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herdreamywasteland · 5 months

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You Don't Know What To Say (until the moment's passed)

title from 5AM by Amber Run.

Recommended listening: 5AM by Amber Run, I Found by Amber Run.

Note: I do not allow my works to be copied to another site or translated without permission. Please message me if you would like to translate or podfic my work. I don't own dungeons and daddies, but if I did, Hermie would be fine. Comments and Reblogs are adored, constructive criticism is allowed, and hate or negativity will be swiftly and efficiently dealt with.

Special thanks to @luckyorz for beta reading!

The first thing Anne Love does when she arrives home is make herself a cup of tea.

Automatically, she fills the electric kettle at the sink and plugs it in. She pulls a freshly washed mug from the dishwasher and places it on the counter. She takes the last sachet of tea from her favorite seasonal blend.

It won’t be back in stock for another six months, so Anne was saving it. She can’t remember why. Does it really matter?

She tears the packet open and tosses the bag into her mug. The kettle beeps, letting her know her water is boiled. She pours the water, watching it slowly turn pink.

Her hand is shaking.

The analog clock above the stove is old and doesn’t work very well. The minute hand doesn’t move anymore and the hour hand is slow. The second hand still works, ticking in time.

Anne counts each tick, staring at her hands. There’s blood under her fingernails. She can’t bring herself to wash it away.

When she reaches three hundred and fifty seconds, she scoops the bag from her mug and tosses it in the sink. She brings her cup to her lips and sips.

It’s too hot to drink, but she swallows anyway. Her tea is gone in three gulps, her tongue screaming in pain. She can’t make herself care.

The second thing Anne Love does when she arrives home is call her father.

She sinks to the floor, her mug still in hand. She types in his number and waits. He’s a marine, he knows how to deal with death.

The line rings…

And rings…

And rings.

Her father’s voice tugs her back into the present.

Hey, it’s David. I can’t come to the phone right now, I’m too busy kicking ass. Leave a message at the tone.

Beep.

Just kidding, it’s still me. Okay, now leave a message.

Anne hangs up. Of course he didn’t answer, he’s on a mission. She doesn’t know where, but Schmegan said it was important.

She drops her phone onto her lap and leans back against the cabinets. She glances at the mug in her hand. She realizes it’s her favorite, colored pink and yellow with pretty cursive writing that says “#1 Agent!”. It was a gift from Schmegan when he found out she replaced the instant coffee in the breakroom with ground La Colombe.

The words seem so fake, like they don’t matter. They don’t matter. She’s not a #1 agent. Hell, she’s not even an average one.

She couldn’t save one kid.

Anne hurls the mug across the room. It hits the oven and shatters. Shards skitter across the floor, some coming to rest at her feet.

She picks one up with trembling fingers. It reads #1. She closes her fist around it, squeezing as hard as she can. Pain pricks through her hand and yet she doesn’t stop.

Blood begins to ooze through her fingers, down her arm. It hurts. It’s something real.

She chokes out a sob. It’s the first time she’s cried all day. God, it hurts. The pain in her chest is something she’s never felt before.

She can’t breathe, her mind racing. She can’t stop the scene running in her brain.

“The temp agency sent us!” The boy with the stupid hat and the cane yells. She’s pretty sure his name is Taylor. The tall one, Lincoln, Anne thinks, says something too, but she isn’t listening. She’s staring at the boy behind them.

He’s covered in burn scars and smeared makeup. He’s also bleeding. Fuck, he’s bleeding so much.

Around her, her co-workers continue to type, as though nothing has changed. She can’t stand up. She feels calm, but it’s not real. Her fear, violent and bubbling, is forced down.

The people are supposed to be here.

It’s fine.

Except, it’s not.

The bleeding kid is coughing. Anne thinks he’s trying to say something. Blood is flowing past his lips, gushing freely from his chest. Lincoln kneels and frantically tries to stop it.

Assess the situation. Stop the bleeding. Stabilize the patient. Call for help.

Her training echoes in her head, almost like a prayer.

She doesn’t believe in God, but she still prays.

God help us all.

The girl that’s with him screams. Something about a stapler. It shocks Anne out of her trance. She grabs the stapler on the desk beside her and tosses it to the girl.

Anne can move now.

She runs to them. Oh God, they’re just kids. They can’t be older than her daughter. She collapses to her knees, next to Lincoln.

He’s clutching his friend, blood soaking his clothing. Tears are streaming down his face, his eyes glazed over in shock.

Anne presses her fingers against the injured boy’s neck, but she knows it’s useless. There won’t be a pulse. You don’t survive getting shot in the heart like that.

She hears a raspy breath behind the two teens. She looks over and sees another boy covered in burn scars. She crawls to him.

He’s alive.

Against all odds, this boy is alive.

“I need some help over here!”

As though her words are magic, the office suddenly comes alive. There’s shouting and people talking into phones. A man kneels next to her. She thinks his name is Thomas.

“Is he…”

She nods tears on her face.

“But this one’s alive. Get help.”

Thomas squeezes her shoulder and stands up. She can hear him bark an order to someone. She’s so relieved someone other than her is in control. She turns to Lincoln.

“What’s his name?”

“Normal.”

Anne grips Normal’s hand, stroking it gently. His eyes are open, watching her. Tears are cutting through the dirt on his cheeks.

“Hey, you’re awake.”

He stares, saying nothing.

“Stay with me, buddy.”

She reaches up and brushes away a strand of hair on his forehead. She presses her hand to his skin, her motherly instincts fighting to the surface. She just wants to make it better.

There’s a rasping from Normal. He’s trying to say something.

“Talk to me, baby. What is it?”

“...I’ll never know if he meant it.” He inhales raspily before closing his eyes. Anne can’t breathe. She’s probably crying, but she can’t tell. He’s still breathing. That’s enough for now.

Anne sits up, turning to the girl. She seems to be the most lucid out of all of them.

“What’s your name?”

“He’s dead.”

Anne stands, stepping closer to the girl.

“I’m sorry. What’s your name?”

“Scary. Why’d he die?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“His name was Hermie. Herman Unworthy.”

Scary starts to sob. Anne opens her arms, offering herself to the girl. Scary steps forward, her boots dragging against the ground. She collapses against Anne, sobs racking her skinny body.

Anne pulls her close, an arm around her waist, a hand pressing Scary’s head against her chest. She reaches out to Taylor. He steps forward, pressing his face to her shoulder. She rocks both kids back and forth, wishing she could do something more.

God, they’re just babies.

Anne can’t stop the scream that rips from her throat.

She can’t remember anything else, just holding Scary and Taylor, desperately trying to protect them from something no child should see.

She vaguely remembers the cops showing up, ushering her and the kids away from their friends. The way the living boy was strapped to a stretcher and wheeled out—the paramedics looking over the kids, asking for their parents.

Whatever those kids went through, they didn’t deserve it.

Scary, her hands covered in burns, her arms with crisscrossed scars that are too neat to be an accident. Taylor, fear in his eyes and a desperate look on his face. Dood a kid who doesn’t know what’s happening or why their friends aren’t okay. Lincoln, covered in blood, clutching the body of his dead friend. The boy, Normal, covered in fresh burns, incoherently crying for Hermie.

Herman, dead at the age of fifteen.

Herman Unworthy.

Anne will remember his name for the rest of her life.

The third thing Anne Love does when she arrives home is hug her daughter.

She slips into her room, glow-in-the-dark stars covering the walls. She sits on the edge of the bed, watching her sleep. She prays that her daughter keeps breathing.

Anne strokes her hair, listening to her soft breathing.

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“What happened to your hand?”

“...Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

Anne leans forward, pressing her lips to her daughter’s forehead. Her daughter turns over, wraps her arms around Anne’s waist.

Anne holds her close, rocking back and forth. Normally, her daughter would protest, squirming away, but she seems to sense her mother needs this.

“Erica?”

“Mom?”

“I love you so much.”

Anne can feel Erica smile against her neck.

“I love you too.”

When Anne comes into the bedroom, her wife sits up in bed. Sarah doesn’t say anything, just opens her arms. Anne collapses, sobbing.

“I know, I know, baby.”

