#ch: tock

[scobbe]

You know what’s good about Blessing of the Animals?

Holding kittens.

#that’s Predator and Tick #their brothers Alien and Tok were also present #Tick and Tock have CH and are wobbly babies #but what sweeties #nothing like a warm kitten sleeping in your arms #church saga

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Ch 24

Finnick x Y/N

Series Masterlist Link

The moment y’all have been waiting for…

Content Warnings - Very descriptive gore, death, injury, lizard mutts

Your body is full of aches and chills as you trudge your way through the capital sewers. You definitely have a fever but there’s not much the squad can do at this point. They’re determined to get to Snow’s mansion.

Luckily, one of the cameramen knows the underground routes of the capital so the group isn’t at risk of getting lost. Every inch of you protests as you walk deeper underground but with no way to contact the rebels, you’re stuck with your squad for the time being.

The group finally decides to take a break and enters a small room that’s out of the water. You slouch down in the corner away from everyone else. Finnick comes to sit near you but you growl at him.

“Get away from me!” you snap, causing the group to look at you. Finnick sits near you anyways but doesn’t make any move to touch you.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asks. You shake your head no and the movement sends pain up your neck.

“My neck,” you groan. Finnick makes you tilt your head up so he can look.

“It’s spreading,” he sighs. He calls Jackson over to your corner.

“Is there anyway we can get her to medical?” he asks the woman. “It’s up to her neck now.”

“I’m sorry but communications are still down,” she shakes her head.

“I’m getting Katniss,” Finnick tells you. You want to protest but your eyes are really heavy as sleep tugs at you.

“She says it started with the headache,” he tells Katniss as she crouches down to look at the veins on your neck. “It was just on her arm but it’s been spreading. It’s not from a pod.”

“If it was something in the bloodstream it would be spreading faster,” she observes. “I’m thinking whatever it is, it’s not a poison from an external source. I’ve never seen this before.”

“Get away from me!” you sleepily snap at her. She moves and you quickly fall into a fitful sleep.

Tick Tock

Tick Tock

Katnissss

Tick! Tock!

Tick! Tock!

Katnisssssss

You jolt awake to Finnick shaking your shoulder.

“Mutts,” he tells you. “We have to move now!”

Suddenly full of adrenaline, you bolt through the murky depths of the sewers as the hissing gets louder. The veins seem to be spreading faster now, crawling their way up your neck to your jaw. Your squad mates panic at the sight of you but they all have bigger things to worry about right now.

You find yourself crawling through a small hole in the wall behind Finnick. You both stare as Jackson goes to enter the hole but she’s suddenly attacked by the mutts. At the sight of them, the black veins pulse upwards and start to rapidly spread.

“Come on!” Finnick yells at you. He doesn’t want to touch you but he will if it means pulling you to safety.

The two of you quickly catch up to the rest of the group. Katniss and Gale shoot arrows at the mutts, taking them down in clumps. Finnick makes you stay behind him as he spears the monsters with his trident. He had tried to give you a weapon but you refused it as your hands were in too much pain from the substance spreading inside of you.

The group progresses forward but the mutts don’t stop coming. Finally, someone sees a way out. Pollux motions for the group to climb a ladder but your vision is getting hazy and the sound of a clock pounding in your head blocks out everything around you.

Finnick watches in horror as your bright eyes fill with an inky black substance. You let out a low growl before lunging at one of the mutts and ripping its head off with your bare hands.

You quickly make work of the mutts in the room, ripping off limbs and gouging out eyes. Your squad continues to climb the ladder, leaving only you, Finnick, and Gale left at the bottom. You can’t see them though, you can only focus on your deep primal instinct to kill anything that comes at you.

One of the mutts catches you off guard, hitting you in the head. You cough up blackened blood before sinking your fingers into the creature and ripping out its tongue. It’s teeth graze your hand but you can’t feel anything but the urge to kill.

Finnick has to stop Gale from trying to pull you up the ladder.

“Don’t touch her!” Finnick warns. “She’ll kill you. She can’t recognize any of us.”

Gale quickly backs off and proceeds up the ladder. Finnick, though, had a predicament. How was he supposed to get you out of there without touching you? At this point even him being near you may set you off. He can’t just leave you here.

“Katniss!” he calls up, still fighting off mutts with his trident. “Sedative on an arrow. Now!”

Katniss understands exactly what Finnick wants her to do. She dips the tip of an arrow in sedative and shoots it into your shoulder. Not fatal, but hopefully it would knock you out.

The arrow to your shoulder further fueled your rage. You turn towards the ladder and grin, black foam spilling from your lips like a rabid animal. You go to make a leap towards your assailant when a mutt jumps onto your back, dragging you into the water.

The group watching can’t tell who’s blood is in the water, but there’s a lot of it. Scale covered flesh floats to the surface along with black blood. Finnick wants to help but he can’t see where the mutt is and he doesn’t want to stab you.

What feels like an eternity later, you emerge from the water, holding the spinal cord of the lizard mutt, the rest of its body in pieces around you. The remaining mutts recoil at the sight and slowly back away, fearing your presence.

You let out a deep growl, blood spilling from your mouth as the sound reverberates off the walls. At this, the mutts slither back down the tunnels, leaving you and Finnick alone.

As the adrenaline leaves your body, you begin to feel the excruciating pain of your wounds. Finnick is calling your name but everything is fuzzy. The inky substance flows from your eyes and ears as the soft tick of a clock pulls you under.

Ok but the urge to kill Gale was real lol

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[rewinded-time]

Ch.33:Tick..Tock..Tick..Tock…

I WILL REPLACE THIS WITH ACTUAL ART LATER

#kevin mccallister #home alone #dcu #batman #gotham #tim drake #jason todd #red hood #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #oracle dc #ao3 update #ao3 #red robin

[hwan-g]

#masterlist

桜 : TXT —

yeonjun;

RAIN flower by 최연준.

ブルーベル: SKZ —

hyunjin;

use me by 황현진.

lavender girl by 황현진.

pisces sun by 황현진.

jisung;

11 o’clock tick tock — RAVENCLAW CH. by 한지성.

changbin;

days of candy by 서창빈.

chan;

bad habit by 방찬.

route 66 by 방찬.

daddy issues by 방찬.

put me in a movie by 방찬.

dawn to flight — GRYFFINDOR CH. by 방찬.

i was all over her by 방찬.

seungmin;

midnight diner by 김승민.

darling by 김승민.

chan & hyunjin & changbin;

greetings from las vegas! series.

ot8 series:

skz go to hogwarts! HIATUS

anthology. HIATUS

#—m.list 🧾 #masterlist #yeonjun scenarios #hyunjin scenarios #seungmin scenarios #bang chan scenarios #jisung scenarios #stray kids scenarios

[5-puthyyy]

Undying Love - Chapter 6

The sixth chapter of instalment three of the Crusher Series is here! For anyone new, please read my pinned post to read the series in order :)

This chapter is out a day early as i dont have enough free time tomorrow to edit and post. But we’re back on our regular schedule for next week!

Also, I have made a spotify playlist for the crusher series so feel free to follow and send in any suggestions for the playlist

I only post on AO3 but for anyone cautious, it’s completely free and you do not need to make an account to comment/leave kudos :) There’s a little preview followed by the link down below! Enjoy!

(Ch.1) - (Ch.2) - (Ch.3) - (Ch.4) - (Ch.5)

Ch.6

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

You can wait a few minutes longer for her, you think as you glance over at the ticking clock. She’s only a few minutes late and, in her defence, she does have a lot of new responsibilities since you last saw her. There’s also your new mess that her and Natasha have been working hard on fixing. But you’d rather not think about that.

The reason your patience is running thin is more to do with your wandering mind; being alone with your thoughts in brutal silence is not your favourite thing to do as of late. It reminds you of four concrete walls, sitting on the cold floor in the dark, the reek of sweat and blood, piss and shit, every possible horrid scent mixed into one. It reminds you of heavy boots, cocky smirks, sinister smiles paired with the cracking sound and agonising pain of breaking bones. Sometimes yours, sometimes innocents.

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#wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x reader #black widow x you #Black Widow #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch x you #Scarlet Witch #crusher series #super!soldier reader #love triangle #avengers fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanfiction #avengers

[real-time-twilight]

Breaking Dawn in Real Time

September 10th, 2006 (Sunday)

Moon Phase: Waning Gibbous 🌖

🌄 Sunrise: 6:46 AM

🌅 Sunset : 7:42 PM

Breaking Dawn, Pgs. 277-307 (from line 29)

Ch. 14 ("You Know Things Are Bad When You Start Feeling Guilty for Being Rude to Vampires")

Ch. 15 ("Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock")

6:45 AM (Approx.) - Jake awakens from a bad dream and notices Seth on the sofa eating a large breakfast and keeping Bella warm

6:48 AM (Approx.) - Carlisle consults Jake about the safety of leaving the property to hunt, Jake gives him a cautious greenlight

6:49 AM (Approx.) - Jake goes to leave and Esme gives him food and clothes to take along for Leah; Bella asks if Jake will be back later and he gives a non-committal answer

9:45 PM (Approx.) - Seth joins Jake on patrol; Seth catches Jake up on Bella and the Cullens; Jake wonders why they don't just leave to escape the wolf threat; Seth explains that, setting aside Bella's condition, it would be difficult for Carlisle to get access to the medical supplies needed for her care

10:00 PM (Approx.) - Jake returns to check in with Bella; Edward has Rosalie get Jake something for dinner, which she serves in a mixing bowl bent into the shape of a dog dish; Jake asks Bella if they have any idea when the baby will be due, Bella estimates about four days to a week

10:05 PM (Approx.) - Bella falls asleep; Jake, Edward and Rosalie discuss the process of vampire births and Edward explains what little research they've been able to do; Jacob and Edward both notice that Rosalie's focus is entirely on the baby's safety and not Bella's, and Jake throws his bowl of food at her head

10:10 PM (Approx.) - Bella wakes up from Jake's laughing; Jacob stays the rest of the night

#twilight saga #twilight renaissance #bella swan #real time twilight #jacob black #edward cullen #rosalie hale #seth clearwater #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #breaking dawn ♟️ #breaking dawn in real time #breaking dawn

[kayssweetdreams]

Nightmaren Babies Ch 11

Meanwhile, With Balan and Lance...

The two maestros had made their way over to Cass's time themed stage to find the one person (or should I say costume) who could possibly fix the Age Watch. In a small area near the large clock tower, Balan pressed on a small panel, opening a door to a quaint, but Wondrous clock shop. Many different clocks and timepieces, inspired by Wonderworld, and the people brought there played their steady, tick tock as a very old, Chrono Bunny sat at a work table, currently fixing a water themed Cuckoo clock.

"Excuse us? Pardon our interruption, But I don't think we need an introduction." Lance called into the back. The aging rabbit looked up to see the two maestros at the counter, as a small smile graced his face "Ah! Balan! Lance! Fancy seeing you here! You're actually 3 minutes to teatime. Care for some?" The elderly hare asked. Balan and Lance were about to decline, when the sound of a kettle blowing was heard “Right on time!” he said cheerfully, looking down at the clock in his stomach.

Balan and Lance looked at each other, they never turned down a cup of tea (especially when it's made from Wonderworld herbs and fruits) but they had more pressing matters to attend to. "We would like to sip and savor, but we really need to ask you for a favor." Balan said. The chrono hare looked up from his cup "A favor? Well of course, anything for you two. What do you need?" He asked, his eyes curious as to what the great maestos of Wonderworld needed.

Lance pulled out the broken watch that had reverted NiGHTS and Reala to their younger selves, and sat it at the table, before more cogs and springs shot out of it. "Goodness...What happened to this fine watch?" The Clock bunny asked. "NiGHTS and Reala, during their fight, and this is the reason for their now de-aged plight." Balan said. The old Chrono Hare looked down at the watch, his eyes gazing at the cogs and gears jutting out of it at awkward angles.

"Hmm...I have never worked on anything infused with magic before. This watch alone is practically overflowing with Wonderworld's magic..." He said, before another spring jumped out of the watch, and bounced around the room. "Take cover!" The Chrono Bunny shouted. Balan pulled himself inside of his hat as Lance sank into the shadows before the spring stopped on the edge of a small sky whale Cuckoo clock.

The three of them gazed at where the spring landed before looking back down at the damaged watch. "Yep...that's Wonderworld magic alright. I've never seen a spring with THAT much spring before." The old hare said in shock. "Is it impossible? A bit too much? We can find someone else to fix it and such." Lance said. However, the Chrono Hare gained a smile, a curious, yet a bit frighteningly mad smile

"Are you kidding? It would be an HONOR to try and fix this amazing piece of magic! I always did like a challenge!" He said. The maestros grew hopeful "So you'll do it?" Balan asked "Of course! I'll get started right away!" The chrono hare said...before looking back at his clock on his stomach "...After a spot of tea." He said, walking over to a stove and getting a teapot (that ironically had a working clock on it) off of the stove, and set it on a table, along with many carrot themed pastries.

Balan and Lance smiled. The watch was going to get fixed, and they could return their cousins to their normal age...of course, there was the question of how long it was gonna take for the watch to get fixed...

And how long until Wizeman found out.

#Balan Wonderworld #NiGHTS into Dreams #NiGHTS Journey of Dreams #Balan #Lance #Chrono Hare #Chrono Bunny

[simon-x-billy]

Simon x Billy

Year of the OTP: April

April Ch. 4: Are you alive?

April prompt: Seemingly unrequited love

Guest starring, Alfie Jones

AN: Fast-forward two months, and Billy’s still worrying about that American bloke he bundled off back to Brooklyn. Btw, he is also a man whore. No tea no shade, he just loves women (a lot and frequently). This chapter is part of a massive rewrite of Simon x Billy in honor of the Year of the OTP event on ao3. TW: This chapter includes trans themes, which I have hopefully treated with genuine feeling and respect. If you do feel triggered and there is something I can do to be better, please let me know. Gratitude and love.

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-----/Billy/-----

I’ve barely made it two months. 

Billy: Are you alive?

Simon: Who is this?

Billy: You know who this is - are you alive?

Simon: Yes

-----/-/-----

Here I am just leavin to fetch Anna Lucia and my text notification sounds out.  Last time I saw this name on my screen, reckon it’d be about a month past.

First dates. That’s a great feelin, isn’t it? You know you’re gonna kiss, but you don’t know when. Your heart’s poundin. And then the cell buzzes. Hope she’s not begging off. Took her ages to even sustain eye contact with me. To be honest, you know you’re bein flirted with when I come at yeh. Not that I’ve been pesterin her. Her eyes just couldn’t bear lookin straight into the sun. Ah, I’m only jokin. 

