the inside to not acknowledge her. "Is she...someone you're trying to save too ?" I asked back, looking at the three of them.
"Yes, we're trying to save her too." Freya claimed, feeling the whole lie behind her voice.
"She's suffering the same fate as you, Grigoriev." Stitch quoted, trying to be funny to me, that wasn't working at all. "Anyway, Dedov, you continue to direct the test for Park to see when we can start." He ordered in an clear voice to hom, causing him to salute and join the doctors near Park, leaving me alone with Stitch & Freya. "What now ?"
"Now ?" Freya was an bit strangely happy to be honest. "I'm bringing her with me to my quarters." She admitted, sending me chills in my body to hear that.
"Wait, you're actually saying that you want her to be with you, to roam that base freely ?" Stitch protested, almost slamming his fists against the stretcher.
"She will stay with me all the time between each test, nothing to worry about." She exclaimed, trying to reason him.
"That might be the stupidest plan I have ever heard." He objected as Freya was starting to removing the links of the stretcher to set me free.
"She's one of us, remember ?" She seemed to correct him, removing the link that was avoiding my legs to move before finishing by my hands & chest, making me fully free after hours on that thing.
"Why I was attached ?" I demanded, making round with my both hands to relax them better from the links. "Was it because I did hurt someone ?"
"No, not at all, it was for your safety." Freya replied, helping to get up back on my feets, keeping her hands on me in case.
"Before you go with her, I need to talk to you about an important detail." Stitch interrupted her as she was starting to go away with me out of the medical room. "Without her, of course." He corrected him.
"Yirina, await me outside, okay ?" She ordered to me and I nodded, opening the door for me and let me go outside with me staying near the door, back closed by her.
Honestly, I could have run away and escape this place but...I wasn't going to let them have Park, she was still in that room behind me, been experimented on, surely going to brainwash her and I have to do something. I tried to put my ears to listen about what the two were going to talk about but it was mostly muffling and the only real audibles parts I could hear was about Sonya themselves but I couldn't listen to everything until the door opened again by Freya, having some luck to have removed my ears seconds before.
Then, I was now obliged to follow her for the first time, not been handcuffed or drugged but I was master of my own movements in those hallways and for the first time, I could discover the outside in days. Unfortunately, it was already the night and I couldn't exactly know where this location was but it was surely an military base. Freya was explaining that she was going to help me relive some memories of my life and for that, I was going to live with her in her own personal quarters in another part of the base in an building.
"Here we are !" She said after we got inside an big building that was near an small airstrip and then, in front of an door that I supposed to be her quarters. "Welcome home, Yiri." She whispered, opening the door, to make me discover where she was living in this base : it was modest but looking like an officer quarters.
"Is this where you live ?" I asked her and she nodded as I enter the room first thanks to her.
"Exactly, we've been established here for an month now." She replied, closing the door behind me as she passed near by, removing her military vest off her, going to the king-sized bed....maybe better than the bed in that cell. "We're making some operations against our enemies."
"Okay." I muttered, watching her undressing her on that bed without moving at all from my position.
"You're not coming ?" She stopped herself, watching me like a site block.
"I don't know...should I ?" I demanded, pointing at her.
"Of course and you're looking tired." She responded, removing her pants before she tapped next to her, the position she wanted to give me on that bed. "Come on, don't be shy." She told me, looking at me, unsure until I resigned myself to do so and join her in the bed but not even removing my clothes. "Take them off, Yiri, it's fine."
"No, I'm better with them." I expressed, installing myself in the bed, looking at the other direction while my head was hold by my right hand. I couldn't really remove my clothes here, uncomfortable to do so.
"If you want..." She chuckled before she put her arm around my chest, wanting to keep me with her. "I told you that I will bring you home." She affirmed in an clear voice, holding me firmly as I was blank stare, looking at the wall away....I need an plan....
I know that I needed to talk to someone and that particular person was none other than Bell....me...myself. She's the one who told me that I was going to hold on & fight, that I will maybe won that fight and that my help was going to be in the inside and all of this was true, she saw what happened but I needed to know more. As I thought to find myself on that airstrip in Turkey or that cliff in Solovetsky, it was another place I found myself in : the old CIA safehouse in West-Berlin...E9...
This place was looking empty of people but it was looking used with an lot of paperworks on the desks all around and that dashboard.....that dashboard full of intels we got over the days in 1981. It was weird to go back here even if it was only an dream and I was just alone until I saw an figure of myself, working at Park's old desk...the place I was also used to work on...Bell was still wearing the same outfit from Solovetsky.
