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hettiesworld · 1 year

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Name of fic: Every Woman

Pairing: Jeremy Renner x female OC (Heather)

Plot summary: An unexpected first meet in a local coffee shop as Jeremy was filming in Toronto for Mayor of Kingstown season 2 and Heather was on vacation.

Word count: 2.7k words.

Prompts:

“Stop looking at me like that or my knees will not hold me any longer.”

“Reality is even better than my dreams.”

“You don’t know half of the things you do to me.”

Warnings: Language, fluff, sexual innuendos, fangirling over Renner.

Author’s note: Before you ask, yes, the OC is based on myself. And no, I have never been to Canada 😢 There will be a smutty part 2 don't worry 😉

Heather’s POV

After I ordered my green tea and of course, paid for it, I backed away from the counter to wait for it. I then bumped into someone.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry!” The person exclaimed. They had a cup of coffee in their hands. Which was spilt all over my shirt.

“Oh fuck.” I would curse and sigh. “Great. This is my favourite shirt as well.”

“I am so sorry!”

I would then look up from my stained shirt to see who exactly I bumped into.

And I couldn’t believe who it was.

“Holy shit! You’re Jeremy Renner!” I blurted out suddenly. “Oops. I said that out loud.”

Jeremy just chuckled as he was in a suit and tie. He was probably filming for the second season of Mayor of Kingstown.

“I’m guessing you’re a fan. And again, I’m so sorry for all of this.” He asked me.

“Yeah… Look, it's my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going –�� I was about to say until Jeremy stopped me.

“No. It’s okay. Look, I’ll pay for your dry cleaning.” He uttered to me.

“Definitely not. I am not letting you pay for my dry cleaning. I’ll wash it when I get back to London.”

Jeremy was shocked. You were from England? But you didn’t have a British accent at all.

“You’re from London?” He speculated.

“Yep. I know, you’re probably wondering where my British accent is. I guess I wasn’t born with one.” I shrugged my shoulders. “What, you think British accents are sexy?”

“Well, kind of. To be honest, I feel like your accent is quite sexy.” He smirked.

I blushed at that compliment. I wasn’t expecting Jeremy motherfucking Renner to compliment me today. Not even meet him in a coffee shop in Toronto.

“You’re just saying that..” I started to stutter.

“No… I mean it. Your voice is cute and sexy. May we sit together perhaps?”

“I-I would love to!”

I smiled at him as I took my green tea and another mysterious cup towards a secluded area of the cafe. The tables were full, so we had to stand. Jeremy then stood opposite me. I gave him the cup as he raised an eyebrow at me.

“There you go. I’m guessing that it was a straight black coffee that you ordered. So, I brought you one. Out of compensation.” I smiled at him.

“You didn’t have to do that. I could’ve paid for it myself.” Jeremy replied.

“Well, too bad.”

We both laughed.

“Anyways, I was not expecting to bump into you on my vacation.” I explained. “I can cross that off my bucket list.”

“I was on your bucket list?”

“Yeah! Meeting someone you can only dream of meeting. Which was you.” I added.

“Aw.. that’s so nice! Well, I’m glad to cross off one thing off your bucket list.” Jeremy chuckled to himself.

He just kept staring at me. His blue-green eyes staring into my chocolate brown ones.

“Stop looking at me like that or my knees will not hold me any longer.” I said quietly, which I hoped he didn’t hear me.

But he did.

“Stop looking at you like what?” Jeremy replied, smirking at me. He stared at me with that look in his eyes. The look of lust and desire.

“Like that!” I exclaimed, gesturing at him, my tea in one hand.

“I’m clearly not staring at you like I’m in love with you or something.” Jeremy said.

He was definitely staring at me. We JUST met!

“Anyways, you.. erm.. want to hang out tonight, if you’re not busy? We can go for dinner or karaoke?” Jeremy suggested.

“Yeah! I would love to! I’ll give you the hotel and the room I’m in. You can come and knock on my door.” I picked up a napkin and got a pen out of my bag. I wrote down where I was staying, as well as my phone number.

I then gave the napkin to Jeremy.

“There you go. You can pick me up at 7:30pm and you can pick what we do. Oh! I didn’t introduce myself! I’m Heather.” I smiled at him.

“I will. And it’s a pleasure to meet you Heather.” He replied.

Before I left, he leaned in and kissed my cheek, hugging me close as well.

“See you at 7:30.” He said to me, waving me off. I waved back as I walked out of the coffee shop.

Did I just get a date with Jeremy Renner?!

7:29pm.

I was rushing to get my hair and makeup done before Jeremy came to pick me up. I was wearing a light blue buttoned-up shirt with denim shorts and trainers. I didn’t want to wear anything formal, so I wore what I wanted.

Just then, two knocks were heard and I was putting my black curly hair in a ponytail as I walked towards the door. I opened up the door and saw Jeremy, smiling at me and having one hand behind his back. He was wearing some casual clothing; a tight white shirt, denim jeans and trainers. And also a backpack…?

“Please don’t tell me you brought me flowers.. Or wine.” I said. I didn’t like flowers as much. And I wasn’t much of a drinker.

“No… I brought chocolate! I thought you got hayfever, you didn’t like to drink or something.”

Jeremy took out a box of chocolates from behind his back and handed them to me.

“Oh! Ferrero Rocher! I love those! Wait, how did you know I wasn’t allergic to nuts?” I said, putting the box down and crossing your arms.

“Umm… I guessed?” Jeremy shrugged.

I chuckled.

“They’re perfect.” I smiled at him.

3rd person POV

It was only a short walk to the nearest karaoke bar in Toronto and, like the gentlemen he was, Jeremy held the door for her as you both walked into the place.

There was a big stage with a DJ and a karaoke stand with two microphones. Also, private rooms if you were too shy to go onto the big stage and sing in front of small crowds.

“So, you want to go on the big stage or rent a private room for a few hours?” Jeremy asked her.

“What about food?” She retorted.

“That’s what the backpack is for.”

“Wait, you can’t bring food in here! Can you?”

Jeremy just chuckled as he leaned in to whisper in her ear; “They don’t have to know, do they?”

She watched him walk towards the counter to rent a room out. She could still hear the words that he whispered and his lips near her ear. It seemed like the manager of this place knew him personally. Perhaps he came here when he was filming the first season of his show.

After his podcast he did with Dax Shepard and many interviews, especially the Hot Ones interview he did whilst promoting Hawkeye and Mayor of Kingstown, she knew he attended karaoke bars back in Los Angeles.

She liked singing, but performing in front of other people was one of her biggest fears.

There were only a few people who knew that her singing was quite good; your best friend Taylor (who was a boy) and her imaginary friend, Jeremy (yes, she named them after Jeremy himself).

Jeremy came back with his hands in his pockets.

“Are you nervous to sing in front of all these people..” He began to say.

Of course, that wasn’t the only thing. She was kinda nervous to sing in front of him. He was an amazing singer. She looked down, trying to make the floor look more interesting than the topic in hand. She fidgeted with her hands and shuffled her feet.

Jeremy lifted her chin with his left hand.

“..Or is it someone else?” He finished his sentence.

Was he touching her? Other than the time he hugged her and kissed her cheek.

“Come on Heather. Be honest.”

She sighed and looked up to meet his eyes.

Jeremy let go of her face as she began to say, “Yeah, it’s because of you. You’re a great singer and I feel like you’re gonna judge me because of my singing abilities.”

“Heather. I’m not going to judge you whether you have a great voice or a really bad one. You’re a great gal.” Jeremy replied.

She smiled at him.

“Okay then. I guess I could get the courage to sing in front of you.”

“That’s the spirit! Come on then.”

He wrapped his arm around her and you both walked into the room he rented out.

Once you both got into the room, Jeremy went first, like a gentleman and chose his first song. It was ‘It's My Life’ by Bon Jovi. His voice was so deep and croaky for this 90s rock song and it was astounding. She was amazed once again.

“It's my life

It’s now or never

But I ain't gonna live forever

I just want to live while I'm alive”

Once he finished, he bowed and she was clapping.

“Wow. That was amazing. I thought you were going to do Sinatra or Backstreet Boys or something like that?” She stood up, still clapping.

“Well… you learn something new every day.” Jeremy smirked. He handed over the microphone towards her as it was wireless. “I think it’s her turn. Pick any song you want.”

She nervously took the mic and walked slowly towards the karaoke machine. She looked through the many songs on the list and she eventually picked ‘Watermelon Sugar’ by Harry Styles.

As she started the first verse, her arms and legs were shaking. Jeremy saw her shaking nervously. So he smiled at her, nodding and putting his thumbs up.

She eventually got the courage, singing more loudly as it got to the chorus.

“Breathe me in, breathe me out

I don't know if I could ever go without

I'm just thinking out loud

I don't know if I could ever go without”

She noticed Jeremy smiling more as he heard her singing voice.

As she finished, he smiled and stood up, cheering and clapping. “Oh.. my fuckin’ God! That was… amazing!” Jeremy complimented her.

She went over to him and he put his arms out for a hug. She returned the hug, putting her arms around his waist, her head against his chest.

“It was good?” She said to him, looking up to see his grin.

“It was amazing! Wow, you sounded exactly like Harry!” Jeremy replied as you both pulled out of the hug.

Just then, her stomach rumbled.

“Oops. I guess I haven't had anything to eat since this morning.” She chuckled slightly.

“You want me to take out some food? What do you want?” Jeremy asked you, taking out his phone.

“A sandwich would be amazing. Thanks. How long did you book the room for?”

“About an hour and a half. That’s all.”

He picked out a ham and cheese sandwich and a drink for her and handed it to her. She thanked him and opened up the sandwich pack.

She bit in the first slice of your sandwich and placed it down onto the table with her drink.

As Jeremy got out a BLT sandwich and a bottle of sparkling water, he placed it on the table with her stuff.

“Okay, are you ready for a duet together? You can choose the song.”

“My knowledge of music is very diverse, but I’m not sure of the perfect song to sing together.”

She shrugged her shoulders as she watched Jeremy walk towards you.

“Well I got the perfect song…”

She raised an eyebrow as she watched him go to the karaoke machine and picked out ‘Senorita’ by Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello. He then picked up another wireless microphone and gestured towards her to come and stand next to him.

“You ready?” He asked her as she walked over to him.

She nodded your head as she saw the lyrics come on screen. And it was his turn first.

“Land in Miami

The air was hot from summer rain

Sweat dripping off me”

She would look at him as he sang. And she was in love. His voice was seductive, deep and it was digging into your soul. That last line was making you anxious internally. Soon enough, it was her turn.

“Locked in the hotel

There's just some things that never change

You say we're just friends

But friends don't know the way you taste, la-la-la”

Jeremy then looked over to her as you both started to sing the next part.

“Ooh, when your lips undress me

Hooked on your tongue

Ooh, love, your kiss is deadly

Don't stop”

His blue-green eyes stared into her brown eyes. His face was up close as he was holding his microphone in his left hand. She moved your microphone away from your mouth and felt his right hand on her waist.

“Jeremy? What is happening right now?” She whispered as the song ended.

She watched as Jeremy smiled at her. He took the microphone from her hands softly and put both of them back to where they were. He then took her hands and held them with his.

“Can I tell you something? And I hope you don’t run away because of what I’m about to say.” Jeremy asked her.

“Why would I run away? Just tell me.” She chuckled silently.

Jeremy sighed before continuing to say,

“I really like you, Heather. Like, really like you.” Jeremy said.

“What? Do you actually like me?” She replied.

“Yeah I do.”

She blushed as she looked down onto the floor. She looked at her feet.

He put a hand on her face and lifted her chin.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked her.

She nodded as she smiled at him. Her hands slowly went around his waist as he slowly leaned in. He grabbed her face softly with both of his hands and his lips collided with hers. His lips were quite soft and delicate against hers.

It was perfect. Both of them fit together like two puzzle pieces.

They both pulled away.

“Wow..” She whispered as she stared at him. “Reality is even better than my dreams.”

“Your dreams? What are your dreams exactly?”

She saw him raise his eyebrow and smirking at her.

“Oh. Well.. it’s nothing you need to know about.” She chuckled as she slowly moved away from Jeremy.

“Fine.” Jeremy put his hands up in surrender. “I won’t ask anymore.”

As he drove her back to your hotel room, she both walked up to the closed door.

“That was an amazing night Jeremy. Thank you.” She smiled at him as you turned around to face him.

“You’re not annoyed that we kissed on the first date?” He said.

“No! I’m actually happy that we did. It is a shame that I’m going back to London tomorrow, so we probably won’t be able to see each other again.”

“Wait, you're going back home? How long is your vacation?” He asked, placing his hands in his pockets.

“Only three days, I’m afraid.”

“Shit.”

You both chuckled softly but sadly.

“I don't really want to leave you. I mean, you are great company after we both got to know each other.” He explained.

“Me neither. But that’s life, I guess.” She shrugged your shoulders.

Jeremy then pulled out his phone and scrolled through it for a moment before speaking up again, "Look at your phone once you go back in your room. Okay?"

She was confused as heck but I said "okay" anyways.

She then smiled as he leaned in again for the third time tonight and kissed her cheek. "Goodnight Heather." He smiled and whispered near her ear.

As she got back into her room, she closed the door behind me. She then took her hair out of her ponytail and laid down on the hotel bed, next to her packed-up things. She got out my phone and saw that she got a text from Jeremy. The contact name she had for him was 'Jeremy' with the purple heart emoji.

She opened up the text and it read:

'Dear Heather, thank you for the great company and the karaoke tonight! I'm sad that you have to go back to London but as you said, that's life I guess? You have to work as a... wait let me guess. An author? (please tell me I'm right). Anyways, I also have a job, as you know already, but I would still like to talk to you. My number is available for a text conversation, phone call or even a video chat.

You don't know half the things you do to me.

J.R. xx' @yavanna80 @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @navybrat817 @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho @pegasusdragontiger

#jeremy renner #marvel #jeremy renner x oc #hettiesworld

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sepublic · 3 years

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Escaping Expulsion!

LUMITY! LUMITY DEVELOPMENT! LUZ REALIZING HER CRUSH!!!!

Amity calling her MY Luz… Amity and Luz back-to-back! Playing tricks together that’s so ADORABLE!

There’s so much to this episode, I… I…!

Gus! His growth spurt will take a lot getting used to, it’s like watching your favorite kids grow up… At this point he may as well go back to Augustus! And Perry, I love seeing more of him!

WILLOW’S DADS! They’re GOOD parents I tell you, they talk a lot about grounding or whatever, but then IMMEDIATELY drop their jobs for Willow’s sake!? To home-school her, to have fun! GOOD PARENTS! And the Glasses Dad, he’s a really chill dude, sees Willow going behind the back and is like “I won’t tell!” Nice. VERY nice…!

BUMP! Not only do we get confirmation that he’s in the Abomination Coven, BUT HE’S A SWEETIE! He’s an utter sweetheart! This really all adds to my headcanon that he felt bad about what happened with Eda, and I bet he was being reminded a LOT of that when he had to get rid of Luz, Willow, and Gus… At least with Eda she more or less left of her own volition, but these kids WANT to come back! I love this principal and his layers… Also Frewin’s tail moving?

I agree with Alador, and I find it hilarious that he doesn’t seem to understand Frewin that much either… Or he does but he’s still curious! Al IS interesting like Odalia said… Not exactly a good parent, but he is a man of his word! Also WOW he looks like an utter mess, nothing like the prim and proper noble we all expected! I guess Alador from Amity’s flashback was in dress clothes for Amity’s birthday and all that… But yeah he IS fascinating as Dana said! I guess he is the inventor as some people suspected…

His whole demeanor matches his brief depiction in YBOS pretty well; Looking like he’s mostly just kind of THERE, just kind of chilling for the ride. Has his head in the clouds and focuses on the inventions, on the technical know-how, on carrying out the orders and seeing them through, while Odalia is the leader who instructs things- Just as we suspected! I can already see the neurodivergent Alador headcanons… If Amity is autistic, does she get it from him?

ODALIA… Ugh. I mean, she’s about as rancid as we all expected, but it’s interesting that she DOES listen to Alador, so there is still that respect there! But JEEZ, she’s an attempted child murderer?! Goes back on her word!? I have to wonder if Alador was the original Blight actually, and Odalia was the one who married in; That, or Alador just has actual integrity and acts as like… The second voice who helps rein in Odalia and remind her of things every now and then. Interesting… But yeah, I loathe her!

Of course, back to Al- He may not necessarily be so great himself. He does seem to prefer the easy path, the path of least resistance; He adapts to Amity standing up to him and Odalia by instead considering how she could replace the current Abomination Head one day… Which makes sense, that’s HIS expertise, and daughter takes after father! And Odalia really is an Oracle as we thought… Oracle magic for spying, makes sense, but that necklace…

UGH… Remember when we all liked that necklace! How we thought it was SO CUTE? How Amity wore it at first in Adventures in the Elements… But then she rarely wore her casual outfit? WELL NOW WE KNOW… Here’s hoping the intro changes to remove the necklace, but WOW I was genuinely feeling sick in my stomach when I saw that!

And Odalia and Alador are even WORSE, because they’re literally arms-manufacturers! Do I even need to explain why that’s awful? But I’m really having a lot of fun with the idea of Abominations as robotics; I’d considered the idea of Abominations melding with Automatons, and the show just confirms and validates that! I love this show… I have to wonder if we’ll see Amity and the Abomination Head interact more? And I like how Abominations is basically shape-shifting and form-changing, but applied to a magical goop that Abomination Witches can control…

Belos and the Golden Guard! More worldbuilding- Of course Belos is monopolizing and taking things into his own control, he’s expanding his influence! And of course, as Golden Guard pointed out- Not only does he want soldiers –glad we’ll see more of these Abomination things in practice- but also… He doesn’t want anyone raising a private army against him; Which again fits with how Belos operates!

But the way Odalia and Alador look at one another… WERE they intending to raise a private army? Or were they always open to selling out to the highest bidder- With their desire to install Amity as the new Abomination Head, we might see them ally with a rebellion, but for their OWN purposes… With how their audience and customer base was cloaked, they may have been unknowingly selling to people with a vested interest and stake in taking down Belos!

EDA AND LILITH! This show once again confirms my read on glyphs; Not containing magic, but more commanding the magic around them! Lilith is SO smart, figuring out how it works… And YES, I love delving into the mechanics! How glyphs are about COMMUNICATION with the Isles, that calls back to Adventures in the Elements! I wonder then if Belos can communicate with the isles too, possibly through glyphs…

But we get more insight into their dynamic! Eda was always that talented kid, so she could always breeze the basics and get right into experimentation! It was good for critical thinking, but as we see, she can be really hyperactive and impatient… And of course, this frustrates Lilith, who is very stoic and rule-bound! God she was adorable this episode, how she clearly wants validation… She really is the embodiment of “My child is fine!” “Your child was a pleasure to have in class.” Couldn’t get validation from Gwen, so Lilith went to teachers…

AND JEEZ, no wonder Belos’ approval meant so much to her! Maybe like Marcy and Andrias from Amphibia, Lilith kind of latched onto Belos as a potential found family figure for her… But as we know, she still had her own desires and wants because she IS a person and not a mindless drone.

BUT YES, I love the show delving into how Lilith and Eda work as different people! Lilith is by-the-book, and Eda recognizing that Lilith’s methods have value, because Eda is really out of her own element here. I love seeing Eda experiment with glyphs, just the way they experiment with glyphs- I’m glad it’s not just Luz! Also it’s interesting… The show seems to imply that there really are only four glyphs in existence; Light, Ice, Fire, and Plant! That’s a shame because I’d have liked to see more glyphs in the future, just a few more…

BUT YEAH, this hearkens back to that shot of Luz combining Glyphs in the trailer, and I’ve always hoped that mashing Glyphs can unlock more complex spells! I love this kind of worldbuilding where basic elements are combined in certain ways to yield more specific things, it’s making my worldbuilding brain buzz happily! And I love Luz just freely giving out stars… Lilith is SUCH an Elsa, and her friendship with Hooty is adorable! And here’s hoping that Eda uses that messed-up spell anyway, against enemies…

Overall this was an AMAZING EPISODE, so strong! Luz isn’t dense, like Alador she’s just distracted… Oh dang, maybe my Luz and Alador parallels idea wasn’t so far off? BUT YES this show promises and delivers through on these characters! I do wish we got to see more of Willow’s thought process about Odalia and Alador interrupting her life again, but with how the episode is already jam-packed with glyph lore AND Luz’s own thing, and I can see why they had to leave it out-

But give her some more spotlight, please! I wouldn’t be surprised if some things had to be cut out thanks to Disney downsizing the show… Also again, it’s interesting that based on what this episode implied; The Plant Coven is the ONLY Coven to have such a close basis in nature. If there are only four glyphs in nature, theoretically there should only be four main covens…

Belos, your system is beginning to look even MORE sketchy now! And dang, the revelations, the lore, the reveals… Not much of Emira and Edric alas, but what we got was short and sweet, and I love how they felt the need to be nice but also sneak in a prank, but Amity just sees them! And also CAT ABOMINATION, the fanart came through!

And Amity just immediately recognizing her girlfriend’s work to figure out Luz was there, I love it so much! Overall, an AMAZING episode that blew my expectations out of the water! Now after this we have Echoes of the Past, which promises even MORE in regards to King! I love that these characters are getting a lot of focus now.

Also it just occurred to me, but yeah- Edric’s occasional air-headed moments, Emira being a bit more bossy and strict… As we all speculated, they get it from their respective parents!

(Also Hop Pop cameo I see you TOH crew.)

#the owl house #the owl house luz #luz noceda #lumity #the owl house amity #amity blight #the owl house odalia #odalia blight #the owl house alador #alador blight #the owl house eda #edalyn clawthorne #the owl house lilith #lilith clawthorne #the owl house gus #augustus porter

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imkylotrash · 3 years

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Hidden Truths

Pairing: Hardin Scott x reader (Platonic)

Summary: Can you write something where the reader learns she was kidnapped at birth and Hardin helps her through the trauma? Anonymous

Warnings: Angst, kidnapping, trauma, mentions of miscarriage. Let me know if there are more.

A/N For this one Hardin stayed in England with his mom. Also one of the hardest concepts I’ve ever tried writing.

