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seven-oomen · 4 years

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Okay, so first off, Happy Birthday to your cat! I hope he got lots of his favorite treats. Glad to hear that today went as well as can be hoped for you. And overall today wasn’t too bad here. We got several big truck deliveries, but when I deal with those I tend to deal less with customers, so it sort of balances itself out. We’ve been told that we’ll be closing early all week because of the protests, so that’s been ramping the anxiety, but the internet has provided a number of pleasant distractions on my breaks.

Secondly, I would pick Noah for the one that has the second set of twins, for mainly two random reasons; 1) because last time it went Chris, then Noah, so it feels like it should do the same this time, and Chris already had Ben, 2) because it keeps the number of kids per family more balanced- 4 & 3 rather than 2 & 5. Idk, my brain just gets weird about symmetry and balance in things and I’ve never figured out if it’s an ADD related thing or just a me thing. Also, the idea of him trying to do his job while pregnant, with Chris and ESPECIALLY Peter trying to be super protective at the same time is just amusing to me.

And actually, thinking about that and the preview for the next chapter made me think of a couple things that didn’t make it into my reviews. When/how/from whom did Chris learn about the fire? Did Gerard or Kate tell him in a gloating sort of way and kind of tip him off that something was hinky about it, or was it through other hunter contacts, so the thought of outside involvement came later?

Was he still pregnant with Ben, or was it later on? Did he contact anyone in Beacon Hills about it for further info at any point before he showed back up in town? Because I was trying to think about some of the things that could turn up later for angst (why I was doing that to myself is anyone’s guess, but here we are…) and it occurred to me that if Noah was going to have any lingering upset over Chris leaving it would most likely (to me) be from the time right after the fire.

He’s just lost Claudia, and went off the rails from it, but at least he had Peter, and Laura, and the other Hales. Now Peter is in a coma, Laura’s left town, and the rest of his adopted/found family is dead. He has no idea where Chris is, or if he’s safe from whoever did this (does he know about what happened between Chris and Peter before Chris left again?, and he’s dealing a set of even more heavily traumatized twins right now. I feel like even the most understanding person is gonna have some stuff to work through there. (Also, Jesus, poor Melissa [possibly for multiple reasons])

Uhhh…sorry to send things into a drama tailspin there for a moment. Allow me to try and brighten things back up with the original impetus for me to make this a submission and not an ask; because you mentioned X-Men Halloween costumes and I have Thoughts. *takes super deep breath* Because omg, yes, so very many options.

Side note - I would be so happy if someone dressed as Nightcrawler. He is my precious fuzzy elfin bb, and I love him to bits and get so tired of him getting left out of things (looking at you Funko.) I feel like Stiles or Peter have the best attitude match (maybe, MAYBE Jackson), but don’t know if anyone would want to deal with the amount of makeup involved. But, anyway, just, the possibilities.

Stiles telling Malia she can’t just take the easy way out by going as Wolfsbane, so she takes one of her old white A New Hope Leia dresses and cuts it down into an old school Mystique costume.

Peter pulling rank and telling Derek he’s the Alpha so he gets to be Wolverine (this even works better height-wise [I didn’t realize you didn’t know their approximate heights. I’d looked them up before for…reasons. Having seen them standing next to each other repeatedly, I’m pretty sure any actual height advantage Ian has comes strictly from his hair], although when Stiles points this out he earns himself a hell of a glare.)

Naturally that means Chris has to be Cyclops, because, well, calm and serious. Noah realizes this means they expect him to be Jean Grey. (N: “Why can’t I ever be a character that wears normal pants?!” C: “Well I have to be the boring one all the time” P: “I mean, you are the closest to a telepath of the three of us. Don’t you want us mock fighting over you?” N: “…if we do this I get my pick of the Phoenix costumes.”)

Stiles and Noah trying to fight over getting to be Gambit so they can do exploding playing cards, but getting told they can’t be Gambit unless they can do the accent correctly (Gambit isn’t Gambit if he’s not Cajun, that’s just how it is, I don’t make the rules.) While part of me thinks it’d be funny to see Jackson as Nightcrawler because of the tail thing, I think Stiles would be more entertaining.

He’d make little smoke bomb things to fake the sulfur and brimstone effect of his teleporting. All the family members with enhanced senses would HATE him because they STANK something fierce, and it LINGERED. But anytime one of them tried to tackle him to get them away, he’d yell “BAMF!” throw on to the floor and run like hell.

Jackson would be Iceman so he could make it a crossover costume with the character from Top Gun so he could wear aviators and a leather bomber with his outfit. Allison could dress like Shadowcat from the early Excalibur run, and she could see if Ben would dress up as Lockheed with her (because that would be adorable).