"I know you will do it." She started, going up from the seat she was sitting on as I was leaned against Adler's desk. "I told you that you will won that fight." She added with an smile on her face.
"You did, thanks." I thanked her with my gratitude, an grin on my face.
"No, no need to thanks me, I'm just yourself." She scoffed, raising her shoulders before she arrived near me.
"You told me that my help was going to be in the inside, you were right." I admitted, crossing my arms to remember about what happened. "These americans soldiers, they....they were like now aware of my state and they tried to help me."
"And they did help you." She affirmed, making an tap on my shoulder. "You broke the control that Stitch had on you, allowing you to make your own choices in that memory." She added, giving me an explanation of my moves.
"I didn't know how it happened but disobeying these orders...." I stopped myself, thinking about how I could disobey the orders without consequences. "Was it something that could have been done ?"
"Yes, we just done it." She smiled, not realizing my seriousness of my question but I decided to not say anything else, looking at Perseus picture on the dashboard. "But I'm afraid that this victory is short-living." She muttered, looking down.
"What do you mean ?" I demanded, worried.
"They're thinking that they won you back but if more tests are happening, they will really win you !" She revealed, realizing the danger of the situation. "You have only an short time to think of something." She ordered, clearly.
"I'll try but if they're limiting my movements, it isn't going to be easy." I said, getting up from the desk to get next to the dashboard. "And I'm not going away without Park." I told Bell, already knowing that perfectly.
"I know...I know." She exclaimed, walking next to me. "You have only one day to make it count but I know you will do this." She added, both now looking at Perseus picture.
"I'll try." I repeated in an low voice as my eyes were getting narrowed by themselves, slowly meaning that it was the end of that memory....
"I'll try to find an plan, we will soon leave this place !"
I needed an plan....that all I needed to do for the upcoming day where I couldn't know what I was going to do while been under the look of Freya herself. That thought was the first thing I had when I woke up the morning of that day to the sounds from the outside and since days, I could directly see the light of the sun coming through the window, reassuring me and bringing an smile on my face despite having an bit of pain at my chest, signifying that Freya's hold on me was an bit too firm.
When I got sit on the side of the bed, I could discover that Freya wasn't with me on the bed, her former clothes all over the floor and I could hear her inside an room...probably her own bathroom, taking an shower. I preferred to wait for her actually on the bed to come back but it seems that she was taking her time in it, causing me without actually wanting to do it, to got up from the bed and to go to the door.
"Freya ?" I knocked two times against the door, not so noisy knocks and in an low voice, looking down.
"Yirina, it's you ?" She asked me as the sound of water going out from an shower was not audible anymore.
"Yes, it's me." I responded, wondering if it was too late to go back to my tracks and on that bed.
"Good, you can come in." She suggested and without hesitation that I should have in me, I opened the door to enter the bathroom....guess it was too late to step back now. As I thought...she was partially naked, only starting to cover herself with an towel when I enter.
"You could have told me about that." I expressed, an bit blushing on my face by seeing her like that.
"Why should I ?" She raised an eyebrow with an smile. "We're engaged, remember ?" She make me remember of that from the memory I told her....feeling so bad for Sonya at this moment....They're loving her but it seems that it isn't reciprocal....I'm not loving her....but I had to act....
"I know, it's just...." I stopped myself to get sit on the side of the bath just next to me. "I'm troubled by an lot of things, Freya." I told her, joining my hands together once sit.
"It's okay." She whispered, sitting next to me, putting her left hand over mine. "Listen, you know that I'm here to help you." She affirmed again her lies as I kept an straight face to her.
"What's going to happen today ?" I demanded, wanting to know deeply.
"I'm going to make you walk around freely in the base, hoping to make you remember of things." She replied, not even flinching her eyes away from me. "It's going to be an lot of days before you could remember of everything right & good for me." She added, knowing that it was for 'her & them' in terms of good & right.
"And those tests ?" I questioned her, curious about it.
"You know what ? We should stop talking about this." She proclaimed as she start to make me look in her eyes and my hands to go around her waist....I know what she wanted but....shit, I have to act despite been weakened by that in the inside.
"What are you doing ?" I asked in an normal lowed voice, almost breathless.
"Helping you remember." She breathed she pulled me in for an kiss on my lips.
She was going to do it anyways and I had no choices but to get along with it, feeling ashamed of what I was doing but she was starting to go further by going up and making me move, holding my hands, inside the shower before continuing to kiss me...removing her own towel off her, back to be naked before she decided to action the shower wanting to tense the kiss by making me & her wet.
