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solartranslations · 3 years

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AF2 Luca Chapter 3 (12/22): Bewildered Flame

She takes a walk at the island’s marketplace as usual and surprisingly runs into…

~*Scene: Harbor*~

Felicita: …

Nova: What are you doing?

Felicita: Huh…?

Nova: The Swords are supposed to be escorting someone today. What are you shopping around here for?

Ash: Huh!? How do you know what every department is doing…

Felicita: He really is amazing

Ash: No, I’m saying Nova is way too picky

Nova: Because I have to be. So, you’re skipping out even though you’re the executive?

Felicita: No, I’m not

Felicita: We finished what we had to do and are moving independently now

Ash: Ah, ok. So what’re you doing?

Felicita: Martha and the Triad asked me for a favor so I’m helping them out…

Nova: Oh that’s what it is. It’s the same for us

Ash: I’m just following the Chalices around. Everyone said to go with them if I wanted to get experience working

Felicita: Nice, Nova!

Nova: It’s not a big deal

Ash: No, you really are doing a lot

Nova: Is that supposed to be praise?

Felicita: *laugh*

Ash: Oh, isn’t that Luca over there?

Felicita: It is. Lu…

Felicita: !

Nova: What?

Felicita: He’s with someone…a woman…

Nova: Luca’s with a woman? That’s not you? …!

Felicita: Neve…?

Nova: They look kind of suspicious. Like they’re sneaking around

Felicita: ……

Nova: …You’re not going to say hi?

>No, let’s just go

(+10 Amore)

>I’ll just watch for a bit

(No Amore)

Nova: …Really?

Felicita: What?

Nova: You really look like you’re curious though

Felicita: You’re imagining it

Nova: What good will that do. If you’re worried, then go talk to him

Felicita: If they’re meeting in secret, then it’s either work…or something they don’t want others to hear

Nova: Then that’s even more reason to go and ask

Felicita: …Nevermind, let’s just go

Nova: Are you sure?

Felicita: I know Neve likes Vir, so it’s not like there’d be anything between her and Luca

Nova: That might be true, but I still don’t like them sneaking around like that

Felicita: Sometimes Luca does that

Nova: ……

Felicita: But…I hardly ever see Neve talk to anyone when it’s not about her work as a merchant…

Ash: You seriously are worried then

Felicita: It’s fine. If you two aren’t busy then help me out. I’ve got a lot to bring back

Ash: Huh!? Isn’t that really something you should ask the hat guy…

Nova: We’ll go, Ash. Helping people in need on the island is part of our job

Felicita: Nova…thank you

~*Scene: Harbor*~

Luca: …Just as I thought, so you do know herbal medicine. Let’s do this again tomorrow then

Neve: Alright. I’ll be waiting

Neve: Actually, I also have a request…

Luca: Yes?

Luca: Recipes for Regalo cuisine?

Neve: I thought I’d cook some for my husband

Luca: I see, I’m sure he’d love it. When we return to the mansion I’ll give you my special recipe for Regalo Hot Po…—

Luca: Ojou-sama…with Nova and Ash. I guess they’re on their way home from work

Neve: She was watching you earlier

Luca: Ojou-sama was?

Neve: Yes. You’re together, right? I hope she didn’t misunderstand…

Luca: Misunderstand?

Neve: You might have relationship troubles

Luca: D-don’t say that…

Neve: I can do a palm reading if you’re worried?

Luca: Please do!

Neve: That’ll be 3000 Lira (TN: about $2 US)

Luca: You certainly don’t joke around

~*Scene: Felicita’s Room*~

(*knock knock)

Mariella: Ojou-sama, Luca asked me to bring this to you

(*rustle)

Felicita: ?

~*Scene: Rose Garden*~

Felicita: It’s cold

Luca: Wha!? Is something displeasing you, Ojou-sama?

Felicita: Just that it’s cold. So, what’s with the sudden letter?

Luca: Well…I just wanted to spend time with you

Felicita: It’s already night…

Luca: We’re a couple so I thought it was appropriate

Felicita: This isn’t the right place

Luca: S-should we go somewhere else then? Debito would say the right place is “in bed” but…

Felicita: Here’s fine

Luca: *laugh*…there’s a reason why we’re here

Luca: Here, it’s this!

Felicita: What is that?

Luca: It’s a brazier. I hear it’s fun to warm up while grilling food with it!

Felicita: It does sound fun

Luca: I bought it from Vir’s store. They have a lot of items from the East and the continent. It’s all so interesting

Luca: By the way Ojou-sama, did you come to the market with Nova earlier today?

Felicita: Yeah

Luca: I knew it! I was there too. I didn’t realize until you were leaving though…

Felicita: …

Luca: Did you see me there too? I wish you’d said something, then we could have went for some dolce together…

Felicita: Did you go with Neve instead then?

Luca: Huh? Ah, no, I didn’t. I just meant that I wish we could have gone on a date

Felicita: Hmm… These grilled zucchini are really good

Luca: …You really are bad at lying, Ojou-sama. It looks like there’s more that you want to say

Felicita: Are you good at lying then, Luca?

Luca: What are you talking about?

Felicita: You looked like you were sneaking around

Luca: Ojou-sama, are you jealous?

Felicita: Wha!?

Felicita: …!

(*kick)

Luca: Ow… I was right then?

Felicita: F-forget it! Did something happen with Neve?

Luca: Having you get jealous over me really feels special, Ojou-sama. *laugh*

Luca: So…I guess you want to know what I was doing with Neve. She was actually asking me for advice

Felicita: Advice?