Sarah doesn’t know. She doesn’t know how to help her wife, or how to fix the pain. Sarah doesn’t know what happened. She’s not sure she wants to.

“I’m quitting.” Anne whispers. She can’t handle another day like this. She can’t save everyone, she knows that, but it doesn’t matter.

She couldn’t save those kids.

The last thing Anne Love does when she arrives home from work is quit. She sends a text to Agent Schmegan.

I quit. I can’t handle this job anymore. Sorry.

She’s left on delivered.

Anne Love curls up next to her wife and sleeps.

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happi-tree · 1 year

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i request one about your hermie boy! i feel after last week that you have many thoughts on him!! and i wish to hear them!!!

Lemon my lovebird!!! Hi 💛💛💛 *Vibrates at the speed of light* I have SO MANY GODDAMN THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS BOY. THING.

HERMAN UNWORTHY. If that is his real name. Voted most gender of all time and also WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS GUY DOING. I stg if he peaces out of the podcast I'm going to scruff him like a sopping wet cat. While crying. I love him I hate him I miss him I am very conflicted about him I support his crimes but also I'm putting him on trial for emotional damage. He doesn't make any goddamn sense and tbf that's kind of iconic of him! I'm honestly just very obsessed with his incomprehensible... everything. He's a theater kid who method acts so hard that he loses himself in the process and he is APPARENTLY so committed to the scam that he got half of his body permanently disfigured??? He was just some Silly Anagram Generator-Ass Guy (who's also a girl. who's also a calzone. who's also every Batman villain in existence) who accidentally stumbled into realizing that he has never been human actually and also that these four disaster teens are the only people keeping the world from ending permanently??? But also maybe he's known everything all along??? We just! Don't! Know!!! I NEED to put this pathetic fruit under a microscope and study him like a bug what is his Deal. Every day he induces mental crises. But he's just so silly and so gender so I still love him 💚💚💚

#lem i cannot understate how much the last episode broke my fucking brain. i NEED to shake him like a maraca.#like my guy. mad respect for your commitment to the bit but are you sure it's still a bit. or are you just as confused by yourself as i am.#ALSO a good character to play dress-up with. he's so gender to me <333 #thanks for the ask lemon drop!!!#ask game #dndads #dndads s2 spoilers #bc. well. gestures at this entire thing

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taylortheanimerangerteen · 2 years

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Me and a friend write fanfiction

@lincoln-li-wilson

this is the friend i spoke of, :P

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Taylor and Lincoln were sitting on Taylor's bed. Lincoln's arms are wrapped around Taylor, holding the other close. Taylor snuggles up into the taller. They have an anime blanket over the two of them.

The two have been having a stressful week, the whole FBI kidnapping them and then Scary also getting kidnapped. So yeah, it sucked a lot. But they have each other right now, and also Scary and Normal and Hermie playing Monopoly.

That's not Lincoln or Taylor's problem right now though, they're cuddling happily on Taylor's bed. Taylor hides his head into Link's chest.

"This is nice." Taylor whispers, barely audible over Scary yelling at Hermie.

Lincoln hums, "Agreed. This is really nice." He whispered back at Taylor. He grabs one of Taylor's hands, holding it and rubbing the top of it with his thumb.

Lincoln looked down at Taylor on his chest and saw the chaos unfolding under them at the floor below them and Scary was making death glares at Hermie but in this moment it felt peaceful and everything felt right they didn't have to worry about monsters or demons. They got to be normal teens. And right now Lincoln wanted to watch a movie with his friends. "Guys?" He yelled over the screaming and arguing "Wanna watch a movie?" he smiled getting off the bed despite Taylor's whines to get his cd of broke back mountain. "It's a retro movie my dad's used to love about gay cowboys!”

Taylor smiled stupidly and said "Giddy up" as the rest of their friends piled on top of the bed.

They watched the movie. Then they watch another movie, an anime version of The Warrior Cats Disney movie. Then another, and another. It got really late at night.

The other three were sleeping at this point, Hermie and Normal cuddling, sleeping. Scary sleeping on the floor. Link and Taylor are the only two awake now, whispering to not wake the rest of them up.

Link looks at Taylor, "So, how was the movie?" "Which one?" "The first one."

Taylor shrugs, "Not my type of movie but it was good, I guess. Also, homophobia was real? That's so strange."

Link nods, "Yeah, it was. I remember my dads telling me about it. It sounds like it sucked. I am happy we don't really worry about that now."

Taylor nods, "Yeah. I'd hate having to hide that we like each other." Taylor snuggles even closer to Lincoln, not wanting to leave the others arms. Link, in response, holds Taylor closer. He lays a kiss on Taylor's forehead, who blushes softly when Link kisses his forehead.

Scary sat up and looked up and looked all around at all at her friends cuddling their boyfriends and spoke quietly glaring at Taylor cuddled up half asleep basically on top of Lincoln. "I hate it here, I hate romance, I hate couples, I hate you guys, I hate gay people, and I hate you Taylor, you're good tho Lincoln." and she walked into the bathroom while looking at the two on the bed with a hateful aura.

As she passed by Taylor he said "Don't you have like two girlfriends?" as he laughed a little trying to be as quite as he could not to wake up Lincoln, or get murdered by Scary .

Scary walked out and plopped onto her spot on the ground and flipped off Taylor as she laid face down.

The group all dozed off into their sleep, the room mostly silent other than Normal's quiet snoring and Taylor's sleep talking.

Taylor wakes up first, he tries to untangle himself from Link, who holds Taylor closer. Taylor whines softly, needing to get up and use the bathroom to put a pad in his underwear. Fucking trans masculine things. "Link, please let me go?" He whispers.

Link let's Taylor go. Taylor gets up, going to the bathroom, looking for pads. Which he realizes he ran out and forgot to get more. He just put toilet paper in his underwear, so then it doesn't totally stain his pants. He shakes Scary awake, "Scary, do you happen to have any pads?" Taylor asks.

Scary, half asleep, tells Taylor this. "Dude, I have a fucking dick. No, I don't have pads. Why? Did you want to have one for some reason, a weird reason? I know how guys' minds work, you wanted one for a weird reason!"

Taylor groans, "Why does everybody have a dick in this room but me?" He assumes. "No, I needed one cause I'm trans and on my period. I don't want to ask Lincoln to go get me some though." Scary sighs, "Just do it you fucking pussy."

Taylor whines, shaking his head, sniffling. "But what if he starts to misgender me? Like, worst case.... I don't want to lose him. I just love him so much and can't lose him." Scary sighs and groans, "Fuck it. LINCOLN! GET YOUR DUMBASS BOYFRIEND TO CALM DOWN!!!!"

Link wakes up, looking at Taylor and Scary. Looking at Taylor, he can see the tears starting up in his eyes. He sits and then stands up. He goes over to Taylor, “Moonbeam, what’s wrong?”

Taylor frowns, looking away. “Nothing Sunshine. I promise you. I’m doing fine, I promise Sunshine.” Taylor fidgets with his hands, scared to actually tell Link the issue.

Link frowns, “I don’t believe you Moonbeam.” Taylor whines, “Would you not love me anymore if I happened to tell you I was trans.” He says, quickly and softly. All he could think was that Link is going to hate him. Meanwhile Link thinks about how to say this, without making Taylor cry because of how sweet he is going to be.

“Why would I not love you? I love you for who you are, which is Taylor. My boyfriend and my Moonbeam to my Sunshine. You’re my Moonbeam Taylor, I can’t do this without you. I love you.” Link smiles softly, giving Taylor a forehead kiss.

Taylor starts sobbing, very ugly crying. He hugs Link, sobbing into the other’s chest. Link rubs Taylor’s back, whispering to Taylor, “I love you, Moonbeam. I love you so much Moonbeam.” Taylor sobs harder into Link’s chest.

Taylor looks at Link, “Do… Do you think you can get me some pads from, like Walgreens? I can order an Uber.” Taylor is still sobbing, but ya know, get the boyfriend to get you pads. Link nods, “Alright Moonbeam, can I first help you calm down?”

Taylor nods. They stand there for a while with Link whispering sweet nothings while Taylor listens, calming down slowly. They pull away from the hug.