It starts out as a joke. You just want to know more about your ancestors and there’s this trend going around that you send in your DNA and it tells you all about where you come from. The 5% Ireland doesn’t surprise you. Frankly, you expected that part. It’s the 80% Canadian that surprises you. Your family hasn’t left England for centuries. You did a family tree as a school project in 3rd grade and you know your roots are English and somewhat Irish. Why would the test tell you that you’re from Canada?

“Mom? Do we have any family in Canada?” Her hesitation last only a moment but you notice it all the same.

“No, honey. We’ve never even been to Canada.” Your mom has a tell. She always lift her right eyebrow slightly whenever she’s lying to you. It’s something you picked up along the way when you watched her lie to her clients. Over the next few days you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something about Canada you need to discover.

“Maybe you’re adopted?” Hardin speculates. You’re lying on his bed while he’s placed himself in his desk chair.

“Don’t say that. My parents are my parents.”

“It’s possible. You said your mom had a weird reaction.” You hate that he’s making sense. You don’t want to believe that you’re adopted. This family is all you have and to find out it may be based on a lie would destroy you.

“But if they won’t tell me anything, I’ll never know.”

“So quick to give up?” Hardin asks with a smirk turning his laptop on. You can hear his mom rummaging downstairs and you wonder if she knows something. If maybe your mom told her something over a cup of coffee while 10-year-old you and Hardin played out in the yard.

“We could always look it up. Maybe you can access your file. If you have one.” He starts searching google for adoption agencies in Canada and even though you’re not remotely ready to consider you might be adopted, you still peek over his shoulder to see what he finds.

“If there is a file, it’s probably closed. I mean, all the shows always say those kind of cases are closed.”

“You mean TV-shows?” he chuckles not even looking up, “what the hell?” In an instance, you’re right next to him.

“What? What is it?” It’s an old article of a baby that was kidnapped. You look at the date only to realise that it’s your birthday. The baby was kidnapped the same day you were born. But that’s not the weirdest part. It’s the photo of what the baby would approximately look like now. It’s the spitting image of you. The article mentions a birthmark on the hip. The exact same place as your birthmark.

“This is seriously freaky,” Hardin comments. You tell him to close the article and pretend you didn’t find it. It’s too much information and you need to talk to your parents. But when it comes down to it, you’re too scared. It takes you weeks before you feel ready to do something. You’re terrified of the truth, of realising that your parents not only weren’t your biological parents, but that they kidnapped you as a baby. Who even does that?

“I think I need to find out,” you tell Hardin one day. He buys plain tickets to Canada within an hour. You lie to your parents as you’re packing your bag hoping that the universe forgives you. It’s not that you want to lie to them, but they’re not being truthful and you don’t trust them to tell you. In less than 24 hours you’re standing at the Canadian airport trying to catch a taxi. You don’t even know what you’re going to tell these people but all too soon you’re standing at the address mentioned in the article.

“I’m right here next to you. Just say the word and we’ll get out of here.” You’re so thankful for his support even if you don’t have the words to tell him right now. You knock on the door and your possible birth mom opens up. Her reaction is instant. Tears fill her eyes.

“Oh God,” she whispers almost reaching out to touch you.

“I found an article online of a baby that was kidnapped.” You hold up the picture with shaking hands. This may be nothing but you need to know. You need to know if you were robbed of this childhood. She invites you in for tea and you accept. Hardin is right behind you the entire time making you feel safe despite everything that’s happening. You’re pretty sure if he hadn’t come with you, your sanity would jump out the window. You try to keep the conversation with Diana light because you’re not ready to dive into the serious stuff just yet. At some point, her husband Joseph comes home from work. They’re nice people. At the end of the day, you have to return to England but you get their information to stay in touch. You want to stay longer but you’re also itching to return and confront the people who took you. Anger fills you when you think of the childhood taken. You agree to leave them a strand of hair for a DNA test so you all can get the answers you so desperately crave. It isn’t until Heathrow airport that you break down. It comes sudden and overwhelms you. Hardin holds you tight as you break apart. He keeps shushing you as he leads the two of you to the taxi outside.

“I’m sorry,” you hiccup through the sobs but he just shakes his head. There’s zero judgement in his eyes and it isn’t until you’re parked in front of your house that you realise he still hasn’t let go of you. How did your life turn into an episode of Criminal Minds?

“Do you want me to come in with you?” he asks. Maybe you should be scared to go confront them but the need for answers overshadow all the other feelings. You have to know and for some reason, you feel sure they won’t harm you.

“I think I have to do this alone.” So you hug him one last time before entering the house on your own.

“Where have you been? We’ve been worried sick!” So apparently the lie didn’t last that long.

“I went to visit Diana and Joseph. My birth parents.” You could hear a pin drop. They both stand still in utter shock.

“Anyone want to tell me why I was kidnapped?” You’re angry and hurt and terrified but you need to have this conversation in an attempt to find some peace. What you don’t expect is your mother to sit down with tears streaming down her face while your father places a hand on her shoulder.

“I had three miscarriages. It was horrible. After the third one, I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t go through the pain of losing a baby again. Instead we started looking at adoption agencies but it was expensive. There was no way we could afford it.” Shame dominates her features as she tells the story. You try to hold on to your anger but you’re looking at a broken woman. She’s unable to continue so your dad takes over.

“We finally found an agency that offered their services to a price we could afford. It was very discreet and we received no information. We didn’t know until after we got you. We never would’ve accepted it if we knew. You have to believe that. But when we heard about the missing baby, we’d had you for almost two months. And we couldn’t give you up. So we closed eyes and ears to everything on the news. In the end, we managed to convince ourselves that it wasn’t you.” It’s too much. You want them to be the villains who stole you away from your real life but you just feel sorry for them. Everything they went through. There’s no arguing that what they did was wrong and awful but they just look so sad and small standing before you.

“I need some air.” You don’t even look back but instead head straight out where you find Hardin.

“I know you said you wanted to do this alone but I figured you’d might need company.” There’s no hesitation as you walk into his arms. You have no idea what the future will bring. You want to know your birth parents. And you have no idea what to do with the people who raised you. It’s all just too much for you to comprehend right now. But you do know that Hardin will be right there through everything. In the chaos, he’s your constant and you’re forever thankful.

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The Rewatch Academy: Episode 6 of Season 1

“The Day That Wasn’t”

I am in no way a good analyst so my little analysis and speculations probably sound a bit goofy or pretty wild and probably mean nothing at all. Everything I put into this post about each episode is purely what I noticed or thought, whether it’s funny or serious. I will be making jokes, so please just leave it at that (in no way am I trying to make fun of an actor and or character!) I am also in no way saying I noticed this stuff first. This is just what I noticed while rewatching these episodes

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| 1x01 | 1x02 | 1x03 | 1x04 | 1x05 |

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☂ Klaus is lucky that he never got the briefcase shot up

☂ *Hears Klaus flush the toilet and talk* Luther: Oh good, you’re up

☂ Also Luther gave Klaus about two seconds to get up before hounding him again on getting downstairs

☂ Sounds like Tom’s accent slipped a little bit when he said “three days”

☂ Yeah they needed to have a family meeting right away and yet they took the time to go get coffee or at least order it and have it delivered

☂ “Old bastard” and “Our little psycho”

☂ I still don’t get at this point how they wouldn’t believe Five. Look at him, he himself is evidence of his time traveling! He was gone for 45 years, but to them it was only 17. Either way they try to grasp at that, Five would look older if he made it back without messing up. He knew about their father’s death without anyone telling him. I really think all the mistrust comes from the way he looks and the way he acts (they obviously believe he’s just crazy right now)

☂ “What did Five even see?”

☂ Also throw back to 1x02 and I didn’t realized this until now but Five doesn’t have his tie

☂ I know it’s for the title card gag but no one questions the random umbrella falling and popping open

☂ I aspire to be as sarcastic as Hazel

☂ So where exactly is The Commission HQ at? Is it a random location in the real world? If so then wouldn’t normal people happen to stumble upon it? What about their location in space in the comics? Is this in space?? All we know is that it’s in/based off of the year 1955

☂ “I’d like to discuss the logistics of my family’s safety at your earliest convenience.” He cuts right to what’s most important to him. No “How will you stop the apocalypse?” or “What’s my job?” and even “How will my body replacement work?”

☂ Five sounds almost like he’s snapped back into a work mindset. He's suddenly polite and calm with The Handler. Maybe being back in a work environment has made his brain automatically switch into being more professional. However he might also be acting this way to try to throw her off of him being antsy with a plan

☂ Here's some Commission posters shown throughout 1x06

☂ One of us, one of us, one of us-

☂ So basically The Commission makes up history? How do they know what to do and when to make something happen? How do they know it’s right? And what’s The Commission supposed to do when the world ends? Haven't they already fixed stuff in the past or are there just continuous time loops so they need to make sure things happen over and over again? If multiple historical events happen with multiple ways they are made, then which one gets to be in the original timeline??

☂ Dot: No hard feelings! 😁

Ma’am does it look like he’s going to accept that

☂ Wait why are Hazel and Cha-Cha considered the best Temporal Assassins if Five was/is the best?

☂ Well Five has the job of taking down the Hindenburg again but this time from behind a desk. So it’s possible to accomplish “corrections” without actually having assassins do the work. So I guess there’s just so many timelines that they need to fix every single one of them over and over? That sounds like a pain in the ass

☂ TUA portraits!

☂ Y’know I have to agree with Allison on this one. Vanya was left out, however she’s offering to talk with her about the important family matter and Vanya is just denying it. I get she’s upset, but her sister is offering to include her. After Vanya leaves Allison immediately wants to go after her to talk with her. On the other hand Allison should have told her it was an emergency meeting and that they didn’t have the time to ask Vanya to join them

☂ Klaus seems genuinely concerned/upset for Vanya

☂ “We need to figure out what causes the apocalypse. Now, there are loads of possibilities. Nuclear war, asteroids.” Wow spot on, Luther! I can’t believe they actually included foreshadowing for both apocalypses (even though technically it was a chunk of the moon, not an asteroid.) I wonder how much foreshadowing for S3 was put into S2.......

☂ I know it’s big joke about Luther and the moon, but the poor guy just really believes that he was on the moon for an important reason. I mean if I were in his shoes I would believe him too since he had to send a lot of daily updates and samples

☂ “Klaus shockingly has a point. What gives us a win this time?” Shhhh careful Diego, he’s right behind you

☂ Luther is initially the only one onboard with Five on trying to stop the apocalypse. All the others want to go off and do their own thing before the world ends. He tries to get The Umbrella Academy back together to work as a team, but his leadership skills are now severely lacking. Do people *cough cough* mainly people who hate him *cough cough* overlook Luther wanting to also get his family together to stop the apocalypse with his family? Definitely.

☂ “We need the full force of the Academy to stand a chance.” Well golly gee, Allison, what did did Luther just try to do? Was that not him trying to round up all of The Umbrella Academy to stop the apocalypse?

☂ Even though Vanya is ranting, how does she not hear all the creaking metal and shaking cars?

☂ *it’s sunny around them but just the block they’re walking on is rainy until she calms down* “ThAt’S a CoInCiDeNcE.”

☂ The hall floor and Diego’s floor are so dusty

☂ It’s sweet that Diego wants Klaus to get clean in a safe way instead of going cold turkey

☂ Dot, what does “utter silence” mean to you?

☂ “Look at you, deadly little thing.” You’re not wrong, but I don’t think he appreciates being called “thing”

☂ Such a smug smile

☂ So how does Five know all of this about Karl and his son? Does it talk about Otto never washing his hands in the file? That seems like an oddly specific detail but I guess in a case file it gives as many details as possible for the worker to figure out who needs to get assassinated

☂ There are a few cog references all relating to The Commission, so I wonder if this is a nod to “Teenagers” or if they’re just using this terminology

☂ Odd tattoos (sorry for the super blurry pic)

☂ “Can I ask you a cuckoo bananas question?” Hazel is such a fun guy

☂ “Wouldn’t it be nice to kill who you want for a change?” You mean like straight up unhinged murder?

☂ The first time I watched this Hazel and Cha-Cha scene I for sure thought that Hazel was a dead man

☂ This scene just absolutely breaks my heart 💔

☂ *skips 25:24-27:42*

☂ Diego is just so accepting to everything Klaus is saying

☂ I’m sorry, are we suddenly on the set of The Phantom of the Opera?

☂ Diego, I think you’re forgetting a very important person in your life who you let down too who is also dead......(poor Ben can’t believe what his brother just said so he leaves)

☂ “Ordinary is not a word I’d use to describe you.” You’re right, it’s “Extra Ordinary” ha! Sorry Vanya, I had to use that joke

☂ Well at least we know Five ate a sandwich

☂ How exciting! The same division that made a simple candy taste like a candy from the past, but technically it’s not the past since The Commission HQ is based in 1955, is building a human body! That sounds so promising

☂ Sooooo whatever happened to Five’s new body? Is it just sitting in a lab somewhere?? Or is The Handler just lying about it to try to get Five to stay at The Commission?

☂ With the amount of time Five was staring at the suit, it obviously hurt him to know that while he has a new body within reach, he’s not going to get it because he’s about to leave

☂ “Course it’s a bit easier to see from 30,000 feet.” What is she talking about Reconnaissance aircraft? There was no mention of aircraft though so why would she bring that up? My closest guess is that she’s referring to strategic bombing in general, or even the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki

☂ It sounds like Five suddenly has a New York accent when he says “operator” when talking to The Handler about Gloria

☂ Fuck you, Veggie Tales Hargreeves

☂ *skips 36:47-39:48*

☂ Well there’s your hit, Klaus

☂ I love the camera moving with Klaus as he falls and the transition into Vietnam

☂ “Lock and load, Charlie’s away!” Wikipedia’s definition of a “Charlie” is an American military slang referring to the Viiet Cong and North Vietnamese soldiers

☂ Klaus desperately calling out for a medic hurts my heart

☂ Well Luther if you had left then your body wouldn’t be the way it is now

☂ *fucking skips 45:41-50:00*

☂ Ooooh I just really love the entirety of the “Kill Of The Night” scene! If you listen to the lyrics it’s about someone luring someone into a trap to get revenge because they messed with the wrong person (it’s also about love but we’re going to ignore that part). I personally believe it’s aimed at The Commission from Five because the entire time it plays he’s messing things up for them and in some way it’s like a little bit of revenge from him

☂ Why is Gloria confused on who Hazel and Cha-Cha are? Hasn’t she heard their names a ton of times especially since they’re some of the best assassins?

☂ How did Five know which tubes to put the messages in?

☂ You can see at this part how Five immediately gets anxious and antsy. He has a wild look in his eyes. From this point onwards he’s constantly moving, shaking with energy, anticipation, and probably a little bit of anger

☂ “You’re a great disappointment to me.” That’s definitely not the first time he’s heard that

☂ “I don’t belong anywhere thanks to you. You made me a killer!” The first part of that stings. Obviously he feels like he doesn’t belong anywhere, but again I think has to do with the whole “good” and “bad” thing that’s going on. He feels like he doesn’t belong at home because he’s “bad” and has done a lot of dark stuff to get home (it doesn’t help that Luther voiced his acknowledgment of this to Five and now he has that in his mind that Luther knows and somewhat views him as “bad”). Five 100% feels shame in what he has done, and definitely has an issue of coming back to his family with blood on his hands form what he has done. He doesn’t belong in The Commission anymore because he doesn’t want to stay there to do their dirty work to kill or give out kill orders. He’s done with that or at least wants to be done with that life.

The last statement though is Five taking his anger and guilt about being becoming an assassin out on The Handler. She brought him into The Commission, which in turn he became the best assassin across The Space-Time Continuum. It’s not something he’s proud of, and he never enjoyed killing (as much as I want it to be the DNA alteration I just don’t think it exists in the show or at least not yet). However The Handler replies with “You were always a killer. I just pointed you in a direction.” which you can immediately tell has struck a chord with Five. For the briefest second he looks taken aback and his eyes ever so slightly open wider in shock, whether he took that as the truth or just a terrible accusation isn’t exactly clear. Either way he doesn’t like being accused or hearing the truth out loud of always being able to be murderous, a killer.

I believe it’s a mixture of The Handler just trying to get into his head and a combination of the truth. Reginald trained The Umbrella Academy to use brute force, but that doesn’t mean Five had killed anyone but he was definitely violent when it came to stopping bad guys (not to mention in the pilot script he was called a “Ruthless little war machine” after violently attacking and decapitating a bunch of mannequins)

☂ Diego: I’m going to go kill Hazel and Cha-Cha!........Riiiiight after I get done walking with my mom in the park

☂ He’s so happy to see Klaus again

☂ ✨Gremlin✨

☂ Who exactly does Five owe a debt to? Maybe his family after accidentally leaving them and now he wants to save them? Or is it a singular person?

☂ Ouch! Now that’s what I call a problem later!

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☂ Five using “Ya’ll” is weird to hear

☂ Five is talking to his siblings like he knows what’s been happening but in reality he’s rarely been at home so how would he know

☂ I love that Five doesn't even answer Diego at the end and instead just stares at his siblings

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#surprise here's another long over due post!#tra #the rewatch academy #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy

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The next morning found all the townhouse residents asleep, Celaena decided to take her leave of her brother—how she marveled at the word—through a note, citing prior obligations that needed to be attended though he was welcome to visit her in the evening if his duties could spare him, which she left with the efficient butler, who assured her the message would be delivered. The ride back home was unexpectedly short considering the roads were teeming with entourages of families returning from their country estates for the London Season or ladies running off to modistes to have their wardrobes updated with the latest fashions before the invitations started rolling ko in.

Her relief at returning was great, though she purposefully hid from her parents—or her elder sister, Eleanor—attending diligently to her correspondence. It was a miracle the stack of letters thinned at all, considering how preoccupied her mind was. Two hours after the torment of trying to focus on her letters, Celaena gave it up in favour of returning Countess Lieven's visit from last week. There was a considerable difference in age, personality and social ranks between them but both enjoyed each other's conversation, and the russian ambassadress was excellent company. Celaena did not expect to find the woman alone—the countess' drawing rooms rarely ever were—but she did look forward to sensible conversation about politics and such and was thoroughly displeased to find that esteemed lady attempting to look interested in Lady Jersey's—another lady patroness of the Almack's and a social leader whose favourite pastime was gossip—rants about the latest love affairs of Lady Caroline Lamb, and Mrs Burnwell among other ladies, who though a sensible lady did not look much pleased with Celaena, though she could not tell if it was because of her rank or her public insult to the lady's beloved niece—Lady Perrington—at the dinner party the other day. Despite the former's thrice professed hatred for the topic, Lady Jersey lament about Caroline Lamb extensively and with all the knowledge of one well-informed of her activities. The other ladies listened keenly and with interest, and by the end of their visit, Celaena felt she knew Caroline's social life better than her own and the countess looked ready to pull her hair out.

"I cannot stand her hypocrisy," said Her Ladyship once they were alone, "condemning Caroline—as obnoxious as she is—for her 'love affairs' when her own mother-in-law is so infamous a mistress to the Prince of Wales. If she thinks it is different just because the Royal House of Hanover is involved—oh, I cannot countenance her. It is a pity she should be such a public figure that I cannot avoid her, or I should happily see the back of that one. Come, my dear," said she, noticing her friend smile behind her teacup, "you came looking for an enjoyable half hour and were instead subjected to gossip and derision. You cannot have anything to say in Lady Jersey's defence?" this said with a tone that indicated she did not know how anyone could have anything to say in Lady Jersey's defence.

"I cannot defend her, but I can understand why she thinks the situations are different—it's not because the prince regent is involved, but rather Caroline's utter lack of discretion. I could easily forgive her affairs if they caused harm to no one but herself, but alas, as it is, her husband's standing in society is affected by her behaviour." This was said in reference to Lady Heathcote's ball in July, 1813 where, after being publicly insulted by her—former?—lover, Lord Byron, she had slashed at her wrists with a broken wineglass and only her mother-in-law Lady Melbourne's prompt thinking and quick intervention had kept her from serious harm. When it became clear she had no suicidal tendencies, the whole affair attached such a ridiculous air to all the parties involved, it could not have been in anyone's favour.

"You would condone her actions if she were only being discreet?" asked Countess Lieven, surprised.

"Perhaps not condone, no," said she, "but I would not object to them. Really, she and her husband are both adults in a marriage that is less a marriage and more a business contract based on terms and conditions. If both decide between themselves that the other can look for love—or rather, a lover—outside their household, and if they can manage it discreetly, what is the harm in it? Viscount Melbourne admits himself he does not care for his wife, nor she for him. If they must remain in a marriage neither wants, I do not see the harm in looking for satisfaction outside with both spouses' consent."

"But you would not act in the same way in her place," accused she.

"If my marriage was more like hers?" she wondered aloud. "I would hope to reach an understanding with my husband we can both be happy with." Seeing her friend look unconvinced, she said, "Really, I strongly believe that if something makes you happy, you must ask yourself if it harms someone? If it does not, I would not hold myself back out of respect for society's ridiculous edicts; not at the expense of my happiness."

"Adultery would be a disrespect to one's marital vows."

"Oh, certainly," agreed she, "but are they not already disrespecting their marital vows by vowing to love each other? I would rather a husband and wife live by an arrangement that keeps both happy than be miserable trying to respect marriage vows they never truly meant."

Countess Lieven who herself was faithful to her husband—a rarity among the upper ten thousands, whose own marriage was arranged and who lived—if not happily, than in a content state of harmony with her husband, could have nothing more to say on this subject, so she steered the conversation away from it. "I suppose you are thinking of the Whitethorns when you mention that example? I admit I was surprised to hear from Mrs Burnwell earlier Mr Whitethorn appreciated your company so—oh, do not be offended, dear—it is only that I have never seen him appreciate anyone's company at all, though I say he has fine taste if he does indeed show you preference."

Celaena had been thinking of him in relation to the subject, but denied it. "I do not think their troubles can be solved simply by taking lovers." Celaena put her teacup down and leaned forward, more to stop drinking the overly sweet concoction than to show interest in the subject. "I had the impression those two do not get on because she is not suited to the duties his rank and station entails and he is not equipped with enough knowledge or patience to know how to guide her in it. They are bound by constraints of society in a marriage that makes both miserable."