Luca: Yes. She said that she wanted to cook something from Regalo for Vir

Luca: She couldn’t find you, so she asked me when we ran into each other while shopping

Luca: I was quite critical about the drinks when we first met

Felicita: So that’s what it was…

Luca: Feel better now?

(*smile) Felicita: Yeah

Felicita: I hope Neve can make a good Regalo Hot Pot

Luca: And, Ojou-sama. You know I would be jealous too if you went on a date with Nova or Ash, right?

Felicita: Did you just want to say that from the start?

Luca: Of course

Felicita: …You’re so childish, Luca

Luca: So? That’s just how I am

Felicita: But I don’t hate it

Luca: Okay, how about trying this grilled mushroom then?

Felicita: …It’s good

Luca: I succeeded in making you smile

—Later—

~*Scene: Rose Garden*~

Luca: The herbal medicine you gave me seems to have been very effective

Neve: I’m glad. I’ll make some more, so keep using it

Neve: They relax the mind so you can get a good dreamless sleep. They also relieve fatigue that might not be obvious

Luca: Thank you. And these are for you. Some fresh herbs I picked this morning

Neve: Thank you. I’m glad since I only have dried ones with me

~*Scene: Hallway*~

Felicita: Luca and Neve…? What are they doing…

Giorgio: Let’s go, Ojou. Our client is waiting

Felicita: Yeah…

~*End of Scene*~

(Continue Common Route)

(Back to Directory)

#luca #arcana famiglia #arcana famiglia 2 #chapter 3 #solar translations #psp game #translation #releases #not sure why they're going with the jealousy?? plot??#but sure ok #hm....

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janetbrown711 · 5 years

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"I just can't get her out of my head" God Lena

Lena sat at her desk musing over stacks of paperwork of the newly deceased. Lists of family members, whether or not they deserved to be tortured, and other boring information stared at her but seemed all literacy slipped from her mind.

It was that goddess. That darn goddess.

"Hey boss, i got the five o'clock groups an- are you still on the two o'clock pile?" Llewellyn popped his head in her office. Lena leaned back in her chair and huffed.

"It seems i just can't focus," she sat up again and tried to look at the paper on her desk.

"Is it that cute girl you've been muttering about all week?" He smirked at her.

"Who said it was okay to talk smack to your boss?" Lena scowled. Llewellyn shrugged.

"You need me," his smirk grew, as well as Lena's annoyance.

"Are you going now?" Lena asked.

"Maybe... but maybe you should go instead. Clear your head. Relax. Talk about that girl more. Maybe with your sister," he joked.

"Har har, like I would ever tell her... or Vi," Lena rolled her eyes and started filling out the work without reading it.

"She could help. She is the queen of all gods after all. She's gotta have some brain cells," Llewellyn shrugged and disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Lena rolled the pen between her fingers as she thought of what to do. She looked down toward her paper work as the words seemed to suck what little of a 'life' she had.

Standing, Lena sighed and called her skeleton pegasus Athanasia and together they rode off to Mount Olympus...

Great gods of old, Lena hated this place. All the worst gods who didn't have their own place or cult hung out there twenty four seven. All they did was create a ruckus until someone as reasonable as herself got them to cut it out.

Of course, seeing her sister every now and then was a little nice, but she was... intense.

"Lena!!!" Webby grabbed Lena into a bone crushing hug.

"What's up? Our semi annual godly meeting isn't until a few weeks," Webby said, her fluffy cloud crown growing puffier with joy.

"Good to see you too," she chuckled as Webby let her go.

"Got something on your mind?" Webby asked.

"You know it," Lena sighed.

"I got a place we can talk, c'mon," Webby gestured Lena to follow her as they moved across a crowd of other minor gods as they looked and stared at the goddess of the underworld. Lena kept her best stone cold face to let them know who was in charge.

"Here we are!" Webby opened a pair of doors which opened a portal to a little balcony that showed a starry night and calm grassy fields swaying with a calm wind. Webby closed the door behind her and they were alone.

"So what's the dealio?" Webby asked, summoning glasses of wine and handing one to her. Lena looked off as she pondered how to phrase her dilemma.

"How long has Mariella had a daughter?" Lena asked.

"Ahhhh, i see. Last i checked she was... twenty one thousand years old? Unless you count those years as a statue... then its twenty two thousand... why?" Webby asked.

"She was a statue?" Lena glanced at her.

"Oh yeah. Clay. Mariella practically begged me to bring her to life so I did a little zappy and bam. Eva," Webby grinned.

"I see..." Lena glanced at her before taking a sip of the wine.

"Why? You like her?"

Lena blinked.

"How do you know me so well?" Lena laughed to mask her nervousness.

"Ah don't worry about it," Webby nudged her ribs and laughed along.

"Well... you're right. I just... can't get her out of my head. It's driving me insane," Lena admitted.

"Well good on you. Go get 'em tiger," Webby was unsurprisingly supportive.

"Well i would, but you know how much Mariella hates me and all i do. There's no way she'll ever let me near her daughter ever again," Lena said.

"Well then find an excuse to see Mariella. With Mariella, there's Eva," Webby suggested.

"I can't just leave the underworld without rhyme or reason. I usually only visit Mariella semi annually for the cornucopia of treats for Cerberus and the garden of souls I'm trying to start. Its kinds hard when your only staff are tortured souls of the dead, a three headed hell hound, and the guy who killed all those souls in the first place. Anyway, it's not that easy. Mariella knows the routine. She'd get suspicious," Lena shook her head.

"Well then come up with an excuse. Can't be that hard," Webby suggested, but Lena shot her a look.

"Right... this is Mariella we're talking about," Webby huffed and went back to thinking.