#dungeons and daddies #dungeons and daddies season 2 #dndads #dndaddies #dndads s2 #dndads taylor swift #lincoln li wilson #linktaylor #swiftson #swiftlison #scary marlowe #hermie unworthy #dndads hermie #normal oak #oakworthy #frantic fanfic #taylor x link #link x taylor #taylor x lincoln

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neonpelt · 2 years

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👾🎨🍔💫

👾: Absolutely, all of us are fictives except Hermie, who has an odd origin. He’s one of Ozzie’s plushies. We call him a factive since he’s from real life, but we don’t know if that’s the correct term.

🎨: We don’t have any favorite colors collectively, but there are some colors that appeal to us or remind us of certain things. Personally, there’s a range of dark blues and indigos that remind me of home. They’re definitely my favorite!

🍔: No favorites, but definitely things we don’t like. Certain textures and tastes are just… Gag. Like mayonnaise is a taste we hate, and yogurt is a texture we hate. Yogurt is really good, though.

💫: Gosh, that one’s tough! A lot of us are chaotic in our own ways, but I’d say it’s a tie between Xenophanes and Expunged. Xeno… has done too many bad things to list (said things may also trigger someone), and Expunged bit the body’s sister. I really wish I could say I was joking.

Thank you for the ask!

#•we just got a letter•#•message from majin•

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otogetranslations · 5 years

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Announcing of Dropping DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE;BLOOD

To sum things up:

Someone leaked the Diabolik Lovers Limited V Edition patch, posting it publicly despite all our warnings and requests. Thus we are following through with our original policy.

We’re stopping every projects related to Diabolik Lovers, including further support for Limited V Edition, and there won’t be a patch for More;Blood.

Collar x Malice Unlimited will still be released, but privately. After all, you guys will get the English version of it from Aksys for the switch next year!

I (the leader of otogetranslations) will still be helping other translators with their projects: Brothers Conflict, Hakuoki SSL. How the patch is gonna be distributed is up to their respective leaders (coquettishcat for Hakuoki SSL, and PassionandBrilliance for Brothers Conflict).

No more Black Wolves Saga. This project I (Reishiki) started by asking permission to use existing translation from orlandoblue @tumblr, Siberia (twitter.com/bakemeatz). The patch of Black Wolves Saga Bloody Nightmare is to be completed soon. But it’s no more.

Read on if you wanted to know what really happened:

As you all know, we released DIABOLIK LOVERS LIMITED V EDITION fan translation patch this August 16th, 2019 for homebrew enabled/hacked Playstation vita, and only for people that have proof or purchasing the game.

There are over 50 people who showed us the proof of purchasing the game and they received the patch for free. All we asked was for you to actually buy the game before you can play it with a hacked playstation vita.

Our 30-people team worked on the patch for 10 months. We only used outsource translation for 8/277 total scripts. Our in-house hacker did the romhacking process, our in-house proofreaders proofed the translation, our recruited translators worked on the translation. Everything was done by us and it’s our team effort. So we have the right to decide how we’re gonna distribute it.

However, on August 20th, 2019. Rojaaalice on reddit r/vitapiracy posted a thread, asking the patch to be given to them for free (without purchasing the game). A lot of people who frequent this subreddit accused us of being Gatekeepers, while all we’re doing is asking for proof of purchasing the game (not the patch, the patch is 100% free). Is buying the game you play wrong? Is asking for a proof of purchasing something you play gatekeeping, when we could have chosen to not share the patch at all in the first place?

I don’t think so.

But, this person, SilicaAndPina (https://twitter.com/SiliCart) is not happy with how we distribute our patch. He said that we should keep the vita hacking scene free, we can’t ask for people to buy anything to be able to get the PATCH that we worked on. He doesn’t play otome games in general, and he doesn’t even know what otome games is.

He started to trick me into giving the patch to him, by making a fake proof of purchase with a cloned gmail account. I noticed the proof was fake and didn’t give it to him. Then he got mad and sent this (WARNING: GORE IMAGE) to me. He stated that he will leak the patch eventually.

He attempted to acquire the patch once again with a different fake proof this time. I also noticed this and we trolled him by sending him a FAKE patch. We left the prologue in English and put ridiculous/crack fanfiction in other parts. He thought it was real and distributed it, declared he has won over us.

He thought he tricked us but no, we weren’t being tricked by his half-assed effort.

Today, August 22nd, there is someone from the DiaLover Fandom that received the real patch sent it over to him. I’m sorry to say that the patch would be leaked eventually, one way or another, because if someone really wants to leak it, they could buy the physical copy, take a photo with it and send it to us. Then they can sell the game to get the money back.

So, we lost.

But to the one that sent the patch to him, lost to the malice of this world, and not to him.

I had envisioned this would happen when I first started the project. So I’m not surprised. I had a small ray of hope this wouldn’t happen so soon, but I was wrong.

As we’ve stated before, we will cease every project translation related to DIABOLIK LOVERS.

No more patches of DIABOLIK LOVERS will be made from us, at least when I’m the leader of that project (as well as the leader of otogetranslations): Reishiki.

I’m proud to say our patch was enjoyed and praised by people that bought the game and received the patch.

I (Reishiki) will still be supporting other translators if they need it, but I won’t start any new project from now on (in which could be AMNESIA LATER/CROWD/WORLD, VARIABLE BARRICADE - these games I completed extracting the texts with our inhouse hacker’s help, and I planned to announce we would start one of these projects soon. But… I’m sorry to say that it’s no more. At least it won’t be made available to the public.)

Thank you everyone for your support.

These are our team members opinions:

JokerTrap-Ran: I think I just lost faith in the community as a whole again, coming back after 4 years. I hope you’re happy! This was really demoralising and I hope ya’ll had fun putting us down like that. I’m not one for drama and honestly I’d very much like to stay out of it considering the bad medicine bashing that happened on otome reddit about 3 years ago. I’ll continue releasing translations for blog’s followers but that’s it. I’m whimsical, and most of my followers know it. I pick things and I drop it all the same.

Khikari: For those who thinks that what we have committed is blasphemy and should be shut down for this, great, please take the time to learn Japanese yourself. Or learn to care about other people with emotions for once in you life. Demoralising people who were willing to work endless hours for free with just one condition sure is satisfying, isn’t it? It really hurt all of us. For those who genuinely cared and are saddened by this post, I am sorry and I wish the best for you all. I know that the few doesn’t represent all but this is a massive motivation killer, and I don’t need this drama in my life. From now on, private translations all the way! Also, Silica, attacking an idea is fine, but attacking people with malicious intent is stepping out of line. Enjoy being a rock specimen.

LoliChan195: I hope you are happy with what you have done! We only wanted to bring this out for people that had difficulties playing the game, and also help support Rejet by having more people buy their games. Its people like you that cause all these game companies to go bankrupt! (Also SiliCar, you sick fuck. Who sends pictures like that!? XD you’re probably just some edgy 12yr old XD Besides, who says WE WILL NOT FORGIVE XD what a dumbass! And is it that hard to search on google about the game? Why would we make it so it specifically needs to be the limited edition?!?! ) Seriously, the people who attacked us for putting the rule out are just as bad, like can’t you just wait and buy the game? Or even if u just pirate it, read online translations. Its not that hard!

Hermy: Nothing much to say, except, ya’ll could have totes pirated the game and played it along the translations available on the net. Welp, I hope you don’t dislike that idea too much because that’s what ya’ll gonna need to do if ya’ll wanna play the sequels.

PS: the MB translations available on the net are riddled with errors, but by all means have fun with them :)

Anon: Oh yes, silica? Perhaps you should just lead on with your true intentions next time instead of trying to honey your words and do some "re-con" for dots, yeah?

Marzi: I'm a bit numb to this situation at this point, but it is disheartening to know Silica was so intent on distributing our translations that he didn't stop even when we threatened to cease all translations. It wasn't like he was ever going to play the game - he just felt so personally offended by the fact that we were "gatekeeping" for some reason - which, in my opinion, is a bit of an immature reason to ruin a translation group. You can't argue that we're "unrightfully holding something when we don't have the intellectual rights," when you're bypassing all copyright laws as well in wanting to post it PUBLICALLY. But what's done is done - whoever manages to get a copy of this, I hope you enjoy it. Please know so much effort and passion went into these translations, and that we loved working on this project every bit of the way. If the game leaves you antsy for More Blood well LOL you know who prevented that from happening.