Derek would decide that if he can’t be Wolverine and glare angrily at people the whole time, he’ll be Colossus so he can just stare with silent disappointment the whole time. Scott would decide he wants to be Cable (because “…he just looks so cool…”), so Melissa and Chris would dig through their old hunter gear to help him make his costume.

Melissa could be Jubilee, and rig up little flash bangs to fake the plasma bursts (unlike Noah she has absolutely no qualms about proving that she can still rock a pair of short shorts.) Lydia would either be Rogue to show off that SHE at least can manage a believable accent, or Emma Frost for the looks that costume would gain her from Allison.

Alternatively; both sets of twins argue over who gets to be Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver, so they decide that one pair will do the classic comic version, and one will do either the Evolution cartoon version or the MCU version (though they are allowed to switch out the Quicksilver for the other film version if they choose).

Lydia claims Mystique instead (it’s tempting to make her Banshee, but that seems a bit TOO on the nose), or maybe one of the other Phoenix looks (when I say Phoenix looks I mean Jean’s Phoenix or Dark Phoenix suit from the comics, because I LOVE that outfit), and Ben dresses as Beast (because that would also be adorable). *finally stops to take another breath* …umm…so anyway, yeah, as a perennial X-men fan I think it’s safe to say I love this idea, and am so grateful for you putting it in my head… …sorry about the wall of text, I may have got a little carried away… …again…

I loved every single sentence of this wall of text, so never apologize. (Although I did break it up a little before posting because that makes it easier to read for other people.

I think all of my ideas for the middle of this fic where either based on questions you, or @artemisa97 asked me in reviews. So honestly, keep them coming if you want to ask them. They help me determine where the problem areas are, what kind of kinks I need to work out, so honestly, even the sad ones are a great help.

And yeah, I hadn’t looked up their heights yet, I just assumed Peter and Chris were a bit bigger than Noah, but I was delightfully wrong!

I do have one more gem to share, a height comparison of some of the boys and to show you just how tiny Ben is compared to the others.

Blue - Noah (182 cm / 6 ft)

Purple - Chris (177 cm / 5′10)

Red - Peter (178 cm / 5′10)

Yellow - Derek (183 cm / 6 ft)

Green - Ben (111 cm / 3′8)

Turquoise - Jackson (170 cm / 5′7)

Ben’s height is about average for someone between the age of 5 & 6, Jackson’s height is a little on the short side, but I’d imagine that he’d still grow a little until he’s like 20 and end up being around 175/176 cm.

I’d imagine Stiles to be a little taller around 172 cm, Allison is a little shorter at 165 cm and Malia is around 168 cm. (They will all still grow a bit, averaging between 173 (Allison) and 178 (Stiles) )

And the one thing I will say about whether or not Noah gets the twins, without getting too spoilery, or maybe it is, I’m sorry if it is but I can’t help not share.

Is that eventually both Noah and Chris have the same amount of kids from Peter. And one of them has twins. I’m still debating on names, in the deleted scene I named them Mikhail and Adeline, I currently have different names picked out.

And I think the balance thing is ADD related, because I had the same issue with planning the story XD. So yeah, Peter gets to have a lot of kids, and adopt a lot more into the pack, because Season 2 is kinda canon in this universe, in the sense that Isaac, Erica, and Boyd are still turned. Kira comes along, and of course Lydia. Considering what I have planned for Danny and Mack, I might add them to the pack as well.

And omg I LIVE for those X-men costume ideas <3 Omg. I love it. Considering Stiles’ abilities he would definitely be Nightcrawler and would probably use a quick spell or two to get the makeup in place. (A druid invented this fantastic spell to always get eyeliner on fucking point and shared it in their spellbook. Spoiler alert; said druid was Noah in his teenage punk years. Turns out, it works for other makeup too.)

And I’m in fucking love with all of these ideas actually, I can’t really say which I like more.

#once upon a time comments #ben says stuff #submission #once upon a time spoilers #kinda?

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glazkov-smile · 5 years

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i was tagged by the eponymous @kiruuuuu and i love to talk about myself so thank u for that

Author Name: variations of brood-mother, usually shortened to broody or mum (but my ao3 is sawbones)

Fandoms You Write For: r6s, mass effect, dragon age, metal gear, star wars, overwatch, etc...i’m a multi-fandom slut and you can’t stop me, but i’ll keep my answers r6 related

Where You Post: i have different side-blogs on tumblr for different fandoms, but most of it ends up on my ao3 anyway

Most Popular One-Shot: Prognosis, which is kinda funny to me because it’s neither a fic nor a pairing i particularly dig myself

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: my Red Room series, by far (it’s not technically multichapter since i dont tend to use chapters but it’s in two parts so it counts, ok)

Favorite Story You Wrote: the original Red Room. it was so much fun to write and i even like to re-read it from time to time.