"I'm gonna be honest with you Lena, because you're a beautiful, strong, gothic musk ox, and tell you I honestly don't see any other options with dealing with Mariella. Eva doesn't leave the sacred grounds. Ever. Unless you somehow got her off the grounds and into the underworld without Mari noticing, I don't see this going anywhere. But i also don't see you giving it up that easily," Webby stated the facts. Lena pondered the information awhile before slowly nodding.

"You're right... I'll... I'll find a way to visit her again. And soon," Lena nodded.

"That's my sister," Webby beamed.

"Har har, you're a dork," Lena patted her head.

"Hey, I'm the god in charge here, not you," Webby poked fun at her.

"Yeah, yeah. And I'm sure its fun being queen of the skies and all, no need to rub it in," Lena joked.

"Oh and im sure being surrounded by dead people isn't cool at all," Webby rolled her eyes.

"It was your idea to pull straws is all im saying," Lena raised her hands in defense.

"Har har," the goddesses laughed for a bit before anyone said anything.

"Well... i guess it's a plan," Lena decided.

"It's a pretty solid plan if i must say so myself. It has my stamp of approval so it is therefore a good plan," Webby gave a thumbs up.

"You make it sound like it'll be easy," Lena took a long sip of the wine.

"Oh goodness no. Mariella is a beast to get past. But Eva's a sweetie. You'll make a cute couple once you get her," Webby grinned once more.

"Thanks Webster. Now if you don't mind I have paperwork and plans to get to," Lena saluted her sister as she opened the balcony doors, called for Athanasia, and rode off back into the underworld, feeling pretty optimistic for once in her life.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

#ducktales #my fics #webby vanderquack #lena despell #hades and Persephone au #my au #set up #webby is zeus btw #but not related to eva #so its not gross #im making edits as i go lol #to the main myth #its what im doing now #yayyyyy #xD

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artemisegeria · 4 years

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The Picture of the Mind Revives Again (3/?)

Title: The Picture of the Mind Revives Again (3/?)

Rating: T

Word count: 1319

Warnings: None

Summary: Sequel to “A Formula, A Phrase Remains.” Title is from “Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey” by William Wordsworth.

Vision has gone missing after Shuri, Bruce, and Helen revived him. Now they must tell Wanda what they did without her knowledge.

Chapter Summary: Vision explores more of the world and tries to get acclimated to the new time.

A/N: Wow, I can’t believe it’s been a little more than four months since I updated. Sorry. This one’s quite short, but I’ve been struggling with it since I posted the last chapter. We’re almost to 2020, and I’ve decided that my goal for the year is to just do things without agonizing over them so much. So hopefully the next chapter will be quicker. Enjoy!

Vision watched the sun rise over the Italian countryside. He had been traveling around Europe for several weeks. He had been to Germany, Belgium, Romania, the Czech Republic, Denmark, and others, spending no more than a day or two, and sometimes only a few hours, in each location. A deep sense of restlessness filled him. He wanted to travel everywhere, but something kept him tethered to areas where the environment was at least partially familiar. He still determinedly avoided any place that had a connection to Wanda or the Avengers, but he did go to places that reminded him of them.

Tuscany was one such place. He and Wanda had discussed traveling there, but they had not made it before everything was destroyed. It was one of the most beautiful places he had visited. The warm golden stucco of most of the buildings matched the golden atmosphere. The warmth of the sun baked into the cobblestones. He knew that Wanda would love it. Vision thought of sending her a message telling her about it, but the whole point of the exercise he had undertaken was to have some space. So he maintained his silence.

That did not stop him from following the Avengers’ movements, though. Although their quarterly meetings were never publicized, New Yorkers noticed the influx of various air and space craft into the New York skyline. Paparazzi descended on the mansion in more force than usual, hoping for a glimpse of one of the more exotic members of the team.

He could not resist a glimpse of Wanda online, out for lunch with some of the women Avengers. She looked relaxed and happy. He was relieved to see her appearing in such good spirits. Vision considered doing some research to ascertain whom her companions were, to take part in her life somehow, but he decided to wait on that as well.

Vision needed more time. The world was strange. He had always considered humanity somewhat odd, but the stresses of all the recent calamities only highlighted that. The fear pushed humans to extremes. Vision did not want to leave himself open to such traps. Staying away was best for now.

***

A few weeks later, Vision was traveling through a French village when he saw a church filled to overflowing with people dressed in black. He ducked into a side street to change his attire and stood at the back of the crowd. The mourners were listening to eulogies delivered tearfully by an older woman and a young man.

He learned that Gabriel, the man who was being memorialized, had died in a simple car accident. Much of the grief was due to the fact that, after everything the world had suffered, they were still subject to random tragedies. Vision listened attentively to the mourners and absorbed their grief. He could not change what had happened, but he could bear witness.

After the funeral service and burial concluded, there was an open-air meal in the village’s main square. Vision was about to walk away when Gabriel’s fiancé and chief eulogizer called him over. He thanked Vision for attending. Later in the evening when Vision was helping to clean up the area; Gabriel’s mother and fiancé insisted that he stay the night. Vision obliged. He was honored by the hospitality when he did not know these people at all.

***

Vision cast his line into the water and relaxed in his rented boat in the south of Italy. He was not having any luck with catching fish. For some hours, he simply sat, enjoying the sunshine. Eventually he was approached by another boat. The fisherman told him that the area he had picked was bad for fish. They invited him to follow them.

He found their company extremely pleasant. One of the men, an older gentleman who was as skilled an interrogator as Natasha, drew out Vision’s whole plan for the next months and invited him back to his home when he heard that Vision was traveling alone without any sort of schedule. He was reluctant to accept at first, but the man insisted.

One night turned into five turned into three weeks. The Bianchis owned a farm. It was harvest season, and they could use all the extra hands they could find. Vision assisted in reaping the family’s wheat crop and repairing some of their older equipment.