Right, give m’self one last lookover. “Teeth, check. Hair, check. Cock in, check. Smell good, check. Phone, check. Text check…

Simon: Are you alive?

Billy: What’s up, man? All right? You well?

Time, check. Tick tock tick tock. Come on, man, I can’t be sat here waitin on yeh to decide whether yer textin back. Anna Lucia’s-

Simon: There was an earthquake in Northern Italy

Billy: Yes, that is correct - there was an earthquake in Northern Italy

Simon: You ok?

Billy: Yeah man, did you worry? That’s so sweet

Simon: Shut up

Billy: Then you wouldn’t know whether I survived the earthquake in Northern Italy

Billy: Don’t be losin sleep on my account, man - I’m well to the south

Billy: Big landmass, we’re not fallin into the sea

Billy: That sorta thing only happens in America

I pause, thinkin that he might take the bait, but it’s been a minute without a response and I’ve got a stunner waitin on me. 

Condoms? Definitely. Check.

-----/Simon/-----

Billy: Simon

Simon: What

Billy: …

The little typing-in-progress dots start and stop, and start and stop again.

Billy: Nevermind.

Nevermind. Nevermind? Nevermind?! What the fuck?! You can’t just - grrrrrr. Sometimes I hate that guy. 

Shit. What if something’s wrong. 

What if he’s lost fingers and can’t thumb in a text. Besides “Simon” and “nevermind.” Yeah, no, that’s ludicrous, Lewis. Obviously. Certo.

Two hours later, and I’m still distracted. ‘Nevermind?’ Rude.

Annoying. 

Fucking obnoxious, is what it is. 

I do not need this kind of thing in my life. And I don’t even know the guy. So I delete him from my contacts. 

I already kinda regret it.

Fuck.

——-/-/——-

So yeah. Fuck. I still regret it. 

For a whole week. Shit. 

Did I put it under Terrazze……. Or di Limoni?  Ah, ok. The phone ringing in Italian sounds weird and wrong. Sorta like me in Italian.

“Ciao, Terrazze di Limoni, parlando Rosalina. Come posso aitutarti?”

“Um, si, I’m good, thank you…um, I don’t parlo Italiano.”

“Si, signore. How can I help you?”

“Thanks. I’m looking for Billy Delaney. Or, actually, I just need his phone number. I lost it.” 

Nothing. 

“Billy from the restaurant?” I clarify.

Again, nothing. “Yes?” I ask.

“Yes? Is this a question? I do not understand you, Signore Laywees.”

Ok, redirect. “Do you know his cell phone number? Please?”

“I can not, no.”

“Is there someone who does know his number? Maybe the computer?”

“No. Non signore. I am not permiso. Emmm, how you say, permit to give to you the informazione that is personal to him.”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess I can understand that. Makes sense. But since I know him?” Please please please.

She is silent, again. Until, “Is this a question? I still do not understand you, Signore Laywees.”

“I’d really like to talk to him. Via text, I mean. Send a text - to him.”

“Sí, signore.”

“Yes? You’ll give it to me?”

“No.” She makes it sound so final and permanent.

“Do you remember that he and I are friends? I stayed in the suite up on the top floor?”

“Si. You are the American on the roof.”

“I what? No, nevermind. He is still at the hotel, though, right?” Maybe I can just ask to speak to the mana-

“No.”

“Wait, what?”

“No. He is no longer at the hotel,” she informs me.

“But he’s still in Sorrento, right?”

“No.” It sounds so final and permanent.

Panic. “But-“

“He is in London,” she adds.

“Wait, what?”

“He is in London.”

“I didn’t know that,” I say quietly to myself.

“Certo.” Obviously? She thinks I’m obvious.

So now it’s even more important that she give me his number. Cuz if I ever need to get in touch with him, they wouldn’t give it to me. Not a chance.

“No.”

Goddammit, Lewis. “Did I say that out loud?”

“It was quiet, Signore.”

“Pardon?”

“Si. I perdonna you.”

Help? Confused. “Please, I need to talk- to text him. Even more now that he isn’t in Italy anymore. If you don’t share his number,” I say, kinda more to myself than to her, “then that’s it.”

“What is it?”

“I mean-” Shit, I suppose that really is it, then. I won’t get to tell him I’m over Voldemort and her nighty. I was kinda looking forward to that. “I guess it’s just that that will be it. In terms of knowing him. Friends. So, yeah. I guess I just won’t know him anymore.” This is the single most embarrassing experience I have ever had. Since my trip to Italy.

“Ah, si. Ssssssi.” She stretches out the last word, so it sounds like she’s mulling something over.

“Signore Laywees,” she says in a muffled whisper. “His numero is-“

——-/-/——-

Simon: Billy

That Irishman: 

——-/-/——-

Rude! 

——-/-/——-

Three days later it’s even ruder. More rude. (I’m allowed to think with bad grammar.)

I shouldn’t have bothered getting the number. That’s an hour of my life I’ll never get back. I mean, how many more days is he… You know what? Fuck it. I don’t even care.

This is me not caring.

At all.

—--/Billy/—--

Fucksake, Simon. I was with a girl. Lucrezia with the long legs, and what, you want me to pull out to answer your text? 

Y’ know what - I’m done with this. He’s alive. That’s fine. All I needed to know.

Deleted.

—--/Simon/—--

Simon: Where are you?

That Irishman: New phone, who dis?

I - wow. That kind of - stung.

Stings. 

—--/-/—--

It’s been a week and it’s still stinging.

Simon: Are you alive?

I couldn’t go a week without texting. What the fuck is wrong with me. 

That Irishman: New phone, who dis?

Ow. 

He ghosted me. Actually, like, in reality, intentionally ghosted me.

Simon: You know who this is.

You know what? I’m done.

I do not need this in my life right now. My book placing Simon out front as main character is due in two months, but Me Simon, the author? I’m still stuck. I still suck. I’ve scrapped everything I’ve written about him.

So of course I start writing an entirely different story. Which then turns into an idea for a Warlock spinoff series for my most flamboyant and interesting character. 

It’s a love story between boys. It’s been building over the course of all three books, and I just can’t shove it out of my head. And the fans want that just as much as they want a Simon book. Easiest way to avoid doing something you need to do? Do something else you need to do. 

Shit. I need to do some research.

That Irishman: Why?

Huh. Interesting point. I-

Simon: I don’t know

—--/Billy/—--

I think we’ve gotten past our - whatever it was a few weeks ago. That was weird. Yeah, weird. We were up each other’s arses about - what? Nothing at all. Immature and grating, and yet, we’re still texting. A little more often now. But usually it’s of the “are you alive?” variety, with single word, single syllable answers from Simon. “Are you over her?” “Yes,” that sort of thing. I can’t tell whether he’s pissed, or just wants to know I’m alive. I thought I was supposed to be knowing that he was alive. 

Billy: Are you alive?

Grumpy: I guess

Billy: Two words! We’re making progress

Grumpy: Shut up

I laugh.

Billy: I’m not talking, I’m texting. If you want me to stfu, just put the phone down

Billy: Try it - now

Billy: See? Silence. Wasn’t that nice?

Grumpy: You really can’t can you

Billy: Can’t what

Grumpy: Shut up

Billy: Jaysus, Simon. Put the phone back down. I don’t need to be hearing you being mean

Grumpy: Funny

Billy: You know man, you’re like the Hemingway of texting

Grumpy: So literary

Well, he’s not biting. Much. Why do I bother? Have a better conversation with the cat. 

Of course my friend Rachel’s a cat person. I like that about her. And her cat.

So I feed the cat. And Rachel, before she’s back to her pub downstairs. I potter about the kitchen, tidying up while I wait to hear back from my best mate, Alfie.

I feel my cell buzz in my back pocket, just as I’m puttin the several thank-you meals I’ve made Rachel into the fridge.

Alfie: We still on mate?

Billy: Do you really have to ask?

Alfie: Yes! 

Alfie: I mean no

Alfie: I mean I know - just looking forward to seeing you mate

Alfie: Worried you wouldn’t want to see everyone - you know what I’m trying to say

Billy: I think what you’re trying to say is you’re leaving the house now

—--/-/—--

Is this… I think this is shot #3. She gave us two, and then… so that’s 4? I think. 

Oooh, my arse is vibrating. But not for the fun reason. 

“Whoa-what Alfie?!” has just grabbed me - bodily - and pulled me up against him. 

“Alfie, I love you, mate. You’re a mostly good friend and I guess you’re kinda cute, but-”

He flips us around, drops his arse onto a bar stool, and makes himself very small.

“Tired, mate?” I’m frowning down at him when Rachel sets up another pair of shots.

“For the birthday boy. Where’d he get off to?” she asks, pretendin to survey the room.

I snort. “Here’s yer man. This tiny human here in front of me who appears to find my Vegas belt buckle fascinating. Alfie, mate, what’re yeh-”

“I’m hiding,” he hisses.

“But why?”  

And of course it’s just as I’m throwin back shot #5 (4?)  when the great eejit grabs me about the waist, yanks me to him, and buries his face in my navel. 

So now I’m chokin on vodka and he’s hissing at me to shut up and stand still. “The fuck? What’re you doin?! Stop it,” I wheeze.

“Shhh!”

Still tryin to see past the blindin fire in my sinuses. “Fucksake, Alfie! You know I just blew a shot of clear alcohol out my nose. And I know you do cos you’ve vodka snot in your hair, and runnin down the side of yer face, mate. What the fuck?”

“I don’t care, shhhh!”

So I stand very still and speak very quietly. “Alfie, mate. Why don’t you care that you’ve vodka snot – my snot – runnin down yer face?”

That’s when he grabs both my arms and slaps them on the bartop, caging himself in. 

This once again catches Rachel’s eye at the other end of the bar. As it should do. And she shoots me a quick look. I answer with a shrug. 

“Do I even want to know?” she asks, headin back our way.

“Would both of you shut up? Hide me!”

Rachel rolls her eyes and leaves me with the child in my arms. 

“I’d say I’m flattered, mate,” I whisper. “But you’re freakin me out now. I’m assumin it’s a girl, yeah? Which one is she?” 

I’m looking into the bar mirror and spot a face from a lifetime ago. 

“Alfie, is that-”

“It’s that fit Thai bird from Bangkok.”

“Alfie, is that Ken?” 

Guest starring, Ken

Alfie buries his face in my navel again.

“Yes?” he says in a guilty squeak. 

“Why is she here?” I ask very slowly, as if I’m speakin to someone not so bright. Because I am speakin to someone not so bright. 

“Erm, well… Because I live here? Probably?”

I need another pint. And vodka’s put me off, as that’s a pain that’s gonna linger in my nasal passages. I signal the lovely Rachel, who nods as she begins to pull me a pint.

“Alfie. Why are yeh hidin? From Ken. Who is now where yeh live. And not in Bangkok.”

“I sort of…”

I give him the ol’ eyebrow encouragement. 

“I’ve kind of been sending her sexy pokes…erm, sexy poking with her.”

“For a year?! Wait, no. How long has it been since Thailand? Have you been sexy poking her all this time?”

“Shhhh!” And back to my navel he goes. “I didn’t invite her! She’s just here! Over there,” he says with a muffled rumble into my belly. 

“I have a feelin that’s just the beginning of a very long, very embarrassing story. Don’t let me stop yeh. But yer steamin up my stomach and my vodka snot has now migrated back to me. On my shirt. And you know how I feel about laundry.”

Sighing and shaking my head. “Mate, stop it. Yer actin like a baby. Face yer fears or face responsibility or buy her a drink. Those are yer options.” 

“How about we buy me a drink instead?” He looks up hopefully, his hands loosening the vice grip he’s got on me.

“And by we, you mean me,” I state the obvious.

“It is my birthday.”

“And we have a history of phenomenally fucked up birthdays here. Are you plannin to make a regular habit of it?”

Rachel places the perfect pint in front of me. I sigh. “Sure’n I suppose you’ll be wantin my pint then.”

He grins sweetly up at me. “Birthday?”

“Thank yeh, Rachel, love. That’ll be one more. But I’ll be takin this one.” 

Alfie whines unintelligibly.

“Alfie!” rings out the voice of a high tenor.  

I move aside like the terrible friend that I am.

“Judas!” Alfie cries.

“Ken!” I cry. 

“Billy. I like seeing you again. I don’t like seeing this one with his face in another man’s chest!”

“Another man’s-”

“Pickles!” Alfie cries.

Guest starring, Pickles

“Lord Jaysus, Pickles!” I cry. I’m over the moon to see our old mate Cheese & Pickles. Another one Alfie made a hash of a start with, leadin him on. But at least in that case, it had been an honest mistake with a cheese and pickle baguette, and quickly sorted. And we made a solid mate out of the mess. I’d hoped I’d get to see him again this year. 

Ken, on the other hand, I never had much interaction with her. Nice girl if memory serves, but she is a bit of a wild card. Certo.

I round on Alfie. “Alfie, why is Ken here? How long has this been going on?”

“Two years!” Ken shouts.

Oh Alfie, you feckin brainless eejit, look at the state of yeh. 

“He said he wanted me. Me. He never said anything about you.”

I watch as Pickles’ jaw drops open at the implication, and his eyes slide from side to side like it’s Wimbledon. 

“I say it again, Billy. He told me he wants me. So I came.” Ken is trying to keep a lid on her emotions, but they’re right there at the surface ridin her.

“Erm,” Alfie begins, looking like things are starting to fall into place in that thick skull of his. 

“What was that? Squeak up,” I press. “Today’d be grand.” 

“Erm, well,” Alfie begins again. “I-” And his face turns cherry red starting from his collar, ending at the very tips of his little mouse ears. “I may have said-”

“I want you so much. You told me over and over. I want you. I want you so much. Come with me. So I came.”

Pickles zips his mouth shut.

Simon would have relished this moment.

“I am beautiful. You told me! How could you be with him? He is not beautiful.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that,” Pickles mutters again. 

“Thanks, mate,” I say. No harm in hearin it, if I’m honest.

“And just where were you when you were telling Ken how much you wanted her? How beautiful she is?” Spit it out, man.

“Erm…” says Alfie, eloquent as ever.

“He was on the computer. Where else would he be? He was not in bed with you!” Ken turns on Alfie. “Were you?”

“Erm…” repeats Alfie. 