Story You Were Nervous To Post: none! if it’s a fic for me, i have no qualms slinging it up. i only get nervous with commissions (and i haven’t finished those yet!)

How Do You Choose Your Titles: i like to keep it short, tight, and somewhat evocative. it has to be relevant and easy to remember.

How many stories are complete: for r6s? about 10 on ao3, and maybe the same again of shorter fics on tumblr. i’m not a prolific writer, i find it really hard to write and it takes me 5ever.

How many stories are in progress: 3 commissions, and one sort of mini-anothology that could count as one or eight fics, depending.

Coming Soon: doclion commission, cavieraclash commission, montybandit commission, and something pride themed

Do You Accept Prompts: not officially

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited To Write: i’m Always a slut for morally questionable doclion

idk who has/hasn’t done this yet but if you want to do it, say i tagged you and @ me in it!!!!!

#my fic

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the-good-noodle-kf · 5 years

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(Here’s a fic that I started months ago but have procrastinated on like I do with everything) It is post-game, multichaptered, and this is the first chapter.

It's weird waking up and remembering things that aren't real...

He wakes up to light, which is odd because he doesn't remember falling asleep. He remembers walking hand in hand with Maki and Himiko towards the future, leaving their nightmare behind.

He's not even outside anymore. Shuichi looks around to realize the light is artificial, beating down on him like a seed in a small pot that needs to be started inside, for it to survive outside. The artificial light is so bright and close; it's as if it's trying to emulate the sunlight it would never be. He glances around the room to see that the walls are also white, and so is the window. The atmosphere behind the panes houses a blue sky, completely unlike the reddened sky of the post-apocalyptic world they all saw and remembered.

He can't see the floor, but he can see himself. He's covered to the waist in a papery white sheet, and above that, he's in a hospital gown. Attached to his arms are multiple wires, and he can see some (separate) wires leading towards his head. They trail under the helmet; he feels the further dips they make in his skin compared to the fit of the headgear.

(Huh...)

There's a small, wall TV in the far left corner of the room, and beside that is a door. More artificial white light’s coming from the window of the door, and judging by the style of the room and his attire, he's most likely in a hospital -- or a mental facility (Less likely, as many of them don't use hospital gowns). Disengaging himself from the wires and the other things that keep him where he is is the next thing he does.

He stands to find that his legs are really shaky, much more than they ever have been. It's like they won't respond properly, even though he can still stumble along in a fashion that resembles walking. Putting his hand on the chilled metal of the doorknob, it takes an astounding amount of effort to just push down the handle and open the door; it feels like it's made of solid brick, not some plastic-encased wood.

He's already out of breath by the time he falls to the tile floor. The door shuts behind him. It's loud compared to the near lack of noise in the bright, empty, hallway.

The automatic locking of the door he just passed through startles him. Shuichi's pulse quickens in panic of the unknown. He's deduced that he doesn't know his current location or the reason why he's there (he could guess, but that would make things much worse).

A male voice resonates through the empty hallways, a prerecorded message through the wall speakers. "Congratulations! You've won! Please exit through the left hallway. Follow the green arrows to the main room to receive further instruction."

Shuichi remains leaning against the door he exited from. He can't bring himself to listen, too focused on the loudest question in his mind, other ones following.

'It's not over yet, is it?'

'Where am I?'

'What do they/it mean, I've won?'

Followed by a less persistent, resigned thought

'I'll have to do what they want sooner rather than later.'

Defeated, the detective stumbles along the hallway to the left, following the green arrows as directed. The voice continues as he walks, "due to the safety concerns of the team members, you will not meet or contact any faculty at this time."

So the 'they/it' debate settles on a 'they' . Multiple people are the cause of Shuichi's current situation, he supposes.

The green arrows lead to a door. It automatically opens when he walks in the vicinity, revealing Maki inside.

Her head lifts from its deep-in-thought glower to meet Shuichi's. "Shuichi," she acknowledges.

"Maki." His shock is apparent and his gaze pans around the rest of the room- a seating area, empty, save for Maki and himself. That means, "...where- where's Himiko?" He asks her.

"I don't know." She looks away, withdrawn. It's not out of the ordinary. Maki's been withdrawn a lot lately, at least, during the killing game. It makes Shuichi wonder whether she was like that before, too. It's gotten noticeably more apparent ever since-

Another automatic door opens, revealing Himiko. Her eyes are red and her cheeks look wet. She seems even more surprised to see them. "Nyeh... You're here. I was worried I wouldn't have enough MP to find you guys."

So she was afraid she'd end up alone. "I'm glad you two are alright," Shuichi tells them, and he is.