Countess Lieven looked at her speculatively before the subject was dropped.

A perverse curiosity drove her to mention meeting Mr Galathynius and Lord Fenrys, which had the happy effect of inducing the countess to volunteer information about that family.

"The House of Galathynius," said she, "has been suffering from a lack of inactivity. Lord Rhoe lost a child some years ago and has not been the same since. His father abdicated his title after a severe bout of influenza in their county, but he soon recovered. The damage was done; Rhoe, the poor man was not prepared for the title and his estates and position suffered for it; now his sons take care of the properties while he pursues politics. The grandfather constantly battles them for power but he does not have half the influence as Viscount Layton—that is the elder brother, hardly social at all, so solemn and reserved but he is a responsible man. Far better than the rakes and dandies of town spending their days in the club, neck deep in debts of honor."

"Viscount Layton? I have not heard much of him at all, aside from his fondness for the written word."

"So you would not, for Galathynius is a name that does not appear in the tabloids often. The younger son does not have the trademark grave countenance of his forefathers—he inherited the ashryver charm from his mother and the elder is so antisocial, he hides himself in the country. For two boys who lost their sister and mother at an early age and were brought up by an uninterested father, they grew up to be fine indeed."

"The Countess of Narrowcreek, yes. Mrs Burnwell told me she was a fine lady."

"Lady Helen was, not pretty but so well-mannered and polite! She died of fever an year after her daughter, though some say it was the heartbreak that killed her."

"They are a big family, are they not? You said something about the ashryvers? I met one of them."

"Yes, the cousins," said she, "fine young men, all either determined bachelors or trapped in poor marriages. The ashryvers don't have their Galathynius cousins' impeccable reputations but the natural ashryver charm easily accounts for that." The Countess smiled knowingly and she shifted in her seat at the silent implication that she was interested in one of them—god forbid—and not wanting to further this idea, Celaena was obliged to put an end to this line of inquiry and introduced a generally neutral topic of conversation. Though Celaena was far too aware of the speculative look on the countess' face everytime she looked at her, the visit ended pleasantly on both sides, with one party anxious and the other intrigued with the subjects of conversation introduced.

That afternoon, Celaena was admitted into Lysandra's modest apartments by a housemaid who bade her to wait in the drawing room. Impatient to her own detriment, she thought nothing of barging into her friends' room and was wholly unprepared for the sight she was met with.

"Oh, no," said she, stupidly, "I-I came to talk, I didn't know—Captain Ashryver, I-I-oh."

Celaena flushed, prompting the colonel to fish for his clothes while he clutched the bedsheet in an attempt to cover his lower-half. The poor man looked ready to fling himself off the nearest cliff, which soothed her mortification somewhat. Like all englishwomen of respectable birth, Celaena had a suppressed but prurient curiosity that was only encouraged by the books available in her father's well-stocked library. Her odd fascination with the ladies of the demi-monde had been one of the initial reasons she extended an acquaintanceship with the courtesan who was now her dearest friend, though she soon learned to love the lady for her own merits. However, all education in that area did not prepare her for exposure to such a sight. She colored, gaped, stammered an incoherent excuse about needing air and fled the room. Her distress increased when Captain Ashryver stepped out of the room first, properly dressed to the boot.

He bowed formally, which seemed absurd given what had passed before.

"Captain Ashryver."

He flushed. "Miss Sardothein. It is—it is actually Colonel Ashryver now."

Celaena murmured vague congratulations, studiously avoiding his eyes. "I thought you were still with the army, sir, in Brussels—I am surprised to find you here. Do you know yet how long you will stay with us?"

"Six months," said he, looking away.

"Aedion," called she, startling him with her address of his given name, "I hope you know you are as dear to me as a brother. If there is anything you wish to talk about, I would happily listen to you."

Hesitation warred with trust in his eyes, and he looked cautiously towards the bedroom.

"I will not betray your confidence to anyone," she assured him firmly.

Aedion looked at his hands, blonde strands of hair falling in front of his eyes. "I was offered a posting here in London and—and I am not sure if I can accept it."

"It must be hard," she observed, "to give up a career you spent half your life pursuing."

"It is, and yet, it is not the only reason. I didn't choose to go to the army—I—when my grandfather found out about my inclinations," this word was spat out with enough venom that she knew what he thought about the man, "he sent me there and I accepted it as my lot, as if I were a second son. I don't know if father knows why I insisted on joining the army but, gods, I did belong there, with my men—there were some others from aristocratic families like mine who hoped any unusual proclivities would be beaten out of us there. It was just part of a job—killing people was not a good thing or a bad thing—it just was. But I was at Hougomont, Celaena," this being one of the chateaus in the village of Waterloo, "and by God, I never saw so much death as I saw there, so many friends dead, their wives widowed, their—their children orphans. I did not—if I have to see a war half so drastic as that again, I do not think I will survive it."

Celaena reached for his hand, frowning. "Then why hesitate?"

"I did not go there by choice; he—my grandfather, that is—forced me into it and he will not be pleased if I am against him. If he decides to cut off my allowance, on a colonel's payroll alone, I will not have nearly enough to pay off Lysandra's debts."

"I can help with that—"

"No." His voice was soft, but firm.

"Aedion, don't be foolish. You haven't much choice. You said yourself you could not survive another war and I could—"

"I said no."

"Pride goeth before a fall, colonel."

"Pride!" exclaimed he, looking resentful at the implication. "It is hardly that. You know what Arobynn did the last time you tried to pay off those debts—and whatever you can spare from your allowance, you need to save for your own future. Lysandra is not the only one bound to a monster by law."

She did know, but because she felt like being difficult, Celaena scoffed. "Say what you mean, sir. You do not wish to have help from a woman. If it had been a male friend offering instead, you would have jumped to accept—"

He threw his hands up. "You are putting words in my mouth."

"I am saying what you are too proud to admit out loud."

Aedion did not take the bait, replying calmly that he would not save one of his ladies from the Hamel's fire only to throw the other in it. Celaena could find nothing snappish to say to that, but having gotten over her own embarassment, she was determined to be difficult. "This is all well and good," said she, "but I hope the next time you will lock your door."

"The maid knew to leave you here," argued he. "If you had followed the instructions—"

"Instructions!" cried she. "This is not an army camp, colonel, and I am not a fellow soldier under your authority."

"I say, a good thing you are not. You have not the discipline for a soldier's life."

"If all your men are as disagreeable as you, I am happy to have missed the chance." Clamping down on the very inappropriate desire to stomp her foot on the ground, she turned her face away. "At least I am well-mannered enough to not lay blame on others for my own faults."

"Fine manners you have indeed, walking into someone's bedroom unannounced."

"The door was open," argued she, weakly.

"The latch broke last night," he flushed and she decided she did not wish to know how. Celaena felt a pair of accusing eyes fixed on her. "But the incident was a fitting punishment for you—I hope you will think twice before doing that again."

To no one's surprise, they retreated into a calm silence while their tempers cooled off. Both were impulsive and hot-headed, too similar to never fight and too prideful to give in, and they had surprised everyone—including themselves—by striking up a lasting friendship that had suffered through time and distance. Propriety dictated an unmarried woman could not write to a bachelor, so she had her father address it for her; society said they would be ruined if they were found together without a chaperone, so they started meeting in each other's homes, where they could not be found at all; decorum demanded they speak not a word of love untill the gentleman offered marriage—and that the lady should not at all say anything but a polite yes, so they talked of everything but marriage. Their showdowns with each other were frequent something to watch—and friend was not at all an ideal title to assign to an eligible gentleman; it raised many an eyebrow at balls and dinner parties where the Colonel was so attentive to her, and all felt certain a marriage proposal was not far away. Speaking materially, it would be a splendid match—with his rank as the penniless second son of an earl—and her, an accomplished society woman with an inheritance big enough for all to overcome the worst of their prejudices about trade. It would have been a splendid match; if he wasn't taken and if she was more amicable to the idea of marriage, that is. Celaena thought guiltily of all he had done for her, fending off suitors determinedly like a dutiful elder brother all the while pretending to be one, and she wondered shortly what he would say if he knew who she was. Did he know her brothers, or Lord Fenrys perhaps? He would be sceptical at first, she knew, and then he would be pleased she was close to being free of Arobynn's shadow. Celaena looked up to do something—to tell him perhaps or to apologise? But there, he had his eyes fixed on her already—his eyes, thought she, were turquoise blue ringed with gold. Oh.

Celaena rose from her seat, saying unsteadily, "Forgive me, but I just remembered I have an appointment at my modiste."

"I can drop you—"

"No, no," she was already out of her seat, donning her cloak, "I came in my carriage. Pray, tell Lysandra I will return tomorrow."

The carriage ride back home was so short, she hardly felt it. Celaena had not much time to ruminate on her present realisation, but she felt stupid at her distress a few minutes ago. Her new family—a reality which had seemed like such a surety this morning—was now shrouded in doubts. Aedion had not recognised her as his cousin for years, and if he who was practically her mirror image by all accounts, did not, no one else could be expected to believe her claim by one look at her face. But what other proof had she? It was with near trepidation that she entered her house, and was happily recieved by her brother who had been waiting in her parlor for a half hour.

"I thought," said he, "I should personally come to you with an invitation to a dinner party tonight at my home—our home, rather. I should like to reintroduce you to relations who are already in town—they have all been waiting so long, Aelin, if you like? You are acquainted with most of them already, and I know father wishes to apologise."

"He does? I hope he is feeling better after that—that attack." Celaena thought ashamedly how little consideration she had given him except to worry the others might follow his lead, believing her to be a fortune huntress.

"He is," assured James, "He refused to believe me when I told him—and then to see you, looking so much like mama, he was overset. But he is fine now, and very remorseful, dearest. I hope you will not hold that first impression against him for long—we had all quite lost hope, and it seems fragile still, like I would look away from you for a moment and you would disappear into the mist, he was being cautious."

"I will try my best," she promised in an attempt to appease.

Celaena knew she was blessed with a handful of attractive features that compensated for the majority of average ones; and, by early adolescence, she had discovered that with the help of cosmetics, these average features could easily match the extraordinary assets. Vanity she had always acknowledged freely to be her chief sin after pride, and she felt her nerves ease at the familiar ritual of having herself pushed into a pretty dress, her hair tugged and pulled before an event. By the time she was dressed in a fine evening gown of soft pink muslin, golden curls pinned atop her head with diamond pins gifted by her brother—a family heirloom, apparently—she was almost beaming on her brother's arm. In the carriage, she distracted herself by asking him questions about his involvement in the House of Lords, their father's health and had the immense pleasure of hearing him talk about meating Madame d'arbley who wrote Cecilia, which had been her favourite novel since she first read it. The talk soon turned to the night's guests and she inquired after their identity.

"You already know Fenrys and the younger Mr Whitethorn; Fenrys' parents will be there, as will our father and Rowan's parents, his elder brother is out of town and his younger sister, Mrs Parkinson and her husband could not attend, and the little Whitethorn boys will come too; though their mother holds the traditional belief that children should eat in the nursery until they are fifteen, so I do not know if they will be present at dinner."

"Rowan—that is Mr Whitethorn's given name, yes? I met his children before," said she, "in the park yesterday. They were sweet, well-mannered boys."

Her brother allowed it to be so, regaling her with anecdotes of their youth and Celaena felt she had never spent a half hour half as entertained before.

"Really, Rhoe," said Lady Meave, rising from her seat, "you are being absurd. I would think thirteen years of grief would make you accept it, but you are starting to grow more deranged with time."

The family members had all arrived a half hour ago when Rhoe explained the purpose of the meeting. James believed that the family would be informed of the situation before meeting Aelin so the element of surprise would not bring out ill-mannered reactions and accusations like this one and Rhoe had agreed to do it himself as the head of the household, though whether he did out of obligation or out of a desire to redeem himself in Aelin's eyes, Fenrys could not tell. Their cousins had more or less recieved the news with good grace, curious but tentatively delighted. The Whitethorns were curious, though Lady Mora expressed her delight at the news repeatedly and tearfully. Lord Jared was more reserved in his congratulations—a reserved disposition was a Whitethorn trait—as was his son, Rowan, who seemed more curious than anything else. His wife made incoherent noises about how nice it must be to be surrounded by all of one's relations, which made her husband stiffen. It was public knowledge Mr Whitethorn's relationship with his mother-in-law was contentious. She was a widow who lived in her father the earl's home, infamous for her very public affairs with Lord Shuttleton and the Marquess of Mowry, and did not have much regard for propriety or morals. The Earl had recently sent her back to live with her relations in Scarborough, prompting Mrs Whitethorn to insist her mother be invited to stay indefinitely in her home instead, an idea which Mr Whitethorn did not approve of. This served to increase the tension between the mismatched couple, and that Mrs Whitethorn seemed wholly unaware of it only served to aggravate her husband more. Fenrys was saved from replying when Lady Meave having finally processed the news, loudly and fervently denied it.

Rhoe did not look at all perturbed. He said, "We thought Aelin died, because we found a girl's dead body—which was unrecognizable—and an anklet near it. I am now ashamed I did not once consider it might not be her, for if I had, perhaps she would have been with us—but I do intend to make up for the lost years, cousin. I believe the anklet we procured was either circumstancial evidence or a delibrate cover-up. I have hired private investigators to look into the matters, though we have not much hope, but as it stands, I believe—no, I know—Aelin is alive and will be joining us all for dinner. Oh no," he added quickly, holding up a hand to forestall their aunt's objections, "This is not a discussion where Your Ladyship can pitch in her own two cents. If you are not prepared to acknowledge Aelin, you may see yourself out."

"You are putting a lot of faith in a fortune-hunter."

"Really, my lady," interrupted Fenrys, bemusedly, "I have met the lady on three occassions before; I can assure you she looked like an ashryver—"

"That proves nothing!" cried she, acerbically. "How do we know she is not one of your father's by-blows, hoping to extract a fortune? You are the one who put this whole idea in James' head—so perhaps, perhaps you are in cahoots with her."

"Sister!" exclaimed Mora, wide-eyed at the acid spewing from her mouth.

Poor woman—bless her gentle heart—looked scandalized her sister would even think those accusations, let alone voice them out loud. Rowan patted his mother's arm, looking pained while his father turned all sorts of blue and red. Lord Jared was offended on the behalf of his dearest friend—Fenrys' father, the Earl of Bedford. To Fenrys, the idea that his noble, stuck-up, proper and prudish father would have a mistress—let alone a bastard child—was laughable.

"Hold your tongue there, Meave," chided Lord Jared disapprovingly. "This childish petulance does not become you."

"You believe him?" Seeing none of them deny the accusation, she said, "If you are determined to fool yourself, please do. I will have no part in the downfall of this family." And so saying, she turned on her heel and left.

"If anyone else has grievances with this new discovery," said Rhoe, "they may join Meave in her self-inflicted banishment from my homes."

"Oh, Rhoe," said Lady Mora, defending her sister. "I hope you will forgive her. The news was very much surprising, and I think she was much surprised. I am sure she was only being cautious to save you from one she thought was a fortune hunter. We are all very happy little Aelin is back." Fenrys thought he would not assign so pure a motive to his other aunt's outburst but Mora was a compassionate soul, incapable to think meanly of others so he let the statement go unchallenged. Before the silence could turn awkward, he heard Colonel Ashryver say dryly, "Well, at least when Aelin comes, we can assure her there is no lack of entertainment here."

"If I recall, she was rather fond of drama as a child," agreed he.

"No, no, that was Fenrys," said a voice in the doorway. "Aelin just liked to follow him in whatever he did." James looked affectionately at his sister, escorting her inside.

Aelin smiled at Fenrys who kissed her cheek. "Welcome home, Aelin."

"It's Lady Aelin now, sir."

Two different voices called 'Miss Sardothein?!' though no one paid them much attention as Lord Rhoe stepped forward tentatively in front of his daughter.

"Aelin," he said.

Fenrys tried instead to look at Rowan and Aedion, both of whom were gaping inelegantly but failed, eyes repeatedly snapping back to Aelin who was watching the old man warily. She returned his bow with a curtsy, then rose on her toes to kiss his cheek. "Father."

Lord Rhoe said tearfully, "Oh, Aelin."

"It is all forgiven," said she quietly, in response, "I was surprised too."

He was almost disappointed when Aedion interrupted the father-daughter reunion. "You," said he accusingly, turning to the lady of the hour, "You knew the truth this morning?"

"Yes."

"You didn't tell me."

"With all the commotion of the morning—which by the by was your fault—I did not realize," said Aelin. "And when I did, I was too surprised to do anything more than flee."

"Wait," said James, suspiciously. "This morning? I thought you were to attend your business affairs this morning, Aelin."

Aedion's face flushed, matching Aelin's in it's hue. "Yes, well," she said, "I had, uh, some calls to return."

"You called on Aedion?" asked Fenrys, surprised.

It was terribly improper for a gentlewoman to call alone on a bachelor, but with her formerly a tradesman's daughter, Aelin did not bother to stick with the more ridiculous edicts of society; she would not have accepted their dinner invitation if she had. Besides as far as he was concerned, Aelin could grow two heads, murder someone or dye her hair lavender and he would still consider her perfect. Fenrys did not know about the others but he had missed the little spitfire terribly; pranks were not nearly enough fun without her trying to stifle her giggles by his side.

"I did not call on him; rather, on a friend he too was calling on," she defended herself. Her face was red.

James narrowed his eyes, looking between them. "You are courting each other!"

"Heavens no!" said Aedion. "Believe me, you have nothing to fear on that account." At the look of mock-offense on her face, he smirked. "You are not half as pretty as you think you are, Cel—Aelin."

"Did I permit you to address me so informally?" she asked primly. "Considering I look almost the same as you do, my appearance is not something you should be disparaging, colonel."

Rhoe huffed in amusement, "Yes, well, come along, children, there are others waiting to be introduced."

And so they did, though Fenrys could tell James was not yet convinced there was nothing between the two. Lady Mora was every bit as pleased as she had claimed, greeting her cousins' daughter with pure delight. Lord Jared was more formal, though not at all unkind. Mrs Whitethorn had a distracted air towards her, though she did smile pleasantly and Fenrys could detect no animosity in her. It was Mr Whitethorn—Rowan—whose reaction surprised him the most. He looked—pained, almost—which did not quite make sense, though perhaps that was just his discomfort with strangers shining through. The civilities were only just exchanged when the butler announced dinner was ready and the whole party proceeded inside in an informal order, Rhoe ditching the normal propriety edicts in favour of leading his daughter into dinner. He seated her at the opposite end of the long, mahogany table as himself, in the seat reserved for the mistress of the house.

Aelin's answering smile was a lot more genuine than before.

Dinner passed almost pleasantly, the seven course meal enough to sustain the conversation for some time and if the silence ever stretched, it did not stay long. With fine conversationalists like Fenrys and James at the same table, and with Aelin's lively manners the atmosphere was merry enough to overcome even the infamous Whitethorn reserve, Lord Jared expounding passionately on the fine horses in his stables on such occassions when provoked. Mr Whitethorn talked animatedly of books—but only with Aelin and only when she delibrately directed her statements to him—and even Mrs Whitethorn ventured a few shy remarks here and there. They were in the best of spirits when in the middle of the dinner by the end when the men stood up to retire to the study for port—a traditional seperation of sexes following dinner—when the door opened. The poor butler hastily entered the room behind the new addition, struggling to keep up with the man's but determined to follow the protocol, announcing to the room between pants, Viscount Preston, Lord Edward Galathynius of Graceview.

Celaena's fork clattered on the floor; her eyes were fixed on the dark-haired man, curls just barely pushed away from his face. A light pink tinted his cheeks and the tip of his nose—a result of the biting wind outside—and dust clung to the lapels of his overcoat, white cravat almost coming apart. Edward's eyes so identical to her own were entirely cold; he bowed formally to the dinner guests and she had the impression he had stormed inside unaware of them. He did not see me, she thought, embarassed as he was at having the attention directed at him. Edward's eyes went over the crowd in a quick movement and he murmured polite greetings—until they caught on her and her heart thumped wildly inside her chest. Edward's noble mein was intimidating and his features arranged neutrally and she worried the boy whose memory she had clung to for years was but an illusion until he whispered her name 'Aelin' with a quite awe and muted wonder; for the first time, it felt like hers. Then he choked on a sob; Aelin was running at him and he had his arm around her, a movement so natural like he had been doing it all his life.

Aelin buried her face in her brother's neck, trying to commit his scent to memory.

"Shh," said he, lovingly, caressing her cheek with one hand, "Please don't cry, dearest."

"You smell like horses," said Aelin, tearfully. "It's making my eyes water."

Edward threw his head back and laughed, a sound rare enough, she could feel her cousins' surprise from behind them. He sighed quietly, a small, contented noise that made her smile. "I missed you, Aelin, though I know I have no right to say that. Had I done something differently—"

"Ridiculous man," said Aelin, tenderly wiping the tears from his cheeks. "James told me you were not four and ten; what could you have done? I have long since learned not to regret what has passed and make the best of my lot. I had a good life, brother," she told him, squeezing his hands, "if not a perfect one. I—I was brought up with an education no lady recieves. It suits my disposition perfectly and you may call me selfish but I am happy I had that chance—though I wish we had more time together."

Edward smiled softly, "We have all the time in the world now."

"Perhaps not all the time," she teased with an imp-like grin, seeing the whole table's attention fixed on them, "After all, you are in dire need of a bath and if I am forced into your vicinity for another half hour, I shall faint from the horror of it." Edward too stiffened, and she realised the extent of his shyness. "Refresh yourselves, sir," ordered Aelin, in her best haughty tone, and had the desired effect of making him laugh, "and when you are ready, you may call for me. I will bring a dinner tray to you and we may talk all we like."

Edward bowed gallantly. "I am but your loyal servant, madam." He kissed her cheek and she detected in him a hesitation to leave.

"I will not go anywhere," assured Aelin, smilingly, "I promise I will not."

Edward formally took his leave of the dinner party and retired to his rooms. Aelin collected herself, joining the ladies with an enthusiasm she did not feel.

No one commented on the happy tears that flowed from her cheeks.