“Have you no sense, you great eejit? You’re makin it worse.” All skull, no brain. Don’t know why I bother.

We need to get her calm, get her some privacy in a nice, cozy snug in the corner, sit down and sort this out. This is too personal for the floor of a pub. Not fair to Ken. 

Guest starring, a snug

Looking disgusted with Alfie, Pickles steps in and picks up Ken’s hand. “You deserve better,” he says softly but with honest conviction. Good man. 

Ken’s eyes are welling. “Yes. I do.”

“Oi!” Alfie exclaims in indignation.

I cut him off with an elbow to the ribs and a glare. “Not helping!” I grit out. 

“Oh. Oh!” Alfie takes in a deep breath and gives her a sincere apology. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he says, and once again buries his face in my navel. 

“Alfie!” Ken looks like she’s about to cry quite a lot of tears. “You said-”

And right before my eyes, Pickles’ face goes all soft. I watch it happen right in front of me. That moment you see in films when the boy looks at a duckling like he’s never seen one before, and suddenly she’s the loveliest water fowl he’s ever met. “Ken, is it?” he says softly. “Come sit down. I’ll get you something to drink, and we can figure it out.”

I incline my head toward the snug at the back part of the room. I can see it’s empty.

Ken raises her head high, and pins Alfie with a deadly glare. “You are not worth my tears. Or my frequent flying kilometers.”

Alfie looks ashamed, as he should do, and wisely keeps his fat trap shut. Wise - for Alfie, that is. Pickles leads Ken across the floor as far from Alfie and me as he can be. “Do you have luggage?” I hear him ask as they walk away. Good man. Damn good man.

“You owe Pickles, mate.”

“All my birthday beer is his.”

“That’s right,” I agree. 

“That’s right,” Alfie whispers as he downs his two forgotten shots. “That’s right.”

“Alfie. What’s really goin on here, mate?” I ask him. “You realize you’ll be needin to have an honest talk with Ken, don’t yeh? Pickles may have put the situation on pause for the moment. But she does deserve better, man.”

He looks a bit lost.

“What were yeh thinkin?”

He starts to fidget. “Look, man.” I reassure him. “I’m here for yeh, thick, thin, wide, narrow, tall, short. Female. Male?”

“Or maybe somewhere undefined in-between?” he asks.

“Alfie. I love yeh, mate.” I’m bendin down gettin in his face, bein that the man is avoidin eye contact with his head down. “Nothin else matters, yeh see that, don’t yeh?”

Alfie peeks up and looks at me, barely. He’s unsure and deeply unsettled. Ken, in person, has him rattled — profoundly rattled. And can I blame him? Somethin private – and very likely somethin he thought was just for fun with no consequences – just became public and hit home in a very, very she’s at my home kind of way. So much for no consequences.

“Life is real, Alfie. Life happens. Life has consequences. Life is full of good people, in with the bad. Ken’s one of the good ones, mate. If yeh don’t want anything to do with her-”

“I didn’t say that!” busts out of his mouth, before he can think on it. Which, if I’m honest, describes everything that comes out of Alfie’s mouth. He squeezes his lips together, willing them not to speak.

I let it float for a minute, not wanting to give him any outs, but also not wanting to make him afraid to speak. But I break. “No judgement, mate. Do you want Ken?”

He finally lifts his head, and gives me frightened eyes I’ve never seen him wear. “I don’t know?”

“No reason to panic like this. No need to have it all worked out of a sudden, all at once. But you do need to be honest with her. And you need to walk over to that snug with me, sit yerself down across from Ken, and talk to her. Tonight. Let her know how yer feelin, that you might be conflicted, questioning. She’s got to know what that feels like, mate. Hasn’t she?”

He gives me a one-shoulder shrug, lettin me know he’s heard me.

“Go take a piss, do a shot, smoke somethin, whatever. But you’ve got 5 minutes before you have to act like a grown man. I’ll make your excuses til then. And I’m lettin her know you’ll be joinin us in that snug. No runnin from this, mate. She knows where yeh live. Because I’ll give her the street number and drive her there m’self if ye run.”

—--/-/—--

When I finally arrive back up at Rachel’s flat, I’m drunk enough to bump into every wall between the entry and the stairs, which I manage to fall up, and then “Ow!” as I knock my hip against the railing at the top.

I’m tripping as I try to walk out of my jeans and open the bedroom door at the same time. Seems like something that should be possible, walking out of a pair of jeans. It isn’t.

As I fall on my arse with a loud thud and grunt, my guest for the evenin begins laughin at me. I can’t really blame her. I’m drunk. She’s drunk. Neither one of us remembers each others’ names. Doesn’t matter. Except-

Guest starring, Guest

“Oh, Saints preserve us! Jaysus no!”

“What are you on about?” Somethin-somethin-somethin, “on me.”

I’ve no idea what she’s sayin, and couldna care, because I’ve fallen on my phone. “Mary and the sweet baby Jesus, oh thank you. Ohhhh thank you. Oh lord.”

I caress it lovingly – which is really what I should be doing with the bird crawling across the bed in a relatively alluring way. The screen lights up revealing a text notification, and I vaguely remember it buzzing in my pocket at the start of the night. I’d sort of forgotten it, what with Alfie’s nose in my navel. And my nose shortly due to be well below her navel.

Grumpy: Why

“What? Oh no, not you love. Don’t move a finger. I want yeh just like that.”

Billy: Why what?

He replies almost instantly.

Grumpy: Why are my texts like Hemingway

Billy: Brief.

I turn off my phone, and drop it on the crumpled and growing mass of clothing on the floor. After all, it’s important I focus all my attention on my guest’s needs. And I’ve a feelin she’ll have many.

—--/Simon/—--

Fuuuuuuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Again.

I have no idea how to write the Simon book and it’s seriously sucking my will to live. Which, you know, vampire Simon and all that.

OK, so here’s the thing. I can’t just suddenly claim I’m totally different from the character, when the fans know I’ve based him on me. And they know I’m a nerd. A huge nerd. I can’t turn him into some super, supernatural, sleek, and sexy vampire. Nope. He has to be confused half the time. And show periodic feats of great courage, followed by moping and pining and loyalty. The fans love it. They eat that shit up. On paper – not in my actual life. Me Simon, I mean. Other Simon gets to mope all he wants and they still think he’s worth reading about. Fuck if I know why.

I can’t turn him into an amalgam of like, hipster-bass-player-shoegazer-vampire. We’ve all already read the one about the rockstar vampire.

So what kind of person would Other Simon wish he could be?

Ugh, well, 15 year old Me Simon just wanted to be cool and get the girl. 15 year old Other Simon is… a vampire, and will get the girl. Maybe two. Eventually.

I think he needs confidence. Other Simon, I mean. That’s what being a vampire gives him. That and killer abs. (Vamp abs are killer. I crack myself up. This is me cracking up.)

I think that’s his real growth arc – the confidence, not the abs. Wayyy back at the beginning I started him from a place already lagging behind his peers, saving himself for his crush. So becoming a vampire boosts his confidence immeasurably. That’s why we can more easily believe it when he finally gets the girl. For like five minutes.

I dunno. Now maybe he’ll go be a rockstar at being a super-supernatural superhero, rather than an actual rockstar of music. Nobody cares that I play bass.

You, self in mirror. Nobody cares that you play the bass. Just let it go.

Ok fine, me. You win. As usual. Nobody wants to hear the stats on my vintage Marshall stacks. Or about my priceless Rickenbacker, played by Sir Paul himself. Oh my god, why? Whyyyyyy? This should be exciting to everyone, everywhere.

I wonder if Billy would say I’m whingeing. How do you even spell that. Winging? Winjing? Whinging?

Actually, wait. Billy’s a confident person. He’s gregarious. Everybody fuckin loves that guy. Sometimes I hate him, just to prove to the universe that it is possible. Sometimes he deserves it, too. Wanker. Twat. Neither of those sound good in American.

Maybe Ma’s right and I should get out more.

Nah.

What would I even do? I’m supposed to be writing. I’m supposed to be writing. Writing.

Writing.

Writing.

Writing.

I can’t believe I went to Italy and didn’t take one picture. Not one. I had a couple good conversations. All with an Irishman – no one Italian. That would be stupid, Simon. (Me Simon, not Other Simon.)

Fuuuuuck.

——-/-/——-

Simon: I was in the seat of the Roman Empire, on possibly the sexiest sea in the world, and I didn’t fucking notice

That Irishman: Yeah, I noticed

Simon: Where are you?

That Irishman: Sorrento, dinner rush, can’t talk

Simon: Pick me up tomorrow

That Irishman: Wait what?

That Irishman: ???

That Irishman: Simon

That Irishman: Simon!

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Code Blue Ch. 18- Turbulence

Summary: A stormy funeral takes place. Lee and Josie have a close call, which triggers him. Orlando gets a not so nice wake up call but it bears good news. Things get ugly with Britt and Elizabeth. Britt interrogates Josie who is reluctant to share. Orlando makes an appearance. Ethan runs his mouth. Josie gives him a piece of her mind. Lee receives another vision. Ethan is accused.

*Warnings* Funeral scenes, angst, language, car accident, violence, mob references,

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Orlando, Ethan, Amy, Britt, Elizabeth

Salem, Massachusetts

February 26, 2023

3:30 pm.

It was raining like cats and dogs on your way to the funeral home. There was nothing but the repetitive sound of the wiper blades and the rain plummeting onto the windshield. Your head laid upon Lee's shoulder, your arm snuggled over his stomach and his arm wrapped around you as you watched the wipers sway back and forth....tick tock...tick tock...hypnotizing you into sleep.

Breathing in his Drakkar cologne that seeped out of his open neckline, a place that you could stay in forever, you found the dream world. A not so pleasant one invaded your state of unconsciousness. Water. There was so much water and you were submerged in it. Something, or someone was pulling you down into the darkness as you kicked and fought to find the surface....needing to breathe......breathe Josie breathe!! A man's voice called.

Lee felt you twitch a few times and tightened his grip on you.

"Jo, hey sweetheart. I think you should sit up and put your seatbelt on."

He was becoming concerned with the torrential downpour and limited vision as it was getting darker out from the storm. You didn't answer him which told him you were sound asleep. He quickly kissed your head with a sigh, then slowed his speed and continued on with caution.

Lee was just getting ready to take his exit off of the freeway when a car in front of him tried to cut over at the last minute and began to hydroplane, spinning sideways right into Lee's path.

Instinctively, Lee hit the brakes, pinned you to the seat as hard as he could with his arm and turned the wheel, causing his car to slide off onto the berm and come to a raging halt.

You sat gasping as Lee slammed the car in park and grabbed your face.

"JO! Are you alright?! Look at me baby!"

Your eyes were wide and you you couldn't move from shock.

"I...I..think so...what hap...Lee?"

He pulled you against him, firmly cradling your head as he gasped in and out with clenched eyes.

"Lee...I..I can't breathe..."

Your own words sparked the memory of your dream....and then you saw the man's face to match the words you heard....Orlando.

Lee quickly let go, not realizing he was holding you so tight.

"I..I'm sorry...just tell me you're not hurt. I..I could never live with myself if..."

"Lee...I'm ok. It's ok." you reassured him while stroking his face. "What happened?"

Lee became angered as he looked around, searching for the car that wiped out in front of him, but it was nowhere to be seen.

"Some asshole tried to cut over and spun out in front of me....and apparently has taken off.....It's not safe to sit here. We need to go. Put your seatbelt on. We should have never been driving in the rain without it. That's my fault." he snapped as he then fumbled to put his on.

"Lee, I'm fine, please try to calm down."

"Jesus Jo, will you just put your fucking seatbelt on!" he shouted.

You stared at him in disbelief as he froze, staring at the steering wheel. Slowly you began to pull your belt over you, but before you could buckle it, he abruptly took it from your hand and snapped it into place himself, tugging on it to make sure it was locked, then sped off.

Although you were unsettled by his reaction, you understood it and that he was only trying to protect you. The accident with Jacob had been so similar as it had been raining that night and the car slid off the road, striking a tree. Of course, that only happened because Elizabeth had been assaulting Lee while he was driving and grabbed the wheel.

You both were silent the rest of the way, not because either of you wanted to be but because Lee was disgusted with himself for yelling at you and you knew he was, so you decided to leave him alone until you were both safely at the funeral home. You glanced at him a few times but he kept his face forward in shame, his eyes glistening with tears that threatened to fall over the rims of his lower lids. Lee was mentally kicking his own ass for what he had just done, scaring you like that...again.

Lee pulled into the home and was greeted by one of the procession directors. He told him he was his son and the man put a flag on Lee's car and had him pull up next to the hearse in a spot that was reserved for him....right next to Gordon's in which Lee scoffed at.

He turned the car off and sat silently for a moment, still reluctant to look at you. Instead, he peered down at his shaky hands as his thumb fidgeted with the other one.

"I...I'm so sorry Jo." Lee whispered as he lifted his eyes to stare blankly out the window.

You unbuckled your belt and scooted next to him and undid his, then pulled him into your arms.

"I forgive you....so please, forgive yourself. I know that it came from a good place in wanting to keep me safe and I also know that you were just triggered by a devastatingly horrible memory....and I know how stressed you are about today...about everything."

Lee was so astonished by your words and slowly wrapped his arms around you as his tears now fell.

"It was all no reason to act that way and to scare you...I..I don't deserve you Jo."

"Yes you do....and I'm not afraid...Now, no more of this. Let's go inside." you sweetly said as you rubbed the back of his neck.

You brought your face to his and smiled, then tenderly wiped his tears and softly placed a kiss right beside his mouth.

His eyes smiled and danced all over your face. "Wait here."

Lee pulled an umbrella from the backseat and then got out and jogged around to your door so that you could stand under it, and then he escorted you inside.

As you both walked into the foyer, Lee stopped to take in a deep breath and sighed heavily.

"Jo, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, after your brother's funeral only a month ago? Maybe this isn't good for you....maybe I'm not..." he softly said and lowered his eyes.

"Hey..." you respectfully and kindly said with a smile as you took his hands. "You don't get to decide what's good for me, or what I should be afraid of. I want to be here and I know what's good for me...and that is you."

"Stubborn. So damn stubborn...and I like it." Lee grinned and helped you take your coat off.

"Are you ready" you asked.

"No...but I never will be so let's just go." he answered and took your hand, which molded together so perfectly as if you were Cinderella and his hand was your missing shoe. Lee was more than good for you. He was the one.

You and Lee stood at the back for a moment and studied all the attendees. There were quite a few people there already, all mingling and talking, except Gordon and Donna who sat together in solitude with their noses in the air.