Sonic-nancy-fan: I never knew someone could have such an illogical mindset. Silica/PSSDude made the original base repatch program, and we used one that someone had edited and added to (which Silica was fine with). But, because he made the original one, that means he feels like HE can getekeep all uses of variations of it. This would be like saying people can’t use paper to make a paper airplane because the original creator of paper said no, or you can’t print manga because Gutenberg said no. Also, who in the world thinks they can take a moral high-ground by telling us to promote piracy? Patches are already a sort of grey area, so we were trying to take the most legal method available while still making a patch. I know in modern society, piracy is very common, but I can’t imagine your average person would call us in the wrong for trying to hinder piracy. God forbid we try to get people to buy Diabolik Lovers. I can’t say I’m shocked as I expected it to get leaked sometime. I’m just saddened at certain people’s general hate and unyielding desire to leak it. So, I don’t blame the community as a whole, nor do I feel any malice toward the community (we had a lot of people buy the game and get excited). I’m just mad at very specific spiteful people. Also, if I ever hear someone say “the scene” as much as Silica, I’m going to go nuts. It sounds like something the “cool guy” in an 80’s show would say.

#diabolik lovers #otogetranslations #announcement

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edream93 · 7 years

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Do you have headcanons for any of the new Isle kids in We'll Light the Fuse?

Hermie Bing, daughter of the Ringmaster

Hermie is actually super shy and hates being the center of attention. If Auradon Prep had a theatre club, she would probably be one of the lighting or crew members. She much prefers setting the stage up for someone else than being the center of it.

Hermie probably joins some sort of animal rights club that works to make sure that any animal in captivity is either well taken care of and happy or is placed back in the wild.

She hates peanuts, popcorn, cotton candy… basically anything that would be sold at a circus.

Eddie Balthazar, son of Edgar Belthazar

Hates cats. But not because of the cats that got his father sent to the Isle but because he’s actually pretty allergic to them.

Has a slight crush on Hermie but he’ll never confess.

Loves old timey music.

Little Sammy Smee, son of Mr. Smee

Grew up with Harriet, Harry, and CJ since often times his father, Mr. Smee, had to pick up the slack and make sure that Hook’s kids didn’t die (because we all know that Smee was the real MVP on Hook’s ship).

Recently, you can’t even really call him “Little” since he’s actually had quite a growth spurt.

He doesn’t really want to be a pirate or anything really to do with a ship. Since coming to Auradon he wants to be a kindergarten teacher.

Big Murph, son of one of Captain Hook’s pirates

Big Murph is a guy of little words. He doesn’t say much but his feelings always managed to get conveyed.

Has a crush on Claudine Frollo and has told her but she said she couldn’t return his feelings. He was obviously sad about it but was overall cool.

Really into art and is actually good at sculpting and carving.

Claudine Frollo, daughter of Judge Frollo

Probably the closest thing Diego has to a best friend in Auradon.

Spiritual but not very religious.

Actually hated ringing the school bells on the Isle but did faithfully every morning as an “Eff you” to her father who started hating the sound due to her foster brother.

Actually would like to meet her foster brother.

Joins all the feminist clubs at Auradon Prep because she actually agrees with it but as another “eff you” to her dad.

Since both of their parents taught them French, sometimes she and Gil will unintentionally slip into a cross between French and English before just completely speaking French. (This always annoys Harry because Gil usually forgets that he’s still speaking French afterwards and will only respond in French for an hour before he remembers to switch back to English.)

Harry and Jace Badun, cousins and the sons of Cruella’s minions, Horace and Jasper

They joined theatre crew with Hermie and are actually pretty good with set building.

Haven’t really found they’re place in Auaradon but they’re totally happy with bouncing from club to club helping with whatever big activity is going on.

Carlos apologized for treating them like crap on the Isle but they got it (Cruella was not someone they would wish on even their worst enemies) and now and again will bring random spare parts they find to Carlos to help with his inventions. (Carlos really doesn’t have the heart to tell them that the parts they find are complete crap. It’s the thought that counts.)

Diego de Vil, nephew of Cruella and Carlo’s cousin

…I feel like I’ve already come up with enough non-”We’ll Light the Fuse” spoiler hc for him.

You can read them here and here

Hadie, son of Hades

Despite being considerably younger than the two and often considered a loner, Hadie is usually hanging out with Diego and/or Claudine.

Really hates spicy food or food that is hot temperature wise.

After arriving in Auradon, he started identifying himself as a panromantic demisexual. (It wasn’t that no one knew or that the concept of it wasn’t unheard of on the Isle but it was nice to actually have a term for it.) When he told Diego and Claudine that, they both individually and together researched it to better understand their friend more before buying him a shirt that said “I’m pan-tastic”. Though it’s kind of hard to tell with his usual bored features, he really did appreciate his friends support and wore the shirt to bed every night.

Likes to plant. A lot. Diego, his roommate practically has to make a map to get from their door to his bed because Hadie’s has essentially turned their room into a jungle/green house.

Was actually one of the few kids on the Isle whose parent didn’t treat them like complete shit.

Yzla, daughter of Yzma

Evie’s biggest competition in Chemistry. (Technically Uma is actually really good at it too but she does just enough to pass the class.)

Don’t mention her brother. Ever. He’s an idiot and she’s embarrassed to be related to him. (Also they both had a crush on CJ and it just really drove a wedge in their already no existent relationship.)

Yzla is actually pretty small. Her mother had her and her brother at a much older age so there were definitely some difficulties with the birthing process. However, despite the fact that even someone as short as Uma can easily pick her up, she is definitely not someone you want to mess with.

Joined Squirrel Scouts to be ironic and make fun of it but she actually kind of likes it.

Is usually the one forcing Hermie to get out of her comfort zone.

Well that’s all I got!

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In The Eye Abides The HeArt

FINALLY a great PLL episode. I have so many thoughts and theories about this one!

Make sure to enable pictures, they are critical to the theories. It gets better the further you read!!! Enjoy!

TWIN CLUES

I’ve said it many times, but I would really hate if there was twin reveal. This was the case with Courtney DiLaurentis in the book version, and its been done with Jessica and Mary DiLaurentis. It would be a cop-out to do it again, so i sincerely hope it doesn’t happen; but lets explore all the twin hints in this episode, because there were so many.

ARIA- The first time AD FaceTimed Aria, it was just a hooded figure with a black face, but in this episode it was what looked to be Aria’s facial features on Paige’s face. Weird and off-putting

SPENCER- Everyone is thinking and writing about this- but the Spencer we see at the airport with Wren was acting very suspicious. She also is not wearing the white jacket or watch she had on in the previous scene, nor is it draped over her chair. There are also girls wearing matching shirts in the background.

BUT I THINK THE FOLLOWING WAS THE BIGGEST TWIN CLUE OF THE EPISODE:

ALISON- Alison says something VERY interesting when Paige asked her if she loved Emily. Ali says this about Emily, “She looks at you and sees who you really are. Maybe that’s the scariest part-You want to be who she sees.” The second she says this all I could think was WHAT IF IT IS SO SCARY BECAUSE YOU AREN’T THE REAL ALI BUT HER TWIN?! If this Alison that we have been seeing is in fact -lets call her Courtney- then maybe she is feeling remorseful because Emily has been so in love with Alison for so many years, and Courtney wishes she REALLY was Alison. Courtney has taken over Ali’s life but deep down she knows she isnt the real Alison DiLarentis. The title of this episode was “In The Eye Abides The Heart,” which could also connect to this theory. Emily is in love with Alison, and always has been. The person she is seeing now-looks like Alison, but it is really Courtney. But Emily doesn’t know this and believes its Ali because they are identical. Her EYES see who she believes is Alison, which causes her HEART to love her (even though its Courtney). IN THE EYE ABIDES THE HEART.