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mrsgreenworld · 3 years

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Okay, it's impossible to predict what the writers have planned and where they're going with this amnesia storyline. So this idea for an angsty one-shot, that just popped in my head, is pure speculation. It's also canon divergence since I am going to ignore Eda's fake engagement to Deniz that's apparently coming, based on the second fragman for episode 30.

Let's imagine it going this way: some time passes and Serkan starts getting to know Eda. There are some situations where they're forced to spend time together so Serkan gradually starts falling for Eda all over again + he keeps seeing the flashes. Then Serkan and Selin's engagement party takes place and Eda shows up in her yellow dress. Serkan is assaulted by the memories from their fake engagement party. But they scare the hell out of him and after the party he tells Selin they should get married as soon as possible. They decide to do it in a week but don't announce until a couple of days before the wedding. Feeling defeated, Eda transfers her shares to Serkan and asks Engin to give Serkan the envelope with the docs, saying it's her wedding present. On the wedding day, Eda packs her bags and goes to the airport to go to Italy. At the same time, during the wedding, Serkan gets all his memories back. He chases Eda who's on her way to the airport (hello, episode 12 parallel).

Declaimer: I don't own the show or any of its character. All of them belong to the SCK writers, the production company and FOX channel.

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It Shouldn't Be This Hard

Thank god Engin and Pırıl were at the wedding when it happened. They had made it a point that they didn't support his decision but they couldn't leave him completely alone, given that even his mother had refused to "take part in this farce" and watch him throw away his happiness and future.

So, when Serkan was suddenly assaulted by all of the memories, his mind on overdrive, head ready to explode, vision getting blurry, breaths becoming short, his friends were there to literally catch him, when his knees buckled.

"Abi? Are you okay, Abicim?" Serkan heard his best friend's worried voice that, however, sounded muffled and strangely far away.

Serkan felt two pairs of hands pulling him somewhere and then pushing him to sit down.

"Eda?... Where's Eda?" were the first words Serkan managed to utter.

"Eda? Abi, do you... do you remember?"

Serkan just nodded, the motion making him slightly sick.

"Oh, thank god!" Pırıl and Engin exclaimed at the same time.

"Abi..."

Something in Engin's voice made Serkan lift his head and he blinked, trying to focus on his friend's face. His vision was still blurry, so he was only able to see the outline of Engin's face.

"What is it? Where is she?"

"She's leaving, Abi. She's flying to Italy today".

"What? When?"

"I don't know exactly when her flight is. I think it's possible she hasn't left yet".

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go! But you'll have to drive, I can barely see your face".

The rest happened in a blur: getting to Engin's car, driving to Eda's house, frantically banging on Eda's front door, only to have Melo open it and tell them that Eda had left about fifteen minutes ago. Deniz was driving her to the airport.

Serkan and Engin got in the car, in the hopes they could still catch up with Eda. While Engin's car was whooshing through the traffic on the road, leading to the airport, Serkan couldn't help but remember his mad chase after Eda's taxi all those months ago. He would get to her on time again. He would be able to stop her and convince her to stay.

"Look, Abi! I think that's Deniz's car! Yes, I recognise it! It's definitely his car!"

Serkan urged Engin to drive faster to catch up with the vehicle. Engin started honking to make Deniz notice them. Luckily, he did notice them and soon pulled over at the quay, much like the one where Serkan declared his love for the first time.

Engin barely stopped the car, when Serkan was already pulling the door open and jumping out. He basically ran to Deniz's auto. Once he reached it, Serkan pulled the passenger door open and practically fell to his knees in front of it, relieved.

"Eda!"

She was looking at him with wide eyes, confused.

"Serkan?..." she asked tentatively.

"Yeah... It's me... It's me, baby. I'm back" he whispered and reached out a hand to cup her face.

When Serkan's right palm came into contact with Eda's cheek, all breath left her and she closed her eyes. She didn't stay long like this, however. She pulled away and turned to Deniz. They exchanged a few words in hushed voices and then Eda was moving to climb out of the car. Serkan sprung to his feet and backed away.

Once Eda was out of the car, she looked over him, her eyes guarded.

"Is that really you?" she asked in a whisper.

Serkan started nodding frantically and took a step forward, closing the distance between them. He took her face in both of his hands and leaned his forehead into hers, just like on their wedding day. Only this time it wasn't a goodbye. It was a hello and welcome. It was them finally reunited after all this lost time.

Eda let out a half-laugh that was half-sob and her hands moved to cover his on the sides of her face. But the second she rested her hands on his, her whole body jerked and she practically jumped away from him, as if she had been burned. Serkan looked at her, confused, his hands holding onto the air now, instead of her face. She looked horrified and he followed her gaze to his left hand, only to see a ring. A wedding ring sitting firmly on his ring finger. Serkan felt his own eyes widen.

No-no-no... Not this, please... This couldn't have happened...

"Eda, please, let me..."

He wanted to take a step closer but she backed away from him until her back hit Deniz's car. Eda closed her eyes, drew a couple of calming breaths through her nose and opened her eyes again to meet Serkan's pleading gaze.

"I can't do this anymore, Serkan" she said quietly.

There was no heat, no anger, no hurt, no disappointment in her voice or on her face. Only this tiredness and utter... defeat.

"What do you mean? What can't you do?" Serkan asked dumbly, knowing very well what she'd meant.

"This" she said, motioning between them.

"It shouldn't be this hard. This love... Us... What we get are just moments, snippets of happiness that are followed by weeks and months of heartbreak and this excruciating pain. And it shouldn't be like this".

"It's not gonna be like this. It's never gonna be like this. That's it, that's the last obstacle we had to overcome and we did. Nothing is going to come between us ever again".

"Did we? Overcome this?"

"Of course we did. I remember everything! I am here!"

"You getting your memories back doesn't magically fix everything, Serkan. I need you to come back to me, as you".

"I am back!"

"I need you to come to me as my Serkan, not someone else's husband!"

Her words rang between them and stung him more than any slap across the face ever had.

"This means nothing. She means nothing... Look!"

Serkan pulled at the ring until it was off and then just sent it flying.

"You can throw this ring away all you want but it doesn't change the fact that you're married now. You married her. And as long as you're married to her, there won't be us".

"I will fix it, I swear! Just give me time. Please".

"You have all the time in the world" Eda said and turned to the car.

"Wait! What... what are you doing?"

Eda turned to face him again.

"I'm going to Italy, Serkan. And I'm already running late for my flight".

"What? No! You cannot go. Please, don't go. Not now, not like this!"

"I have already given up on my chance to go to Italy once, for you. I am not doing it again".

Serkan knew he had no right to ask her to stay and sacrifice her dreams for him yet again. So he just asked, resigned:

"How long are you going for?"

"A couple of months".

"Months???"

"Yes, I will prepare my thesis and final project there".

Serkan just nodded.

"So... What will happen to us?"

"I will finish my education and you will take this time to heal and deal with your wife, whichever way you see fit".

Serkan flinched upon hearing Eda refer to Selin as his "wife".

"Come to me, when you're ready, Serkan Bolat. When you're truly you".

With these final words to him, Eda climbed back into the car.

Serkan knew he had no choice but watch his Peri Kızı fly away from him this time.

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nearlymanaged · 4 years

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21. The Long Wait and James’ Exasperation

“Remus!” Suzy, a bespectacled Gryffindor sixth year with enchanted flowers braided into her hair, caught up with him.

“Hey,” Remus stopped, holding the portrait hole open for her.

“Thanks…” She breathed out as she climbed in with an armful of assorted spellbooks, quills, parchment, and ink bottles. “My bag broke today,” she explained.

“I’m sorry,” he offered a genuine smile. “My bag’s broken once, too. Granted, it was being held by James and Sirius. Who were flying on two separate brooms at the time. So maybe not quite the same...”

Suzy let out a tickled laugh and almost dropped half of her things just then. Remus, however, reacted in time and, with a flick of his wand, lifted all of the weight out of the girl’s arms. “Thanks again,” she beamed.

“No worries. Well, have fun with…” he gently pushed one of the books, floating mid-air, out of the way, “History of Magic,” he said after a glance at the cover. “Ah yes, the class that, six years in, has taught me how to take notes while napping…”

Suzy laughed again, taking over the steering of her possessions with her own wand now. “That’s actually hilariously accurate… Maybe we could work on our homework together sometime, for moral support?”

“I do lead a study group every Thursday… Although lately, it’s been more like every once in a blue moon, whenever we can squeeze it into everyone’s schedules...”

“Maybe you and I can have a private study group then?”

“Er…” Remus stammered while his brain worked to figure out whether Suzy was asking him out or genuinely trying to get some help with homework. For some reason, he thought, the older he got, the harder it was to read anyone. “I’m absolute shite at History of Magic..?” He attempted with a shrug.

“Then maybe I can tutor you some?”

Ah… It certainly sounded like the girl’s interests spanned beyond homework. A mild panic was setting in as Remus tried to come up with an appropriate response, but nothing came to mind. So he decided to just go for it, as clumsy and awkwardly as he knew it would come out.

Thing was, Remus never really came out to people. Yes, obviously he had been open about his sexuality with Vincent, and at this point, most (if not all) of his friends had caught on, and, matter of fact, he didn’t care if the whole school knew. He felt like a bit of a freak anyway, what’s another thing to add to the list? He just never went around talking about it. In all fairness, it was probably because he’d gotten used to keeping it to himself at home, with his dad around. He could hardly imagine having that conversation with his family (“Hey dad, guess what? I’m gay!”) so he had sort of pushed that idea aside and moved on altogether. But now, he inhaled deeply in anticipation...

“Suzy... I’m…”

“Alright, I’ll just say it… I just need a couple of bottles of butterbeer and I…”

“...ga-- What?” Remus froze all of a sudden, only his eyelids fluttering in a rapid succession of baffled blinks.

“Did you...just say you’re gay?” Suzy peered at him, looking no less confused than he felt.

“I…er...”

“I knew it,” someone uttered in a group of fifth years flocking around the nearest sofa.

“Nevermind that,” Remus mumbled while wishing to literally die right then and there. “You said you need butterbeer?”

“Ehm, yes. I know that you and your friends know where to get some…” Suzy, very graciously, employed a facial expression determined to ignore Remus’ little outburst.

He hastily assured her that he’d talk to his friends and get some butterbeer for her during their next expedition to a mysterious source that Suzy had no business knowing anything about anyway. Still feeling the burning embarrassment pulsing all the way from the pit of his stomach to the top of his head, Remus turned to run upstairs to put his stuff away and maybe suffocate himself with a pillow while he was at it. Before he could leave the scene of his mortification, however, he was beckoned over by the very giggly duo of Lily and Dorcas.

“Rem, did you just yell ‘I’m gay’ at--”

“Five points from Gryffindor.”

Lily let out a loud gasp that somehow ended with an indignant squeal. “James told me you do that…” She crossed her arms over her chest and pursed her lips, but didn’t say another word about the topic.

“Welcome to the club, Remus,” Dorcas grinned at him. “I always knew there was a reason I liked you. Straight people can be so...intense sometimes -- no offense, Lily,” she finished with a smirk.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you can’t judge all straight people based on Potter…”

Both Dorcas and Remus cackled at this. “What about you, miss I Hate This Arrogant Toerag But I’ll Still Spend Every Waking Moment Hanging Out Around Him?” Remus tilted his head rather eloquently with a little quirk of his eyebrows.

“Oh! Please! Pshh!” Lily started shuffling around in her seat with an outraged glare.

“That’s what I’ve noticed, too!” Dorcas beamed at Remus. “She can’t get enough of him lately, can she?”

“You think it has anything to do with him being Quidditch captain?”

“Well, straight people do seem to have a thing about sports…”

“Shut up, you idiots!”

“So - and forgive me for being so blunt - Sirius?” Dorcas beamed at Remus, evidently deciding that Lily’s had enough mortification for the time being.

“What about him?”

“Rumour has it, you’ve got the hots for the Black boy?”

“The rumour’s name wouldn’t happen to be Lily, would it?” Remus shot a pointed glance at the girl in question, but Dorcas merely chuckled at it rather dismissively.

“There’s also the fact that everyone in this school has eyes and ears, Remus. And some of us know how to use them, too. Question is, who’s going to make the first move?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

Remus felt a kind of warmth flood over him - against his own logical thought, he couldn’t help but feel pleased to know that other people could see it. “Hard to say,” he mumbled through a grin that refused to be toned down.

“I think it should be you,” Lily stated matter-of-factly.

“How so?”

“Because, obviously, you’re the somewhat more sensible one.”

“I don’t think romance has much to do with sensibility, Lils,” Dorcas leaned back in her seat. “I think it’ll be Sirius. Precisely because he lacks it.”

“What are we, making bets on my life now?” Remus folded his arms over his chest; he only barely resisted the temptation to reference their very secret plan that he wasn’t supposed to know anything about.

“That’s a great idea!” Dorcas cackled at his feigned indignation.

“All jokes aside,” Lily beamed, “I have a feeling you two will get together soon. It’s Spring, after all. A time for new beginnings.”

“I thought you dropped Divination?” Remus pulled a funny face at her, pretending to be puzzled by her words.

“Yes. But, as Dorcas already pointed out, some of us have functioning eyes and ears.”

“And some of us might even know more than we let on…” Dorcas uttered, a faint smirk curving her lips.

Lily smacked her arm lightly. “Dee!”

“What?”

“What?” Remus echoed, his eyes darting between the two girls.

“Nothing. Dorcas has a strange sense of humour, that’s all.”

“Uh-huh… So anyway, speaking of new beginnings--”

“Oh will you drop it?” Lily cut across him rather sternly. “Even if I did agree to go out with him, so what?” She added quieter.

“Oh? I was going to say, isn’t it strange that the last summer of our Hogwarts years is almost here. But your thing is more entertaining,” Remus shot her a smug grin.

“Remus!”

“What?” He laughed out.

“And she might agree to go out with him sooner than we’d suspect, too.”

“Dorcas!!”

The three of them went on about sensible minds and love and sensible minds in love; mostly courtesy of Lily and Dorcas while Remus was quietly replaying every moment he’d spent with Sirius in the past few days, only occasionally offering a joke or a commentary. This was happiness, he thought. To have friends that cared (enough to devise some sort of a secret plan) and a boyfriend who was one of the best friends he’d ever had and one of the best people he’d ever known. This was happiness - being seventeen and in love and surrounded by good people, and it didn’t even matter that he had just embarrassed himself in front of Suzy and half the Gryffindors.

* * *

Remus looked like there was some kind of a magical glow about him as he sat there - bathed in sunlight streaming in through the high, narrow windows of History of Magic classroom, his chin in his hand, his quill unceasingly taking notes. There certainly was a distinct warm and bright afternoon laziness in the air, which rendered Sirius completely unable to pay the slightest bit of attention to Mr Binns’ monotonous recital of Gargoyle Strike of 1911 facts.

Instead, his gaze was resting on the side of Remus’ face, quasi-secretly taking in the way the sun glistened in his sand and honey coloured hair, the way that that one scar ran across the bridge of his nose like a vein of ore, the way that his eyelids lowered over his brilliantly green irises, the way his soft, yet always a little chapped lips feebly formed silent words here and there as he wrote them down...

“Sirius, you’re staring.”

“You’re just now noticing?” Sirius purred back at Remus’ whispered observation.

“I was busy taking notes, which you’ll be thankful for later.”

“I’ve been staring at you longer than that.”

“Stop it…” Remus mumbled, quieter now, a slight blush tinting his cheeks and ears, which Sirius noticed to his great delight.

“Surely, you don’t actually mean it, do you?”

“Stop it, Sirius…” He repeated with even less conviction in his voice.

“What do you think they’re planning? To get us together?” Sirius perked up slightly, genuinely eager to dive into speculation about the topic. In all honesty, anything that had to do with Remus had been his favourite topic lately -- or not so lately.

“I don’t know, I’ve been thinking about it too,” the boy’s eyebrows slowly knit together over his thoughtful eyes. “I can’t imagine anything that would require James and Lily to go on a fake date.”

“You can’t use your own logic for this. We need to think like them,” Sirius grinned.

“Ah yes… We must think like someone who’s gotten hit in the head by a bludger more times than I have fingers.”

“Hey!” Sirius protested and then shrugged apologetically, remembering he was in the middle of a classroom. “I’ve gotten hit by a bludger too. Read the room, Moony.”

“So you have. That’s why I talk so slowly whenever you’re around,” Remus whispered and gave Sirius a smile that might have been intended as an expression of mischief but in reality looked more flirtatious than anything else.

“And yet,” Sirius leaned in a little closer, speaking a little quieter, feeling a little giddier, “I happen to be where you choose to lay your affections.”

“I never claimed to be perfect…”

“You’re such a tease, Moony.”

“You bring it out of me,” Remus mumbled as he bit down on his lip, evidently determined to bridle his grin. “When do you think they’ll carry out their secret plan?”

“Hm… I don’t know, there’s not really anything special happening anytime soon. The Quidditch game, maybe?”

“But surely, James can’t be on a fake date with Lily if he’s playing Quidditch?”

“Good point. D’you think they’ll fake an injury? That’s probably very likely, statistically speaking.”

“Statistically speaking?” Remus shot him a curious glance.

“Fake injuries tend to be the driving force of a lot of our successful pranks, don’t they?” Sirius grinned.

Just then, the bell rang throughout the castle and all the students started getting up from their desks and funneling out into the hallways. Sirius and Remus both shoved their belongings into their bags and started heading for the door of the classroom along with their fellow sixth years.

“Why is Suzy McGregor giving you weird looks?” Sirius gently nudged Remus’ ribcage. “What?” He asked when Remus took a deep breath and sighed.

“I yelled at her..?

“You yelled at her?..”

“That I’m gay…”

“You...pardon?”

“I thought she was trying to ask me out…” Remus kept trailing off as he spoke, determined to slowly but surely power through this embarrassing tale, holding his wide glossy gaze straight ahead as they walked out into the corridor.

“But she wasn’t?” Sirius offered curiously.

“She just wanted some butterbeer…”

“But not on a date with you?”

“No. I’m not invited to drink butterbeer with her.”

“Why’d you--”

“She chose very confusing wording to lead with, alright? And besides,” Remus finally met Sirius’ eyes, “it’s not like I don’t ever get asked out by people.”

“I wasn’t trying to imply,” Sirius smiled brightly. “I mean, I asked you out myself, didn’t I? What?” His expression clouded over with a confused kind of smile when Remus laughed.

“I wouldn’t exactly call that asking someone out.”

“Well you should look up the definition of asking someone out because that was exactly it!”

“You asked me to help you with homework. Exactly like you’ve done dozens of times before.”

“If not hundreds. But that’s not the point,” Sirius whispered hastily as they were overtaken by a group of Ravenclaw sixth years. “I’m sure it’s nothing compared to whatever Vincent would have done,” he blurted out without thinking.

“Vincent?” Remus repeated that name as if he’d never heard it before, to Sirius’ vague delight. “What’s he got to do with anything?” He was smiling now.

“I don’t know, you seemed pretty fond of him…” Sirius trailed off this time, unsure where he was going. For some reason, all of a sudden, he simply wanted to know that he was more important and special to Remus than the French git -- which was a ridiculous thought, seeing as they’d been inseparable friends for years.

“I think that’s a bit of an overstatement.”

“It is?”

“Are you jealous?” A big smile blossomed over Remus’ mouth as he uttered the question.

“Should I be?” Sirius shrugged nonchalantly as he thought to himself that he was, he absolutely was.

“Sirius.”

“Remus?”

Without another word (albeit with a roll of his eyes), Moony grabbed Sirius’ hand and swiftly dragged him into the nearest classroom - which conveniently happened to be one that they often counted on to be empty, for it hadn’t been used for lessons in at least two years.

Before he could figure out what was happening, Sirius found himself pinned against a cold stone wall. Remus’ left hand traveled up to touch his face, ever so gently, to rest along his jawline, as he kissed him slowly and deliberately. Sirius was dimly aware of Moony’s other hand holding his, their fingers laced through each other loosely, yet without intention to let go. He couldn’t comprehend how he had spent so many years without being kissed by this beautiful boy like that.

When Remus pulled away slightly, just enough for their foreheads and noses to still touch, Sirius managed to stammer out, “Moony?”

“Mhm?”

“Where...where did you learn to do this?”

Remus recoiled now, a sheepish smile painted across his beautiful, flushed face. “Sod off, Padfoot.” He turned around on his heel.

“No, I’m serious!” The black haired boy followed him out into the corridor, a giddy grin crowning his own features. “Is this how you kiss other people too?”

“I don’t kiss other people, Sirius…” Remus narrowed his eyes ever so slightly when the other boy caught up with him.

“But in the past!”

“Are you...are you retroactively jealous?”

“Only if you have kissed other people like that,” Sirius mumbled, only half jokingly.

“I don’t know, I’ll have to conduct a survey to see what they have to say.”

“Such a tease,” Sirius smirked at his boyfriend.

He felt so in love and so happy as they walked towards one of the moving staircases. It almost seemed to him as though there had to be a catch to it, as though complete bliss like this wasn’t meant to be free. But whatever the price could be, all he cared about were those green eyes, full of joy and love.

“Oi, Sirius!” James’ voice bellowed over the excited clamour of the hallways. “I’ve been-- Are you two alright?” His demeanor changed instantly when he approached the two boys.

“Yeah, why?” Remus shrugged while Sirius continued to float in the pleasant haze of his own mind.

“Pads is clinging to your arm… Are you hurt?”

“Oh, that,” Remus chuckled and gently peeled Sirius’ fingers off from around his forearm. To Sirius’ own surprise, however, he couldn’t remember how or when his fingers ended up wrapped around it in the first place. “I think I might have broken him…”

“What did you do?”

“I, er…”

“I’ll tell you later, Prongs,” Sirius finally rejoined the reality and their conversation. “So what about you and Evans?” He asked, foolishly - and very much aware of it - hoping that he could nudge James and his mysterious plan into motion a little faster.

“What do you mean?”

“When are you going to get together?”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but haven’t you been telling me to forget about her and get over it at least once a week for the past year?”

“Nonsense! Have you been asking her out lately?”

“No…” James narrowed his eyes.

“You were looking for him?” Remus reminded with a nod towards Sirius.

“Ah, yes… Bad news - Quidditch is postponed until next week.”