"Imagine that." Lee quietly scoffed. "Sitting in the front row, playing the part of the good son when he was never around. Like he has any right to even be here."

"Well your dad told you that you were a good son, so just remember that and pay no attention to Gordon. They'll hopefully disappear after this is over."

"Doubtful. You heard him. He plans to contest the will about the farm."

"Yeah, but didn't you say your dad sold you the house before hand for that sole reason? So that it could not be contested?"

"Yes, he did, but that won't stop Gordon. He'll pull some bullshit saying dad wasn't capable of making that decision and that I coerced him or some crap. It's all about winning to him. He don't give a damn about the farm. He hated it there. He just wants to take it from me because it's something I care about....all out of jealousy and I guarantee you Donna is the one pushing him to do it."

"Well, if it comes to that, I know a few great attorneys if you need one. How about you try to not think about that now though, ok?"

"Yeah, you're right...as always. You keep me grounded Jo." he smiled and squeezed your hand.

You noticed a lot of familiar faces from the hospital that came to pay their respects, including Britt and Amy that were among the crowd and you figured at some point you should go and apologize to Britt for ripping her head off about Lee's suspension.

"You can go say hello to Britt if you want while I go up to see my dad."

"I...I would rather go with you...that is...if you want me to. If you would rather be alone with him, I understand that."

Lee looked so happy as he peered down at you. "No, Jo. I would love for you to come with me. God he would have adored you....so would my mother."

His voice choked up and you quickly hugged him. "It's ok. Come on, I'm right beside you."

Earlier- 3 pm

Orlando had fallen asleep with headphones around his neck, when he was startled awake by his cell phone ringing. He flung up to go find it in the mess of Ethan's vacation rental, for he had so wished that it might be you.

He and Ethan had hit the bottle pretty hard the night prior, jamming out to his rockstar brother's music and trying to help Ethan write a song, but all they accomplished was getting drunk and fighting. Orlando felt like death and knew he probably looked like it too as he felt the scruff on his face and lump on his forehead where Ethan cold cocked him..

He didn't even look at the caller ID and quickly answered his phone.

"Hello..." he calmly said, trying to hide his anxious state.

"Thought you should know that Jimmy was released from the hospital this morning and lucky for you, he's not going to press charges...guess he don't blame you for what happened....you always get away with hurting people don't you!"

"Sami...I'm sorry. It was an accident...I never meant..."

"It's not an accident when you sucker punch someone Landy!"

"It is when I didn't know it was him. I thought someone was going to jump me and I reacted without thinking."

"Whatever! Mum told me to tell you she sent flowers for Lee's dad to the funeral home and that you better go since your name is on it, since she can never get a hold of you. Pretty sad that you shun your own mother. She would have came herself but her health is declining, but what do you care. It's always all about you ain't it baby brother? Jimmy and I came all this way and because of you, we can't even go to the fucking funeral..."

"Sam, I don't have time for your badgering. Lee will understand and most likely go and see Jimmy... I am glad Jimmy is alright and will come see him soon. Tell him I'm sorry. Gotta go now.."

"Don't you hang up on me Orlan...!"

Click. He hit the end call button and tossed the phone onto the couch as he put his head in his hands and groaned in both physical and mental agony.

Ethan then came in, all dressed up and ready to go.

"Bro, come on man. It's 3 o'clock and the service starts at 4:30. You're going. Don't make me drag you.....and shave. You look like shit."

'Why can't everyone just leave me the hell alone!" Orlando huffed and stormed off to get in the shower. He was only going to go to please his mother for he believed that Lee could not care less if he made an appearance.

Lee stood at his father's casket, staring at him. You could feel his hand trembling as you held it tight. He let out a deep breath and reached out his hand, placing it gently on top of his father's.

"Lee...I can go and give you some time.."

"No, please...please stay." Lee pleaded with desperation in his voice. "If you leave, I feel like I will fall apart."

"Ok, ok. I will not leave you. Just hold onto me. I've got you." you told him, just as he had told you when you were scared.

"That photo there on the stand, when he was young. You look so much like him Lee. So handsome. I can see where you got your beautiful brows." you said with a sweet smile, trying to make him feel better.

Lee appreciated your comment so much as he lightly chuckled.

"Thank you sweetheart. I am sure my dad is enjoying that. Come on, let's go talk to some people before the service starts."

Lee introduced you to a lot of his colleagues and some of his dad's friends. Some asked if you were his girlfriend and Lee would respond by saying with a cute grin..."Well yes, she's a girl and a friend." You knew he didn't know how else to address you when nothing had been made official between you both.

Amy came over and you saw Britt scurrying off into a back room looking enraged and of course you were now curious as to what that was all about....not to mention, she had a cast on her arm. Lee and Amy chatted while you went to go check on her.

"I'm so sorry for your loss Lee and just so you know, we all miss you at the hospital and are rooting for you on the investigation."

"Thanks Ames..you've always been a good friend. Just wish the autopsy report would come in soon."

"Soooo...have you told her yet?"

"Told who what?" Lee asked as if he didn't know whom or what Amy was referring to...but he did.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about or do I need to remind you of our phone convo where you admitted your feelings for Josie while under the influence."

"I have not...and it will remain that way. I almost scared her off once and by the grace of god, she's still here. I won't risk that again."

"Ever wonder why she's still here?" Amy winked and went to sit down.

As you entered the room, you found Britt having it out with none other than Elizabeth. Britt must have spotted the wicked witch lurking in the shadows. You couldn't believe that woman had the nerve to show up there and wanted to lay into her yourself, but Britt was handling her nicely, so you just watched and enjoyed the show as you closed the door behind you.

"How dare you show your skanky face here of all places. Did you think no one would notice a slimy snake slithering around?"

"Back off Britch.. What I do is none of your business. You're not my boss outside of the hospital."

"You're right Elizabitch. We're off the clock now which means I can kick your ass and would you look at that, there's no witnesses...except Josie and she's not gonna talk."

"Nope." you happily quipped with a smirk.

"What's even more interesting is that you show up here in white like some angel when every living being in Salem knows that the only angel you are is a black one that comes from the fiery depths of hell. I figured a blood red dress would suit your stalker fetish much better. Seriously, why the hell are you here?! No one wants you around, especially Lee and your presence here is just flat out rude and disrespectful. Haven't you hurt him enough??? Gotta go for the jugular now??"

"I knew Lee's father too so you can shut your cock sucker now before I break your other arm."

"Oh please Lizzy Borden, you can't stand that Lee is finally happy now, without you...and you want to ruin it for him. THAT'S why you're here.. It will NEVER happen because you are dead to him and he's obviously madly in love with my best friend! You had your chance and you blew it like you blow all the cocks across the county. Heard your new marriage has floundered too...IMAGINE THAT. What did you do? Sleep with someone else and pass your kid off as your groom's? Again?"

"Craig is my daughter's father." Elizabeth snidely replied.

"Poor Craig, whomever you are!" Britt shouted. "You must have trapped him with the kid thing for him or anyone to ever marry you. I'll have to find this guy and recommend to him to get a dna test because your word is shit... You should not even be allowed to breed after what you did to Jacob. So then this time you must have got caught with your hand in the cookie jar because everyone knows you're nothing but a lying cheating whore."

Elizabeth slapped Britt and you wanted to tear her apart, but you refrained as you knew Britt could hold her own. She had this.

Britt nailed her back good and Elizabeth attempted to smack her back, but Britt grabbed her wrist in mid air and shoved her down, holding her there.

"Now, you are going to be a good little girl for once in your pathetic life and do the right thing by leaving...unseen! And if you know what's good for you, you'll leave the hospital, and quite frankly, the entire damn town...maybe the state...or even the country because I think you have forgotten who my boyfriend was and I know a LOT of people in that life that could make you go swimming with the fishes. Now put your tail between your diseased crotch and scram before that house Josie threatened you with really does fall on you."

Elizabeth yanked her arm free and ran out the back door. You couldn't believe she just pulled the Jason card on Elizabeth. Britt was right about knowing people in Jason's world, just as you did and you knew Britt meant every word she said about making good on it.

"Jesus Britt!"

"What? Do you think I was too hard on her?"

You both looked at each other and busted up laughing.

"So do you want to tell me what happened to your arm?"

"I pulled a Josie. I was just walking and I tripped...over a tree root."

You both began hysterically laughing again.

"God, I am sorry Britt, for being so pissy the other day. After just watching Jason 2.0, I don't want to be on your bad side."

Laughing again, you both hugged each other. "God I miss him Josie."

"Me too. He would be so proud of you though."

Now you were both crying, you just a little bit more.

"Hey...what's going on with you? I can tell this is more than about Jason."

"Just everything..." you sobbed. "Lee...I don't know what to do for him and then there's Orlando and..."

"Wait...Orlando?? What the hell am I missing here? What does Dr. Bloom have to do with any of this?"

"A lot actually. Him and Lee are at odds and it's all because of me. They're best friends, or at least were and I don't even know if he's gonna come today. I just feel like shit. They're both dealing with some heavy stuff and they need each other and I have ruined all of that."

"Well first of all, I didn't even know you and Orlando were that close. Would you care to fill me in??"

"Not really. I shouldn't have said anything."

"Well you did so spill it. How are you a problem between Lee and him? Unless....ohhh no...Josie..."

"God, don't say it, alright?"

"Is there something going on between you and Orlando???"

"Noooo!! It's not like that...I mean, well....I...I think for him there is...it's...it's just complicated."

"Complicated means that there is feelings involved."

"There is...mine for Lee which has complicated things for him and Orlando."

"Ok, stop beating around the bush. You're deflecting. I'm your best friend and I know you better than anyone."

"Look, it's not my place to tell either of their business and that includes telling you. You're their boss for one thing and..."

'Alright, so let me get this straight. What I am getting out of this is that both men have it bad for you, but you want Lee, but you also care for Orlando....am I getting warm?"

"Hot....and...I more than care for Lee...."

"Oh hells no....are you....in LOVE with him??? I mean...it's quite obvious how Lee feels about you but...holy shit...is it..mutual? Have you gone and broken your own rule about men with baggage?? I tried to warn you about him and you went and did it anyways didn't you?"

"Stop it Britt! Lee is not a bad man!"

"I never said that he was Josie! I just don't want to see you get hurt again, is that so wrong??"

"We need to get out there." you snapped and headed out.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Britt mumbled as she followed you out.

Lee was speaking with Angel and Dash by his dad's casket so you went and sat down, not wanting to intrude. You certainly weren't happy to see her there either. Britt and Amy sat down in front of you.

Britt turned around. "I just want you to be happy, that's all. I love you."

You half smiled, raised your brow and pointed your index finger down, spinning it in a circle.

Britt rolled her eyes with a grin and turned back around.

You glanced at your cell phone to see the time. it was 4:15. The seats were filling up and there was no sign of Orlando...but just as you turned around to look at the doors, in walked Ethan, who bee lined straight for Lee with a huge smile on his face.

You then saw Orlando sneak in the doors and you could tell by his stance that he was unsure if he should be there, but you were so glad he came...for Lee's sake....and of course you were relieved to see that he was alright.

You decided to go and greet him so he didn't feel so out of place. When you got to him, he had been standing there staring at a photo of Lee's father.

"Orlando?"

He turned in shock to hear your voice and smiled when he saw you standing there.

"Josie...you look...so beautiful."

"Thank you. You look really good Orlando. I'm really glad you decided to come."

"Ethan pretty much forced me to."

You turned around to see Ethan and Lee in an embrace that strangely bothered you, but you weren't sure why. You really didn't know anything about Ethan except that he was Orlando's brother and a good friend of Lee's.

'Why don't you come in and sit with me."

"I don't think that's a good idea Josie. I'll just sit in the back."

"Suit yourself, but I really hope you are going to at least say something to Lee."

"I really don't think he cares one way or another if I am around."

Orlando began walking inside and went to a back pew as you followed him, noticing some bruising on his temple.

"Hey...what's this? Are you alright?" you asked as you touched his forehead gently.

He raised his hand and touched it, not realizing it was that visible.

"I'm fine...it's from last night probably. Ethan and I partied a bit at his place and I bumped into an open cupboard door."

For some reason, you didn't think that was true but you let it go.

"So, did you tell Lee about what all happened with my brother in law?"

"No...I haven't but he should know Orlando. I'm not going to keep secrets from him since I knew about it... but as I said, I don't think today is the right time....So...is your brother in law alright?"

"Luckily yes, and I found out that he was released today and doesn't wish to press charges."

"Well that's good news. What about the other guy? Anything from him?"

"Not yet. Guess time will tell."

"Josie...you're not going to tell Lee about our conversation at the pub are you?" Orlando asked with a worried look.

"Orlando, of course not. That was something private that you trusted me with....but you did say that Lee knows about...your dad..."

"He does, but...I don't want him to know I told you about it. It will only cause more issues. I should have never said anything and for the life of me, I don't know why I did."

"Because you needed someone to talk to. You did nothing wrong."

Lee noticed you talking to Orlando and quickly came over with Ethan on his heels.

"What are you doing here?" Lee abruptly asked.

"I came to pay my respects. Your father was always kind to me."

"Acutally, Mum and I made him come." Ethan butted in with a smug smirk, completely pissing you off.

"Respect huh? Is that what you're calling it these days. I was just informed about what you did to Jimmy." Lee continued.

"Respect...leave it to my brother who lacks any of it." Orlando said, amazed that Ethan had obviously ran his mouth. "I'm so sorry about your dad Lee."

Orlando was clearly hurt and humiliated and went to sit down without another word. You were surprised he didn't just walk out and you were disgusted that Ethan would tell Lee at such a horrible time. Was Ethan holding some kind of grudge against Orlando for the past like their sister was? You had a feeling the bruise on Orlando's temple answered that question.

Just then, the funeral director came over to get Lee, wanting to speak to him and Gordon before the service began in just a few minutes.

"I'll be right back Jo." Lee smiled as he touched your face and left.

You whipped around to Ethan with daggers in your eyes.

"That was just flat out rude and cruel to tell Lee about that right now. What is wrong with you??"

Orlando sat in the pew with widened eyes as he watched you tear into his deserving brother.

"Josie, I didn't mean any harm. Lee knows Jimmy and I thought he deserved to know."

"Like hell you didn't. It could have waited and you know it. You just wanted to hurt Orlando. You knew that he and Lee were having problems and you still went ahead and told him that, knowing how Lee would react. It's like you're purposely trying to add fuel to the fire. I thought you might have been pretty cool because Lee seems to think highly of you, but I don't anymore."

