#douse myself in holy water or something

[didhewinkback]

low rise

absolute filth from the something old universe.

word count: basically 3k, warnings: smut city baby

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You were on him the second the SUV doors opened, pausing for half a second to ensure the partition was rolled all the way up and his door was thoroughly shut before you launched yourself at him. You could feel the sweat from his torso start to seep through the front of your dress from where you were pressed up against him, your lips crashed to his, his hands roaming all over your body, squeezing every so often when you kissed him that much deeper.  His fingertips dug into your arse, encouraging the roll of your hips against his as he groaned into your mouth in appreciation. 

Time passed but you weren’t aware of it, consumed by the feeling of his hands on your body, his lips on yours, the flex of his thick thighs against yours when you move your hips against his just right. God, you wanted him. Needed him. Needed him to keep moaning into your mouth, needed him to keep kissing you that much harder whenever you tugged on his hair, to keep pulling you impossibly closer to him, like he wanted to consume you whole. 

The car rolls to a stop before you expect it to, lost in the heat of the moment, the heat the two of you always create. You pull away slowly, taking in his heaving chest, swollen lips, blown out eyes he wouldn’t tear away from your face. He tucked his fingers under your chin, tilting your mouth back towards his for one more kiss before you slid off of him. He grabs your hand with one hand and adjusts himself with the other, huffing a laugh when you snort. He opens the car door and pulls you out with him as you run through the back entrance of the hotel and into the open elevator, the two of you thanking his security before the doors shut. 

Alone again.

The urgency from before has faded a bit with the change of scenery, simmering to a baseline of need. You can feel it thrumming in your veins, desperate to have him alone in your own space again, to get rid of this energy that’s been flowing through you the second he stood on that stage, lifting his arms up and curling his fingers in the air.  

He steps up behind you and pulls you flush against him, large hand splaying out against your belly as he ducks down to press slow kisses to your neck. You can hardly hear the ding of each floor over your heavy breathing, unable to focus on anything but the feel of his hands on you, his lips on your skin, the feel of his bare chest against the open back of your dress. You let your eyes flutter shut as he pulls you tighter against him, his hand sliding down your stomach, inching closer and closer to where you need him most. 

Ding! 

You can feel the elevator doors open to your private floor but you don’t move, unable to do much but melt back into him.

“‘S our floor, love.” he says, voice rumbling deep in his chest as he nips at your earlobe, smirking against your skin before you snap out of it and head towards the door, shaky hands sliding the room key out of your purse and against the door, having to try two or three times to get it right, a bit distracted by the way he’s rutting his hips against your ass, pressing kisses along your jawline. 

You stumble through the doors and crash back into each other, fisting your hand through his hair as you pull his mouth back to yours. You push him back against the nearest wall, hands scrambling to pull his vest off, your hands sliding across his chest, nails digging in when he bites down on your lip.

“Need me out of my clothes that bad, do yeh?” he mumbles against your mouth as your hands slide down to the waistband of his trousers, hands slipping against the still damp skin. 

“Won’t take very long,” you shoot back, “These bloody trousers –”

“I know, I know” he says, huffing a laugh as he ducks his head down to watch your hands on his body. “Bit more low rise than I anticipated.”

“I’ll say. Practically gave away the goods.” you say as he laughs. “Looked fit though.”

“Yeah? Y’ liked them?” he asks, sliding his along the back of your neck, eyes gleaming when you nod. “C’mere.”

He pulls your mouth to his, kissing you deep from the start, licking into your mouth as his thumb circles your jawline, tilting your head just so to get the angle right. He pulls away to kiss along your neck, ducking his head to drag his lips across your chest before you pull back, hands sliding down his body as you sink to your knees. 

Your fingertips dance along the waistband, already hung so low on his hips you can see the laurel tattoos in full as you press your lips to his stomach, tongue darting out to taste the skin, nipping at the tattoos along his v line. Not pausing as you pull down the zipper, slipping your fingers into the waistband of his trousers and calvins, pulling them down.

“‘S this why you jumped me in the car?” he asks, hissing when you wrap a hand around his cock, already hard and ready for you. “Needed to get on y’ knees for me that badly?” 

You look up at him, heat rushing through you at the sight of his flushed cheeks, the smirk on his lips, his eyes fluttering shut when you start to press a line of kisses down his length. You can feel the rhinestone tassels from his discarded vest digging into your knees, shifting to kick it away when you hear him mutter curse above you. 

“Put it on.” his voice comes out like gravel, tongue darting out to lick at his dry lips as he stares at you, dark eyes unwavering from yours. “The vest.” 

You sit back, smirking up at him as your hand falls away from his cock to pull your dress up and over your head. You don’t break eye contact with him as you pull your bra off, watching the way his eyes dip to take in your body, his chest heaving in anticipation as you pull the vest from the floor and slide it on your body. 

“Fuck.” His head tilts back against the door as you sit up, wrapping your hand around him once more. His hand comes up to pull your hair away from the back of your neck, leaving his emblazoned name visible across your back as you take him into your mouth. “Shit. That’s it.” 

You pump him a few times, pulling him more into your mouth as he softly moans above you, inhaling deeply when you twist your hand just right.  You bring your mouth to meet your fist, his moans spurring you on as you move the way you know he likes it. 

“Look so good, baby.” his hand tightens in your hair on a particularly hard suck. You pull back to suck at the tip, gliding your tongue along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock as you catch your breath before taking him down again. “Jesus.” 

You bob your head a few more times, working him into the back of your throat,  relishing in the taste of him, the feel, the way he’s falling apart in your hands, moaning above your head. You slide a hand up his thigh, relishing in the way it tenses under your touch, feeling drunk with power as you can feel the effect you’re having on him. 

“Love how my name looks on you. ‘S a perfect fit,” his words were slurring, mumbling nonsense and praise as his hand tightens in your hair before he pulls you off of him, looking down at you with wild eyes as he tries to catch his breath, swallowing harshly before he speaks. 

“Didn’t want to - not yet,” he breathes out, pulling you up to your feet, pulling the vest off you to slide his hands all over your skin, planting kisses along your jaw. “Wanna come with my mouth on you. ‘S all I can think about.” 

He walks you backwards towards the bed, lightly pushing you onto it once the back of your knees hit the mattress. His eyes rake over your body as he kicks his trousers off, you barely have time to appreciate his naked body standing in front of you, the movement of his abs as he breathes heavily, before he’s on you again, capturing your lips with his as he hovers over you, reaching an arm out to flick the lamp on. 

“Need to see you,” he mumbles against your mouth, kissing a line down your neck as he starts to make his way down your body. “Need to see your face when I make y’ cum.”

He takes his time, dragging his lips along your chest, your hands flying up to his hair as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, his hand lightly teasing the other before he switches sides, smirking against your skin when you gasp. 

He continues to trail lower, pausing at your belly as his tongue darts out to taste the skin, hands sliding down to your thighs to spread them wide so he can settle in between, kissing a trail along your hip bones before his fingers slide under the waistband of your underwear and pull them down, following their trail down your legs as he kisses at your thighs, your calves, his knees hitting the floor as he pulls your underwear all the way off, planting a kiss at your ankle when he throws the fabric to the side. 

He kneads his hands into the muscles of your calves, thumbs digging in, looking up at you with a cheeky glint in his eye before he takes hold of your legs and pulls so your center is right in line with his face. 

“Want it like this,” he mutters, throwing one of your legs over your shoulder as he sinks his teeth into your thigh. “Want t’ be covered in you.”

He lightly drags a finger over your slit, the combination of his hot breath against your center and his featherlight touch making your eyes flutter shut before you hear a “tsk.” 

“Eyes on me, baby.” he says, leaning in closer as he oh so slowly drags his tongue over your center. “Want you to watch me like you’ve been watching me all night.” 

You slowly open your eyes, the image of him on his knees, wrapped in your thighs making fire lick up your spine, the gleam in his eyes making you wetter than you thought possible. 

“Good girl.” he says, barely giving you a moment to react before he dives into you, tongue first. 

Heat sears through you, a moan punching out of you as he expertly moves his tongue against you, licking into your entrance before sucking your clit into his mouth in steady pulls. You can hear how harshly he’s breathing through his nose, the grunts and groans against your core as he moves his tongue against you, moving in a mind-numbing pattern that is impossible to keep track of. 

He loves this, he’s told you as much before, loves that he can take you apart with a few flicks of his tongue, loves that he can taste how much you want him, how much you need him. It’s enough to make you come undone on the spot and that’s when you feel his arm start to shift against your thigh, craning your neck to see his brows furrowed, moaning into you as he wraps a hand around himself, wanking as he sucks your clit, hard. 

“Jesus Christ,” you moan, head flopping back onto the bed as your chest heaves, feeling like every single inch of you is on fire. 

“Y’ like that? ‘S it good?” he mumbles against you, sucking a mark into your thigh as his arm never slows down. “Y’ got me one handed, baby. Taste so good.”

You slide your hand into his hair and pull as he moans into you, licking into you with smooth, languid licks as his nose nudges against your clit.

“H - I -” you can barely speak, barely think, barely breathe. You can feel the sheen of sweat on the back of your knees, the light tickle of his hair against your inner thighs, melting into the mattress as he takes you apart lick by lick. 

“I know baby, I know.” he groans. “Gonna have to come from just my tongue, can y’ do that for me?” 

“Yes - I - I’m so close”

“Good girl,” he mutters and you strain your neck to look at him, the utter concentration on his face, the strain of his arms as he gets himself off by getting you off. Jesus.  You could feel every muscle in your stomach tighten as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. “Give me a good one.”

He sucks your clit into his mouth, hard, tongue running up and down the bundle of nerves, once, twice and that’s it - a loud moan punches out of you as the coil snaps and you’re coming. Hard. Blood rushing in your ears as you collapse back onto the mattress, trying desperately to catch your breath,  his mouth never leaving you as he drags out every inch of your high, his deep licks slowing into delicate kisses. 

You prop yourself up to watch him, his deep breaths turning into grunts and moans,  his arm not slowing for a second as he turns his head to bite down on your thigh giving himself one more pull before he’s moaning into your skin and coming into his hand, his furrowed brows melting into a look of bliss as he catches his breath.  It’s enough to make you want to go again,  the way he’s mumbling praise into your skin, cheeky look in his eyes as he looks up at you, messy mouth smirking as his tongue darts out to lick up what’s left there. 

You just stare at each other, his head leaning against your thigh, chest heaving with exertion, soft look of love in his eyes as you brush a strand of hair away from his shiny forehead, his head leaning into your palm to plant a kiss there. 

“Fucking hell,” you say, flopping back on the mattress as he huffs a laugh, wiping his hand on the comforter before crawling up your body, hovering over you as his eyes graze over your features before ducking down to kiss you, gently licking into your mouth like he’s got all the time in the world. 

He pulls back slowly, planting a line of kisses against your cheek, jaw, neck before flopping down next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you into him, his hand lightly running up and down your back as you lean your head into his chest, fingers dancing over his pecs. 

“‘M really happy you’re here.” He mumbles into your hair after a few beats of silence. 

“I could tell.”

“Oh shit, what gave me away?” he says, feigning disappointment. “Was it my tongue in your cunt?”

He’s barely able to finish the sentence before he breaks into laughter, only laughing harder when you honk out a laugh, holding you closer as he giggles at his own joke. 

“Wasn’t exactly subtle, that.” you say with a giggle, propping your chin on his chest to look up at him, the crinkles around his eyes as he laughs, the laughter tinkering out into something softer, his eyes full of affection as he stares back at you. 

“Was being serious, y’know.” he says softly. “Thank you for being here. With me.”

“Nowhere else I’d rather be, H.” 

“Baby -” he breathes out, cut off by you leaning up to capture his lips in a kiss. His hands slide up into your hair as you open your mouth to his tongue, both moaning softly at the touch. He rolls you over so he’s hovering over you once more, taking you apart kiss by kiss. 

“Wan’ to show y’ how happy you make me,” he mumbles against your mouth, kissing a line down your face, taking his time on the skin of your neck. “Gonna show you all night if you let me.”

He continues his trail down your body, reverently taking his time as his lips explore every inch of your skin. You lean back against the bed, feeling the fire stoke in you once more, the fire that never goes away when you’re with him. 

There’s more you want to say, like how you’re so happy to be here too, with him, seeing the world the way he gets to see it, seeing him more relaxed at work than he’s ever been. You want to say you also liked the feeling of his name on your back, and all that could mean. You want to say that you can’t believe this is your life, that after all this time of dreaming what a life might look like with him, you can’t believe how good it is, how it’s exceeded your every expectation, how he has exceeded your every expectation. 

You want to say all of this but then there’s his breath, and his tongue, and his hands gripping your hips and the words die on your tongue. 

“Oh, fuck.” 

There’s always tomorrow.

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#didnt edit this bc i couldnt read it through more than once #harry styles smut #harry styles fan fiction #something old #taking a cold shower now / dousing myself in holy water / etc

[coraniaid]

I think there's something fascinating about the evolution of Darla as a character in the Buffyverse.

It's very common in the Buffy fandom to talk about the show almost as if it were fully planned out from the beginning or somehow emerged fully-formed one day in its entirety.  To analyze Season 1 episodes as if the writers had already decided on the Heart/Mind/Spirit symbolism of the core Scooby Gang; to act as though a Season 5 retcon means that Spike was really in love with Buffy as early as Season 3's Lovers Walk; to suggest the constant changes in how the show deals with soul lore or vampires as a metaphor must mean that Giles and the Council were 'really' lying or ignorant in the first few seasons; to wonder what the Watchers Council introduced in Season 3 were doing in the show's first two seasons; to insist you can't really understand Season 1 until you've finished Season 7.

And, look, I totally get the temptation to do that sort of thing.  It's unavoidable if you want to talk about the universe of the show as a real thing in its own right, or try to write fanfiction that takes every season seriously.  It can be a useful and interesting way of thinking about the show.  I've done it myself and will no doubt keep doing it.

But at the same time, it's very misleading if you want to think about the show as a constructed work of collaborative art: as a piece of fiction in constant conversation with itself, shaped and reshaped again and again over years by a team of different people.  Which, to be clear, is what it actually is.

The real show is almost a piece of improv or some sort of conjuring act, with the writers and actors constantly juggling with new ideas and twists without any time to worry about how exactly everything fits together. With some episodes reportedly being written in only a handful of days and lore being continually changed and ignored as fits the current demands of the plot.  Questions like "how does soul lore really work?" or "after Prophecy Girl who is the real Slayer anyway?" ultimately can't be answered, because there simply is no single truth to uncover.  It depends entirely on the current episode.

And I think the ever-changing character of Darla provides the best illustration of that reality.

In the original unaired pilot, Julie Benz plays an unnamed vampire who is nonetheless pretty easy to identify with the Darla we'll see in the show proper.  She has no links to Angel or Luke or the Master, because none of these characters even exist yet.  Just like in Welcome to the Hellmouth, she lures an unsuspecting victim into the high school after dark before vamping out and killing him, but by the end of the episode she is dead: gruesomely dispatched (or as gruesomely as the pilot's limited special effects budget allowed) after Willow douses her with holy water.

The two parter Welcome to the Hellmouth / The Harvest expands on her role slightly.  She has a name now, for one thing. She works for the Master, too, but she doesn't at all seem to be his favorite (she's very much subordinate to Luke in both these episodes), and there's no suggestion that she has any special connection to Angel.  (Unsurprisingly, as the show's writers hadn't even decided to make Angel a vampire at this point.)  And her ultimate fate at the end of this two-parter is unclear: just as in the pilot, Willow soaks her with holy water, and then she's ... gone?  Nobody mentions her again, she's not in scenes with the Master in later episodes which logically she should be. I'm pretty sure that, just like in the pilot, we're meant to assume she's dead.

But then Darla gets her first big break.  Angel is, it turns out, a vampire, and he needs some backstory to match.  Julie Benz obviously made a decent enough impression in the first couple of episodes, and nothing she did or said quite ruled her out as Angel's sire, and we never quite see her die. So suddenly she's back,  now the Master's favorite vampire, attacking Buffy's mother in her own home and sowing the seeds of mistrust between Buffy and Angel and ... oh, she's dead again.  Bummer.

Except then in Season 2 Angel's role expands again -- he's not just Buffy's intermittently seen vampire boyfriend anymore, he's the focus of the whole season and he's going to appear in all but one episode.  Of course, he's going to need more backstory (and we're all going to be treated to David Boreanaz's best Irish accent) so ... once again Darla rises from the ashes, albeit this time only in flashbacks.  And the Darla we see in Becoming's flashbacks is once again an evolution of the character we last saw in Season 1's  Angel.  More confident, more complex.  A character that it is honestly difficult to reconcile with the take on the character we saw last season, especially the one we swa in the show's first two episodes.

Anyway, Angel gets sent to hell in Season 2, but not before managing to (somehow) act his way into his own spin-off series.  And yes, that means more flashbacks, and more Darla, and more retcons about the precise nature of her relationship with the Master, but ultimately it means the writers decide to bring Darla back from the dead at the end of the spin-off's first season (for, depending on exactly you count it, arguably the fourth time, though only the first in-universe).  And this iteration of Darla -- both the human Darla we see in the beginning of Angel's second season, and the vampire she becomes again later that season -- is arguably the closest thing there is to a definitive take on the character.  This is the Darla people mean when they talk about her on the show.  Not the mid-level vampire of Welcome to the Hellmouth or the essentially single episode villain of Season 1's Angel, but the real deal.  Darla at her most complicated and rich and alive, a Darla whose history is hopelessly entangled with that of her on-again, off-again lover Angel, a character who provides the driving force for the spin-off show's greatest season.  A character who is, I think, one of the most  interesting to ever appear on that show.

Then the last few episodes of Season 2 completely drop Darla and all trace of the arc she introduced. When she reappears next season (in just a handful of episodes) it's so that her character can be written out of the show via mystical and impossible-by-the show's-previous-rules pregnancy in order for men to feel sad about it (but not for very long), and afterwards everything generally goes to shit.

But then, that tells you quite a lot about the Buffyverse and its creators as well.

#btvs

[perfektblau]

I just read some omegaverse manga out of curiosity, since my friend is so into it

uh I think I went ahead and read something too hardcore. That was too much for me.

tw: mpreg, noncon, gross stuff

it was about an elf king getting pregnant by some conquerer and 🤢 he just repeatedly gets r*ped.. they show you the fetus in an xray vision while he rails him.. then later on, you see him give birth and.. I

I can't with that.. I.. I need to get some eye bleach.

I think I should take a break from the internet and smell some flowers, read a nice book, maybe go douse myself in holy water, look at the sky and think about the decisions I make in life I'm done.

#shut up cici #tmi cici #i totally regret it #i shouldnt be talking i know LOL #but no judgement if you are into omegaverse #cuz im here going woohoo over evil man who would split me open with an axe and think nothing of it #and involving guts and blood

[lovelandfrogispookybear]

11: New Sun, New People

Eddie's pov

Stepping into the light feels so good. I'm able to pull down my bandana for the first time in god knows how long.

"This is the sun! This is light!" I exclaim. No response. I swivel around, looking for Otto.

I can't find her, but there is a clearly trampled through path through the woods.

"Fuck!" I smooth back my hair and roll my eyes, but follow the trail nonetheless.

Otto's pov

"WHO ARE YOU?" Someone yells to me. I cling to who knows what, swimming in a large tub of water.

"Otto! Otto!" I say, but the person keeps yelling.

"DID YOU TAKE EDDIE?" The person yells again, but I can says something else now.

"Know Eddie! I know Eddie!" I shout.

"OTTO!" Eddie comes run in, and the first person stops yelling. I paddle fast out of the tub and hide behind Eddie.

"Dustin?" Eddie asks. I struggle out of the big tub, and hide behind Eddie.

"Eddie? You know this little- this little person?" Dustin asks.

Eddie's pov

"Eddie, don't let person hurt me," Otto whispers. She looks at me, and I almost jump at how different her eyes look. The sudden brightness has caused them to constrict, and her once large pupils are now small as a pinprick.

"Dustin!" I shout, grabbing him and pulling him into a hug. "Oh man, I missed you so much dude!"