I was starting to struggle inside of me to stop that kiss but more she was doing it, more I was going to fall deeply and in fact, that kiss was only broking me because of many things....Sonya's love with Freya and Freya who seems to not give an fuck about it. It was only after an few moments after she actioned the shower that I finally found the courage to actually act freely, breaking her control over me.
"Wait, stop !" I said in an clear voice, stopping the shower with my right hand before leaving the shower, all wet because of her.
"Yirina, come back." She pleaded, staying inside the shower. "What's wrong, Yiri." She demanded from me as I moved to clean up the wet redhead hair of me.
"I need time !" I replied in an harsh tone to her, feeling ashamed of that kiss I did, looking myself through the mirror. "I know that you & me are an thing but what happened to me, that sudden loss of memories." I added, passing my hand with the towel through my hair.
"Yes but I'm helping you, remember ?" She told me in an low voice, taking back her own towel on the ground as I was finished to clean up.
"Maybe but...I need time." I repeated again, turning around to not look at her at all. "I love you but I need to stay strong and for the moment, I need to stay focused and strong." I continued, giving my thoughts on the situation, between good & wrong. "I know that you're at my side but that...I don't think it's really helping me." I claimed.
"Yirina..." She whispered before stopping herself.
"I know, you're trying to help me but not like that." I admitted as I moved near the opened door to lean myself against the door frame, turned to the bedroom direction, not able to look at her in the eyes with that attire....
"I just want some time to think freely...and an plan to stay strong."
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The HARRINGROVE War AU that no one asked for...
"Jetty!"
"Oh fuck!"
"Fucking hell man! We're fucking dead-"
"Shut the fuck up Meyers!"
"Andrews! Get the medic!"
"Fuck- my goddamn arm!"
"Tommy-!"
The sounds are still in his head, knocking around his brain inside his skull. His eyes haven't closed in days and he's pretty sure his skin is falling off his bones. He feels sick and dirty and his hair feels dirty and unkempt. It had grown back so fast in the short period of time he'd been here... in Hell.
His body hurts, bones jarring and scraping against each other with every movement. There's a throbbing on the left side of his ribs, and the stinging pain of a festering wound on his right. It's been burning for days. His legs are sore, right leg wrapped up to the knee and oozing thick, dark red. The bandages around his head have started getting sticky with sickening ointment and congealed blood. His lips sting painfully every time he passes his tongue over them. They're cracked and busted in several places, red and raw where the skin's been opened.
God, what had they done to him?
He feels a presence near him and freezes, even though the bombs ringing in his head don't quite stop exploding.
"Hi Ms. Nancy, how's he been?"
"You're always right on time Soldier."
The woman's voice sounds familiar but he can't place it in his hazed state.
"I made him a promise." The man responds, a dark, echoing loneliness in his voice.
"Of course," Ms. Nancy replies, walking closer to fix something very near to his left side.
And somehow, his body fails him and goes stiff, sitting upright with his eyes wide and frightened. His jaw is locked tight and his fists are clenched, knuckles white. Every instinct in his body is warning him to get away- to run away from the danger, as if he'd be torn apart by the bomb Ms. Nancy was currently setting atop the bed. A terrified whine escapes his throat and a solitary tear runs down his pale cheek.
"He's been getting worse huh?" The Soldier asks, not unkindly, just kind of sad.
"So far, we've only seen nine cases of men recovering from shell-shock. It's not promising... one of them died last night."
"Died? Did it spread?"
"No Soldier. He put a gun in his mouth."
There's a sudden silence that falls over them, cold breeze billowing through the over-arching windows of the stone Catholic church they'd set up the triage in. Even the pained and terrified moans and cries of grown men had fallen into the hush, as if God himself were present.
Then Ms. Nancy speaks again:
"There's been a new shipment of iodine and sodium hydroxide today. From the French. We've been ordered to ration it but I think he needs his wounds cleaned again."
"Thank you."
........................
He hates when the nurse bathes him.
Hates how useless it makes him feel. Hates that he'd become so cowardly, like a child afraid of the dark. Her thin but gentle hands wash over him, soothingly passing the clean water over his skin, careful not to disturb the wounds. But he feels so wounded all over.
By the time he's back in bed, the night has taken over for the day, and hundreds of his comrades have already conceded to sleep. But he stays wide awake, terrified and paranoid that a bomb's going to go off in the middle of the night and kill everyone while they rest peacefully. So he keeps his rifle by his bedside, ready for a fight.
"Goodnight Soldier." Ms. Nancy says softly, not to him, but to the man sitting beside him.