You then went over to Orlando.

"Try not to worry about this. I'll see if I can get Lee to understand about what really happened later on. I have a feeling Ethan twisted the story to make you look bad." you explained as you glanced at Ethan who was now talking closely with some man.

"Why are you doing this? Trying to help me after what I did."

"Because I feel some people deserve a second chance when they're truly sorry for what they've done...and I know that you are."

"Or maybe you just feel sorry for me, knowing what you know now about me."

"Orlando...of course I feel sorry for you. Who wouldn't after what you've endured...but that's not why I am trying to help...I...I just know that you're a good man...I've seen it...you were a really good friend to me and you were there for me when I needed someone...Is it so wrong that I care and would like to return the favor?"

"No...it's not. It's actually extremely kind and generous of you when I don't deserve it...but that's just who you are. So....does this mean I am forgiven?"

Orlando's chocolate eyes beamed at you with hope as he lightly smiled. You really wanted to forgive him...and you also really wanted to know what that dream meant.

'Don't count your chickens before they hatch. I gotta go. Lee is coming." you grinned and left.

"Is everything alright?" you asked Lee as he came up to you.

"Yeah sweetheart. He just wanted to go over some last minute details. He's about to start. Let's sit down."

Everyone sat and listened to the nice words that were spoken about Lee's father. Putting his arm around you, Lee smiled and looked down at you, his blue sparkling eyes telling you that he was so glad you were there.

A few of Lee's father's friends got up and spoke, telling some funny stories which made him laugh. Then...Lee got up. You didn't know he was going to speak. He saw the worry on your face.

"It's alright. I'll be fine. That's what I spoke to the director about." Lee smiled, squeezed your hand and headed up to the podium.

"It would make my dad to so happy to see all of you. I'd like to thank you all for coming."

"He certainly had a lot of friends and that's because he was a friend himself...a doctor, a father, a grandfather, a husband...but most knew him as good ol Lenny...for any of you that don't know, Leonard is his middle name and those closest to him called him Lenn or Lenny. You know...someone told me today how much they thought I looked like him. Even my eyebrows." he chuckled. "Are they right or are they wrong?" Lee smirked as he peered down at you.

You were fighting back the tears so hard as you watched Lee stand up there, trying to be strong with his humor. You just wanted to hold him tight and never let him go.

"I'll let you all be the judge of that." Lee continued on and turned to a screen on the wall beside him as a slide show of his father's life began.

Lee told story after story for each photo, some sad, some quite comical which had the entire place roaring in laughter. You laughed so hard that your tears finally began to flow.

A last slide came up of Lee as a little boy with his dad. You were pretty sure it was from one of the memories he told you about with the trains. Lee said good bye to his father and raised his arm in the air, pulling it up and down a few times like he had said his father showed him to do for sounding a train's horn...But then something happened.

Lee stood staring at the photo for a moment, but it was like he was seeing something else. He gasped and took a step back as he saw another apparition of his father, that of course, only he could see.

You stiffened up as Lee stared down at you, completely at a loss for words and clearly in shock. He shook his head in confusion and tried to continue...but he couldn't. Something was wrong as his eyes reached for you.

"But umm...all this..."

And then he just stopped and walked to the front of the platform, gazing all around as if he were looking for someone.

You had to help him. Without hesitation, you got up and went to him.

"Heyyy, sweetheart. What's going on?" you compassionately asked and took his hands.

"I...I...." he stuttered in a disoriented state.

"Come on, come with me and sit down. I'm right here."

You led him by his hand back to your seat and nodded to the director to continue on with the closing of the service.

Lee held his head low as you sat beside him. You rubbed his back and held his hand to stop him from fidgeting.

"Hey, talk to me. You...you saw something, didn't you?"

His glassy eyes side eyed the screen and then he slowly glided them to you.

"I...Jo...he...my dad, he...was here. Right up there. He..he was walking away into a light and waving back to me." he whispered so quietly as a tear rolled down his cheek.

You lightly gulped as your hand went up to cover your mouth in shock, then you leaned in and stroked his hair.

"I believe you...you know I do."

Lee put his head in his hands and sobbed quietly. You scooted close against him, laid your face against his and wrapped your arms around him, holding him until he calmed.

It was then time for the casket to be taken to the hearse. Lee was one of the pallbearers, as was Gordon and Ethan and two others you didn't know, but they still needed one more.

"Lee...could I help?"

There stood Orlando with a genuine smile and desire to assist. You were blown away by his offering and in that moment, you forgave him for all.

Lee agreed but you weren't sure he forgave Orlando though. There was too much history between the two for Lee to just let everything go. He was going to need more time....but at least Orlando was trying.

You mouthed the words 'thank you' to Orlando as they then carried Lenny's casket out the door.

After his casket was secured, everyone went to their cars to get in line for the procession to the cemetery. On the way, Lee halted as he stared at something. He pulled his hand from yours as his lips pursed and rushed over to a car, pacing around it, looking at every angle.

"Lee??" you asked as you trotted after him.

"This car...this fucking car..."

He slammed his hand down on the hood and darted his eyes all around. "Who's car is this??!!!" he shouted.

"Lee, Jesus, what's going on??"

"It's mine..." Ethan said as he came walking up in confusion. "Well, it's my rental anyways. Why?"

You screamed as Lee grabbed Ethan by the shirt collar and shoved him against it.

"You could have killed us back there!"

"Damn man, what's your problem??"

"Are you fucking with me right now? You cut us off on the freeway and then took off! You could have hurt her!"

Ethan stared at him for a moment and then you realized Lee believed he was the one that caused you both to wreck. After all, he saw the car, you didn't.

"Take it easy man. I didn't know that was you!"

"Give me a fucking break Ethan! You know my car!!"

"Do you know how crazy you sound right now?? It was storming. I could barely see shit. Why would I do that to you?? I would never hurt you. I care about you man."

Lee gritted his teeth and shoved Ethan back, releasing him in frustration. You were learning to read Lee so much better and his eyes told you that he suspected it was intentional....but why?

"Then maybe you shouldn't have been driving like a god damn idiot with limited vison on wet pavement!"

"That was Lee you cut off?? What the hell man??" Orlando reeled. "Josie, Lee...I swear to GOD I didn't know. I had fallen asleep on the ride here and woke up when Ethan was speeding off. I never saw your car. Please tell me you believe me..."

Orlando's eyes went to yours and not Lee's, seeking only your approval. You saw it, the sincerity in his deep brown hues, that he was telling the truth.

"I believe you....Lee, come on. We need to go. Everyone is watching us." you quietly said as you got in the car.

Lee looked around to see all the stunned eyes gawking at him as he anxiously panted. One was Gordon who shook his head and chuckled as he and Donna got in their car.

Ethan came up to Lee. "Seriously man, I would never try to hurt you." he claimed as he rubbed Lee's arm.

"Would you try to hurt her?? Huh?"

Ethan's arm dropped and so did your mouth as you watched and listened. Why would Lee ask him that? You saw Orlando's eyes too which also revealed he knew something.

"What? Why would I do that?? Better yet, why would you even accuse me of that?"

"I think you know why." Lee snapped as he gave Ethan a cold glare and a hard pat on his shoulder. "Watch yourself."

Lee got in the car and slammed the door shut. You weren't sure if you should say anything or not, so you chose to remain silent and let Lee cool off.

The funeral procession then commenced as the turbulent rain began to pour once more. You buckled your seatbelt and watched the beads of water race across your window as Lee turned on the stereo....and then took your hand. You squeezed it to let him know you were on his side, in which he then laced his fingers through yours and squeezed your hand back...offering you an apologetic smile and then drove off. Something told you that whatever that was about with Ethan... it was far from over.

#lee pace #leeepfrog #lee pace fanfiction #love stories #dark stories #code blue #doctors #jolee #funeral #britt westbourne #elizabeth webber #orlando bloom #supernatural fiction

[jerzwriter]

Hiii! :) I'm popping into your inbox for two reasons. First, I'd like to tell you how amazing a writer I think you are. <3 I'm so glad you were brave enough to start writing for Tobias and MC because that pairing of yours is *chef's kiss*. But I also really enjoy your Ethan x MC stories. <3 Basically, I love anything you come up with.

Second, I'd really appreciate your perspective on something. As we all know, the fandom is dwindling and it's making me sad. Of course, it's only natural, but still, I've been thinking about what could be done to prevent the fandom from slowly dying out. I've decided to come to you because I know how passionate you are about trying to involve everyone in the fandom so that they don't feel left out. I love the mass asks you send to writers from time to time. They're always so fun and creative! And I know some other writers have been doing the same and I think it's such a fun idea.

I've also seen you sending out lovely messages to not only writers but also other creators and readers before, and I think this is something everyone should do more often (if and when they have the time and energy, of course). Because if you're just a reader, it's very easy to feel disengaged and lonely in this fandom (and I guess in any other fandom as well). You see writers and creators supporting each other, pre-reading each other's works, sending one another fun asks, brainstorming ideas, which all leads to them forming beautiful friendships. When you're "just" a reader, even if you keep reblogging works and trying to interact with creators, it's much harder to make friends because you can't really do all that I just mentioned. I think many readers have left because they don't feel part of the fandom and they feel no one would really miss them if they were gone.

So, this brings me to my main point. Do you (and I'm not just asking you but anyone who'll be reading this message) have any ideas on how to involve readers more in the fandom? I know most writers reply to their readers' reblogs but I feel more should be done to make them feel appreciated and loved. I often see asks like "How did your MC feel in ch X when..." going around and it might be a nice idea to send these asks to readers as well. Because despite them not being writers/creators, I'm sure every reader who's ever played OPH likes to think about these scenarios and has ideas as well. They might just be too shy to share them or feel no one would care. They could also be sent some fun prompts or charts to fill in, like that "What I love about you today" checklist. I'm convinced they'd also have fun with those.

Oooff, sorry for this long-ass message. I hope you don't mind me coming to you with this, but you always have great ideas to involve others and I thought I'd ask for your help/opinion in this matter as well.

So, what do you all think? Let's find some fun ways to show readers some love!

Hello Nonny,

I'm sorry it took a few days to reply, it's been a hellacious week, and I have not had much time on here.

First, thank you so much for your kind words. I really do appreciate them. As the fandom dwindles, it's especially good to know that people are enjoying what I write - I know other writers feel the same way. So thank you.

A few quick things, ongoing events like @jamespotterthefirst MC Monday and Thirsty Thursday, @potionsprefect Tick Tock Tuesday and @dr-colossal-pita Foodie Friday are open to all. (@genevievemd Wedding Wednesday has ended, but you can still participate). I point that out because when I joined the fandom, Bree was doing the Newlywed Games, and I thought you had to be a writer in order to do them, and you didn't these are for anyone to participate in.

I think it's very important for all of us to appreciate each other - creators and readers alike. I wish I had more answers about how to keep the fandom alive, but I think one of the best ways is just interacting. See a fic you like? Comment/Reblog. And, creators, do your best to reply to those who do. Appreciation and validation is a two-way street.

I also encourage people to really branch out. Try reading something you normally wouldn't - a new writer, a different pairing, something that wouldn't normally be your thing. You'd be amazed how much you might enjoy it.

The truth is, sadly, that the more time that passes after the end of the series, we will see attrition. There is no avoiding it. But I think being kind to each other, understanding each other, and being inclusive of all will go a long way to keep us flourishing.

I open this question to others - let us know your ideas.

I will say one thing, though, for me personally, but I know other writers share this sentiment. We're a little burnt out. It's hard to keep churning out material - as much as we love it - and, yeah, with interaction down, sometimes it's discouraging to continue.

So, remember this... you don't have to be a creator to create an event. Have an idea for "Teenage Tuesday" (Where we all talk about our characters as teens) GO FOR IT! You can start it too. None of us are more or less than the other here. We're an equal community.

#open heart choices #fandom things #fandom discourse #fandom ideas

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Arthur, if only you didn't meet Sylvia. Sein won't go through all of that pain. but if it weren't for you two, Sein wouldn't be alive as well.

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She has lived in that world for over twelve years, considering her young age. She tried to research where she was or who among them was in that world. Not too long after she found the place she was in, she met the twin that she would later befriend and tried to change the fate of one of them. It wasn't as easy as it looked, because while she was changing it, she was looking for a way out.

Soon, the brothers arrived. Things became harder and more challenging for her, but even so, she didn’t give up. Even if she’s gotten hurt to the point of getting caught. To her, in her mind. She needs to go home. She promises herself that once she gets home, she will never turn around and look at them. Leaving it all in her imagination.

She almost didn’t get out because of a certain person. She was so focused on trying to go home that she didn’t notice that her action caused something to stir in that person's mind. That’s why she has a scar—a reminder to always look out. Outside the box

Though it was her fault in the beginning, why does she care? In the first place, she doesn’t even see them as people. Only a character that was just created by a person That’s when she started to feel something about this character. She knew that this would be a problem. A big problem.

Yes, she feels sympathy. But anyone would be as well-versed if they read their story. But soon, she started to have emotion rather than sympathy alone. Is it that she will miss them? Guilty for leaving? Something like that

Why would she have those things when she knew they were just mere characters? Right… Human feelings are really fucked up. Is like what Fredrick is feeling. Maybe this is a new syndrome...

What's more, they’re no longer a character. But a real person.

You have more than three days before you get sent back to that nightmare of a manor again, and this time instead of stopping Gwen from touching Aida, which you prevented on some occasions, Trying to prevent some other unfortunate ones as well. Having a scar because of him, then finally escaping for good only to return.

So confusing… so exhausting... Why is this my responsibility? I didn’t even ask for it...

This time, she didn’t get sent back. Instead, she returns of her own accord. Oh, how she hated that this was her responsibility now. It's like the story gave her a choice. Let them die, or you can go back and try to save them. Why is that even an option?

Again, they’re no longer a character if two worlds exist. The key and book exist. Lady Herior and Lady Fillia are the proof. Which means all the characters are now human beings. You wanted to look for who sent you; ask them. Why me? Why not other people? But that would be a waste of time.

Beside... you’ll just do what you did on the previous mission. This time, you're not the main, you're a background character. That's like a save point for every character, or perhaps she. You can’t do it alone... You're not that crazy to conduct it all on your own; you need her for this mission.

That’s why you're not only a mere background character nor a save point, but a secret helper and merchandiser.