During that time Vision perfected his conversational Italian. One night one of the family’s teenage daughters caught him staring mournfully up at the moon. Mariella asked him what was wrong. He found himself pouring out his and Wanda’s entire story, with certain identifying details edited out. It felt as if a great burden were lifted from him when he had finished. Mariella herself had started crying at his tale. She confessed that she was in love with the son of a rival farmer. Their families had been in bitter competition for years, and she did not know what to do. Vision wished her well, urging her not to give up on her love.

The harvesting finally drew to a close. The Bianchis invited him to stay longer in thanks for all his help, but he was ready to travel beyond this village. He was gratified by the party all the Bianchis and their neighbors held before his departure. The youngest children taught him a traditional folk dance. They were the delighted when he spun them around in the air. The requests for encores did not stop until the adults declared bedtime to a chorus of mutinous grumbling.

He bade farewell to the family laden with the food they insisted on giving him for his journey. He gave a last comforting word to Mariella and a few more twirls to the younger children before finally departing with many promises of keeping in touch and returning if he were ever in the area again.

***

When Vision finally moved on, he decided to leave Europe and travel farther afield. He started off in Morocco. Walking through the golden streets, he enjoyed seeing children playing soccer. He absorbed the colorful bazaars overflowing with unfamiliar leather goods, rugs, and foods. Though many people spoke English, Vision was grateful for his language capabilities when he journeyed into the countryside.

When he settled into a hotel room for the first night, he took the opportunity to catch up on news he had missed during the busy weeks of the harvest. Despite the difficulties of adjusting to this new world, he was somewhat reassured to find that human nature remained unchanged. There were the same sorrows and joys, petty squabbles and soaring ambition, innocence and wrath. It was only a different year.

The next morning he kept a corner of his attention on the local emergency signal, as usual. It was just turning seven o’clock when significant chatter burst across his senses. Vision gathered that there had been a collapse at nearby quarry. He immediately phased through the wall and lifted into the air. The workers who had escaped were desperately trying to lift the fallen stone from their comrades. Vision stepped in, assuring them that all would be well and requesting that they let him work.

He was met with suspicious stares, but when they saw Vision begin to lift the massive rock face with ease, they backed away. As soon as he had lifted the rock enough, the other workers rushed in to pull out the injured. Emergency vehicles had not yet arrived, so Vision triaged the fallen. One of the men’s legs had been badly crushed. Vision did what he could to stem the bleeding. The others were more fortunate. They only had symptoms of concussion and mild shock.

Vision fled as soon as the man he was treating was stabilized. He did not wish to answer any questions or face any undue speculation. He allowed himself to fade away into his incorporeal form.

#fanfiction #vision #scarlet vision

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alexthegamingboy · 5 years

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Toonami Weekly Recap 2/16/2019

Sword Art Online: Alicization EP#02 - The Demon Tree: Kirito awakens back in Underworld, but he does not remember how he got there. He then meets Eugeo, but they have no memories of each other. After helping Eugeo with his daily task of cutting the Demon Tree, Kirito is taken to Eugeo's village, where he discovers that he can actually use his sword skills from back in SAO, and after getting shelter at the local church, he decides that he must learn more about his circumstances before looking for a way to return to the real world.

Megalo Box EP#08 - Deadline of the Dream: After Mikio wins by forfeit, the Shirato Group plans to officially name him as the last finalist in Megalonia. After realizing that Mikio still hasn't revealed Joe's secret to the public, Nanbu decides to beg Fujimaki for some info on Mikio to force him into a rematch with Joe. Fujimaki tells Nanbu that someone asked for info on Joe's fake ID, but never got the full story from him or his men, leading Nanbu to realize that Mikio bluffed him with half-truths. Needing to get leverage on Mikio, Nanbu interrogates a former Gear engineer, where he lets slip that Mikio led a team to create a Gear that could read the Gear of other fighters, trying to beat the team developing the integrated Gear that Yūri now wears on his arms. With this info, Nanbu realizes Joe might have a chance, and he tries every method he can to persuade Yukiko to call for a rematch. However, Yukiko is suspicious of Nanbu and locks him in a room. That night, as the ceremony is held to introduce the final four fighters for Megalonia, Joe crashes the scene on his bike and demands that Mikio fight him fairly. Yukiko decides to rip the fourth Megalonia ticket in half, giving one half each to Joe and Mikio, and declares whoever wins their rematch wins the final spot.

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable EP#23 - Sheer Heart Attack, Part 1: Advising Koichi against recklessly chasing after the culprit, Jotaro goes up against Sheer Heart Attack, which proves to be resilient to Star Platinum's attacks. Ignoring Jotaro's warning, Koichi sends Echoes to search for the jacket's owner, only to find he can control Sheer Heart Attack from outside of Echoes' range, leaving him open to an attack from Sheer Heart Attack. Deducing that Sheer Heart Attack uses body temperature to determine its primary target, Jotaro uses a fire to lure it away from Koichi, but gets critically injured by its amplified explosion. Thinking things carefully, Koichi manages to use Echoes' ability to distract Sheer Heart Attack while he contacts Josuke. As Koichi is once again pursued, Echoes evolves into its third form, Echoes Act 3, using its new ability, to increase Sheer Heart Attack's weight and stop its movements. Feeling the weight of the attack on his left hand, Kira is forced to go off to retrieve his bomb.

My Hero Academia: Final Exams Arc EP#37 - Katsuki Bakugo: Origin: The final match of the final exams pits Izuku and Katsuki against All Might. Izuku struggles to convince Katsuki to work with him, especially since Izuku believes they have no choice but to escape and Katsuki seems determined to fight All Might head-on. Even with All Might's diminishing strength and weights, both students face serious injuries as they put everything they have into the fight.