"Shuichi," Maki regains his attention, "how did we get here?"

"I... don't know. The last thing I remember is escaping the school."

"It's the same for me." Maki pauses, her face hardening. "I would know if I went unconscious."

"Hmm..." Himiko hums in thought.

"I can't say for certain, but something tells me it's not over. If it was... we'd be outside. The sky is different as well."

"The sky?" Maki questions.

"Yeah. When we escaped, the sky was red because of the meteors and destruction, but there was a window in the room I woke up in, and the sky appeared blue."

Maki expression turns to one of pondering.

The same male voice from the speakers interrupts all their qualms. "Please direct your attention to the monitor in the center of the room. You will view a presentation explaining many of the things you may be wondering about. All other questions will be answered in time. Please wait patiently."

They turn to the screen, and it lights up. A middle-aged man in a suit begins speaking in a familiar voice. It's the same voice on the prerecorded messages. "Welcome, winners of the 53rd season of the popular TV show, Danganronpa, created by the workers here at Team Danganronpa, including myself. Now, let's begin, shall we?"

The program cuts to a cartoony depiction of many people seated around a futuristic conference-like table, chatting soundlessly amongst themselves as a tune resembling elevator music plays lowly in the background of the man's voice as he continues, "Team Danganronpa is a company that writes, develops, produces, and carries out all the processes of the show, Danganronpa. Members of the team come together to create character backstories, memory altering machines, character designs, and various other details needed for each season of Danganronpa."

The scene continually changes to correspond with what the voice talks about.

"Fans of Danganronpa from all over the world register, in hopes that they'll be selected to audition for the following season of the show. The team then hosts the auditions for the first 600 eligible fans. Out of all of these admissions Team Danganronpa carefully chooses a lucky 14-15 people to participate! Each of you winners, were one of the chosen."

"Next, Team Danganronpa sends out members to 'kidnap' you. Call it an... initiation of sorts. This information is kept privy to participants only. This is because it serves as the basis for the implanted memories which will later be explained."

"You are immediately taken to the TDR facility. This is the building you are currently in right now. At that point in time, all participants are required to read and sign a contract before entering the game or undergoing the memory alteration process. After they've completed that task, they are sent to rooms assigned alphabetically among five different hallways, some of which you just came from. In their rooms, they enter the virtual world, or as you may know it, the killing game. This is where the killing game begins."

"TDR staff members alter your memories for the first time as soon as you lose consciousness, removing all memories post your kidnapping/initiation. During your season, all participants were permitted to explore the game before losing the rest of their memories, and prior to gaining their ultimate talents. Though you don't remember it, you will be able to access the footage of this at the beginning of your season, the 53rd season."

"After the initial entrance, you were all infused with your ultimate talent in-game abilities, along with the character style and memories surrounding them. Everything that happened proceeding that point, you already know about, of course."

"During your time in the virtual world, you were given 'breaks' where, although you would not regain consciousness, you would receive muscle stimulation and nutrients in order to prevent atrophy. Feeding would also occur during these breaks so that your physical state would decline as little as possible during the course of the show. If you've noticed, you are currently able to walk despite having been in a comatose-like state for approximately six months. You're welcome."

The video cut back to the middle-aged man speaking, "That just about sums up the explanation. Now, please exit through the door labeled 'Danganronpa Community Center: Main Room' to meet with one of the staff members. They will answer any and all questions you may have. And thus concludes the 53rd season of Danganronpa. Thank you for your participation!" The screen turns black.

Stunned into silence, the three make their way to the designated door. It opens automatically as well. Big windows cover one wall entirely, shedding light onto the couches, tables, and chairs that make up a room that can only be a recreational center.

A woman stands before them at a height that's slightly shorter than Maki. Her white lab coat adorns a pin that says DR, with the signature monokuma eye below. She begins to read off of the red clipboard in her hands, "Participants #798, Maki Harukawa, #804 Shuichi Saihara, and #808 Himiko Yumeno, congratulations, you are the winners of the 53rd season of Danganronpa. Now, I understand you may have questions and I am here to give you answers." The woman smiles. "Oh!" she exclaims after a moment, "Here is a copy of each of your signed contracts if you wish to read through them." She passes them all a booklet, each page with their own signature toward the bottom of the top sheet.

Maki takes her contract first, leafing through the papers before shooting an accusatory glare at the woman. "How do we know this isn't forged?" she challenges.

The woman smiles again, "I thought you might say that; follow me." And she begins walking through another door, the three winners following after. The room has a counter with seating and a few dispersed chairs. She makes her way to a computer that's turned on in the corner of that room and speaks, "we have footage of each of you signing and reading the contract if you'd like to view it." The room has a counter with seating and a few dispersed chairs.