"The Cypress"

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Aisha perspective

Tick Tock~

Inside the Dimoche manor lived two twins. While one prefers to read. The other is the opposite of her twin. They didn’t get the chance to see their own mother, but they knew she was as beautiful as the snowflakes. Kind as their father described. Even if they hadn’t inherited her silver locks. For them, they’re thankful that she gave birth to them.

They're already satisfied with what they have. That is when she arrived. They thought their mother got reborn at the same age as them. Different families, statuses, looks But the silver locks gave it away. Just seeing her after the wind blew her silly big hat

Just like a snowflake. Lady Y/N was beautiful. Then it was followed by her kindness. For the first time. Aisha and Aida felt this as motherly love. She treats them equally. Looks at them the same. Spoiled them with these beautiful gifts. She acts more mature than someone her own age should be.

Tick Tock~

Aida didn’t see this. The mature part But Aisha had seen it. She was always happy whenever she got the chance to read and talk about books. Oh, how she misses those days. As soon as the brothers arrived, they ruined the peaceful environment around them. Taking Lady, Y/N

Aisha didn’t let it bother her, but she can’t help it. She was jealous of it. Envy for the others. In her mind, this will end soon. She knew that one day she and her sister would drive Sylvia and her sons away. But that day didn’t happen, as her sister has become blind and deaf.

She tried to stay strong, as one person had supported her, until that very tragic day happened. That shudders her. Even if it hurt her, she knew that the one who was in great pain was her sister, as she was always around her. Just watching her sister staring into a blank space, almost not eating. It scared her. It made her worried.

She did ask for some help... from her fairy tale friend. She knew one person who could think logically and had helped her before. Unlike the other one. But as time passed, days, weeks passed. Cypress never responds. It left her in silence. Did cypress leave her too?

Ding Ding~!

The loud clock had woken Aisha. She immediately jolted upward and sat against her bed. Huffing and panting, she felt sweat covering her forehead. Just now. She dreamed of her again, this time. Y/N was running toward them, shouting something that she didn’t quite hear. Maybe this was better than her previous dream. Instead of seeing her corpse that got molded by a wild animal. After what the police said, she always dreams about it.

*Pant* ‘What was that?’ She grumbled then peeked at her left side, seeing that Aida was still asleep. She can’t help but sigh again. Aida didn’t eat that much today; it really worried her. She quickly stood up from her bed, planning to get some bread sticks and water to give them to her sister.

Aisha won’t lie; she was guilty. She already knew something was up after what Y/N told her about Sylvia, and it was in a hurry. Y/N was in a hurry. Not only that, but the fresh cut in her lips says something. Yet she never did anything to stop her... Aisha knew. That Y/N is still alive. She can feel it.

Or... maybe it was her fault indeed. If only her mind wasn’t clouded on that day, maybe none of this would happen. Maybe Y/N would still be walking alongside her in this dark hallway where the only source of light is the moon. Talking about books. Taking a bite out of the bread and giving her one. But there was only coldness surrounding her.

Tick Tock~

The clock started again, and so did the day. Aida didn’t eat that much again, but for Aisha, it was better than nothing. Right now, the two of them are watching the new housekeeper, who just arrived in front of the manor. The previous one was fired due to old age. They’re watching it through the big window. The same spot where they first spotted Y/N. spotted Sylvia and her sons.

Soon, Sylvia announced that mister Duncan is the manor’s new housekeeper. Unexpectedly, another guess arrived shortly. She was dressed in a simple, non-flashy dress with a cape over it. She arrived with only one suitcase and a note in one hand, giving it to Sylvia Dimoche.

The twins, the brothers, and even the new housekeeper were curious as to who had just arrived. Just by their eyes: This person, whom Sylvia later announced after reading the letter, is a new house worker who would stay and work as a personal maid for the twins. Is not much older than the twins. Only the height is different.

On that note, it was simply a message left by Gwen Dimoche. That was kept by Lady Fillia herself. Sylvia won’t think that it’s fake, as the symbol that is marked on that letter means that only someone higher up, like Lady Fillia, can have access to it. She will get suspicious first, but that soon will be forgotten as she will be busy making love with her long-lost love and her other scheme.

Originally, you planned to go there as a simple maid that got recommended, but with all the work, you won’t have that time to check on them and will be more suspicious that you're following behind them. So you changed it to personal maid. With that, even if you still have some work, It will only be in Aisha and Aida’s surroundings. That can also be the case with the brothers.

The night soon followed. The worker who showed you where you will stay until Aisha and Aida grow older or when you save them all It was a medium-sized space, but there was plenty of room to go around. What you like about this room is that it is near where the twins rooms are. You might have told Grandma to specify the request.

As you thanked the worker. You immediately took out the eye drop as your eyes were so dry after a whole day of introducing yourself to Aisha and Aida. Just looking at them, they’re still wearing a mourning outfit. Aida had gotten a bit thin, unlike her chubby self. This made you feel sympathy for her and panic because this is the second pace after Nemo went to sleep for good but after spotting him in the crowd. you maintain your smiling lips to show up.

Maybe you don't need to force yourself, as someone has already helped you not to smile. Instead, you had bitten your inside lips when your eyes glimpsed at him and made your blood boil. Oh, how you can’t forget what he did. Because of him, you almost didn’t get out of that nightmare. For a mintime. Before tomorrow arrived. You took out all the things you will use. As for the eye drop, You need to be careful while using it. Because back then, people didn’t wear contact lenses.

( Just a quick note: Contact lenses as we know them today were not developed until 1936, when a New York optometrist named William Feinbloom fabricated the first American-made contact lenses and introduced the use of plastic lenses. In 1960, Otto Wichterle from Czechoslovakia developed the material used for the first soft lenses.)

(Now this story is set in 1856, as already written in the title. Now continue.)

Inside the twins' room While one was laying on her bed in a sideways, silents only be heard. One was trying to let her sister eat the breadstick she saved. "Aida, at least have two bites of this bread. You didn’t eat that much at dinner; you could get sick if you keep doing this." Aisha pleaded, sighing, as Aida just looked at her.

Soon she sat up from her bed, taking Aisha’s offer. If Aisha’s worried about Aida, as well as her. Just seeing Aisha’s sad frown, she started eating it, but not for long. She asked her sister something: "Aisha, do you think... that maid had worse than us?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"Her eyes… is so cold. The way she talks is like, she lost something so dear."

Aisha agreed with what Aida said. Their first impression of their personal maid is like the word. They can’t describe That wasn’t the only thing they noticed. Even Sein's hair can't compete with her black raven hair. Her brown, dark eyes It was so dark that they thought they could see their own reflection. Then her height is only a few centimeters higher than theirs. Aisha thought she saw something on her lips, but maybe it was just dirt.

"We don’t know her story, Aida. And we don’t need to know what she’s going through. Don’t compare our grief to a stranger."

"She’s not a stranger; she’s our maid now."

"You’re right. But we still don’t know her; maybe it’s one of Sylvia's schemes."

Aida sighs as Aisha is in it again: "Dear Sister, Madam Sylvia had already told us that it came from Dear Father and was sent by Lady Y/N grandmother. I don’t think it’s Sylvia's scheme... nor do I want to think about it." Just remembering how this maid looks at her... tells her that this maid is in mourning for something bad.

"You might be right, but I know that she’s planning something, finding an opening." I just need some evidence. Aida, believe me." Again, Aisha explained.

Aida gave her a smiling frown and said, "I do believe you, sister... but not now... I’m still grieving."

"I'm sorry, Aida... your right."

"It’s okay; I know it’s also hard for you... Aisha, what do you think she’s doing now? Is she playing with mother and father? Waiting for us?" Aida giggled, and she then looked outside the window, gazing at the many snowflakes raining down on their manor.

Aisha quickly took Aida’s attention, exclaiming. "Aida, don’t think that way! Wherever she is, she wants us to stay strong and always stick together. The same goes to mother and father."

"… Thank you for always looking out for me. Here, I’m already full."

Aisha looked down at the unfinished bread again and at Aida, who had already returned to her usual spot. This was a first for Aisha, and she hopes that she will find that evidence soon before things unexpectedly happen. She hoped that Cypress was just sleeping. Because as of now, she’s struggling. She doesn’t even know how to start.

Maybe she didn’t need to wait any longer when a sudden knock startled her. She first glanced at her sister, who was now fast asleep. "Who is it?" with no response, Aisha quickly made her way to the door. She wasn’t even half way to the door when her eyes spotted a letter on the ground.

She carefully picked it up and opened it without hesitation. As she read every letter, her smile almost broke her stern look. A big smile was displayed on her face. She carefully made her way to her bed, rereading the note again. Like the snowflakes that cover the road. It will soon be removed once the light shines down.

+I did leave, but... I returned; I will help you now, but we need patience. Did you remember what I wrote last time?+

"Of course.  "Don't rush; wait and find the right time."

As Aisha Dimoche and the previous Y/N Pellereli, which now goes by the name F/N or Cypress by Aisha, are already in the set, The only thing missing now is finding the right time. Set it back before the clock resets again. Before anyone could see that the little hand was in the wrong spot,

…. Tick tock

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"Some of you have secretly brought uneaten food and unused ornaments back home. From now on, I’ll do spot checks every day, and I hope that all of you know how to be grateful and repay the mistress with your hard work."

As Arthur, who now goes by Mister Duncan, explained all the new ground rules inside the Dimoche manor, a new housekeeper was doing his job. He continued to explain it. "You must know that-- You may never be able to find another job that is as good as this. Pass on what I’ve said to the other odd-job workers in this manor."

At that point, all the servant could do was obey his command. Not too far from where Mister Duncan is standing are three girls at the entrance. Aisha was telling Aida about the serious matter that was now being held in front of them. You agreed with Aisha when she said it was unfair, but all they could do was bear with it.

"Mister Lance is at an old age already; it isn’t a bad thing to get a younger housekeeper. Right F/N?"

"Yes, Miss Aida."

Aisha eyed carefully the maid standing not too far from them, her head bowing. Never looking at them. Every answer is always short and precise. After getting woken up by their personal maid, even though they had never had any personal maids before and this was all new to them, their morning routine has become quicker and they are always on time.

Can be their lessons, breakfast, and walking. Aisha finds it weird as to how this maid knew their routine when it’s only a day. She asked her about it, as it was very suspicious. The answer she got was that Sylvia had told her all the things the twin needed. It need to be in exact time, right food. And always in their classes. Like how Sylvia wants them to be noble people.

Aida sympathized with their maid, finding it so hard to do all of that just for them. Aisha is still cautious around this maid. Even if Lady Fillia was the person to send that note. It might be fake. For now, her guards are still up.

You figure this will happen. Which wasn’t surprising, as she did it back then, when you first met them. Even if you can’t get close to any of them. The goal is to prevent the unforeseen. It would be a miracle if one of them got close to a mere maid at that time (masters, dukes, or the lady of the house). are rarely in a long conversation with a servant. Only a Q and A action

"Have you eaten F/N?"

"I have; thank you for asking, Miss Aida."

"That’s good… " For some reason, Aida found herself staring at her. It’s like this maid looks familiar in some way that she can’t explain. Maybe she was just used to having her deceased friend by her and her sister's sides. Like this maid, just fill in a blank-

"Is something wrong, Miss Aida?"

Aida quickly snapped out of her thoughts. "It’s nothing." She then glanced at Aisha, who had been watching her from the start. "Sister, is everything okay?"

"Yes… just not used to having a maid beside us. Sorry." As it has always been their friend.

"It’s okay, Miss Aida. Would you like me to move away?"

"N-no! You can stay"

With a single nod, you stayed in your spot. As the twins continued talking, you carefully looked past them to the person who was adjusting his eyeglasses. Mister Duncan, or rather Arthur He is the same as you but has a different goal. Even though he's too far away for you to see his full appearance.

"But…"

"What’s wrong?" Aida asks, seeing Aisha’s frowning look.

"I don’t know if it’s just a misperception of mine, but he looks... somewhat like Sein."

You don’t even need to give your opinion on this one, as he looks exactly like Sein. Knowing already that Arthur is Sein's father, you just hope that If Sein already figured out who this person is. It won’t be the same case as yours. But you're positive that he won’t catch you at an early stage or even in the final stage. Why? You disguise yourself by using modern tools.

"...Oh, you noticed it too? I thought so too from the very beginning… " Aida is debating whether she should talk to the new housekeeper, but she doesn’t have any energy, so she just told Aisha that she would return to their room. Aisha could only sigh, who then told you to get some quick snacks and a warm tea.

"Of course, Miss Aisha. It will be there soon." It was worse than you thought it would be. Aida didn't approach Arthur and ask him something.

While you made your way to the kitchen. At Aisha's side. in her head. Maybe this maid won’t be as bad as she thought. with her around. She doesn’t need to always go down and get some food. And with that time, she can go look around while this maid watches over her sister as well.

She now understands that the reason she hasn’t started yet is because she was worried that Aida isn’t eating properly and is alone. Even if she will feel guilty for leaving her sister alone with this maid. This is the only chance she gets, as the maid also has a duty to fetch her. Not only that, but Cypress had given her the first thing she would do.

But for now, she will wait a week or so before she begins it. She needs to see first if this maid is up their alley or not. While Aisha escorted her sister. Here you are walking toward the kitchen to get some food for Aida and Aisha. Even though it’s risky, you still did it. With the tea you made. The tea you learned to earn their trust at first and at Gwen This tea can calm their nerves. It also helps yours.

You made sure that you only brewed enough for three people. No one can taste this tea. It was a bad idea to use it on the brothers as well. Luckily, you never did it to Sylvia.

"That smells good~ Did you make it?"

You wanted to click your tongue so hard when this person blocked your view. You thought he already left and smoke whichever place he could do so. You even made this tea at the right time, as he ordered the servant to tell it to the others. So you have the whole kitchen to yourself.

That time was too early, as Arthur, or rather, George Duncan, had blocked your path and was now waiting for your reply. You wanted to ignore him, but that would be rude and suspicious. Just like they said, like Father. Like son. But you're not comparing Sein to this douchebag. As Sein had things worse. Though you're still pissed about what Sein did.

"No, Mister (douchebag) Duncan. I just grabbed it from a jar." Obviously, you lied.

"Is that so? Then perhaps show me where you got it. I would also want to make my own."

‘Should I just throw this tray at you?’

"I'm afraid that I don’t have the time. The misses is waiting for me, and I need to be there in time. Would you excuse me?" With a stern, cold voice followed by a quick bow, you made your way out, not caring if he looked at you like Sein looks when something catches his interest.