Black Clover: Witches’ Forest Arc EP#57 - Infiltration: Dominante explains the Forest of Witches is a country whose inhabitants are all women possessing powerful magic. Any woman who leave the forest like herself and Vanessa are considered criminals, meaning Vanessa is in danger, especially as Vanessa was very valuable to the Witch Queen. Noelle insists on going to the forest. Dominante, Fanzell and Mariella decide to go too. They retrieve Asta and head to the forest. Meanwhile, the Witch Queen is disappointed that Vanessa failed to control destiny through her thread magic. Vanessa offers to return to the Forest in return for the spell to heal Asta. Dominante explains the Witch Queen can sense anyone entering the forest, so she gives everybody invisibility cloaks to prevent the Queen sensing them. Meanwhile, Fana the Hatred plans to kill the Bulls for injuring Licht and killing Vetto. Fanzell loses his cloak, inadvertently causing the mages to be discovered, so they escape to the Queen's manor where they find Vanessa seriously injured. Asta tries to save Vanessa but the Queen intervenes and tells them that the Witches are her daughters, including Vanessa who offered to become her slave in exchange for Asta’s arms. She shows them a magic crystal through which she has seen the future where she defeats them, but then realizes that the Eye of the Midnight Sun has already invaded the forest.

Hunter x Hunter: The Chimera Ant Arc EP#130 - Magic × And × Despair: As Meruem returns to the palace, the remaining hunters conceal their presence while Gon and Pitou come across Kite. In the occasion, Pouf contacts Pitou and lies to them that Komugi is safe so Gon no longer has leverage. Gon asks Pitou to heal Kite, only to be devastated when the Chimera Ant explains the Kite died the night they fought and used their nen to reanimate him.

#Toonami #Toonami Weekly Recap #Recap #Spoilers #Sword Art Online #Sword Art Online: Alicization #Megalo Box #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable #My Hero Academia #Final Exams #Black Clover #Witches' Forest #Hunter x Hunter #The Chimera Ant Arc #Anime

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slothgiirl · 6 years

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blinding part 5 (a theo raeken story)

mariella gallagher, lydia’s younger cousin, has always had a soft spot for theo raeken, and now that they’ve brought him back to help, she can’t seem to help herself when it comes to him. it also doesn’t help that she’s slowly losing her grip on whatever powers she has as an empath.

ao3 // part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4

“We’re letting Theo out,” Liam said, with a meaningful look towards Sheriff Stilinski who was starring Theo down through the bars of the cell, “Same plans as last time. Buy Scott and the girls more time to open the rift.”

“Please, please tell me that you brought the key card,” Theo said, eyes trained on the Sheriff. His voice held steady even as you could taste the desperation in the air, not all of it Theo’s.

“I also brought my gun,” the Sheriff responded incredibly stoically for a man who had just learned he had a son not to long ago.

“And your sense of humor. That is great. But if we’re the only ones left in Beacon Hills, then we need each other.” This boy, ever ready to talk his way out every situation. “Which means you need me out of this cell.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, pushing back the thought of Theo kissing me when all he really wanted was a way out and I’d played right into it like a fool. He had nothing to offer but sweet lies.

“We need to trust you,” Liam added.

“Does trust really matter right now,” I countered, looking over at Liam, “I mean he’ll either help us or he won’t what we need is more bodies between us and Scott because every second we but is a second that they could need to save Stiles, to save everyone.”

“He could also stab us all in the back all over again Mari,” Liam said right back, eyes still kind of empty after seeing Hayden get taken and letting it happen, “We have enough problems right now without adding Theo.”

But the Sheriff has the key, I think to myself. Liam isn’t the person I need to convince.

“Get realistic,” Theo spits out, “It is us against them. I’m on your side here and you want a lot more of us considering how many of them there are.”

I walk over to the Sheriff who’s gazing right into the cell so intently focused on something beyond reality, the profound loss pouring out of him, drowning him. Heavy and hurt and so very very lost. My ungloved hand goes to his arm in a gesture of comfort, giving me only a second to steel myself as I feel the hurt cut through me like shards of glass.

Focus. I need to make him more agreeable.

I need him to let Theo out.

“They’re right,” Liam says looking over to the Sheriff, surprise etched on his face as he watches the Sheriff look down at me.

“Mariella?”

I ignore them all, focusing on the pain and loss and shaping it into hope, the hope that he’ll see Stiles again, the hope that Scott will save the day and he’ll have his son back, the hope that he’ll hold the son he loves in his arms, breaking the sorrow that threatens to pull him under with hope. Hope and desperation.

The ghost riders. There’s too many.

There’s only hope if we buy Scott more time.

And for that we need Theo.

The Sheriff tries to pull away but my hand refuses to budge.

“We need Theo,” I say, hoping this worked when my grasp on whatever powers I had felt so tenuous, the push weak compared to the other times I had accidentally influenced others.

There’s a flicker in his eyes and that’s all I need to wedge the desperation and corrupted hope into the man, feeling guilty as I twist the love and loss he feels for Stiles to suit my purposes.

Stiles is never going to forgive me when he finds out what I did to his dad and for who I did it for.

The man sighs, resigned, “I’ll let you out, but if I see any behavior that I fine remotely suspicious, I’ll put so many bullets in your head god won’t even recognize you.”

“Mari,” Liam whispers as he pulls me away from the man, “what have you done?” Fear tinges his words. Fear of me.

It’s a ridiculous thought as I think of Liam’s first full moons or the way Kira had made all the electricity shorten out in order to break into Eichen house to save my cousin.