"Ah," Shuichi responds. None of them bother watching it, all taking the woman's word for it.

The contract is lengthy, and once each of them is left to their own devices, (the woman tells them to just let her know if they come up with any questions. They have many, but they're not quite sure they're ready for the answers.) Shuichi begins reading through it. It mentions prize money, a million dollars each (over one hundred million yen), that they will receive at a later date. Written in ink is their agreement to getting out in a simulation where they may carry out murders, or be murdered. They all consented to relinquish their memories to be replaced with false memories, which causes Shuichi to wonder how little he had to lose if he was willing to give it all up. He doesn't know his past self, and he thinks he wouldn't ever want to.

Shuichi learns that they all have a locker at the center, where they left their electronic devices as well as a notebook entailing every important password and piece of information about themselves, so they would still be able to log on after the game. Everyone of them is entitled to therapy, paid for by the company, all medical and health concerns will also be addressed and paid for by Team Danganronpa for the remainder of their lives. The signed booklet also entails all the risks they may face: PTSD, trauma, physical atrophy, brain damage, sensory overload, mental decline, stress, panic, and various other things he's maybe heard in passing- or he hasn't heard in passing because all of his memories are false .

He doesn't even have an uncle. The school he thought he went to doesn't exist; every single experience of his is completely shrouded in lies that were fabricated for the sake of some stupid show he wanted to be a part of.

Nothing can compare to how surreal it feels to be told that no one is actually dead though. It's obvious once he reads about the consolation prize to the other participants. He runs over to the woman from earlier who's now sitting at the high counter, filling out paperwork and awaiting any questions that may come her way (He’s a little dizzy when he abruptly stands up, but his legs are more steady than they were before)

"Where are the others?"

She smiles, why does she keep smiling? - "It's only 5:33 AM. They're still sleeping. The bedrooms are right through that door if you'd like a peek." She points, and he wastes no time.

Himiko's head whips away from the page she was reading right to them, "That means I can see Tenko? And, Angie?" she questions, more eager than she's been since waking up.

Shuichi's already through the door before he can hear the lady's reply.

There are seven bedrooms on each side of the hallway, and one of them even bears his name. It reminds him of a hotel, the carpeted hallway, rooms all beside each other. There's one for each of them, except Tsumugi and Kiibo. Tsumugi is part of the team and Kiibo was just an AI. He stands in front of Kaede's door for a minute or two, not wanting to knock and disturb her sleep, but also glad she's alive after all. He just hopes she'll wake up soon. He wants to tell her that it wasn't her fault, that she didn't kill Rantaro.

He returns to the others and waits, waits for anyone to wake up. He's like a kid on Christmas morning, waiting to open presents: eager, impatient.

Korekiyo Shinguji walks through the door first, startled and stunned once he sees the three of them. "Oh, you're awake," he says. It's a few minutes before six o'clock.

Shuichi rephrases his earlier thought to 'anyone but the incestuous serial killer' but then frowns at himself for thinking like that. Still, he would've preferred Kokichi or even Angie, to Korekiyo .

The long-haired male seems to notice this in Shuichi's face, as he blurts out, "ah, I see... you hate me ," and it sounds like he's accepted it.

Shuichi opens his mouth to respond but finds that he doesn't know how.

The other two are wordless too.

"I'll leave you all be," he tells them as he crosses the room and exits through another one of the doors.

Gonta comes within the next twenty minutes. Shuichi isn't paying attention to the egress and is startled by the booming, "Shuichi! Maki! Himiko! Gonta is so happy to see you!"

"Hi Gonta," Himiko greets, standing to her feet. She wobbles a little, and grips the arm of the chair at first. After blinking a few times with wide eyes, she steadies herself and smiles.

Gonta envelops her in a hug before moving to Shuichi and hugging him tight. He hugs Maki, half against her will, last, not considering that she's not big on acting friendly. The harmless giant is meanwhile dripping with excitement. "Gonta is so glad to see his friends! I know! Gonta can go wake up other friends too!" He rushes to the hallway with all their assigned bedrooms, pounds on every door before anyone can stop or quiet him, and tries waking everyone up.

Rantaro opens his door with a tired look on his face. "What is it Gonta?" He raises a brow. "Oh, hey," he greets them with a slight wave of his hand.

"Rantaro," Shuichi speaks as Maki nods her head faintly in a distant greeting. Himiko's already following Gonta to the next door.

"What is it Shuichi?"

"Ah, I just- In the game, Kaede didn't kill you."

"Oh I know," he begins airily, adopting a thoughtful expression, "do you know who did though? I was too distracted by the metal ball that fell past me from the ceiling to get a look behind me at my killer." He would've gathered that Rantaro had probably already talked to Kaede about the murder if he didn’t have so much to process.