"Eddie, holy shit, I thought you were gone!" Dustin says. "But, uh... what's up with the girl?" He whispers.

I turn around, and Otto is  crouched on the ground, arms wrapped around her head. She's bent over something, I just can't tell what. I walk over, and bend down next to her.

"Otto, are you okay?"  I ask cautiously. She turns to me, and shakes her head weakly. Her mouth opens, and inky black liquid flows out.

"Holy shit!" Dustin shouts. Immediately, I scoop her into my arms.

"Dustin, we need to get her somewhere dark and out of the sun right now!" I shout.

"Uh, okay, so we need to go north! Forward!" Dustin shouts. I start running, and follow every one of his directions until we break through the treeline.

Steve's pov

Dad left an hour ago for his business trip. Thank god. He'll be gone for a few days, Mom is staying with Grammy, so I have the house to myself.

I'm watching a movie in my room when the door bursts open.

"STEVE WE'RE BORROWING YOUR HOUSE IT'S AN EMERGENCY!" Dustin screams from downstairs.

"What the fuck is going on?" I ask, running down the stairs. The bathroom door is open with the light is off, and a filthy looking Dustin is standing over an even grimier-

"Munson?" I ask.

"Shut up Harrington, we're trying to save a life here!" Eddie says, splashing water over something lying in the bathtub.

"What the hell does he have there?" I ask Dustin.

"A kid." Dustin replies with such nonchalance about this that you'd almost think he was joking.

"Did he like... get a girlfriend?" I ask nervously.

"No. He just, like, appeared out of nowhere with her?" Dustin explains. "She's super weird. She's very small and looks like she's younger than me? Also her eyes are crazy looking and she started throwing up this weird, black stuff. Eddie's insisting she needs darkness and to cool down, so that's what's happening."

I sweep the curtain aside, and observe what's going on. The tap is on, and Eddie scoops handfuls of water onto the small girl. The dress thing she's wearing is stained with black, and the water is muddled and full of debris and dirt. Despite Eddie's attempts, the girl's eyes stay closed and black stuff continues to dribble out her mouth.

"Uh, Munson, you want me to help?" I offer.

"I got it!" Eddie insists. He douses her face one more time, and her eyes open.

I jump back. Her eyes are HUGE.

"You know what? I think maybe I'll go turn off the lights and draw the blinds," I say. I grab Dustin and pull him out the door with me.

"Dustin. What the fuck is going on, man? You said this girl was weird, you didn't say she was like supernatural weird!"

"You couldn't figure that out when I said crazy eyes and hurling black stuff?" Dustin asks. "Look. How about you go cook something up? This new person will be hungry. Okay? And I'm going to gather some members of the party and some other people, so we can brainstorm ideas on what the everloving fuck is going on. Okay?"

"Okay," I say shakily. "Thank you."

"Okay. You're welcome." Dustin runs out the front door. I walk into the kitchen slowly, and begin trying to find something I can cook.

About an hour later, Dustin shows back up, with a few Party members (excluding Max and Lucas, of course), Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan with his friend. All I've managed to do in that time is slice up a watermelon and get a tray of frozen fries in the oven.

"Alright everybody, I've gathered you here today to-" Dustin starts.

"Uh, why is it all dark in here?" Robin asks.

"Excellent question. Today's presentation requires darkness, or bad things will happen. Eddie, you can come out now!" Dustin calls.

Eddie walks out, by himself.

"So, ah, hey! Everybody!"

The room erupts into shouts and exclamations at my arrival.

"Thank you, thank you everybody," I start. "But, my returning is not what Dustin got you all for. You see, while I was gone, I may or may not have found something in the Upside Down that is now here. And I thought I'd just say this preface, because she can be, uh, unpredictable." I smile weakly at everybody, they return the favor with confused looks. "Otto, you can come out now if you'd like."

The bathroom door creaks open, and the sound of quick footsteps fills the silence.

"Eddie, who is this 'Otto'? And where is she?" Nancy interjects.

"Here," Otto says. As everyone's eyes adjust, they can make out her small silhouette next to me. The red glint of her glasses are the only thing noting she's there.

"Otto, I'm going to turn on a very dim light. It would be like my cigarette and your firework punk being lit at the same time, okay?" I explain. Otto nods. I nod at Dustin, who throws a blanket over a lamp and switches it on. Soft light fills the room, and everyone stares at Otto. The water in her hair has turned into mud, and since her sun exposure, her skin is a flushed shade of red. Her dress is even more torn and ratty, if that's even possible. A small, spider-esque creature crawls through her hair.

"Hi Otto!" Someone pipes up from the back. Otto waves a little bit. I can tell Otto isn't interested in transforming or talking or doing any of that, and everyone else can tell she isn't going to do anything, and they all get up to talk in small groups. In all the bustle, the person who said hi wanders over. She's a small girl, who looks very similar to Otto. Her head is shaved, and she's dressed in an oversized flannel.

"Otto, this is-"

"El! El, short for Eleven," El smiles. "Hi Otto!"

"Hello. As Eddie said, I is Otto." Otto runs her hand through one of her twintails nervously, and chunks of mud and other debris crumbles to the floor.

"You talk like me!" El says excitedly. "Mike says I am getting better at my grammar, but I think that to sound like this is okay!"

"Mike?" Otto asks.

"Mike is my boyfriend. He is over there!" El motions to a little but away, where Mike gathers another boy and Dustin. He looks nervous, awkwardly waving his hands as the second boy talks to him. Hm.

"Boyfriend?" Otto asks. "Is that like when Eddie talked in his sleep about-"

"Well Otto, you've scattered one too many bugs across this lovely living room carpet, who about we get you back into the bathtub and taking a shower?"

#we found her down there #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #dustin henderson #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #argyle #robin buckley #el hopper #mike wheeler #tw swearing #tw body horror #tw mentions of cigarettes #tw vomit #bubble writes words #we have entered the era where there will be many more tags because of all the characters #a joyous day

[athenaion]

water, ritual purity, immersion

i. 

i dream of water: being immersed in water, water running down my hands, water washing away the miasma of my life. 

ii.

when i first began honoring the greek gods, i dutifully mixed tap water and salt, lit a bayleaf on fire, doused it in the water, and sprinkled it over my head and neck in my mother’s bathroom. khernips. this would wash away the miasma, and i could approach the theoi with clean hands, with a clean heart.

yet i felt silly, and the droplets would crust over on the mirror, and my mother would later yell at me, ask me what on earth i’d been doing in the bathroom. i looked at the burnt particles of the bayleaf floating at the bottom of the bowl and thought to myself, this doesn’t feel very clean.

i no longer sprinkle myself with khernips when i approach the theoi. instead, i wash my hands, rinse my mouth, and cover my head with a scarf. i dream of lustral water that dances with light, sparkles with purity, as clear as water taken from the mouth of a spring. it is not the khernips of hellenismos. it is something entirely different. 

my world is not made of salt and sea, rocky crags and mediterranean winds. my world is of appalachia, shadowed by endless trees, free flowing rain and landscapes carved by more creeks, streams, and rivers than one could ever imagine.

iii.

i read, enviously, of the jewish custom of mikveh, dreaming of a space where i can go and wash away my own impurities, and emerge, cleansed. i know this is not the complete picture of what mikveh is and what it means to the jewish faithful, but i long for the feeling of stepping slowly into water, thinking of the blessings i have, thinking of that which i want to cut away from me, to be made holy by the embrace of living waters.

it occurs to me that my heritage, hinduism, or at least the hinduism given to me by ethnicity, time, place, and caste, has a rich and storied symbiosis with water as well. 

i think of gangajal, the water from the river ganges, flowing from the tresses of lord shiva’s hair. i think of the penitent and the holy, immersing themselves in the banks of rivers, in temple pools called theertha, prayers on their lips, seeking release from the cycles of this world. i think of ganesh chaturthi, how statues of ganesh are immersed in water to release him back to his heavenly abode; of how both the sacred and profane are carried away, whether through the disintegrating clay of statues, or the ashes of our bones after our deaths, into the water, by ganga, and into the life beyond. i think of the way the priests at the temple offer water as prasad, spiced with saffron, and cardamom, and how the remnant droplets after i’ve drunk are passed over my hair as a blessing. i think how eagerly i’ve always bathed the shiva lingam at the temple, how lovingly i’ve accepted the water flowing from the yoni, and touched it to my throat, my lips, and my forehead.

i am in the united states, and there are no temple pools for me to immerse myself in, no holy rivers beloved by communities over millennia, no worship of the water itself. here, i make jokes about how our rival city has a river that once caught fire, how if you jump into the monongahela river, you’ll grow a third limb, how ew i would never swim in the ohio river...  further west, the indigenous guardians of the land and water we occupy fight for their right for clean water.

water is life. 

i think of what has been taken from me, growing up in the west. i think of how the allegheny, monongahela, and ohio rivers would be deified, as though goddesses like ganga, yamuna, narmada, or whether they would be more like river nymphs. i wonder what the indigenous peoples of the area saw these rivers as, because the peoples who lived here were not static, and some of them have been long lost. i wonder what it would be to worship and honor our three rivers, in their way, in my way.

iv.

we slip into the waters of the allegheny river, and the silt on its banks grabs us, holds us. we fight to cross the threshold into swimming in the allegheny’s waters. though we have swimsuits on, being in a river we never think of unless we’re crossing a bridge carries with it its own kind of nakedness, a re-imagining of what it means to be in pittsburgh, which sparkles just around the bend of the allegheny. above, meteors streak the sky, and we cheerfully keep count of the ones we catch sight of. i try to swim out to the 40th street bridge and am caught in the wake of a passing boat instead. i’ve never felt this deeply connected to my city.

in a lake, lake norman, under a new moon, four of us swim, old friends, each other’s found family, dressed in nothing but each other’s laughter. i am being carried on the back of a man i love but cannot be with; we silently take joy in the feel of our skin against the other’s. i bury my nose in the back of his neck. he squeezes the back of my thigh, in acknowledgement of what is passing unsaid between us. his long-term partner and my best friend are treading water in the distance, giddy with the joy of skinny-dipping in a wine-dark lake. i love him so much, and the warm water lapping at my feet remind me it’s okay to love him, still.

in yet another lake: i ask some friends -- friends i haven’t known for very long, treading in the brisk, late summer waters of skaneateles lake, bathed in only the silvery light of the almost full moon -- ask them what they wanted to let go of, and in the rough ebb and flow of the waters, pushed and pulled by the moon, we let our insecurities and self-hurts be taken away. nothing changes between us, but i feel closer to them, as though we’ve glimpsed each other’s spirits.

v.

as the summer ends, i will dream of being in the water with my friends, over and over and over. soon, it will be too cold to be outside, and artemis will reign as the queen of winter. the waters around me will freeze, and i will forget about them, until artemis’ reign ends and persephone returns from the underworld. 

i will wish for a place to ritually immerse myself. i will battle with the thoughts of properly preparing khernips or creating something that is more personal and profound to me. my spirituality itself feels like a confluence of rivers, endlessly flowing, bringing to my heart the waters of hinduism, the tides of hellenismos, and the waves of my own gnosis. 

i will wonder, dreaming endlessly of floating in water, as a child still in its mother’s womb, what water means to me.

fin.

this reflection inspired by this article: https://www.hinduismtoday.com/environment/indias-profound-kinship-with-water/

#hellenic polytheism #hellenismos #khernips #ritual purity #syncreticism #personal gnosis

[engagemachine]

THE THINGS I HAVE WRITTEN FROM THE JOKER'S POV TODAY...

#I need to shower #or like #douse myself in holy water or something #SOOOOORRY #text #chapter 12 is coming along nicely 😇

[yuichi-ro]

yesterday i was thinking about kats having chubby cheeks like me, i would have the visceral urge to bite them... WAIT DEKU HAS CHUBBY CHEEKS im vibrating in my seat

the day they drop the atsumu/suna one i will disintegrate from the excitement, i did when i saw oikawa with the upcn uniform the argentinian in me went feral and i'm not from san juan

Deku's stupid freckly cheeks -3- Not like those are my favorite thing about him or anything -3- No I hate his stupid face of his that I wanna mush in my hands and suffocate him or anything -3-

ngl I had to stare at Iwa about fifteen times thinking that was Daichi and I got really confused bc like, didn't we have a Daichi one a while ago?? Only to find out...oh...it's Iwa 😂

#the way i vibrated months ago when furudate did a makki sketch #EVEN IF HE'S JOBLESS ON THE COUCH EATING LEFTOVERS I LOVE HIM #but more suna sketches...i guess could be nice -3- #he's still creepy -3- #and deku....god damn deku #the last movie must have come out on dvd bc ive been seeing screencaps of it everywhere #HAVING TO DOUSE MYSELF IN HOLY WATER BC #I DONT LIKE DEKU ISTG I DONT #i just want to crush him between my hands like when you wanna pet something too hard bc its so cute #i wanna squish him i gotta its in my dna #🍋.♡ #three.talks

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Saw that your asks were open. So what if America and Russia both were competing over someone that was a hunter (SPN kind). She, being the smart hunter, decided to convince them to go to war over her. This way she could slip away and do a lot of damage.

Would her plan work? Or would she fail, doomed to their realm forever.

Thanks!

Ey, nice to see another Hetalia writer in my box. I tried with this ask and watched some supernatural fights but if I'm being honest. I failed it. But I still hope it brings you some enjoyment.

Now onto the ask.

Short answer: No, in the long run, that wouldn’t work because you picked the two strongest, intense, and possessive Yandere! Demon Kings there are. They’d already been at a war over you since one found out that the other had a crush on you. It is more of a question of how long can you evade them. Since you’re a smart hunter darling you keep it up for a long while.

You trick them on several occasions. Dousing them in holy water. Blowing their brains out. Snapping their necks with an elaborate trap you set up in an abandoned factory. Setting them on fire. Like my goodness huntress darling, you make it loud and clear that you hate the both of them and want to be left alone to fight other demons who’ve either wronged you or stolen something that belongs to you.

The fighting over you and against you to come to one of them can end in a few different ways, however.

You do manage to have them fight it out in front of you. However, they’ve gotten accustomed to you and your antics. So they have you sign a contract that ensures that you go with the winner of who wins. This contract is legally binding in all of the realms human, underworld, and heaven. You will reluctantly sign it knowing full well you’re still going to try and escape regardless of who wins.

If Czar Ivan wins against King Alfred you will shiver at the fact that the Winter Czar Demon approaches you with a smile and blood covering his winter cloak. He puts his face inches away from yours.

“Time to go Подсолнух.” He grabs your chin so you look at him. But when he does so you scratch his face in a form of utter defiance. You grab your blessed pistol to shoot him but, your body freezes unable to move another muscle in your body even though your brain was telling it to do so. Ivan retains his smile he’s amused and angry at the same time.

“It’s taken me forever to obtain you Подсолнух and you made a deal. You go with me now.” He picks you up and throws you over his broad muscular shoulders and he carries you off to the Frozen Zone.

If King Alfred wins against Czar Ivan he will be smug as hell about it. He will be in your space so quickly that you won’t have any time to react. You’ll be in a tight hug. Y/N I’ve waited so long to have you in my arms. He’ll squeeze you so tightly that you think you may have heard your back crack.

Finally. I can have my doll all to myself. You struggle in his boa constrictor-like grip.

“Let me go demon.” You try to knee him where the sun doesn’t shine but your muscles freeze up unable to do the action you were intending on doing.

“Ah, ah Y/N remember that contract you signed?” He will look at you with his red eyes grinning from ear to ear. And putting his nose against yours. “It’s a real legal contract that every sentient being would have to acknowledge, especially you.” His grin gets even wider and he kisses you gently on the lips from there you’ll blackout.

The only other way this can end is if they both decide to team up and hunt you. But, trust me that won’t be fun. You’re gonna have a bad time.

#yandere hetalia headcannons #yandere russia #yandere america #hws #hetalia #hetalia fandom #answered #headingalaxys writes stuff #yandere headcanons #demon au

[marcelkhalife]

dream lol

work meeting...store deeper/wider with less seating than usual. more steel, more glass, less wood. I get there; it takes a while to start and I don't have anyone to talk to, so I decide to quickly go through this museum of flight (which also had something to do with abraham lincoln???) w/ els until the meeting starts. the entrance to the museum is like an airport. I need my ID to get in...someone's waiting behind me...I scramble through my pockets but I don't have my ID and I realize I left my bag at work. then I realize that the meeting must be halfway over already and I panic and then debate whether or not I should show up at all, but my bag has my ID, wallet, and my notebook so I go back. only C & M are there, cleaning up after the meeting in a much larger, much steelier, back of house. I feel bad for not showing up so I try to clean with them, but there's nothing to clean so I douse some to-go boxes with water from a hose faucet in the wall, no hose attached. I soak them through, then try to hide that I've ruined a bunch of to-go boxes. finally M leaves, I wait for C to say something to me and she doesn't so I talk to her first and lie and tell her that els had been in some kind of trouble so I had to leave and I didn't expect it to take this long, and then she suddenly looks at me and she looks so sad and says "I was just worried that you would leave and never come back!" and I laugh but I don't tell her I considered it.

Suddenly people are back of house sitting in this weird steel benches built into the wall, eating burgers and drinking shakes. I make myself busy cleaning up after them. A person I don't know is sweeping and muttering "I can't believe I'm doing this right now." I try to extend some empathy but I don't know if they hear me.

I leave soon after. In this version of town, some of the sidewalks aren't elevated from the road at all and are just lighter-colored asphalt. Some spots you have to walk in the road because there are no sidewalks (like real life!) but worse. There's this oaxacan place on the corner of the street. people are lined up inside, but the line isn't moving. I don't think they're open yet but they're waiting. Nobody shares the sidewalk or road with me until I turn a corner and I'm by a different version of the river. The paths are beautiful. It's like if the back bay hadn't been destroyed by oil spills. Everything glows a little bit. The soil is deep orange and there are bunchgrasses everywhere. I see Sa & Sp here and start chatting with them. It's so easy and I realize holy shit! maybe we could be friends! There's no car road visible beside us. We keep talking and it feels so real and easy!

We reach the end of the path and then we're at a car intersection. we cross it and we're in a parking lot. Sp says I better get home now or something along those lines and I say something like I need to see the ocean! and he says "only go to the ocean if you're ready for transformation" and I look at him like o__o because that's exactly what I was thinking. I wish he would come with me because if he thinks like that then we must end up friends but he gets in his car and gets ready to leave. But next to us in the parking lot (Sa is no longer Sa) there's L & her not-bf in his car. it's a white jeep-looking thing with a aromantic flag bumper sticker on the back with some kind of symbol at the center (???). Sa gets in the car to get a ride home and there are a bunch of other people in there. Instead of L's bf driving as before, she takes the wheel and she slams on the reverse (I can hear people yelling inside that she might clip me as she backs up because I'm standing there trying to get out of the way), tears backward out of the parking lot, into the street, then tears around a corner in a way that was so dangerous but somehow perfectly aligner, and only slams on the breaks right before they all hit a wire fence in an alleyway. I run after them to make sure they're ok, Sp gets out of the car and does the same because he hadn't left yet. Everyone's out of the car at this point and sitting on the ground sweating and panting and stuff and I ask if everyone's okay and one person in particular seems dazed so Sp gets an ice pack (the kind that's encased in a hard plastic so it's hard even before it's frozen) and tries to hold it up to the person's head but he accidentally hits them over the head and knocks them out cold. A moment later they sit up and go "what happened?!" then we're like shit we have to take them to the hospital because they have a fucking concussion . and that's when my alarm went off

#something about being physically grounded #as in land-bound #makes a dream feel a lot more unnerving to me than any dream where i can fly or swim or both #even if what happens in the other dreams is like generally more upsetting #personal poste #also this is quite a funny dream if i can disconnect myself from the real stressors that obviously feed into it

[lauraluna98]

Bernadette's Photograph [Diakko one shot]

Pairing: Diana Cavendish /Akko Kagari, Bernadette Cavendish/ Laura McLaren (OC), Amanda/ Constanze/ Jasminka, Hannah/ Avery, Barbara/ Lotte

Words: 18K

Laura and Bernadette art made by my friend chek out her awesome stuff: https://www.wattpad.com/user/-Diana_Cavendish

Summary \/

Four years have passed since Akko arrived at Luna Nova. In the previous year, the girls she had befriended graduated from the academy and each one went their separate ways, just like Kagari, who had to go through a lot during her studies, including meeting a girl named Diana Cavendish, whom she began to date. When she graduated and was sure she would return to Japan, she received an invitation from the Scottish girl to live in the family's mansion and an affectionate proposal from the beautiful blonde who asked her to marry her.