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EMILY’S BABY

I think the biggest reveal of this episode was that Archer Dunhill is not the father of Emily’s baby. So who is it???

Charlotte- I am STILL holding out hope that CeCe is not the real Charles, but if she is, what if it was her sperm that she had frozen from before her sex change? She had her boyfriend Archer pretend to be a doctor, and had her cousin Alison implanted with Emily’s eggs and her own sperm. Her cousin gives birth to her baby as a surrogate- this would be the only way she could have a baby now because of her surgery. Even if she is dead now- Archer decided to continue with the plan even after her death so she could “live on.” Confusing and crazy but definitely possible in Rosewood.

AD- I have been praying that AD is male, so maybe it is AD’s sperm. Why? Maybe AD is impotent, which is common for sociopaths and people who have severe mental illnesses. If AD is a relative of Alison, he is having his sister give birth to his child, using Emily’s eggs (not Alison’s eggs because of incest). It’s also a way to psychologically torture Emily&Ali as well- which he loves doing.

Anonymous [Sperm] Donor (which is an AD anagram)- I also think it’s possible that Alison is still the manipulative bitch she has always been and stole Emily’s eggs and had someone implant them in her with a random sperm donor, as a way to bond her and Emily for life and get Paige out of the picture once and for all.

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CAMP FOR TROUBLED BOYS

So now we know that Lucas and Charles go WAY BACK. They attended the same camp together for troubled boys where Pastor Ted worked as a counselor since he is Charles’ father.

Remember how Alison used to call Lucas “Hermie,” and say that he had both girl and guy parts? Sometimes babies are born with both male and female sex organs. What if Lucas was sent to this camp because he really is a hermaphrodite. (I just want to say as a side note that Marlene has not done a good job of portraying these sensitive subjects before (Charles as transgender and Emily as a lesbian) so I hope if they go this route it is done in a respectful and tasteful way)

What if Lucas is Bethany Young??? Maybe that is his female persona.

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COMIC BOOK

The A is very pronounced in Lucas’ signature.

Lucas and Charles wrote and illustrated a comic book. I LOVED this reveal; it was CRAZY and really cool.

Emily & Hanna summarize the comic book: “The hero is this boy who gets picked on by other kids and by his own family. He meets this alien woman in the woods and she becomes his protector. Shes this all powerful shape-shifter that helps get revenge for the boy- by torturing his enemies. And sometimes the boy turns into Arcturus, so he can experience the payback she gets for him.”

There is a heavy metal band which goes by Arcturus. In 1997 they released “Master of Disguise” and in 2015 they released a song titled “Game Over”. (PLL.wikia)

Charles used elements of the comic book in the Dollhouse:

This obviously proves that Lucas is part of the A Team, and has been since (probably) the very beginning. But I dont think he is or has ever been Head A or AD.

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CLARK KENT

In comic books there is always a superhero and an alter ego.

Batman is Bruce Wayne. Spider-Man is Peter Parker. When that character wakes up in the morning, he’s Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man.

Superman didn’t become Superman. Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he’s Superman.

His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red “S”, that’s the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears - the glasses, the business suit - that’s the costume Superman wears to blend in with us.

Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent? He’s weak… he’s unsure of himself… he’s a coward. Clark Kent is Superman’s critique on the whole human race. (kill bill)

Look at how similar the boys comic book cover is to Superman’s comic book cover:

They both have a yellow background and red lettering.

They both wear a RED CAPE. Which is quite obviously a RED COAT parallel. Maybe this is AD’s homage to his comic book- putting his female A team members in a RED COAT, since his comic book protector wore a RED CAPE.

Now….who wears GLASSES?

Is TOBY our Clark Kent???? Is Toby AD?!

Remember the scene a few episodes back when Spencer visits Toby in the hospital (Remember AD forced her to go. Which makes a lot of sense if Toby is AD) Toby says: “Maybe this town needs to disappear before we can leave”

Maybe that is Toby’s goal. If Toby is AD, maybe he needs to destroy everyone in Rosewood before he can move on with his life.

Then Spencer says, “You should probably try PUTTING ON YOUR GLASSES”

I wrote about this in a previous post but- Spencer says “We beat on, boats against the current.” Which is a quote from The Great Gatsby, and the “all seeing eye” billboard is the most famous imagery and symbolism from that book.

The title of the episode is “IN THE EYE ABIDES THE HEART.”

When Mona is studying the Board Game, she says that it was LOVINGLY HANDMADE with levers and pulleys. Its NOT a computer, its a construction project. Toby built the Game Board and the Dollhouse.

I think its seriously possible that Toby is our Clark Kent…sees himself as Superman. He is AD, Lucas & Charles' avenger.

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unlessyouwanttocomealong-ding · 7 years

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What's wrong with PLL Masterlist--- this will be long

includes spoilers from tonight's episode 5/9 1. okay so for starters let's just talk about the ships. so we're really going to pretend like it's okay for spoby to only date because yvonne died, emison to only date because allison was impregnated against her will with emily's eggs (dafuq even is that i swear i thought that was a joke theory people made up), and ezria is really going to get married when his "dead" fiancé literally just returned after having been kidnapped for two years. okay can we just think about that for a second. these poor side characters. i know there's a lot of hate on paige and yvonne and probably nicole too but do they really deserve all of this? do even the main characters even deserve all of this? i mean kidnapped for 2 years. that is intense 2. okay im kind of sort of all for charlotte and lucas having been friends because connections but not really because allison was a b-tch and she would call lucas hermie... can't we assume charlotte knew about that... and yet she was still obsessed with allison???? why? idk maybe that's just me. 3. i was probably one of the biggest contenders for the aria being evil plot line because let's be real she's got nothing else going for her. (sorry ezra) but you're trying to tell me that she's going to just turn evil???????? just cuz she doesn't want to be on the "losing team?" and now poor hanna has to face the consequences. hasn't aria already done enough to hanna? --- to be clear i'm talking about when ali came back and hanna went through this like intense hard time because ali was the worst to hanna like caused hanna psychological issues and aria knew about this and everybody knew about this but instead of talking to her about why she was drinking and acting out, aria got mad at her when her mom's fiancé was super ultra inappropriate with hanna.--- anyways back to the point, if arias going to be evil, why can't she have been evil from the start? it makes no sense for her to turn on her friends now when they're supposed to be loyal best friends. 4. oh and what bs was that? sydneys on the A team because it's nice being on the winning team my butthole. sydney wasn't on the losing team! sydney wasn't even on a team??? like A wasn't going after her, the girls weren't going after her, she's the one who brought herself into the game. don't give me this bs. also just why are all of these irrelevant people coming back... and onto my next point 5. Pastor Ted??? really? you HAD to go there? i don't even understand what happened in that entire scene. he's charlottes dad? i don't even know. i mean i love ted but he's not supposed to be involved. again with unnecessary involvement of irrelevant characters. 6. oh yeah and i just have to throw this out there- ezria is f-cked up! like i can't begin to describe it. first of all- student teacher relationships are gross, but even if u get passed that- the stalking? like sorry guys, season 4 happened and ezra was like super dangerous and now aria just acts like it didn't happen. not only did he stalk the girls and purposely hook up with aria when she's underage, but then when spencer found out, he snuck into her reports and inappropriately handled the situation by telling aria? he's a teacher! if he finds that out tell her parents!!! whatever ezra is scum and people need to face it. 7. onto another character that i don't understand why people like... Allison dilaurentis!!! ok, emison shippers, hold on. hear me out. if it helps, i hate all of emily's other love interests too- except maya because maya was sent from heaven above. but you mean to tell me that allison dilaurentis would "help" hanna marin puke, constantly tell her to watch her weight or stop eating or whatever, lead emily on like a puppet, threaten aria and her family, bully lucas, bully mona, bully jenna, bully everybody in the school... and people think she has redeeming qualities? ok and that's not it. bc i know what you're thinking- "oh but her character developed soooo much!" don't even give me that. her character didn't develop. her character went from being the worst to magically being good. except even now that she's good, she's never once apologized to anybody. in fact she's still a b-tch to paige. she never even mentions that she gave hanna an eating disorder. oh and then in this season when she says addison is worse than her just bc addison looks at her phone while talking to teacher? please tell me nobody believed that crap. i mean seriously please tell me that, because allison was 100x worse. also ik some people will disagree that she led emily on but i mean what else would i call it's she clearly knew emily loved her and then "just for practice." even if it wasn't just for practice, saying that screwed emily up and we know it. and now allison claims territory over emily like a dog anytime paige is near. when paige is gone, allison couldn't care less what emily does 8. so many plot holes i don't have time for that 9. sorry but again, they REALLY went with the storyline of allison being impregnated with emily's eggs. no. N.O. 10. mona deserves better. mona deserves better. mona deserves better. MONA DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER SAY IT WITH ME PLEASE! 11. but where are the actually relevant characters... melissa, wren, jason, idk there's definitely way more but i'm done rn I mean we all know there's so much more but this was really just inspired by tonight's episode specifically because my mind was blown by all of it and that they really went there over and hover again. sorry if people love ezria or emison and i offended u. i don't exactly have something against the ships it's just that when u really think about it, it's pretty messed up. but sorry this is long, i guess i had a lot more on my mind than i thought.