“I’m an atheist. Fire at will.”

And just like that, Sheriff Stilinski slides his key card through the reader and Theo’s a free man once more, stopping only to pick up my glove still laying on the floor and tossing it over to me, “now if only you did that to the ghost riders,” he tells me conspiratorially, Liam growling at my side.

The station is deserted as thunder crackles outside.

They’re coming.

A dark cloud on the horizon.

The warm leather covering your fingers feels comforting now, still feeling shaken from the Sheriff. It wasn’t my pain, but all pain feels just as raw and cutting no matter who’s it was. It was easy to forget that it wasn’t mine.

I follow behind Liam and the Sheriff, Theo bringing up the rear, all ready to face the ghost riders. As ready as we’ll ever be.

“They’re here,” Liam states, hearing something outside mere human senses could never pick up.

“How close,” I ask, voice cracking as I do, not wanting to feel that cold empty void all over again.

“Too close.”

“How many,” Stilinski asks.

“I heard a couple horses. Maybe more.”

“Five,” Theo says wavering, “I, I think five at most.” It wasn’t comforting to know how unconfident Theo was, Theo who was always being smug as shit even when his plans had gone to hell.

“Four of us. Five of them,” the sheriff notes, “I like those odds.”

“Yeah,” I awkwardly add, “I’m not really much help in a fight.”

“You better get ready,” the sheriff said, cocking his gun as he opened the door to an army of ghost hunters and gets ghosted.

I don’t waste a moment, scrambling to the side, and hiding with Liam as gunshots echo through the station. The ghost riders clearly don’t care about ammunition, firing shot after shot.

Liam pulls Theo along with us as I run for the back door.

“So much for putting up a fight,” I mutter under my breath, not caring if either boy could hear me or not.

We all burst through the doors and head for the first car we see, pilling into the seats, Liam and I sharing the passenger seat half sitting on each other.

“Keys! Keys,” Theo snaps as Liam fumbles through the box of keys he’d acquired god knows when.

Liam looks over dumbly at Theo.

“Are you serious!”

“Here!”

When it doesn’t fit, Theo yells, “give me another!”

“Well which one!”

“Any of them! Come on!”

Liam fumbles for a key.

“Nope.”

“There’s a lot of keys,” Liam says, red coloring his cheekbones as his eyes narrow. All the tell tale signs of an oncoming fit.

I shove him over to try and get more comfortable but he just nudges my onto his lap. It could be worse, I think, rifling through the keys along with him, passing keys to Theo.

“Nope! I really feel like you’re not even trying right now Liam!”

“Try this one,” I say passing Theo another one, watching as the ghost riders surround the car and trying not to panic. Some time buying team we are.

If it didn’t work we’d get taken too.

The last line of defense between Lydia and the ghost riders.

The engine roars to life and Liam yells, “Whoa! Yes! Go! Go! Go,” jostling me on his lap as I laugh, lightheaded with relief as Theo slams his foot on the gas. Car backing onto a ghost rider as we go.

“Oh thank god,” I utter, carefully balancing on the edge of the seat, Liam awkwardly trying to find somewhere to place his arms.

“Did you doubt me El,” Theo says with a grin, taking his eyes off the road as he looks over at me.

I look away, still feeling rejected and hurt, ignoring the flutter my heart does when he calls me El. No one else calls me that.

“Turn onto this road,” Liam orders Theo.

“Where does this take us,” Theo asks, finally taking his heavy gaze off me and looking back at the road.

“The hospital,” both Liam and I answer, being very well acquainted with Beacon Hills and all its side roads by now.

“The hospital? Why the-what the hell are we supposed to do at the hospital?”

“Hide,” I say grimly, catching onto Liam’s train of thought. It was a big place and we’ve both been there countless times. It would provide lots of places to run and hide from the ghost riders.

Hopefully it would be enough.

“We can’t outrun them,” Liam explains,” Right? I know every inch of that building. Every room, every corner.”

“Your stepdad,” I say, voice breaking. Oh god. We’re we really all that’s left? Everyone else gone. My aunt -

Liam tenses behind me.

“You can’t think like that right now El,” Theo says carefully, hand outstretched towards me, before he places his hand down by his knee instead. “Hide? that’s the best we’ve got,” he says exasperated at us.

“We just need to keep them away from Scott for as long as possible,” Liam bites out from between his teeth.

“Why? What’s he going to do?”

“He’s gonna remember.”

“Remember what?”

“Stiles. He has to remember Stiles.”

“What if he can’t?”

“He will,” I tell them both, recalling the bond they shared, the ghost of the warmth I always got off Scott but couldn’t explain, the last traces of perfume on a love letter, reassurance and love and the way my dad and aunt could have a whole conversation with just a glance, “it’s Scott and Stiles.”

“He better,” Theo utters flatly.

The hospital, like the rest of the town, is deserted.

I don’t waste time getting out of the car, relieved to finally be able to stretch my legs and not be sitting on Liam. We’ve never been incredibly close, and I hate remembering the way Hayden had gone all over again, Liam’s feelings bleeding into mine until I felt them like they were my own.

I wish I’d never come to Beacon Hills and heard of werewolves.

I wish I wasn’t such a mess.

Theo pulls me forward, his hand in mine as he pulls me into the hospital with him. “Liam, come on. We don’t have much of a lead on them.” I bump into him as he turns to look at Liam, who runs over to an ambulance.

Clever.

Anything to buy time, I think as Liam turns the siren on, sound so loud in the empty silence of the night, including drawing all the ghost riders here in what must be certain death for all of us if they fail.

“What the hell are you doing,” Theo shouts, immediately going to try to and turn of the siren, far more concerned with his own self preservation then with following the plan. They were our pack, not his.