Akko spent a long time adapting and experiencing many ups and downs, sometimes having to deal with Daryl and her daughters' disrespect, but this the girl got used to, even more so with the fact that Diana was a lesbian, shocking the entire noble class.

One day like any other Akko was rummaging through Bernadette Cavendish's old bedroom until she found something that had been a huge family secret until then.

Upon discovering this secret Akko, decides that she wants to make a surprise involving the photograph she eventually found, but why is a photograph a secret and why does it get to the point of creating so much?

Read this story and find out.

It was a winter morning in Edinburgh, it had been a few months since the girls' graduation from Luna Nova, the year 2021 had started a few days ago. Akko planned to start her career as Shiny Akko, but she still faced conflicts within the mansion, as well as no from many witches who didn't want to have their reputation linked to something comical and funny, even with Kagari saving everyone, the conservatism in society still remained. Diana was the leader of the Cavendish family, after going through Daryl's proposal for a marriage of interest with James Mark II, the girl was getting colder and sadder, after all she remembered something, starting to ignore little by little Kagari, which was quite strange. Diana used to be cold, but not at that point. Akko was waking up next to Diana and soon noticed that the Cavendish had already gotten up.

POV Akko:

Diana has been very cold lately, colder than this place, holy shit, for the nine witches... I thought it would be wonderful to move here, but we can barely get along... What the fuck? Ever since that James Mark II showed up here, she's been like this... More like she's being forced to marry him... But Diana is the head of the family Ahh... I'm getting up from here.

I get up and go to the bathroom of the huge suite, brush my teeth, take off my crimson robe with "Akko" written on it, put it next to my fiancée's cyan robe, open the shower and start to take a bath, the drops of water washed my body as if they were washing my soul, it was really nice to take a bath in that bathroom, the water was always at the ideal temperature. As soon as I get out of the shower I take a towel, dry my body, wrap myself in it and go into the huge closet of our room, I put on a t-shirt, an overcoat, since it was very cold, "New, as if it wasn't cold every day here in Scotland" and a pair of sweatpants, when I finish getting dressed I put on my bunny slippers and walk through the corridors to the dining room, where I find Anna waiting for me outside the door.

- Good morning Miss Kagari, Miss Cavendish told me to stay here waiting for you to wake up, she is waiting for you in the dining room, let me take you there- Anna said always with her softness of speech, "The handmaids and the butlers were the only nice people in the house.

- Ah, yes thank you Anna, I was just leaving, I appreciate you waiting for me so long... I'm sorry if I overslept," I say, being gentle as always with the sweet lady.

POV Diana:

I woke up that morning down, after another week of having that conversation with Daryl, that snake is still the same, I knew she had only let her guard down since Akko and I saved her from that ritual interference, at least she has no authority at all, I can decide on my own who I marry.... Only that James Mark... He was one of the Appleton students who hang out with Louis Blackwell.... Not to mention he has my father's name on him... Although he was no example of a person, he abandoned me and my mother, since I was a little girl... just because the family was starting to have financial problems. That damned conversation with Daryl... I can't leave Akko... But I have to have heirs or heiresses... Ah Saint Beatrix Lesbian... The Cavendish family only allows to succeed children conceived here by both people.... And how am I going to make one with Akko, being that we are two girls.... Ah... What am I going to do... I can't allow Daryl's lineage to be the dominant one...

While I was in my mental monologue, I was approached by my second cousins, Amalie and Alicia, Merrill's daughters.

- Lesbian cousin! Lesbian cousin! Look what Grandma wrote for you," say the two children handing me the envelope.

- Oh thank you - I say, faking a positive reaction.

"Keep on with your scissors, I don't like your girlfriend, but she guarantees me my lineage ahead, besides teaching a pure lineage, without this talk of turning lesbian witches. Remember that fingers do not reproduce. With love and affection your Aunt Daryl".

Really? It was kind of just sending a message, what's the need to write an envelope, I won't argue any further, let her keep these silly little letters.

I take the letter, crumple it with my hands and throw it into a trash can, using my wand to move the crumpled paper into the container, when I finish throwing the trash out, I notice that my girlfriend had just arrived accompanied by Anna.

POV Akko:

- Good morning my love! - I say all radiant and go towards my girlfriend.

We come close to each other, exchange lips with a seal, soon after we both stare at each other, I as usual am faced with that emotionless and cold face of Diana, colder than Scotland itself I would say. I sit down on the chair facing my girlfriend and start to eat, attacking the pancakes as usual.

- Love Harajuku pancakes! How cute, I love it - I say dipping a pancake and dousing it with maple syrup. I end up remembering my first time with Diana and almost burst out laughing, but I held back as much as I could.

- Akko! What's so funny - said Diana trying to force a refined accent, being that I know how she spoke in a totally different way to me.

- Nothing no my love, I just remembered when I held your breasts that day and said they looked like Harajuku pancakes - I say starting to laugh, while Diana let out a slight laugh, seeing my girlfriend laughing makes me even a little happier, it was rare to see the cute cabbage look like that, even more after that guy came here.

- Akko! Don't talk that kind of dirty talk, someone might hear it - she said with the Scottish accent she used to hear a lot, she thought it was quite cute.

- It's pretty cute cabbage - I say trying to get more laughs out of Diana, but I end up making her blush, but right after that my girlfriend starts to laugh and snort a little, it was cute; she looked like a little pig.

- Akko! Akko! Stop it! I'm not in the moment for this - she said again with her Scottish accent, it was really nice to see Diana giggling a little.

POV Diana:

Oh crap, Akko is getting me, she knows how to lighten my mood... But I have to be careful, she has become very attached to me... What do I do...? Is it worth it...? Daryl wants me not to leave any offspring or else I can make this plan of hers turn against her.... I can do what she wanted to do to me.... But the difference is that Amalie and Alicia will have a kinder upbringing.... I don't know, I have to talk to Akko about this, I can see how she is getting upset about all this.

As I was sinking in my thoughts, I end up coming back with two clicks of a finger, it was Akko, as usual, she kept talking my name, so I decided to answer her.

- Huh? Akko. What is it my love? - I say, coming back to reality, I used to sink too deep into my thoughts.

- Again Diana? Every day you are sinking into these thoughts... What's going on in your head so much? - She said worriedly, trying to find out about me? I think I should open my mouth at once, I don't want to stall her until the last minute like Chariot did to her four years ago...

- Eh... Love... I... I try to say, but... Damn I'm not ready, how can I tell her... - I... We need to talk more... I want to talk about something that ails me... Something that made me like this... - I say as Akko looks at me worriedly, but then puts her hands on my cheek.

- Really? It's okay honey, I was getting agony... You are already cold as Scotland, this way it seems like the North Pole - She said as always talking about Scotland being too cold, this girl never gets used to the normal climate here. As always she reacts this way as if she were a child.

I just nod my head and take Akko with me to one of the offices in the house, where I used to work and study, since I became a leader, I stay there day after day, negotiating about how to deal with the riches, but I have to stop running away from the subject, I will get straight to the point with Akko.

- Ah the office - said Akko inflating her cheeks, she hated the place because I spent too much time there, working and barely paying attention to my love, but what can I do? I have responsibilities, I'm an adult, not like my aunt.

- Love... I... A... Reason - I say with much trepidation, damn Diana, come on girl, where is your stature girl - The reason why I was like this was because of that boy, more specifically about a conversation I had with Daryl, she has been pressuring me, or I would marry this James and save the family financially at once, or else continue with you... Of course I decided what was best for me... That would be to stay with you, even if it didn't give me heirs... - I said almost in tears, but soon Akko comes and starts looking at me confused, as if she thought it was a bit silly, as if I was making a drama.

- Are you dying because you can't be a mother? Is that right? Diana, what about Violet and Sarah? Nothing is impossible for magic, we just have to use the fertility stone," she said shrugging, as always believing that children's story, honestly, my mother used to tell me this a lot, but I'm sure it was just a nice way for her to say that it was okay to be a lesbian. Akko never understands things... I will have to be realistic with her, this is not a joke.

- Akko... This is a children's tale, my mother used to say the same thing when she was alive... The difference is that I was 5 years old... The fertility stone is a metaphor for artificial insemination... Chariot and Croix used it to make their twins... Do you happen to know that Croix is Trans? She froze her sperm before starting the treatment, maybe they said that to cheer you up... - I end up saying it in a too cold way, I shouldn't exaggerate too much, but when Akko believes in something she becomes very attached to it.

- Ah... I forgot this detail, but they told me it was the fertility stone, Chariot even said that in her family's residence there is one of the relics to be made and the other one is in yours... - She said until I finished completing it.

- And the stone of love, which is made with a kiss of love in a cave north of here... I know, I know, I know this story very well my love... No need to repeat it... If there really was such a thing, don't you think it would be full of lesbian witch couples? Or that I wouldn't be in this dilemma right now? Sorry for the words, my love... But I don't want to break your hope... Love even if we used artificial insemination, there is still something that gets in my way, here in the Cavendish family residence only children who are manufactured here and born here can take the place of the family, so even if we had a daughter, or adopted one she and the whole lineage would never take my place... It could even cause a death; she would risk her life love.... So sorry - I say almost in tears, I even put my hand on Akko's shoulder, but she just seemed to ignore all that, as if she didn't give a damn, it didn't even seem that this girl with eyes like rubies, would turn 20 years old?

POV Akko:

Ah, what a drag! Diana is still stubborn and closed-minded and doesn't believe in things! Nothing is impossible for magic, if we even managed to turn even other animals temporarily, saved the world from a missile that was going at a speed that could kill us, went to space and the radiation up there didn't kill us and yet she still thinks it's just a legend... Holy shit.

- Nothing is impossible for magic Diana! Believe it! Stop being so annoying and stubborn! - I said, inflating my cheeks and getting angry.

- The only boring and stubborn one here is you! Akko, honestly stop being so stubborn to think that magic changes everything... If it did, I wouldn't be in this situation... Ah... What the hell... Why... Why are you so Akko, why don't you think a little more realistically? - I said to Cavenboring trying to leave my dreams aside, but you know what, I'm not going to fill the patience of the perfect and correct lady.

- Oh you know what? Fuck it, I don't want to argue over nonsense like that, keep up this lack of belief in things, I still think the fertility stone is real, I won't change your Cavenboring thinking and you won't change mine, um! - I say turning my face and leaving the office, until the boring cabbage opens its mouth again.

- Akko, you can't keep turning your face to the problems like that, you're already 19 years old, how will Shiny Akko be if you keep behaving like a child - said Cavenboring being Cavenboring as always, I just ignored and left the office, as soon as I passed by the door I got a fright with the door, I have no doubt that Diana has used a spell to knock with force and got angry, play nice, but gets angry too.

I inflate my cheeks and lean against the doors with my arms crossed, all I could think about was how boring Diana always was, she wanted to be neat and methodical with everything, it didn't even seem like we saved the world together, it didn't even seem like she really believes that with magic she can do anything, she even seemed like boring Finnelan.

POV Diana:

Oh, what the hell! Because I had to fight with Akko... I didn't want to be so hard on her, but it seems that Akko doesn't mature, this way it's hard to help her with this dream of becoming Shiny Akko, I think I'll try to relax a little, then I'll talk to Akko... I'll try to relax, I can't work with my head like this... I still have to see how I'm going to maintain my savings...

I sit down in my armchair, open my laptop, where I start to open on the bank's website, but I was not in the mood to even think of any smart way to get more money, we were only with enough to maintain the huge mansion and pay the employees... I didn't want to rent it because it is a traditional place and it has a lot of things that can break and are precious... Oh fuck, I'm not in the mood to think about that right now.

On an impulse I decide to procrastinate a little, I open the internet and immediately go to the video site, where on the home page there was a video that interested me a lot on the official channel of the World Broom Racing Championship competition... I remember that as a child I dreamed of one day being a broom racer like Laura McLaren... How ironic to see that there is going to be a replay of the 1991 Irish GP, I think I will watch it to cheer up the nerves, Laura McLaren was amazing in that race, she became champion with 5 races to go.... I don't know why, but every time I talk about her I have good memories... As if she was someone familiar... I don't know, maybe it's just me having memories from when I was a kid, I know my mom liked broom races...

POV Akko:

I had been leaning against that door for a long time, I don't have to waste my time... Diana must have gone to relieve her nerves, if she did that I should do it too... I take a deep breath, look at one of the paintings in the corridor, being one of her mother, and start to talk to myself, I don't know why. I felt like I wanted to talk to the painting as if it was going to answer me.

- Ahh... My mother-in-law... Why is your daughter so complicated like this... So much we learned in Luna Nova, so much we learned, but she doesn't want to believe in the fertility stone... What do I do? Give me some sign - At the moment I say this the picture of Diana's mother disassembles the bottom part and the part that was her picture starts to fly.

It could only be a ghost, not surprising since this mansion is full of them, would this be the one of Diana's mother, I don't know... All I know is that I better get this picture right away or someone will notice that if it's lost I could be in trouble, if someone realizes that the picture of Diana's mother has been damaged... I don't want to go two weeks without loving my wife.... Diana always takes her punishment hard...

I go running after that damn picture, but it kept flying and very fast, sure it was a ghost.... I didn't have my wand in hand, I didn't even learn spells without a wand, I still have things to perfect. Fucking fast picture... I have to get there soon or I will be lost.... Come on Akko take it.

I kept following that fucking picture through the halls of the mansion, I even suspected it might be a prank by Amalie or Alicia, but they barely knew how to use a wand and were two years old, maybe it was her mother or her copy sister? Or even the cow of the grandmother of those two wanting to make me look ridiculous. Whatever it is I feel I have to get this damn picture.

Until the picture makes a turn, and a very strong wind hits a door that opens and through it the picture of Diana's mother comes in, I followed what I could, until I jumped on the bed that was in the room and caught the air, only I didn't realize that I was right in front of a closet, this makes me bump into everything in the closet, and right after that a photo album falls on top of my head and along with it one of the pictures comes out of that album, getting right in front of my face.

When I took that picture of the face, I went into shock, it was Diana's mother, with a redhead and a baby, I think it must be little Cavenchata, I'm sure, the two of them had rings on their fingers, they were similar rings from what I noticed, I was just thinking that it was just bullshit, since Diana's mother had to have only one friend, I remember she already showed a picture of her father? By the way, what a scurvy little fellow... Sorry Diana, but he abandoned his mother when she was sick and depressed, just because the Cavendish family was struggling? A shame, but at the same time no... Who died the following year... He had a daughter and a wife and didn't take care of...

I stopped thinking about Diana's family, since I didn't want to waste my time with this kind of nonsense, so I made sure to look at the back of the picture, since it was quite common for this kind of album picture to have some text, since it was in a place it shouldn't be... Why not take advantage of my curiosity to read and go through these things. Let's hope that nobody catches me at least...

"Goodbye Bernadette... I love you so much my love.... Daryl went too far, she shouldn't have done that.... Save this picture at least for the day we are healed, take good care of our daughter Diana... This will be our last photo before my return... This will never be a goodbye, but a goodbye... With all the love in the world L.M 01/09/2001."

I turned white, I turned a stone, I was in shock, I was without reaction.... L.M.... This redhead must be L.M, it can't be Diana's father, since his name is James and so who would this L.M be? What do you mean daughter? Our daughter on top of that! Does that mean that... Ah Diana... She has a lot of explaining to do now... Wait a minute... That makes Diana the fruit of a couple of women... But was L.M. trans? Just like Croix? Or is the fertility stone real? Ahhh! I don't know... I'm going to believe the second one a lot.... May the second one be real.... I really want to be a mother! I want Diana to come to me and tell me that she was right... But is this L.M. alive? Neither of Diana's parents are alive...

I could even make a surprise for Diana.... If L.M. is alive I might actually get a point out of it... Oh, let's go through this photo album some more while I'm here... Ah... Now that I noticed, it is the room of that hideous carpet that Diana loves, it even looks like it was made by a seven year old child, that unicorn, Beatrix looks beautiful, but that unicorn looks like a skinny horse with one horn... Hahahaha... Let's stop fooling around... I want to see if there are more pictures.

I stay for a few minutes looking at each picture, I didn't even have a notion of time, but I knew that at some point I had to stop, that L.M. is very beautiful, very cute, she is even familiar, I remember that Diana has already watched a very boring broomstick racing documentary movie with her... Bleh, now I remembered, it is just a broomstick race around a track, it doesn't have a maneuver or anything, what's the fun of seeing the same thing you have with a car on a broomstick? What was the name of it again? I don't remember... It was something to do with cars, that I am sure, but I have to say that they are very cute together, I never thought that Diana had another mother, I will believe it, but I really need to know who she is, it can help me with my plan.

I close that album and take a picture using my cell phone, of that picture where the two mothers of Diana and the little Cavenboring were, after taking the picture I put the cell phone in my pocket, besides also putting everything in place, I take out a wand that was in that room and use a spell that repairs all the shelves in the closet, besides also taking the picture of the cabbage mother of my little girlfriend so cute, but as soon as I leave the room, I end up unintentionally running into Diana's aunt's cow, she as always with that slutty look of hers.

- What are you doing here? - said the snake that kept looking at me with disgust.

- Nothing, nothing that is of interest to you... Diana just asked me to come... - I said trying to lie, but that damn thing completes me.

- To my sister's room? What would be in Bernadette's room that would interest Diana? And you have no respect for someone who has died, you don't just walk into the room of a person who has died here, have more respect for... - Said Diana's aunt trying to act saintly and correct, but I quickly retorted that snake.

- Just as you had respect for her when she was alive? Or when you wanted to sell the family's things, without even respecting your sister's memory - I retort in the best way, leaving that snake clenching its fists in anger.

- Listen here, you little brat! Who do you think you are to talk to me like that? Just because you have the protection of my niece, that doesn't give you the right to retort like that. If it weren't for her I'd poison you until you regret saying such things. - Said that cow trying to scare me, I just walked away ignoring her, returning from where I had seen the picture of Diana's mother flying away.

POV Diana:

These minutes watching the 1991 Irish GP really made me feel better, even more seeing how Laura McLaren is an amazing racer, she outdoes herself at every turn, it made me have a nostalgic feeling, when I was a kid and watched it with my mom... She would always put on these races that she liked to watch, and I would watch along because it was always nice to see mom smiling and getting out of bed every once in a while, she would rarely crack a smile or two...

Well, I guess I'll go see Akko, she must have eased her nerves, I just really hope she doesn't come out and talk about that fertility stone thing again, but if she does that's fine, I'll just ignore Akko's childishness.

I get up, close my laptop, go to the door and as soon as I open it, I am faced with Akko putting a picture, I think it was of my mother, back into a frame, I would get angry due to my girlfriend being clumsy, breaking a picture, even more so of my mother, but I will leave it aside, Akko being Akko....

- Ah... Diana! I... A ghost, a ghost knocked over your mother's picture and ended up making it fall - She said trying to invent some excuse, but I believed her a little, after all I know there are ghosts around here, I just don't understand why Akko stayed all the time here in front, poor my love.

- Ah yes a ghost, but I appreciate you trying to tidy up this mess, let's have some lunch love.... Sorry for being a bit thick.... - I said trying to make Akko feel better, who smiled at me and hugged me.

I go with my girlfriend to the dining room where we stayed for lunch, there was my aunt, cousins and the two pests, I mean... Amalie and Alicia... They are not pests; they are just influenced by their mother and grandmother... Poor things... Why do you have such an upbringing... It's a sin, really...

The minutes go by, I was eating normally next to my girlfriend Akko, she always being sweet and giving me food in my mouth, sometimes we even exchanged a few kisses, as always, my aunt being a killjoy, or she stopped the kisses telling us not to do it or she kept covering the faces of the two girls so as not to influence them. I don't understand why this is necessary, we are in new times, she was just being retrograde. This made me nervous, those two are children, they have to be influenced to think in a new way, not like this...