#sorry i'm not that sorry #pll #pretty little liars #ezria #anti ezria #anti emison #allison dilaurentis #emily fields #spencer hastings #aria montgomery #hanna marin #marlene king #pll endgame #pll theories #pll spoilers #spoby

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Dreams Of Today - Chapter 6

Summary: Number one: Malfoy was a git. Nothing new there. Number two: He was an arrogant, annoying, little ferret. Number three: He used every chance he got to humiliate her and – and… that wasn’t right. Last year… at the Yule Ball… he had been acting surprisingly nice toward her. To be fair, Malfoy had also spent a big part of that night annoying the hell out of her… but… he’d also been… really sweet.. Sequel to Songs of Yesterday. femHarry, HP/DM, Romance, Angst, Fluff , Slowburn

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | (link to masterlist)

6 – Midnight Confessions

(3rd week of September - Friday)

HALEY

She is evil. She is pure evil, Haley thought, after she had finally completed the last evening of detention on Friday night. Would the wound on her right hand ever completely heal again? Her skin was burning like crazy. And as if that wasn't enough, she was practically asleep on her feet. Her nights with Umbridge had forced her to try and finish all of her homework until late into the night. She didn't remember the last night she'd slept more than four hours.

With drooping eyes Haley trudged down the hall. Was that a bench to her right? She didn't know if she'd be able to make it all the way up to the tower. But after a little break… she'd surely be able to go on.

As soon as Haley had sunken to the bench, her eyes closed. Just a moment, she thought, just a little moment, just a little…

Haley blinked. Where was she? How late was it? Why was her hand so cold?

Wait. It wasn't only cold but also wet. She looked down at her hand in confusion. Her hand was floating inside a bowl that was filled with a thick, yellowish liquid. And most importantly… her skin had stopped burning! It had to be because of the liquid! Hermione must have come and brought it. She'd have to thank her.

"Thanks Hermi-" Haley started to say as she turned around to see if her friend was still around somewhere. But Hermione was nowhere to be found.

Instead she was faced with a boy in Slytherin green robes. Her dearest enemy was sitting on the bench beside her. She wasn't even surprised anymore.

"You again?" She asked in a quiet voice. She was way too tired to deal with him.

For a second, he simply looked at her, a calm expression on his face.

"Are you feeling better?" Malfoy asked just as quietly. Haley frowned.

"Your hand..." He clarified, with a gesture of his own hand.

Oh. Her hand… Her… hand? With all the force she could muster up Haley pulled her right hand out of the bowl it had been resting in.

"You did this?" She inquired in alarm. Had the liquid actually worsened her wound?

Malfoy reached around her to keep the bowl from spilling over.

"Careful," the boy admonished, "I spent hours brewing this!" He glared at her. His face was only inches away from hers. Then it was gone.

"I didn't poison it," he said, looking down at his hands, "anyway, your hand should definitely feel better now." He paused, frowning slightly, "It contains Murtlap tentacles. They are often used in healing potions. Not that you would know," He added the last sentence in a slightly mocking tone.

Haley clenched her teeth. How dare he insult her in such a situation? Well… it was true that potions wasn't her strongest subject but still…

"Just for the record, I did know that." She said defiantly, reaching for the bowl with her left hand and holding it up to her face for inspection.

"Like I thought," she declared in a thoughtful tone, "Murtlap Essence. Let me guess, you made this from strained and pickled Murtlap tentacles?" She didn't wait for an answer. The liquid indeed looked like the one Hermione had made for her the other day.

"Hm… I guess, I can use this then." In her mind she thanked Hermione for the small bits of knowledge she always shared with whoever was there to listen. Admittedly most of the time it was more than a tad annoying but at times such as now it proved very helpful.

Haley set the bowl down at her side again and carefully let her hand soak up the liquid.

She tried not to sigh at the soothing effect it had on her burning hand.

It was hard to ignore the smug grin on Malfoy's face. Arrogant git. Why was he even doing all this?

"Stop it!" She snapped, once she couldn't ignore his presence anymore.

"Stop what?" Malfoy drawled in an amused tone. Haley turned to face him. Why did he have to be so irritating? And confusing? And attractive? No – that wasn't right! She quickly shook her head to get rid of that particular thought. It was important to keep her thoughts strictly rational! But that was easier said than done, especially with the boy right in front of her. His head was cupped in his hands with his elbows resting on top of his knees. And he was smiling… like he was exactly where he wanted to be in this moment. She simply couldn't make sense of him. Haley took a deep breath. Focus, she told herself. She looked away from him. It was easier to focus that way.

"Stop being like this," she murmured, "Stop being nice to me. Don't act like you care when you're going to treat me like the dirt underneath your shoes just a second later! Stop confusing me! Stop toying around with me like this!" Her voice had gradually started to get louder. All of a sudden she felt so angry. It was like all the build up frustration and confusion from the last weeks was finally coming to a peak.

"If you're going to hate me, fine! Do it! But I can't deal with this any longer! This – this – I don't even know – whatever the hell this is!" Malfoy was just sitting there, quietly taking in her words. Why wasn't he saying anything? Why wasn't he defending himself? Why was he just sitting there?

Haley hurled the bowl away from her. It rolled around on the floor for a few seconds, spilling its content everywhere. She didn't wait for it to stop rolling before she continued her speech.

"Why won't you say anything?" She asked, facing him now, "What do you want from me, for Merlin's sake! I just don't get it. I don't get you!" She said in frustration using her hands to express her exasperation. She breathed heavily. Malfoy still said nothing.

Then her voice turned a bit calmer, a bit softer, until it was nothing more than a whisper, "I don't understand why this is getting to me so much… It shouldn't… It shouldn't matter at all."

Haley turned away from him again. She would just leave. Why had she let her emotions get away with her? She shouldn't have tossed the bowl of Murtlap Essence. Her hand was burning up again.

But she couldn't let her discomfort show. Malfoy was watching her. She could feel his eyes on her.

The Slytherin was getting up now. Fine, leave, Haley thought, and don't bother me again!

But he wasn't leaving. Instead he was walking toward the bowl, that was lying in the middle of the hall. With his back to her, he knelt down in front of it and took something out of his robe pocket.

Once he was finished with whatever he'd been doing, he carefully walked back over to where she was sitting. 'What are you doing?' Haley wanted to ask but seeing what Malfoy was doing silenced the words in her throat. He was kneeling down in front of her, reminding her of that time in the class room earlier this week. He'd knelt down then, too, picking up her wand for her. What he was doing now, was even more shocking.

In his right hand he was holding a handkerchief that was soaked with the yellowish liquid.

With his left hand he reached for her right one and gently wrapped the handkerchief around her injury. Even after he was done he didn't let go of her hand. It felt so much better now.

How easy would it be to just give in. To just surrender to whatever it was Malfoy was planning for her. But it didn't feel right to do that just yet. Still, it wouldn't hurt to let her hand rest there for a little while. Malfoy's fingers were stroking over it with such care. Why though? Why…?