“Theo don’t,” I tell him, trying to pull him away from the car.

“Don’t! Don’t turn it off.”

“You want to bring them all here? Every single one of them,” he states, agitated as he tries going trough Liam to get to the ambulance.

“That’s exactly what we want,” I note, eerily calm for once, as Liam pushes Theo back.

“Cause if the ghost riders are here, that means they’re not trying to get to Scott.”

I roll my eyes, trying to calm both boys as they waste time arguing, swallowing the lump in my throat as I do. “We don’t have time for this,” I tell them, feeling Liam wilt, the anger in his throat easing up.

“So you don’t care if they get to you?”

“They’re going to get to all of us eventually.”

“You! You’re going first. That’s the only reason I’m with you,” Theo spits out, “because while they’re busy wrapping a whip around your neck, or shooting a hole in your head, I’ll be running the other direction. I’m on your side as long as it helps me.”

“Trust me, we know,” I snap, my hand wrapping around Theo’s arm and pulling him inside behind me, trusting that Liam will follow. We don’t have time for this. We don’t have time at all.

And Lydia, I think, horror gnawing at me, the terror that threatens to paralyze me everytime I think about what will happen if we fail. If Scott can’t save the day this time.

Peter’s probably sipping a pina colada in Miami by now.

Theo comes to a sudden halt in front of me, having brushed past me as we walked in, pulling away from me. His shoulders tense as he stares into the hallway at things only he can see.

“It isn’t real,” I whisper, knowing he can hear me clear as day, “you aren’t there anymore Theo.”

“Great,” Liam mutters besides me, “now what.”

“Theo?” I repeat, tentatively placing my hand on his shoulder, getting his attention this time.

“I’m fine,” he says, looking down at me and aggressively ignoring Liam’s questioning glances. “Just thought I was somewhere else for a second.”

“You’re not there anymore,” I utter softly, “and you never will be again.”

“Is that a promise El,” Theo says as he studies my face for a second, looking for something, a soft open look to his face I'd never seen before.

“Only if you want it to be,” I respond carefully, realizing how true my words are. I wouldn’t let them do something like that again. And if it came down to it, I don’t think Scott bare it either.

The doors shake as thunder booms, sounding the arrival of the ghost riders. Liam’s siren trick worked.

“You said you knew where to hide,” Theo says, glancing at Liam.

“Follow me,” Liam says, with a questioning glance at me, which I ignore. I barely know what I’m doing. I know it’s stupid and foolish to care about Theo when I don’t even know if he can care about someone else, but I can’t help it.

We run after Liam as he runs to wherever his idea is.

Liam barricades the morgue door as I try not to touch anything, scared of what I’ll sense in here of all places. I hate hospitals. I hate how depressing they are. But most of all, I hate the cold spots where some had recently died.

It was awful and no one had ever taken my fear seriously, thinking I was just a child, scared for no reason, never taken seriously, there was nothing more awful in the world then sensing people resigned to die.

Noting my discomfort, Theo turns to yell at Liam some more, his finger tracing circles into the smooth leather covering the back of my hand. “This is your brilliant idea! To barricade ourselves in the morgue!”

“The ghost riders go after the living. So we hide with the dead.”

“Yeah no,” I tell Liam, “I’m pretty sure they know the difference between us and dead people. They’re not stupid Liam.”

“It’s worth a shot.”

“I’m not getting in one of those.”

“Me neither.”

“So we just wait here like sitting ducks then,” I say arching a brow at Liam.

Theo sighs, peering out the door, “you should’ve left me in the holding cell.”

“I should’ve left you in the ground,” Liam spites out, staring Theo down.

How was I stuck with these two idiots out of all the pack? They’d rather argue then do anything.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah,” Liam says nodding, “Really.”

“What do you think I was doing down there?”

“Theo,” I start, “Scott would’ve never left you down there if he’d known-if we’d known what the skin walkers would do.” It’s a poor excuse, cold comfort because we had left him to rot in the ground and no one had protested because he’d been the villain and deserved it. That’s how it was supposed to go anyway.

But no one deserves to be tortured in their own personal hell forever.

Especially Theo who’d spent god only knows how long being manipulated and raised by the dread doctors.

He smiles bitterly, “I doubt any of you lost much sleep over it.” Which wasn’t wrong. I hadn’t done anything about it even if I had felt bad about it. And neither had Scott, who'd only felt relieved at not having to make another difficult decision, and who could blame him, shoulders heavy with the weight of his pack and everyone in Beacon Hills.

The rest of the pack had just been grateful that Kira had gotten rid of him, not caring what happened to him after.

“Nothing you didn’t deserve,” Liam says coldly, having bared the blunt of Theo’s plans, “rotting down there.”

“Liam finally gets one thing right.”

“You deserved it,” Liam repeats, “after everything you did.”

“Is that right,” Theo mutters, looking away from Liam, gaze heavy and hollow. It was awful, what he’d been through. All of it since Tara died and he might have done awful things but at what point did he stop being the victim of circumstances and become a monster. Was there any difference or did it all seem the same to him?

We were supposed to be the heroes, didn’t that mean doing the right thing no matter what, no matter how much we wanted vengeance and blood for all our pain and suffering?

God, this was so messed up.

“When the ghost riders find us, I’m not going to do anything for you. I’m not going to help you. I’m not going to save you. I’m going to do exactly what you would do to me. I’m going to use you as bait.”

“Don’t say that,” I say breathlessly to Liam, “you don’t mean that. Saving the day, protecting beacon hills, none of it means anything if we don’t do things the right way, if we’re not better than our enemies.”