“Why?” Sirius attempted to sound somewhat interested in the topic, while in all honesty, he was starting to become impatient about an entirely different thing.

“There was a break in at one of Hogsmeade shops. The school,” James uttered these words rather contemptuously, “feels it would be unwise to have the overwhelming majority of pupils out in the open grounds so close to a suspected Death Eater attack.”

“How dare the school,” Remus nodded with a solemn expression; a heartwarming attempt at solidarity.

Sirius, in the meantime, was getting lost in his head again. He was thinking about how much he wanted to tell James that Remus kissed him in Hogsmeade. He wanted all his friends to know. And he wanted to hold Remus’ hand all the time and kiss him whenever he wanted. Sneaking around might have sounded exciting in theory, but he didn’t think that now. And not only that - he wanted everyone to know that they were together, he wanted the whole school to see him with Moony and to realise just how much luckier Sirius was than all of them. He wanted all the students to talk about how much they loved each other and what a lovely couple the two made. He wanted the whole staff to be on the lookout for the snogging in the hallways. He wanted to be able to share his intoxicating happiness with everyone and anyone.

* * *

James pushed a couple of second years out of his way as he darted through the portrait hole, into the common room. He threw a half-hearted apology at them, without so much as a glance, as he made a beeline for the far corner of the room, where a collection of old, red velvet clad furniture crowded around the fireplace.

“Why is everyone talking about how Remus Lupin came out as gay in the common room?!” He stopped in front of the boy in question, his hands on his hips, a subconscious mirror of his mother.

“Wh-- Who’s talking about it?” Remus scrunched his nose, his body frozen halfway through a flinch, the book that he had been reading now lying face up in his lap.

“Who’s...he’s asking me who’s…” James muttered bitterly. “My sources, alright?”

“Your sour--”

“Why am I, once again, forced to learn about things like that from other people?!”

“I didn’t--”

“How do you think that makes me look!?”

“I--”

“Makes me look like a bad friend, Remus! Do you think I’m a bad friend?”

“No…”

“Then why wouldn’t you tell me before you start going around telling the whole school?”

“I didn’t--”

“Nevermind that, I have to go send an owl to my parents to stop asking you about girlfriends.”

“Oh, it’s really alright, they’ve only asked a handful of times--” Remus mumbled feebly, obviously very confused by James’ outburst.

“A handful too many!”

“Prongs, it’s hones--”

“They might start pestering you about boyfriends though…”

“That’s...that’s fine with me, James,” Remus smiled brightly out of the blue.

“Hm, I’ll think about it… Either way, I need to ask for more of mum’s flapjack…”

“You do that, James.”

“I hope you didn’t not tell me that you’re gay because you thought I’d do something ridiculous, like disapprove or give a broom riding fuck at all, honestly. Unless you started fancying me...you know my heart belongs to Evans.”

“I know, James,” Remus was positively radiant now.

“Good. Right. I’ll go send that owl then. Jaffa Cakes?” James lingered on the spot.

“That’d be lovely. Send your parents my love.”

“Will do. Sorry for raising my voice,” he added after a moment’s consideration.

“That’s quite alright.”

“Let me know if anyone gives you grief about it.”

“Thanks, James,” Remus beamed at him, at which he nodded and turned around on his heel.

Now that he’d gone through with the confrontation, his mind was catching up with what had happened - he had overheard a handful of Gryffindors talking about Remus and how he had told Suzy McGregor that he’s gay. Of course, James was aware of Remus’ sexuality, he just never talked to him about it - he wanted to give his friend all the time and space he needed rather than force him to come out if he wasn’t ready. And when he heard those kids talking about it, he couldn’t help but feel hurt; hurt that Remus didn’t feel like he could talk to James, perhaps?

And - just like most things James would get riled up about - now it turned out to not be a big deal at all. Once he paused to think about it, James realised that more than anything, he was worried that Remus would feel like he needed to hide his sexuality just like he’d been hiding his lycanthropy. And if that ever turned out to be the case, he silently swore to himself to do anything he could to make Remus feel like he didn’t have to be ashamed about any part of his wonderful existence.

As James was crossing the common room, deep in thought, he almost walked right past Sirius, who had just descended from the dormitories.

“Were you aware that Remus is, in fact, very much not straight?” James grabbed his arm and pulled him closer.

“Er…” Sirius briefly stared off across the room before returning his gaze to James’ face. “Vaguely.”

“As in, he’s very much gay.”

“Uh-huh…”

“Did he already tell you!?” James gasped.

“Not exclusively, no.”

“Well? Aren’t you happy about it?!”

“Oh! Yes, very!” Sirius nodded a tad too vigorously.

“Do you not fancy him anymore?” James screwed up his face in confusion. He’d been finding himself growing more and more exasperated lately; he couldn’t figure out why his two friends were being such idiots and was beginning to put more and more stock into Lily and Peter’s plan.

“Oh no, I do. I very much do.”

“Why won’t you just tell him?!” James whispered hotly, gesturing his arms around.

“Oh, you know,” Sirius shrugged, “because we’re friends and all that jazz, I guess.”

“Are you sure you still fancy him?”

“Yes. Aren’t you?”

“You haven’t been whining about him lately.”

“I don’t whine, excuse you,” Sirius puffed out his chest dramatically.

At this, James let out an amused laugh. “Sure. You want to walk to the owlery with me?”

“Uh…” Sirius stared off again. “I needed to talk to Remus, actually. About the study group thing...”

“You know, if the boy doesn’t figure out that the only reason you attend his study groups is so that you could stare at him, then maybe I’ve overestimated his intelligence…”

“How dare you,” Sirius popped his eyes in another facetious gesture. “I care about my education, that’s all.”

“Mhm.” James arched his eyebrows and watched Sirius walking away for a few moments before continuing on his way.

Some thirty minutes later, James was back at the portrait hole, giving the Fat Lady the password, when Lily caught up with him.

“Potter,” she nodded with comical gravitas.

“Evans,” he mirrored her. “Coming back from a Dorks Anonymous meeting?” He cast a glance at the stack of books in her arms.

“Is that your new seduction tactic?” She squeezed past him, through the portrait hole into the common room.

“Is it working?”

Lily opened her mouth, as if about to say something, but then just laughed, melting James’ heart just a tad more.

“Say, have you noticed anything strange about Remus and Sirius?”

“Yes, actually,” she stepped aside, out of the way of people climbing in and out the common room entrance, and turned to James. “I couldn’t put my finger on it at first, but they seem to have started acting a lot less...annoying?”

“Yes!” James grabbed Lily’s shoulders excitedly and gave her a light shake. “Sirius hasn’t been whining...at all, really. ”

“And Remus isn’t staring at Sirius with that pining look at mealtimes. In fact, I saw him hand feed Sirius at lunch the other day.”

“I’ve seen Remus braid Sirius’ hair at least three times this week.”

“I’m so confused… Why won’t they just get it over with and get together?”

“You know, I’m starting to think your plan will prove to be a necessity…”

“Oh, interesting.” Lily shuffled her weight on one foot and raised an eyebrow as she shot him a sly smirk. “I seem to remember you calling it a waste of our time.”

“Can’t hurt to try, can it?” James shrugged defensively, trying not to stare at her lips too obviously as he did.

“Well, we’ve just got a couple more weeks before the next Hogsmeade trip. We’ll have to start thinking about how to fake this date,” Lily grimaced.

“I do have feelings, you know. You could at least pretend to not be repulsed by the idea,” James pouted.

“I’m not! That’s not what I mean…”

“I’m just yanking your wand, Evans,” he chuckled and fell into step beside her when she started for their usual corner of the common room.

Before they even reached their friends, they exchanged very eloquent looks at the sight of Sirius perched up on the armrest of Remus’ chair - they seemed to have formed a new habit of sharing a seat whenever they could get away with it (anytime they weren’t in class).

“Sirius,” Lily squinted at him, “are you wearing Remus’ sweater vest?..”

James’ eyes darted to Sirius, his face screwing up in a horrible realisation that he had somehow missed that detail up until then.

“This?” Sirius tugged at the hem of it. “Yep.”

“But…” James peered at him. “You always make fun of it. You hate it, don’t you!?”

“Hate it!? Dear Merlin, of course I don’t hate it.”

“I’ve literally heard you describe this exact piece of clothing as a ‘poor shoe shiner child’s uniform’, multiple times.”

“Dragondung, I would never say that.”

“No, actually,” Remus interjected with a very indulgent smirk, lowering his book in his lap, his index finger marking the page, “I too remember you saying those exact words.”

#i've been so busy with work #also both my physical and mental health crumbling to pieces #this certainly ain't my best work #but here it is #fanfic #Wolfstar fanfiction #hogwarts #marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #lily evans #james potter

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Papa the falcon

A Genshin Impact parody of Pokemon 3: The movie

Starring (loosely equivalent to):

Diluc as Molly

Master Crepus as Papa

Falcon as Entei

Kaeya as Delia

Disclaimer: This storyline was curated and fanfic made based on my understanding and own headcannons of things from both the Pokemon movie and Genshin Impact that were never confirmed in canon.

The main character is also Kaeya, though it had quite a bit of emphasis on Diluc, this is a Kaeya-fic and a lot of it is in his point of view.

Prologue

Diluc lay in bed as he and his father looked through an expansive picture book. This book was about the divine beings of the world, immortal creatures who watched over Teyvat.

“This section shows the archons. Of course, it is a bit old so the ones we see are the original Seven from all those years ago.”

“Woah!” Diluc cried, “Murata looks scary.”

Crepus laughed, “Indeed she does. But this is a Monstadt book so maybe the illustrator was biased.”

They flipped through the pages, where flashes of sea serpents and old gods, befallen in the archon wars went by, DIluc being more and more interested.

“What’s this one called?” Diluc asked, pointing to one that sprouted pristine but deadly crystals all over the battlefield.

“I don’t know, son. There are many things we don’t know about the archon wars, this book is only speculation.”

As the page flipped to Diluc’s favourite section, on the four winds and most importantly, Lady Vanessa, the Falcon of the West. Diluc’s eyes lit up.

“Lady Vanessa!” Diluc ecstatically pointed to the drawing, as though his papa didn’t already have a knowing smile and gazed down at him with utter fondness. “You know papa, you’re a lot like Lady Vanessa.”

“Oh am I?” Crepus asked with a chuckle, “That is praise of the highest order.” Diluc giggled as Crepus picked him up, “Well, the best part of being a falcon, is that you can fly!” With the small child on his back, Crepus stuck him arms out both sides and ‘flew’ his son around the room, throwing him into the air and catching him with utmost dramaticsm.

A knock came at the door.

The two paused, Master Crepus went over to answer it, while Diluc had depressed into himself.

“Master Crepus, Elliot is here to see you.” With a bow, their butler stood aside and another man came into view.

“We have a lead, we found an entrance into the Thousand Winds Temple.” Crepus looked back at his son with a pained look in his eyes, Diluc already knew what was about to happen.

“I have to go, son.”

“But when will you get back, papa?” Diluc asked, as Master Crepus picked up the child and placed him in bed, tucking him in as apple-tucked as he could.

“As soon as I can. Be good for me okay?”

Diluc watched as his papa kissed him goodnight, walked towards the doorway, turned off the lights and closed the door.

Chapter 1 - Papa

Diluc watched from his window out of the Dawn Winery, as a carriage pulled up into the driveway. As his small legs pitter-pattered down the steps he raced out into the doorway.

“Papa!” He yelled, coming to a stop when the carriage door opened and Elliot gave him a sympathetic look. “Where’s Papa?” Diluc demanded, a bit desperately.

“I’m sorry Diluc.”

Diluc sat with his back on the railing, listening to the adults talk downstairs. They talked about how sad it was that they couldn’t even retrieve the body and that poor Master Diluc was now completely alone.

Diluc heard everything. He had a handle on some of the things his papa was researching, ancient gods in ruins with mechanisms too complicated to understand, except Papa was able to understand it.

As night fell and Diluc found himself unable to sleep, he found himself going over to his dad’s notebook and flipping through the pages.

“Where are you papa?” Diluc muttered to himself, determined not to cry. “What happened?”

Scanning through the scribbled handwriting, he stumbled upon a page with copied texts, ancient ones. He had learned some ancient writing out of curiosity, which his dad was more than happy to teach, and when turning to the next page a green slip of paper with a curious shape slipped out. The paper also had ancient words on it, and Diluc supposed it was a sigil of sorts.

Diluc took out a pencil and paper out of the notebook, he began copying the sigil.

“I want papa back. And mama. I want my family back.” Diluc felt tears roll down his cheek, plopping onto the pages with his own little writing.

The sigil started glowing, with its strokes lighting in a gold light and basking the room in a bright white.

Suddenly, there was a strange creature that poured out of the sigil, rising above the small child who was looking up in wonder.

“I know you! You’re a god, aren’t you?” Diluc watched as the large, golden entity swirled around him, assessing the small child. “You resided over geo, and can make entire crystalline structures right?”

The creature continued assessing the child, seeming to fill to occupy the large space that was the main hall of the winery with a dark, golden fog that seemed to get heavier and thicker by the second.

Diluc considered something, then asked in a more ‘dominant’ voice, “You’re powerful right? I want my papa. Can you do that?”

The entity grumbled. Diluc was unsure of whether it had a face, but amidst the now darkening room, Diluc saw a flash of light, and a large falcon swooped through the room, landing on his waiting arm.

“Papa?” Diluc had shiny eyes and a hopeful face. “Papa! It’s really you!”

“Papa?” Asked the falcon in a low, grumbling voice.

“Yeah, you’re my papa!”

The falcon looked down at the red-haired boy, whose long hair currently fell down freely around his shoulders and whose eyes looked at him with the happiest expression a few-second old falcon had seen.

“If that is what you wish.”

The floor then gilded with a crystal lacquer, spreading out from where Diluc was at an alarming pace to reach the walls and crystallising in large, translucent chunks as they grew upwards.

Diluc heard a thump, then another, then another as his butler and other staff burst through the door, shocked by seeing their young master sitting on the ground with a large, hostile ancient being swirling around.

“Everything’s fine Butler, I have papa with me. You can go.”

The butler was highly concerned by this point, “Master Diluc, your father is dead.”

Diluc’s eyes filled with tears, “I have papa with me, you can leave.”

“Master Diluc-” “LEAVE!” Diluc shrieked, and as if the entity was attached to him, the thing howled in the faces of the staff, blowing them right out the door then crystalling the door shut.

The maids tripped over their nightgowns and the winery staff stumbled as they hurried out of the mansion as fast as they could, with the crystals nipping at their feet. Once outside in the open air, they still could not stop as the crystalline structure seemed to engulf the building’s outside as well, covering the windwheel asters and eternalising them, freezing their movement making them look like carved, delicate figurines. The expansion did not stop there, covering the grapes that decorated the outside and creating such a bubble around the place that one could only imagine how much space the actual mansion occupied.

Diluc, in the meantime, had brought his papa to his room, where he laughed and giggled at the falcon’s swoops and swirls in the skies.

“It’s a shame you’re so small. I’d love to ride on your back as you fly.”

The falcon flapped in mid-air, staring down at Diluc’s face. “If that is what you wish.”

The falcon then started growing in size, until it became big enough for Diluc to happily jump onto its back and fly around his large room, with squeals of glee and happiness.

Diluc leaned his head onto the falcon’s feathered back, “I love you papa, I want this to last forever.”

Chapter 2 - What do we do?

“You said what was surrounding the child?” Elliot was a bit stressed. Afterall, if his thoughts were correct then the young boy might have just summoned one of the most destructive gods of the archon wars.

“Calm, Elliot, what is that being?” Asked the Grand Master in his low voice.

“Well, it is a divine being whose wrath the ancient god of Sumeru had incurred. It had power over the element geo, as obvious from the crystals growing around the winery. Though not much info remains on them, the god is said to grow powerful on the imagination, and used the fears of the people to create their greatest nightmares.”

“Imagination? That is concerning.” The others looked over at the Grand Master, not understanding his statement.

“What do you mean, Grand Master?”

“Well, whose imagination is stronger or more powerful than that of a child?” The room went quiet, as this revelation settled.

“What are we to do?”

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With shovels and visions in hand they smashed through the crystals, destroying the pristine flowers and making a pathway towards the winery.

“What are they doing?” Asked young Diluc, watching from his window. They crushed the pretty space that the mysterious god had made for him, and he felt tears bubble up into his eyes. “Leave us alone!” He yelled.

Just the wish was the command of the entity, for the shovels were snatched up by the crystals, as though conscious, and the tendrils of geo grew more and more hostile, making the people fear for their lives, running in the opposite direction. The geo crystals grew to cover the damage but not quite replacing it, for, to repair required much more precise power.

The Favonius knights huffed, scared from nearly losing their lives, reporting to the Grand Master immediately.

“This is bad, this is oh so very bad. I believe that young Master Diluc had only awakened but a part of the being, for it was destroyed many millenia back, but it seems that even the mere fragment is powerful yet.” Elliot fretted.

“Could we ask Sumeru for help?” Asked another high-ranking officer. “Sumeru’s god is the youngest out of everyone, the war we are referencing is not one that the country would be able to help us with. No. If I am to understand correctly,” the Grand Master had stood up and walked towards the window, where the crystals looked far away but painfully visible. “The entity seems to follow the will of young Master Diluc, in which case the solution is clear, though we only have one chance.” The Grand Master looked up, eyes dark, “We must convince the young master himself.”

Chapter 3 - Endless crystal

Kaeya felt his heart thumping in his chest, he never liked tight spaces and yet, here he was. The Ragnvindr butler was leading him through a secret passage, a well of sorts into the manor. The running water seemed to be untouched by the crystals, and with some effort, the door to the cellar burst open.

“Now Kaeya, you know what you have to do?” The butler asked, glancing at the open door as if it would screw shut instantly, which it could.

Kaeya nodded his head, his face trying not to betray his nervousness. He had memorised the floor plan and knew how to get to the hall and to Diluc’s room, whichever he might be in.

“Good.” The butler hesitated slightly as Kaeya stepped through into the cellar, this child was the same age as Master Diluc, it was hard not to feel sympathy, “Good luck.” He said eventually.

Kaeya heard the door close behind him, and the dreaded feeling of being alone hit him. The room was almost pitch black, which made Kaeya feel as uneasy as possible. The floor felt hard and smooth, undoubtedly lined with crystal. His slow and careful steps trod across to where he was told the door was.

Bump.

He hit something.

Kaeya carefully put his arms over and around where the object was, it was also crystal covered so it could range from a bottle with a lot of crystal surrounding it to a wooden box to a wine barrel. Stepping around it as carefully as he could, a thought crossed his mind that his direction might have gotten mixed up and he could not be going in the direction of the door anymore, and might be stuck here forever. Gulping an anxious lump down his throat he kept moving slowly and steadily.

Bump.

Kaeya slowly felt along this object. It was taller than him, and very wide. Could it be the door? Kaeya slowly took the knife out of his pocket and tried to find a crystal that was more doorknob-like than the rest.

Chink. Chink. Chink.

Kaeya worked away at the crystal, hating how the echoes carried in the small, shrinking room that seemed to close in on him the longer he tried to sense it.

Kaeya was getting desperate, he could feel the engraved metal of the door handle, but the majority was sewn shut. He was now not so worried about the noise he was making, slamming his tiny body into the door. The crystal cracked, worn by his chinks from his knife, and slowly, it was budging.

When the first crack of light shone through, Kaeya felt as though he could keep going. Not like he had a choice. He continued slamming his body into the door, his left side now, he was sure his right side was completely bruised. When it got to a state that the door was open just enough for Kaeya to just squeeze through, Kaeya collapsed onto the floor and breathed heavily.

His heart felt like they were going to pound out of his chest, closing his eye as he tried to regain composure and his bearings. He looked around. He seemed to be in the main hallway, and if that was so, then those stairs led to Diluc’s bedroom. Kaeya froze, the hallway seemed to host a swirling vortex, a large whirl of some muttering entity. With his eye widening, he realised that this must be the powerful being that the adults warned him about. Though he knew nothing about the being, he understood that it could kill him easily, though that held true for most people and things he met.

After calming down again, Kaeya made his way up, carefully walking up the slippery stairs to where Diluc’s bedroom was, the entity seemed not to notice him at all. When he made it, Kaeya felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he realised that Diluc’s bedroom door too, had crystals gluing it shut.

Kaeya straightened up, if he had not been picked up by the Grand Master, then he would have died. With that logic, he was already living on borrowed time. Kaeya brought one hand up to the crystal and knocked.

Chapter 4 - Brother

Diluc looked up. There was someone knocking on the door. He slipped off of papa and walked over to it.

“Do you wish to get rid of him?” Asked the falcon.

Diluc stormed angrily towards the door.

“Who is it?” He asked angrily.

Kaeya, nursing his bruised knuckles, bit his lip.

“It’s Kaeya.” A small voice came. Diluc’s forehead scrunched in confusion.

“I don’t know a Kaeya.” Diluc replied.

“How do you know? You’ve not seen me yet.” Diluc considered this, then turned to ‘Papa’.

“Papa, I wish to let him in.”

Kaeya felt confusion, who was this ‘Papa’? Wasn’t Diluc’s dad dead? And who was this strange man inside that he was talking to? Before he could address any of these questions, the crystals at the door melted away and the door swung open,

Diluc and Kaeya locked eyes. Being about the same height, the two boys stared at each other with the same wonder and curiosity.

Diluc gave Kaeya a once-over. “Hello Kaeya.”

“Hi.” Replied Kaeya, with a small smile. “I heard you got your dad back.”

“Yeah!” Diluc ran over to the alarmingly large falcon sitting in the middle of the room. “This is my papa.”

Kaeya cautiously took a step inside the room. “He’s a really cool papa.”

“Isn’t he?” Diluc looked up at the falcon with bright eyes, Kaeya watched very closely.

“If he’s your papa, then I’m your brother.” Kaeya said, wondering if he was too bold.

Diluc paused, scrutinising him. “But you don’t look anything like me.”

Kaeya gestured to the falcon, “And papa is a falcon.”

Diluc considered this, then beamed. “Yes! You are my brother.” Diluc came over to Kaeya and took him by the hands, dragging him over to the bed. “There is soooooo much you need to learn, afterall, the Ragnvindr name is an important one.” Kaeya smiled in relief.