The Soldier's been with him since the trenches. He was a good man, and a steady presence of stability in these crazy days. He could recall some kind of kinship between them, comprised of half-hearted banter, terrible jokes and early morning conversations that were for their ears only. Talking to him had made being in those vile and unsanitary trenches a little better. They often talked about being back home, safe and surrounded by friends who loved them. Their families were another story but that was beside the point.
"Got a letter today," the Soldier tells him, drinking out of an aluminium canteen. His finger twitches, almost as if he's fighting to respond but is paralyzed to do so.
"From Maxine."
Maxine was Soldier's sister...
She told me that my Dad and Susan were planning to move out of California. Stupid, right? She said something about Indiana, and starting over in a small town. Who knows pretty boy? They might even move to that good ol' Hawkins you keep telling me about."
Pretty Boy... that's Soldier's pet name for him.
"A letter came for you too. From your father."
He must've gasped in shock because suddenly the Soldier is staring up at him with those unreal blue eyes, lips slightly parted in surprise. He feels the Soldier's hand on his shoulder and it's warm and comforting. It beds down the shock a little bit; shock at the fact that his father had written a letter to him. He may have been in shell-shock but even his mind could recall the time when John Harrington said that he was dead to him. That until he'd made something of himself, he would never be accepted- would never be his son.
"Steve? You with me kid?"
Kid.
The Soldier always called him that, despite being not much older himself. He preferred that nickname to rookie though, since he'd only just started while the Soldier had been on this tour since late last year. He remembers the absolute feeling of dread that had filled his body when the draft had come around and his name was on that godforsaken piece of paper. His parents had been all too ecstatic to ship him off on his merry way. He'd been writing to them, feverishly begging for their mercy. Hadn't gotten a letter back since he'd started writing to them.
"Wh- ...what d...does it say?" he hears himself ask softly, throat shaking with emotion. "Can- ...um, can you read it to me Bill?"
Billy- no longer the abstract Soldier in his mind- sighs and leans over in the chair, elbows resting on his knees. He's holding a piece of paper in his hands, fists closed tight, his knuckles white.
"Please Bill..."
"Hold on pretty boy," Billy whispers as gently as he can, blue eyes staring hard at the neat, professional penmanship of who must've been John Harrington, Steve's father. It was concise and void of any kind of human emotion.
"Steve,
Stop sending us letters. It upsets your mother and I'm much too busy to sit down and write replies."
Billy feels his heart break into pieces for the poor kid and he doesn't have the heart to put him through such harsh words. He folds it up quickly and clears his throat.
"Y'know what? I brought Max's letter by accident."
"W- what?"
"Must've left it in the command wing. It's fine, we can always get it some other time."
Steve looks at him, big brown doe-eyes confused and sad at the same time. "What if it's an emergency?"
Billy scoffs. "Trust me, they ain't fighting a war back in ol' Hawkins. Your folks can wait. You on the other hand, need to get some sleep."
A soft smile creeps up on Steve's pretty face and he blushes soft pink. "Well at least tell me what's been going on Boss."
That was his pet name for Billy.
"Where's Tommy?"
Billy's expression suddenly changes and he's no longer pained. Just angry. And lost and so fucking confused. War brought out the worst in men, and it was always hard to fight alongside the corpses of men he'd spent weeks, months in the trenches with. They were all family, and losing even one of them was the worst pains Billy had ever faced.
Steve's hopeful expression turns ever so slightly and now he looks awfully worried.
"Bill? Billy where's Tommy?"
Billy glances up into the kid's eyes and sees nothing but hopelessness there as realization dawns upon him. Steve bursts into wailing tears and crashes back onto the pillows, hands covering his face. His wails trigger some of the sleeping men and they wake up in a shock, disgruntled yells and curses filling the large hall.
"Settle down Soldier," a tired looking nurse hisses, looking more panicked than mad. She gives Billy a pointed glare and goes about on her way to putting the terrified men back to sleep.
Billy sighs and shushes Steve as gently as he can, petting the boy's soft hair until he quiets. He feels a weariness wash over him and crawls into the bed to lay down next to the kid. Steve wastes no time in burying his face in Billy's neck, silent sobs wracking through his frail body. Billy wraps him up in his arms, a scalding hot wave of protectiveness flaring inside his chest.
"It's okay kid, I've got you. I promise," he whispers in Steve's ear, stroking his back in slow, deliberate motions. The pretty brunette cries and cries until he cries himself to sleep, snuggled into the larger soldier, as if he was the only protection he needed.
Billy just holds him through the night.
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Here’s the link for the full version ^ ——
Sister dear (Steve x sister reader)
(This is preseason one to show you what the background is on the whole story)
(let me know if you think this should be published as a separate book!)
