#EXPLODES DAGDA WITH MIND

[beantothemax]

Oh hey would you look at that it’s an inbox fic

This one ended up running away from me a little bit, so it’s sort of a hybrid transcript format. Color coded for your convenience, of course.

And now for the mandatory pings: @lesbian-empress-nero @meme-boys-blog 

!!!!!!Major SMT IV Apocalypse Spoilers ahead!!!!!!!!

“Lord Dagda… You belong with us.”

“No. I’ll carve out my own path. And no one-no one- will stand in my way. Not you, not YHVH, not even that galla dorchadais.”*

“Oh? And who would that be? Another doll brought into your game of treachery? (Scoffs) I have no time to waste dealing with that.”

“...Dolls? What is the meaning of this!?”

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“...a poison. We should strive to be true individuals, to think freely for ourselves.”

”My, my Dagda. You must be fond of your doll, speaking to and for him.”

”Quiet.”

“…How is that kettle, pot? Is it quite as black as you thought it was?”

“And here you are. I guess that makes it a party.”

“A party would imply one is having fun.”

“And you look like you’re having a blast. Cut the crap, what do you want.”

“You hold your vessel in your hands. You tell him that his compatriots are worthless, but we have seen much to the contrary.”

(Scoffs) “You’re as blind as Mother is. Those friendships he has? Crumbling. Turning to ash as they were destined to be.”

“And from the ash new life will rise. They will be forged anew, stronger than before.”

“Don’t give me that shit. You and I both know that this little group is going to splinter.”

“Perhaps they will. But shards can be made whole, glued together with gold and made into a finer piece than before.”

(Sighs) “Agree to disagree.”

(Laughs) “Capricious, are you not? You parade around telling your beliefs to anyone who would listen, but as soon as someone challenges you-”

(Seething) “…Shut. up.”

“Oh? Does the barking dog bite-“

[BOOM]

“…I won’t ask again.”

“Good.”

[Crashing, a muffled thud against a wall.]

“You won’t have to.”

“Listen to us well, High King.”

(Muffled indignation)

“We have seen your kind before. Building yourself a tower so tall with a matching Fool to manipulate. You remove his connections and have him chasing after a goal that will never be reached. All the while dangling salvation like a carrot on a string. Now where have we heard a story like that before?”

“Teammates!? Friends!? To hell with that! How can such a worthless piece of trash be more special than me!?”

(Gagged alarm)

“You teach him how to fight; You tell him it is needed for his duty. You tell him he shall be remembered, while he lays forgotten in chains.”

(Whispered) “You tell him his bonds are worthless, when it is all he has ever had.”

[Body hitting the floor, gasping.]

“We have danced with far more powerful beings than you, Dagda.”

“You-“

“We have seen the consequences of gods who are selfish in the face of selfish gods, High King. We know how this story ends. And we crave to see it to its conclusion.”

(Inscenced, shouting) “Don’t you dare lea-“

[Rocks falling, low rumble of room shaking.]

“-ve!”

“…Now how did you get yourself over there?”

[A pointed silence.]

(Mumbling)“Galla damn an dorchadais. Fuck i agus a tràill damn. Dè tha fios aice? Gun dad. Tha dè.”**

“Dagda, is there-“

[Dagda returns.]

[Flashbang.]

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Gaston is pink because there’s no yellow, and he is the next one to speak cause I needed to get canon back on track

Translation corner this guy got mad~

Full credit to Lance for having the idea of getting Dagda to insult Kuro in Gaelic. Because of course he would.

Used this site to translate, and key is below!

* bitch of darkness

** Damn bitch of darkness. Fuck her and her damn slave. What does she know? Nothing. That's what.”

GET POSITIVELY FFFFFFFFFFFFFUCKED DAGDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KURO KILL THAT OLD MAN‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

ALSO GORO AKECHI JUMPSCARE BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY EX-FAVORITE-DAD GETTING HIS SHIT KICKED IN. LETS FUCKING GO. SLICK AS HELL FIC AS ALWAYS VIN

#EXPLODES DAGDA WITH MIND #asks #vinegar-on-main #inbox fic

[gilbirda]

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Chapter 8: Crime and Punishment

Bog couldn’t believe this. Or anything that was happening.