The two boys sat on Diluc’s bed, leaning on the falcon as though it was a pillow. As Diluc flipped through the picture book with Kaeya staring in awe, Diluc explained all about the legendary divinity shown in it.

“The anemo archon, lord Barbatos, who presides over Monstadt, with his trusted four winds who together, ensures the country is safe and happy.” Read Diluc. Kaeya stared at the pictures, with characters of nobility and power.

“This one’s papa.” Kaeya said, pointing at the falcon.

“No, it says here that this is Lady Vanessa, who led the rebellion against the aristocracy and was the hero of Monstadt. Papa is just another falcon.”

Kaeya ‘oohed’ and pointed at the words next to the wolf, “What does this say?”

“This says ‘Wolf of the North, otherwise known as Boreas or Andrius’. Do you not know how to read?” Suddenly, Kaeya became very self-conscious.

“No. Most children our age don’t know how to read. You’re special because you got to learn so young.” Diluc stared at him, Kaeya gave a look of sincerity.

“Well you should learn how to read. Afterall, you’re my brother. So learning these things are important. Right papa?” The falcon gave a sagely look and nodded.

“Papa doesn’t speak very much, does he.”

“Falcon’s don’t speak very much, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t saying anything.” Diluc leaned over to hug the falcon, “Right now he’s saying, ‘I’m not going anywhere. I love you two.’” Kaeya felt a lump in his throat.

“Really?” Kaeya asked, looking towards the falcon with unease. Diluc pulled Kaeya into the hug and Kaeya felt the warm body of the falcon press into his.

“Of course!”

Kaeya closed his eye as he sank into the hug. He could see why Diluc would want this. He really did.

Chapter 5 - The eye of the storm

An entire day had passed, the crystals were growing to cover an even larger portion of Monstadt and the Grand Master was concerned. There were several things that could have happened: Kaeya could have been rejected by Diluc, Kaeya could have not managed to get to Diluc to begin with, Kaeya could have offended Diluc, or Kaeya was still working on it. He sighed, for the fate of the country to ride on the back of such a young child was a huge risk, but one that they had to take.

Kaeya, who was teaching Diluc how to braid hair, was considering what his next step should be. He had succeeded in bonding with Diluc and establishing his place in this ‘family’ and next he should work on removing that entity. So far, a few things seemed clear:

Diluc knew that Kaeya wasn’t actually his brother and the falcon wasn’t actually his papa. But considering the fact that there have been people who could turn into falcons that is taken as truth in Monstadtian folklore, Diluc might consider it a possibility that this is actually his papa.

“Do you miss papa Diluc?” Kaeya asked, as the two were half-asleep in the bed.

“So much.” Diluc replied.

‘Papa’ has a warm body uses the term ‘if that is what you wish’ several times. Diluc is then able to order him around and even the crystals around based on that.

“What’s a windblume?” Kaeya asked, after Diluc had mentioned it several times.

“That’s the fun of it, no one knows what a windblume is. It is a mystical flower that thrives in the harshest of weather and in the strongest of winds. Some people say it’s a dandelion or windwheel aster, but I think it’s small lamp grass.”

Kaeya cocked his head, “Lamp grass?”

Diluc studied him, “Papa, could you get us some lamp grass?”

The falcon nodded, “If that is what you wish.”

Just a bit later, Diluc had gotten the falcon to collect a variety of flowers, from dandelions to calla lilies, where Diluc was explaining all about them.

Diluc can create “dream-worlds” that Kaeya is very unsure about.

As Diluc fell asleep to Kaeya softly stroking his head, Diluc muttered, “I gotta teach you sword fighting.” As Diluc’s consciousness drifted away, a new Diluc manifested.

“Who are you?” Asked Kaeya, a bit unsure.

“I’m your brother, silly. Now come on.” Dream Diluc (at least, that’s what Kaeya thought he was) pulled on his arm and Kaeya ended up being dragged onto the Falcon.

The Falcon leaped up and flew, with Kaeya bracing for an impact that never came as it sped down through the floor and into an entirely new landscape.

There was a floating island that was decked out with bright green grass and a bright blue sky that looked like it came out of a picture book. They alighted on the island where Diluc turned to face Kaeya.

“Today, we learn sword fighting.” Kaeya was confused but then quickly put a confident smile on his face.

“Okay brother. But one problem, we have no swords.”

Diluc smiled, “Well that’s not a problem at all.” Diluc stretched his arm out and with a glow, a long, pretty sword manifested in his hand. He stretched the other one out to achieve a similar effect and tossed it over to Kaeya.

Kaeya caught it easily with a laugh. “I forgot, this is your world and you can do anything you want. Where do we start?”

Chapter 6 - The hard truth

Kaeya sparred with Diluc for a while, finding the sword to be light and easy in his hand. He found he could manipulate it quite well, actually, and quickly got the hang of these techniques that Diluc was teaching him. Just then, the falcon came over, in small form now, like an actual falcon.

“I have spotted intruders trying to get in.”

Diluc wrinkled his nose. “Those guys are so annoying. Make them leave.” The falcon nodded.

“Wait,” Kaeya grabbed Diluc’s arm. Diluc looked at him, “What did the intruders look like? Do they have swords? And spears?” The falcon paused and turned to him.

“Yes.”

“They might be Knights of Favonius!”

Diluc’s eyes lit up. “That’s perfect! Let’s go meet them and we can spar with them!”

Diluc grabbed Kaeya’s arm and the two got onto the expanding falcon, sitting on its now giant form comfortably.

The three bounded down from the floating island, which Kaeya noted is actually a collection of floating islands with golden bridges connecting them. As they bounded downwards, Kaeya looked up and noticed that the island they were on before also had a golden bridge that seemed to connect to higher in the sky. Perhaps to the bedroom, Kaeya considered, curious.

As they alighted onto the lowermost island, Kaeya could see that there were indeed four Knights of Favonius soldiers who were here.

Kaeya felt uncomfortable, he only recognised one person, that one being the ‘Grand Master’.

“Master Diluc!” One of the soldiers cried, as the two got down from the falcon.

“That’s me. Who here can sword fight?” Diluc and Kaeya’s sword’s re-manifested in their hands. Kaeya was unsure of when the swords had disappeared to begin with but wasn’t about to question it. Instead, he stood tall and confident with a smirk to match Diluc.

Kaeya watched as the knights whispered amongst themselves and one of them stepped forward.

“I can. Are you sure you want to duel me Master Diluc? I wield a greatsword and it deals much more damage.” Diluc’s eyes twinkled.

“A greatsword! Well then, I’ll use a greatsword too.”

Diluc’s sword disappeared in favor of a majestic greatsword, which Diluc wielded easily as if it weighed no more than his last one.

“Understood. It will be one on one, when one is disarmed or held at vulnerable swordpoint, the duel ends.”

Kaeya watched as the grass ground hardened into a duel ground, with markings on the ground to establish a sense of space. He also noted that the other three knights were sneaking off to hurry their way up the golden bridge up the islands. He didn’t say anything.

Diluc and the knight’s match was interesting. Diluc wielded his sword with much skill and power, with every blow being so overpowered that Kaeya abruptly was reminded that this was ‘dream’ Diluc. Just then, the knight’s sword came down with a crackle of electricity.

Diluc startled. “You have a vision!” Looking over at the falcon, he then declared. “I wish to have a vision too!” Just then, a shiny red glass orb descended into his hands, with gold metal work already welded onto it.

From that point on, the fight was practically over. Kaeya was surprised by how easily Diluc used his vision, as if he had worked with it for years.

“You’re pretty good, your father taught you well.” Said the knight, whom Kaeya admired for being able to stay composed despite his panting.

“He did. Come on Kaeya, we have more matches to get through.” Kaeya didn’t spare a glance at the knight, lest it give him away, and joined Diluc on the falcon.

“That was so cool!” Kaeya exclaimed, with them reaching the next island by the time he was done uttering just that sentence.

“Wasn’t it?” Diluc grinned. They got off of the falcon to intercept the next batch of knights. “I hope you guys are more challenging than that guy, he was pretty easy.”

The knight’s seemed to come to another agreement.

“I will duel you next, for I am the captain of the 4th order.”

“A captain?” Diluc asked excitedly, clearly hooked. “Well captain, we’re not duelling. It’s going to be two on two!”

Kaeya felt a cold, glass orb appear in his hand. Giving it a closer look, this vision had a light frost with the cryo symbol and the metalwork had cute little wings on them, which he supposed was the Monstadt style.

The second knight stepped up, Kaeya noted that the Grand Master was conveniently slipping past.

Kaeya readied his sword as they began the battle.

The battle was fairly easy, Diluc and Kaeya’s visions being opposite accounted for any weak spots there could be, with Diluc burning through the dendro of one knight and Kaeya freezing the hydro of the other. Kaeya noted that he was having a harder time than Diluc was, who was clearly finding this too easy and only taking this long to test out his pyro moves. The knight Kaeya was fighting then tried to talk to him.

“Any progress?”

Kaeya felt his head swirl, yes he was having progress but, did that really count as progress? Kaeya felt his balance get shifted off and a small ‘ah’ was let out as he fell backwards onto his bum with a small thump.

“Kaeya!” Diluc was right next to him in a heartbeat, though Kaeya was completely unhurt, Diluc seemed furious.

Without any words being spoken Kaeya was picked up by the falcon gently and lifted up, the falcon’s wings beating as it carried him higher. Kaeya just managed to find the time to look down at the battle happening where he just managed to see a flaming falcon and Diluc’s bright red hair before he was carried through the floor of the bedroom.

Kaeya felt a strange anti-climax, as the noise and liveliness of before became the peace and quiet of the bedroom. The falcon gently lay him onto the bed where Diluc was still sleeping.

“Are you okay?” Asked the falcon, staring into him with black beady eyes. Kaeya gave a big, childish smile.

“I am. Thank you, papa.” Then he threw his arms around the falcon.

Was Kaeya okay? His head was spinning with trying to grasp how this world worked. More than that, which Kaeya was unsure whether to admit, he felt so conflicted about being loved. He had never been loved before and to have two people (well the falcon was iffy) that cared about him was very overwhelming.

Kaeya stared at the cool, cryo vision in his hand. Was it real? His sword was gone. Kaeya placed the vision on the bedside table and looked over at Diluc, who seemed to not be having a very good dream. Was that because of him?

“Diluc, Diluc wake up.” Diluc’s red eyes blinked slowly.

“Kaeya?” He asked. “Good morning.” Diluc yawned. Kaeya felt a pang of fondness go through him. If he was born in this family, well, Diluc had many troubles as well, but maybe he might not be as broken as he already was.

Just then, the Grand Master came into the room, ascending from a hole in the floor that Kaeya was sure wasn’t there the first time he had come in. Kaeya peered over and saw the tint of gold that probably came from the golden bridges over those floating islands.

Diluc looked over at the Grand Master.

“Hello Diluc,” He said, kneeling down to match the height that Diluc was, sitting at the side of the bed. “How are you feeling?”

Diluc shifted uncomfortably, Kaeya scooted slightly closer to Diluc, which seemed to make him feel more at ease.

“I’m fine, thank you. And you?”

The Grand Master laughed easily, with a warm smile. “I’m fine, thank you. You don’t have to be that formal Master Diluc. I’m here to help you after all.”

Diluc, whose arm seemed to be twisting its way around Kaeya protectively, replied with “We’re happy here. We don’t need your help.”

“Is that so?” Asked the Grand Master, a twinkle in his eye. “What about the big, scary, entity in your hallway? Do you know about that?”

“Yea! They gave me my papa and my brother.”

“Hmm. And do you know what it is?”

Diluc narrowed his eyes. “It’s an ancient god that was present in the archon wars. Papa was researching it. We don’t even know its name.”

“Very good! Your papa taught you very well.” The Grand Master gave a sad smile, “I miss him very much.”

Diluc seemed to respond to that, Kaeya got the sense that he might have been trying to hold back tears.

“What do you want?” Diluc asked in a smaller voice.

“Well,” the Grand Master started, “Let’s start with removing that entity from your house.”

“NO!” Diluc yelled, in a hostile voice. He now had a vice-grip on Kaeya. “You just want to take my family away!”

“I don’t want to take your family away.” The Grand Master soothed in a calm but slightly rushed voice. “It’s just harder for people to take care of you while it’s here.”

The falcon had now come over and put itself between the Grand Master and them.

“You are making Diluc upset. Leave.”

The Grand Master had stood up now, trying his best to stand his ground.

“Diluc, that thing is dangerous. You must know about how it almost destroyed Sumeru. We need to deal with it before it destroys all of Monstadt too.”

Diluc quieted.

“That thing, will destroy all of Monstadt?” Asked Kaeya in a small voice, making sure to inject some fear into his tone.

The Grand Master turned to him, “Yes. But not if we fight and subdue it now.”

Diluc turned to look at Kaeya. “I don’t want you to go.”

Kaeya clasped Diluc’s hands. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” Kaeya bit his lip. “Diluc, think about your real papa.”

As Diluc’s face softened and sniffles started, a BANG made everyone in the room flinch, as Diluc’s bedroom door crashed open, revealing a dark, brown vortex of what used to be the hallway with some wisps of smoke starting to pour in.

The Grand Master did not hesitate in pulling out his bow and arrow, letting one fly resulting in a low rumble that Kaeya likened to a cry.

The two kids were scared now, as the Grand Master ran toward the thing, arrows flying.

The falcon took one look at the two boys and also set off, engaging in the battle as well.

The bedroom was huge, so the ancient god would take awhile at this speed to reach the far end of the bed that the boys were sitting on, but the fear that paralysed them was petrifying nonetheless.

Kaeya broke out of it first. “Diluc, Diluc look at me.”

Diluc looked at Kaeya, which was hard to do as sounds of bloody murder kept enticing the two to look at the battle.

“You’re going to be the one to win this battle.”

“Me?”

Kaeya nodded. “That thing needs you to wish. It needs your imagination and your wishes to win. So the more you think that it’s scary the more it is.”

Diluc nodded slowly. “What should I do?”

“You need to wish that it will go away. You need to believe that papa is strong.”

“But isn’t that counterintuitive?”

Kaeya shook his head. “Papa is made from that thing right? But papa is on our side. So if you think that papa is super strong and that god is super weak, then that is what will happen.”

They two locked eyes, and Diluc stared at the determined look in Kaeya’s eye and nodded.

“Yeah! Papa is super strong! You know once, he managed to defeat five ruin guards allll by himself.”

Kaeya nodded fervently. “And he’s really fast too!”

“Yeah! He always races me, and let’s me win, but he can run at super speed. He knows everything too! He can beat archons as easily as-” Diluc snapped his fingers, “That!”

Kaeya forced himself not to look at the fight, doing that will only tempt Diluc and may break this streak of belief and hope.

BOOM!

Kaeya and Diluc flinched, though neither of them got hurt. The two looked up to see the entity hissing and recoiling as the swirling dust seemed to just instantaneously clear. Diluc’s toys and books which were previously strewn across the floor were blown haphazardly to the far ends of the room.

“Are you two okay?” Asked the Grand Master, rushing over to them.

“Yeah.” Diluc said, with a shuddering breath.

Then there was a light.

“Diluc, Kaeya.” It was the falcon. In its huge, glowing form.

“Papa.” Diluc whispered, staring up at the bird. “Are you going now?”

The falcon nodded its head. “That will be what is best for you two. But don’t worry, I will always be watching over you.”

The light that made up the falcon seemed to disperse, with the crystals fading along with it. The crystals seemed to retreat from the room, with the entire house being more or less unscathed except for where the last battle took place. Kaeya breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned to Diluc, “Diluc-”

“Kaeya!” Kaeya found himself in a tight hug.

“It’s okay! Everything’s fine now.”

Diluc sniffed, “I’m so glad you’re not gone too. You didn’t leave me.”

It hit Kaeya that Diluc might have thought that he was a ‘dream’ or ‘made up’ brother similar to his ‘papa’. Kaeya wrapped his arms around Diluc.

“I’m not going anywhere. If-if you’ll have me that is.” Diluc pulled away from him. “I mean, I’m not your real brother I’m just,” Kaeya took a breath, “I’m just some orphan off the street.”

Diluc shook his head. “You’re my real brother. Some people have different versions of what family is, but if you’re not my family, no one is.” Kaeya felt his heart throb. Maybe they could get through this together.

“Also, to make everything absolutely clear, I was well alive and existed looong before that god came in. So yeah.”

Chapter 7 - Things get better

Kaeya was at first unsure of whether he was accepted here. Afterall, he had only been Diluc’s brother for a total of two days technically, and now that everything was ‘over’ he was scared that he’d have to leave. It seemed that Diluc too, had that exact fear, and was very defensive and protective of Kaeya when the adults talked to them.

The two became inseparable, and though Kaeya got his ‘own room’ he continued to sleep in Diluc’s bed.

They enjoyed playing around the winery where Diluc continued his quest to integrate Kaeya and get him up to speed with the ways of the Ragnvindr. He taught him how the wine is made and brought him all around the house. Kaeya felt pretty happy. Afterall, this felt like a sweet, peaceful life. Could he have this?

A week on, and the two are sparring with practice swords near the lake, when Diluc freezes (not literally) and Kaeya easily disarms him.

“Is something wrong?” Asks Kaeya, looking back.

There are two adults, walking towards them. A lady with flaming red hair and a man with a warm smile. Kaeya sees Diluc, with teary eyes, run towards them, it was Kaeya’s turn to freeze up now.

Kaeya broke through the shock and started walking towards them, dropping his shoulders and arranging himself to look as childlike and small as possible.

“I can’t believe you’re back!” Diluc beamed at them, then grabbed Kaeya who was standing at the side, looking awkward. “Also, mama, papa, here’s your new son.”

Kaeya stared up at the parents with a sheepish smile. Was he out of place? He had somewhat bonded with falcon-papa, not actual-papa!

Diluc narrowed his eyes, “When everyone left me, Kaeya was the only one who was here for me. So he’s my new brother.”

“Hi~” Kaeya greeted, his face betraying his nervousness.

“Hi Kaeya. Now child, where did you come from? Is Diluc holding you hostage? Where are your parents?”

Kaeya shifted uncomfortably, “It’s a long story.”

“He’s an orphan.” Diluc supplied helpfully.

The parents gave each other a look that clearly said: “We should talk to the Grand Master.”

As the family made their way back inside, Diluc grabbed Kaeya’s arm and beamed at him. Maybe everything does get better, eventually.

AN: I recently watched the Pokemon Movie after becoming addicted to Genshin, and this setup fit Kaeya and Diluc far too well to not be written down. They cured my writer’s block (for this fic anyways) and I had a lot of fun with adapting the world to fit. Hope you guys enjoyed it!

(Also the chapter’s are unneccessary but make me feel like I’ve written a lot so let me get away with it please)

#Genshin #kaeya alberich #kaeya #diluc ragnvindr #pokemon #diluc #crossover #pokemon 3: the movie #genshin impact

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stargazing-enby · 4 years

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is it crazy to ask for a lil fic of some sort for the soulmate 'saviour' thing?

Not at all! Also, I think it’s funny how I recently said I probably wouldn’t answer any prompts anytime soon, but as soon as you sent this ask I was frantically typing this story on my phone, LOL. Hope you enjoy!

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Drarry | 2.3k | Teen and up | Soulmate AU, Nicknames, Drunken Confessions, Sectumsempra Scars, Cuddles, Happy Ending | Read on AO3

The Dursleys never acknowledged it; never explained. It was just one more tally on a list of things that made him weird. That made him wrong.

Harry liked to stare down at it while he showered and imagine a thousand different reasons the word Saviour was tattooed on his chest, the ink a deep black that faded into gold around the sharp edges of the letters. He imagined himself flying like Superman did in the comics they kept on the highest shelf of the school library—imagined himself stopping comets from crashing against the planet with his bare hands, saving babies from raging fires.

In his daydreams, it never mattered if he got hurt. It only mattered that no one else did.

And then one night Hagrid stomped—quite literally—into his life, and he explained. He explained about Voldemort, about the magical world, about his parents. About the lightning bolt scar.

About the tattoo.

“It’s a soulmark,” he said. “Every witch and wizard has one. It’s meant to symbolise the nickname that your soulmate will give you when you’re together.”

“Do you have a soulmark?” Harry asked him, awed.

Hagrid laughed bitterly. “Nah. My only true loves are magical creatures anyway.” He leaned forward, as though to tell Harry a secret. “You have to be cautious who you share your soulmark with,” he said. “Could be dangerous if too many people knew. Especially with you being Harry Potter. There are… speculations, you see.”

“Oh.” Harry frowned. “What do people think it says?”

“Eh, the usual, you know. Love, honey… many people claim to know that it says whatever their daughter’s favourite word is. Very creepy, if you ask me.”

Harry nodded. “And what do you think it says?”

“Me?” Hagrid seemed uncomfortable by the question. “Well… Dumbledore wouldn’t tell me when we dropped you off at your Aunt’s, so I’ve been trying not to think about it, you know.”

“I don’t mind telling you,” Harry said.

“Really?” Hagrid’s face lit up. “Y-you don’t have to, but—”

Harry snickered, and told him.

He didn’t understand why Hagrid had to wipe away a few tears.

(more under the cut)

***

The first time he was called saviour was in his second year. Ginny, waking up beside him in the Hospital Wing and surrounded by her family, had murmured it without realising.

From the other side of her bed, Ron had given Harry an indecipherable look.

Ron’s tattoo was the word Idiot, neatly written on his ankle. Harry also knew Neville’s hip said Schnuckums, and he’d caught the word Flitterby inscribed in Ginny’s wrist when he’d rescued her from the Chamber of Secrets.

He didn’t think he would ever say such a word. Still, assuming he was Ginny’s soulmate was the obvious conclusion for any twelve-year-old, and Harry spent the next two years convincing himself he and Ginny were meant for each other.

And then Fleur Delacour called him a saviour when he emerged from the lake with her sister.

To be fair, Ron had been called an idiot by quite a number of people by then, including McGonagall, Hooch, all of his siblings and half their Gryffindor classmates, so Harry rationally knew that anyone could call another person by their soulmark nickname and not be their soulmate.