"Ah, um, yea." Shuichi is taken aback by his bluntness- why did he have to think of the word bluntness? - but he recovers quickly. "...it turned out the mastermind killed you and framed Kaede. It was really Tsumugi all along."

Rantaro opens his mouth- "Himikooooooooo!" He's interrupted by the voice of Tenko Chabashira, who's clad in her pajamas and rampaging in the short redhead's direction like a charging bull.

"Tenko!" Himiko exclaims.

"I'll take care of these degenerates, HAIYAH!" Tenko's eyes center on Gonta, Rantaro, and Shuichi, taking on a fighting stance.

"If they did anything wrong I would stop them... with my mag-" she sighs mid-word, sounding even more tired when she continues, "they didn't do anything wrong Tenko," she explains, saving the three from Tenko Chabashira's wrath... for now.

“Gonta, what is it that you need?” Kirumi exits her door, fully dressed in her maid-like attire despite the loud awakening. Her hands are linked in front of her skirt, prim and proper; it looks like she might bow or curtsy any moment. Shuichi and Maki turn towards her; Himiko is still getting reacquainted with Tenko.

“Kirumi, look! Friends are awake!”

“I see. That is fortunate, however, it is not gentlemanly to awaken others before they are ready.”

“Oh no! Gonta no mean to be ungentlemanly. Gonta keep quiet now like true gentleman!”

She turns to the three survivors. “I would like to apologize. I failed to adequately serve you during the simulation. My duties to you all were superseded by Monokuma’s false memories given to me, and I behaved dishonorably. I sincerely hope you can come to forgive me, given time.” She bows and averts her gaze. “I will go prepare you some tea.”

“You don’t have to-” Shuichi begins, but Kirumi has already left the corridor.

“Gonta, what time does Kaito usually wake up,” Maki asks, though she doesn’t round the statement off with an inquisitive tone like a normal question would be asked.

“Oh! Kaito no here yet. Doctors say Kaito wake up later. Kokichi and Miu too.”

“They… aren’t awake yet? What do you mean?” Shuichi furrows his brows. He thought everyone was sleeping in their designated bedrooms.

“Gonta just woke up two days ago. Before two days ago, Gonta was still stuck.”

“Stuck where?” Himiko intervenes with Tenko looking over her shoulder.

“Hmm, Gonta not sure. Doctors told Gonta it was called something, a sim-lay-shun.”

“They’re still stuck in the simulation.” The bluenette surmises. How is that possible though? Didn’t the simulation end?

“Shuichi knows! Gonta no understand much, but hope Maki, Shuichi, and Himiko think Gonta helpful.” He scratches the back of his head with a nervous smile.

The assassin crosses her arms before speaking, “I have to go. There’s something I need to do.” Maki addresses the surrounding ex-students before leaving the hall. Shuichi knows that Maki is going to ask about Kaito. Himiko probably knows too. It doesn’t take a detective to figure that out.

“Oh! Gonta would like to bring friends around building! Like gentleman. That way, friends can know where to go!”

“I’d like that, Gonta.” Shuichi gives the helpful giant a small smile.

“Me too, nyeh, maybe I’ll be able to collect some mana on the way…” Himiko fiddles with her skirt, trying to hide her appreciation.

“I will go too and make sure neither of these menaces do anything suspicious!” Tenko asserts.

“Gonta no do anything suspicious! Gonta gentleman.

The three follow Gonta in his attempt at a tour, he doesn’t spend too long in the room connected to the bedrooms’ hallway or the main rec room, since they’ve already been there, but he still lets the others know what rooms they are. He also tells them some unnecessary information, like where the couch is, and other things that they can easily observe themselves.

“And this is room with tables to eat food at. Gonta ate breakfast with friends just last morning!” He explains cheerily as they walk into a dining area of sorts.

They enter the kitchen next, where Kirumi is staring at a teapot on the stove, her nose nearly touching the side. “This is room where food is made. Oh, hello Kirumi!” He waves to the former-maid who stands up straight and looks away from the teapot to respond.

“I apologize for the wait. The tea water is still boiling.” Teacups are set out on a tray, enough for everyone who is awake.

“Thank you Kirumi!” He tells her, and then he turns to the three. “Kirumi is true gentleman- no!” he corrects himself, “gentlewoman!”

Gonta brings them to a hallway and points to the bathrooms. It would be ‘ungentlemanly’ to enter them, Shuichi supposes. He tells them all about the terrarium in his room, that the ‘doctors’ gave him, on his way through the hall with, what Shuichi can only theorize are, Team Danganronpa employee-owned rooms with various uses.