"I..." Malfoy started to say after some time, "I... probably owe you… an apology." He chuckled, never looking away from Haley's hand.

"It feels like… I'm always apologizing to you…"

Haley raised her eyebrows. "Are you kidding me? I remember one apology."

"Oh really?" He asked, sounding genuinely surprised, "Well… I must have done it in my mind then."

Haley snorted at that. Was this boy for real?

"An apology doesn't really mean much if you're going to do the same thing all over again."

"I wasn't planning to-"

"Did you already forget the incident on the train? Or when you were being an insensitive prat only one week later?" Haley interrupted his excuses.

"But I didn't mean that!"

"Well, why did you do it then?" The atmosphere around them felt electrified, as they quietly stared at one another.

Malfoy was the first to look away. He sighed deeply.

"I was going to apologize for that. Should I not do that?" His hands weren't touching hers anymore. Instead his arm was wrapped around his middle loosely. Like he needed something to hold on to. Haley felt something inside her soften at the sight. The feeling irritated her. Where had it come from?

"I didn't say that. You can do what you want but… an insincere apology… that's just a waste of time." She hadn't meant to sound this bitter toward the end.

Malfoy was biting his lips in a thoughtful way. It seemed like he was really considering her words.

"I… I hurt you. Many times…" He whispered, "I was such a prat to you, I ignored you I – I insulted you, embarrassed you – I – I – I…" He swallowed thickly.

"I'm sorry for doing that to you." He looked up at her then, eyes brimming with sincerity and something like… remorse.

"I wish I could promise not to do that again but… I doubt you'd believe me." Malfoy glanced over at her hand almost longingly. Then he looked right into her eyes.

"Do you know that your eyes are really distracting?" He asked out of the blue.

"I dreamed about them once and after I woke up I spent an hour trying to remember the exact shade of green they had."

Haley blinked. Her heart had just skipped a beat! Why did he have to say these kinds of things? And why did he have to say them in such a way that almost seemed like he was awestruck? By her? Why did he have to keep confusing her until she herself wasn't sure what she felt anymore?

She didn't like this feeling. Didn't like it at all. She felt like she was drowning… Like she was slowly losing control…

Or maybe she was going crazy? She closed her eyes firmly.

"You're saying all that. You're using all these nice words but… in the end…" Haley took a deep breath, "In the end you still haven't explained. Anything." She concluded, focusing her eyes on the ceiling above her now.

"As far as I know, this is nothing but another game of yours," she continued, "I'm sick of being the punchline to another of your jokes – I –"

"Does this seem like a joke to you?" Malfoy yelled, effectively silencing her. "Look at me, for Merlin's sake!"

Haley glanced down to where Malfoy was kneeling. Literally on his knees, trying to make her believe him. It seemed like the picture of sincerity.

Well… in that moment he did seem sincere. More than that! But still… could she seriously just forget everything that had happened before?

"It's true," Malfoy admitted, "Lately… I haven't really done a lot to make you trust me but… don't you remember last year?"

"Last year?" Haley echoed, slightly confused about the sudden turn the conversation was taking.

"Yes," it seemed her non-aggressive reaction was encouraging him, "last year. Don't you remember how I helped you get through all the tasks? Why would I have done that if my goal was to harm you?"

"What do you mean you helped me through all the tasks…?" What was he on about? Had she missed something?

"Well, I guess it was just that one task…" he conceded.

The frown on Haley's face became more prominent. Malfoy sighed, rolling his eyes.

"The Second Task? The egg-clue? You had a little problem with breathing underwater and I presented you with a fool-proof solution? Did you forget that?"

"The gillyweed!" That's what the boy had been talking about! Now she knew where this was going. Except… no she still didn't have an idea.

"But… but that was Dobby! I got the gillyweed from Dobby!"

For a moment Malfoy had seemed elated at the recognition in her voice. Now he looked confused.

"No, no, no! That was me!" He said with a frown, "I gave you that note, remember? I was the one who told you to meet me in front of the kitchens that night. I gave the gillyweed to Dobby and asked him to give it to you! That was all me!"

His eyes opened wide, he seemingly tried to convince her with nothing but his grey orbs. But that wasn't even necessary. In a second a few things that hadn't hadn't quite added up before were making much more sense. It had seemed suspicious that she had met Dobby in the one night where she'd purposefully made her way down to the kitchens. And coincidentally he had also got her the gillyweed on top of that. If Haley remembered correctly, Dobby had seemed as if he was hiding something from her. And also…

"Neville!" She exclaimed, thinking of another thing.

"Actually, my name is Dra–"

"You stole his book about the water plants! Neville said, he had lost it, but… that was actually you, wasn't it? You found out about the gillyweed through Neville's book!"

Malfoy simply raised one eyebrow in answer.

Haley felt like something in her vision was righting itself all of a sudden. Something that had been upside-down for a long time was now standing right-side-up in front of her. It was a thrilling, exhilarating feeling. Like suddenly anything she could imagine was possible.

"You've been helping me… all along," she said in wonder. She remembered how helpless she'd felt back then. How much of a burden the whole tournament had been. And he'd really been there by her side. Irritating her. Disrupting her focus. But there nevertheless.

Malfoy shrugged. He wasn't meeting her eyes. Was that a faint blush she saw on his cheeks?

"Why didn't you tell me?" Haley asked.

The Slytherin sighed, "Well… you know…"

Haley waited, one eyebrow in the air.

"It's not… really – something… I would do, is it? Can't have people mistake me for a Gryffindor! Or even worse, one of those sickeningly well-meaning Hufflepuffs." He was shuddering in disgust. But beneath that, it was obvious that a part of him didn't worry about the Hufflepuff part too much.

Maybe he even enjoyed doing something nice for a change. Or was that thought too optimistic?

"You could have told me though," Haley said, leaning forward a bit. And then she did two things. One thing she herself wasn't expecting and the other thing, she had been wanting to do for a long time. She slipped from the bench to the ground until she was situated in front of Malfoy. Kneeling as well. Then she reached for his shoulder and let her hand rest on top of it softly.

She took a deep breath and released it in one short sentence, "Thank you."

The words seemed to confuse him. He kept looking back and forth between her face and the hand on his shoulder in a surprised way.

"Why…" He paused, trying to find his voice, "Why would you thank me? After everything..."

He trailed of. All of a sudden he looked inexplicably sad.

Haley bit her lips. It was hard to find the right words.

"I… kept hoping..." she said in a quiet voice.

"Hoping?" Malfoy asked, still sounding doubtful. But there was also a hopefulness in his voice that took her back to a wondrous night with a fairy that seemed like it had transpired in a whole different life time.

"Hoping that… I hadn't been wrong about you. That-" She stopped herself. While she'd been talking Malfoy had slowly raised his head until he was finally meeting her eyes. There it was again. Hope. What was it he was hoping for? Regardless of the answer it was that urgency that made her heart stop. That made her throw caution to the wind and tell him exactly what had been on her mind. What she had been afraid to say in case all of this was nothing more than a joke. It was now or never.

"That there was more to you. More than what you let everyone else see. I kept hoping…what I saw that night… That it was true. That you were more than just a heartless bully."

For a moment Malfoy didn't say a word. He just looked at her in wonder. Almost like he wasn't understanding what she had been saying. Haley didn't dare blink. She was too anxious for the Slytherin's reaction. And when had her heart started to beat so fast? Maybe it had something to do with the way Malfoy's lips were slightly parted or how his eyes were virtually shining.

Then he made a sound between a laugh and a sob. And he laughed again in a way that was hopeful and hesitant at the same time.

In a move that was almost too fast for Haley's Seeker reflexes, Malfoy took her left hand in his.

He removed her other hand from his shoulder and cradled it in his own hands as well. He didn't look at her. He was too busy watching their hands. But that didn't mean Haley couldn't look at him.

He seemed almost delighted. Like he just-

Huh? Had he just pressed a kiss onto her hand? Haley's eyes widened. They hadn't even talked about this. This other thing.

Without giving him a chance to kiss her hand a second time, she pulled it away from his grasp, ignoring the disappointment on his face. She looked away.