As he walked down the hallways to the Director’s office, flashbacks of what he saw back at the Library haunted him.

Roland. Marianne’s ex.

He had never met or seen the boy, as he didn’t spend a lot of time out of his Library - and the boy didn’t look like the type that read much anyways -, so he didn’t have a solid opinion about him. But one glance at his perfect blond hair and his perfect smile, and he got shivers brought by painful memories. He was the type of boy that mocked him the most when he was in high school.

Did really Marianne date that? Well, she said that he was handsome and that she was young and stupid; but the girl he knew would punch people like Roland in the face without many regrets. How different was the girl he was falling in love with - because he wasn’t going to lie to himself, he did love her - from the Queen on the school she once was?

He was thinking something along those lines when he heard her yelp in surprise back at the door of the Library. He moved to look around the shelf he was hiding behind, stopping himself just in time to not reveal that he was listening. Bog peeked slowly and watched as the girl was pulled into the boy’s chest, maybe, as he couldn’t see very well from that far.

He frowned. He couldn’t see her face from his position, but she didn’t seem to put up a fight when Roland touched her in a way that he knew she didn’t like, without much respect of her personal boundaries. He wondered what they were talking about, whispering so low that it wouldn’t get to his ears.

Bog was ready to step in, maybe comment something about Marianne having some work to do or any lie to help her out of the situation, when two things happened at the same time: one, Roland gently cupped her face and, as he looked at him directly in the eyes, he leaned down to kiss Marianne; and then the message that he was needed at the Director’s office echoed on the hallways.

It was like something snapped inside of him and the world stopped turning to make the walk by the teenagers an eternity. He felt numb, disconnected, unable to thread two thoughts properly in a decent phrase. Marianne, Roland, the school… nothing made sense. He refused to look back at them, too afraid to see her eyes one more time, too afraid to see the mockery in her lovely golden shade.

Still feeling a bit numb, he knocked on the Director’s office’s door and waited until the secretary opened it, walked past her and made a beeline to the room where he didn’t want to be right now. He suspected what was going on already, not that it took a genius to realize that he had been tricked one more time.

“Boggart, I must say I’m disappointed,” Director Dagda said without a greeting. “I’ve been told some disturbing news about you.”

Bog swallowed hard and breathed in, his heart about to explode from the anxiety. “Is that so?” Dagda nodded slowly, his hands clenching and unclenching on top of his desk.

“I’ve heard that you have been involved in some… illegal activities with my daughter,” it was obvious that the man was trying hard not to break character. “Is it true?”

“No, sir.”

“I don’t believe you!” Dagda answered fast, slamming his hand on the desk. “What did you do to her on that Library?”

“We just sorted books, sir,” Bog looked behind the other man to the ceiling to floor windows. The sky was clear and the sun looked warm, but his body felt like trapped inside a snowstorm.

“But you can’t prove it.”

This time Bog looked at him, frowning. “How could I?”

“Look, even if you were right and nothing happened, we still have to investigate it, ok?” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Of course, Marianne will cease her work with you and by any circumstance you can’t get near her. You hear me!?”

“Crystal clear,” Bog whispered, already feeling like any bit of happiness he may have gathered was breaking down along with his battered heart.

***

When he got out of the office, he almost bumped into the object of his despair.

“Bog? What happened?”

“Don’t get near me,” he grumbled without stopping or looking at her.

“Hey! Wait!” she run to him, surprised by his change of behaviour. “Are you alright?”

“Stop that,” Bog still didn’t look at her.

“What?”

“Stop this charade, Marianne. I already know what’s going on!” He was the one that stopped in the deserted hallway in front of a very confused Marianne. “You don’t have to fake it anymore!”

“Fake it? What are you talking about?” the girl lifted a hand in his direction, trying to comfort him, but he slapped it away.

“Don’t. Touch. Me.” The man growled. “I won’t be a fool again!”

She felt her heart break, not understanding what was going on. He took her silence as a confirmation.

“You - You played me!” his voice came out a bit breathy, but he kept talking. “I knew it was a bad idea coming here! All of you teenagers are the same!”