You and Steve had a rocky start to being siblings.
You were born four years apart.
He was born in a time when your parents actually loved each other. They had time for birthdays and family weekends together. They went out to the park on saturdays. They were a picture perfect family.
It just so happened that when you were born, your father stopped being quite so faithful to your mother. When you came into the world, your father was in Europe on a business trip. And he wasn't only up to business.
Little Steve had adored you at first. He always wanted to hold you or play with you.
But then their parents no longer had time for him.
It was always work... and taking care of you.
It slowly changed over the years to only work, as your mother could no longer trust your father. Steve was left to watch you for weeks on end. He was good at it at first. He used to watch you carefully. He used to make sure you were happy and well...
Until he could no longer see his friends.
He was ten. You were five.
He began to leave you at home. At first it was only for thirty minutes while he went to the park. Then it was an hour every day during his elementary school days while he went to the movies.
You were seven when you began cooking your own meals.
You TRIED talking to him. You really did.
You tried catching his sleeve whenever he breezed past. You tried showing him crafts you made. You tried playing music you thought he might like.
That ended with twelve year old Steve pushing you away.
It ended with your works of art thrown in the trash.
Your music cassettes were thrown onto the road.
Your mother made sure both of you knew to never walk into the middle of the road, so you could only cry as some unknowing stranger destroyed your wonderful music. The music you had saved up all your allowance for. The music that you had thought your older brother would like. The music that you thought might bring you two together.
When your mother and father returned, you tattled.
Steve was grounded for a whole week.
But he always needed to have the last say. So he sold your boom box and spent all the money on comics. He threw your sketchbook in the quarry water. He shoved you to the floor, saying that if you ever tattled again then you would join your drawing book in the cold water.
You stopped trying to give Steve your attention and love. You no longer wished he would spend more time at home. So you began exploring the town by yourself at the age of nine. You didn't really have friends to hang out with so you would browse through stores.
The arcade was your favorite place.
You loved showing up early on Saturday mornings, before Steve was even awake, and leaving behind a new high score on the dragons lair.
Why?
Because it always riled up a group of boys your age. They had no idea who kept beating them over and over. Every Sunday morning you watched them walk in... only to scream a few seconds later about how someone had beaten their score by ONE point. Again.
You loved having some sort of connection to them. Even if they didn't know it was you. Or even who you were at all. They were a weird little group, strictly sticking with only other A.V club kids. Besides, you hardly ever talked. What would be so special about you?
It also didn't help that your older brother had begun to build himself a reputation. When you were ten, he began to be known as king Steve. You knew he bullied one of the kids (wills) older brother while beginning to flirt with another's (mike's) older sister.
You knew this because your father began forcing Steve to drive you home from school. That was the rule he set when he gave Steve the car.
Every day you trekked to the high school, only to watch Steve hang around Nancy Wheeler and push Johnathan Byers. You would have intervened and told him that you really didn't want to wait twenty minutes (out of sight) for him to be done. But the last time he did that he made you ride the way home in the trunk of his car.
When you were eleven, you started hanging out at Melvald's convenience store in the town square. Your favorite time to go there was at 7:00, because Mrs. Byers would always work the morning shift.
Wills mother was really quite wonderful. Every time you walked in she greeted you with a smile and lowered her magazine.
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"Whatcha lookin for today, kiddo?" She smiled softly, leaning on the counter to watch you browse.
"Any new cassette tapes." You shrugged, fingering each music case that caught your eye. "Do you have any Clash? I... lost mine." You didn't lose it. Steve broke it when he heard you mutter about how much you hated Tommy H.
"Yeah, we got a new box of cassettes delivered this morning." She hopped up and waved for you to follow her to the back room. "I miiiight have snagged a Clash cassette for you when I saw it." She grinned as she held the door open for the young girl.
"You didn't need to buy anything for me!" You gasped. You knew that the Byers needed all the money they could get. "Can I pay you back?" You immediately began digging through your pockets for spare change.
She placed a guiding hand on your back as you both entered, pulling you away from your search. "Oh no it's fine! It's the least I can do for my most frequent visitor."
She plucked the music case off the shelf and handed it to you. "You go to Hawkins elementary, right? You should talk to my son. Will. He also loves the Clash."
You turned red and clutched the cassette. "I've...seen him around before. I don't know how to talk to him."
"Oh it's easy!" She grabbed the spare paper and crayons you always used when you visited. "You just need to find common ground. For example," she pulled up a stool beside her for you to sit at, "you both like to draw!"
You placed down the paper and got working on your art. "Will it make a difference if I draw cartoons and he draws realistic? What if the difference is too big for him to want to talk to me?"