And yet, he spent a whole month sending increasingly confused letters to Sirius before he came to the conclusion that he liked playing Quidditch with Ginny more than he liked holding her hand.

***

Ron returned to the forest. Hermione, deep bags under her eyes, tears threatening to come out, called him an idiot, and then stormed over to where he was awkwardly standing, launched into his arms, and kissed him.

She’d never told them about her soulmark, but that night Harry learnt the word Love was neatly tattooed on her ankle.

On the same place as Ron’s, then.

***

Harry tore out the page of the Daily Prophet. Then he tore it into small, small pieces until his picture was no longer moving, until the headline—Saviour returns to Hogwarts—turned into a soup of letters in his hands.

As he threw the bits into the flames, he thought about his parents. He wondered, for what seemed like the thousandth time since he’d first stepped into the Gryffindor common room, if this had been the first place his mum had called his dad a Toerag. If this had been the place where he’d called her his Princess.

He’d never had the chance to ask Sirius about it. The only time they had talked about soulmates, Sirius had told him no matter how many people called him by the word on his chest, when the right person did it Harry would know. But when Harry had asked Sirius if he’d ever felt that, his expression had turned sombre as he’d shaken his head.

Now, Harry wondered if Sirius had even known what he was talking about. If it was all utter bullshit: the knowing, the butterflies and fireworks he’d imagined after hearing Sirius’ words, the very idea that there was someone out there—someone who would call him saviour, of all things—meant for him at all. If soulmates existed at all, or if it was all a bad joke meant to make him feel like he wasn’t destined to always be alone, even when he was surrounded by people.

***

Things were supposed to be better after the war ended. Harry guessed they were; all around him, the world was pulling itself back together. In a similar way to how his two best friends clung to one another and brought each other up, the castle was slowly becoming the warm, welcoming home it had always been, and so were its inhabitants.

Harry felt like he was sinking. Like he was too broken to be repaired, the wound so deep that nobody seemed to notice it was there.

Perhaps that was what drew him to Malfoy.

Malfoy, who looked broken, and tired, and as full of hurt as Harry felt. Malfoy, who took months of sitting in silence beside Harry, of half-hearted fights and sleepless nights in the Hogwarts corridors, to open up and tell Harry that nothing felt worth fighting for anymore.

Malfoy, who, a few months after the school year ended, rolled his eyes and mumbled the words bloody saviour as he accepted Harry’s scarf. He’d started sneezing uncontrollably, not dressed appropriately for the changing November weather.

It took Harry longer than it should have to notice—or perhaps to admit—that the word felt different when it fell from Draco’s lips. That the way Draco would use the word to point out the most mundane things Harry did, the way he’d catch Harry’s smile a moment later, always filled his chest with warmth.

That Draco was the first person to not make him hate the word in a very, very long time.

***

Soon the word became an inside joke between them. Soon, it began to come with soft brushes of hands, with private shared looks of mischief, of complicity. Soon, Draco would call him his saviour as Harry handed him the sugar bowl and Harry would just smile into Draco’s neck, and Draco would lean closer, allowing Harry to hide his smile for a second.

He didn’t know why he hadn’t told Draco yet. That saviour was his soulmark. That he was the first person that had made the word sound okay to his ears.

That he wanted him. That being around him was easy as breathing.

Okay, maybe he did know, even if he tried not to think about it.

He was scared. Scared that this would end—that he was mistaken, and Draco wasn’t really meant for him. After all, wouldn’t Harry have started calling Draco by some cheesy name by now if it was real? Wouldn’t they have talked about it at all?

“Has anyone ever called you by your soulmark?” Harry asked one night. They were slouched on the sofa of Harry’s shitty flat, as they often did these days, watching some crappy show and snapping back at the telly from time to time.

They never talked about their soulmarks. It made sense, Harry knew it—knowing what someone else’s mark was before you started calling them by it felt a lot like cheating.

Still, his mind wouldn’t stay quiet; wouldn’t stop telling him all of this, all he had with Draco, would disappear any moment like sand in the wind.

“Plenty,” Draco said, gaze weirdly fixed on the TV. They usually looked at each other more than the screen, each slumped on one arm of the sofa, legs tangled.

He was trying to hide a reaction, Harry knew.

“Me too.” Harry trailed his eyes to the screen too, but it didn’t catch his interest. He eyed Draco again. “Anyone feel different from the rest?”

Draco met Harry’s gaze. Then he eyed the clock. “I should get going.”

Harry slept badly that night, drowning in thoughts of Draco leaving. Of Draco being called by the word on his skin—a word Harry surely hadn’t said before and would never think to say—by plenty of people. What if Draco was destined for Harry, but someone else was destined for Draco?

***

He stumbled out of the elevator, Draco resting all of his weight on him. As he fumbled with the keys, Draco slurred into his ear. “You really are a saviour, huh?”

“And you’re really drunk,” Harry said, pushing the door open. “Sit down here a second, I’ll make up the sofa-bed.”

“Sleep with me.”

Harry spluttered—pulled back when Draco, leaning dangerously from the chair, tried to grab his jacket. “Wait here,” he said, a little breathless, and disappeared into the living room.

But when he walked back into the kitchen, heart in his throat, Draco’s words whirling in his mind, Draco wasn’t there.

Harry found him in the bedroom, sat on the bed, a deep frown scrunching his face as he tried to fumble with the buttons of his own shirt. He’d gotten halfway through, and Harry rushed toward him even though the sight had made something in him stir.

“Hey, stop that—” he started. But Draco, upon realising Harry was back, stood up and stumbled backwards, yanking the top of his shirt, as if to show Harry—

“Yeah, I know. Funny, isn’t it,” Draco said, although there was nothing funny about what Harry was seeing. “You slayed my soulmark in half and then became the sole person that makes my own name mean anything to me.” He laughed to himself.

Draco. The word, tattooed just below the sharp line of his collarbone, was split in half by an angry, deep scar that made the c almost nonexistent.

“We’re…” Harry started, not daring to finish the sentence.

Draco huffed, his sneer exaggerated by the alcohol. “Don’t be daft, Potty. Just because you say my name from time to time it doesn’t mean I would ever say whatever stupid, cheesy nonsense you have tattooed on your pretty arse—”

Harry pulled at the neck of his shirt, pushing aside the flap of his open denim jacket for Draco to see the word written under his collarbone.

“Not on my arse,” he muttered when Draco just stared at his chest.

A moment later, Draco shook his head. “But—I—didn’t—”

“You didn’t think that word could ever be my soulmark?” Harry asked. “Welcome to my world of disappointment.”

“I—” He shook his head again, stepped closer. “Only called you that because you’d… you’d started calling me by my name, and it felt so…” Draco touched Harry’s chest. He probably meant for it to be gentle, but he was unstable on his feet and ended up leaning forward, eyes closed, his weight on his palm where it pressed into Harry’s skin. “I was terrified. That you’d… that you’d notice. It couldn’t be you. I”—Draco frowned as though in pain—“couldn’t be for you. So I just—thought of the most ridiculous thing to call you, something that you would absolutely not have on your skin, under any circumstances, and I started calling you that so I wouldn’t call you anything else.”

Harry scoffed. At their luck; at the relief that was washing over him. “Good job,” he murmured, and Draco, emitting a low, pained whine, leaned into him completely, resting his chin on Harry’s shoulder.

“Does this mean I can sleep in your bed?” he asked after a long moment.

“Wouldn’t you like that.” Harry, an almost painful smile pulling at his lips, walked a grumbling Draco back to the sofa.

***

“Hey there,” Harry said. All that came from the bed was a low groan as Draco turned around. He’d gotten out of his work robes and not bothered with his pyjamas, and his eyes were barely open. “Long day at work?”

“Like you wouldn’t imagine,” Draco muttered, even though Harry knew he would hear all about it soon enough. “Hmph. Can’t wait to retire.”

Harry sat on the edge of the bed—pushed his shoes off. “My poor, poor Draco.” He laughed softly, nuzzling Draco’s neck between the sheets. Draco immediately grabbed at him and made him fall on his stomach into the blankets. “Still a few years till that happens, I’m afraid.”

“Hmphh,” Draco repeated by way of an answer. He sniffed Harry’s hair.

“Want me to make dinner?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Harry asked, amused.

“Not as much as I want you to stay in bed with me all evening,” Draco murmured.

“There’s an easy solution for that,” Harry said, taking his phone out. “Pizza or sushi?”

“Sushi.” Draco snuggled closer, then scowled. “Take off those hideous jeans.”

“Okay, okay, one second,” Harry laughed as Draco dragged him under the covers. He re-ordered their latest order and left the phone on the nightstand, then pushed his clothes down. “Gimme a foot.”

Draco squirmed in bed and draped a leg on Harry’s chest. When Harry started massaging the sole of his foot, he sighed, a smile finally revealing Harry’s favourite lines on Draco’s face, rather than the ones that formed when he frowned. “Mmm. My saviour.”

Harry smiled and kissed Draco’s knee.

(Thanks to @spaceaas for betaing and to all the friends that helped me come up with these nicknames!)

#Drarry #drarry squad #otpshipper98 #soulmate au #soulmates #harry x draco #draco x harry #Anonymous

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themarvelhorse · 4 years

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IT'S SUNSET SHIMMER DAY

Dogtag from https://www.mylittleties.com/; badge from https://twitter.com/TJMC_art; and plushie from .... oh fuck I actually don’t know I got it from Bronycon at a booth that sold other stuff too heck here have this maybe they’re in there https://www.equestriadaily.com/2020/09/66-amazing-plushies-for-sunset-shimmer.html

In honour of this day, I'm going to go ahead and put up an introductory post about an off the cuff mini-project I've been doing.

A re-read of @marvelandponder 's fanfic Empathy for the Devil!

Now, a relatively recent post about her writing has made me realize there's so much more to her works than I initially read.

It's really unfair to NOT give such a story the appreciation it deserves. I would have liked to give it a more careful reading on the first go, but things in life deter me from doing so.

As such, I'll take the words of my high school English teacher to heart: "If you read it book, you should read it twice. Once to find out what happens, then the second time with a red pen and an extra copy of the book. Picking it apart is best done when you’re not distracted by how it ends."

Since the second part isn't here yet, I've decided to take the time to do what I have fun with: speculate.

Now, this re-read won't be a super in-depth analysis, but it'll read more like a commentary. Some jokes, some theories, some little, noticeable things. I WILL be jumping back and forth occasionally, based on major events that happen later in this first half, so SPOILERS. Also it’s a bit of a mess, because again, off the cuff, but I also want to enjoy it more than an English paper. I suppose it may read like an Equestria Daily follow-up post, if you’re familiar with that.

Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy, I know I did.

Chapter 1 - With Love, the Royal Family

Wait, she “swore in Equestrian”... does that mean Sunset speaks horse? Does that mean horses have a different language than humans?

Any other context and what I said would sound like utter stupidity

"What on Earth was that?"

I find it funny that Twilight uses that phrase, considering it's very much not from Earth.

It looked like... dragon fire⁠—” Smelt like it, too. The few run-ins she and Princess Celestia had with visitors of the scaly kind left the royal draperies stinking of ash and cinders no matter what material burned. “—but I’ve never heard of dragons who can replace the postal system.”

It makes me wonder what Sunny's experiences with dragons actually were. If she didn't know what Spike was capable of, well, is he unique? Is she aware that Spike goes from dog to dragon? Do her and Celestia's past experiences with dragons have anything to do with Spike's origin? What happened with dragons that caused the royal draperies to burn every time?

I mean, considering Spike's relationship to other dragons, he DOES seem to be unique, maybe a result of being raised by ponies.

Algebra test? Foreshadowing (FS)? I vaguely remember something during the swap.

Took issue with the phrase "evil magic"

HMM... magic itself is not evil, but its use can be. FS?

Sunny describing Twi - “humble, caring, a great listener... stronger than anyone she met” (Adorbs). Maybe you're describing yourself too there Sunny.

CONSPIRACY THEORY - what if... the letter WAS evil? The evil king Sombra they fought, possibly could replicate dragon magic?

Up ahead by the base of the broken horse statue, Applejack emerged from the crowd holding Rarity bridal-style. Applejack looked at her, miffed. “I don’t think this is how firemen are supposed to carry out civilians, Rarity. I could sling ya over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes if you want me to be more accurate.”

“No, no, darling dearest, I’m quite certain this is exactly how it’s done,” Rarity informed her, arms draped around Applejack’s broad shoulders and stealing her stetson for her own.

RARITY WEARING AJ's HAT!

CAN'T BELIEVE I MISSED THAT THE FIRST TIME

RARIJACK LIVES

I like how Flash talks about what's making him smile and THEN mentions the situation at hand. Just one of those things when you want to gush about someone (and how in love you are) but then remember certain social necessities and priorities.

A "fire" of curiosity still remained even though her letter had cooled.

Nice.

Sunset happens to have a pocket knife... nothing wrong with that, it's a useful tool. But well you know, any sort of knife in my high-school is seen as you being a dangerous threat.

"Twilight laughed more at her overexcited friends than anything"

Right, cause she doesn't actually have the same connection to this other Twilight as a friend that her these friends do ;)

“She fainted all the way back into Equestria"

Sounds like a good new saying

CONSPIRACY THEORY - What if she did fall back just now and it's all a dream?

"Sunset lets you give her pet names?"

Really SunShim, how did it work when the two of you were dating? Did you never get close? Even as part of the charade? How detached is Flash from how much Sunset has really changed? Even Pinkie’s been known to call her SunShim. Are you really part of the group yet, Flash? Or are you just there, supporting from a distance?

"Princess Celestia decided she was worthy..."

Yeah, Twi got the crown, but you got the girl. So who's the REAL winner here?

Stress, that's what Twi got in reality. YOU got all the same six friends she does PLUS ONE YOU KISS. C'mon Sunny, if I were you, I'd be afraid FOR Twilight. Her (supposed) immortality (since she doesn't look like she's aging) leaving her much more alone than you will be. Twi will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality.

Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, whoever Twi loves will die. And there will be no comfort for her. No comfort to ease the pain of their passing.

They will come to death. An image of the splendor of princesses of ponies in glory, undimmed before the breaking of the world.

But you, my dear Twilight, you will linger on in darkness and in doubt. As night falling winter has come without a star.

Here you will dwell, bound to your grief, under the fading trees, until all the world has changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent, in this Middle-Earth.

Oops

Wrong universe

While she could see some of her more perceptive friends picking up on the small shake to her voice—so cool so cool so cool so—Rainbow Dash barked a hack of a laugh. “Ha! Big news? Try biggest news ever!”

“Yeah!” Sunset agreed gratefully, nodding. Cool news! Tamping down every emotion she didn’t like with a drill-press, she took the opportunity to lay an arm around Pinkie Pie’s shoulder. “And where there’s a coronation…?”

Of course you suggested that to lighten the mood and not distract the others from how your voice was shaking, right?

Right Sunny? Right???

Maybe it was bad, but Sunset was glad for the distraction from her own insecurities

Right.

You know, the mention of 'royal family' has come up a couple of times... the "desk of the royal family"... happy for her. For the whole 'royal family'.

The role Sunset had before with Celestia, might she be considered Royal Family as well? I understand that the letter itself is signed off from “The Royal Family”, but still. Maybe it’s all just a misunderstanding that the Humane 6 (and everyone else there) are her family now, rather than the pony versions she left.

"She was surprised her friends let her wander off on her own after nearly fainting"

Sunny

Dear

Sweetie

You just said you wished they'd learn about personal space, and you needed to get some air not a couple paragraphs ago.

I'm not afraid you probably did lose your skills in the art of deception, otherwise you probably would've pretended everything was fine a bit better.

Just a feeling, but you're already showing signs of being a better person than you realize, my dear sweet summer child.

Poor Flash, my boy. He tries his best.

And hey, SunShim, focus more on the "Don't be so hard on yourself," part of that yeah?

"Sunset's girlfriend could read her better than anyone... "

You mean, read her... like a BOOK? HAH. I knew Twilight liked reading but this is ridiculous *cue the laughtrack*

Skyrocketed nearly high enough to reach the crack in the sky

Nice

And that’s all I got for this chapter! Stay tuned for more to come!

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go listen to My Past is Not Today on repeat for the rest of Sunset Shimmer Day.

#empathy for the devil #sunset shimmer #marvelandponder #commentary #re-read #my stuff #you know I rarely do much on tumblr besides send asks or reblog so this is kind of a learning experience for me

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it-lives-in-westchester · 4 years

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Promises// ILITW fanfic

A/N: A random ILITW one shot based on the whole Noah vandalized houses when he was like 12, because what hell was that about. This is mostly just angst and my speculating how terrible Noah’s mom really is. Also sorry for any grammar errors and such seeing English isn’t my first language.

summary: Noah get's caught after attempting to vandalize a house when he 12, and he has to deal with the consequences idk what else to summarize as it as.

Warnings: Terrible parenting.

Words: Around 2000 words

The woman parked the beat-up car hastily in the driveway, she hit the wheel a few times, yelling out some swear words, before marching out. Knocking the door hard. Mr. Murphy opened his door to greet the woman, but before he was able to say anything she interrupted him.

“Where is he!?” She yelled out to Mr. Murphy. Before Mr. Murphy could say anything the young boy ran up behind him. Murphy looked back noticing that the cocky kid from earlier had turned silent and almost had a fear behind his eyes. It almost seemed like he was trying to hide behind Murphy himself.

“I apologize for bothering you in this hour, but-”

“It’s fine, I was worried about where he was,” The woman said in a defeated voice, she started to open up her wallet. Murphy put up his hand.

“Oh, it’s fine, it was no real damage, I already made a deal with your son, you don’t have to worry about anything,” Mr. Murphy said reassuringly. The woman’s eyes lit up and she sighed out in relief.

“Thank you so much, sir” giving a genuine smile towards Murphy, it was however gone in a matter of milliseconds when she turned her gaze towards the boy, and it almost looked like he shrank in size. She grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the house.

“OW! Not so tight!” He yelled out to her, it didn’t seem like she cared.

“We are talking about this later Noah,” She said while almost throwing him in the car. She turned around towards Murphy again and gave a huge smile before she got in the car herself and started to drive away.

“I come home and you’re not there. I end up looking everywhere for you, I think something terrible must have happened because none of the neighbors saw you, I am about to call the police, I get a phone call from an old man telling me you vandalized his house!? And then you ha-- Are you even listening to me!?”

“Huh?” Noah was looking out of the car window looking at the raindrops falling down. He and Jane would make a game out of it, on which raindrop would fall down first, this game wasn’t so much fun anymore when she wasn’t here to play it with him. He turned to his mom, even though most of her face was hidden behind her reddish-brown hair, Noah could imagine her turned eyebrows and twitching eyes looking straight at him. He started to fiddle with the strap on his hoodie to calm his nerves.

“I am sorry,” He said, he hadn’t noticed how late it had gotten, stupid summer. Stupid school, stupid teachers, stupid friends, stupid Devon, stupid everything.

Noah had been wandering around the place to find something fun to do, his mom wasn’t home and he knew she would not be home for hours. It was a bad day at school, he was just mad at everything and everyone.

Flunked another test, the bread in his lunch had mold on it, someone in the gym lockerroom commented on how thin he was, “you can even count how many ribs he has” he swear someone said. The last straw for him was Devon walking towards him in the hallway, but turning around just as quickly when he started staring at them. He did not want to talk to Devon, but everyone just avoiding him all the time just reminded him what had happened with everyone and Jane. Wandering around with these thoughts and everything else that had happened, he wanted to do something to feel better.

Unfortunately for Mr. Murphy, his house was the first house Noah noticed and wanted to take his anger out on. Unfortunately for Noah, Murphy was actually home and noticed Noah in the middle of the act. Even though Murphy was old and probably could not run fast, Noah knew he could not escape with all the tall fences and Murphy blocking off the only exit.

Not to his surprise, Murphy started to yell at him, however after calming down, he asked why Noah was out this late and on his own.

Maybe noticing how young he was, Noah lied and said he was 14 (he was actually 12), and that he could just walk home himself. Murphy was probably not convinced. Insisting on calling Noah’s parents, he finally gave him and told his mom’s number. While waiting for his mom to pick him up, Murphy talked to him about consequences for his actions and all that jazz. Then Murphy came up with something Noah could do to make up for the attempted vandalism. Which also reminded Noah that he should tell his mom about it.

“Mr. Murphy said...I could..cut down his lawn... to make up for...the damage--”

“Noah when you murmur like that I can’t hear what you are saying and I am trying to concentrate while driving” his mom snapped at him. He shrank in his seat, he could bring this up later, she was really not in the mood. He turned to look at the window, noticing they were driving next to woods which made him turn away just as quickly.

When his mom opened the door to the house he immediately tried to run to his room, but she nabbed his hood and he almost fell backward.

“Not so fast young man, we still have to talk about this,” she said dragging him to the kitchen. Noah noticed the cold overcooked pasta on the table, he sat down and looked at his mom face to face. With the shadows forming on her gaunt face from the mediocre lightbulb and her already bad mood, Noah could feel every hair on his back rising. Looking down at the cold slimy pasta instead of her eyes seemed to be a better option of the two. Noah took the fork next to the pasta, starting to eat it slowly. It did not taste good, but he had not eaten anything since breakfast so better than nothing.

“Do you want to explain yourself?” she said in a cold voice

“I was bored and you weren’t ho--”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full” she snapped at him. He swallowed the disgusting pasta and put the fork aside. Trying his best to look her in the eyes.

“You weren’t home for hours, I was bored. I didn’t mean to stay away from home this late, I am sorry” He explained himself short, he did not want to mention everything else that had happened earlier.

“Murphy seemed to be a nice guy, why would you vandalize his house?” Noah felt a glimt of guilt when she mentioned that. The guy handled the situation rather well and made sure Noah came home safe, which he knew certain other people wouldn’t have cared for. He even had him wait for his mom inside his house instead of the pouring rain and gave him a good lecture about the whole thing.

“Ugh, I was stupid and bored okay. He already talked to me about it and I made a deal to cut his lawn for the next three weekends, it’s fixed now. I am not gonna do it again, promise!” His mom seemed satisfied with that answer, but she still contuniued on her lecture.

“Do you have any idea what I was thinking when I didn’t find you? I was worried sick” Her voice seemed to crack a little.