POV Akko:

Lunch was like every other lunch at the mansion, I always tried to be affectionate and cute, sometimes exchanging cuddles with Diana, but that snake of Diana's aunt was always a pain in the ass, getting ahead, stalling any kiss from us... I was getting pretty tired of this, it was every lunch and dinner, I just wish I could slap that old woman in the face, make her swallow that awful green lipstick she wears every hour, even at lunchtime.

When lunch was over, I went with Diana through the hallways, taking her to the office again, I gave my girlfriend a kiss and then went to my room, where I started going through my cell phone, I had the picture of that L.M. in hand, all I needed to do was use the image search. I used an editor cropping that photo, where I left only the redhead and then I used the search.

"Laura McLaren"

"Former Broom Racer"

It was the one, I was already suspicious, the initials and the person in the picture really matched, but how would I find this Laura and talk to her, surely she must be an important person in the world of witches? Four feet ten! How short hahaha, this woman is shorter than Constanze, how did such a short woman make Diana, people, Diana is almost a pole...

"Laura McLaren is a former broom racer, known as the flying irish, shortie, designer racer, the queen, raced from 1991 until 2001 in the World Broom Racing Championship, Eight time champion winning titles in the 1991, 1995, 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999, 2000 and 2001 seasons, she was quite remarkable for how dominant and extremely skilled she was on a broom, she is known to be many times the greatest broom racer in history.... Worldpedia"

"Birth: January 14, 1972 (Age 49), Dublin, Ireland"

"Height: 1.47m"

"Victories: 109"

"Titles: 8 (1991-1995-1996-1997-1998-1999-2000-2001)"

"First race: Brazilian GP 1991"

"Last race: Australian GP 2001"

"See more..."

After a quick read of that information I realized that this was a very important witch, not for nothing that Diana had admiration for her, but how am I going to talk to Laura McLaren if she is such an influential witch? When I was younger I tried to talk to Chariot on the Internet, but I just kept talking to myself. Famous people like that don't use the profile with the most followers to talk to people. Well, let's have a look, maybe this Laura McLaren is not that famous.

I went on Witcher, Laura McLaren's profile had about 4 million followers, and it's still a verified profile, outside that the DM is not open, so you don't even have a chance to get it on the Witcher profile. Let's look at Istagraph... It's also the same thing, she has 800,000 followers on that one and still has the DM blocked... How the fuck am I going to find this woman's personal profile?

Ah! That's it Akko, I'm great! The girls! I'll talk to them and see if they can help me with this! Maybe Constanze will know a way, she is so clever with this kind of thing...

I get my cell phone, go to the Witchsapp application, I keep running my finger through the contact bar, I soon notice that Constanze's contact, was without a profile picture, I assumed it was blocked, I imagine Constanze is not one to talk to me much... Luckily I could talk to one of her girlfriends. I was sure that they would talk to me, especially since they were both closer to me.

"Amanda"

This I will talk to Amanda, she is online as far as I can see, I really hope she will help me, I don't waste any time and immediately take care of sending her a message.

[Akko: Sup].

[Amanda: What’s the matter Akko?]

Akko: Sorry, did I get in the way of something? I need a little help].

[Amanda: Kind of obvious, you wouldn't end up calling me unless it was to ask for a favor. What did you get up to this time?]

[Akko: Gee, you think I call you just to ask for favors?]

[Amanda: Oh fuck, just say what you want].

[Akko: I won't waste time here, but I wanted some help more specifically from Constanze, can you find this woman's personal profile here].

I send the cropped photo of Laura to Amanda, I don't doubt at all that she was in shock, even more so since being a witch, she must have known that woman.

[Amanda: Laura McLaren? Seriously Akko? Hahahahaha! What's so interesting that you want to find the personal profile of a famous witch? I don't know if Cons will make it, but if she blocks you it's not my fault].

[Akko: Ah thank you so much for the strength Amanda].

[Amanda: Ah you're welcome, but tell me, what made you interested in wanting to find Laura McLaren's personal profile?]

[Akko: It's a secret Amanda, a very personal secret].

Amanda: ah so if that's the case I won't ask Cons to help you.

[Akko: Fuck you old man, it's very personal indeed].

[Amanda: Akko, I'm going to ask Cons to invade someone's personal life, it may be a famous person, but it's still a person, did you know that we can even go to jail for giving out someone's personal number? So don't give me that little secret, I promise I'll keep it to myself].

Seeing Amanda's message makes me a little afraid, but I think for a moment, I think I'll trust her this time, I hope she doesn't spread the word to anyone about it.

[Akko: Amanda, that woman is Diana's other mother].

[Amanda: Hahahaha! What? Another mother? What kind of story is this? Where did you get this nonsense from Akko, how ridiculous, do you still believe that fertility stone thing that Professor Chariot said when she had Sarah and Violet? Akko Professor Croix is trans, they used Croix's frozen sperm].

[Akko: This is serious Amanda! Oh fuck you, bitch! I thought I could trust someone with this].

I was bubbling over with anger and all Amanda would answer me was three little dots, but right away she tells me that she will help, no matter how ridiculous I thought this idea was, or what I ended up thinking, I would finally get help for my plan. All that remained was to wait.

After talking to Amanda I decide to start a Live Stream playing Super Mario World, it was a silly challenge to finish the game 100% without dying, but I always failed for one silly thing or another, it was nice to interact with the public, sometimes donations came out and that helped a lot with my project of becoming Shiny Akko, besides guaranteeing a livelihood in case things get tight, it was not because I was dating a noblewoman that I have to be dependent on her money, I do very well on my own.

POV Diana:

The time at work went by, it was a real bore I would say, nothing to do, just trying to find ways to get some extra money, but that Home Office service was spending me a lot, I knew that in the end it would only be enough to pay the salaries of the employees and maybe the food... My aunt doesn't even help, she only lives at the expense of others, thinking that she will still catch a rich man and get money... Her daughters are not much different... Maril already got the rich guy, but for how long? I don't doubt that they will divorce soon, I never really liked that guy...

After an exhausting day of work, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, dinner time arrives, I stop my work for the day as well, I am greeted by two knocks on the door, I soon allow this person to enter.

As usual it was Akko, holding up his cell phone and showing me the time and that it was 8:00 PM.

- I know, Akko, I know, it's time, I have to stop. All that's left is for you to pull me out of this chair. - I say as Akko comes over to me and sits on my lap, it doesn't take long and our lips soon meet, she was all needy and cute, I loved to see my Akko like this, so cute.

- Ah if you stay longer I'll do it anyway, I don't care, you have to pay attention to your little love, if it wasn't for this adult life shit I would want to spend the rest of my days dedicated only to be by your side giving you love - She said giving me affection, I admit I really wanted this, but unfortunately real life is not like that, we have our responsibilities.

- Who wouldn't want love? Obviously we have more important things, if I could stay all day just cuddling next to you, while we watch reruns of Shiny Chariot shows in our pillow fort eating caramel popcorn... - I say, causing Akko to get a gleam in her eye, to think that we actually did that the first few times she visited me, I admit it was pretty cool.

- Love I got nine very large donations today, three of fifty dollars, one of seventy pounds, four of one hundred pounds and one of 250 Euros, today yielded enough, failed well in the world of stars that anger! I even spent the whole Tubular without dying, without blue yoshi, but that damn plant hit right on the edge, I feel like throwing the control to the wall - she said, passing the frustrations of Super Mario, she is still playing this game without dying, it would be funny to get it first time, but I'm not one to lose the whole day playing.

- Oh good baby, soon, you can do it, I believe in you, how about we go to the bedroom, do a little something we haven't done in a long time huh? - I say blushing trying to give an extra mood to Akko.

- Are you going to make a pillow fort and caramelized popcorn? Are we going to watch some cartoons too? Can I choose? - she said, stalling the whole mood and my desire for something more intense. I still wonder how she is 19 and how we did it the other times...

- That's almost it... But it could be too, but let's have dinner before that, Anna must have prepared some delicacy for us - I say trying to make Akko forget that nonsense.

We went to dinner, Anna prepared some macaroni and cheese for us, it was as phenomenal as ever, I love her food... I really hope I can raise enough money to keep her working here, even if it means selling something or other. After dinner I went with Akko to the bedroom, still wanting something more, since I was very much in the mood.

The two of us went into the bathroom together and the next thing really happened, Akko was always very strange, I never knew when she was in the mood for it, but she clearly knew every time she was in the mood for it, after our bath was too hot, we both lay down on the bed and I went to watch some television, luckily there was something that interested me a lot, it was recommended a video about the Top 10 highlights of Laura Mclaren's career, as you can imagine Akko wouldn't want to watch it, so much so that I saw her soon get her cell phone.

Akko POV:

From the looks of it she is going to watch more boring broomstick racing videos, wait a minute.... Laura McLaren... I remember I mentioned her earlier today... Oh yeah! Holy lesbian Beatrix! I can't be that dumb! The fucking plan I made earlier! Did Amanda make it? Well, let's see.

I glance at Diana, she looks back at me and smiles, I return the smile, it looked like she wanted to say she wanted another round of what happened in the shower, I love to use my naivety to make her think I'm silly hehe, she'll never find out. I unlock the cell phone screen, and start to look through the messages.

As usual normal messages, from my mother, Diana... Oh I didn't even do what she asked today, I forgot to get her coffee... It was love... Chariot, Dad, Amanda! That's the one I wanted to know about... Hmmm let's see what she answered me.... It was three hours ago, apparently.

[Amanda: Hey bootleg Shiny Chariot, Constanze got Laura McLaren's personal number, she told me it wasn't that hard, but look, be careful with the messages, she might block you and this idiotic plan of yours go down the drain, I don't know if you know her well, but Laura McLaren was also known for being a little thick, so much so that I used to mirror her a little when I was younger].

[Amanda: [phone]]

[Amanda: Remember that it is always good not to risk too much, if she blocks you there is no problem, just ask Cons to give you another chip, I will not charge for this one, since I imagine it is a surprise you have planned for Diana... Enjoy your adventure, then tell me if it worked out. Bye sis].

Fuck, I am even impressed, they got it so fast, if she is that fast to find the number of a famous person, then imagine to get mine, or imagine just to hack our things ... Holy shit, I'll never call Constanze a tampon again, after this I'll think twice even... Well... Come on Akko. The long awaited moment has arrived, Diana is too busy with her boring documentary...

I copy the number and put in Laura McLaren's contact name, as soon as I get this number I notice that there was no picture, but she really did have an account on the app, I take a deep breath, since that would be my moment.

[Akko: Hello]

I have never in my life felt so nervous about sending just a meager "Hello", I don't know why, but it seemed very intimidating, as if I had destroyed the entire Cavendish family mansion and had to explain Diana... I just hope everything works out.... I hope she answers me too, since I'm too far away.... Let's go!

[????? Hello? How the fuck did you get my number? If you are some crazy fan know that I'll give you 2 minutes before I block you, explain if well, surprise me].

Holy lesbian Beatrix, she comes right out with this bucket of cold water on me, I better answer soon if I don't want to throw all this progress in the trash, but what do I do? For the first time in my life I really have to think before I act... I'll explain to her in a quick way.

[Akko: Please, I really need your help Mrs. McLaren, my name is Atsuko Kagari, better known as Akko, I am Diana Cavendish's girlfriend, and I have a very big suspicion about you, I found this picture here and I'm thinking that... You are Diana's mother].

I send the message along with the picture of her next to Diana's mother and also the little cabbage cub, I hope it really works out, because I couldn't think of a better way to respond....

POV Laura:

What the fuck is this? Fuck! I... Fucking hell... For the fucking nine Lesbian Witches... How come a bomb like this comes today? Wait a minute girlfriend? My little girl is a lesbian just like her mother! That's so cute! But wait a minute... How did she find this out? How did she find this picture? By the nine lesbian witches... Does Diana know? Does she come here? Fuck! Now that the house has fallen for me... I've waited years for this moment, but I didn't imagine it would come so fast... I really wanted to keep this secret... Especially since Bernadette died... She would never be accepted in the Cavendish mansion, even with the curse broken and also Diana will never accept a mother who abandoned her for so many years? Better answer this girl soon.

[Laura: I don't know how the fuck you found this picture, I don't know who the fuck you are, I don't know what the fuck you want... But holy shit, you are very smart little girl, yeah... If you are really Diana's girlfriend then send me a picture].

[Akko: Ah you answered me, nice, okay I'll send you a picture, she's on my side now].

The brat takes a picture of her next to Diana, I almost cry when I see my daughter, the girl was big, she was no longer the little baby I used to hold in my arms... Wait a minute... Damn this girl is the same one that was flying with my Diana that day of the missile! I remember it well! It was on TV! Holy shit... She is very cute and cute even, she looks like she is clumsy and silly, I don't know why, I felt that about her.

[Laura: Okay, brat, I'll trust you not to block your number, I just want to know one thing... Are you treating my daughter well, because if not I'm going to come over there and pull your ears. Fuck you if you saved the country with the fucking Claiomh Solais].

[Akko: Hahahah! You are quite funny, but relax; Diana is very well with me, she is very happy by my side.... And I'm honored to see that you know about that].

[Laura: Is quite obvious, how come nobody was seeing two crazy girls on a broomstick flying towards a nuclear missile? Only a fucking person who lives in a fucking cave, which is not my fucking case, so yes, I fucking saw you, I also saw my daughter's psycho beating your fucking ass that day, I already suspected something, but I didn't know you were fucking girlfriends... I am happy for you guys... But answering your theory is... I am Diana's biological mother, just like Bernadette, you want to know how? Simple the fertility stone].

POV Akko:

I started to have a panic of joy, that woman sent right to the can, old cock, I've known this Laura for two minutes and I already consider her my best friend... I love this mother-in-law... Oh shit, I hope Diana hasn't noticed my sudden reaction.

I look to the side and notice that in fact Diana had practically fallen asleep, how cute, I think the day was very exhausting for my love... I cuddle her and, besides making her more comfortable in bed, I give her a little kiss on the forehead, just as I start talking to Laura again. I wanted to know more, who knows also my plan would work out.

[Akko: So the fertility stone is real?]

[Laura: Fucking sure, I know step by step how to do it, I have one now on my necklace, I always treasure it...]

Laura takes a picture and shows me the fertility stone, as well as her face... Holy lesbian Beatrix, she is not 49 years old, she is well preserved... Woah... That's why Diana is so beautiful! The eyes are Laura's... I always knew, Bernadette is the only Cavendish different, she had green eyes... While everyone here has blue eyes... Besides Diana's eyes are the same as hers... They are quite different from the eyes of the others.... I have to say that this Laura and Bernadette made the real divinity... If the fertility stone is real, then it really means that it is not a metaphor for artificial insemination.

[Akko: I don't know what to say Miss McLaren... You killed all my doubts at once, I knew that the fertility stone was real, if Diana is the fruit of the fertility stone and is the current leader of the family... That means that you made her here in the Cavendish family residence].

[Laura: Of course, where do you think I would make out with Bernadette? A girl like you is 19 years old? Forget it, I want to know why you called me, your motivations... And also how you got to this point].

This Laura has a coarse way of being... Like Amanda was mirrored in her, holy shit, she's like Amanda only ten times sharp tongued... She is literally all of Diana's crude side... It makes sense now, but a Diana who cusses ten thousand words a word, I've never seen someone so foul mouthed like that.

[Akko: Miss McLaren... I was this morning arguing with Diana when a wind takes a picture of Diana's mother, so I kind of followed, that picture led to her room, where I bumped into a closet, the picture fell on my face and I was in shock to see that picture, Bernadette, you and Diana together, plus a whole album where the two of you were together.... I also read your entire message that was behind the photo.... It was very cute... But what did Diana's aunt do that was so bad?]

POV Laura:

What a mess... So it was a photo... Bernadette obviously played with this girl, there is no other, but that was not her room, Bern did not keep these things in her room, the room where the tapestry was actually the first room of Diana ... I guess you made those aren't you my love... I have to stop thinking about these things... I'll go crazy, but I'm already crazy... Do I trust to explain to this brat what happened? I don't want to explain this by message... I think I will have to take this measure.

[Laura: Do you want to know what really happened? I'll only tell you if you come here in Ireland, it's something that's better told in person.... Before all this... Does Diana know? Does Daryl know anything?]

[Akko: I haven't told Diana yet, I intended to surprise the lady by revealing myself to you being her mother, plus it would show that the fertility stone was real all along... Daryl only saw me leave Bernadette's room, I managed to disguise it well... No one but a friend of mine knows that you are Diana's mother... And even that friend of mine discredited me, so kind of yes, that secret is safe].

Great! Things will be better this way... So I can really trust this girl... Probably her friend is the person who got my number, I don't doubt it at all, I hope no one expose my number; otherwise I'll be mad as fucking hell...

[Laura: Great, so come to the Mclaren family residence tomorrow morning, don't arrive before 10 o'clock in the morning, otherwise I'll make you swallow your magic, I won't miss my beauty sleep].

[Akko: Okay, I'll come, just send me the address, I'll find a way to go alone, after all I don't want any suspicions to come my way].

I send my address to the little brat, although I don't even need it, all I had to do was look it up on the Internet for the location of my house, since everyone knows where McLaren lives, but I am relieved that the girl is so naïve.

POV Akko:

After this conversation with Laura McLaren I felt relieved, I have to admit that she is very nice and a bit sharp tongued, I could see that a lot, I really hope that everything goes well... Now I'm going to play for a while, maybe sleep... I am one step away from making this surprise real...

I was playing Minecraft until about two o'clock in the morning, I practically lost track of time, playing in a world that I made with Diana, I was kind of mining a little and adventuring, when I least realized I was getting sleepy. So I decided to stop playing, turned off our video game and went to sleep, giving Diana a little kiss on the forehead as usual.

It was nine o'clock in the morning, I got up, this time Diana was beside me, she was getting changed, and I patted her on the butt just to let her know I was awake, hehe.

- A slap on the hotness! Yes baby thank you! - I say after slapping that hottie ass, Diana quickly turns around and puts her hand on her face, a bit flushed.

- Akko! - she said embarrassed.

Soon I stand up and give Diana a hug from behind as she finishes changing, when she finishes changing I get a little kiss on the forehead, after this little kiss I point to my mouth, signaling that she should kiss my lips, which Cavenboring does, after the kiss I go to the closet where I choose an outfit.

A white T-shirt, shorts, an orange overcoat, a scarf and finally a pair of boots, an outfit very similar to the one I wore the day I went to Luna Nova the first time.

- Where are you going so dressed up? - She said, already suspicious that I was going out, while I was thinking of a way to answer Diana, I had to be very spontaneous.

- Ah love I'm going... To Ireland... Yes! I'm going to Ireland to visit someone... - I say, still trying to think of how to wind Diana up, but she stared at me as if I were lying. - I sort of got called to go there, it's a sewing friend of mine from... Luna Nova! - I say this until she completes me.

- Akko, in all those years it doesn't have an Irish student in Luna Nova, if you're going to lie about leaving without me, at least lie properly... Let me see something... Are you going out with your friends to fool around... Or with him? - She said talking as if Andrew was a real criminal, I really don't understand how she has this jealousy of Andrew, he is fucking gay.

- That's it, I'm going out to prepare a surprise for you, but as you always ruin surprises, it's no fun... What a shit - I say inflating my cheeks, fucking Atsuko Kagari, every day you excel in acting, I really deserved an Oscar after this.

- Awwww, don't be like that honey, I know you try these surprises, but you don't have to react like that, try to act better... - She said, caressing me. That's all I needed, Diana believed in my acting, I kind of accidentally made her believe in something else, perfect.

She gives me another little kiss and we go to the kitchen where we go for breakfast, as usual it was pancakes, I love pancakes. We eat for a while until after breakfast I give Diana a kiss and tell her I was leaving, she waved at me and said goodbye.

I take my broom and start to float, saying the spell "Tia Freyre". With the broom floating, I put on the cell phone holder and activate the GPS, setting the destination to the McLaren family's residence, according to the address I entered.

"7h 13 min"

"470 km"

How absurd! This is all by car, but I'm on a broom, so I'd better change the route format here to broom. Yes, the distance has been greatly reduced! Now it's just flying towards Dublin in Ireland.