"It'll give you more to talk about!"
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So began your quest to pursue friendship.
You attempted to speak to Will and his friends in the hall.
They were talking too loud about their latest campaign to hear you.
You tried asking to sit by them at lunch.
They were too busy launching potato's at the ceiling to notice.
Right when you almost gave up... Will and you were paired together as partners for a history project.
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'Don't mess it up, don't mess it up', you told yourself over and over as you moved to sit by Will. 'Don't be weird. See if he'll talk first. Don't be clingy.'
Wills was equally quiet. He just read through the rubric of the project and stayed silent.
'What can we talk about... what should I say?'
A drawing poking out of wills bag caught your eye. It looked like a wizard casting some sort of spell.
"I like your drawing!" You blurted out, wishing you could just shut up.
Wills jumped, startled. "Yeah... umm.. it's from... uh... it's from our last campaign.." he began fiddling with his thumbs, unsure of what to say to a girl. "Our DnD campaign... I mean."
You nodded along. "I like to draw to! I've never... I've never played DnD before... so I like to draw people."
Will cracked a shy smile. "I'll show you my drawing if you show me one of yours."
You agreed hesitantly.
He took your cartoon and you took his master piece. You desperately wished you could draw like him. Your cartoons looked so simple, as Steve always said.
"You're a cartoonist!" Will smiled, holding the paper out in front of him. It was a caricature of Mrs. Byers. "You must be the girl my mom sees at her job!" His eyes were wide with recognition. "This is so good! I wish I could draw cartoons. But whenever I try... they look like potato's." He laughed.
You flushed a deep red. "I... I'm also the one that beats your scores every Saturday." You admit.
His jaw dropped. "No way. We've been trying to figure out who that was for months! We formed a whole list of people to interrogate!" He ran a hand through his hair.
You giggled. "I can prove it... if you want. Next Saturday I could show you and your friends? At the arcade?"
"Yeah! I'm totally down to hang out at the arcade!"
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Will had brought you to the A.V club after to ask the rest of the party. You had protested at first. What if they didn't like you? What if they said no? You would look so stupid! You tried to use your brother driving you home as an excuse.
But if you brought Steve up... no. You couldn't start a potential friendship like that.
Will proposed the ideas to everyone excitedly.
It seemed that Lucas had a problem with it immediately.
——-
"Sorry Will, but we can't." Lucas shook his head. "We've got plans."
Your heart dropped.
"Wait," Dustin frowned and turned to his friend. "What plans? I wasn't aware of any plans."
Lucas crossed his arms. "Remember? Our campaign?"
"We don't have a-."
Lucas elbowed him harshly and looked at you. "Can you leave for a second? We need to talk. ALONE."
You nodded and stepped out of the room. "Yeah totally! Just let me know when-."
The door slammed in your face.
You know you shouldn't have but you pressed your ear to the door anyway.
"What's your damage?" Mike Wheeler hissed quietly.
"Don't you know who she is?" Lucas accused.
"No... should we?" Will whispered in confusion.
"That's Y/N Harrington!" Lucas spat out.
"Steve Harrington's little sister." Dustin stated, now understanding.
Mike groaned. "The douche bag my sisters hooked on?"
"Yes! What if she's exactly like him?"
"You mean a total mouth breather? A player? An absolute jackass?"
You sunk to the floor. Of course Steve ruined the only chance you might have of a friendship. How could she think that these kids would look past her family's reputation? No one ever did. Even her teachers expected her to be disruptive and rude.
"Guys." Will intervened. "I talked to her in history."
"What?!"
"Traitor!"
"What about the party?"
Will lowered his voice, causing you to lean a little closer to the door. "She doesn't act like him. She never called me any names. She never told me that I'm a freak. She tried to talk to me about art."
"Steve definitely doesn't appreciate art." Dustin mumbled.
Wills continued. "She's a cartoonist. And I think she might be like us. You know who kept beating our dragon lair record?"
"Who?"
"Please tell me it wasn't Troy."
"Y/N Harrington."
"WHAT?!"
"IT WAS HER?!"
"GIRLS PLAY VIDEO GAMES?!"
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The Glimmer Hoes Master Plan| Crack Fanfic Mini Series
Episode One: [X]
Episode Two: [X]
Episode Three: [X]
Episode Four: I'm Flyin'
Episode Five: [X]
Warnings:
This may contain weird questionable subjects, no no words and sex scenes. It may cause you to lose a couple of brain cells and fall into a state of confusion. Do not read if you are under the age of 16. Read at your own risk.