“Sure you were” he mumbled under his breath sarcastically. He would not be surprised if it had taken her more than an half an hour to realize he was gone.

“What was that?” She uttered out to him. He tried his hardest not to break and poked the food with his fork.

“...Nothing” she dropped the matter rather quickly and he continued to eat his dinner. Maybe she had calmed down. They sat in silence and Noah appreciated every second of it, it was until:

“Jane would never do this to me” Was she serious? She had to bring up Jane now. She had nothing to do with anything. It came out of nowhere.

“Well… she’s gone, so you don’t know that” He immediately regretted that, noticing how his mom’s eyes changed again and he did not mean to sound so mean about Jane. Thinking about it, he wasn’t even sure if it had been directed at him or just something she just said to herself.

“I guess you’re right for once” Please don’t cry, please don’t cry, please do--

“She would have been here if it wasn’t for your friends-”

“But Mom it was Re--”

“AND DON’T MENTION THAT NAME AGAIN!”

She stood up and slammed her hands on the table which made everything on it shake. Noah immediately shut up. He saw that his mom’s eyes were twitching again and her eyes seemed even darker than usual.

“How many times do I have to tell you this!? This “Redfield” or whatever name it was...NOT REAL! Jesus christ Noah you are almost 13 years old and you still blame this on an imaginary friend! The reason your sister is dead is that you and your friends went to a dangerous place you weren’t supposed to go to in the first place. You should have known better, if you did my Jane would have still been here with us”

Noah wanted to say something, wanted to defend himself. It was Jane, Devon and everyone else who liked Redfield and wanted to be friends with that thing, not him. He never liked Redfield, always creeped out by its appearance, voice, and everything else. He had tried telling his mom about Redfield, it was the reason Jane was gone, and he knew people liked the truth. She did not believe him at all and just seemed to get madder and madder each time he tried to bring it up to her.

Maybe it was for the better not to bring “Redfield” up again, it just seemed like each time he did that. It made her furious, yelling at him for what felt like hours, and then he’d hear her sobbing in her room afterward the whole night. He took a long shaky breath.

“....you’re right” he finally said in defeat.

“Of course I am right” She responded walking past him and messing his hair up.

“Go to bed now okay”. Noah dragged himself to his bedroom changing into his sleeping clothes, an old t-shirt his dad used to wear. After brushing his teeth and walking back to his room again he noticed his mom standing next to the kitchen window smoking. She’d usually end hard days like that.

“Good night mom” He called out to her. She turned around almost seemingly giving him a smile. Like the previous convertation did not happen at all.

“Good night,” she said. He turned around to go to his room but stopped when he heard:

“I am sorry Noah, I shouldn’t have said those things to you, I know. But all of this is so hard for me and work is stressing me out, sometimes I just snap. I am trying here, you understand that, right?”

Noah nodded to what she was saying. She gave him a smile

“You know I didn’t really mean those things right? I was just so frustrated and stressed at the moment and it’s not exactly like you are making it easy for me are you?”

Noah gave a nervous chuckle and she started to laugh back. Then she stopped abruptly and Noah tried to take a step back. She put the cigarette away in the ashtray and opened her arms. Noah hesitated for a few seconds before he ran up to her and gave her a hug.

“I am so so so sorry and I promise I will try to do better in the future, promise. I love you so much Noah” She kissed the top of his head.

Even though she had said this a million times before and never kept that promise for more than a week, Noah still thought and hoped that this time she would keep her promise for good to do better, finally, they could act as a family again.

“Love you too mom”

A/N 2 I just want to make it clear that Noah’s mom apologise at the end is BS, because she doesn’t change at all. I am not excusing her actions at all. This is from Noah’s POV and he just wants his mom to love and support him so he’s gonna take it when she says sorry and gives him affection. Also made Mr. Murphy a lot nicer than planned because Noah needed some good happening to him in this depressing short tale :’)

#it lives in the woods #ilitw #choices ilitw #noah marshall #fanfic #my writing #it lives #it lives anthology #sorry if it is ooc #and not good #Took liberties with Noah's mom character because we don't know that much about #her and this is just headcanons

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lixiefe · 4 years

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Can’t Touch - k.sm

Chapter Eleven: Dr.Chan

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Disclaimer: I’ve been treated at home and probably in a different way since I was an uncommon case. Furthermore, I’ve tried making Seungmin’s character a little more severe than mine, so there could be many differences (also I wasn’t much among the ‘touch’ case). I don’t really know what happens in clinics, so I’ve wrote this depending on whatever I remember from when I was questioned- and a little alteration of course.

Warning: none

After that, you didn’t have much communication with your husband who’d engrossed himself into working even more than before. You spent the next few days without any trace of him. Seungmin only came at midnight and left earlier than you’d wake up. Of course, you felt as if it was your fault. Only if you hadn’t held his hand, he wouldn’t be avoiding you like that.

But you didn’t know he wasn’t upset at you in the slightest.

He was upset at himself and at his weak attempt of controlling himself. The feeling of your warm hand tangled with his was scripted into his mind. Not the negative effects of it, but the heavenly feeling of warmth and comfort that he found in you. Your hands had been so warm, so soft and reassuring that he craved the feel of it; again and again. But that’s such a wishful desire.

And he’d decided to ditch half of his work and dump it onto his oh-so-helpful friend. So that he could spare time for the scheduled appointment with the psychologist. And he proceeded to ignore Jisung’s pretentious whines (Jisung was more than happy that he accepted his suggestion) and slipped a sanitizer bottle in his pocket.

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“Mr. Kim Seungmin!”

Seungmin’s eyes snapped up as the receptionist hollered his name. He got up from his seat and made his way to the door labeled ‘Mr. Bahng’. He took a shaky breath, mentally readying himself as the nurse opened the door for him. As he turned inside, he was instantly faced with an extremely pale man who’d looked not much older than himself. Seeing him, the man offered a dimpled smile that stretched gracefully into a bow-like shape. Seungmin smiled in return.

“Kim Seungmin-ssi, Jisung has told me much about you,” He said, standing up as he gestured the latter to take a seat with his hand. Seungmin timidly made his way to the seat, bending down as he made himself comfortable.

“Please call me Chan,” the doctor stated with a friendly posture.

“Seungmin,” he said with a pursued smile.

Mr.bahng- no, Chan- seemed to be quite cordial, much like the eminent social-butterfly Han. He was glad that it wasn’t an old man with conspicuous amount of degrees and a not-friendly attitude. Seungmin observed that the man had dirty blonde hair, and other than the latter himself, the room itself was dark; almost everything was themed around black. He thought Chan’s outfit choice of all-black under the white coat was also influenced by color, and not style.

‘He must really like black.’

“I already know a bit about you, but I’d like to ask you myself.” Chan said, the smile on his face never-withering. Seungmin felt his hands sweating for unknown reasons. Maybe he was antsy about someone else knowing about him and his inability, or maybe, it’s been so long since he first socialized. ‘No, I need to trust him.’ Seungmin assured himself.

“You need to answer me truthfully, yeah? I’d like to have a better bond with you so that you could trust me, but you said you had limited time,” Chan stated, a little down. Seungmin doesn’t answer, only nodding his head as a signal for him to continue. Chan put aside the file in front of him, trying to look for any trace of unexpected emotions in Seungmin’s face. As his mind dinged with a positive green ‘go’ light, he continued.

“You feel fear when being in touch with someone, right? Can you tell me more about that?”

Seungmin chews the inside of his mouth, trying to recall the dismal memories. He mentally grimaced at himself.

“It’s hard to describe. I feel very- well, irrational. And there’s this constant cycle of same thoughts. I feel like, if this goes on, I might faint. It makes me feel crazy. I can’t breathe properly, it feels like my heart is going to get burnt.” Seungmin elaborates. He sees the clinician ponder with a serious expression.

“Do you feel afraid of any kind of contact that includes bare skin?” Chan questioned to which Seungmin mildly nodded. He couldn’t remember any fatal disquiets when there was a barrier of fabric between him and the others. “And you do realize that this is your mind speaking and that the thoughts are unnatural?”

“Yes,” Seungmin positively replied. “I am aware how silly my thoughts and behavior is. But being aware does not help my impulses like it is supposed to.”

Seungmin watched as Chan scribbled something on a stray piece of paper. But he was not able to read the slightest of it. He speculated that Chan was keeping a record of his answers and symptoms. I think that’s how it works.

“Behind this fear lie many thoughts such as the danger that germs may be spread or that another person may be dirty or that you may infect another person with your germs of dirt. It is important to realize that none of these thoughts are realistic but are based on fear, which you do and it is great.” Chan stated as a matter of fact. He set his pen down. Seungmin guessed that he will be questioned more. But he was proved wrong when Chan went straight to the point. “According to what Jisung has told me and what I’m hearing, you are suffering from obsessive compulsive disorder.” Seungmin squinted his eyes at him as his head tilted with confusion. Chan offered a prim smile as he continued.

“An obsession is defined as a repetitive kind of thinking that is driven by anxiety. Repetitive thoughts may include the fear that there are germs and other people could spread infections. A compulsion is a repetitive activity such as wanting to avoid touching, kissing or hugging other people based on the fear of germs. Obsessions and compulsions can take many forms. OCD works both ways so that a person may fear being touched or touching other people.” Chan demonstrated. Seungmin intently listened to the latter, not uttering a word. As Chan was finished with his explanation, Seungmin nodded.

“Have you ever tried to resist this feeling?”

“I have tried, but that didn’t work out long. I- I tried to block out my mind and try being physical but-” Seungmin looked down, he couldn’t find words to continue speaking. He wanted to say more, recalling his incident with you. He still remembered the distress radiating off of you when he rushed away and the guilt of pushing you away. But should he say that?

“You are a person who wants to touch and be touched. It is just that this OCD gets in your way of enjoying normal social interaction.” The older says. Seungmin was stunned that Chan could guess the feelings that lay underneath him. Chan meekly smiled, triumphant; as he saw the amazed state of the other.

It was an effective sign that he has tried resisting himself, and his mind. It only expressed his dislike towards the side effects and dire want of riddance. And it was an advantage on both sides.

“What exactly encouraged you to come here?”

That question had Seungmin taken aback. He knew why he felt the need to fix himself, but was there only one reason? He couldn’t pinpoint. He didn’t know exactly how many people were bothered by him, but never objected. People such as Jisung, his high school friends, his mother. Or you.

“Everything. Family, friends and,” he paused, mind transferring back to your reaction. Chan raised a brow, an indicative smirk evident on his face as he asked, “And?”

Seungmin looked down as he replied, “Han Jisung.”

Chan’s face dropped as soon as the words escaped Seungmin’s lips. His expectations stooped down low; he was in for the real deal, but what was Seungmin doing. Without a second thought, he mindlessly blurted out his thoughts. “That is not what Jisung told me.”

Seungmin stared at him blankly, one eyebrow raised as he contemplated what his sly friend had revealed about him. His trust towards Jisung seemed to be irritated that they were not given proper privacy. “For real?”

Chan awkwardly faked a cough as he shook his head sideways. “No, I mean, don’t you have a significant someone?”

Seungmin could guess where this was heading and what exactly the other wanted to squeeze out of him. But, oh well. “What about it?” Seungmin said with monotone.

Chan felt intimidated at his indifferent expression. He put on an untroubled façade as he suddenly forced a laugh, trying to ease the growing tension that emitted from Seungmin. “Nothing, nothing. Haha.” He said.

Seungmin cleared his throat, deciding upon revealing what Chan probably already knew. “I do get these occasional urges to touch her. As in, holding her hand, or maybe sensing how her cheeks felt. It’s confusing really.”

Chan didn’t expect him to expose himself like that. But he was glad for the minimal amount of trust the other had for him. This wasn’t exactly related to the diagnosis, but it was an important factor for the treatment.

“Thank you very much for telling me. You should know that factors like this are pretty advantageous for you.” Chan smiled warmly. “I should let you know about your treatment. First, there is Cognitive Behavioral Therapy in which you are taught methods to stop engaging in these thoughts and activities. Second, there are anti- depressant medications that provide huge help in relieving depression, anxiety and the OCD symptoms.”

Chan paused, scribbling something on that same paper again. Seungmin tried to peek at what he was writing, but couldn’t get a better view. “The best combination of treatment is medication and psychotherapy.” Seungmin jumped in surprise when Chan suddenly spoke, which integrated an amused chuckled from the latter.

“Thank you very much,” Seungmin thanked him with sincerity. He felt a strange emerge of hope as Chan ensured that it was very much treatable. Maybe, he could finally give in to his wishes. Maybe, he could feel normal again.

Chan held up his hands in surrender, his lips forming a wide grin as he chuckled again. “Oh my god. No need to thanks me. When are you free for the next meet up?”

Seungmin pondered for a while. When was he free? It wouldn’t be wise to schedule an appointment when there was scarcely available time for himself. He recollected that the ending date of the project was not far away. It would be best to start on his recovering journey after the bustle ends.

“Approximately two weeks later. I would give you a call.”

Chan nods with agreement, taking out a card from his drawer before sliding it towards Seungmin.

“Jisung has a whole deck of them,” Seungmin laughed at the all-too-familiar card, still taking it as he stored it inside his coat pocket. Seungmin looked at the other curiously, not blinking. Chan leaned back in fright even though Seungmin was nowhere near him. Seungmin hesitantly opened his mouth, hands folding on his lap.

“How did you meet that clumsy excuse of a man?”

I don’t like this chapter.

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Hakuoki Drama Shinsengumi Oni-tan Track 2 Translation

well... finally got around to finishing ssl’s harada’s cross short stories... been super sleepy this week... which doesn't help with me being swamped with stuff to study since i finally booked the exam for the aws course im taking... it’ll be a month and half before I can resume my normal pace for all things... that is assuming I’m still stuck at home doing nothing aside from looking for a job. oh well. lol. im in the health>everything category... stay safe people!

anyway, this is my translation of Shinsengumi Oni-tan track 2! according to the drama info page, I believe this is the very first audio drama that either Amagiri’s or Shinaranui’s VA participated in tho i can’t remember who it was... however, this cd is definitely both VAs’ first appearance in a Hakuoki drama.

due to content of this, out of all the dramas i have TL for, i’ve wanted this translated the most... unfortunately since all i got for resources are images and a video of the translation, it’s a serious pain in my ass to translate it since my CH word recognition ability is very bad...

well, no pain no gain as they say... though i think i suffer way more than what i get back in return lol. finals edits will be done later when i get to making my subtitle video (delayed due to me being busy).

anyway, enjoy~!!!!

do not repost elsewhere or else!

Hakuoki Drama CD: Shinsengumi Oni-tan Track 2: A Letter from the Yase

Translation by KumoriYami

Shiranui: Ah~ahah~ really, this is turning out to be a real hassle. hey, Amagiri, have you read this letter?

Amagiri: Yes, I've already checked it. Having received a letter from the Yase princess, I was contemplating on what should be done next.

Shiranui: Then, what's to be done [what do you plan on doing?]. Do you intend to/Should we tell Kazama about this? If it's anything related to that guy, it'll be even more troublesome.

Amagiri: I don't blame your way of thinking, but because he is the leader of the western clans, there's no choice but to inform him of this.

Shiranui: Mah~ na.

Kazama: Amagiri, you've come.

Shiranui: oh, you're finally here.

Kazama: Shiranui. Why are you here?

Amagiri: His presence today is owed to oni relations.

Kazama: What business do you have. If there's nothing, hurry up and go.

Shiranui: mah, mah, quit being so inflexible. Compared to that, what's the matter with you. I just had nothing important to do so I went out. Were you checking on that girl's condition/situation [check for Kazama in audio here]?

Kazama: Of course. My wife has constantly been mistreated by those wild dogs. To check on her situation is my/the duty/obligation as a/of the husband.

Shiranui: I was only joking. However you actually did that./You actually went [check audio for if sounds like a question]?

Amagiri: I'll be asking this just in case, [but] you didn't forcefully touch her/come into contact with her right?

Kazama: Hmph, how could that possibly happen. As long as my wife sees me, she will graciously cheer aloud [roughly says: thankfully cheer for (me). reword later?]. So today I only watched her from a distance.

Shiranui: You should really learn how to distinguish/what the difference between screaming and cheering is.

Amagiri: Observing from a distance, this type of activity is still not appropriate as a leader.

Kazama: The next time I'd like to prepare glasses to watch her from a distance [or maybe: something to watch her from a distance. the version i used for this translation says glasses.... check other tl later since im assuming this to be binoculars/telescope], but I won't be talking about that now. Instead of that, there's something you should know.

Shiranui: Ah? It's not going to be something boring again right?

Kazama: It can be considered boring/simple/ can't be considered complicated, in a sense. This was something that just happened after I encountered the Shinsengumi recently on my way back. I don't know why, [but] among that pack of dogs, [there seems] to be someone who's inherited the blood of the oni.

Shiranui: Eh... Amagiri: Hmm

Kazama: What's with that response? That reaction, are the two of you thinking that I'm an idiot?

Amagiri: No. We didn't mean to imply that, but how could that be?

Shiranuui: To confirm then, you saw an oni that wasn't Kodo's daughter?

Kazama: They're unrelated to my wife, I saw a young man, it's impossible for me to mistaken the characteristic [not sure if this is more of the 'mistaken in what i saw' sense or unable to be mistaken in this' kind of sense. check other tl after], he must have inherited the blood of the oni.

Shiranui: It turns out it was like that. Indeed, this can be considered simple/not complicated. Actually, this was sent/delivered recently.

Kazama: What is it, that letter.

Amagiri: Nn. This was from the oni living in Kyoto, Princess Yase's envoy delievered it.

Kazama: Huh. Is that woman finally going to bow down before me?

Shiranui: Why do you immediately imagine that.

Kazama: Then, don't be surprised otherwise [roughly says something to the effect of 'don't leave a man's appetite in suspense' so i put down what i thought made more sense. double check both tls later], hurry up and read the letter.

Shiranui:......."To Amagiri, Shiranui, also Kazama" Ah, by the way I added that in because it doesn't make sense [to not do so], [though] this letter was mainly directed towards me and Amagiri [check other tl later].

Kazama:......By the way [check audio and other tl], Shiranui. Are you deliberately adding in details while reading this to make this more interesting [literally: to add oil and vinegar, which figuratively means: 'adding details while telling a story (to make it more interesting)']?

Shiranui: Don't use such unpleasant words, that's basically how it reads.

Kazama: Che, it seems that Kyoto's oni do not know much about manners/etiquette. It seems that oni princess has inherited that lunacy of her ancestor [the translation of "血肿," used here means hematoma/swelling of soft tissue due internal hemorrhage... so I put in what I kinda thought was appropriate given the time period]. How laughable [check other tl. i’d guess ‘amusing’ though].

Amagiri: Can I continue reading this? [continue with this]

Kazama: Ah... Hurry up continue reading. What's wrong with that guy [check tl]?

Amagiri: "then before I get to the main point, I will first say, if you're still coveting Kodo's daughter, you should give up," she said.

Kazama: That's ridiculous.

Amagiri: It seems that the Yase Princess is speculating that, she [that girl] is fond of someone in the Shinsengumi. Perhaps it's he harsh/strict and strong Hijikata... or perhaps it’s Okita or Saito, who are excellent swordsmen/have superior swordsmanship. Of course, it's possible that it's Todou or Harada, since it's hard to guess/determine who it might be [reword later].

Kazama: That's utter nonsense/what a load of nonsense [check audio. the tl is the same where it says 'that's ridiculous']! Get to the point.

Shiranui: Really, you're impulsive as ever. Anyway, it says that a different clan [while i use the word 'clan' here, and most of the other times i see the word '族', it can also mean race/nationality/ethnicity/social group (ex - office workers). may use "group" since it's more ambiguous when I get to making the video] of oni entered Kyoto not so long ago.

Kazama: Oh? there are [other] oni in Kyoto? Where are these oni from?

Amagiri: Based on their whereabouts, they should have come from the west [says 'western part' so i might change this to 'from western lands']. So if we know something, That's why she's saying that if we know something, to please tell her.

Kazama: So it's like that/that is to say, the person I saw recently in the Shinsengumi, is the someone who probably comes from an oni clan fro a different part of the country, as mentioned in this letter.

Amagiri: That is very likely. Although Kyoto has long history, the bloodlines of many oni clans are around here/in the area. [may just omit bloodlines entirely here]

Shiranui: Joining the Shinsengumi, that sounds impossible/Then joining the Shinsengumi is even more impossible [check other tl and audio]. Then as the leader of the Western clans, do you have any idea/know anything about this oni clan?

Kazama: No/I don't know, at least I have never been in contact with them.

Amagiri: Then I'll contact the village to investigate [check tl again since the tl i wrote says 'fight'. probably wrote something down incorrectly]. How do you intend to handle this unidentified oni clan?

Shiranui: The Shinsengumi being involved in this, already makes this a real hassle. If that guy becomes a member of the Shinsengumi, we'll be fighting sooner or later.

Amagiri: Did he know that the Shinsengumi is hostile towards us, or did he know that there's a female oni within the Shinsengumi?

Shiranui: Either way it's a problem.

Kazama: hrn...

Shiranui: I'll first say, that even if it's me, I don't want to fight against another oni. There are a barely any of us to begin with/ There aren't a lot of us to begin with.

Amagiri: Then, what should be done, Kazama.

Kazama: That remains to be seen. let's go. Amagiri. Shiranui. Based on my observations, I'm afraid that the strength of his bloodline is so weak that he doesn't even know that he is an oni. Those who have inherited the noble blood of the oni, even if they don't know it, answering to the call of humans [check other tl], is something that must never be allowed.

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ah i wish i could have someone reading a letter from sen about why saito is better than kazama lol....hahaha i can only wish.

unfortunately im still really busy so i don’t when i’ll be able to translate the next track of this... still would like to have it done before end of the year though.

also, the reason why the sanan tsukikage chapter TLs were taken down from that blog i found was apparently because the site itself had problems with the images that were uploaded along with the author’s translations... i think?

Well, regardless of the reason, i was able to save the tl of sanan’s 1st tsukikage chapter since it got re-posted, and guess that means it’s only a matter of time before the tl of chapter 6 gets re-uploaded so i can go save it later....

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki drama cd #hakuoki drama translation

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