“I don’t know what you are upset about, but listen -!”

“No,” Bog tried to calm down. Even if they haven’t had company yet it was a matter of time before someone came and saw them talking. “You are different than the others. You are a better actress. Good job, Marianne! I really thought you loved me!” he whispered, and for a moment the girl was truly afraid by his face. His hair was all over the place and his eyes sparkled with dangerous feelings she never wanted to see in him.

Without waiting for an answer, the man turned back and left her there more confused than before. The image of his back as he walked far from her burned in her memory.

“Marianne?” she heard her father’s secretary’s voice coming from the opened door. She was looking at her as she stood under the doorway, a tiny smile on her painted lips. “Your father wants to see you.”

She nodded.

As she walked inside the office she felt hot and cold at the same time. In her mind echoed Roland’s words as well as Bog’s, making her wonder if she was trapped in some kind of nightmare. It started good, she was happy, and now it hurts more than when she found out that the entire school was laughing behind her back.

“Hi, sweetheart,” her father’s voice greeted her, but it did little to make her focus on what was in front of her. “Please, sit down.”

She did so mechanically.

“I know what happened. Roland told me,” she blinked into existence again at his words.

“What?” her throat felt dry.

“You don’t have to be afraid anymore, dear. That man won’t bother you again.” Dadga placed one hand on hers, but she withdrew faster than lightning.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Marianne frowned.

“Language,” the father narrowed his eyes, but she didn’t seem any less angry. “And I’m talking about Boggart. I know he tried to take advantage of you but -”

“Roland told you?” the girl was breathing hard, standing up abruptly and pushing the chair to the floor in the process. The world was spinning around her at full speed. “And you believe him!?”

“Why are you so upset?” Dadga looked up to his standing daughter, confusion painting his features. “And yeah, why would he lie? He always took care of you.”

Marianne wanted to scream, to fight. Anything! She was the only one that knew that Roland was a bastard that wouldn’t hesitate to lie to keep up his image, but her father couldn’t see past the façade.

“You know nothing!” she growled, her hands in fists at her sides. “Roland is lying, dad. He is nothing but a bastard that -”

“That’s it!” the Director stood up and slammed a hand on the desk. “You are going home and you are going to reflect on your behaviour! I have allowed it all this time it because I knew that you had to burn that phase, but enough is enough! Roland is not a bad guy and all this,” he made a gesture in her direction, her clothes, her makeup, her angry pose, “theatrics are totally unnecessary!”

“Then leave Bog out of this! He hadn’t done anything wrong!”

“Stop defending him!” he screamed. God, how far had that man eaten her willpower? What have he done to make her defend her aggressor? “If that… man tried to take advantage of you, then it’s time to speak up and stop this nonsense!”

“I can’t believe this,” Marianne said, shaking her head. “Do you really not believe me?”

“Look, uh,” Dadga sighed. “I’m tired. Of all of this. I don’t want this situation as much as you do, dear, but -”

“I can’t believe you,” she put her hands on her hair, pulling at the roots in frustration. “I’m - I’m done. With you. With this school. You guys are crazy.” She laughed softly not really looking at him.

“What are you talking about?” he said as he watched his daughter take a step back, her eyes showing the look of a haunted woman when she directed their full force on him..

“I’ve put up with this because of Dawn, you know?” she smiled softly, not looking at him anymore even if her eyes were placed on him. “But this is enough. I don’t care anymore.” She turned to leave, but Dadga jumped to stop her, grabbing her arm.

She got free with a violent tug, looking up at him with her burning eyes, pure disgust in the deep golden brown. That alone made him stop fighting to keep her in her place.

“Don’t.” She whispered, her voice a mere broken breath, but it was enough.

Her father froze in place, unable to move his body once again to stop his daughter as she walked out of the room. He was confused and a bit scared, feelings he had never associated with Marianne before. This conversation went in a completely different direction than he had expected, but he couldn’t find the moment it went wrong no matter how much he went back to every word he said.

What the hell was happening?

***

The next day, Marianne didn’t go to school. She had been crying all night and when morning came she couldn’t find the strength to move out of bed. She heard her father try to wake her up and make her go to school, but Dawn remained firm on her door and didn’t allow it. Marianne was thankful for that. At least someone didn’t need proof that Roland wasn’t what he seemed to be to believe her.