Cast:
Keith Richards
Ronnie Wood
Bill Wyman
Charlie Watts
Rod Stewart
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It was around midnight when the huge slaughtering went down around the small motel in CaliFOnia. The Rolling Stones were on the search for a hospital since Ronnie is a dumbass and got attacked by a Mick robot. Keith has been on his side the entire trip. He was quite upset about everything that happened since they went on vaca. His whore side hoe got killed, his Cyborg Mick didn't work out well, and now his best friend is now slowly dying.
"Don't worry buddy, you will be fine, I swear," Keith said calmly.
Ronnie didn't seem to be having a problem with anything. He was just there looking at Keef, smiling.
"Well.... this has been a helluva ride! You Rolling Stones whores are something!" He added.
Bill just rolled his eyes and looked out the window. Charlie was still trying to figure out why he's in a band full of dumbasses. Keith looked away for a second and later realized that Ronnie wasn't there anymore. He panicked.
"G-guys!! Ron disappeared!" Keith yelled. Bill and Charlie looked back at him. They were confused. Charlie sighed in relief. No more dumbasses.
"Where in bloody hell did he go, you monkey!?" Bill yelled. Keith searched the whole van and did not find him anywhere. Charlie looked out the windshield and spotted Ronnie on top of a roof of a strip club.
"Bill! BILL!" He pulled on his hair to get his attention. "That big nose whore is on top of that roof!" He said as he pointed up at him. Keith pressed his monkey face on the glass and spotted him.
"RON! How in the actual fuck did ya get up there!?" Keith asked as the van pulled up to the parking lot of the strip club. He kicked the door open and ran up to the building.
"Oh hiya there Keith! Beautiful view up here! I can see every single building from here!" Ronnie said with a chuckle. Keith extended his arms in case he decides to jump off.
"Ron! Get down from there! You're going to fall!" Keith said sounding very worried. Ronnie just laughed.
"Nah! Mate! I won't fall! I've done this many times with my mate, Rod!" He said. Keith was utterly confused. Bill and Charlie walked up to Keith to tell him that they should get going. Keith refused to leave Ronnie behind so he climbed onto the roof. He then realized that he is afraid of heights. He slowly walked up to Ronnie.
"Alright mate, just walk over to me and lets get down safely, okay?" He said calmly. Ronnie just smiled widely at him. He did a T-pose and fell forwards. Keith panicked and ran to the edge of the building. He didn't see him anywhere.
"Charlie! Where did he go!?" He said in a very shaky voice. Charlie pointed up to the sky. "You dumbass! Why would you even consider that huh!?" He yelled. Charlie shook his head in disappointment.
"You Muppet! That is not wot I meant! He's up in the sky flying!" Charlie yelled in response. Keith looked up to the sky. There he was, flying around like a chicken. He was so confused. He the heard music coming from a building that was across from the strip club. A blonde big nose whore was standing on there singing some song that said something among the lines of "I'm flying."
"Wot the fuck?....." Keith said to himself. Bill and Charlie seemed to be entertained by the music. Bill looked up at Keith, who was still on top of the roof.
"Hey matey! Get your monkey ass down from there and come look at this spectacular show!" He yelled. Keith was hella annoyed by everything. He got down from the building and headed to the van. Ronnie was preparing for landing but a pamper flew into his face and caused him to fly into the dumbass bitch, Rod. It caused a huge explosion. Bill and Charlie hugged each other in fear. They slowly looked at each other and pulled away. That was awkward. Keith was once again hella upset.
"Let's get the fuck out of here...." He said as he hopped in the van. The Rolling Stones were once again on the run. Keith could not believe that he'd just lost his two best friends. Ron was like a corn dog to him.
"Where are we headed?" Bill asked Charlie. He just sat there thinking if they could possibly go back home because he just wants to go home. The only problem was that they didn't have money to book a flight to go back to Britain. They were stuck in the states for a while. Keith reached into his underwear and pulled out a picture of his whore best friend, Mick. He seriously wished he was by his side, even if it was for just a little bit. A tear ran down his monkey face and quickly wiped it away. Bill and Charlie saw someone crossing the street.
"Jesus CHARLIE STEP ON THE BLOODY BREAKS!" Bill yelled.
Charlie did what he was told. The van did a loud skkkrt sound. Keith flew into the seat. Dumbass didn't wear his seatbelt. Charlie and Bill sat there completely startled. There stood a man who was average height with longish hair and blue eyes. Keith took a glance at him. He could not believe his eyes.
"M-Mick?" He said softly.
The figure walked closer to the van. His skin was pale and was covered in dry blood. His clothes were worn out and dirty.