You're not scared, not anymore. After experiencing those things, this is just a hitch. After all, he will be busy making love with Sylvia all night. Stealing money and stuff, oh, as well as talking to Sein later on The coat he would never wear again after Sein commented something.

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Of course, I will add Arthur! to make things interesting! Who wouldn't want a son and a father after MC? Like bonding! Haha, I would. Just going to make MC suffer. (Joke!) Maybe in the future.

Just a reminder, this is also an obsessive/passive/aggressive/Yandere book. so good luck! mostly me, as I need to come up with the story haha.

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Dementors wake demons

Here's a snippet from Sebastian's point of view from my fic on ao3 ! Enjoy ;)

Summary : Dementors feed on happy memories until only the most horrible ones remains in someone's mind. Sebastian has to be careful with some of his precious memories, as those creatures tend to make him remember the biggest regrets in his life.

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     Icy cold air burnt his skin. It hurt like thousands of frozen needles sinking in his skin. The air was humid, the floor was wet, the sound of angry waves against the rocks, of the violent rain against the walls, echoed in a way that made his skull pound. Drip drop drip drop from the raindrops, tick tock tick tock the time had stopped. What time was it? It was always so dark in here. How long has he been here? How long before it ends? That would be nice to die. He did not want to kill himself; he did not want anything anyway. But dying was a welcoming thought, relaxing even. He was tired.

     No, no, no sleeping, sleep meant dreams and dreams meant memories, he did not want to draw the dementors. He was taught in Hogwarts that dementors fed on happy memories, until the only things left in someone’s head was the worst memories to remember. It was incomplete teaching. He remembered having those memories, but he could actually remember. It was like trying to remember a dream that was so foggy you just remember you felt a certain way, without remembering how it really felt. You can just vaguely recall it was enjoyable, scary, disturbing, but you can’t remember why. Everything was a blur and out of reach. That was the effect of dementors to him. And he did not want to lose even more than he already had. The fragments he still had, he cherished.

     Anne and her little slap behind his head when he said something stupid, again, to mess with her, again. Ominis and his exaggerated disapproving sighs when Sebastian had an idea, or when he just answered cockily to their teachers. Agnes and her bright smile every time she saw him and that she rushed to him, her long, messy hair framing her face like a halo.

     Sebastian, there you are!

     He could still hear her voice clearly in his head. He remembered he loved hearing his name on her lips. He could not remember how it felt though. How he wished he could hear it again, just once, just to feel it again, just to remember it really. Or just to hear that mischievous little giggle or hers, this one he loved he recalled. He smiled.

     Sebastian jumped and curled up in fear when he heard a rale and when the cold became even more unsufferable. No, no, no, stop remembering, stop thinking, focus. It was cold, icy cold air burnt his skin, like thousands of frozen needles sinking in his skin. The air was humid, the floor was wet, the sound of angry waves against the rocks, of the violent rain against the walls, his head was hurting, his skin was hurting, he was hurting, stop remembering, stop thinking.

     But the memory of Agnes, of her little adorable giggle was stuck in his mind, to vivid. A dementor came to the door of his cage. That thing just opened its mouth, and he collapsed on the floor completely.

     “Noctua references painful and arduous challenges, but also rewards”.

     He saw Agnes coming back towards them, her wand pointed to an old parchment with a lumos to read it. He leaned towards her to be able to read as well. The writing was delicate, noble in a way, but it was difficult to actually read it, the dampness of the place having degraded the paper with time passing.

     “Painful”, Ominis started, “that’s the part I’m wary of”.

     “All I heard was rewards”, he said, half-jokingly. “Keep going”.

     As if he was going to let an old piece of ripped diary getting on his way of finding information that could be crucial to Anne! He would not let anything scare him, he would face anything for his twin.

     The air was heavy, charged with a kind of magic that send a chill to his very bones. Unfortunately, magic was not the only thing that had this effect. Sebastian could still feel disapproval and anger from Ominis. He did not understand why, of all people, his best friend was not on his side. He knew Ominis loved Anne, they had known each other forever, why was he not ready to fight a little to save her? Sebastian eyes went to the Ravenclaw girl leading the way, focused on her task in a rather academic and strategic way. Why was she ready to fight when she just arrived this year? This girl was amazing.

     “Another gate”, she sighed when they came across yet another closed one, near another riddle with an enchanted menacing snake.

     “Seems Slytherin liked to play games …”, Ominis grumbled. 

     “Must run in the family”, Sebastian could not help but tease.

     “Look in a mirror, Sebastian”.

     Agnes watched the symbols and started to spin them. She hesitated for a second and suddenly, the snake pounce on her. She took a step back with a small cry as the snake lied down again on the top of the spinning riddle.

     “What happen?”, Ominis asked.

     “Nothing, I was just startled, that is all”, she answered, holding her own hand.

     Without saying a word, Sebastian took her hand, pointing his own wand towards it to be able to see clearly the damages inflicted by the damn snake. Two little bloody wholes were on the back of her hand. The snake bit her. Agnes took away her hand and made a shushing gesture, making him understand she did not want to tell Ominis. Sebastian nodded and watched as she tried to solve the riddle again, worry all over his face. A loud click was heard, and the gate finally opened.

     “That sounded promising”, Ominis said, relieve evident in his tone.

     “Another dial solved”, Agnes proudly stated.

     “Impressive. Nice work”.

     She had a large smile on her face. She really was beautiful when she smiled like that, but she did not need to be that happy about Ominis’s compliment. She knew she was brilliant, did she not? Sebastian saw her bend and take another page of the diary. She seemed to read it quickly, before turning to face his best friend.

     “Ominis”, she exclaimed. “Your aunt wanted to change your family’s traditions”. 

     “Yes, that’s the reason why I loved her”.

     She opened another door, that one seemed different from the others though, Sebastian could feel they were about to find something, but he could not help but have an eerie feeling about this.

     “Excellent work”, he said. “We’re another step closer to the scriptorium”.

     Whatever that feeling was, he did not need to lose focus on why he came here: they came for Anne. He had no choice. But he took a closer look then.

     “I spotted something ahead. Looks troubling”, he said.

     “This whole place is troubling”, Ominis answered. “But, for my aunt, I cannot stop now”.

     On the other side of the corridor, something was gleaming on the floor, like ember in a hearth. They still continued to walk towards it, but a loud noise was heard, and when he turned around, Sebastian felt his heart stopped and his blood froze.

     “The gate! I think we’re locked in. Again”, he said.

     “Then Salazar Slytherin is not yet finished with us”, Ominis concluded.

     Agnes approached the source of the gleaming light, and he went with her. In the wall, Sebastian could see a black door with tortured faces engraved. They seemed in pain, in so much pain. He could not turn his eyes away though, as if they called to him, desperately. He felt like he could hear their screams, in the distance, but coming closer and closer, little by little, like an echo. Was he really just imagining?

     “Ominis”, Agnes said, unsure. “A skeleton. And Noctua’s last journal entry”.

     Sebastian snaped back to reality and looked at the girl on his right. She was leaning over a skeleton and was reading the page. On the ground, he finally was able to read what was engraved in the ground and that was gleaming, almost burning. One word, clear, simple: Crucio. Now he knew why those faces seemed to endure so much suffering.

     “She mentions being trapped here, blocked by an Unforgivable Curse”, Agnes explained.

     “This … is where she died. This is where we’ll die. I shouldn’t have listened to either of you!”. Panic was obvious in his voice now; it was unusual to see his friend lose his composure.

     “Ominis, I’m truly sorry about your aunt”, Sebastian started. “But I know what to do. It’s going to be difficult”.

     Agnes carefully folded the page of the journal and put it in one of her robe pockets, with the other ones. She looked at Ominis, worried, but turned back to him. He could see she was afraid, but they had to keep going.

     “What should we do then?”, she asked in an almost whispering tone.

     “Tortured face on the door and Crucio is etched into the stone. My guess is if we cast the Cruciatus Curse, the door will open”, he explained. “That’s why Noctua died. She had no one to cast the curse on. Ominis has the most experience with this. He should cast it”.

     He watched her as she opened her eyes wide at his suggestion. He knew what it sounded like. But it was not as if they truly had the choice, the alternative was death. He’d rather be in pain than dead; the choice was easy enough. However, when he looked at his friend, on the other side of the corridor, he was not sure the choice was simple enough for everyone. And it was not as if Ominis was not shouting at him time and time again these days … He turned back to Agnes, who looked completely lost. It was strange to see her like this, she always seemed to know what to do, she always seemed to be able to face anything. He sighed.

     “You seem to be in Ominis’s favour”, he admitted. “Will you ask him about this?”

     “He does seem a bit cross with you …”, she agreed. “I’ll speak with him”.

     “Good, work your “magic”, so to speak”.

     She smiled a little. Good, he was still capable of making her smile with his jokes, even in a moment like this. As long as it gave her the strength to go on … She inhaled sharply and went to his best friend, pacing around in a small circle. She talked to him quietly, trying to be comforting, her voice full of her characteristic empathy. From where he stood, he could only hear fragments of their discussion, especially from Ominis, furious, scared, resigned.

     “I won’t do it”, Ominis insisted. “The Cruciatus Curse is pure torture, I would know”.

     Did Ominis really think he would force him to do this if it was not a life-or-death situation? What kind of friend would he be then? And it was not as if he would ask Ominis to endure it, he would never ask that. Besides, the only time Ominis casted it, he did not have a choice! How many times did he tell his friend that already? Yet again, they did not have a choice.   

     “Unforgivable Curses won’t work unless you really mean them’, Ominis said to answered something Agnes said, echoing what Sebastian was thinking. “I had to want to cause pain and for that I shall never forgive myself”.

     Agnes’s posture changed, Sebastian saw her shoulders going down a bit, before locking eyes with him. 

     “That spell is the reason why I have no family left. You and Sebastian will need to sort out another solution”, Ominis concluded. “If you cast Crucio, you will regret it forever”. 

     Agnes came back to him piteously. He could see her thoughts racing in her mind, trying to find another solution, when he knew there was none. How could Ominis be so blinkered and selfish? They were all going to die if nobody casted the bloody spell.

     “What do we do now?”, she asked as if he had all the answers. He would be lying if he said her did not enjoyed this, to see her counting on him that much, even though it was not the time for this. “Ominis is not going to cast the Cruciatus Curse again”.

     “Ridiculous”, he grumbled. “As if dying in here is a better option than casting a damn spell”.

     There was not an alternative. Ominis told him, again and again that there was always the choice when he talked about what he had to live as a child. He disagreed. He was not questioning the trauma caused by this experience, but there were things you simply could not choose. You could choose to be a coward and give up though. And Sebastian knew when not to stop.

     “It’s up to us”, he sighed. “I can teach you Crucio or I can cast it on you”.

     “Wait … you didn’t say you knew how to cast Crucio”.

     Again, he saw fear in her eyes. He did not like when she looked at him this way, he felt as if he was the bad guy, the villain of the story, when he was trying to save them all.

     “Because I’m not sure I do”, he tried to be honest, and maybe she would stop looking at him this way if he was. “Ominis knows that, yet he’s left us no choice. I don’t yearn to follow in Noctua Gaunt’s footsteps. I think I can cast it, if I have to”.

     Agnes looked down for a moment. He could have sworn she was shaking. She then stared at the door with the tortured faces. Could she hear them the way he did? She closed her eyes and put her hands on her face. He almost thought she was crying and was about to ask if she was alright when she just inhaled sharply again and locked her eyes back on him. She seemed determined.

     “I don’t want to learn the curse, but I can handle the pain. It’s fine. Cast it on me”.

     Sebastian blinked several times in disbelieve. He was not prepared to that. First, he thought Ominis would cast it on him. Then he thought Agnes would. He said he thought he could cast it if he had to, but not on her!

     “Are you sure?”, he asked weakly.

     Change your mind, he shouted in his mind. Ominis’s word echoed in his head, as if they had a new meaning now, or as if they finally had one entirely. Unforgivable Curses won’t work unless you really mean them. I had to want to cause pain and for that I shall never forgive myself. How would he be able o forgive himself after that?

     “I am. Cast it”, she said, and it felt like torture already.

     “Oh, Merlin”, he heard Ominis swear.

     Unforgivable Curses won’t work unless you really mean them. He had to mean to hurt her, to make her suffer. Torture her. How would he look in a mirror and not hate himself then? How would he not think about it every time he laid eyes on her, how would he be able to forget?

     “Fine. I shan’t forget this”, his words were filled with double meaning: gratitude towards her because he was sure she wanted to protect him, hatred toward himself for what he was about to do. “Ready?”

     She nodded and they both took steps back. He felt like he was looking at his reflection looking at her. He saw fear, uncertainty, apprehension of the pain that would soon strike her. Why in hell did he see trust? Why would she look at him like that? He had to hate her, he had to focus on what was truly important. Nothing was more important than his twin sister Anne. Agnes did not have the right to come in his life, during fifth year and take that much importance in his life, in his heart. She did not have the right to distract him from his mission to find a cure, to save Anne. Who was she, after all, to occupy all his thoughts? Again, in his mind, an echo: if you cast Crucio, you will regret it forever.

     “Crucio!”

     A red lightning bolt came out of his wand and stroke directly the poor Agnes. He saw her face contorted, heard her groaned, but it was extremely far from the tormented expressions engraved on the door. He had to mean it, he had to really mean it. He really meant it.

     “Crucio!”

     Another bolt stroke Agnes and she fell on her knees. It was more difficult than expected to stand still, not to rush to her to help, to comfort her, to tell her it would be over soon. The door stayed closed, and pain was already leaving the face of the girl in front of him. Harder.

     “CRUCIO!”

     A harrowing scream came out of her. He was doing this to her. He had to mean it. She fell on her side, writhing in pain. He had to mean it a little bit longer. She curled up completely, shouting at the top of her voice, tears on her cheeks. A red light illuminated the tortured-face door for a brief moment and, finally, it opened. He stopped the curse. Agnes stopped screaming, but she did not move.

     “You casted it threetimes, are you out of your mind?”, Ominis shouted.

     “I had to!”, he defended himself.

     “Try telling yourself that. I never could”.

     If you cast Crucio, you will regret it forever. Ominis was right after all. There is always a choice, and a choice he made. Agnes was barely conscious on the ground. What had he done?

     He fell back from his contortioned body on the ground of his cell and curled up. The dementor, full and content, finally left him alone. He felt nothing else than the strong vertigo and the menacing dark that always lingered after a dementor’s visit. But he could not think of something else than Agnes’s scream of pain. He remembered he loved her laughter, her giggles, he remembered thinking that. Why could he not remember the sound of it then, but only the sound of her screams when he tortured her, again and again?