Liam chuckles bitterly, “Do you really believe the best of everyone or is it just because it’s Theo?”

I swallow hard, Liam’s words stinging my pride more than I thought they could. It’s all the thoughts I’ve been thinking. Even after everything, I still want. . .I still want to believe there’s something salvageable in Theo.

Because I care.

“You still hear the ambulance,” Theo says before I can recover and respond to Liam. “The siren, can you still hear it?” His voice loud in contrast with the rest of the building.

All the usual buzz and movement inherent to a hospital gone.

“They’re here,” Theo says, once it’s obvious that the ambulance has been silenced.

I swallow, ready to face the ghost riders once more for better or worse. I think of Lydia waking up from dreams she cant recall, slipping through her fingers like smoke, all about a boy she doesn't remember.

Of the faltering step as Scott turned to someone that never existed.

The feeling of something missing, at the tip of all of our tongues.

I can do this for everyone they’ve taken, but most of all, I can do this for Lydia who’s always scared people quiet when they’d whisper about me, her crazy cousin who knew things she had no way of knowing.

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The father of a teenager struggles to keep things civil with her just as he used to with her mother. Mariella Frostrup says the couples emotional hangover is hurting everyone

The dilemma I dont know what to do with my teenage daughter (shes turning 18 this month). I left her mum five years ago, and moved into a flat close by. Since then she has not sent me a text or a card or anything on my birthday or at Christmas, never invited me to a birthday party or thanked me for gifts and money. Looking back through all the messages she has sent me, every single one has been either an angry tirade or a request for a lift. If I do everything she wants and give her a lift every time she wants it, she is at least indifferent, if not, she gets really angry. She has an older brother and it was difficult with him for a few years too, but weve been getting on better recently, and weve even gone to the pub a couple of times (at his suggestion). But I have seen zero progress with my daughter. She uses the same phrases as her mother when pointing out all my character flaws and I cant help feeling that as she gets older, she is becoming more and more like her mother, which is bad news for our future relationship. I feel that I can do the right things every time and when I trip up once I undo all the good things immediately.

Mariella replies Damned if you do, damned if you dont! The clearest thing I can glean from your letter is that there are high levels of anger bubbling just beneath the surface. Despite the passage of years, it certainly doesnt sound like yours is a break-up thats been resolved but rather an event that continues to reverberate. The words we choose to use are always telling. As you describe it you left her mother, your daughter is becoming more and more like her mother and thats bad news for your relationship. With so little love lost between you and your ex-wife, its small wonder your daughter remains so conflicted in her feelings toward you.

Teenagers are big on self-interest and part of the adolescent learning curve is to work out how to get people to do your bidding. Dont misinterpret demands for lifts or gifts as signs of reconciliation theyre simply survival tactics. Your daughter may display admirably clear focus when it comes to getting guilty Dad to do her bidding, but that doesnt mean shes put the past behind her or reached a healthy understanding of what happened between her parents.

Your observation about her morphing into her mother sounds suspiciously like a barely disguised threat. If she doesnt pull her socks up and start to see your virtues, are you going to leave her, too? I may be oversimplifying the situation, but to an impressionable, vulnerable teenager thats how such language might be read. If it sounds like an ultimatum, you have to expect an equally defensive response. I can see that it might be difficult for you to have a sensible conversation with your children about your decision to end the relationship with their mother and especially so if youre still nursing whatever grievances drove you out the door in the first place.

Any feelings you still harbour towards their mother will be all too visible to your kids. Children dont want to have to make a choice between their parents, or maintain a feud on behalf of either one, but if youre unable to find positive things to say about each other youre forcing them into a confrontational position. No wonder your relationship with your offspring has been tricky when youve clearly not found any peace or resolution to the sentiments that drove you apart. With everyones emotional wounds still so fresh after five long years, no wonder your daughters relationship with you remains volatile. May I suggest you look to yourself before you start trying to unravel your girls behaviour?

Kids learn at the feet of the adults in their lives and while she will have been heavily influenced by her mother, that doesnt mean there arent parts of you in the mix, too. I hope you can take a more mature position, stop comparing and criticising your daughter and her mother and accept that your ongoing emotional hangover is hurting you and those around you. I have no idea what your ex has done to inspire such friction, but I do know that forgiveness, no matter what the cost, is the only way to move forward with all your lives. Kids should not be forced into choosing between their parents or counselling them. What they need is to see adults behaving in functional ways towards each other, despite the ups and downs of their romantic lives.

Im surprised, with so much resentment simmering away, that you even entertain hope for a solid, tranquil and healthy relationship with your daughter. You certainly cant buy her off in the long-term and by continuing to offer your services without expectation of a basic level of civility, youre committing a classic mistake, by trying to insinuate yourself into her affections. Its a typical symptom of the way in which separation and divorce affects children and an example of the insidious legacy of family discord.

Leaping to do your daughters bidding without even a veneer of civility is doing neither of you any good. The chauffeuring will end soon anyway, so dispense with that distraction and step up to the more difficult demands of parenthood and adulthood. Leave her mother out of the equation, whether by alluding to similarities or fuming over past or current slights. Instead, try to develop better avenues of communication. That cant happen until you confront and resolve the events in the past that are still sowing seeds of discord today.

If you have a dilemma, send a brief email to [email protected]. Follow her on Twitter @mariellaf1

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My relationship with my daughter is now as bad as with my ex | Dear Mariella

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My relationship with my daughter is now as bad as with my ex | Dear Mariella

The father of a teenager struggles to keep things civil with her just as he used to with her mother. Mariella Frostrup says the couples emotional hangover is hurting everyone

If you have a dilemma, send a brief email to [email protected]. Follow her on Twitter @mariellaf1

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