"Sweet mother of-" Charlie added.
Keith quickly exited the van and ran up to him. Mick took out a blade and pointed it at Keef. He stood there in fear of him getting stabbed by his zombie friend.
"M-Mick," he began, "Its me, you're buddy. We've known each other since we were dumb fucks."
Mick slowly turned his head to look a Keef. His eye color was faded to a light blue shade. He stared at him for a while until he put away his blade. He was shocked to once again see his monkey friend after he had gotten killed by Mick Taylor.
"Its okay buddy, I ain't going to hurt ya..... Just want to be with you again...." Keith explained.
Mick stood there in silence.
"Jesus wot is this!? Some kind of weird romantic zombie movie!? Oh fuck that matey! I ain't here for that! I just want my damn band back!" Mick said.
Keith chuckled and pulled Mick in for a tight hug. Surprisingly, Mick hugged him back.
"Jesus Mick! Where the hell were you!? How did you find us!? I thought I lost you forever!" He rambled.
"Well, Monkey, after you had left me there at the dumpster, I woke up and followed the tracks from the van." Mick explained. "It was a helluva ride!"
Keith was glad that his bestie was back. He couldn't stop smiling like an idiot. Bill and Charlie just sat there in the van face palming their faces.
"Well.... We're back to square one....." Bill said to Charlie.
Charlie just wants to go home.
"I am hella glad you're alive! Heck I even tried to replace you with a cyborg version of you!" Keith said as he fixed his pants.
"You did wot now?..." He asked.
"Doesn't matter! You're here now! Meaning we can go back to being friends and being in our band!" Keith added.
Mick just smiled in response. They both hoped into the van. Bill and Charlie shook their heads in disappointment. They threw Mick in the dumpster for a reason and somehow he managed to find them. They really thought they did something. Lol. Mick and Keef kept going on about plans they had for their road trip. Mick really wanted to go to January so Keith yelled into Bill's ear to drive them to McDonald's because he really wanted some lettuce from there. All Mick wanted was eat brains but he resisted. Bill rolled his eyes and began to drive. Mick sucked Keef's penis to pass the time. Charlie shoved them out of the van because he seriously did not want to see dumb fucks sucking each other's dicks.
The Rolling Stones made it to a fairly large city that was located in Wendy's bathroom. Mick and Keef kept making out in the back of the van.
"We should totes do that....." Bill said to Charlie with a small chuckle. Charlie just sighed deeply.
"I just want to go home.... Is that too much to ask for? We've been all over the place and it's been exhausting for me." Charlie explained. Bill just sighed. He patted his shoulder and looked at him dead in the eye.
"Don't you worry about a thing, we'll go home soon." He said in a soft voice. Charlie just looked into his dark eyes. He began to feel warm. Mick chocked on Keef's dick and was trying to figure out how the fuck that happened because his monkey penis isn't the biggest here. He then saw Bill and Charlie kissing each other.
"Oh shit matey!" Mick yelled which resulted in him getting a shoe thrown at him.
Keef got lost and has no idea what just happened. The Rolling Stones stopped by a motel that has been vandalized by Led Zeppelin.
"Oh no.... those damn crusty ass bastards are here...." Charlie added. Bill spotted one of the members who was pissing in the pool. He was truly concerned about them.
"Wotever you lads do.... do not get near Led Zeppelin, those bastards do witch craft and eat goats hearts." Bill explained.
"Oh shut it you! We literally eat goats head soups!" Keef yelled. Bill was hella confused. When did they do that? They checked out rooms that had two singles. Mick and Keef are going to share beds while Bill and Charlie sleep on the other bed. This was going to be a sexy night. Sorry, Rod Stewart is holding me hostage as I write this whole fanfic. The Glimmer Hoes removed their clothes and laid in bed. Keef fell asleep pretty quick. Charlie and Bill stared at the ceiling and fell asleep. Mick didn't need sleep at all. So he went out to the porch and saw two led zeppelin members fucking each other in the pool. He's got some inspo there! There was another band staying in the motel. Mick absolutely hated them with a burning passion.
"Oh those bloody Beatles! we're constantly getting compared to one another!" Mick said angrily. He came up with a very beautiful idea. He reached in his trousers and took out his blade. "Let's Dance! Put on your red shoes and dance the Blues!" Oh Mick loves Bowie so much. He walked up to The Beatles and began to slice their head open to eat their brains. He let one go but was killed by a Led Zeppelin member. There was no point in doing that honestly. Mick went back to the room. He was still hungry and needed more brains to devour. He stood there in the doorway looking at his buddies. He slowly walked in and shut the door behind him.
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