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[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Ch 22

Finnick x Y/N

Series Masterlist Link

A short but important chapter tonight!

Content Warnings - None

You jolt awake as the truck comes to a stop. It seems to be evening, meaning the hovercraft ride and drive took the whole day.

Peeta is let out of his truck first. You can’t see where they are taking him but he’s muttering things to himself and looks scared. A soldier opens your door and you are instructed to follow.

Getting out, you finally see who you and Peeta are joining. Gathered around Boggs are Katniss, Finnick, and a few other soldiers from District 13. They are sending you into battle.

Boggs and the others seem shocked by the two new arrivals and Boggs quickly cuffs Peeta, explaining to him that it’s just a precaution until he can get the situation figured out. You hold out your hands to him but he shakes his head. He wasn’t going to cuff you.

Boggs returns to the group and explains that Coin wants you and Peeta in the propos. Finnick explains to you both that your squad isn’t on the front lines, they’re just there to film propos and look cool. Boggs then explains the holo and pods and how we still need to be careful.

Finally, the group grows tense as they debate who will take watch and when. Your head hurts too much to listen so you make your way over to the wall and sit down.

“Are you feeling alright?” Finnick asks you, noticing your sluggish movements.

“Headache,” you mutter.

“How about you get some rest,” Finnick suggests, handing over his sleeping bag to you. “I’ll wake you when it’s time for dinner.”

You wake up screaming an hour later, sweat dripping down your forehead.

“Hey hey it’s ok,” Finnick states as he tries to calm you down. One of the soldiers makes a comment about how the screaming may reveal our location but he is quickly shut up by a glare from Finnick.

“Bad dream?” he asks you.

“Tick tock,” you mutter. “The clock… it… I need to talk to Peeta now.”

Finnick worriedly nods and goes to get Peeta. He comes back and is prepared to stay for your conversation but the look you give him tells him it’s a private convo so he leaves.

“Peeta?” you ask the boy, and maybe your only companion in this situation. “What’s happening to me?”

“I don’t know,” he responds. “What was your dream about?”

“Clocks,” you say, making Peeta freeze.

“They need to send you back to 13 now,” he states. “It’s not safe for you here. We need to go back!”

Peeta’s outburst garners the attention of the group, causing Boggs and Finnick to rush over.

“She can’t be here,” Peeta tells them. “All her progress is going away the longer she’s here. We can’t stop it. It’s too late. We need to get her out before it gets worse.”

“I can have a medic come check her out but unless it’s a medical emergency I’m afraid she can’t be evacuated,” Boggs states. “Soldier Y/L/N are you feeling alright?”

“Headache,” you mumble.

“If it gets worse I’ll call in medical,” Boggs states. “Until then I’m ordering you to rest. Soldier Odair, I’ll take you out of the rotation tonight so you can monitor her.”

Dinner comes and you are starving. You eat all of your food and some of Finnick’s too. The headache is still there but you’re starting to manage.

After dinner you curl up next to Finnick in your own sleeping bag. You won’t let him touch you but you’ve instructed him to sedate you if you start screaming again. Sleep comes too easily for you.

Tick tock

Tick tock

A poisonous fog crawls back into your mind as your head screams in pain. Your arms are on fire as the sound intensifies.

Tick tock!

Tick tock!

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[quokkatastic]

[SKZ] Written in Code

Kim Seungmin x Lee Youra

♥︎

Gang/Mafia AU - Friends (no other relationship evolution)

Triggers - Swearing, Violence, Blood, Sexism (dealt with), Struggles with Sexuality, Abduction/Child Abduction, Lying to Children, Sexual, Physical, Mental, Emotional Abuse (all mentioned or implied, some shown but not SA)

COMPLETED: ??/??/????

MASTERLIST / FRACTIONS

Summary:

Classmates in High School but complete strangers, Youra has had a crush on the quiet boy but was far too nervous to physically speak to him. So instead, in order to talk to him, she starts writing him letters and leave them in his locker. Overtime this develops to feeling more like “online friends”, but Seungmin was increasingly more curious about the mystery girl.

Who would have thought that she’d be in many places that he least expected…

Chapters:

(Lines through means it’s not published yet)

CH ONE; The Begining

CH TWO; ‘Hello’ Can Be Hard

CH THREE; A New Direction

CH FOUR; Cat And Mouse

CH FIVE; Hidden In Plain Sight

CH SIX; Fight or Flight, Or Just Be An Idiot

CH SEVEN; Soon-ish Came Quickly

CH EIGHT; Sleepover With A Menace

CH NINE; A… Girl? I Know Right

CH TEN; Changes

CH ELEVEN; What To Do With What You’ve Got

CH TWELVE; Moving Up The Ladder

CH THIRTEEN; The Past Bites Back

CH FOURTEEN; The Time Has Come

CH FIFTEEN; Do You Know Them Well?

CH SIXTEEN; Not At All As It Seems

CH SEVENTEEN; The Ring Of Fire

CH EIGHTEEN; Who Are You?

CH NINETEEN; We Wish You Good Luck

CH TWENTY; How Did You Get Here?

CH TWENTY-ONE; Don’t Be A Fool

CH TWENTY-TWO; TICK TOCK

CH TWENTY-THREE; Well That Was Rude

CH TWENTY-FOUR; And Then There Were Two

CH TWENTY-FIVE; Every Rose Has It’s Thorn

CH TWENTY-SIX; 4 + 1 = Can You Use Your Head

CH TWENTY-SEVEN; Here Goes Nothing

CH TWENTY-EIGHT; This Is Confusing

CH TWENTY-NINE; The Choice Is Yours

CH THIRTY / EPILOGUE; Pumpkin’s Adventures

#stray kids #stray kids seungmin #kim seungmin #skz #stray kids fanfic #companion series #stray kids romance #seungmin x reader #gang au #original character #fractions

[insomniac-jay]

The Heroes Ch.9 Full Sneak Peek

The Heroes [Chapter 9: New Developments]

"Last night, yet another gang war erupted; this time in the residential district of downtown Kobe. The cause? The drug known as Ace-"

The screen went black. Sol turned towards Yukito with a look on his face that could only say "What the actual fuck?" He was sure that they were thinking the same thing, that is couldn't be real.

"No..." Yukito huffed out his nose and ran his fingers through his hair.

It was true. He could hardly believe it. Even his cigarette hung off his lips from such disbelief. "This cannot be real. I know there's not gang wars over this shit."

"But there is!" Sol flung his arms open. "Can you imagine my horror when I heard that on the news this morning?! And then I got an email from Sir Nighteye saying that we need to declare a public emergency!"

Yukito extinguished his cigarette then stood up. "Okay, okay. This shit is going too far, but we can fix this."

Things were getting out of hand. For the past few days, gang wars have been erupting all around Japan for one thing: Ace. Plus his investigation into Typhon had hit a bump due to not having a mole.

"Well tick tock then, Yukito, because things are about to spiral out of our control even more. And we don't have a mole-"

"If you needed a mole, why didn't you just say so, Frosty?"

Both men turned to see a familiar face standing in the doorway.

She was a tall, slender woman with tan skin and big brown eyes. Atop her head was a pair of white rabbit ears. In her palm was a yoyo.

Quick Escape Hero - White Rabbit (Kaguya Usakan)

Quirk: Rabbit Hole - Kaguya can create and link portals or use doorways, holes, and other openings as portals that she and others can travel through

"Kaguya!"

Kaguya smiled and walked towards the pair. "I can't believe you come to me for information and still don't come to me for a job like that."

"Being a mole is dangerous, Kaguya, especially with Typhon." Yukito warned. "If they find out who you are, they'll kill you or worse."

"Yukito Toshiba, I am both an escape artist and a spy." Kaguya put her hands on her hips. It's not like spying on big criminal organizations was something new to her. "I think I deserve some more action after all the favors I've done for you, old friend."

Yukito spoke up to protest, but stopped when Sol placed his hand on his shoulder.  Then he sighed in defeat.

"Fine, but be careful."

Sol handed her a small spy camera and other tools she'll need. "We're counting on you, Kaguya. This could save many lives."

Kaguya smiled and went on her way. The two men were left to their own devices.

"What do we do now? Sir Nighteye is expecting results and action." Sol asked. "We cannot afford to not uphold our end."

"At most, we can help Sir Nighteye. At least, we can take a small break." Yukito replied, pulling out a box of cigarettes. It was quickly snatched away before it could even be opened.

"You have a smoking problem."

"It relieves stress."

Chikara grunted as she jabbed the punching bag. For the past few days, she'd been working out intensely which she only did for two reasons: either the Olympics were coming up or to take her mind off things.

"You seem tense."

Chikara turned to see Iris standing behind them. That was odd. Iris never went to the gym, at least not to work out. "Iris, I never expected to see you here."

"Don't get it twisted. I'm here to give something to you," Iris said.

Chikara raised an eyebrow and watched as the shorter heroine pulled something out of her pocket. While waiting, they noticed the necklace hanging around Iris's neck. There was only a single white feather.

Actually, now that she saw Iris up close, she was very beautiful.

She had black skin blemished with dark freckles and dark brown eyes. Over her eyes were a pair of circular, gold rimmed glasses. Iris's body was thin and lithe, like a cheerleader or a ballerina. She was also on the tall side much like Chikara herself, probably 6'1" compared to the former's 6'3".

"What's with the necklace?"

Iris looked up at her. "Huh?"

"I just now noticed your necklace." Chikara replied. "How'd you get it?"

Iris clutched the necklace and shifted her eyes. "It's a gift...from my girlfriend." She replied. "The feather is from her wings. She...I don't wanna talk about it anymore."

Chikara hummed. "So what you got for me?"

Iris handed her a sealed envelope. "It's an invite for something, but that's all I know. Either way, it's for you."

Chikara nodded and watched as Iris began to walk away. It made her a little sad. The rainbow heroine always seemed to be a recluse. She never really interacted with the others outside of a work setting and Chikara doubted she had friends.

"Hey Iris."

Iris looked back at the energy powered heroine. "What?"

"Me and some of the gals were plannin' on going to the bar tonight. You wanna come? If ya ain't too busy that is..."

Iris's eyes widened. This was new. It was no secret to herself that she tended to be reclusive and didn't talk much, just watching and listening in the background. "Um...sure. I guess I can put my plans on pause."

Chikara smiled and gave her a thumbs up. "Great! I'll see you at 9 then!"

In that moment when the latter smiled, Iris swore she saw Krista. Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her, maybe it was still the lingering feelings she had for her dead love. Either way, she could feel her heart warm when Chikara smiled.

"You have a really pretty smile." Iris praised.

Chikara flushed red at the compliment. They sheepishly rubbed the back of their neck. "Thanks. Don't get that a lot."

Midtown Yamaguchi

If there's one thing Demoman hated, it was being embarrassed by his cousins.

The three-- Akio, Russell, and Alex-- were out on patrol together at the insistence of Akio's mother. From the very minute they set foot in the city, curious civilians had rushed to see the two new heroes that were with him. Naturally, Russell embraced the attention and charmed them while Alex followed his brother.

Then there were Akio's own fangirls. Alex kept telling them about what kind of shampoo Akio uses to keep his hair fluffy and curly while Russell bragged about how he taught Akio everything he knows about being a hero.

"You never told us you were a hit here. Look at all those fangirls you got." Hypercharge said, tapping his cousin's hard hat with his knuckles. He clearly couldn't tell that Demoman was practically shaking with both rage and embarrassment.

"I told you he'd be a lady killer like us, Alex." Turbocharge added. He was proud of how many ladies his young cousin had gushing and squealing whenever he walked by. "It's simply meant to be."

"Will the two of you please SHUT UP and STOP embarrassing me?!" Demoman's fists balled. At this point, he just wanted both of them to go back to America and leave him be. "I'm the leader here! You listen to me, okay?!"

Turbocharge began to frown. "Akio, what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong! I just want you two to stop embarrassing-" A loud boom shifted their attention and the three took off running to where it happened.

A tall, burly man stood over some defeated heroes. His hair was a mix of yellow and neon green and it glowed brightly. He wore a black hazmat suit underneath orange armor. In the middle of the chestplate was a hazard symbol.

Villain Hazard

Quirk: Nuclear Reaction - He can shape and manipulate the nuclear reactive energies within his own body. He can also harness the forces behind these reactions.

"To think that I could've been one of you is laughable."

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#jay's writings #fic: the heroes

[morganaspendragonss]

first lines tag game

tagged by my beloveds @reyesstrand and @ravens-words 💚💚💚

rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

(a lot of my first line are really short so i'm going to include a couple where that is the case skdshjkl)

life will find you the love you seek

TK set his phone down on the nightstand. He knew Carlos wasn’t going to call any time soon. He probably shouldn’t leave his friends to eat alone, but TK knew that he wasn’t going to make good company.

people are puppets held together with string

Carlos enters the loft in a whirlwind. TK is up and on his feet in a second, but Carlos hardly seems aware of his presence as he throws his jacket over the back of the sofa and paces the room like a caged animal, a hand tearing through his curls.

heart catches on every thorn

The sound of the crew’s laughter floats up to them, proof that the world hasn’t stopped even if it feels like it has for TK.

intimate with brokenness

They hadn’t been planning on this. Gwyn is still working to get her firm properly off the ground, and Owen is finding his feet as a lieutenant, and they’d agreed this isn’t the time to bring a child into the mix.

with heart and head you take the edge away (ch. 10)

There’s some sort of irony, he thinks, that in the same year he almost freezes to death, he might actually die of heat.

damn the consequences

Carlos’s goblet is just grazing his lips when TK bursts through the doors of the Great Hall and snatches it from his hands.

lost at sea, swimming back to shore

“Oscar, Oscar. Repeat, Oscar, Oscar.”

The call comes over the ship’s tannoy, waking Carlos from the light sleep he’d managed to fall into.

tick-tock goes the clock

Carlos rolled over in bed and lay watching TK. He was sleeping peacefully, snoring, though TK always denied doing such a thing.

before we both lose this fight

Carlos wondered how they had got to this point, to the stupid softball game. They were adults, yet they were still behaving like children, Owen first among them.

wake up and stay with me

TK zeroes in on the blood still staining Carlos’s collar the second he walks into the loft.

tagging: @moviegeek03, @marjansmarwani, @maxbegone, @alidravana and anyone else who wants to join

#tag game #writing stuff