"Sorry," Malfoy whispered, "I… I couldn't help it…"

She didn't answer but she glanced over at him quickly. He was blushing again! Haley chuckled quietly at that. It made him look really cute. She bit her lip shyly. Where had that thought come from? She leaned her knees against her chest and wrapped her arms around them, letting her head rest on top of her arms.

It was quiet for a few seconds. Or minutes? Haley didn't know. She also didn't dare look up from the ground.

Malfoy inhaled audibly, as if he wanted to say something. But there were no words. Had she imagined that only? After another moment he took another deep breath. This time he also spoke.

"I… Does that mean you're… are you giving me another chance?"

Haley was conflicted. One part of her said 'Don't be a fool. He's only tricking you. It wouldn't be the first time', while the other more forgiving part told her, 'Can't you see that he's being sincere? What will you do if he ends up becoming a death eater and it's all your fault. Because you turned him down today?'.

Haley had often heard that she was like her mother. She always saw the good in people. It sounded like a positive trait at first. But she couldn't shake the feeling that it would come back to bite her one day. Haley had already made up her mind as she was raising her head, and meeting Malfoy's grey eyes at last.

"How do I know… that you won't change your mind again next week?" She had to ask that. It was a legitimate doubt, wasn't it?

Malfoy chuckled darkly, "I brought this on myself," he whispered, "Of course you don't believe me. Why would you?" It was a question but he didn't give her a chance to answer.

"Let me…show you," he said with renewed confidence, "Give me… I don't know – three months to show you how serious I am about this. How much I… care… about you."

Malfoy looked so sincere in that moment, she wanted to cry. Well she wasn't about to cry in front of him. And not over something like that.

"Three months?" She asked skeptically.

Malfoy pouted at her tone. "Fine, two months," he conceded.

Haley raised her eyebrows in a doubtful way.

Malfoy scowled. "One. Month. Then." He gritted out.

She inspected her fingernails in an unimpressed way. If she was going to keep herself from grinning, she couldn't look at him. His irritation was far too amusing.

"Half a month?" He asked quietly.

"Four weeks it is then," Haley told her fingernails in a disinterested voice.

"Fine," Malfoy spat, "Two weeks, four weeks, I'm sure I can convince you of my fabulousness in only a day."

Haley snorted at that. She finally looked up at him, laughing.

"Yeah?" She asked curiously. Malfoy's eyes were full of determination. She smiled.

"You bet. I'll show you on our trip to Hogsmeade next weekend."

"Excuse me?" Haley frowned. Had she missed something?

"There's a Hogsmeade trip planned for next weekend and I-"

"I know that. What I meant is I don't remember you actually asking me to go or anything."

He looked dumbfounded.

"But I thought-"

"What?" She asked in a dangerous voice.

Malfoy cleared his throat and took a deep breath.

"So…there's a Hogsmeade trip coming up next weekend. I thought you might like – I mean -" He stopped when he saw the unimpressed expression on her face.

"Would you – would you like to go together?" He was trying really hard. Haley saw that. But she couldn't bring herself to simply say yes. Not after everything that had happened before. And there was also something else. She was forgetting something. Or someone? But she couldn't remember what it was. She blamed it on her tiredness.

"I'll think about it," she said, and hadn't she said those exact words not too long ago? To someone else?

Malfoy had seemed optimistic before. Now his expression was back to being slightly guarded.

"If you don't want to just say so. I don't care for false promises and empty words." He glared at her warily. Maybe it hadn't been the most clever way of putting it.

"I didn't mean to-"

"Well, you didn't say yes!" Malfoy interrupted her hotly.

We have to be the most stubborn and hot-headed people in the castle, Haley thought to herself. Was it possible for them to have even one conversation without either of them raising their voice?

"I didn't say no either," she reminded him, trying to stay calm.

Malfoy regarded her in a thoughtful way for a moment.

"So, you're really going to think about it?" He inquired finally. Haley nodded.

"Make sure to let me know once you've decided," he said, seeming somewhat convinced.

"Sure," she whispered, "You'll be the first to know." She smiled softly.

There was a tiny smile on his face as well and for a few seconds they just sat there softly smiling at one another. In that moment it was hard to imagine how cold his eyes had been, how they had reminded her of a harsh winter storm. Now the iciness had made way for a more… a more…

Haley yawned. Her eyes were drooping again. Now that all the excitement was somewhat over, her body had decided to remind her, that she was incredibly tired.

Malfoy was getting to his feet. "Come on, it's late," he said, extending his hand.

It would change everything if she took his hand now. But maybe that wasn't a bad thing?

She briefly considered ignoring it and getting up on her own but in her current state of tiredness the thought alone seemed nearly impossible.

So she took the hand that was hovering in front of her and let Malfoy help her up.

She still felt the same. She was still Haley. But then, what had she been expecting?

"I'll take you back to your common room," Malfoy told her. He was still holding her hand.

"I'll manage, thanks," she muttered with a frown. His hand was cold. Why was it so cold?

"I'm sure of that. But it's already past curfew. What if a teacher catches you?"

Was he worrying about her? What a ridiculous thought.

"And what are you going to do about that?" She asked curiously. It didn't feel different from holding Hermione's hand really.

"Well, I'm a prefect. Did you forget that?" He adjusted his grip on her hand. There was no spark. Shouldn't there be a spark? Or a tingly feeling at least? In any case it didn't feel unpleasant.

"You sound like Percy," she chuckled, "And what are you going to say, when we come across a teacher? Will you tell them that you were just escorting me back to Gryffindor Tower?"

"Well I… I'll think of something…" He said unconvincingly. He wasn't even acknowledging her jab about Percy. Instead he started to swing their hands back and forth. Haley wasn't sure Malfoy was even aware of what his hand was doing.

"Just… come on," he insisted impatiently. The way he tugged at her hand, Haley thought he was trying to tear her arm off or something. At least it wasn't her injured hand.

"As convincing as that sounds, I'm afraid I-" She stopped herself. Was that the sound of footsteps?

Malfoy seemed to hear it, too. He let her hand fall without hesitating for a second. She knew why he'd done it of course but It kind of bothered her that he was so quick to let go.

"Ah, there you are. Hermione was worried you'd gotten yourself into trouble aga-"

Haley turned to where the voice had come from. Ron. He hadn't spotted Malfoy at first but now that he'd stepped further into the hall, he glared at him.

"Leave her alone! You slimy, arrogant, little-"

"Weasley." Malfoy interrupted him in a rather neutral tone.

Ron watched him warily, clearly waiting for the insults that were bound to follow.

Haley was waiting, too. She didn't know what she was waiting for though.

Malfoy turned to face her again. He was wearing his signature smirk but it didn't seem mean-spirited to her. There was still warmth in his eyes.

"Night, Potter," he drawled. Then he turned around and vanished in the direction of the dungeons.

Ron was at her side in less than a second.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you? What happened?" He asked, looking her over worriedly.

Haley didn't know how to properly answer either of those questions. So she simply shook her head.

"I really don't get that git. He usually never wastes an opportunity to be a jerk. I mean what was that? Honestly..." Ron trailed off, shaking his head. "You may be right about him. His behaviour is definitely suspicious. We should keep our eyes on him – Haley?"

Haley had been so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn't paid attention to where she was going. She was standing in the middle of the stair case that lead up to their tower with her shoe stuck inside one of the trick steps. Ron had caught her arm, so that she wouldn't fall.

"I missed the trick step," Haley said in confusion. She never missed the trick step.

"You missed the trick step," Ron repeated sounding equally confused.

"Are you really okay?" He asked, once he'd helped her pull her shoe out of the step.

"I – yeah," Haley offered slowly, "I'm just… really really tired."

It wasn't like Ron to press for more information. Even if he did suspect there was more behind her words. He wasn't comfortable talking about "feelings and all that mushy stuff", as he would put it. And he'd never initiate that sort of conversation. There was no doubt he would listen to her worries if she came to talk to him about them. But he'd let her come to him in her own time. It was something she appreciated about her friend. After all she wasn't near ready to tell him that Draco Malfoy had kind of asked her on a date. And… what was even more insane was the fact that she was actually considering to say yes.

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