"350 km"

I think it will take a bit of broom time, I think maybe an hour.... That's the most I can fly going on a broomstick without being scared to death or using up all my magic, so let's go! From Edinburgh to Dublin! Farewell Scotland and hello Ireland!

Diana POV:

Akko left, but said in a very dirty way that she was going to Ireland, I really think she just went to Germany to Constanze's house, maybe to visit Amanda or else she went to visit Lotte in Finland, or maybe she went to Loperèc to visit Chariot and Croix, it's been a while since she visited the two twins... I don't know, I just hope Akko is okay, at least this time she will let me know before she leaves... I have taught this girl well.

Without Akko at least I could work in peace, take advantage of the fact that today is a Friday and I only work until five o'clock, so today is perfect... Well, let's go, today is going to be a day of rest, I really hope Akko doesn't get into any trouble. As soon as I go up to the office I take the opportunity to check my cell phone, to see if anyone has sent me any messages.

[Hannah: Hey Diana, Avery and I are going to Karaoke tonight, do you want to come? Just come down here in England, we'll have some fun, have a cold one, you know... Call Akko, she's funny, even if she doesn't drink, she's a comedian... I have called Barbara and Lotte to come, Amanda, Jasminka and Constanze will also come, even the weird Sucy will come, only you and Akko are missing].

That would be nice, but I'm not really up for it, I want to use this Friday for a more private surprise between me and Akko, you know? I want to do something we haven't done in years, that pillow fort gave me a great idea, it's very childish, but I'm sure my Akko will love it, and I don't know, I won't enjoy it that much. Even more I don't like that Avery girl, I never really did.

[Diana: Ah Hannah, thank you so much, but I don't think it's going to work out, friend, these days are very exhausting for me, also Akko left this morning, I don't know where she went, but it must be some surprise, so I think I'll stay here in Scotland].

[Hannah: Ah Diana, come on stop being such a pain, take advantage that Akko is not here and go out with us, I'll buy drinks for all of us including pizzas as well... So what do you think?].

[Diana: Hannah, you know I don't drink, I will refuse friend, my sincere apologies, but enjoy the day with you guys out there, it's not as if our presence is the most desired thing in the world].

[Hannah: Okay, Diana, okay, but tell me... Do you have the number of that handsome guy, your cousin? It would be interesting to call him here].

[Diana: Hannah, you're engaged to Avery and Andrew is gay, you're not going to get anything out of this, by the way, I don't have his number, you know I don't like that guy, Akko does.]

Hannah after that message just sent me an emote with her thumb sign up, I bet she was a bit mad that I didn't agree to go out with her and the girls, now great, they'll think I'm an asshole because I refused to go out, but I don't care, Hannah has been very annoying lately, she has been since the time she picked on Akko.

After answering Hannah the best way I could think of, I decided to start working for today, I knew I was going to have a full day filling more and more spreadsheets, just thinking about it makes my wrists hurt, but what can I do... This is the way I found to give a little more money to the Cavendish family.

POV Laura:

I was waking up in the morning, got out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror, I was a little bit disheveled, looking at the mirror, my long red hair needed to see a comb, so I tried to really comb it, I imagine I would have a long day, I make sure to check my messages and soon I notice an interesting one.

[Akko: I'm coming to Ireland; I'll be there in an hour].

Oh great, the little brat will be here in half an hour, it seems she didn't obey me much with what I said about not coming here before 10 o'clock in the morning, at least today I woke up a little earlier, but how stubborn this girl is, well come on, I can't go out in a robe with these tits waving around.

I take a T-shirt, pants, and my light blue slippers, as well as my necklace with the fertility stone. If Bernadette hadn't left this would be the stone that would make our second daughter... Hellene... Why... Why did you have to leave my love... I miss you so much... Bern...

I hugged nothing as always, thinking that one day that hug would lead to something... But it always came to nothing... All I wanted most was to be with Bernadette now... But let's keep our posture, after all that girl is going to come, I have to show her that I am strong...

I go downstairs and soon run into my sister Chelsea and my niece Holly, they were both in the kitchen eating waffles, I soon sit down at the table with them...

- Good morning girls! - I say until they both smile at me and answer.

- Good morning sis," Chelsea said.

- Good morning Aunt Laura," Holly said.

- So girls, today we are going to have a visitor - I say while they remain unresponsive - Atsuko Kagari, she is my daughter's girlfriend... Diana... I think you have seen her, that little brunette girl who was on the broom with my daughter with Bernadette." I say until they both stare at me dumbfounded, Holly holding a piece of waffle and Chelsea almost overflowing a cup of coffee, which I had to use magic to keep it from spilling all over the table.

- What is it? What the fuck is this Laura? You're kidding, aren't you? - Said Chelsea as if a truck had run over her. What an honor to finally have the courage to reveal yourself to Diana, I thought I would stay 20 years without doing anything.

- Yes Chelsea, but only Diana's girlfriend is coming.... - I say, answering her.

- Wait a minute, Auntie... You mean the brunette who was on the broom? She is amazing! She's a great friend of mine in Witcher! We always talk about the Shiny Chariot... She's awesome! - Said Holly, as usual that girl was a fan of the little Chariot... Lucky for us we went to her concerts during the beginning of her career, before all those crazy concerts where she was suspected of stealing magic.

- That's her... But yes Chelsea, it is very likely that this girl wants to push me to go to Diana, I don't doubt it at all... - I even say that Chelsea completes me.

- You can't spend your whole life sitting on the couch sucking your tits, Diana will fight with you anyway, your daughter was abandoned for 20 years... There's no use in waiting... What would Bernadette do? Besides, you can save the Cavendish family, I know they are in a bad way financially... That bitch Daryl will have to accept your help or not. Why didn't you have her arrested when she did that nasty shit to you? - She said again, going back to that subject.

- Don't fucking fill me up! I know that, I know I could have done all that.... But I just want to forget it and move on.... - I say trying to make Chelsea stop bringing this up, but she was kind of right, even after 20 years I never stopped thinking about Bernadette for a day... I still have the ring on my finger and always will, my one true love is Bernadette Cavendish...

POV Akko:

I was arriving in Dublin, with only 10 more minutes to go, I was already getting very tired of flying at 350 km/h in a straight line, the icy wind, the pain in my arms... How can a witch who races with brooms stand this, it is much worse to fly a broom when you are at high speed... When I was flying with Diana I always stayed behind and didn't feel all this... Actually this is the first time I have traveled this far alone on a broomstick...

The time went by and I could see the city from far away, after flying so much I was finally close, what a relief... It doesn't take long and soon I am getting closer and closer until I was in Dublin, I follow the GPS to where it was indicating the McLaren family's residence, little by little I get closer and I find myself in a more rural area of the city, also with a wall around it, I pass by it, since my interest was only in the house.

I am even perplexed, the woman was eight times world champion and practically considered a local heroine and lives in a big house, but nothing on the castle level where the Cavendish live, it was a big house with about four or five floors, it looked a lot like big houses in American movies, I soon approach the door and ring the bell, as soon as it rings I wait a little.

Who attends me is a redheaded girl and she was quite short, about Constanze's size I would say, she nods to me smiling, as if she knows me before, so I nod back.

- Hi Akko Kagari! I don't think you know me that way, but you must know me from Witches, I'm Holly Chariot Stan! - she said smiling at me... And wow, she is Holly, I recognize her now, from her profile picture which was a drawing you could tell she drew herself and pretty true to how she is in life I would say.

- Holly? Ah yes! Holly! Girl... Wow! You are amazing Holly, you are one of the few people we can talk about Shiny Chariot without anyone disturbing us, what a coincidence that you live right here. - I say answering her and right after giving her a hug, I wanted so much to hug that girl, I blush a little because I felt her breasts a little, which were not small at all under mine... Wait a second... If Holly is related to Laura McLaren that makes her related to Diana! What a fuck up! Now that I stopped to think about it.

After this hug we looked at each other for a while and soon Holly took me to the kitchen, where when I arrived I found two familiar faces, one was someone I had seen on television before and the other was Laura McLaren... I am in the middle of a family of famous people and I didn't even know it.

- I am Atsuko Kagari, but you can call me Akko - I say, trying to create a good impression.

- Ah hello Akko, I'm Chelsea and this is my sister Laura, I wonder why you came here, I was talking to my sister how she should stop hiding from her daughter and reveal herself, it's been twenty years and this woman is still hiding - Chelsea said.... I have heard that name before... Chelsea McLaren! She is an actress! She plays lesbian characters in all kinds of movies and TV shows! Now that I remembered! I love her performances, especially in Love yourself... How incredible the moments Diana and I were theorizing about how Layla would be with Hannah... Now I am facing Layla herself here. Diana would love to be here.

- Hey there, brat, you finally came. You could have come a little later, couldn't you? Well, let's leave it aside, I'm glad you came, but tell me what are your real intentions? - Laura said with her "gentle" way of being, now I am sure where did Diana's rudeness come from.

- Ah hello Mrs. McLaren... I came here to really talk to you, I want to know what happened to abandon my girlfriend. I am not here to judge you, I am sure you had a reason for that - I tell Laura, I just remembered a little bit about my reaction with Professor Ursula when she revealed all that to me? I really hope that this Laura McLaren has a strong motive, just by talking about Daryl having some involvement makes me more confident, I never liked that snake.

- I will explain everything, but first feel the will brat, do you want to eat some waffles? - Said Laura, as they were waffles I didn't refuse, I found it funny how that house had lower chairs, all of them were so low, I felt like a real pole to be there, I sit in one of the chairs and soon I start to eat.

POV Laura:

Holy shit the brat is here, she could take a little longer, she had to arrive right on time for lunch... Imagine just to explain to her everything that happened... Even more with Chelsea and Holly here... Out of nowhere this little Japanese girl comes and shows up... I am sure that she will make me go to the Cavendish family mansion... I'm sure... I swear that if I go there I don't know what I'm going to do... Whether I'll die of panic or not...

After we eat a little, it doesn't take long and soon my sister decides to open her fucking mouth... I knew that this idiot would want to make me confess, holy shit...

- So Laura, are you going to tell us? Or are you going to stay there without saying anything? - Said my sister as always pressuring me, damn it, here comes the bomb, but also I will not tell anyway, so I will try to show with the best details.

- I will! Come with me to the TV, I think it's something I have to show how everything happened more clearly, using a bit of the crystal balls too - I say, snorting a little already, I get up and go to the living room together with the girls, the day has come apparently? Here we go.

I arrive at the room together with the girls, I begin to use my magic on a crystal ball that soon was showing everything on a television, as I didn't want to show the whole story I decided to summarize it in a clearer way without wrapping it up too much and going straight to the point.

POV Narrator:

Laura begins to show flashbacks of her memories, starting with one from June 1990, just as they were returning from the McLaren family residence after they had both graduated. They first stop by the redhead's house where she passed the family's leadership position to her younger sister Chelsea.

After solving this problem they go to the Cavendish family residence and it was there where things started to get problematic, as soon as they arrive they are welcomed by Clarie Cavendish (Diana's grandmother, Bernadette and Daryl's mother), that is until the time the woman brings up the subject of marriage, telling Bernadette to marry the son of a family friend, this one called Paul Hanbridge.

Bernadette obviously refused, but she could no longer refuse using the age argument, which she had always used with her mother since she was 14 years old, this time the girl was 18 years old, because of even that Cavendish decided to hit the table and assume once and for all. She had been dating Laura McLaren since December 1987 and would never part with that girl for anything in the world.

This causes Clarie to end up slapping the girl and getting disgusted, she even tried to lock her in her room and kick Laura out, but since the authority in the Cavendish family was with Isabella (Diana's great-grandmother, Bernadette and Daryl's maternal grandmother), she did not allow Clarie to do this at all, but in a way Bernadette had to obey her mother's demands, but she did not want to anymore, she needed to do something.

A week later the opportunity arrives, it was the perfect day to perform the ritual to become head of the Cavendish family, Bernadette felt in the mood to perform this ritual, since it had been weeks since she had laid in bed with her girlfriend, it had been days since they could even kiss in peace in the ritual.

POV Laura:

I decide to pause that part, because I had to explain what was going to happen next, as I was not present at the ritual part I would kind of just show myself waiting while listening to some music.

- Why did you stop, sis? And what does something that happened eleven years before Diana was born have to do with her abandonment? - said my sister who still didn't even know that much about what happened.

- So, I don't know very clearly what happened, but according to what Bernadette told me, she was going normally until someone interrupted the ritual in the halls, she was alone and was shot down by Clarie and her grand aunts, Marie and Amelia, after she woke up, she was alone in the middle of all that room. Bern continued on and soon came across three trees, they seemed to be covering the three which was really true, at that time Bern didn't know it was them and just continued on normally, coming to get the title of head of the family - I say until Chelsea again raises her hand.

- Okay, but what does this have to do with what happened 11 years later? - Chelsea says, getting on my nerves, until I answer her.

- Fuck you Chelsea, pay attention to this shit, or I won't explain it to you - I say answering my wonderful sister, wonderful is my ass, fuck you... Laura focus, let's go back to showing what happened.

POV Narrator:

After the ritual Bernadette came back and was realized that she was head of the Cavendish family, but things were not that much better, from the moment they started to miss Clarie, Marie and Amelia, with that disappearance Bernadette called the police two days after she disappeared, in this case the magical police since normal people could end up getting hurt.

When the police arrived where the ritual was being performed, they noticed that there were three lifeless bodies, they were the bodies of Clarie, Maria and Amelia, as soon as Bernadette explained everything she was taken as the main suspect and was almost arrested, when she explained everything that had happened and in the crystal ball it appeared what really happened.

As soon as she returns home, Laura was waiting for her, as was Daryl. Cavendish was cleared and the whole case was closed as a murder, but because of this Daryl ended up placing all the blame for these deaths on Laura.

"It's your fault Laura McLaren! Because of you my mother and my aunts died! You had to show up in my sister's life! You ruined all the family's plans! You damn Irish bitch!"

POV Laura:

- Of course, this was pure falsehood on Daryl Cavendish's part, she had little empathy for her mother and aunts, after all, she herself had told them that Bernadette had gone to perform the ritual to become the leader of the family, she intentionally wanted to make her mother the leader of the family, because then she would manipulate Bernadette into forcing her to marry Paul Hanbridge... Daryl told me this before the fateful day. Clarie's death was not a feeling of daughter losing her mother, but for her it was more because it got in the way of her plans... That woman was never any good - I say until Chelsea answers me again.

- Laura McLaren! You are dumb! Look what you tell me, look what a piece of shit this woman is! Daryl should have been arrested! I will always say that. But instead the big tobacco girl there preferred to keep it quiet! - She said as always insisting on this subject... And fuck, even the other two were agreeing with her.

- That bitch could have killed my girlfriend, she had no qualms about using poison spells on me when I tried to save Diana's life... - Said the brat, causing me to go into shock.

- Wait a minute," I say, pausing the TV, "you mean you tried the ritual and... What part of respecting the traditions, didn't you hear? Anna didn't let me interfere even though I heard some screams and magic shots, and I also felt Bern's magic weakening... - I say until the little brat completes.

- I know, but I kept pushing in every possible way, until I saw Diana on the floor, I tried my best to fight Daryl and their daughters... But there are three of them... When I woke up I found Diana, we were in a laboratory, I tried to make her feel better and encourage her not to give up the ritual, since there was time, we went... Daryl and her clones almost died, but during the ritual, Diana kind of sacrificed being the leader of the family in exchange for being able to save the lives of the three - Akko said, which impressed me, but at the same time I hoped that Daryl had died in this attempt to stop the ritual.

- Daryl doesn't learn his lesson anyway, she lost her mother for that very reason and 27 years later she makes the same mistake, if it wasn't for Diana she could have died... If that's so then it means that Daryl kind of owes one to Diana's side - I say until Chelsea completes me.

- You see Laura, it is your time to move, it is your time to stand up for yourself, Daryl can't do anything, she had her life saved by your daughter, let her dare to touch a finger on you... – Said Chelsea completing me so I just shrug my shoulders and decide to go back to showing what happened, skipping many years on television, since they were the best years of my life next to Bernadette.

POV Narrator:

Laura jumped to the year 2001, more specifically on September 1, 2001, Diana was already 3 months old, she had hair a little bit evident since she was born with hair. On that day Laura is called by Daryl. Where she reveals all her intentions.

"Laura I never blamed you for the fact that killed my mother and made me lose my much loved mother, in fact I hated her, I even appreciate you coming along and making Bernadette's head to continue in this lesbian shit, but I was angry anyway, your person was not supposed to be so influential, Bernadette being a lesbian was fine.... What I didn't want is for her to date someone like you.... An imposing person, a moral person, because of your presence, Bernadette became stronger, she wasn't like that before, she was more submissive... But why am I saying this? I wish my mother had succeeded in becoming the leader, not because I wanted to see her alive? but because I wanted to see Bernadette forced to marry Paul. He is the same one who is my lover today.... Poor little Eleanora who thinks she is in a stable union.... But let's get back to the point... With you ruining my first plan where my mother could possibly trust me more, I had to change the course of things... That's when you made the fertility stone and I discovered a wonderful little book Written by a witch named Margaret Ford, this book was about the curse of the metal spheres.... Do you know it?"

At that moment Laura was just oblivious, but she recognized the name Margaret Ford because of her late great-grandmother's past and how she was a criminal witch accused of killing none other than Diana Cavendish III, the great-great-grandmother of the current Diana Cavendish.

"So, I'll be very direct to the point Laura McLaren, you and Bernadette are under this curse, I put on you yesterday, you have one week to leave this house.... If you don't want you and Bernadette to die... In a week the effect of the metal balls will start to work, if you are close to them... The metal balls will move faster and faster inside your stomach, piercing you both... Look, either you give in, or you and Bernadette die together in a romantic and beautiful way... Poor little Diana who would have to be alone in this cruel world.”

After telling all that Laura had connected the dots, she remembered something her great-grandmother told her years ago, that until then it was a curse with no cure, to the point that Daryl didn't even know the cure either, which causes her to have to change her plans.

Laura and Bernadette talk one last time, take a picture together with little Diana in the middle, using a Polaroid camera, McLaren takes a pen and starts to write a message to leave on the picture, it was not a goodbye, but a goodbye, she believed very much that she could find the cure.

POV Laura:

I started to cry... That moment always broke me... Remembering that I would come back... But that coming back never came.... I paused because I couldn't stand crying, I needed to be trimmed by my sister, niece and Akko, they started to do everything to make me feel as good as possible.

- Mrs. McLaren... It is not your fault... It is that bitch Diana's aunt, now I understand why she did all this... It was not your fault... You don't deserve to be like this... We are going back to the Cavendish family residence and I will make that snake swallow its teeth. Please Mrs. McLaren come to the Cavendish family residence, go back to your daughter, I am sure that there you will make that Cavenboring stay cool - Said the little brat trying to convince me ... But if of one thing, she is right, I think I have to stop staying in the comfort zone.

- You are more than right, brat! I'm going to the Cavendish family mansion! I'll face Daryl head on if I have to and let her hold me back! Because I'm coming back! If she tries anything, I've got what's coming to me. I have the cure for the curse of the metal spheres! I got it at least five years ago... If Bernadette were alive... - I say until Akko trims me again, the little brat is kind of nice, she knows how to motivate someone, now I know why Anna let her go.

- You don't have to worry about whether Diana will accept you or not, because you are my guest and Diana should accept, because I'm sure the Cavenboring will be very angry, since on her side you abandoned her - said the brat, quite rightly, that really was what made me postpone my return year after year.

- Okay Akko, I will go! Wait for me next week! I will come! I'll even come with my car with all my bags! And this time I'm not stalling, I'm really going back to the Cavendish family mansion! - I say with all motivation I'm really going.... No more waiting 20 years for this.

POV Akko:

When I heard Laura saying that I started to jump and celebrate and the other two celebrated together with me, the three of us even lifted the McLaren lady, holy shit she might have been short, but she was a little heavy too, after I let her down, I stayed there a little longer, until the sun was going down. When the sun sets I say goodbye to the McLaren, they are a nice family.

- Bye Laura McLaren, I hope to see you next week - I say hugging my mother-in-law.

- Bye brat, good luck dealing with my girl, let's keep it a surprise shall we? - said Mrs. McLaren.