This theory is proven when Gonta points and says, “this is room where Gonta talks about bugs with doctors.”

(which definitely means that that’s the ‘therapy’ they’re all entitled to .)

The three of them, (even Tenko) can’t help but offer a sympathetic smile when the former-entomologist’s ever present smile fades, and he confides, “Gonta no understand. Danganronpa facility so nice. Doctors smile so much... and even give Gonta bugs for room! But, they reason why friends look so sad all the time.”

They make their way back to the main room where Kirumi has their tea ready, along with dishes of various additives (sugar, honey, milk, lemon...). She bows and returns to the dormitories - assigned bedrooms - as Maki strides, unphasable, into the recreational room.

"I'm going to visit Kaito,"she announces before turning around and walking towards the hospital rooms. She stops at the door and looks back at Shuichi. "Are you coming or not?"

Shuichi nods and follows right after.

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#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #fanfic #postgame #shuichi saihara #maki harukawa #himiko yumeno #danganronpa shuichi #danganronpa maki #danganronpa himiko #eventual romance #eventual oumasai

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A Single Ray of Light in a Sea of Darkness

Fateful Meeting (Chapter 1/7)

Word Count: 1856

This is something that had been in the works for over two months until just recently and this is my first multi-chapter fic! Originally, I was going to post the 12K+ word segment as one whole post but I realized that no one would probably read that big of a fic in one sitting so I decided to split it up into chapters. I’m estimating it to be around 8 chapters but it’s bound to change, depending on certain factors.

As one final note, there are characters in this fic that don’t have summaries of them posted and, as of now, will not have those summaries until well after this whole fic is posted. Regardless of that, I hope you enjoy reading this! I will accept any and all criticism you have!

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Eric was certain he was lost when he couldn’t find the path he diverged from. He was curious about that girl he saw entering the forest. Everyone he talked to in Brinegarde said the forest was too dangerous for anyone to go in yet that girl just strolled in without any hesitation. What made him even curiouser was that no one tried to stop her, with some people actively ignoring her if they looked in her direction. Out of the goodness of his heart, he followed after to warn her but ended up in his current situation.

With night quickly approaching, he had no idea if he’d find his way back in time. He knew Alek would raise hell against the lord of Brinegarde if anything bad happened to him while he was here. Alek was pretty scary when his partner’s safety was at risk, which strengthened Eric’s resolve to get out of the forest of death. As soon as he could find his original path, that is…

Despite that, however, there was yet another reason he wanted to get out before night fell. Whilst gathering information about Brinegarde’s lord, the townspeople had given him warnings to stay clear of the Vlixeox. He had never heard of such a thing but he believed asking about it to be troublesome, due to everyone’s belief that mentioning it was a sort of taboo. Going on from the little info he had, he assumed the Vlixeox to be a horrific beast that happened to be living in the forest.

Knowing it to be against his better judgment, he hoped the girl would be okay on her own. As for now, he had to look out for himself. First thing to do would be to find the path he took and follow it back to Brinegarde.

After about a half hour of trying and failing to find the path, Eric reluctantly resigned himself to his fate. Night had fully arrived and, at around the fifteen-ish minute mark, rain began to pour down. Wondering if today could get any worse, the thunder booming above him confirmed what he thought.

As an irritated sigh escaped from his mouth, he thought about what to do next. Finding shelter was a good option but who knows how long it’d be when or if he found any. There was also the matter of finding food and water as well. A ball of regret began to settle in his stomach for wanting to help the girl, going so far as to curse his desire to help others in need.

“I am going to die out here,” he said aloud, trying his best to not let his anxiety overwhelm him.

Suddenly, as quick as the raindrops fell on him, they stopped. Looking up, he saw solid black matter hovering just above his head, preventing any rain from touching him. Taken aback by this, he dropped to the muddy ground in fear, believing it to be the Vlixeox’s shadow. Unsure of whether or not it noticed him, he chose to scurry away from it instead of letting out a terrified scream.

Despite his hurried pace, however, it kept following him. His back eventually hit a tree, trapping him between it and the monster. Anticipating an attack, he put his arms up in the hopes of blocking it and potentially protecting himself from some of the damage. With the passage of time came nothing. Slowly opening his eyes, he let his arms down to see his pursuer.

At the end of the trail of darkness was a girl. The same girl he saw entering the forest from earlier, in fact. The origin of the darkness was unknown but he knew it had to be from her somehow.

Because of how dark it was, it was hard to discern anything from her, aside from her height and the cloak she wore. She appeared to be considerably shorter than him, almost to that of a child. The cloak was colored a faded gray and full of sloppily stitched holes and tears. Save for two locks of white hair that rested just above her chest, her face was completely concealed by her hood.