She went through the motions as she roamed around the house, her mind thinking about what happened and how mad she was with everyone, even Bog. Specially him. He never let her explain herself and also let himself be consumed by his doubts and his prejudices even after everything they shared together.

Maybe she had been truly a fool for believing that there was something else for her out there. That this time would be different.

Maybe she had just to let go the idea of being happy, at least for the time being. She would let the months pass and would go far away from all this pain, and hope that someday it would hurt less. She wished that it was that easy, not feeling anything, becoming numb to the world and let the days blend with each other. Maybe if she stopped caring she wouldn’t have to feel like this.

That night, when she went to bed again, she didn’t cry. Because she wasn’t going to be the fool of the story again.

***

When Bog learned that Marianne hadn’t come to school the next day, a tiny part of his heart was sick with worry. Something had happened to her? Maybe she was really ill the previous day and it had worsened with all the drama.

But no, he wasn’t going to waste time on that deceiver witch. He just shook his head and let the other teachers gossip about the issue in peace. It didn’t matter to him, he was probably going to be kicked out sooner or later by the way that the teachers avoided him like the plague. They knew, of course, and by now he probably was some kind of child molester to their eyes.

“Bog,” he looked up from his book to find that eccentric art teacher. The rest of the staff had left the lounge. How weird. When did the bell ring? “Are the rumours true?” she asked softly.

He glared at her.

“Why do you care?” She just smiled at his behaviour. Aura adjusted the bag on her shoulder.

“Because I don’t believe them.”

Bog scoffed. “That’s a first.”

“Don’t believe them too, Bog,” her smile turned sad. “Or they’ll consume you.”

He kept glaring at her but didn’t answer. The teacher opened her mouth like she wanted to say something else, but thought better of it and turned to leave the room, letting Bog behind in the lounge.

The librarian closed the book he had been trying to read and took off his glasses, feeling the headache coming. He hadn’t slept very well that night and it was going to be a living hell for him today. Hiding in his Library never sounded like such a good idea before.

Next day, Marianne finally went to school. She spoke less than before, and tried to become even more invisible than what was possible. Her eyes went dark cold and any time that people crossed glances with her they looked elsewhere without knowing exactly why.

Dawn was worried for her sister, but didn’t do much to take her out of her new persona. She didn’t know what happened to her two days ago, but maybe she didn’t want to. Whatever it was seemed bad enough to take her to the limit, breaking her in the process. It was sad to watch that spark that came with her new love be gone overnight.

This was way worse than what happened with Roland, because at least back then her sister tried to be cheerful around her.

***

Bog watched mindlessly as the kids walked around the inner courtyard at lunchtime. Why was he doing that instead of the big pile of work waiting for him on the tables? He wasn’t sure. Maybe it was that the teachers commented that Marianne was back to school and he hoped to see her one last time before having to leave the school. His rational part was screaming in his ear that he was being stupid for this, that she was the one that used him for her own gain, that giving her the attention was a mistake.

Whatever the case, here he was, waiting for her to appear any moment.

And there she was, walking down the courtyard with her lunch bag in one hand and a book in the other, sitting down on a tree that was in a weird angle from his window, but still visible.

He watched her sit down under the shade of the tree, open her bag and take a small bite of her sandwich as she looked for the page she had been reading on the book. For anyone else she would have looked like her usual self, but he knew her and he could see that her pose was tense and her movements were robotic, unnatural. And her eyes… they had never looked so devoid of emotion before.

It was then that he realized that they were looking at each other. She was frowning, but she didn’t seem eager to stop the eye-contact, or at least as much as he did. Bog put a hand on the glass, feeling his heart starting to beat a little faster, hating that she still had that kind of power over him.

He didn’t know what kind of face he had in that moment, but Marianne winced and shook her head before gathering her things and standing up to eat somewhere else.

Bog woke up from his spell and frowned. He knew that it should be weird that she wasn’t with her handsome ex-boyfriend, maybe not an “ex” by now, but she probably had a reason for that. Who knows. It didn’t matter anymore.

She didn’t matter anymore.

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