- Bye Akko - said Mrs. McLaren's sister.

- Bye Akko, take good care of my cousin... Oh and do you have a cousin or sister who is as cute as you? Or does Diana have any single friends? - Holly said, wanting to get some hot chicks. Apparently McLaren is full of lesbian witches.

- Bye girls... Oh and Holly, I don't know, we can talk when I get home, a pretty girl like you can get a girl really fast - I say motivating Diana's cool cousin even more.

After talking to them I take my broom and fly back to Edinburgh, Diana must be waiting for me now...

POV Narrator:

The days went by quickly as Akko went from Dublin to Edinburgh, the Kagari managed to hide very well from Cavendish everything she was planning, no one from the Cavendish family residence suspected, which was great.

After this week passes without much happening, Friday arrives where Laura McLaren and her daughter Diana Cavendish were to meet again after almost 20 years, the long-awaited day has arrived.

It was a Friday morning, Laura had already left Dublin at five o'clock in the morning, possibly arriving at noon in Edinburgh, leaving with the Lotus Carlton 1990 that was one of her cars, this one in particular was McLaren's favorite car. Some of the other cars were bizarrely stored in the Cavendish family residence, so it would also be an opportunity for the redhead to review her old cars.

It was eight o'clock in the morning on a winter Friday, it was -2 degrees Celsius that day, but no snow, just a chilly morning as usual. Akko and Diana were waking up together in the bed of their bedroom.

POV Akko:

You don't have to wake me up together, Diana, just give me five more minutes... Oh yeah... Holy shit today is the day! Diana's mother will be here soon... I really hope Diana doesn't react with anger about finding out the truth.

- Good morning my love... Hmmmm... - I say grumbling as Diana kept moving.

- Good morning love, so... Are you going out today? - she said suspiciously.

- I will, but I have a surprise for you... - I say, already making Diana more suspicious.

- A surprise is, if it's like the surprise you gave me at the pillow fort last week I'd love it, but let's do it after work," she said, already hinting at something else.

- You will know what this is all about," I say in response to her.

I go to change with Diana, we put on matching clothes, she with a cabbage print t-shirt with "I'm her cabbage", and me with a white cabbage print t-shirt with "I have a cabbage girlfriend", I put on a pair of red plaid sweatpants, as Diana also put on a pair of blue plaid sweatpants, I almost go barefoot, but Cavenboring throws me a rabbit slipper that catches my head.

- You can't go out barefoot - said Cavenboring, already starting to get on my nerves.

- All right, all right, Bleh, you Cavenboring - I say holding out my tongue and taking my slippers and putting them on, while the cuddly cabbage put on her kitten slippers and put on a plaid jacket, while I went without a jacket.

- Where are you going without a coat? - Again the Cavenboring implies me, this time throwing an orange coat to me, and it wasn't even cold, inside the room it was even warm.

I put on my coat because I didn't want to see Cavenboring pick on me and as soon as we leave I notice why she gave me the coat, I already feel the icy wind in the halls of the mansion, which were not heated so as not to spend on heating, so only in the bedrooms I leave the heater on.

We went to breakfast, this time I was smiling too much, very excited about the surprise that that cow of Diana's aunt would come across, little does she know what is waiting for her... Since I went to Ireland I have been even more careful that this snake doesn't do anything to Diana and me, because she is not crazy to do anything.

- Why are you smiling so much girl, what's so funny that you would look at me and still find it funny? - said the snake in the creeping way it always used to say... Ew.

- You will know Daryl - I say, leaving a mystery in the air, Diana was also looking at me and was finding my overconfidence strange.

- Why are you so excited about what I'm about to see? May I know? Are you by any chance going to give me some lipstick as a present? Or are you going to get out of this house at once? My niece has been tarnishing the family's reputation for far too long by insisting on this lesbian thing, this is all just a phase. Either she marries James or she remains infertile and unable to have a lineage that will continue the family? Oops, I hesitated, I ended up talking too much,- said the crawling snake, which did not intimidate me a bit, in fact I continued to show confidence, while Diana hit the table and stood up angrily.

POV Diana:

- Atsuko Kagari! Stop picking fights with my aunt! And Aunt Daryl, you're already here with me! If you insist on pushing me around James, I swear I'll make a fuss, I love Akko! I don't care if it makes it impossible for me to be a mother! Love is stronger than any barrier - I say in answer to both of them, "I don't know why Akko invented to create intrigue out of the blue, I was so angry that right away I left the table, I no longer had any appetite.

- Diana! Don't go now! Sorry love! - Said Akko, which I just glanced back signaling that I had forgiven my love, she always understood my body language, so I left there to go towards my office.

Arriving at the office I kept thinking and pondering... What is the surprise that Akko wants to give me so badly? Is it something warmer? Or could it be that the something warm that she gave me last week was actually not the surprise and she has something bigger in store? I don't know... All I know is that this week she asked me several questions about my father... She even came up with an absurd theory about my mother being a lesbian... Not that I think it could be a lie... She clearly felt repulsed by my father... I am sure my mother married just to have me My father James was never a good person Besides saying about a hypothetical situation where the fertility stone is real and I am actually the daughter of two mothers.... I admit I really wish this was all real.... She even made a whole theory involving my aunt casting a curse to stop all this.... I have never seen Akko think this much....

Anyway, let's focus on what to do today... I'm going to have a very full day apparently.

POV Narrator:

The hours went by that morning, Akko was waiting playing some video games, so much so that she opened a live stream, this time playing some Yu Gi Oh Forbidden memories, playing in a challenge she called no Free Duel. Which was much more complicated since she couldn't lose since she was also competing in story mode the whole time.

Laura was arriving in Edinburgh, driving as fast as she could, sometimes slowing down in case there were speed cameras nearby, but that didn't stop her from going as fast as she could to reach the Cavendish family residence.

By the time 11:55 arrived, Laura was already at the door of the Cavendish mansion.

POV Laura:

I arrive at the gate of the Cavendish family residence, press the button of the gate control and soon I notice that they open for me, which already impressed me, it was the same moldy control from 20 years ago... Someone could break into this place if they stole my car. Luckily they didn't try, or they would swallow their teeth. I would go inside, but as soon as I start to drive forward I am interrupted by a security guard. I roll down my window and then lower my glasses.

- Frederich let me through, man! It's impressive that you've been working here since 1995, and please, don't say anything to anyone that I'm here, only to the house staff, I want to surprise them - I say until Frederich recognizes me and then releases me.

- I am sorry Miss Laura McLaren, we have not seen you for 20 years, what happened to your disappearance? I missed you around here, this mansion has a very heavy atmosphere since you and Mrs. Bernadette left this place? - Said Frederich, which I just agree and then climb the car window entering the mansion of the Cavendish family.

I go with my car along the path that led to the garage, surprisingly they still had my other beauties, very well kept and hidden in a cloth, as soon as my car parks I am greeted by Anna, possibly she has been warned of the arrival of a visitor.

- Hello Miss Laura McLaren, what brings you here? - Said Anna accompanied by other maids.

- Hi Anna, I am definitely back this time, I have a few things to take care of here... Have you taken good care of my Diana these years? - I say until Anna nodded her head in agreement.

- Of course, I'll take your things to the former mistress's room... May I? - Anna said.

- Please, Anna - I tell her until she and the maids walk past me, I hand them my car key, just as I take my cell phone.

POV Akko:

Lunchtime was approaching, I took the time to procrastinate a bit on Wticher and have fun with some memes, until I get a message from Mrs. McLaren... She arrived that early? So fast almost at lunch time?

[Laura: Hey brat, I'm home, come here we need to play our plan, I'm in the hallway past the garage, make sure you're not seen by Daryl].

[Akko: Okay Miss McLaren, I'll be right there]

I go quickly through the corridors and come across Miss McLaren, she was taking off her sunglasses and also the jacket that she tied around her waist, that almost made her tits fly, I don't know how that woman doesn't fall down with a thing that size.

- Well, follow my plan, we are going to make a shocking surprise for everyone, but before you make this surprise, take this - Said Laura handing me a bottle.

- What is it? - I say confused.

- This stuff makes you immune to the curse of the metal balls, Daryl can never do anything to you. – Said Laura

- And what is the plan? - I said.

Laura tells me in detail how she would follow the plan and how I should prepare the surprise, with a little bit of magic to make the scenario perfect, then after hearing everything, she pats me on the back and I go towards the dining room, where everyone was there having lunch and waiting for me, apparently.

- You were late love - Cavenboring said only because I had more important things to take care of.

POV Diana:

I wonder if Akko is late because of the "surprise" or if there is another context... What is my girl planning? Well, I don't know, maybe she is just late... I don't know, I only know that she is so cute eating with her full cheeks, my little cheeks, after that discussion earlier Daryl even kept quiet, how nice.

I was eating normally, until a piano song started playing... Oh no I can't believe Akko did that, she made a point of playing the theme song from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure... Why I deserve this woman... Hey smoke, why is there smoke? Shame on me...

Until the music reached its climax, the door opened, but the smoke was still very thick, and the moment the piano started to play again, I came across a person. It was a redhead with long straight hair, a little fat, arms crossed, she had very pale skin, freckles everywhere... Wait a minute, that face is familiar... Laura McLaren? What is she doing here... Eh... A... ghost behind her.... Mom? My mother is appearing behind her...

I was stunned at the time, I looked around and my aunt was in shock, she was a stone, I had never seen her like that... I was also trying to understand why my mother's spirit appeared.

- Hello - Laura said in a way that seemed threatening, but at the same time comforting.

- We got Miss McLaren they are in shock - Akko said... Akko? Who stood up and shake Laura's hand as if they were two friends... What is this thing? What do you mean? They have met before... Akko's surprise was to bring Laura McLaren here? That's why she told me she went to Ireland last week.

- La... Laura... What are you doing here? - Said my aunt who was scared, but soon she changes her expression to a more confident one, why is my aunt reacting like this? - In reality, you arrived late, I would say at least 15 years late, how can you simply arrive here and on top of that have the shamelessness to come here thinking that your Diana is going to come to your arms, that she is going to put her hand on your head? - My aunt kept saying... What? What do you mean "your Diana"? I was startled looking at my aunt - That's right Diana, this girl here is actually - Said Daryl until Laura ended up answering her.

- Nothing more, nothing less than Albert Einstein! - Said Laura as if she didn't care about that situation, while my aunt stared at her in disgust - Look Diana, I am sorry for everything that happened 20 years ago, but I will tell you... Your mother Bernadette was married to me, we used magic and then we had you.... That was long before she married James.... Your aunt may even try to stay on top, but what about Daryl? Why don't you talk about what you did to me? Why don't you confess that you controlled your sister by forcing her to marry James? Why don't you talk about when you left Bernadette to die? Why won't you talk about when you put the curse on the metal balls? - Did you say Laura? Is she my mother? What's going on? It can't be... I'm very confused...

- Wait! What are you saying? What do you mean Laura McLaren is my mother? What do you mean she used magic? What did my Aunt Daryl do? Mom... - I say, starting to get weepy... I had memories of my mother Bernadette and I started to run out of there, it was an impulse I never had in my life.

I ended up doing this trying to get away from that situation, many things were going through my head, Laura McLaren my mother? Curse of the iron balls? That James was not my father I already knew, he already did the DNA test... I just want to be alone... So I ran to the room where my mother was staying, I sat down on the floor and cried, it was the only thing I could think of... Traumatic childhood memories came back... Those days when my mother died... If I could go back in time and heal her.... I would give her all my magic...

POV Laura:

My apologies Diana... I wanted to make a triumphant entrance... But I couldn't, I don't think I should pull this argument the poor thing must be in need of someone to make her feel better.

- Do you see what you have done? You think this is going to be okay? I won't let you come back so easily - said my slutty sister-in-law, while I just walked straight ahead, until the brat tapped me on the shoulder as I was approaching the door.

- Where are you going Mrs. McLaren? Are you going to let Daryl say these things about you? I know the real story, I know what happened, she has to shut up - said the brat, until I took her hand off my shoulder.

- Fuck what is more important is the love and care that I must give my daughter, Daryl of little do I care, I'm shitting and walking to that snake - I say leaving that room while Akko was even quiet to hear me, Daryl kept talking and talking, but only ignored, the brat is very brave to stay in this house with that cow.

POV Diana:

Alone in the room, crying, until I feel something touching my shoulder, I thought it was just Akko, so I just ignored it again, until I hear a voice... I had heard it before... I raise my head and am faced with the ghost of my mother.

- Diana... I understand your pain... It seems that your mother Laura has finally decided to go back to where she should be... Taking care of her daughter... Please... Don't be angry with her. Accept it, Laura. This is my last wish as a mother. Laura has given me so much love and care all these years - Said my mother's spirit.

- Why should I accept her? Laura abandoned her just as I did. She didn't even interfere when you married James - I say until she answers me.

- Your mother Laura had a reason; she would never abandon us... This reason she will explain to you, I'm sure... You have no idea how she waited so many years for this moment. Laura tried to find a cure for what caused her to leave us. But it was too late... Please Diana... If you can't do it for yourself... Do it for your dead mother...- said my mother's spirit, which made me a little touched... This time I really think I should forget about this armagure... I wonder if all that theory Akko told me is true.

I just nod my head and smile at the spirit that starts to disappear, when it disappears completely I see that the door was being opened, as I see the door opening I am faced with my mother Laura.

- Diana - said my mother Laura.

I get up and go running to hug my mother Laura, I was still crying, only this time the crying of sadness was changed to one of comfort, I was kneeling and hugging her, since my mother was a little short, I rest my head on her chest and soon I am caressed.

- I have waited years for this moment, my little Diana," she said as she kept giving me affection, while wiping my tears.

- You called me Mom? - She said, all excited, until I looked at my mother's face and she was crying.

- What else would I be yours? - I say to my mother who starts to hug me tighter to the point of making me sink my face inside her huge breasts... But soon after she lets the hug go lighter.

- Now things will be all right Diana... Your mother Laura is here... I will never leave her... I'll never leave you again I will make up for all the 20 years I spent away - She said until I look at her and start wiping my mother's tears.

- Just in these few seconds the lady is already making up for it... My mother Laura - I say this while Akko was watching everything, she was bursting into tears, my mother immediately looks at her and starts laughing.

- Come here little brat, you're family too - said my mother calling for Akko, who joined in a family hug... Brat? I like that nickname, I guess I'll have to get used to the idea that I have two mothers? It seems that Akko was right all along about the fertility stone... Who knew it would be under my nose all the time.

See you, lesbian witches, someday, somewhere!

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[manikas-whims]

Turmeric Milk

A sequel to my other Kanej fic Holi

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Ship: Kaz Brekker X Inej Ghafa

Summary:

Modern AU

Kaz had told his neighbour Inej that he'd call up his doctor friend to get his wounds treated but she stills decides to check up on him.

And with a weird drink at that..

Note:

I've decided to turn this Modern AU into a series.

Hope you enjoy this one as well ♥

Kaz rouses from his slumber due to the noise of the cellphone buzzing and sits up, accidentally hurting the wound on his chest. He represses a hiss and looks around, finding himself on his living room’s couch. The wall clock that his eyes land on, make him realize its past seven at night. Great, sleeping at odd hours. Pushing off the duvet, he scrambles to his feet, a jolt of ache shooting through his bad leg. Immediately, he seeks purchase in the arm of the couch, taking deep breaths to help himself endure the ache.

His phone buzzes again and he picks it up in annoyance. ‘W. Van Eck’, the screen reads and Kaz sighs, receiving the call.

“What happened?” He grunts out.

He can hear a loud huff from the other end. “You know Kaz, those shouldn't be your words to initiate a phone conversation.”

He rubs his eyes, trying to bite back the string of colorful words at the tip of his cursed tongue. “What do you want, Wylan?”

There’s a long pause. “Jes and I wanted to check up on you.”

“I’m doing quite alright.” He grits out as calmly as possible.

“Listen Kaz, if you need–”

“I’m not a child Wylan. I can take care of myself.” Kaz reminds him. He likes his crew because they do their jobs perfectly well but thats all he expects of them. His health and personal lifestyle is none of their concern.

“..kay, I understand. Rest well.” Wylan mumbles and disconnects the call.

With that, Kaz tosses his cellphone to the couch and limps towards his bedroom. Its about time he takes a much needed bath and orders his dinner.

By the time he’s done, he changes into another pair of trousers and lets his towel dangle around his neck. There's several drawers in the side rail of his bed. He crouches down to open the middle one and rummages out a first aid kit from within.

Grabbing his cane from the mattress, he walks out to the living room. Immediately his eyes take note of the duvet falling off his couch and the half-filled bottle of brandy but he chooses to ignore them. He’s not in the mood for tidying up. He simply picks up his cellphone and places an order for hutspot from the Kooperom, a diner nearby. It should take around twenty minutes to arrive and as such, he decides to address his injuries.

He sits heavily onto the couch, placing his cane in his lap and pulls out a roll of gauze and a flask of liquid disinfectant. Dousing a cotton pad in the disinfectant, he starts swiping the cut that trails diagonally from the right side of his chest down to his navel, just like he'd done earlier in the morning. That punch to his face had blinded him for a moment and another Razorgull took advantage of that. The teeth of that man’s knife tore so callously through his skin that Kaz winces several times during the whole cleansing. Finally as his hand reaches for the gauze roll, the dinging sound of the doorbell interrupts him.

The food delivery guy can’t make it this quick. A single father and his son run the whole diner by themselves. The thought makes Kaz gaze uncertainly at the door.

The bell rings again and this time Kaz stands up with his cane. He takes slow steps, snaking out a revolver from behind a painting next to the door and then turns the knob.

“Ohh God!” a feminine voice shrieks, making Kaz flinch.

His deep, coffee irises clash with a pair of dark brown ones and he scowls. Its none other than his next-door neighbour— Inej Ghafa. She’s forgone her shimmering traditional garbs and is sporting a set of faded blue silk pajamas. Her long, flowing hair has been pulled together in a single braid. And she has a small jar full of something yellow in her hands.

“The hell!?” He grits out.

She flushes at the sight of his bare torso as she speaks, “I just came by to check up on you.”

Really? Kaz lets out an exasperated sigh and glares at the jar of the unknown yellow. His lips curl in memory of that excessively-sugary Indian sweet that she had shoved in his mouth this morning. He’s not falling for her words again.

Her own eyes follow his and she smiles, lifting the jar higher. “Ah yes! I brought turmeric for you.”

He scrunches his nose in suspicion. “I don’t think I need it.”

She rolls her eyes. “Says the man with a gun.”

Exactly! And she must be scared of this sight. Not strike jokes about it. But he has to admit he’s quite pleased that she’s mentioning the gun instead of commenting on the cane in his other hand. She doesn't even flash a single pitiful glance like the others who come across him do.

“Anyways, may I come in?” She waits patiently.

“For what?” He asks.

“To make you a glass of turmeric milk.” She states, as if its the most normal thing to do for a neighbour.

“Again, I don't need that.” It feels like arguing with a saleswoman.

“But its good for health.” She informs wisely and her eyes stray towards his chest. “And it'll help you heal faster.”

He quirks a brow incredulously. “Fantastic! Just what I needed. Give me the jar and I'll make it myself.”

“Just like you said you'll call you doctor friend?” Her eyes rove pointedly over the injured state of his chest and she shakes her head. “I think I should do this myself.”

Kaz gulps. He knows he will regret this later. Yet something tells him that rejecting her hospitality will only make her more persistent. And its not like his significant belongings just lie around the house. She won’t be able to figure-out anything about him. Yeah but what kind of a sane guy greets a neighbor with a gun? He dismisses the thought instantly. Maybe she’ll just make her energy drink and leave. Maybe she won't consider him a sociopath at all.

“Come in.” He slides the gun in his pocket and opens the door wider.

Inej neatly puts her slippers in the shoe-rack before following Kaz into the living room. While he resumes his task of bandaging his wound, she watches quietly, making him feel self-conscious for the first time since he was fourteen. Now that he isn’t focused on interrogating her, he is unable to be as nonchalant as he had been minutes ago.

“Your job sure keeps you entertained.” She remarks. “I thought your line of work didn’t allow action to this..severity.”