The girl stood still as Eric got up from the sodden ground, using the tree as support. He noticed that the black matter above his head floated above hers as well, protecting them both from the rain. Whatever her intentions were, he didn’t know.

Taking a step forward, he asked her, “Hey, uh, are you okay?”

She didn’t answer, continuing to stay where she stood. He continued in a calm voice so as to not make her perceive him as a threat, “Okay, I’m going to try getting closer, all right?”

As he slowly and carefully approached her, she didn’t move a single inch. The darkness continued to follow him as he lessened the distance between them, making sure not a drop of rain landed on him. She had to be controlling it, though there was no indication of where and how she was doing it from his vantage point.

Now that they were only a couple feet away, he saw much more of her than previously. She kept the ratty cloak closed, which covered most of her body. The only visible part of her face was her mouth, which revealed her skin to be very pale. He first thought of her as a child but now realized she was around the same age as him.

“So, do you live in this forest?” he asked. Considering she had no qualms of being in the same forest as the Vlixeox, she had to have been living here. When she didn’t respond, he took her silence as a yes.

Flashing a nervous smile at her, he asked, “Would you mind taking me to where you stay, then?”

The girl began walking ahead, prompting him to follow. The storm got worse as they wandered through the forest. Thankfully, the makeshift umbrella didn’t falter, which intrigued him as to how it worked.

They soon arrived at a small alcove situated between two large trees. She pushed aside the crude excuse of a door and beckoned him to come in. Many sticks were inside of one tree hollow while a large amount of berries and nuts were in the other. In the middle sat a homemade firepit, a small gathering of wood meant to serve as kindling with two rocks serving as flint. A roughly made glaive leaned on the edge of one of the tree hollows, which he believed to be her weapon. Seeing all this made it apparent how long she’s lived here. How much time has she spent in this forest, he wondered with a tinge of sadness.

She picked up one of the rocks and her glaive and knelt beside the firepit. Placing the bladed end of her weapon above the wood, she raised her hand holding the rock and intended to strike it against the blade. Before she could do so, however, he stopped her by grabbing hold of her raised hand.

“How about I do that? As thanks for letting me stay here tonight,” he suggested. After a moment of pause, she gave him the rock and returned her glaive to its place.

He took out the dagger he kept at his side and began striking at it with the rock. Although he offered to help, he had actually never built a fire before. Alek was usually the firestarter between them since he could never successfully light a fire during their time on the open road and this was turning out to be no different. Growing frustrated with each failure, he eventually threw the dagger and rock to the ground in exasperation. To their mutual surprise, several sparks landed on the wood and what was once a tiny ember flourished into a reasonably sized fire.

With a sheepish expression on his face, he said in a joking manner, “Well, whatever works, right?”

As the fire warmed them up, the girl held two sticks with trout on them above the flames to cook them. When the bottom of them became blackened, she took them away from the fire and handed a stick over to him. Thanking her, he gently grabbed the wooden skewer and started to nibble on the fish. He wasn’t much of a fan for fish but it was better than nothing.

As she held the cooked trout up to her mouth, she let down her hood and fully revealed her face. She kept her long white hair inside her cloak, her pointed ears poking through the waves, and her face told him she was an elf. However, he was drawn to her violet eyes, something he knew regular elves to not have. He had never seen a half elf with different colored eyes and nothing else, making him rule out that possibility. Then again, he was sheltered from the outside world till recently, so there might’ve been a chance…

The only remains of dinner were the tails and sticks, which were promptly discarded outside the alcove. They sat in silence, the background noise being the crackling of the fire and the pouring of rain. Under normal circumstances would he be okay with the comforting quiet but he was interested in wanting to know more about his new companion.

“Would you mind telling me your name, if only so I don’t keep referring to you as that girl,” he asked, chuckling a little. “If it helps, mine’s Eric.”

The girl appeared to be bewildered by the question. The only indication he had of that was seeing her eyes widen oh so very slightly. If he hadn’t been staring at her, he would’ve easily missed it.

After a pause, she spoke, her voice low and soft, “Venlithea.”

“Venlithea… That’s a nice name,” he replied. While he thought it to be an unconventional name for an elf, it suited her.

After some time had passed, Eric talked to Venlithea about taking him back to Brinegarde in the morning and she agreed to do so. He still needed to do business with Brinegarde’s lord, after all. It probably wouldn’t look good on him for being late to their meeting, thus making a terrible first impression.

It soon became time to sleep. He took off his cloak and laid on it, turning away from the fire to stare at the bark of the tree hollow. Despite it not being the first time he slept on dirt, a long time had passed since then and so he forgot what it felt like. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, hoping tomorrow’d go better than today.

#airi's writing #ship tag; Light in the Darkness

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