Kaz regards her curiously. He isn’t sure he’s aware of what she’s talking about. Is she a spy from another rising gang? Is she vaguely suggesting she knows about his position in the Dregs? His hands twitch as they tie the gauze.

“You are a Private Investigator, afterall.” She adds.

Oh. Kaz nods in relief. Of course she's talking about his cover job. She probably learnt this as well from the building management.

“Ye-Yeah..things do get messy sometimes.” He confesses imprecisely and starts returning the disinfectant, cotton pads and the remaining gauze into the kit. He needs a shirt. He's never felt so nervous in a woman's presence.

Thankfully, she ends the awkward moment for the both of them. “I..I should start on that milk. If your apartment has the same layout as mine, the kitchen should be the next room from the gallery?”

He nods once and picks up his cane, heading ahead of her in the direction of his bedroom.

Upon his return, and with a shirt on, he notices the absence of his brandy from the table. A package with Kooperom's logo sits in its place. His duvet has been folded neatly, resting on one end of the couch. And his neighbor is standing in the center of the living room, a glass of yellowish, creamy liquid in her hand. He’s assuming its the “turmeric milk”.

“So uh..a delivery man came by just as you left.” She gestures to the package and continues, “I’ve put the turmeric jar on your kitchen counter. Just add a spoonful to your milk daily and you'll be back in shape in no time.”

She strides towards him and pushes the glass into his free hand. “Goodnight, Mr. Brekker.”

And just like that..she’s gone. What’s with her swinging by and departing so abruptly?

Kaz locks the door and sits by his folded duvet. Its interesting how she managed to clean this room within the few minutes he was gone.

He unpacks the food, picks up a fork and takes a bite of the meat from the hutspot. Fulfilling as ever. He takes another bite and looks at the glass in his hand. Reluctantly, he brings it to his lips and takes a sip, bracing himself for another weird experience. To his surprise, it tastes alright. And strangely enough, his muscles do ease a bit. Maybe having neighbors isn't all that bad.

Hutspot: a traditional Dutch dish of potatoes, carrots and onions. Sometimes meat is served as a side dish with it.

Turmeric: a spice regularly used by Indians in their cuisine. Its said to be a natural antiseptic.

Turmeric Milk: drinking milk with turmeric is good for health. even gargling with turmeric water (hot) is good for throat.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed reading this..:3

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[perriwinklesblog]

Okay, so it won’t happen this way but I would love for Sam not to be infected by the egg, at least not fully. 

Instead I’d like to see him struggle (I mean I don’t but for the purpose of the storyline), I’d like to see him fighting against the eggs voice in his head. 

What if it’s like a chorus of voices, loads of voices in his head trying to pull him to the egg but because he’s been so against it he has moments of clarity which stop him from fully embracing it.

Sam hasn’t been able to sleep since he spent the night in the egg. He’s tried to keep himself busy, entertained but leaving his house takes more and more effort. The seed in his house has grown. Fran doesn’t like it. Part of him doesn’t like it but there’s also a voice telling him to love it.

There’s many voices in his head. Some sound familiar and some don’t. Sometimes he feels a comfort in letting the sounds swirl around him as he sits in darkness next to Fran. Other times he’s ripping his hair out screaming at it to stop.

He feels like he’s going insane.

Fran doesn’t like the eggs gift. She refuses to walk near it, instead growls and takes the long way round. It’s grown. It’ll mess up his inventions soon. He’s not sure he cares.

Sam has moments of clarity where he remembers everything the egg has done, where he knows how vile it is and what it made him do. But then the voice grow loud and those thoughts are drowned out. Part of him thanks them.

Captain Puffy had been worried about Sam since that day she rescued him. He wouldn’t let her inside his base anymore. Instead meeting her out the front, Fran closely following him. He’d have a grin on his face but it never reached his eyes. They were sunken and bloodshot, half the time they looked empty. Most of the time they were screaming in pain.

She’d been laying low since her confrontation with Bad and Ant. Both of them had been determined to kill her. Clearly she wasn’t even worth trying to convert. The egg must have declared her an enemy. She scoffs, yeah be afraid. She made a temporary camp near Sams base, half because it was so far away from people and half because she was worried.

Her worries prove right when one day she’s strolling near his base and all she hears are his screams. Hurriedly, she crafts a hoe so she can enter. Upon entering shes horrified by the red vines stretching across the place. She sees Sam crumpled on the floor, clutching his head eyes screwed up. Fran is biting at the vines. She sees Sam try and push her away but Fran won’t let up.

Puffy: SAM!?

Sam: Stooop. Fran. Stop. Stop hurting it. Please.

Puffy pulls the dog away. Sam rocks tears in his eye, shaking his head, his breathing shallow. Fran whimpers near him, too scared to get close.

Puffy: Sam? Sam, can you hear me? Hey, it’s okay. Sam.

She reaches out to touch him but he flinched away. Puffy searches around them, trying to find something to break through to Sam, to calm him down. She sees the potions stands and grabs a bottle of water.

Puffy: Much better if this was prime water but it’ll have to do.

She pours it over Sam shocking him. He stops and blinks, looking around him. After a few moments of silence he frowns. Puffy slowly watches as he stands, turning away from her and to Fran. He takes out his sword. In one swift movement Puffy blocks his sword with hers, standing between Fran and Sam.

Puffy: What are you doing Sam?

Sam: She was hurting the egg.

Puffy: Sam. That is Fran. Your Fran. You wouldn’t kill her would you? She was trying to protect you, protect you from the egg.

Sam: The egg isn’t bad, Puffy.

Puffy: You’re about to kill Fran, Sam!? You’d never harm Fran.

She can see Sam frown, his eyes start to screw up as if he’s fighting in his head.

Puffy: Think about everything the egg has done. Ruin your inventions, take away our friends. Try and kill Tommy, a child! It made you eat yourself, take away all your things! And now it’s trying to get you to kill Fran. Fran, Sam, Fran. Please. Look at her. Really look at her. It’s Fran. She’s your friend.

With every word Puffy can see the haze chip away at Sam. His hand falls, dropping his sword and he looks at his dog. Love fills his eyes and he falls to the ground, embracing Fran, burying his head into her fur.

Sam: Oh my god. What was I going to do? Fran? I’m so sorry. You’re the best girl. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.

He looks up at Puffy, pleading with her.

Sam: Puffy. Help me.

And Puffy kneels next to him, embracing both the dog and Sam in her arms.

They stay like this for a bit before Sam composes himself. Puffy then sits and listens to everything that Sam has been feeling and thinking since the night with the egg.

Sam: It’s like sometimes the eggs voices drown out my voice of reason. Especially when I’m tired. And I’ve been so tired Puffy.

Puffy: I wish you’d told me. I could have helped you drown out the egg. I know now though, that’s all that matters. We will get through this.

Sam: I don’t know how. This egg... it’s so powerful Puffy. It has so many supporters now, including myself if I’m not thinking clearly.

Puffy: One step at a time Sam.

She dusts herself off before pulling Sam to his feet, Fran sticking closely to Sam’s feet.

Puffy: First things first, we rid this place and anywhere near here of Bloodvines.

Sam: No. it’s fine. We don’t need-

Puffy: Sam. The more of this stuff in here, the more control it has over you.

Sam frowns before dropping all of his stuff, including some obsidian blocks.

Sam: I think... I think when you start attacking it, it’s going to pull me to fight you. You’ll need to block me in some obsidian with none of my stuff so I don’t try to stop you.

Puffy: Won’t that... won’t that remind you of that night?

Sam: Yes. So you better move quickly. Blue fire destroys it for good.

Puffy nods and once Sam was trapped mined faster than she ever has before. It had spread through so much of the base that it took her longer than she’d wanted. The whole time she could hear Fran whining where Sam was, his cries and fists slamming against the rock echoing across the place. Once she was done she readied herself for helping Sam.

He looked awful but stood taller than he had been before.

Sam: It’s quieter.

Puffy: I bet. I think you should try and get some sleep. I’m going to get something that will hopefully help you even more.

Sam think is for a moment before nodding and crawling to his hole with Fran. Puffy goes to say something but decides that it’ll be a conversation for another day.

Puffy douses herself in invisibility potions so she can move about unnoticed. She makes her way towards the Church of Prime. It is pretty much the only area untouched by the vines. She fills several buckets of the water from inside the church. On her way out she freezes as she feels a pair of eyes on her. Slowly she turns to see Bad and Ant just staring in her direction. For a moment she thinks she’s been caught but she still had time on the potion, so they couldn’t be looking at her,right? No. They were looking at the church. Puffy frowns before sneaking her way back to the portal, making her way back to Sam.

At Sam’s base she uses some of the buckets to create a waterfall outside the front of his base, cleansing anyone entering or leaving. Inside the base, she creates a pool for extra measure.

When Sam wakes, he is resistant but Puffy finally convinced him to swim in the new pool. At first it’s a horrible feeling and the voices roar but soon they become whispers in the back of his kind, something easy to force down. He feels more like himself than he has in days.

Sam: The voices are still there but it’s quieter.

Puffy: That’s good. I’ve cleaned the place. I think this is almost as safe as the holy grounds.

Sam: okay.

Puffy: one day at a time, one second at a time. We will get through this. We will destroy the egg.

Sam just nods.

Puffy: I think I might bring Tommy here, Foolish and the rest of Snowchester too. So fair they’re untouched. I think this place might be the safest option for them. Is that okay with you?

Sam: Yeah. That’s fine.

Puffy: You still seem tired. Why don’t you chill with Fran for a bit? I’ll get us some food.

Puffy leaves Sam as he crawls back into his hole with Fran. He doesn’t seem as tortured as he was before. The mental scars are still there though. That’ll take time. But they’ll get there. One day at a time, one second at a time.

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[nights-legacy]

Why Didn’t You Tell Me-Donnie

Requested by anonymous

Donnie 2014/16

+ Y/N is upset when she sees the news. The guys didn’t tell her one thing about what was going on while she was gone. She was already worried when she couldn’t get ahold of anyone, but it only got worse when she saw about the techno drone and shredder. She was scared, hurt, worried, and overall angry when she got home.

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“That had to be the single most terrifying thing I’ve ever seen.” My voice rang out in the silent lair. I saw Donnie jump and turn around towards me.

“Y/N! You’re back!” He got up and sprinted towards me. He wrapped his arms around me hugging me tight. He pulled away when I didn’t hug back. He looked down at me concerned. “Is something wrong?”

“Wrong?” I laughed. “I am gone for only a couple of weeks at family’s and everything goes to hell around here. I tried to get a hold of you for the past 4 days and you don’t reply. That’s fine because you have your own life. But when I can’t get ahold of anyone, I get worried. Not one would talk to me, no one would answer me, and I don’t even get a normal text reassuring me that everything is alright. Even a small one.”

“Y/N.”

“I’m not done. Then, when I’m on my way back, I hear about a portal opening up above New York City!” I exclaimed. I saw Raph, Mikey, and Leo show up. “A freaking portal that some kind of giant weapons sphere come through. By the time I found out to it was all over and done with. I have the better sense to know who stopped it too. Right?”

“Yes we stopped it. The city was in danger Y/N, the world even. We had to do something.”

“And I’m not telling not to. I would just like to be kept in the loop, Donnie. What if something happened to you, to all of you and I had no clue something was even going on. What if I came back yesterday, today, only to find all four of you gone, forever, and I had no clue why. What if I couldn’t of gone to April and find out what the hell happened?”

“I, I, I, um.” Donnie looked at his brothers, who looked just as scrambled and troubled as he did. They shrugged, not knowing what to say either.

“You could have been dead and I would have not known any better.” I said. I took a big breath, tears threatening to break through the anger. “So your damn right there is something wrong. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Y/N, we sorry. We were so caught up…” Leo started but lost his words. I looked at each of them individually, Donnie being last. I looked at my boyfriend.

“Just no radio silence please. Not again.” I whispered before turning and walking away. I walked out of the lair and out of the sewers.

Donnie’s POV

I stood there in stunned silence. We all were. Y/N isn’t the type to blow up like that. She always is calm and collected when she talks about something bothering her. I didn’t know what to do. It’s not like we purposely forget to tell her, we just got so in depth and focused we didn’t think about it.

“That was unusual.” Raph was the first to speak.

“I’m scared.” Mikey said. I turned and sat at my desk. My mind was all over the place. I dropped my head onto the desk with a bang. I groaned, not knowing what to do.

“Donnie.” Leo placed his hand on my shoulder. “You need to go after her.”

“I know!” I yelled and shot up. “But what am I supposed to say. Everything she said was right. We didn’t tell her anything. What if she came home to nothing? I can’t believe I didn’t tell her anything. I gotta go.” I grabbed my Bo and ran out before anyone could say anything else.

“Donnie!”

Y/N’s POV

I sniffled as I sat on hammock on the roof of my apartment. I had a cozy nook on my rooftop that the guys and April helped me make. I wiped tears and swung softly. I heard a small crunch off to the side and knew it was Donnie.

“Hi.” I heard him say. I looked up and saw him setting his Bo in its spot.

“Hey.” I whispered. He sat in a chair next to my hammock.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I should have told you. This mission turned dangerous, fast. I guess subconsciously I didn’t want to get you involved in any way and telling you was a way of putting you in danger.”

“I understand. I would just appreciated even a vague text or call. Like ‘something big is going on and I don’t want to chance your safety’ or something like that. Just something to tell me that there was going on.”

“Of course. No more radio silence.” He said. I smiled. He straightened and jesters for me to come over. I got up and sat in his lap. I hugged him tight. He held onto my waist.

“Tell me what happened.” I said leaning back. “Beginning to end.”

“Okay.” He picked me up and set both of us, comfortably on a pillow on the ground. “We’re being awarded the key to the city in a few days for saving the city.”

“Wait what? How?”

“Oh the police force knows about us know. At least, part of them do. Especially, Police Chief Rebecca Vincent.” I gave him an even more confused look. “Right, from the beginning. It start the night of the Nicks game. April was staking out Baxter Stockman because she had a lead that he was working for the Shredder.”

“Holy shit.” I said. He nodded before continuing. We sat there for hours talking. He told me in great detail about the Shredder and the Kraang, the fight and make up between the brothers, and how part of NYPD now knows about the ninja team.

“And now we are being awarded the keys to the city.” He finished. I leant my head on his shoulder.

“Wow.” I looked up at the sky. “That’s is crazy. A crazed alien working with the Shredder. What even happened to Shredder?”

“We’re not entirely sure. I guessing Kraang double crossed him and did something to him.”

“Makes sense.” I said.

“I’m sorry again. We will make sure you are kept in the loop.” He kissed my head. “So, how was your trip?”

“Nowhere near as eventful as your time here at home.” He chuckled.

“I still want to know.” He said looking down at me with curious eyes.

“Fine. Well, as soon as we got there my cousin decided to douse me with the water hose.” I told him about my stay. As I told, I kept yawning and rubbing my eyes more frequently.

“Come on. Time for bed.” He picked me up and made sure I was comfortable in his arms. I closed my eyes and felt myself drift off. Next time I opened my eyes, I was in my bed in Donnie’s arms. He was asleep, arm around me and arm behind his head. I turned on my stomach, laying my head and hands on his plastron. I stared at him and smiled.

“I love you Donnie.” I said before laying my head completely down. I closed my eyes again.

“Mm. Love you too.” He mumbled before pulling me closer. I giggled and let myself fall asleep again.

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[one-boring-person]

Only Traitors Consort With The Damned. (Part Four)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: blood, graphic violence, death

Context: Elijah and (Y/n) hunt a couple of vampires down.

A/N: So I have quite a lot I want to write at the moment, meaning that I nearly forgot about this, so I apologise if it feels a little rushed. Again, the boys don't play a major role in this part, but they will later on in the story, I promise!

Masterlist

"Any chance we can try and keep this clean tonight? Clearing up is always a pain in this town." I whisper to the Hunter crouched beside me, our eyes fixed intently on the three figures further into the alley, their attention on something else entirely.

"I can't promise anything." Elijah chuckles lowly, edging forwards slightly as he draws his pistol, screwing on a silencer as he goes, signalling for me to do the same, waiting as I rush to obey him. Expertly, I cock the pistol and ready it for use, checking the clip silently in the darkness, taking off the safety as we move further into the alley, the two of us moving with each other as if we've been doing it for years. In unison, we lift our firearms to eye level.

"On three." Elijah commands, voice calm and steady, "One...two...three."

As one, we compress the triggers, the bullets tearing through the air as they hurtle towards our targets, easily finding their marks. Screeches of pain and outrage echo loudly in the alley as blood spurts from the wounds, though we don't pay any attention to them, cocking our guns again, firing at will, our rounds quickly depleting as every bullet finds its mark. Well aware that wooden bullets will not instantly kill them, we draw our stakes and step out of the shadows, advancing on the three vampires recovering on the floor. Upon seeing us, they snap back upright, teeth bared in anger and pain, eyes flashing ominously as they mimic our moves, stepping in time with us, ready to pounce at us. Internal conversation seems to happen, as they then suddenly lunge forwards, two of them colliding with me as the other attacks Elijah, knocking me to the floor with a grunt of surprise.

Instinctually, I kick out, catching one of them somewhere fleshy as I claw and stab at the other, the stake sinking into muscle and tendons why satisfying squelches, screams and cries of agony accompanying my every move, though they are short lived as the two vampires manage to pin me down, keeping me spread eagled and prone. Instantly, they both lean down to bite into me, one at my neck, the other at my shoulder, gasps of agony escaping me as their fangs sink into me, though a short bitter laugh accompanies it as they suddenly pull back, hissing and spitting in disgust and surprise, blood (both mine and their own) spilling from their open mouths. In that split second, I lunge upwards and plunge the stake into the heart of the closest, driving it deeply into the chest cavity, teeth gritting together as gore erupts out onto my clothes, staining my face.

Shrieking, the vampire falls to the floor, dying and writhing as I go to stand, only to be pulled back by the other, panic fluttering inside me as their hands clamp around my throat, nails digging into my skin, drawing blood as they start to squeeze, triumphant cackle loud and unpleasant in my ears. Struggling for breath, I claw at the vice-like grip, kicking out and writhing, the edges of my vision slowly going fuzzy as the oxygen stops reaching my brain.

Feeling my energy start to dwindle, I notice my limbs going limp, my arms heavy and leaden as my eyes roll back into my head, unconsciousness threatening to take over, prompting the vampire to suddenly drop me to the floor, my knees colliding painfully with the concrete. Instantly, it's hands are back around my throat this time with the intention of tearing out my windpipe, but I've recovered quickly enough, my hands reaching into my pocket, finding what I'm looking for. Twisting, I smash it against their chest, a cloud of mist enveloping the vampire as screams and shouts of agony erupt from them, the holy water grenade having the desired effect.

With one last burst of energy, I pull the stake from the fallen body of the first vampire and thrust it into the heart of the second, crying out in exertion as they collapse onto me, impaling themselves on it. Throwing it sideways, I look over at Elijah, who is crouched by the remains of the other vampire, blue eyes meeting mine across the gap, taking in my bloodied appearance critically.

"Lets not get too dirty, eh?" He remarks, standing and coming over after removing his stake from the vampire, helping me to my feet with a small flourish, inspecting my injuries in concern.

"Shut up." I growl, brushing myself off as I look him over, annoyed to find him nearly spotless somehow.

"Sorry. You gonna be ok? You've been bitten and scratched pretty badly." He muses, taking off his coat and offering it to me in place of my now-filthy one. Smiling tiredly, I accept the offer and slipbthe coat on, enjoying the sense of comfort it brings.

"I'll be ok, thanks. I'll go back home and fix myself up. You've got a hotel room, right?" I ask him, bending down to the bodies at my feet once more, taking the knife from my pocket as I do so.

"I do, but I can stay at yours tonight, if that helps?" Elijah replies, going to his own quarry and doing the same as I am: pulling back their lip and cutting out their left fang, soemthing all SRS Hunters are required to do, in order to prove a kill.

"No, don't worry about it. I'll survive the walk home." I decline, taking the two bloodied fangs and sticking them in my pocket, ready to go in the case back at my home, my fingers slick with gore as I slip the blade back into its sheath, my bites now beginning to hurt as I take the feet of both corpses and drag them behind a steel bin. Taking out the hip flask we all have to carry, I douse the bodies in lighter fluid, waiting for Elijah to move his own body over before setting them on fire with my lighter, aware that the remains will no longer be recognisable in the morning, after having been burnt and then obscured by the morning rain that will no doubt put out the flames before they can spread. Elijah watches all this with a critical eye.

I pull another bin across them before I turn to leave, grabbing my gun on the way, intending to take the back roads put of Santa Carla to avoid being seen and reported, aware that my appearance is not the most normal. Elijah follows me, keeping up a quiet conversation as I lead him through the labyrinth of roads and alleys, the two of us falling back into our natural habits with ease, as if we were both still Cadets back in Hunting School, joking and messing around with each other. It takes fifteen minutes of this for us to find his hotel, where he says goodbye and leaves me, still holding his holdall even after the excitement of the evening.

Blood stained and tired, I turn my back on the hotel and walk home, hoping to get washed before I get to sleep, hating the reek that has taken over my body, feeling stiff and dirty. Before long, the small shed comes into view, everything just as I left it this morning.

Grabbing the bucket of water outside the door, I head inside and lock myself in as best I can, going further into the room in the darkness, able to navigate it pretty well through instinct. Placing the bucket down, I reach into my pocket and flick on my lighter, locating a candle and lighting it, soon able to see a little better. I go around the room and light more of the candles placed around there, soon having a pleasant ring of light to do stuff in, only to then realise I'm not alone, as I first thought.

"What the hell happened to you?" Is the first thing I hear before I realise who it is, rolling my eyes when I recognise Paul's voice.

"Went on a hunt. Got messy and bitten. It happens." I prompt him dismissively, standing back a bit as I debate how to tell them to leave the room, in desperate need of some privacy so I can change in peace.

"You got bitten?!" David speaks up, stepping further into the candlelight with a worried look on his face, the others following suit.

"Yeah, twice. It's not the first time, David, don't worry. I'll just clean it and I'll be fine. Speaking of which, could you guys leave the room whilst I change? Please?"

Wordlessly, they walk out of the room and into the cold outside, waiting whilst i make an effort to clean myself up with the bucket of water, scrubbing the blood off of myself with some luck, my clothes needing a much more through clean, though that is to be expected. Pulling on some new ones, I go outside with my clothes and the bucket, leaving them there as I invite the boys back inside. Finding my first aid kit, I go to start dressing my wounds, only to find myself struggling in the dim light.

Dwayne immediately steps forwards to help me, deft fingers replacing mine as he works at cleaning and closing up the bite mark, his look of jealousy hidden to me as he sees the intimate placing of the wound. As his hands brush against my skin, I try to ignore the rising blush in my cheeks, turning instead to watch the others, only for my cheeks to darken when I see David, Marko and Paul staring at me with intensity. It takes Dwayne around five minutes to finish up, by which time the air is significantly tenser and more charged, as if something happened that no one was supposed to see.

He steps away from me, turning away as he licks his fingers clean, hissing suddenly at the tatse.

"Do you inject yourself with holy water? Why the hell does this taste so...painful?" He bursts out, dark eyes finding mine.

"All SRS Hunters are required to drink it, so that supernatural beings can't drink or use our blood for anything. It's quite a good defence tactic at times." I inform him, yawning suddenly as the energy leaves my body.

"Long day, huh?" Marko chips in from somewhere behind the others, the curly haired vampire chuckling at the grumble he receives in response.

"We should probably leave you, then. We just wanted to make sure you were alright seeing as we never really saw you tonight." David muses, reaching out to brush my hair from my face as he smiles down at me, blue eyes unnaturally soft.

"I'm sorry. It's gonna be like that for a few more days or so, as long as the Senior Officer is here, I can't see you guys so often. I don't want you getting caught." I warn him, standing from my seat as I try to ignore the butterflies in my stomach, my cheek tingling from where he touched me.

"A shame, but thank you, anyway. We'll see you around." David says, smiling once more before turning and leaving, Dwayne waving at me as he follows. Marko and Paul stepping forwards to sweep me into a hug before leaving themselves, crushing me against their chests almost protectively.

"See ya, (Y/n)." Paul calls as they walk out, leaving me alone again.

Part Five

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys) #kiefer sutherland #paul(the lost boys) #dwayne(the lost boys) #santa carla #marko(the lost boys) #star(the lost boys)

[ragingbookdragon]

Before You Go, Was I Someone You Loved? PT. 3

A Shay Cormac x Reader Story

Word Count: 2,200 Warnings: Explicit Language

Author’s Note: TBH I was sure I was going to be able to squeeze all the writing into two parts, but apparently I was wrong. Enjoy! -Thorne

         The past few weeks she’d been incredibly busy, going between both the Finnegan’s and Fort Arsenal. So far, she’d managed to keep quiet about the second location, using a cover of a midnight walk to go over. By the soft glow of candelabra, (Y/N) had taken it upon herself to clean Fort Arsenal and ready it for the owner if he would return—when he would return.

           She heaved as she pulled the ladder into place beside the window, climbing up to the top to sit on it. The water in the pail had cooled considerably from when she’d first started cleaning the windows, but she ignored the chill as she wrung the rag and drew it across the glass panes, clearing the dirt and grime from them. After a moment, she paused, and a long sigh left her as she relaxed. Her eyes drifted to the glass cases she’d cleaned the prior night. She had almost dropped one of the model ships as she was taking them out to dust but managed to catch it at the last second, nervous, and relieved laughter escaping her as she set it down. (Y/N) shook herself from the thought as the church bells chimed midnight and she cursed, shifting to climb down the ladder. As she hit the middle step, her dress got caught under her foot, and with a startled yelp, she tipped backwards, landing on her back with a heavy thud. “Owwww,” she groaned, blinking away the stars that had appeared in her vision. She happened to look at the top of the ladder and with a frown, she deadpanned, “Oh no.” The pail tipped over the side and doused her in cold water. (Y/N) spluttered, wiping the water from her face only to realize she’d been completely soaked. “That’s fantastic…now I’m going to have to change when I get back.”

           The chiming fell silent and she picked up the empty pail, setting it on the chair beside the door as she hurried out. Picking up the hem of her skirt, she almost sprinted across the streets until the Finnegan’s property came into sight. Slowing down, (Y/N) caught her breath before entering through the door, quiet as to not disturb the sleeping couple upstairs. As the door shut behind her, she looked up and almost let out a scream, but swallowed it before she could, instead blurting, “Mister Finnegan?”

           The older man looked up from the book he’d been writing in, cocking an eyebrow at the state of her. “Why do you look like you got into an argument with a river and lost?”

           (Y/N) snorted and wrung out the last of the water from her apron. “Because I did.” She lied. “I tripped when I was walking beside a pond and, well,” gesturing to her dress, she added, “you can see what happened.”

           “Fool maid.”

           She huffed, peeling off her coat to hang by the door. “Why are you still up, Mister Finnegan? Usually you’re the first to bed.”

           His face pinched as he dabbed the ink from the quill before shutting the book, standing to push in his chair. “Cass was worried about you. Like she’s been for the past few weeks you’ve wandered out for midnight walks.” (Y/N) frowned at the apprehension she’d been causing. “Made me wait for you to come home.”

           She bowed her head slightly, heartfully expressing, “Thank you, Mister Finnegan. I appreciate you doing so.”

           Barry’s scoffed. “Didn’t do it for you.” But she saw the faint red across his cheeks, telling her that he did care.

           “Of course you didn’t, Mister Finnegan.” (Y/N) took a deep breath and stretched her arms above her head, letting out a long groan. “Well, if I do say so myself, it’s time for bed.”

           He grunted in acknowledgement and she followed behind him on the staircase, but stopped when he did, turning to face her. “Are you meetin’ a feller (Y/N)?”

           She blinked in shock. “I’m sorry?”

           Barry rolled his eyes. “Have you cotton in your ears? A feller. A man. Are you seein’ someone at night?”

           (Y/N) shook her head furiously. “What? No sir! No! I’ve just been walking around!” He eyed her suspiciously and she affirmed, “Really, Mister Finnegan. With God as my witness, I’ve been walking the neighborhood and coming back.” She frowned. “Sometimes I find myself at the docks.”

           He arched an eyebrow, a rare tone of wonder coming over him. “The docks? Why?”

           The Irishman came into her mind and she murmured, “The man I cared for,” she gestured with a hand, “the one who’d passed…he was a sailor.” (Y/N) smiled. “God, he was a stubborn ass at times…but he had a heart of gold.”

           “You must’ve cared a lot for him.”

           She nodded. “I did.” (Y/N) tried for a smile but managed a grimace at best, and sensing the shift, Barry nodded.

           “Well,” he started, “Cass and I just wanted to be sure that you weren’t out foolin’ around.”

           (Y/N) chuckled and shook her head. “Trust me, Mister Finnegan, I’m not going to be fooling around with anyone anytime soon.”

           He gave her a firm nod and turned, and in silence they made their way to their respective bedrooms. She paused as she had her hand on the doorknob. “Mister Finnegan?”

           He turned. “Aye?”

           (Y/N) offered him a smile, a real one that time. “Thank you.” Barry waved her off, but a smile was on his face all the same.

           She entered the spare room and set about stripping the damp skirt and tunic she had on, hanging them along the armoire to dry overnight. She pulled on her nightgown and sat down on the bed, gazing at the moon through the window. Even if she’d promised to leave her memories of him behind, (Y/N) couldn’t help but think on them, knowing they gave her a sense of security in a way.

***

           She snapped the clips from the sheet along the clothesline, pulling it down, but let out a startling cry when she saw the person opposite of it. “Holy Christ!”

           The man offered her an apologetic smile. “Sorry (Y/N). Didn’t mean to frighten you.”

           Clearing her throat, she started to awkwardly fold the sheet. “No, don’t worry, Master Liam. I simply didn’t hear you come over.” She set the sheet into the basket and looked at him. “Is there something I can help you with?”

           “No,” he murmured. “I just wanted to speak with you about something.”

           Cocking a curious eyebrow, she asked, “And that is?”

           His gaze met hers, and rather serious, he said, “Shay.”

           (Y/N) swallowed thickly and nodded, moving along the line to the next bedsheet. “What about Shay?”

           “You and him.” Liam gazed at her. “The two of you are…close.”

           “As friends are.” She rationalized easily but kept her eyes from him. “Should we not be?”

           “I think you two are closer than friends.”

           (Y/N)’s hands paused, and she pulled a face, questioning, “Are you insinuating something, Master Liam? I’ve no desire to speak in riddles. If there’s something you wish to ask me, you’d best come out and say it.”

           He arched a thick brow at her slight challenge before shrugging his shoulders. “As you wish. You two are bedding each other. Am I wrong?”

           She felt her cheeks warm at the question and after mulling it over, she admitted, “I don’t share my personal life, but I wouldn’t share a bedroom with someone, especially a man, if I wasn’t romantically and emotionally invested, Master Liam.” (Y/N) met his gaze. “I hope there’s a point to this conversation besides embarrassing me.”

           Liam nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. “I just wanted to know if the two of you were merely having fun or serious.”

           (Y/N) squinted, muttering, “I believe we’re serious. He’s yet to show me a sign that we’re not.” She eyed him. “Why? Has he said something to you?”

           He was quick to shake his head. “No. But he’s mentioned you a few times. I just wanted to know.”

           “I understand.” (Y/N) grunted as she picked up the full clothes basket and stopped to look at him. “Well, if that’s the end of this, I think I’ll take my leave.” Liam simply nodded in return, but she stopped and said, “Master Liam?” He glanced at her back and she murmured, “I’m glad someone other than me is looking out for Shay.”

           Liam smiled at that and replied, “As am I, (Y/N).”

***

           The day had come and gone, and as the night rose, she rubbed the exhaustion from her face, stepping quietly down the stairs. Just as she reached the bottom, she heard voices from inside the dining room, and with a listen, she heard it was Liam and Shay. A smile crossed (Y/N)’s lips and before she could enter, she heard, “So (Y/N).” She froze in place, taking a stand behind the wall. Her mother would’ve snatched her by the ear for eavesdropping, but she couldn’t help it.

           Shay hummed, the sound of a spoon clinking against a bowl filled her ears and said, “What about her?”

           Liam scoffed, evidently shoving food into his mouth because his voice was muffled. “‘Ou an’ ‘er.”

           “What?” Shay chuckled.

           “You and her.”

           “What about us?”

           “Well, you’re together aren’t you?”

           A startled cough sounded from Shay who pounded his chest and coughed a few more times. “Toge—ther?”

           Liam nodded. “I mean, you’re courting her, right? I’ve seen you leave her cottage a few times. And you’re around her a lot.”

           “Oh. Oh. No. She and I aren’t like that.” Her brows furrowed and a deep pit began to settle in her stomach.

           If the feeling was felt by Liam, it showed as he said, “You’re not?”

           “Nah. She and I are just havin’ a bit o’ fun.” (Y/N) felt her heart drop into her feet and suddenly her fingers and toes began to numb.

           “Oh…I thought…hmm…”

           Shay’s tone turned confused as he asked, “Why do you ask?”

           Liam cleared his throat awkwardly, admitting, “Well, I was talking with her today about the two of you.”

           “And?”

           “Shay, (Y/N) seems to think that what’s happening between you two is deeper than what you’re thinking is happening.”

           For a moment, nothing was said, then Shay sputtered, “She does?”

           “Aye…and I would definitely clear it up before it goes further. She doesn’t seem the type to be okay with…fun.”

           Having heard enough, (Y/N) bypassed the entrance to the dining room and made her way to the front door, slamming it behind her. She’d no doubt they’d have gotten up to see who it was, and that doubt proved true when the door opened and closed after a moment and she heard, “(Y/N)!” She didn’t look at him. Didn’t listen. Didn’t even stop, just kept walking towards her cottage. Shay appeared in her peripheral and he plead, “(Y/N), just let me explain.”

           “You go to hell.” She spat and stopped in her tracks when he moved in front of her.

           “Pleas just let me exp—”

           (Y/N) shoved a finger in his face, and though she could feel the tears growing in her vision, her rage was more apparent. “I have never, never, been any man’s bit of fun.”

           “No,” he said, rather hurriedly. “It’s not like that.”

           She scoffed in disbelief and flung a hand towards the mansion. “Not like that?! You just told your best friend that all we are is a bit of fun!” (Y/N) shoved past him and marched to her cottage, Shay in tow behind her.

           “I just—it’s complicated.”

           The latch unlocked and she stood up straight, turning to face him. “No, Shay, it’s not complicated. You should’ve been upfront with me that sex was all you were after.” (Y/N) felt a tear slide down her cheek and she wiped furiously at it. “God, I can’t believe I’ve been made a fool like this.”

           “I didn’t mean for this to happen, (Y/N).” Shay said with regret.

           “Well it did.” She spun on her heel and opened the door, stepping inside. Shay stepped onto her doorstep and she glowered at him, hissing, “If you ever come back here, I swear to God I’ll shoot you with your own gun.”

           He blinked in shock. “(Y/N)—I—”

           “Don’t come near me. Don’t talk to me. Don’t even look at me.”

           “I’m sorr—”

           She cut him off. “Get. The. Hell. Off. My. Doorstep.” Her eyes shown with fury. “Now.” Shay took a step back and before she closed the door she spat coldly, “Go crawl into a bush somewhere and die, Shay Cormac.” And it ended with an equally harsh door slam.

***

           (Y/N) sighed as she pulled the covers to her chin. That conversation had been one of the last she’d had with him before he died, and though she was right to her embarrassing anger, she felt regret for the outburst. It had been equally her fault for not clearing things up too. She clenched her jaw and burrowed her face into her pillow. Too late to change the past now. Her heart ached with a burn. I do hope you’ve forgiven me though, Shay. Because I am sorry.

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[samtheflamingomain]

i've had a day.

I woke up at 8am after blacking out in the middle of a fucking meal, so I woke up to a plate of half-eaten pasta on my bed. That immediately put me in the mindset of "holy shit I'm completely fucked."

Then I did my morning routine. Bathroom, coffee, bullet journal. I record my drinks, food and sleep. Yesterday was 10+. 500 cal, 6h of sleep.

I wasn't even halfway through my BJ before I realized I absolutely had to cut myself. So I did. This is extremely rare; I usually get more and more depressed as the day goes and cut at night, maybe twice a year.

Being sober and needing to cut was a very weird feeling. I did it, then my roommate Rob asked me to accompany him to the grocery store because he got his vax today and didn't want to go anywhere alone.

It wasn't until he handed me a case of Pepsi for him that I realized I was out in public with visible cuts.

I live in a basement, so I'm always cold, always wearing sweats and a sweater. But when I go out, I change into shorts and a T.

So at this point, we're in the checkout and I'm already very... alert? On-guard? Because I honestly could give less of a shit if anyone sees my cuts buuuuut...

Behind us in the checkout were 2 kids under 5. I will NOT expose them to my injuries because it's absolutely not fair. That's a very hard conversation to have with a 4 year old.

So my alertness turns into mild anxiety.

We get back to the car and It Hits. It's anxiety attack time! It's super hot, why not throw up! We got in the car, I opened the door, threw up, and I saw myself in the mirror, my face is beet red. I see a bottle of water in the door of the car. I grab it, open the door, and pour it over my head. Rob hands me another, and I dump half, then chug the rest.

Rob is the MVP of the day. I'm honestly just getting started.

He rubs my back and tells me to take my time, he has more water, just breathe.

Finally I cool down, close the door, we go home. Then the second I put down the Pepsi I collapse to the floor and start crying. Anxiety Round 2.

I just say "please hold my hand" and Rob grabs my hand and rubs it. I say I need to go to the sink and he guides me there and I douse myself in water for 5 minutes. He brings me a towel.

I'm shaking, alternating between freezing and overheating. I tell him I think I need to go to the hospital. And then he says the most helpful thing anyone has ever asked: "What can I do to convince you you don't need to go to the hospital?" Because it's not a panic attack, just anxiety, I know I'm not dying and probably don't need medical attention. Anxiety attacks suck, but they are different from a panic attack, which very much will convince you you're dying and need the hospital.

So simple, so casual, yet so well-phrased. He knows I need convincing, not just "there there". It made me stop and think. And I said, "can you tell me everything you know about (video game everyone in the house is into except me)?" and... it took 2 hours.

But first, I mentioned my meds.

I usually go with him to work to grab my meds (next door) but he's had 4 days off so I haven't had my meds for 4 days. I absolutely could've and should've gotten them myself but I'm lazy. I mentioned it to him and he immediately got in the car to get them for me because I absolutely could not go back into the heat.

I take my pills, do a shot of vodka at 2:30pm, and an hour later, I'd start to come down.

They often try to get me into this game, Final Fantasy something, but I simply don't like MMORPGS. But I realized a few days ago that I LOVE to talk about my dumb skateboarding games and few people want to listen.

So I figured Rob would be the same way about his game. And I was right. So we went upstairs, he booted up the game, and I just asked every single question that occurred to me and he had a 5 minute answer for all of them.

Sometimes (not this time) I can coax myself out of an anxiety attack by putting on "Rap God" and focusing on rapping along. It's really hard, so it takes all my brainpower. It works to *avoid* an attack, but as I realized today, it doesn't work in the middle of one.

But watching someone do something you don't understand and simply asking about every single facet of it and listening to their explanations was a godsend.

We ordered pizza and the 4 of us that were home sat in the room watching 2 people play a game I have zero interest in.

But I ended up enjoying all the explanations. For an example, emotes. I get the premise from other games but this game has literally hundreds of cute funny dances your character can do so I asked "Do you have to unlock these?" "Are they specific to your character?" "Does this one look different if you're wearing different clothes?" "What if you're in battle, can you still do that dance? Will it piss people off?" (Yes.)

Ask anyone about their deepest interest and you will always get a detailed explanation.

I want to say it was my awesome roommates keeping me sane - and God knows they helped immensely - but I gotta say, the absolute batshit insane complexity of this game just completely enraptured my attention. Soooo many things happening at once and normally I'd be like damn girl you play like this? But asking all the questions and having everyone gleefully explain shit to me really got my mind in a new place.

Anyways. Always learning new ways to be.

Stay Greater.

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